No Strings Attached (6 page)

"Talon.  If you don't stop right now, we will have a major issue."  Eaven speaks up and moves in front of Talon's face.  He looks down at her and doesn't seem too thrilled to be shut up about this. 

"You don't have to worry about it.  It's not like we've done anything anyway.  Just chill the hell out.  Luke isn't like that."  He wants to say something, but the glare-down from Eaven has him pausing.  I look for Taron and he doesn't seem to be as concerned with all of this.  Holden looks pissed off, but isn't voicing his opinion. 

"I'm a grown-ass woman and can do what I want.  I never interfere with any of you and how you live your life.  I want the same from you."

"Rebel Walking.  How's it going?  You guys look like you need to get laid."  Garrett Riggins walks up with his cocky demeanor and places his arm over my shoulder.  He's the drummer for 'Beckoning Reality', a band that's supposed to open for us at a few shows and we'll do the same for them.  That's how we added five shows to the tour. 

"Riggins, get your hands off of me before you lose function of those famous hands." 

The surprise on his face is worth it until he leans in to whisper in my ear, "If you only knew just how famous these hands are, babe." 

I return the gesture by whispering back to him, "Get your fucking hands off of me." 

His facial reaction seems to challenge me and I feel his hand slide all the way down my back.  Grabbing me on the ass, he starts to look around at everyone else.  I pull away from him, knowing he's just trying to get a rise out of me.  He's not usually this disgusting, but for some reason he's trying really hard today.

I look up and notice Luke watching.  He doesn't seem to be bothered by Garrett manhandling me.  That bothers me.  Is it bad that I
want
him to be jealous?  Luke isn't the jealous type, though—I knew this going into whatever it is we have going here.

Watching the Walker men stare down Garrett is more hysterical than anything else.  These guys are hopeless.  Don't get me wrong, I love that they care enough about me to try to protect me from the bad boys, but that's what I'm attracted to.  I want a strong, tattooed guy who doesn't have to answer to anyone.  You know... a guy like Luke.

Garrett moves in close to me again, making sure to run his hands over me once more.  I let him, knowing the guys will have a rough time with it.  They need to get over their protective nature, and I can't think of a better way than to force them to right in front of everyone here. 

Luke turns to talk to a groupie and I lose track of what everyone is saying near me.  I watch him flirt with her, knowing what's about to happen.  It's like a train wreck that I can't turn my eyes from. 

Chapter Six

Luke

I look over and see her face.  It’s full of disappointment, but I don’t let her stop this.  I pull tonight’s blond honey closer to my body and fill my hands full of tight ass.  It’s nothing to get laid before the show.  I do it regularly, so I’m not sure what her fucking deal is.  This girl is nothing special.  She’s hot, but it’s just a fuck.  Besides that, she's letting that asshole grope her up and down right in front of everyone.

I move us into the bathroom to do the deed in private.  It’s another day in the life of a rocker.  What can I say? I like boobs and vaginas.

She drops to her knees just like they all do.  Her skills are lacking, and frankly, it irritates me so much I don't let her go on for very long.  As soon as I hear her teeth clank against my metal, I pull her up from the floor. 

Propping her on the cabinet, I don’t waste time getting into position to finish this.  I smile when I see yet another shocked expression.  Every girl enjoys my Jacob’s ladder piercing, but pair that with my size, and I get them every time.  I pull her to the edge and she lifts her legs over my shoulders.  This angle works perfectly and it doesn’t take long for both of us to moan out in pleasure. 

My moment is interrupted by someone banging on the door, so I pull my jeans back in place.

“What?”

“Showtime!”  There’s no mistaking that cocky voice is none other than Taron.

I leave tonight’s lay behind and rush to the stage.  I hear her strumming sharply. The sound of her bass guitar makes me feel just a little guilty, but it’s what I do.

She’s off limits.  The Walker boys would have my ass if they only knew what I’ve done.  It’s for her own good anyway.

