My Rock #3 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #3) (4 page)

She jumped up and down and
I
watched her tits bounce.
I
had no doubt that millions
of men across the United States were staring at their television sets with
their mouths watering. She suddenly turned around and hugged
me
tight, pressing her big tits into my chest.
I
felt my
cock twitch, but willed it to stay down. It might have been just a little bit
embarrassing to
get caught
on camera with a woody.

The emcee had
me
stand up
next.
I
watched the screen as they ran part of my
performance.
I
almost got the same rush watching it as
I had living it.
I
fucking loved to perform. It
sounded as good on tape as it had live. The video showed the judges’ reactions
then and all of the things they’d said, then he turned to
me
and said, “Are you feeling pretty good tonight, Tristan?”

I
started to say “Hell yes!” But, there was something in his voice that made
me
suspicious. For some reason
I
got a little paranoid and my stomach started churning. What if he was setting
me
up? What if
I
agreed that I’d
blown it away and he sent me to the bottom three? I realized the pause was
beginning to become uncomfortable and I finally said, “I’m feeling pretty
good,” I thought that sounded a little less full of
myself…
just
in case.

He let things drag out and then said, “Sorry
Tristan….but we have to pause for a commercial break.”

I
wanted to break the little bastard’s neck. I forced myself to smile for the
camera and while they were no longer running the cameras and the make-up people
were making the judges and the host
pretty again
,
Brooke turned to me and said, “They’re not going to vote you off. They
couldn’t. You’re amazing, Tristan.”

“I know,”
I
said, in a
confident tone. Then
I
winked at her and smiled. She
smiled back at me with a
sexy,
‘I want to fuck you’
smile.

The host was getting ready to start back up.
I
could see Elly watching in my peripheral vision.
I
wish she wasn’t so damn hot, it would have been easier to
forget about her. Pissed at her or not, every time I looked at her, I
remembered how good she looked naked…and felt…and tasted…..

“So, Tristan,” the host was saying. “I’ll bet you’d
like to know if you’re staying or going,
right?
”

“It would be nice to know…sometime tonight,”
I
told him with a smile. What
I
’d
wanted to do is punch him in his face, but I was no rookie at this.
I
knew the importance of playing for the cameras and for a
million dollars; I’d decided I was willing to do it, for now.

He laughed and said, “I’m sorry, I have been accused
of being a drama queen a few times in my life.” Then he waited for everyone
else to stop laughing and he said, “Sit down, Tristan…we’ll see you next week.”
I
got another big squeeze up against Brooke’s tits,
which was worth it.
I
glanced across to where Elly
stood, just briefly, but I could see her face. She actually looked happy for
me
.

We had to sit through the last two contestants, one
of which ended up in the bottom three. Then we had to sit through two more
commercial breaks and more of the host’s drama before he finally got to the
point of who was leaving the show. It was a guy that I actually thought was
pretty good
. He was
really unattractive
though, and America sucked like that.
I
remembered
them saying that he was a wedding singer.
I
hoped that
at least the publicity he got off being on the show would help the poor guy out
with that.

Brooke sidled up to
me
as
we were breaking up and said, “How about we get a drink and celebrate?”

I
slipped my arm around her shoulders and said, “That sounds great. There’s a
little bar called The Glacier right around the corner here that I played at not
too long ago.” We walked past Elly on our way out. She was talking to her
friend and acted like she didn’t see us, but I’m
pretty sure
I felt her watching us as we left the building.

Brooke was bubbling with excitement and
I
couldn’t help think about how fun it would be to fuck her
right then while she was on a natural high. It was strange: a few weeks prior
any warm hole would have sufficed. Since
I
met Elly, I
realized how much I’d been missing by not having a woman who was mentally
present. With Brooke,
I
was only hesitating because I
didn’t really want to complicate things with the show. I needed to feel her out
a little more and see if she’d be the type who would be
alright
with a casual fuck.

“I can’t believe I’m here sometimes,” she said,
looking around the city as we walked down the street.
I
could see the wonder in her eyes.
I
forgot what it was
like to be excited about anything like that.
I
hadn’t
been that excited about anything for longer than I could remember.

“Where are you from again?”
I
asked her.
I
should have known. They say it
over and over again
on the show. The truth was
I
just hadn’t cared enough about any of it to pay attention.

“Ohio.
I
’m from a tiny
little town with a census of only about twelve hundred people. L.A. is like
culture shock to me,” she said.

I
switched back into predator mode; I was getting too caught up in things that
weren’t going to end up with a curvy blonde in my bed. “Ohio knows how to grow
them, I’ll give ‘em that,”
I
told her with a kiss to
the side of her face.

She giggled and
I
felt her
wiggle up closer to me. Then she said, “They grow them pretty well here too,”
she said with a flirty smile.

We walked into the bar and the results show was
playing on two televisions over the bar. We sat down and ordered our drinks.
The bartender wouldn’t take
my
money; he recognized us
both from the show and went on about how much he loved our music and how one of
us should win. It was cool, especially when Brooke went to the bathroom and he
told
me
that he actually thought that I should win, he
just didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

While he’d been going on when we first got there,
Brooke giggled again and said, “Wow! We’re famous.
I
can’t wait for the next round. I’m a nervous wreck, but so excited.”
I
took a drink of my beer and she said, “You don’t ever seem
nervous. I wish I could be cool and calm like you all the time.”
I
took another swig of beer and winked at her.
If she only knew.

