Freeing Tuesday (18 page)

“There isn’t anywhere else we’d be. Stage left babe, just for you. You’ll do great. I’ll finish Abby up early so we both can be there.”

Her shoulders relax as she accepts what I tell her and she sinks back into the chair.

“Um, Abby… we have a problem.” Gary, the stage manager, sticks his head in around the door. She slides down from her perch on the counter and leaves with him.

“How’re you feeling?” I ask as my fingers graze over the scar where her Hickman IV line was the first time we met. She was just getting ready to have a bone marrow transplant when she met Abby at the hospital after her and Jameson’s car wreck.

She snaps her knuckles. I know I hit a sore subject but she answers me quietly anyway. “I’m fine. They dropped back on my meds again. So that’s a plus, but my legs are still killing me.”

“Your legs?”

“They gave me Neupogen shots after my transplant to help with cell growth. The pain was supposed to go away, but it hasn’t yet,” she states sadly.

I squeeze my fingers into her shoulder and try to relieve some tension. “Are you sure you don’t want flats? We have some. I mean, running around stage in heels isn’t going to help that much.”

“No, I’ll be fine. So, you and Evan huh?” She grins at me in the mirror, effectively turning the subject away from herself.

Evan had shown up this morning to surprise me even though we are going home in two days. He’s roaming somewhere with Jameson and the guys while I work and then he’ll hang out with me on the side of the stage during the show.

I roll my eyes and she laughs. “What is it with everyone and that damn question?”

“He’s hot, he was fucking smokin' on the R.F.A.C. stage. We just want to know. And you know… For you to be happy.”

I can’t help but laugh, “He is hot. I’ll give you that, but don’t just like a guy because he’s hot. Plus, he’s got like twelve years on you.”

“Age is just a number, Tuesday.”

The door opens and Abby slips back in with a pissed off scowl on her pretty face. I don’t know what happened but people around here should know better than to piss her off.

“What happened?” Vanessa and I ask in unison.

She huffs out her breath and tosses herself down on the couch. Her hands drag through her hair as she tries to calm down. “Asher is missing. No one can find him and his phone is off.”

Vanessa stiffens and her eyes widen, “Asher as in my bass player Asher? What the hell am I going to do?”

“The very one.” I can feel Vanessa start to panic when Abby speaks up again. “Jason is going to fill in, don’t worry.”

“Jason hates me. There is no way he’ll help me.”

“He’s going to. I’ve already talked to him.” Abby looks up with sad eyes, “I don’t know what’s going on with you two but you better figure your shit out. He takes over for Asher full time after Vegas.”

Vanessa looks like she is going to be sick again at the mention of Jason being her full time bass player. No one knows what is going on between the two of them but Jason can’t seem to be in the same room with her without a permanent scowl gracing his face. Abby is right though, they need to figure their shit out and fast because Vegas is just around the corner.

I can’t even think about going to the Vegas show without feeling like I’m going to break. Vegas is where everyone knows me. They know what I’ve done and I’m one step closer than ever to being found if I go there.

“I don’t know what his fucking problem is,” Vanessa’s snappy voice brings me back from where my mind had wandered. “I’ve only met him two or three times. I don’t know what I possibly could have done to make him hate me.”

“He’s a guy,” I say, “maybe he just needs to get laid.”

“Maybe that’s what I need too,” she grumbles.

I smack the back of her head and she laughs, “Let’s get you dressed so we can get you on stage.”

                                                                   
      
***

“Where’s Abby?” I yell at Jason over the sound of the crowd.

“How the fuck should I know? It’s not my day to babysit!” he snaps back.

“Who the hell pissed in your cheerios?” He rolls his eyes at me so I reach up and grab his collar, pulling him down towards me and growl. “I don’t know what’s crawled up your ass little boy but
do not
take it out on me.”

He takes a deep breath and pulls me into his chest. “I’m sorry. I just have a lot of shit on my mind,” his voice rumbles against my ear.

“We all do. It doesn’t mean you go around pissing people off for no reason.” He nods at something over my shoulder and just when I’m about to turn around a pair of strong arms slid around me.

I stiffen until I realize it’s just Evan. His lips press against the underside of my ear and I melt into him. Jason winks at me and walks off to get ready to go on stage.

“You know something?” Evan asks as his hands move down my hips, gripping me tightly to him as he presses his hard cock into my ass. My head drops back to his chest and he kisses his way down my neck and back to my ear. “I want to bend you over something and fuck you till you scream my name right now. I want to make you scream so loud the entire crowd out there knows who you belong to.”

I moan and spin in his arms, smiling up at him as his hands drop to my ass and squeeze. People flutter around us and I know that even as much as I want him inside me right now, it isn’t going to happen. Instead, I pull Evan toward the end of the stage where I told Vanessa I would be.

He settles in against my back again and I relish in feeling his warmth against me. I watch as Vanessa fidgets with the hem of her shirt. The wobble in her voice shows how nervous she is as she introduces herself and the band to the St. Louis crowd.

The opening sirens to Natalia Kills
Problem
start but instead of moving or starting to sing she stands stone still in the center of the stage. The band repeats the intro but still nothing.

“Where the hell is Abby?” I push away from Evan and yell but no one seems to know. Jameson is missing too so I can almost guarantee they are doing what Evan and I almost just did.

Gary starts to panic and I can tell he is about to pull her off when the intro starts up again. Grabbing the microphone out of his hand I will myself to do something I have been avoiding for the past few years. I push myself onto the stage and strut towards Jason, who looks almost as confused as I feel.

I wind myself around him, grinding my ass against his hip as I sway back and forth to the beat. The words flow out of my mouth as I give the crowd the show they came for and try to get Vanessa into it as well.