I step beside her on stage and she moves up to work the audience.  I move up with her and the crowd goes wild when we work together.  We know how to raise the noise level before a show.  I watch her when she starts to move those damn hips.  This is the part where I move back and watch the view—I fucking
love
this view. 

We do our solos and work together through each song to put on the best show possible, just like we do every time.

As soon as the lights are cut, I move to the side of the stage and expect her to follow, but she doesn’t.  I start to look for her and eventually my eyes adjust enough to see her.

I watch her move in on him.  She’s on a mission to prove a point.  Garrett is the drummer for Beckoning Reality.  He’s not anyone she should get involved with, but I watch as she strolls up to him.  He raises his arms out to greet her, only she doesn’t back out of his hold.  When she remains flush against him, he looks at her with surprise and a shit eating grin that I could knock straight off his face.

I leave the stage area with one thing on my mind—Lilly. 
Damn, I need a drink.
  Eaven meets me in the hall with her hand on her hip.  I don't need to hear her shit right now.  This whole thing is fucked up and the worst part is that I'm letting her get to me.  It's not like I want to be exclusive with anyone, but does she really have to rub up on that asshole? 

"Luke, did you really just fuck a skank in the bathroom?"  I'm honest.  She asks, I have to tell her.

"Sure did."

"Was she worth it?"  Her pissed off behavior is frustrating me. 

"Really, Ev?  It's not anything new that I hook up with a girl before a concert.  Why is it a big deal today?"

"Because you should've seen her face when you closed the door."

"Yeah, well we aren't exclusive and she knows that.  Hell, in fact
she's
the one that made that statement.  Not sure what you want from me.  I'm not going to stop living it up because you don't approve, Ev.  You'll just have to get over it.  Just because everyone else here is married and settled, doesn't mean the rest of us have to act that way."

I walk away from her before she makes me any madder at myself. 
How many times can I fuck up?
  There’s a reason she was off limits, and all of these people being in my business is becoming the obvious main reason.  Unfortunately, she’s worth anything they throw at me. 

I think it's time for a night out on the town.  I invite all of the guys out to club Kenza in hopes of having a good time and burying the hatchet.  Talon and Taron decide to come along with most of the security team.  'Deception' will be playing and I've heard some decent things about them.  It's always good to build up a network out on the road anyway.  A few of the guys from 'Beckoning Reality' decide to come with us.

This place is packed and my eyes are quick to find a couple of hot girls wondering around the club.  Maybe I can convince them to
both
take care of me tonight.

I meet Phoenix real quick.  He introduces me to some guy named Reece, who seems like a real asshole.

"Reece.  This is Luke, from 'Rebel Walking'."

"Luke."  The dude doesn't have an ounce of social skills.  I let my eyes find the two girls I plan to get to know a little better.

"You've spotted my fiancée."  Phoenix is very quick to notice me eyeing those two.

"You're not engaged to the both, though.  Which one's yours?"  I rub my chin and hope he tells me the girl with the lighter hair is up for the taking.

"The dark haired one.  Thalia.  The other one is her best friend, Callie... she has a thing for you." 
Oh, this can't get any better.  I need to meet this girl.

"I think I'll go say hi then.  She has gorgeous legs and a tight ass."

"You have no idea," Reece finally speaks.  I have a feeling this guy thinks he has a claim to this Callie girl by his reaction, but I wasn't given the hands off so it's a go.

I work through the crowd with this girl in my direct line of site.  She's cute and I could use a distraction right now.

I introduce myself to her and work my way into touching her curly hair.  "Your hair is so soft.  I bet a gorgeous girl like you gets that a lot." 
What a lame pickup line.
  I need to bring my game and I'm talking about soft hair.  She's very shy, almost too timid for me.

"Only once before."  She seems to struggle with something before she begins to run a finger along my arm.

"So tell me, Luke.... are you really known as the panty stealer?"  She's starting to act slightly braver and it cracks me up to watch when girls fight their inner self to be bold in situations like this.  She cocks an eyebrow waiting for my answer.

"That's actally Taron—or was—but tell me, are you going to let me steal
yours
?"  I return her gesture and slide a finger up her arm sending chills over her skin. 

