Chapter 4 Derrick
DERRICK
What a tour!
I love my life. Getting to criss-cross my way around Europe, sampling all the delights on offer, like Simon in France, Bjorn in the Netherlands, Walden in Germany, Nico in Italy, and well, you get the picture.
I let my ho flag fly and all the while I watched Chance be with women.
If that’s what he wants, then so be it. It’s been a drama-filled couple of months.
Sienna hooked up with Sebastien Sanchez, the brother of our friend Yvette, who is an amazing designer based in Paris.
That man is stunning, and his accent is to die for, plus he’s a chef, like hello, hit the jackpot there.
Evan was not happy at all about Sienna’s little hook up with Seb, he was so jealous.
It didn’t matter that he’s spent the tour with groupies, but I’m glad my girl stuck up for herself because that made Evan finally realize he was totally in love with my bestie and took the leap and made it official.
The paparazzi in Rome caught them on a cute date in the middle of the night and blew up their secret relationship to the world, and Evan decided that he was ready to take the next step with Sienna.
Finally! I couldn’t be happier for my bestie.
She deserves happiness, and Evan has come a long way and worked through some past relationship baggage to get to this point with her.
Plus, the fact that she is dating her celebrity hall pass is karma at its finest.
Things between Vanessa and Christian have been weird.
I know those two are secretly hooking up, even if they deny it.
They are best friends, you can see the love there between them, but they are both too stubborn to do anything about it.
Not sure what is going to happen now that the boys have asked Vanessa to be the head of PR for their record label.
And then there is my darling little fairy, Isla. Watching her heartbreak every time she sees Finn with a groupie makes me want to rage out. The girl is gorgeous, she deserves someone who appreciates her, and as much as I have tried to get her to move on, Finn reels her back in.
Bloody rock stars!
That’s okay, I’m having way too much fun with this hunk of British meat, Jacob.
He plays rugby, and I can’t wait to have those thick thighs wrapped around me.
I tell the girls, who are way too drunk, that I’m leaving with my British hunk.
I say my goodbyes and make my way through the club toward the exit.
“Derrick.” Someone calls out my name, and when I turn around, it’s Chance.
“Is that Chance, from Sons of Brooklyn?” Jacob asks.
“Yes. He’s a friend, do you mind giving me a moment?” I tell him. He nods and seems starstruck as he looks over Chance hungrily. If only he knew. I stop and wait for Chance to catch up.
“Hey,” he says, his cheeks are pink, and his eyes are a little glassy. The boy is drunk.
“What do you want? I’m kind of busy.” I don’t mean to snap at him, but I’m horny. My tone makes Chance stop, and his blue-green eyes narrow on me.
“Are you going home with that guy?” he asks as he looks over my shoulder at Jacob.
“Yes.”
Chance glares at me. “I don’t want you to.”
The audacity of this guy. “I thought the brunette you have been sucking face with all night was keeping you too busy to worry about what I was doing.”
“Derrick.”
I shake my head. “Now that the tour is over, it’s acceptable to flirt with me?”
“You know the rules. I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Chance says.
“The rules didn’t stop Evan from claiming Sienna,” I tell him.
Chance is taken aback by that. “Because it was his tour, we’re just the opening act. The rules are different for us.”
“Or it was a convenient excuse,” I say, crossing my arms and arching my brow.
“Derrick …”
“No. I have a hot guy waiting for me, and he isn’t hiding the fact that he wants to fuck me.”
“I want to fuck you, again,” Chance says, which stills me.
Oh.
“It’s been killing me these past couple of months watching you take man after man home, wishing it was me.”
“Like your bed wasn’t kept warm all tour,” I snap back.
“You’re right, but they weren’t you …” he declares.
I bite my bottom lip. Shit. I could go home with the hot rugby player or Chance. “You’re not playing fair,” I tell him.
“I know.” He moves closer to me.
“Chance, I want to fuck Jacob. I’ve had the best time with him tonight,” I tell him honestly. “But I also want to fuck you,” I add.
Chance seems surprised by my admission. “How many times a night can you come?” he asks, licking his lips.
“Many.”
“Have fun with Jacob, then come to my room after.”
My brows raise high. “What?”
“Do what you need to with Jacob, but I want you in my bed tonight, whatever time that is,” Chance states. I’m confused.
“And what will you be doing while I’m with Jacob?”
“I’ll be in my room trying not to get hard over what you and Jacob might be doing,” Chance whispers into my ear. He then pats me on the shoulder and walks away. I’m confused.
“Everything okay?” Jacob asks.
I shake my head. “Yeah, it is. I have to work later tonight.” I feel like an ass lying. “Um, so I might have to make you come quickly.”
“It won’t take long, if you keep looking at me like that.” Jacob grins as he leans in and kisses me.
This is a new one for me. As I was technically on a time crunch, Jacob suggested this gay club down the road that was very lenient on extracurricular activities in their bathrooms. Thankfully, the bathrooms were spectacularly clean, not like normal nightclub toilets.
He confessed that he’s used it numerous times and knows the owners, and he wasn’t wrong.
The sounds of other men getting off was hot.
Then the way Jacob fucked me, the way he took control, those thick thighs, even thicker lips, strong hands, he was ten out of ten, and I wished I had more time.
