Seductive Chaos (Bad Rep #3) (2 page)

Maysie Ardin, the girlfriend of Jordan Levitt, my band’s drummer, and Vivian’s best friend, came running into the room. She took one look at the chaos around her and knew instantly what was going on.

She gave me a disgusted look, as though this were all my fault (which yeah, it sort of was) and then turned her attention to a cowering Karly, who was in the corner with a look of shock on her face. Some of her makeup had started to smear down her face unattractively. Damn, I was glad things hadn’t progressed any further. The chick was a total double bagger.

“Get out of here. Now!” she said harshly, pointing to the door.

Karly grabbed her purse and hurried out like her round, pert ass was on fire.

Vivian elbowed me in the gut and I instantly loosened my grip on her arm. She whirled around and shoved her finger into my chest.

“You are a complete and total jerk! Why do I do bother with you at all? And why can’t you keep it in your pants for one freaking night?” Vivian seethed.

I should have corrected her. I should have let her know that I had no intentions of screwing Karly or any other girl. Perhaps I should fill her in on the fact that I hadn’t had sex with anyone but her in the last six months. That even when I kissed another girl, it was for one reason only.

To get this crazy, psychotic girl to lose her shit all over me.

Because an angry Vivian was addictive. It was the stuff of every one of my fantasies.

I was fucked up. I
was
an asshole. I never pretended to be anything else.

But this hot piece of woman wanted me because of it.

“If I kept it in my pants, then you couldn’t play with it,” I murmured, wrapping her long hair around my hand and pulling her head back.

“I hate you!” Vivian hissed, her eyes heated. She licked her lips and I knew from experience that she was soaking wet.

“No you don’t, baby. You just wish you did,” I grinned. I slid my other hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing her skirt higher as I felt the edge of her panties.

Vivian’s breathing became erratic as I pushed her underwear to the side and teased her with my finger.

“You want this?” I growled.

“No!” Vivian glowered at me. She bit down on her bottom lip as I pushed the tip of my finger inside her, my thumb rubbing lightly against her clit.

“You sure? Because, baby, I can feel how much you want it. You want it so bad, it’s dripping down your legs,” I whispered, licking the curve of her ear and shoving my finger up inside her perfect warmth.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her silken heat enveloped my finger and I wished it were my dick.

And I knew by her body’s reaction and the way Vivian was starting to relax into me, it would be soon enough.

Someone cleared her throat behind us. I didn’t pull my hand out from between Vivian’s legs, but I did loosen my grip on her hair.

I had forgotten Maysie was there.

“Are you serious, Viv? There was another girl in here only thirty seconds ago!”

Maysie wasn’t my biggest fan. We had clashed a lot over the last few years. When Jordan had suggested we take Maysie on as our band manager, I hadn’t been particularly thrilled with the idea.

Girls on the road were a bad idea. We were going to be practically living out of Garrett’s van and having to deal with female shit on top of that seemed like a nightmare.

Plus when Maysie was around, Jordan wasn’t focused on the band. He was focused on his chick and making her happy. That didn’t seem very rock and roll to me.

We were building an image. We were hardcore dudes with a reputation for awesome music. Having a clingy girlfriend around 24/7 would only cramp our style.

And I hadn’t been entirely wrong. With Maysie around, none of us felt like we could fart and burp and jerk off the way we wanted to. We had to eat regular meals and stop at Walmart for tampons.

It drove me freaking nuts. And anytime I had voiced my opinion, Jordan had gone all ‘roid rage. There had been a lot of fights. A lot of threats. I walked out of the band more than once.

There were times I thought we were destined for a VH1 Behind the Music special before we had even started.

But then we had started making some cash and could afford to sleep in shitty motels and that gave us all some much needed space. Jordan and Maysie could go do their mushy couple crap and the rest of us wouldn’t feel the need to throw up every time Jordan called Maysie
sweet cheeks.

Obnoxious nicknames aside, I couldn’t completely ignore how it was Maysie who had created our website and maintained our social media. She was the one that started a mailing list and found cheap advertisement for our earlier shows.

And whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was pretty sure her dedication to Jordan and our band helped get us to where we were now.

Which was playing bigger shows with a bigger band to bigger crowds.

The perks were better, the hotels were cleaner, and the women were hotter.

I was on my way to my own debauched version of happily ever after.

And always on the side, just where I needed her to be, was Vivian Baily.

She wasn’t my girlfriend. She wasn’t even my friend really.

Most days I was convinced we could barely stand each other. She was a whiny, self-involved drama queen. She spent entirely too much time getting ready and freaked out if her hair got messed up.

She was vain and overly emotional. She spent ninety percent of her life angry. At me.

But I couldn’t get enough of her.

She was, without a doubt, the best lay I had ever had.

And from me, that’s saying something. I was a boy with a super fantastic toy. And that toy was between Vivian’s smooth thighs.

I was addicted. I couldn’t get enough. Even if we had to do this song and dance to get there in the end, I’d do it. Because the reward was so damn sweet.

And it was only getting worse. I had never given up regular pussy. If I hadn’t been able to get it from Vivian, I’d get it somewhere else. I was a connoisseur of the ladies. I liked them in all shapes and sizes. Though a pretty face was mandatory. I had experienced my fair share of beer goggles. No one liked a morning after consisting of showing a fugly bed partner to the door.

Vivian was without a doubt the most gorgeous woman I have ever been with. So I put up with her psychotic tendencies because it was a small price to pay for what I got out of our arrangement.

Insane, swing from the rafters, go all night sex.

And I could have it without being expected to call her the next day. Who wouldn’t jump at the chance for such an arrangement?

It’s a horny man’s dream.

And goody too shoes Maysie Ardin definitely didn’t get it. She thought I was using Vivian. She thought I took what I wanted and tossed her aside until I wanted her again.

