Rush (Pandemic Sorrow #2) (25 page)

A few people whistled before we tore away from one another. As we started walking again, I placed my hand on her ass cheek, squeezing it in my palm.

“Really?” She shook her head. “How old are we? Eighteen?”

Shrugging, I tightened my grip on her ass. “I’m a proud pervert, and I like people seeing that this”—I gave her a quick spank—“is
all
mine.”

“For the love of God.”

We passed closer to the front of the line, and I heard the murmuring: “That’s Rush Wilder. Pandemic Sorrow. Oh, my God.”

Then came the flashes from cameras and cell phones.

Jules sighed. “And this is one thing I could live without.”

“Can we get your autograph?” a girl called from the line.

I stopped and turned Jules toward the line, letting go of her when we got to the rope designating the line.

The girl was beaming; her lips had curved up into a grin that ate up most of her face. “Oh, my God. It’s
really
you.”

I smiled and nodded. “You got a pen or something?”

The girl’s eyes widened and the smile quickly vanished from her face. “Shit.”

“Here,” Jules dug through her purse, handing me several tubes of lipstick, a brush, some Tylenol, a box of Band-Aids, and hand sanitizer before pulling p out a pen and a small notepad.

Arching a brow, I shot her a perplexed glance. “What else you got in there, a fucking fifth of Jack Daniels?”

She rolled her eyes and held her purse out for me to dump everything back inside.

I signed several autographs and took pictures with everyone who was asking, before finally commenting that I had to go.

Just as we turned, I felt an arm latch onto me. I spun around and found one of the girl’s I’d just taken a picture with coyly batting her fake eyelashes at me.

She bit her lip, then said, “I really want a kiss. It’s a dream of mine to kiss you.”

“Sorry.”

She batted her eyes again. “Please.”

“I can’t. I’m a one-woman man now.” I grabbed Jules and we made our way to the restaurant.

I could feel Jules staring at me. I looked over and narrowed my eyes on her. “What? Do I have snot hanging outta my nose or some shit?”

She laughed. “No. That was just weird, seeing you turn down that girl. It seemed awkward and weird and so not you.”

“No, sweetheart. What would have been awkward and weird and so not me would’ve been
to
kiss that girl.” I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “You’re stuck with me, so sorry.”

We walked under the maroon awning of the restaurant entrance and a hostess opened the door for us.

As we made our way inside, Jules smiled up at me. “Is your dick pissed that you’re not a whore anymore?”

“Oh, no. I’m still a whore. Just your whore, so you got a lot of fucking in your future and my cock is just fine with that.”

The hostess’ lip curled up slightly. I guess she didn’t appreciate the fact that my cock was okay with fucking the same woman forever, or maybe it was just that talking about one’s cock in a stuffy five-star restaurant wasn’t considered appropriate, but whichever it was, she was disgusted.

Chapter 35

“So, you guys are getting ready to start your much-anticipated international tour in just a few days. How does that feel?”

I glanced out at the audience, mostly women, and then my eyes scanned over the cameras scattered in front of the set.

“Pretty good,” Jag said, then laughed. “Actually,
really
good.”

There were a few more exchanges of questions that I ignored. I hated doing these group interview things. I locked my sight on Jules on the side of the set. She was leaned up against a doorframe, sipping on one of her pumpkin spice lattes.

“Rush,” the host caught my attention. “So, how do you think the fact that you and Jag, the two biggest—excuse my crudeness, but the two biggest male sluts in rock and roll history, have settled down has affected your following?”

Before I had a chance to respond, he directed his attention to the audience, a wide, goofy grin shooting across his thin lips as he commented, “Ladies, are they still sexy to you?”

The audience applauded, a few screams piercing the air.

I could feel my face warm and I humbly shot my eyes out over the crowd, smiling. “Well, I think that people are fans of the music. Us growing up and settling down, that hasn’t changed the music.”

Jag patted my back. “Yeah, we did our damage and finally found women who would put up with our shit.” He laughed and pointed to the seats on the other side of him. “Besides, these two fuckers are still single.”

Shouts erupted from the audience again, along with a few whistles. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stone shaking his head in slight disgust and Pax nodding.

“Hey, try not to use the f-word again, cable and all,” Jimmy said, leaning over his wooden desk. “I know it’s your favorite word, sorry, man.”

