Chapter 5
Free of the boys in my band, I decided to try to have fun.
I actually would have loved a drink that night, but I doubted I could get away with it at the bar.
Even though I’d begun wearing lots of dark makeup at our shows, anyone who knew I was the band’s drummer knew I was underage and would likely avoid serving me.
But I knew I could get a big drink of water.
As I walked in the slightly brighter lounge area, I was surprised at how many people were in here rather than on the dance floor—especially if they’d been waiting for the DJ—but, as I made my way toward the bar, I realized that lots of these people were mingling and talking, something that couldn’t be done as easily while dancing.
The people gyrating and moving to the music made it look like a lot of fun, but I suspected I’d never hear the end of it from my bandmates if I did.
I suspected I wasn’t a good dancer anyway.
When I finally got to the bar, I noticed my friends hanging out near the other side, chatting with a group of women who didn’t look to be much older than we were—but at least the guys weren’t looking my way.
One of the bartenders asked me what I wanted and I asked for a glass of water. “Is that it?”
“Yeah.”
It wasn’t until she gave me the glass that I realized I might have been able to get away with asking for alcohol. Being back here, she probably didn’t even know I’d been with the band.
As I turned around, I glanced over at my bandmates again, debating if I could get away with getting on the dance floor and having fun.
Now that I’d grown used to performing onstage, even at the back, I felt a little less self-conscious.
It didn’t hurt that there was a sea of faceless people in the crowd and none of them knew me.
Had I been one of the guys in the band, it might have been a little harder to be anonymous, but I’d been the girl at the back behind the drums.
“You here by yourself?”
I pivoted toward the voice just behind me, away from the guys in my band.
The speaker was masculine, but I had no idea how hot he was until I turned to face him.
Holy shit. Even though he looked like he could have been one of those corporate downtown assholes I’d waited on in my serving job a few months ago, I didn’t believe I’d ever seen him before: eyes so blue they were like sapphires in the dim light of the lounge, a rugged jaw with just a bit of stubble, short dark blond hair slicked back.
“Not exactly.” His eyes told me he was interested—but the idea that I was here with a guy had crossed his mind, thanks to my stupid answer. So I rushed to correct it. “I’m here with friends.”
The smile returned and it felt like he moved closer—even though he stayed put. “Did they abandon you?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“Want some company?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” What? Where the hell had I learned to say shit like that? Probably from the stupid movies the guys in the band watched.
But this guy here didn’t seem to notice. “My name’s Grey.”
“Dani.” Either he didn’t recognize me from the band or he hadn’t seen the show. Regardless, I much preferred being just a girl at the moment. I took his hand and shook it—but he didn’t let go right away. Instead, he began sliding his palm along mine.
“Your hand’s cold.”
It was because we’d been loading band equipment and I hadn’t put gloves on to do it. “You’re warming it up.”
“I can warm up a lot of things.”
I scanned his face—because I was still so inexperienced that I wasn’t sure if this was an offer for sex.
And, if it was, I wanted it. I’d only ever had sex once, with uncaring Zack, and I needed to erase that memory.
I needed to have good, mind-blowing sex so I could forget about that guy once and for all.
At a loss for clever movie-line words, I simply asked, “Like what?”
“You name it.” He still hadn’t let go of my hand. This time, he did lean closer, bringing his lips near my cheek. “I can do more than warm you up. I can make you hot.”
Oh…he already had. Arching an eyebrow, I smiled, hoping he’d take the bait and keep talking. I was afraid my dumb dialogue would give my innocence away.
“Should we find someplace more private?” I gave him a simple nod. “You done with your drink?”
I downed the water quickly before he took the glass from me, setting it on the bar. I wasn’t sure if his wide eyes meant that he thought I’d just pounded a glass of vodka or if he was as eager for what was coming as I was.
I could remember one time my mom saying something about girls being too easy—and I knew that was me at just this moment—but this guy was just as easy. Why was it bad for a girl to be easy but no one gave a shit if a guy was?
Well, at least he didn’t seem to care. Grey? Was that what he’d said his name was?
Soon, he led me around the corner into a tiny hallway where the bathrooms were located. Then he brought his mouth to my ear. “Have you had any Molly tonight?”
I’d heard the guys talk about Molly once or twice, but I hadn’t asked or even bothered to look it up after finding out what a Hummer was. This time, though, I knew it was a drug—and I was ready to try anything. “No.”
With a wink, he said, “I’ve got your back,” and then covered my mouth with his. At first, I froze—because his kiss reminded me of how, out of the few times I’d kissed Zack, his saliva had been laced with alcohol.
But then this guy’s kissing technique almost made me feel violated—it was deep, intense, and filling. As I sucked a breath through my nose, my pussy tightened, telling me that I actually wanted this.
Exactly this.
Not Zack. Not anything that would remind me of him.
When he pulled back, he said, “Come with me.” Taking my hand in his, he led me down the hall to the door with the sign labeled Men.
I’d been to a couple of places in Denver already where the bathrooms were for either gender, but there were a lot like this one.
This room wasn’t much brighter than the rest of the venue, but Grey seemed to know his way around.
We walked past a bank of urinals to several doors, and he opened the last one that led to the accessible stall.
I almost objected but felt a little out of my element and simply followed him inside.
Once he locked the door, he pushed me against it, kissing me hard again. This time my pussy grew wet, wanting to feel way more than his rough tongue. His lips brushed my ear and neck before he let go of me. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed a tiny hard tablet against my tongue.
Nervous, I decided to be honest. “I’ve never taken Molly before. What does it do?”
“There’s a reason why they call it Ecstasy. Prepare to feel like the best you ever have times ten.”
