Chapter Nineteen
RYAN
We’re back on the jet, traveling to Florida, and I’m watching Matt flirt with Ava yet again, and I can’t help but smile.
Honestly, I can’t keep up.
First, Matt flirts with her, then Nate dances with her, and now Matt flirts with her again.
I have no idea who’s going to win this little battle.
I’m just glad I don’t have to fight with anyone to get my girl—she’s right here next to me.
Turning to Tillie, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her to me.
She leans in, and I run my finger along her chin, forcing her face up.
I can’t help but lean down and press my lips to hers.
Immediately, my cock tingles as the blood rushes, and it grows hard just from kissing her.
She has that effect on me every single time. Something I will never tire of.
Tillie seems to notice as her hand runs down my torso. My cock is throbbing, and I need a bit of relief, so I grab her hand, forcing it down onto my cock. She pulls away from the kiss with a gasp, removing her hand in a fit of giggles as she looks around frantically to see if anyone has noticed.
“Ryan!” she chides as her cheeks flush a bright crimson.
I laugh even though my cock is aching so badly against the seam of my jeans.
“Don’t act shy now. You were anything but when I was fucking you against the window, or how about when my cock was deep in your throat, where anyone could see, given a chance,” I say quietly, and Tillie’s eyes widen like she can’t believe I would call her out on something so private.
Glancing around, I see Matt and Ava disappear down the back of the plane. What I want to do can’t be done here, and no one else seems to be paying any attention. So I stand, grabbing Tillie’s hand, which forces her to stand with me. She laughs as I drag her with me down the aisle of the jet.
“Ryan, what are you doing?”
I turn to face her as we get to the back of the jet, where the biggest bathroom is located, and waggle my eyebrows. “Mile high?” I smirk, and she gasps.
I open the door to a muffled moan, and we look in to see Ava on the sink with Matt pounding into her. They both stop and look at us.
Tillie laughs nervously as I quickly close the door.
“Fucker stole my idea,” I say.
Tillie bursts out laughing. “Guess you’ll have to wait till we get to the hotel. I’m sorry I am so irresistible.”
A deep, throaty growl echoes from my chest as I frown. “You have no idea, baby.”
She grabs my hand as muffled moans echo from inside the bathroom, and we both laugh as we turn and walk back down the aisle toward our seats.
The rest of the flight, I try to concentrate on anything but Tillie, willing my cock to go down. But not much works as she snuggles into me.
When the plane lands, I grab her hand, eager to get off this jet and to the hotel. She seems to have the same thoughts, following my quick pace without question.
The fans are all here, screaming and yelling as we walk through the airport. Thankfully, it does the trick, and I’m able to slow my steps, enjoy the crowd, and be thankful for their support.
I love this.
I live for this.
Feeling their appreciation makes it all worthwhile.
Seeing the love they have on their faces as we walk through the airport—the adoration in their eyes—well fuck, there’s nothing like it.
I wave to the crowd as Tillie walks next to me, giggling.
Danger cheers, and Matt and Nate high-five everyone as they rush past them all.
It’s fun, and even though we’re causing a scene, I don’t care.
This is part of the reason we do this. The fans are why we make music.
If they didn’t love what we do, there would be no reason to put it out there.
It’s incredible to know they appreciate our sound as much as we love making music for them.
“This is crazy,” Tillie calls into my ear. I nod as I wave to my fans. “Oh, there’s that girl again,” Tillie says, pointing to a girl who has a camera with a long lens that is pointed directly at us. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.
She doesn’t look old enough to be paparazzi, but hey, everyone can have a hobby, and maybe hers is photography.
But as she pulls the camera from her face, she looks right at me and smiles wide, giving me a small curt wave.
I recognize her. I’m not entirely sure who she is, but I’ve definitely seen her many times before.
Her purple and aqua hair is not something you forget easily.
“Oh, I know her,” I say to Tillie. She raises an eyebrow in question. “She was around when we played with Staked and 12GAUGE-Slayed all that time ago.”
Tillie smiles as I glance over to see Declan just behind me. “Oh, that’s nice. She must really be a fan if she knows you guys from back then,” Tillie replies.
“Hey, Declan,” I call out. He looks at me and steps up. “Can you flank me? I’m gonna do something a little crazy.”
“Oh God!” Tillie groans as Declan exhales, stepping up to my side.