Jag nodded.

The rest of the interview focused on Jag’s recovery, his relationship with Roxy, and their newborn baby.

Jag really was Pandemic Sorrow, but I didn’t care. I was just along for the ride, anyway.

Way back when we were fifteen, the whole band had been Jag’s idea. Fame, that had been his “what if.” Love, I guess that had been mine.

I know I’m still young and have a ton of shit to learn, but I’ve lived one hell of a life so far. Sometimes, I swear it’s book-worthy.

All I know is that when this ride is over and I’m old as dirt, pissing in my pants and forgetting where I put my hearing aide, I may have forgotten every damn bit of this. I’m sure that surge I get up on stage will have been long forgotten, and I know the endless nights of partying will be a distant and distorted memory. Our songs, if we’re lucky, will be played on some oldies station. I’ve accepted that nothing in my life will ever be constant…except her. Jules is my constant and my forever.

There were all these paths that led to my fame; I could have turned down any of them and ended up on that stage, but fame was my only path to her. Had I not been stubborn as hell, I might have lost her.

That fucker had been right. For once, Jag knew what the hell he was talking about when he’d told me on the bus, “Might surprise you how much you need something you don’t even know you don’t have.”

Because if there had ever been something I needed desperately, it was her.

The End

Bonus Chapter

WARNING. This is unedited and may be the longest sex scene in the history of rocker books. Also, it is a lot naughtier than my usual scenes.

xx- Stevie

Stone sat on a micro-suede couch, in an apartment decorated with Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn black and white stills.

The girl handed us both waters and flattened out her skirt.

“What’s your name again?” Stone asked.

“SJ.”

“What’s that stand for?” I sucked back half the bottle of ice-cold water.

“Sarah Jane.” She cleared her throat, then blurted out “I want both of you…” her breath caught for a second. “At the same time.”

Stone laughed, twisting the top from his water to take a large gulp.

“But we have to be quite. I don’t want to wake my roommate up. She’s got to teach school in the morning.”

SJ knelt down and tapped her fingers up my chest, a kittenish grin curving her pink lips up. “You guys ever do that before? You know, a girl at the same time?”

“Honey,” Stone said, standing and making his way toward us. “There’s not much we haven’t done.”

I laughed, nodding back toward the hallway. “What about that roommate you told us not to wake up? I’d rather it be a threesome with her.”

She laughed. “You give me my fantasy first, then I’ll give you yours.” Her eyes held a flicker of dominance and defiance, and I liked that.

Stone took her hair, wrapping it around his wrist and tugging back just a little. His lips stopped centimeters from her ear and he whispered, “We don’t have fantasies. We
make
them.”

I eyed Stone and he nodded.

I’d shared a girl with every guy in the fucking band, so that wouldn’t be anything new. Fucking two girls at the same time—that wasn’t out of the ordinary, but the thing about this entire set up was the fact of what that sleeping roommate had to do the next morning. As far as I knew, I’d never had a foursome with a school teacher.

Stone’s hands crept over her shoulders, pushing her strapless top down under her breasts and then cupping them. I watched his fingers pinch down on her pink nipples, the blood rushing to them made them turn a deeper shade of carnation.

She couldn’t control the smile that was forcing her lips up and now her breathing was very uneven. “You gonna let me fuck both of you?”

I brought my body closer to hers. “We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry about it.” My thumb caressed her cheek and I tilted my head to study her.

I could see a nervous energy behind her eyes. She could try all she wanted to pretend like this was who she was, but I knew it wasn’t. She could order us around, play like she was experienced with freaky shit, but that was just a façade. Being around someone famous makes people do weird, out of the ordinary things. Girls always felt like that had to be bad asses, like they had to compete, like they had to be equivalent to porn stars. And although I did enjoy the fuck out of that – I mean, I loved that girls were willing to turn into freaks just to wrap their tongues around my cock—but sometimes, actually most of the time, I would have preferred a sweet, timid girl that had no problem being nervous to horny bitches like this.

The same shit gets old after a while, even when it comes to freaky sex. It can get boring. All it was at this point was a different girl, a different pussy.

I quickly loosened my belt and dropped my pants, the buckle clanging against the hardwood floors. My dick was already hard and ready. “You want to touch it or what?”

