Текст книги "Try Me"

Автор книги: Olivia Cunning

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Chapter 11

Gabe climbed the tour bus steps, walked down the aisle, and tossed his overnight bag into his bunk. Owen and Kelly were already sprawled on the semicircular caramel-colored sectional in the seating area near the front of the bus, but there was no sign of Shade or Adam. Gabe pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and checked his messages. He had a few texts from friends in Austin and a voicemail from his mother asking him when he’d be in town. She said she had a nice girl she wanted to introduce him to. Gabe was pretty sure his mom thought it was her duty to find him a woman or she would never be a grandmother. He wondered what she would think of Melanie. Would Melanie count as a nice girl even though she had a deliciously naughty side?

“Don’t you dare call her yet, dude,” Shade said as he dropped his bag on the floor next to his bunk. “She’ll know your balls belong to her.”

“I wasn’t going to call her,” Gabe insisted. At least not for thirty minutes or so. He’d secretly been hoping she’d called him by now. He missed her voice already. Shit, Shade was right. He hated when Shade was right.

Despite all of his talk about relationships, he hadn’t really been sure if he’d ever call her. Hadn’t been sure if the complications would be worth it for either of them, but especially for her. When he’d seen the tears in her eyes, he’d known he couldn’t stay away. Until that moment, he hadn’t been positive that she’d really want him to keep in touch. Now he was sure; she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He hoped she was strong enough to have him in her life. Few women had what it took to love a man married to the road and a music career.

“I don’t believe you,” Shade said as he snatched the phone out of Gabe’s hand.

Gabe shrugged and sat next to Owen on the sofa. He knew how Shade ticked—you didn’t spend ten years of your life living in close quarters with someone and not know how his mind worked. Well, Gabe understood Shade, but Adam was clueless and let Shade push all his buttons. Gabe knew Shade pretended to be cool so no one figured out how insecure he was about certain things. Not about women. Not about his singing. Shade had absolute confidence in those arenas. Shade had become a master of hiding secrets about himself that he was not open to sharing, but Gabe saw through his façade of cool. And he knew the best way to deal with Shade was to never rise to his bait.

“Are you going to call that little hottie you hooked up with, Shade?” Owen asked. “What was her name? Nikki?”

“Darling Nikki,” Kelly said. He reached into the mini-fridge near his end of the sofa and hauled out two bottles of water. He handed one to Owen and kept one for himself.

“Maybe we should do a remake of that song,” Owen said. “It could be metal.”

“Been done,” Shade said.

“You’re not going to call her, are you?” Gabe asked. He didn’t want his newfound relationship with Melanie sabotaged by Shade fucking things up with her best friend.

Shade shook his head. “She didn’t want me to.” He shrugged. “You know how it is.”

Gabe took a deep breath and nodded. Owen and Kelly exchanged knowing glances.

“Whatever,” Shade said. “She did say next time we come to Wichita she’d love to hook up again. Maybe she’ll get her stick-in-the-mud friend to open herself up to a little fun next time.”

“She’s not a stick in the mud,” Gabe said, a bit more perturbed by Shade’s taunt than he should be. He didn’t usually let Shade’s bullshit bother him.

Shade chuckled. “As if you would know the difference. You’re a dud in the bedroom yourself. Probably think doggie style is adventurous.”

Gabe forced a puzzled look on his face. “What’s doggie style?”

Owen laughed. Kelly just rolled his eyes. Adam came out of the bedroom at the back of the bus. “Are we going to hang around here all day? I need to get to Dallas. Like yesterday.”

“Just waiting for the driver,” Owen said.

Adam sat in one of the captain’s chairs across from the curved sofa.

“Can I have my phone back now?” Gabe asked.

“Are you going to call your mommy?” Shade asked. He tossed Gabe’s phone in the air and Gabe caught it in one hand.

“Later,” Gabe said. “I need to call Melanie first.”

Owen leaned across Gabe’s body and snatched the phone out of Gabe’s hand before he could find Melanie’s picture and name in his long list of contacts.

“Twenty-four hour rule,” Owen said.