CHAPTER
FIVE

ELLY

“Hey, Elly, Keith and I are going to head over to
Club Seven.
My
boyfriend’s going to meet us there. You
want to go with?”

I
couldn’t get Tristan out of my head. Watching him with Brooke killed
me
, no matter how hard I tried to pretend that it didn’t.
I
tried telling myself that he was only trying to make me
jealous, but that made it seem like I was a little too full of myself. Maybe he
just actually didn’t want anything to do with
me
anymore and he didn’t care what I thought.
I
knew for
sure that I wasn’t in the mood to party and I wasn’t going to be good company.

“Nah, thanks, Molly.
I
’m not really up for a crowded, noisy club. I may
just stop at The Glacier and have a quiet cocktail on my way home.”
I
could hear the flatness in my voice.

“Are you stressing over Tristan and that girl?”
Molly was way too observant.

With as neutral an expression as
I
could muster I said, “What girl?”

Molly knowingly smiled and said, “Okay, girl, we
don’t have to talk about it. You be safe.”

I
felt relieved. “I will, Molly. Thanks.”

I
quickly finished wrapping things up and then I walked over to The Glacier. It
was a quiet little bar around the corner where
I
could
get a drink and not get slobbered on or groped.
I
wasn’t in the mood for it that night.

I
walked in and realized that the gods hated me. Tristan and Brooke were sitting
at the bar. They were all cozied up to each other and she seemed to be giggling
over everything he said.
I
should have walked back out
right away, but I took too long observing them and just when I decided to
leave, Tristian spotted me. Shit! If
I
left then, I’d
just look like creepy stalker chick.

I
took a deep breath and walked up to the bar.
I
was on
Brooke’s right side and Tristan was on her left.
I
ordered my drink and then forced myself to look at them.

“Congratulations guys! Good job tonight.” Brooke
smiled a genuine smile and thanked
me
. Tristan smiled
too, but instead of genuine his looked smug and he said, “Thanks, but should
you be fraternizing with the contestants?”

“I didn’t come here to fraternize. I came here for a
drink.”

Tristan made a big play of looking around and said,
“Hmm, you’re alone. That’s too bad.”

It pissed
me
off, so I
said, “Better alone than with some creep.”
I
looked at
him and then Brooke when I said it. Brooke looked confused. She couldn’t figure
out if we were really sniping at each other or not.
I
felt bad; none of this was her fault. Besides,
I
couldn’t have her thinking there was something going on between us. Tristan
still didn’t seem to understand how dangerous this was.

I
was ready to back off and walk away when I heard Tristan say, “Hey Brooke, why
don’t we go finish this celebration at my place?”

I
knew Tristan meant sex.
I
should have just let it go,
but I really did want to talk to him about the drugs and the rehab facility
that I’d picked up the application for him from.

“Tristan, can I talk to you first…just for a
minute?”
I
asked him.

He looked at
me
smugly
again. He raked his eyes over
me
, and then with a
self-satisfied smile he said, “No, I don’t think so, Elly. It’s a little too
late for that.” Then he put his arm back around Brooke, kissed her on the side
of the face and said, “Let’s go for a ride on my bike, baby.”

Brooke looked completely infatuated with him, but
still curious about
me
.
I
watched them walk out with a sick feeling in my stomach.
I
didn’t want a drink any longer.
I
headed for the door
and walked back towards the studio where my car was parked. As
I
walked through the parking gate I passed Tristan and
Brooke leaving on his motorcycle. He smiled at me again,
like
he was trying to rub it in my face. Brooke’s eyes were only for him.

CHAPTER
SIX

TRISTAN

Brooke clutched onto
me
as
I weaved the bike in and out of traffic.
I
figured
she’d ever been on a bike before. Then again, being on a bike in a small town
in Ohio would be a different world than being on one in L.A. on I-405.
I
’d found out with girls that a motorcycle ride on the
freeway could go one of two ways: they hate it and never want to see you or
your bike again or it turns them on and they are like sex machines afterwards.
When we made it back to
my
place, she jumped off with
a huge grin on her face. Her cheeks
were flushed
from
the cool wind and she said, “That was amazing!” She was breathing hard. She was
ready for sex.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,”
I
said.
I
bypassed the elevator and took the stairs two
at a time up to the fourth floor. It took Brooke a minute to catch up with
me
and she was even more winded when she did.

“No wonder you’re in such good shape,” she said.
I
was surer by the minute that I was going to get to tap
that ass before the night was over.
I
unlocked the
door to the apartment and watched her look around. Unless
I
brought them home already high or aching for it, it was always the same. They’d
look around, shocked at the way
I
live. The truth was
I
didn’t give a fuck what they thought. She could stay or
go;
I
’d find another one in a heartbeat. While she was
adjusting to her surroundings,
I
went over to the
cabinet and took out my box of weed.
I
stuffed the
bong and I could see her watching me out of the corner of my eye as I did.