“You have no idea.”

“Touch it then,” I ordered, guiding her hand and closing her fingers around its massive girth.

“You got two hands right?” Stone asked, taking her other hand and placing it on his dick.

She took a sharp intake of air. “Holy shit…” she blew out a long breath. “Oh,” her hand twisted up my dick, her thumb gliding over around the edge of my head, “fucking shit.”

She wiped over the bead of pre cum that had rolled from the tip and her eyes lit up.

“Fucking shit is right, babe. Oh, fucking shit. What have you done? You wondering that about right now, huh?” I asked.

She arched a brow, deepening the smile plastered to her face, and panted, “No, I am fucking wondering how long it’s gonna take one of you to get me off.”

Stone pushed her jeans down, followed immediately by her panties.

“She wet?” I asked.

I kept my eyes set on hers, watching them grow wider by the second and closing the minute she felt Stones hand glide over her.

“Fucking soaked,” Stone laughed. “Dripping fucking wet. But that’s a given. She’s got two fucking rock stars in her house, her hand wrapped around their cocks…”

I chuckled and placed one hand at the base of her skull. “This your fantasy, babe? Huh?”

“It so is.” Her grip on me tightened as her movements grew a little faster.

“So,” I thrust my cock toward her, “my question is. Who’s dick are you gonna suck first, and whose dick is tearing into your pussy?”

“Oh, hell no!” Stone said. “If you fuck her pussy, I’m taking her ass.” There was a loud clap from his hand smacking against her bare skin, and her eyes pulsed open.

SJ narrowed her eyes. “Who said I would let you stick it in my ass?”

“No anal?” Stone shrugged. “Fine, but I’m not sticking my dick in something you just warmed up. You want to fuck her after I do?”

I shrugged. “I don’t give a shit. Go ahead and fuck her first.”

Her breath was audible, loud and raspy. Her tongue kept darting out and wetting her lips.

“I’m going to see how wet you are,” I groaned in her ear, and slipped my hand between her trembling thighs.

A low moan grumbled through her lips. “Wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.”

My finger slid over her and effortlessly into her, pumping just a few times before bringing my finger to my mouth. I sucked her off of me. “Just about right.”

“I…” she closed her eyes and moaned again. I could hear the sucking sound of Stone finger fucking her.

“Hey, dude.”

Stone grinned, staring around the girl at me. “Yeah?”

“Get her on her knees and do that shit.”

I watched Stone reach across to her couch, grab a pillow and toss it on the floor. “There you go, babe. Wouldn’t want to be too rough on those knees. You’ll be there a while between the two of us.”

Now she was panting. And she placed her knees on the pillow and yanked my dick to her lips. Stone followed suit and got on his knees behind her, rubbing his hands over her ass a few times before he slapped his dick over her.

I watched her greedily swallow back my dick, moaning and cupping my balls as she made her way down on me, nearly choking when Stone rammed her from behind and forced her down farther on my cock. She moaned, her mouth furiously working over me, and for a second this all felt wrong. For a split second I couldn’t even concentrate on what this girl was doing to me because all I could think about was Jules.

I closed my eyes, pissed because I knew it would go nowhere with Jules, but even more mad that I wanted it to. I shook my head, grunting from frustration as I opened my eyes again.

I stared down at the girl, her lips pulling back on me exposing the base of my head before she engulfed most of my cock again.

She was sucking Jules right off of me, and I needed that.

Her mouth was hot, wet, and every few seconds she would pause to release a groan, her head bobbing from Stone tearing into her, and a few times her teeth pressed into my tender flesh just enough to send a heat flooding through me.

“Oh,” that sound came out of her as an uncontrolled cry around my dick. “I’m gonna…”

I quickly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up. “Nope.”

“What the hell, man? I was about to bust one.” Stone groaned.

Still staring at her, I slowly stated, “No one’s gonna make you come except me.”

Her knees went weak and a loud rush of air flew from her.

“Oh, for fucks sake, man. Really?” Stone huffed. “I’m about to just beat this out. Damn.”

I nodded to the side. “Make her suck you off. You can fuck the teacher.”

Stone shrugged and walked around to the front of her.

Grabbing her hand, I pulled her toward the hall. “Which one is your roommate’s room?”