“Rock stars live too fast for the twenty-four hour rule,” Adam said. “Our average life expectancy is equal to one-half normal divided by number of addictions minus the number of small craft flights per month, the number of fast cars owned, and the number of miles driven on a motorcycle without a helmet. I’d say the three-second rule better applies to Gabe here.”

Gabe chuckled. “See? I’m already late calling her.”

“Nah,” Owen said, “you have fewer addictions than Adam and don’t own a motorcycle. You have at least twenty more minutes.”

The bus driver, Tex, climbed up the steps and did a head count. “Y’all ready t’go?”

Most of the band and crew had lost their Texas drawls after traveling around the country and the world for ten years, but not Tex. Gabe figured he took refresher lessons. And when Gabe hung around with him too much, he started talking just like him.

“We’re ready,” Adam said. “Let’s go. I so need to get laid.”

Adam had a regular hook-up in Dallas. Not a girlfriend, exactly. None of them had girlfriends, exactly. Kind of depressing.

Shade headed for his bunk. “I guess I’ll get some sleep. Sure didn’t get any last night. Darling Nikki has some serious stamina.” He took off his sunglasses, revealing weary ice blue eyes. He tucked his shades into the neckband of his T-shirt. “Don’t let Force call that chick while I’m out.”

“Why are you so worried about him calling her, Shade?” Kelly asked.

“He’ll get all pussy-whipped on us if he lands himself a steady girlfriend.” Shade climbed into his bunk. “Besides who would want to be stuck with the same chick all the time when there is so much delicious variety available?”

“Me,” Kelly said.

“Yep. Me too,” Owen agreed with a nod.

“Fuck that. For once, I agree with Shade,” Adam said. “The more variety, the better.”

“Man whores,” Owen said and shook his head at them. “Both of you.”

Shade grunted and slid his bunk’s curtain closed. An instant later his boots dropped out of his bunk onto the floor.

“You don’t have room to talk,” Kelly teased and punched Owen in the shoulder.

“You either.”

“At least we’re ashamed of our whorish ways,” Kelly said, leveling his most serious look at Owen.

Gabe snorted and burst out laughing. “Yep, you’re a regular pair of cloistered nuns.”

“Nuns?” Kelly said. “I think you mean cloistered monks.”

“I wouldn’t mind being cloistered with a bunch of horny nuns for a couple days,” Owen said.

“As long as they were horny,” Adam said with a thoughtful nod.

Kelly laughed. “They’d think you were possessed by demons and try to exorcise you.”

“I’m more likely to exercise them.” Adam slipped two fingers in and out of the loose fist in his opposite hand and smirked at Kelly.

Were they seriously discussing defiling nuns? Sometimes Gabe wondered why he hung around with these guys. Oh yeah, he had no choice.

“Owen might get some nun action,” Kelly said. “He’s the one with the angel face.” Kelly grabbed Owen’s face in one hand and squeezed. “They’d think he was cute.”

“Until they saw how he’s mutilated his junk,” Adam said.

“Not mutilated,” Owen protested through his squished mouth. “The ladies like it.”

Gabe didn’t care how much the ladies liked it; he’d never get his cock pierced. He could invent less painful ways to keep his woman satisfied.

“The ones who aren’t terrified of it,” Kelly said and released Owen’s face. He gave Owen a thunk on the side of the head as an afterthought.

Owen punched Kelly in the thigh and turned his attention to Gabe’s cellphone.

“Owen?” Gabe said.

Owen’s warm, blue eyes rose to meet Gabe’s gaze. “Huh?”

“I think you should give my phone back now.”

He looked down at the screen and started scrolling through Gabe’s apps. “Why?”

“Because I have a lot of blackmail material on you and I’m not afraid to use it.”

Owen found the game he wanted to play and started flinging birds at pigs. “Not half as much blackmail material as I have on you,” he said calmly. “And you care what your mama thinks of you.”

“You don’t want me to call in a favor from Cuff, do you?” Gabe didn’t have to explain what he meant. Owen knew if Gabe called Kelly Cuff in the privacy of the bus, it meant he wanted to use Kelly’s special talents.