Even though my voice is strong, my body shakes like a leaf in the wind. I know that this is a make it or break it moment for Vanessa but me helping her could be the one thing that helps my past catch up to me.

Evan

I cup my hands around my mouth and scream out for my girl.
My girl
. I still have a hard time thinking that I only want one woman in my bed. She’s managed to work her way into my damn heart even if she didn’t want to be there.

I can’t say I’m too happy about her rubbing all over Jason’s body and even though I know it’s just for show, it should be my body she is rubbing that perfect ass on. I adjust myself, trying to get the blood back out of my dick; it’s been rock hard since I started thinking about bending her over and fucking her.

Tuesday bends at the hip as she belts out a few more lines. Her hair falls in front of her face so I can’t see it. Finally something clicks with Vanessa and she joins in, mimicking the moves that Tuesday is making. They both use Jason again to grind up on but he leans towards Tuesday.

She turns towards me as she starts singing about taking her clothes off. Her fingers trail over her tits, down her stomach to her thighs as she swings her hips to the beat. This is definitely not helping relieve the pressure behind my zipper. Her eyes flare and she smirks when she sees me adjust myself again. Yeah, she’s in for it later.

My body jolts forward as a flash of red hits and then streaks by me, stopping just before she ends up on stage. Abby stares for a few seconds before turning towards me with the biggest smile I have ever seen.

“What the hell is she doing up there?” Jameson yells and pulls Abby into his side.

“Your girl froze and no one could find you,” I arch my eyebrow at them and laugh when Abby’s face turns eight different shades of red and she buries her head into Jameson’s chest.

“So Tuesday went out?” Abby laughs, “Damn, do you know how hard I’ve been trying to get her on a stage since I met her?”

I nod and turn my attention back to the stage. I know why she always said no. Why this is such a big deal. I also know how dangerous this is for her.
Me
. No one else knows her secret. No one knows that if someone from her old life finds her because of this, she is dead.

Vanessa kisses her on the cheek when the song comes to an end; Tuesday says something to her which leaves her nodding. When she gets off the stage she heads straight toward me and crashes head first into my chest, wrapping her arms around me as she tries to catch her breath. I pull her to me and feel her shaking through my body.

“I’ve got you,” I say. I can feel how nervous she is but she pulls back and smiles bravely.

Lifting on her toes she kisses me softly, “I know. You always do.”

“That was fucking amazing,” I tell her as push the hair away from her face, “but are you ok with what you just did?”

“Fuck no! I couldn’t just leave her up there. They would have eaten her alive if I didn’t do something.”

Abby interrupts our moment by pulling Tuesday away and screaming a bunch of shit at her. When she finally finishes telling Abby no, that she won’t do that every show, she winds her way back to where I had taken up sitting on one of the set boxes.

Her arms wrap around my neck. “So… what were we talking about before that shit happened?”

“Hmmm.” My teeth graze over the pulse point in her neck. Her head falls back and I feel a moan vibrate through her chest. “I think it had something to do with bending you over and making you scream.”

She nods rapidly before looking around us. Everyone else is preoccupied with the show that Vanessa has finally taken charge of. Tuesday’s fingers slide up my thigh and over my cock. When she takes my zipper between her fingers, I grin.

“Since when have you become an exhibitionist?” She bites into her bottom lip as her hand slips into my jeans and takes hold of my cock, stroking back and forth slowly. “Keep that up and I will take you right here where everyone can see,” I growl.

She pulls my head down and latches onto my bottom lip, flicking my lip ring back and forth with her tongue. Her hand continues to stroke me and I can feel her smile against my lips. I pull her hand from my cock and instantly regret it when she whimpers.

“I just want you to remember that you asked for this by not stopping.” She just smiles as I slide from the box I was sitting on and pull her to the back side of it.

Crushing my lips to hers I make quick work of her jeans, sliding them down her legs. I push her legs apart as much as I can with her pants still around her knees and circle my fingers around her clit before pushing two fingers into her, loving that she is always wet and ready for me.

Her mouth falls slack and her head drops back as she rides my hand. Watching her like this has to be one of the hottest things I have ever seen. I pull her back to me, making sure she’s watching me when I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean.

“I’m going to bend you over this box and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right.” She doesn’t even wait for me to take charge this time. She pushes me back and spins, bending herself over the black stage box. Her ass wiggles in front of me as she waits impatiently for me to enter her.

I reach for a condom in my back pocket but come up short. “Shit, I don’t have a condom,” I say to myself.

Tuesday’s head whips around, letting me know she heard me. She looks a little scared and a whole lot of impatient. She takes a deep breath and just when I think she’s going to haul ass, saying something about infections that I know I don’t have, she surprises me by smiling and shaking her ass more.

“I trust you. Do you trust me?”

Without warning I slam into her and she screams out so loud that I see heads turning. Leaning over her, I turn her face towards me and smother her screams with my mouth. I know if we get caught Jameson will kick my ass so I keep kissing her as I pound into her as hard as I can.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her up so she is on just her toes when her knees go weak. Her muscles contract around me and I replace my mouth with my hand so I can get a better angle and thrust faster into her. Her mouth opens and my finger slips in, biting me when she starts to come. I bite back the need to yank my finger from her teeth. Her body shakes as I continue my assault against her pussy until she grips me so tight that I can’t hold back and go off like a rocket.

We fall over the box, both panting like we just got done running a marathon. As soon as I catch my breath I kiss my way from her neck, down her shoulder and over her back until I can reach her pants and pull them back over her ass for her. She makes no attempt to move but the lazy smile on her face lets me know that I did just what I promised.