She pointed to the room at the end of the hall.

“What’s her name,” I asked, dragging her toward the door.

“Uh…Angie…”

Stone chuckled, following behind us. “This just gets better and better. Jag would die right now.”

“Fuck him,” I growled, a little shocked at the hostility in my tone. He had a girl he wanted. He had
the
girl he wanted. And here I was letting some random fan suck the girl I wanted clean off my dick. That was fucked up.

I twisted the door knob, and SJ stopped me. “What are you doing?”

“I told you, I wanted a foursome with a Sunday school teacher.” I laughed. “And you are so hard up for that orgasm I told you only I could give you, you’ll do just about anything.”

SJ’s head cocked to the side and her eyes narrowed.

“Fuck. You have two of the hottest rock stars in the world in your fucking apartment, naked, both fucking you…got to make this one count, sweetheart. Make it good.”

The door creaked as I slowly pushed it open. A small sliver of light washed over the room and landed on the silhouette of the sleeping girl.

Stone laid down at the end of the hallway. And I reached down and palmed the SJ’s messy pussy, then slipped a finger back to her ass and circled around it. “Damn,” I taunted, “you’d let me do anything, huh?” Gripping her shoulder, I gently squeezed. “Lay down. Between his legs. On your back.”

“How am I supposed to –”

One side of my mouth flipped up. “You’ll figure it out.”

She laid down and reached up, pulling Stone’s dick to her lips and tracing her tongue up him. I leaned down and took her by the ankles, pulling her legs up and cradling them underneath my arms. Holding them against my sides, I squatted and pushed my dick into her. I adjusted her and pushed harder, her knees involuntarily tried to pull out of my grip.

Loud gasps broke the silence in the room, then I slammed into her, harder and rougher, my balls smacking against her wet ass.

Stone let out an annoyed sigh. “Hey, you’re gonna have to focus a little more. You can’t keep stopping each time his dick punches into you. See if you can get us off at the same time.”

She clenched down around me, forcing my eyes to shut. My goal was to make this girl scream so loud her roommate woke up, but then I rethought that. I stopped, pulled out and dropped her legs.

“What’s wrong?” she panted, looking up from Stone.

“Oh, nothing.” I laid down on the floor, face planting into her pussy. My tongue drove into her, twisting and licking. I bit down on her lips, pulling them into my mouth and then forced my tongue between them with a hard, rough lick.

She continued to suck Stone off while I fucked her with my mouth. Within seconds I had her moaning, cursing, screaming to God. As she was swearing around Stone’s dick, he fisted her head and groaned, his hips bucking up when he got off.

I held my hand out and pulled her up.

“Oh, my God. I’ve never gotten off from oral before. That was incredible.”

“Yeah, well we aren’t done here. Not yet.”

Stone stood up, brushing his hair from his face. “Yeah, there’s a reason for that term, ‘party like a rock star’. We have fucking stamina.”

“Go wake up your roommate,” I ordered, jerking on my dick.

Even in the dark, I could see her eyes pulse open.

“If I wake her up, she’ll probably freak out.”

“I’ll wake her up.” Stone volunteered.

“Oh, no.
We’ll
wake her up,” I laughed. Without warning, I picked SJ up and slammed her against the wall. The mirror beside her head wobbled and my lips spread across my face. “Don’t worry, whatever I break. I’ll pay for it. Promise.”

I shoved her leg up against the wall, pushing myself into her. I kept crashing into her, that mirror wobbling with each hard thrust.

Stone came over and rubbed his hands over her breasts. As soon as his fingers pinched down on her nipples she let out groan.

“Oh, you like that shit, huh? Want it harder?” He asked. I watched his finger pinch her again, then her pussy clamped down around me. Her body to slid down the wall and Stone pushed her back up.

His hand swept down her waist and under her ass.

“Oh, my God. Fuck. Just….” A moan broke that sentence, then she swallowed. “Do it harder.”

I pressed into her harder and faster, my balls drawing up against me. “That’s,” I grunted, “as hard as I can.”

“No, Stone,” she whimpered.

About that time I felt his fingers brush up against my balls. Evidently, he was fingering her ass, which made me find the energy to fuck her harder somehow. I don’t know that I’d ever been able to get that deep in a girl before, she was swallowing my cock in that slick heat.