Kelly sat up straighter on the sofa, a devilish glint in his dark eyes. “Do you want me to tie him up or tie him down?”

Owen glanced at Kelly as if Gabe’s threat was reward rather than punishment. While he was distracted, Gabe snatched his phone out of his hand.

“I think I’ll take this to the bathroom so you guys don’t bother me,” Gabe said.

“What?” Adam called after him. “Are you going to jerk off for her with video rolling?”

Gabe sighed heavily and rather than correct Adam’s lewdness, he said, “Yep. Twice. So do not disturb.”

Chapter 12

“Are you driving?” Nikki asked Melanie as they waited for the valet to retrieve Nikki’s Bug.

“It’s your car.”

“I’m not sure if I can sit still for that long. I’m a bit tender down there.” Nikki’s eyes rolled southward. “Shade fucks like an animal.”

“And you think Force doesn’t? Why do you think they call him Force?” Melanie would never tell her the secret behind Gabe’s nickname. She liked that there were things between them that were not widely known. She was sure half the planet knew more about his life than she did so what she alone knew, she’d keep to herself. Something to treasure. She couldn’t wait to get to know him better. To learn all the nuances of his personality and history that weren’t part of the public record.

They’d exchanged numbers and said their goodbyes in the hotel suite, mostly because she didn’t want to cry in front of his band mates. She’d felt stupid enough crying in front of him.

“I’ll take the wheel at the halfway mark,” Nikki promised.

“Fine.”

Before they were even out of the hotel’s drive, Nikki had her shoes off, her seat reclined, and her feet up on the dash.

“That was fun, but I don’t think I could handle more than one night with that man. I’m exhausted,” Nikki said.

“I figured you’d be sobbing by now,” Melanie said. She almost laughed at the irony. She was the one who was almost in tears, not Nikki. And Nikki didn’t even recognize that Melanie was upset.

Nikki rubbed her crotch through her jeans. “I’m tender, but I’m not that sore.”

“I mean like you used to in college. You’d call me to come pick you up, cry on my shoulder, and then we’d eat ice cream. Remember that?”

“God, don’t remind me. I was such an idiot, thinking the way to a guy’s heart was through his dick.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I think I fell into that pattern just so we could do the ice cream thing together afterwards. You’ve always been so good to me, Mel. I’d start missing you while you were spending all your time studying, so I’d get drunk and sleep with some loser because I knew you’d come rescue me. Anytime I just called and asked if you wanted to hang out, you were always too busy, but if I was upset over a guy, you’d be there for me in an instant.”

Melanie stopped at a red light and looked at Nikki. She had that needy puppy look on her face and yeah, Melanie, liked it. She wanted Nikki to need her. She had never wanted Nikki to sleep with jerks just to gain her attention though.

“I had no idea, Nikki. I’m sorry I didn’t make more time for you when you weren’t in crisis.”

Nikki shrugged. “It wasn’t all bad. I had some great sex in college. And a lot of mediocre sex. Still, nothing compares to last night. And this morning.” She fanned herself. “That man knows his way around a vagina. And no wonder he likes threesomes—he’s too much for one pussy to handle.”

“Did you really ask that waitress to double-team him?”

Nikki grinned. “She was happy to join us. You missed out on some serious fun, Mel. Ever had a woman go down on you?”

Melanie flushed and her gaze automatically went to Nikki’s lap. “Uh. No.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing.”

And Melanie was pretty sure she didn’t want to know. She did want to change the subject. She’d known that Nikki was wild, but she’d had no idea she’d go to those kinds of extremes.

“So you don’t want to be in a real relationship with Shade?” Melanie asked.

Nikki laughed. “Hell no. I just wanted to fuck him. Do you know how hard it is to maintain a relationship with a musician while he’s on the road? With so many girls like me trying to get in his pants?”

Melanie turned her attention back to the road as she searched for a sign pointing the way to the interstate. “I guess I’m about to find out.”

“What’s that mean, Mel?”

Melanie shrugged. “Gabe wants to try a relationship.”