With that sort of endorsement, how could I say no?
I swallowed the pill as he turned me so my back was up against the brick wall to the side.
I still wore my black jacket over the rest of my rocker outfit, but he had no trouble working around any of it.
Before I could think straight, his hands were under my skirt, grabbing my ass, heating me up all the more.
While I fell under his spell as if his kiss were the drug, I thought about it, even if on a superficial level. I knew what ecstasy was. When he started sucking on my ear lobe, I managed to force more words out. “Why aren’t you taking any?”
His hot breath against my neck as he chuckled sent a chill up my spine. “I’m piggybacking.”
“What?”
Facing me, he pressed his forehead into mine. “I lost count of how many I took earlier, and I’m feeling more than fine.”
Oh.
My naiveté was going to give me away, so this time I pushed my lips into his and ran my hands up underneath his shirt. He didn’t feel like Zack, not at all, but I assured myself it was okay. I didn’t want to pretend I was fucking Zack. I wanted someone else completely different.
We kissed a little longer and the dance music permeating the entire building felt like it had become part of my soul. The outer door opened and closed more times than I could count and I could occasionally make out voices, but Grey’s tongue was helping me lose myself in the moment.
Until his finger snaked under my panties.
He still cupped my ass but I grew even wetter with his hands closer to the prize. Without any other thought, I slid my hands from his back to between our bodies as he sucked on my bottom lip, and I unbuckled his belt.
Holy shit. What had gotten into me?
I blamed the effects of the drug. That had to be it.
As if touching the front of his jeans were a signal, he slid several fingers down my crack and wiggled them against my pussy. I gasped, but he didn’t know it as his mouth was on my neck again. Now desperate, I unzipped his jeans and felt for his cock.
Stop thinking about Zack.
Just like me, his dick was oozing fluid—and that was because of me. Suddenly, I felt empowered, feminine…and hungry. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, because my underside was throbbing with what felt like an ancient ache.
Without warning, he bent down to pull my panties off. Then he stood and lifted one of my legs at the knees. Pushing me back against the wall again, he kissed me with force as he touched me between the legs with his other hand. There was no stopping the groan that flew from my mouth into his.
What the fuck was he doing?
Oh, God. It felt amazing as he moved his finger against me. I technically knew that he’d found my clit and I nearly froze as he worked his magic.
But then he stopped and pulled his cock out of his jeans where I’d left it. Although I was feeling inhibited, I had a little presence of mind before he shoved himself inside me. “Do you have a condom?”
“Oh…yeah.”
As he pulled one out of his pocket and ripped the packet open before rolling it on his dick, I had to remind myself again: stop thinking about Zack.
Soon, Grey was inside me, holding one of my legs up again under the knee, and he wouldn’t stop talking. “Oh, shit, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”
I said something, but I didn’t know what—because that magic he’d performed earlier had stopped. What he was doing right now didn’t hurt necessarily, but he was right. It was a tight fit, reminding me that this was only the second time I’d ever had sex.
“Jesus, babe. You are so fucking hot.”
I tried closing my eyes, trying to get lost in the act but all I could do was remind myself to stop thinking about Zack.
Obviously, it didn’t work.
I knew the instant he hit his climax, because he started grunting to the beat of the music, drilling himself into me with the same rhythm until he came to a complete stop.
“Holy fuck…Dani. You are amazing.”
He kissed me once more as if he really meant it.
But I knew he didn’t…because I didn’t either.
It wasn’t long before we were back in the lounge and I realized I wasn’t wearing my panties.
It was then that the drug actually hit me.
I’d thought I was already high, but how stupid I’d been.
Now I felt more relaxed than I’d ever felt in my life then and, just a few minutes later, I was so glad I was in a room with all these wonderful people.
They’d all come to see our music and appreciate everything the earth had to offer.
Feeling aroused again, I looked around for Grey, hoping I could talk him into fucking me in the bathroom one more time.
But he was nowhere to be seen.
Feeling like a permanent smile was plastered on my face, I started walking around, looking for him. As I approached the dance floor with all the lights and what looked like an ocean of bodies, I knew I could sense him there.
And I was going to find him.
“Here she is,” I heard a voice behind me…a voice I should know. Maybe it was Grey.
But I turned around to find Braden.
“Hey.”
“We’re leaving.”
“Leaving? We just got here.”
Cy and Zack appeared on both sides of Braden. Zack said, “C’mon.”
“I want to stay.”
“And how will you get home?”
Cy said, “I think she’s fucked up.”
“I am not fucked up.”
“Yes, you are,” Zack said. “What did you take?”
“Nothing.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not leaving you here. Come on.” He placed a hand on my arm to lead me and part of me wanted to pull against him…but something deep inside appreciated that he cared, that he wanted to protect me.
It wasn’t long before we were in the van. I sat in the back next to Cy with Braden and Zack in the front. “I love you guys.” I didn’t even ask myself where that had come from, because the peace and harmony I felt reminded me that these guys were my family.
I was still aroused, though, and wished I could have found Grey. As I rested my head against the back of the seat and closed my eyes, I listened to the guys talking. Cy said, “Probably Ecstasy. It’s club candy.”
“Will she be okay?”
Oh, Zack. So sweet.
“Yeah, she should. She’ll sleep it off.”
Braden said, “I can look it up.”
While their voices seemed to drift away and my brain focused on the beat of the music coming from Zack’s speakers, my pussy reminded me how desperate it was—and I imagined giving myself to all three men in the band.
While it was a pleasant thought at the time, my face reddened the next morning as I thought about it, relieved I’d never said it out loud.
But the beast inside was awakened and I wouldn’t be able to hold her back much longer.