6. Elijah
Chapter six
Elijah
“ Y es! Yes! Fuck. Elijah, that’s it!”
The door opened, and the woman on top of me froze. “Elijah, we need to—Fuck, dude. Lock the door next time.”
I pulled her closer to me to cover her breasts from my bandmate's view, but continued to thrust up into her. “Fuck off, Beck.” Thrust . “I’ll be right there.” She let out a strained moan like she was trying to hold it in.
Beck turned to leave, but before shutting the door, he scolded me once more. “Just lock the fucking door next time. And put a god damn towel down too. We all sit there. We are on in ten. You need to be on time, so hurry up.”
I waved him off before taking her nipple back into my mouth and sucking hard. I pulled her head down to mine to whisper in her ear. “You have two minutes to cum, or this will have to wait until after.”
I gripped her hips as she began to ride me harder and faster. Three minutes later, we both found our release.
Her hot, sweaty torso fell over mine, both of us panting for air. She flung her hair to one side to kiss me.
“So are we going to continue this after the set? Maybe round two?”
I nicely pushed her off me, discarded the condom, and pulled my pants up before looking back at her.
“We just finished, babe. No need to meet up again.” She looked at me with a stern expression. “What? We had fun, right? No need to ruin the fun with anything more. Plus, I have plans after the show.”
“You said we could finish later if I didn’t cum.”
I gave her an incredulous look. “Did you not just cum all over me? What else do you want?”
She stood up, righting her clothes and putting her hair into a loose ponytail. “Nothing, I guess. Have a good show.”
I don’t know what else she had expected.
I didn’t even know her name. She was just with one of the girls who was always around.
I got some weird news that I didn’t want to deal with before the sound check, and I needed to let off some stress.
I pulled her into the room, and other than her asking if I had a condom and me making sure I had her consent, we didn’t say much to each other.
She began to storm out of the tour bus, so I reached for her wrist and she stopped. “It was fun, I just don’t do seconds. I don’t need to go falling in love with anyone. I don’t have time for that right now.”
I knew my charm would make it a little better, or at least I hoped it would. She nodded with a slight smile, so I knew I made her feel at least a little better. I kissed her forehead.
“Bye, beautiful.”
Even though I couldn’t get my mind off the text I had gotten before the soundcheck, the show was probably the best one we've ever had. We were so in sync. I even played the guitar during one of the songs tonight, which doesn’t happen often.
The song Lincoln’s girlfriend, Aubrey, wrote for us, hit the number one spot on the charts a few weeks ago, and now it seems to be the song we are known for most, which is fucking crazy.
My body was thrumming with adrenaline when the last song ended, and everyone was cheering for us to play another song.
We don’t usually do encores, but I just felt like we needed to.
After doing an encore of our song, “You’re never gonna break me,” we all went to the greenroom before we had to meet the VIP guests for pictures and autographs.
Our ritual has always been to have a few shots of whisky before meeting the groupies.
Beck came over to me the moment I finished pouring myself a double.
“You sure you wanna do that? You seem like you are already feeling pretty good today. I thought you didn’t drink during shows. Wasn’t that your rule?”
“He can’t even follow his own rules anymore. That fucker is an addict already,” Hunter chimed in.
“Oh fuck you both. Give me a damn break. It was one time.”
All the guys laughed, and Connor added, “Whatever you say, dude. Just don’t let it start affecting your singing.”
I held my shot up to the guys for a toast, clearing my throat in the most obnoxious way, I said, “I vow not to let the drinking affect my singing. Now let’s get shitfaced!”
They all cheered.
I definitely shouldn’t have taken that shot or the other two after it, because about halfway through the VIP hour, I had to take a piss and I wasn’t exactly able to keep my balance. Drinking before and after a show really was a bad idea.
I excused myself and stumbled my way to the urinal. I put my head on the cold tiled wall in front of me for a few seconds, trying to cool down. I haven't been this drunk in a long while. I hadn’t told anyone the reason why I drank before the show tonight, but no one asked either.
I wanted to talk about it, but I didn’t want to burden anyone with my stupid shit.
I checked my phone and considered calling Link since I knew he would be the one to ask how I was doing, and then I could unload what I was feeling.
However, I saw that it was after midnight, so the call would have to wait.
If I called anytime after eleven and woke Aubrey up, she would kill me.
My best friend, who used to spend all hours of the night out with me making trouble, is now a domesticated old man.
After returning to the VIP room, I took a few more pictures with some of the attendees and then went back out to the tour bus.
I brashly downed another beer and pulled out my phone, rereading the text that I received from the unknown number earlier.
Looking at it again, I still couldn’t place what I was feeling.
It was a mix of fear and disdain wrapped into one.
The one thing I did know was that I still had zero intention of answering.
Unknown
Your Dad is sick. He wants to see you.