Nikki slapped her on the thigh with the back of her hand. “Shut up. Are you serious?”

“Probably not. I doubt he’ll even call me.”

She couldn’t believe she’d become such an annoying, needy pest that she’d actually shed tears at the thought of leaving. He was probably glad to be rid of her. Ten more minutes in his presence and she’d have attempted to have herself surgically attached to him.

“If he breaks your heart, you know who to call for ice cream.”

Melanie smiled. “You know, even without the broken hearts, we can just hang out. Like this. Even have some ice cream.”

“Yeah?”

Melanie nodded.

Nikki sat quietly for a long moment, as if she were trying to get her courage up. “Um, Mel?”

“What?”

“Do you need a roommate?”

Melanie stifled a wince. “Not really. Why?”

“I sorta spent my rent money on scalped concert tickets.” She grinned sheepishly. “Again.”

Melanie released a frustrated huff of air. “I suppose you don’t have anywhere to go?”

Nikki shook her head. “I could try to find some guy with low self-esteem to take me in. They’re easy enough to find and manipulate.”

“You can stay with me.” I’ll help you get your finances in order, she added silently.

Nikki launched herself across the car and hugged Melanie. Melanie swerved halfway into the left lane, earning a well-deserved blare of a horn from the truck she’d almost hit. “Hug me later!”

Nikki kissed her cheek and then slid over to her side of the car. “I do love you, Mel.”

Melanie smiled. “I know.”

“If that rock star hurts your feelings, I’ll hurt him.”

“He’s a good guy,” Melanie assured her.

After they’d traveled about twenty miles and Nikki had told her several shocking stories about her night with Shade, Melanie’s ringtone played from inside her purse. “Will you see who that is?” she asked Nikki. “I wasn’t planning to be out of town all night. Someone might be worried about me.”

Nikki fished the cellphone out of Melanie’s purse and checked the screen. “Someone named Gabriel Banner.”

Yes! Melanie almost cheered aloud.

Nikki chuckled and slapped Melanie’s thigh. “Oh no, he’s never going to call you. I can’t believe he waited a whole half hour.” She pushed a button. “Hi!” After a pause she said, “No, this is her friend, Nikki. She’s driving. Do you want me to give her a message?” Nikki laughed. “You want to do what to her tits?”

Melanie snatched the phone out of her hand. “Hi. It’s me. I’ll call you when we get home, okay?”

“Okay,” Gabe said. “And Mel?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for giving me your real number.”

“Thanks for actually calling me.”

“I missed your voice.”

She smiled. Her heart fluttered and foolish tears prickled her eyes. He might not look like one on the outside, but on the inside, Gabe was a total sweetheart. “I wish I could talk right now, but I’m a road hazard when I use the phone and drive.”

“Drive safe,” he said, “but call as soon as you can.”

“I will. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

She hung up and knew she was grinning all goofy, but she couldn’t help it. After only one night, she found herself falling hopelessly for a rock star. She was so glad she’d given him a chance, that her fear and ignorance hadn’t gotten in the way of getting to know a remarkable man. A remarkably intelligent, talented, gorgeous, and inventive geek of a man.

Gabriel Banner was perfect: tattoos, piercing, mohawk and all.

Acknowledgements

I’d like to thank Wendy Christy for being the most faithful of beta readers and Beth Hill for her fabulous editing skills. Thanks ladies for helping me make this a better story.

I also want to offer a shout out to all of my fans for the encouragement. I hope you enjoy this new set of naughty rock stars. We’re just getting started.

About the Author

Combining her love for romantic fiction and rock 'n roll, Olivia Cunning writes erotic romance centered around rock musicians. Raised on hard rock music from the cradle, she attended her first Styx concert at age six and fell instantly in love with live music. She's been known to travel over a thousand miles just to see a favorite band in concert. As a teen, she discovered her second love, romantic fiction – first, voraciously reading steamy romance novels and then penning her own. She recently sold her snow shovel and moved from Nebraska to Galveston, Texas. You’ll soon be able to find her on the beach with her feet in the surf, writing about naughty rock stars.