She didn’t see that we were using each other. That Vivian didn’t want to stick around anymore than I wanted her to stay.

Vivian got exactly what she wanted when we were together. She was as sex crazed as I was. And if I was the guy she wanted to have stick it to her, then who was I to say no? Just call me a philanthropist. I was doing my part to help out the hot chicks of the world.

And Vivian Baily was one super hot chick.

And I had convinced myself it was due to her extreme contortionist abilities that had me abstaining from sex with anyone but Vivian.

Why settle for a less than adequate substitute when I could hold out for the real thing?

So let's go back to why I allowed Karly with a K to smear her whore red lipstick all over my mouth. Why, if I wanted Vivian, did I kiss and grope another chick when I knew she’d be looking for me?

Did you see Vivian’s reaction? She went nuts!

Do you see where I currently have my fingers?

Get the picture?

And now we were going to head back to the hotel and she was going to work all of that anger out on my all too eager body.

It was a messed up pattern. But it worked well for me.

It was exciting. I was aroused. I dug Viv’s extreme bursts of rage.

So our drama wasn’t really any of Maysie’s business.

“Back off, Mays,” I warned, feeling my anger spike. And this time it wasn’t mixed with anything but annoyance.

Vivian pushed on my chest, causing me to stumble. My finger pulled out of her with an audible pop. I grit my teeth in irritation.

I knew that look on Vivian’s face. She was pissed. And not in the good, I’m-so-angry-I’m-going-to-screw-your-brains-out kind of way.

It was more of the I’m-about-to-end-up-with-a-serious-case-of-blue-balls sort of angry.

“Come on, Viv. Let’s find Gracie and Riley. We’ll go get a drink,” Maysie prompted. I could feel the daggers she was glaring my way dig into my back, but I didn’t give a crap.

“Vivian. Come on. You know it didn’t mean anything. You’re here. Let’s hang out.” And yeah, “hang out” was a euphemism for squeeze my face between her thighs.

I tried to reach for her again. My plans for the night had taken a shitty turn.

Vivian let me grab her and I felt a twinge of relief. Maybe she wasn’t that upset. I didn’t entirely understand why she was getting so worked up.

It wasn’t like we were a couple or anything.

It’s not like she didn’t know what happened when I was on the road and she wasn’t around.

And it’s not like she didn’t get that when she was here, there was no one else.

I heard Maysie’s frustrated sigh and it was seriously messing with my vibe.

“Come on, Viv. Let’s go back to the hotel. Let me make it up to you. You know you’re the only girl I want to be with tonight,” I said softly, kissing the skin on the side of her neck.

I felt her shudder and knew I had her.

I pulled her flush against my front. I wanted her. That had always been enough.

“Vivian, come on,” Maysie urged and I pressed myself tighter against Vivian.

“Baby, please. I want to spend time with you,” I pleaded, meaning it. I wasn’t a complete heartless jerk. I really did want to be with Vivian.

Vivian closed her eyes, her brows furrowing. I didn’t like the look on her face. It confused me. I didn’t like to be confused. I liked to live my life with minimal thinking.

I slept. I woke up. I ate. I sang. I fucked.

That was my life.

And Vivian provided just enough complication to keep things interesting.

I didn’t want anything more than that.

I certainly didn’t want to examine why Vivian looked like that.

Or why I felt suddenly panicked.

“Vivian?” I said her name like a question. I ran my hands up and down her back, trying like hell to ignore Maysie’s crusty attitude that was funking up the room.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” Vivian said to Maysie over her shoulder, after what felt like an incredibly long time.

“Vivian,” Maysie started and I knew an epic scolding was on its way. If she started on Vivian, I would be forced to intervene. I wouldn’t let her make Viv feel bad for spending time with me.

I didn’t care if it would cause more tension between Jordan and me. I didn’t care if I would be labeled the bad guy. What else was new? But I’d be damned if I’d let Maysie or anybody else make this woman in my arms feel badly about anything.

Where did this sudden protectiveness come from?

Vivian beat me to the punch.

“Just go, Mays. I’ll call you later,” Vivian said shortly and I could tell she was annoyed. I just didn’t know if it was with Maysie or me.

Maysie didn’t say anything else. And I didn’t give a shit what she thought. I was just happy when I heard the dressing room door slam shut.

Vivian shook her head. “I’m such an idiot.”

I turned her around so that we were chest to chest. I leaned down and took her bottom lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth and moaned when I heard her sharp intake of breath. She was just tall enough that I didn’t have to bend too much to taste her mouth.

Her curves fit against my body perfectly. I loved knowing what this girl felt like inside and out. It made me feel territorial and proprietary.

Vivian Baily was mine.

“Shut up,” I told her, biting down on her lip with a bit more strength.

Vivian slithered her fingers up into my hair and gave it a vicious yank. I winced.

“Don’t ever tell me to shut up,” she warned, her fingers digging into the back of my skull painfully. Her eyes flashed with a heat I recognized and brought my flagging erection back to life.

“I’ll say whatever the hell I want to,” I volleyed back, tearing my mouth from hers and attacking the side of her neck. I sucked and licked and bit hard enough to break the skin.

Vivian pulled on my hair again. “Fuck you, Cole!” she seethed.

I lifted my head from the curve of her neck and grinned. My hands hastily pushed up her skirt and I ripped her panties off in one of those macho, romance novel moves. I was pretty proud of myself. I dangled the shredded white lace off the edge of my finger, twirling them in a circle before tossing them onto the floor.

Without preamble I dropped to my knees and spread her legs so I fit between them. I looked up at her from my spot between her thighs.

“I plan to, sweetheart,” I promised before helping her use all that rage to make us both very, very happy.