She leans in close to my chest, ready to whisper in my ear, "To steal mine, I'd have to be wearing them." 

That's it.
  I pull her close with my hands on her hips. 

"Luke, get your ass over here."  Taron is trying to cock block me again.

"Taron, cut the shit.  I'll be there in a minute."  I turn my attention back to Callie, "You staying around?  We can get some drinks later, here at the club."

"Okay.  I'd like that," she says through a smile.

"I'll be back real soon."  Backing away from her, I almost fall on my ass by tripping on some fucking cord that isn't properly laid.

We move to a table and start to order a round of drinks.  The guys start to give me hell about trying to hook up with Callie so quickly.

"You guys remember how it is.  It doesn't take long to get one to drop their panties for ya when you look like this."

The twins don't seem as impressed with that statement as the guys from 'Beckoning Reality' do.  I know I could have some new partners in crime if I ever need any with these guys. 

After a few drinks, I notice her again.  I move in for some more conversation, but find her very willing to do more.  She pulls me into the hallway, and I'm not feeling like telling her ‘no’ at this moment, so I run with it.

I start to slide my hands up her soft legs and under that short skirt.  She shifts so that my leg fits between hers and she starts to grind against the denim covering my leg.  She lays her head back after a few rotations of her hip, exhaling with an appreciative breathy sound.  I lean in to kiss her neck just as the brute barrels in to throw her over his shoulder and take her away like a fucking caveman. 

"Stay away from her," is all I can make out of his pissed off grumble before he takes her out of sight.  She doesn't seem willing to go with him, but I can tell they have something festering between them.  It makes me wonder if she was doing all of that out of spite.  I'm not worried, though.  No harm done in a little innocent playing around.  

The night gets pretty crazy and I decide to stay out after Talon and Taron leave.  The Beckoning guys continue drinking with me and we walk back to their bus. 

When we first get there, they start to harass Garrett through the closed door about whoever his nightly bag is.  I really hope it's not Lilly, but I have a gut feeling it is. 

They give me the couch to crash on, but for some odd reason I can't sleep for shit.  

Chapter Seven

Lilly

Luke disappeared after the show.  I'm spending my evening on the arm of Garrett as he greets some of his fans.  Most of them want my autograph, too, and he doesn't seem to be bothered with it.  When his fans dissolve, he pulls me in close to his side. 

"Are you using me, little darlin'?"  The shock on my face as he accuses me of what I'm most likely doing has to amuse him.  His laughter fills the area and I bow my head in shame.

"Don't worry about it.  It's really not a burden to have you rubbing all over me to prove a point.  I think I could get used to it, if you want to make a habit of it." 

"Garrett, it's not like that.  I'm just hanging out with you tonight and having some fun.  Can't a girl have a little fun?"

"Most girls can.  Can you?"

"You have no idea."  I lead him down the hall, trying to consider the best place to prove my point.  He pulls back, stopping our progress all together.

"If I get to have a piece of you, it's not going to be in some fucking bathroom.  Come to my bus and I'll let you show me this good time you're talking about."

He leads me to the bus and I follow him to the back where the small bedroom is.  I don't even want to know how many skanks he's bagged on that bed.  He tosses his jacket on the floor and prowls toward me like a hungry animal ready to mutilate its prey.  I cringe at his approach and he comes to a dead stop. 

"I knew you weren't really in to me." 

"When you look at me like that, it’s weird.  What do you expect?"

"That's my sexy look."

"You should keep working on that."

"Haha.  Aren't you the funny one?  I have no problem picking up babes every night."

"I'm sure they are
begging
to climb into your bed of love."

"Actually, most of the time we don't even make it onto the bus."  He moves to sit on the edge of the bed and I sit next to him.

"I know you have girls begging to get with you.  I'm just not that girl.  I know you'd be a riot in the sack.  I just need a minute to think about some things."  Why am I letting Luke ruin any fun I could have?  He had no problem hooking up with a chick and practically flaunted it in my face in the process.  I deserve to have some fun, too.