I move over toward the purple-haired girl, and Declan shifts people out of our way as girls scream and rush around us.
The girl smiles widely, puts her camera down, and watches in awe as I approach her.
Her eyes open so broadly as she watches me advance toward her.
She doesn’t scream or go batshit crazy like most girls would.
Instead, she’s calm and a little shy as I give her a panty-dropping grin.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
“Ah, um… Cadence,” she says shyly with a shaky voice.
“Well, Cadence, that’s a beautiful name and very musical too. I like it. Would you like to have a photo with me?”
Her eyes open wider, and she looks like she’s about to faint as she nods frantically and adamantly. “Oh, um… yes, please. If it’s not too much trouble?”
“Of course not. Declan, do you mind?”
“Nope, not at all. Can you set it up for me, Cadence? Then I’ll just press the button.”
She nods, setting up the camera, and then moves to my side. I place my arm around Cadence, pulling her to me. She’s completely stiff beside me, and I lean into her, which makes her stiffen even more.
Poor thing.
“Okay… smile,” Declan says, and he presses the button a few times, trying for the perfect shot. Then I hand him my cell so he can take a picture for me, too.
He finishes taking the images with my cell, and I turn to Cadence and give her a giant hug. “Thank you for being with us from the start. We really appreciate it,” I say, and she gasps.
“Y-you r-remember m-me?” she stutters.
I pull back and smile. “Yeah, I do. And I mean it, thank you.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “Thank y-you, Ryan. Y-you’ve made m-my year. C-can you s-sign my book?” she hesitates to ask.
“Of course,” I reply as she hands me a book with all our pictures on it, with love hearts all around us and a giant love heart around my face. I grin as she hands me a Sharpie, and I sign right next to it, making sure to add two Xs for effect.
“We should get going. The others are waiting,” Declan informs, and I nod.
“Okay, gotta go. But thank you for your support, and I’ll see you again soon.”
“You betchya.”
I pull her in for another hug as girls around her scream while she returns the hug a little too tightly. Declan taps my shoulder, and I let Cadence go, giving her a final smile, then walk briskly back to the group.
Tillie is smiling so wide that I raise an eyebrow at her.
“What?” I ask, and she links her arm with mine as we continue to walk through the airport.
“Oh, nothing. I just think it’s sweet that you care about your fans like that. Even if that girl is uber creepy, she’s obviously a massive fan, so it’s great you’re making an effort with her.”
“She’s not that creepy…” I pause. “Okay, maybe the scrapbook with love hearts around our faces was a little creepy, but it’s all in good fun.”
She shakes her head, giggling. I love her giggle, it makes my cock throb. Man, I wish that bathroom wasn’t occupied on the jet.
Fucking Matt!
“So we’re heading right from here to the local radio station to do a group interview. I don’t want any stupid answers from you lot when we get there. Got it?” Oliver demands as we reach the Hummer.
I can’t help but laugh as Danger ignores him, and Nate and Matt grin mischievously.
“I can’t promise anything,” Matt says.
“I don’t do anything stupid, ever,” Nate quips, making Tillie and me burst out laughing.
“Hey!” Nate chides as we all slide into the back of the Hummer.
The drive to the radio station isn’t far, and on the way, we generally talk about the upcoming schedule, which is really dull.
I’m actually feeling a little tired, and I wish we could go straight to the hotel.
I’d rather be in bed next to my girl, but we have things to do, promotions to uphold—the life of a rock star and all.
So I suck it up and step out of the Hummer to join the rest of the crew at the radio station for our group interview.
The station manager leads us down the hall toward the studio where the interview will take place.
“So the interview is going to be live on air, with callers calling in after Gregson has asked a couple of questions. So please, guys, be on your best behavior. Keep the language to a minimum. We don’t need the head of the network on our backs.
Okay?” the station manager relays, leading us down the darkened hallway.
I nod as Nate and Matt grin like always, and Danger is zoned out, too busy playing with Lunar’s ass to listen to what’s being said.
We step into a giant room that’s surrounded by big glass windows.
Inside is a massive desk with soundboards and microphones.
At the desk, a man wearing headphones is talking into a microphone, and above the door, a red light is on.
The station manager hits a button, and a voice comes over some speakers.
We can suddenly hear what the guy—who I’m assuming is Gregson—is saying.