It’s not the first time I’ve had two dick appointments in a night, but I am curious about what Chance wants.
And that’s why I am now knocking on his hotel room door, my heart thundering in my chest, and I’m nervous suddenly.
What happens if he doesn’t open the door?
What if he isn’t alone? This is stupid. What the hell was I thinking?
I turn to go when the click of the door opening pulls my attention back.
“Derrick?” Chance answers. He’s dressed in thin pajama pants, no shirt. Damn, he looks good, and his hair is all messy. “You came.”
“Not yet,” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth without thinking.
Chance smirks. He leans out and checks the hallway to make sure it’s clear, and the next thing I know, he is grabbing me and pulling me into his room.
He slams the door behind me and pushes me up against it, those soft lips tangling with mine.
“I’ve been sitting here thinking about what you and Jacob were doing all night, it was driving me crazy.” I can feel the tenting in his pants.
“Does it turn you on knowing that while you were here waiting for me, Jacob fucked me?” Those blue-green eyes flare with heat as he grabs my hand and shoves it down his pants where I’m greeted by his hard length.
My hand wraps around it as a strangled moan falls from Chance’s lips.
“Looks like someone was hard waiting for me.”
“Yes.” He moans as my hand continues to slide up and down his thick length. “Tell me.”
This surprises me. “You want all the gory details?” Chance bites his bottom lip as my hand slips over the sensitive tip of his dick, my thumb teasing the slit as his eyes roll backward.
“That he took me to a gay bar and had his way with me in the bathrooms while other men got off too. The sounds of the moaning and groaning spurring us on.”
“Fuck,” Chance groans.
“How Jacob got on his knees and took my cock out and sucked me dry.”
“Fuck,” He curses again.
“Get on your knees, Chance, and show me if I made the right decision coming here tonight.”
Chance’s knees hit the floor before I have even finished the sentence, and he slides my jeans down my thighs and pulls me from my underwear. His hot, wet mouth is ready for me as soon as I am free, and he takes me all the way to his throat.
“Fuck,” I curse, hitting my fists against the wall.
His mouth is fucking heaven. I run my fingers through his hair as those sea glass-colored eyes look up at me.
Fuck he is beautiful on his knees. “Get up,” I say, yanking him by his hair.
“Take me to the bedroom.” Chance nods, the tenting in his pants assures me he’s one hundred percent on board.
“I need you naked, Derrick,” Chance states as he drops his own pants, exposing himself to me.
He doesn’t need to tell me twice as I hastily get undressed, while Chance grabs some condoms and lube from the bedside drawer and places it on top.
Then he calls me over to him with his finger.
My knee hits the edge of the bed as I slowly crawl over to him.
Chance reaches up and pulls me to him as he slowly kisses me.
I try to hold myself off him, but I haven’t done any planks to maintain my core, and I fall to the side as we continue to kiss.
My hands run up and down his ribcage as our tongues continue to tangle with each other.
“Tell me what else happened tonight,” Chance asks.
“Does that turn you on?” I ask him as my fingers run down his spine.
“Yes. I wish I could have been the one to fuck you in that bathroom, but I can’t,” he confesses.
“Would it be that terrible coming out?” I ask him.
Chance looks away for a moment, lost in his mind. “My family would disown me.”
I cup his face, hating that I’ve changed the mood. “I understand, mine have disowned me.”
“That sucks.”
I shake my head. “I made my own family, and you would, too,” I reassure him.
“What about your siblings?” he asks.
“I’m an only child.”
He nods. “I’m the oldest, but there’s a large gap between me and the twins, almost fifteen years, they were a surprise.
They are only kids, and I know my parents would keep me away from them, and that would kill me.
They hate what I do, but they sure as hell love the money it provides them.
” His body stiffens with anger as he says those last words.
I understand why he can’t be out, but it still feels like he is doing himself a disservice by keeping himself closeted.
This isn’t your journey, Derrick. “My parents are Amish,” Chance explains.
Oh. Wasn’t expecting that. “But you’re not?”
He shakes his head. “I did Rumspringa when I turned sixteen. I was sent to live with my aunt in Brooklyn, we lived in Pennsylvania. My parents weren’t born Amish, they joined after having me.
They allowed me to do the last two years of school at a traditional school, and that’s where I met the rest of the band. ”
“Wow, was that hard to assimilate into traditional society?” I ask him.
“Yes and no. My aunt would take me during the school holidays a couple of times a year. She was insistent on it, and luckily, my parents let her, otherwise, I would have been completely brainwashed, not that my family or the Amish are bad people, just, you know …” he says with a shrug.
I do. My parents were ultra conservative, not Amish, but they were very sheltering when it came to me.
“When it was time for me to graduate, they didn’t come because they didn’t agree with it.
There are a lot of rules. I chose to stay in Brooklyn with my aunt and the boys, and we all went to NYU to study music.
We spent our nights jamming away all over the city, trying to make it big, hoping someone would find us.
And they did, once we graduated, our social media blew up, which put us in front of the right people, and the rest is history. ”
“Wow. That sounds amazing.”
“What sounds even more amazing is if I fuck you.” Chance smirks as he launches himself at me, making me laugh as his lips capture mine again.