Chapter 6

Zeke

We have been rehearsing non-stop for the last three days. Tonight is the night though. That usual excitement—the buzz I get before going on stage—is running through my body.

I’ve only been home for a couple of hours to grab something to eat, get showered, and get ready.

This is our official last show for the next month. After this show, we get some much-deserved time off to just kick back and chill.

We hit it big time over five years ago and have worked non-stop ever since. I’m not complaining, I love my job. Although I’m not sure I can call it a job. It’s something I love to do, regardless.

I wasn’t cut out to sit behind some desk and punch some boring-as-shit numbers in one of those spreadsheet thingies.

If Oblivion never took off, I would still be happy trying to make ends meet by playing in bars across the country. Music is my blood, it’s the air I breathe.

My cell buzzes in the other room. I head in there to retrieve it.

Unknown

Hey baby, can’t wait to see you again tonight. Come and find me after the show, I’ll give you a welcome home gift to help you to relax. I won’t be wearing panties 😉 😘

Zeke

Holy shit. Yeah girl, I’ll be finding you later…

…if I can remember who you are. I put my cell in my pocket, grab my keys and wallet, and head back to the bar.

“Let’s get this party started.”

I arrive before any of the others and make sure all the equipment is set up—the lights, amps, mics, and everything else we need.

Jay strolls in just as I finish and takes over, making sure his guitar is tuned. My Gibson is also tuned and in a perfect position.

Tania eyeballs me the whole time. Finally, she comes over, drumming up an excuse to touch me. I know I can always count on her to let me get my dick wet.

“Fancy me helping you get ready for tonight?” she asks, pushing her nothing-left-to-the-imagination cleavage into me.

“Oh, yeah. How are you going to do that?”

She takes my hand and leads me down the hall to the last room, closing the door behind us. Dropping to her knees, she reaches to take my dick and frees it from the tight confines.

She looks up and licks her lips, then she slowly wraps them around the head.

My fingers tangle in her hair as I hold her in place, thrusting my hips in and out of her warm mouth. My dick throbs, and I pull her off.

Forcing her to bend over the desk, I slide her pants down and tear the tiny bit of fabric posing as underwear away from her skin.

I take my dick in my right hand, stroke it a couple of times before sliding a condom in place, and rub the tip against her entrance.

“God, Zeke, please, fuck me,” she whines.

“Your wish is my command.”

I sink my length into her, commanding her pussy to take me all and let me in.

She’s not exactly tight, but she’s tight enough to give me the friction I need. I take her hard and fast, our skin slapping together.

I plant my hands firmly on her hips, squeezing them as I bury myself deeper.

I hear the door open, but I don’t acknowledge who’s there. All I see is the blonde hair and soft skin of the girl from the other night. My dick goes to town on the one who I can’t get out of my head.

Closing my eyes, I see her perfectly. I see those fuck-me eyes begging me to take her harder and those lips wanting to be kissed; I see the flawless body that I must explore.

My eyes snap open as I roar from an eruption.

I’m thankful I remembered to sheath myself, yet confused about the mystery girl who has taken over my mind.

I pull out of Tania, and I immediately remove the condom and throw it in the trash. I’m fighting for air, though I’m not sure if it is because of the exertion or the fact a blonde is stuck in my mind.

“Zeke that’s the—”

I don’t even hear her finish as I storm out of the room. I need a drink to try to figure out what’s happening to me.

I see Jay walking my way.

“Sup?” Jay shakes his head, and we both make our way to where we’re all meeting. Blake and Caleb are waiting for us.

London and some other girl come in not long after, bringing pitchers of beer.

I’m too busy dealing with my shit to notice the girl properly, although I see she has a nice ass I wouldn’t mind getting acquainted with.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you such a fucking pig, Blake Johnson? Just because you’re some big superstar, it doesn’t give you the right to talk to a girl like that.

“You’re not the man I used to know!” London screams, then grabs the other girl behind her, and they storm out of the room.

We all stare at Blake, and he shrugs.

Time passes and the bar begins to fill with drinkers looking for a night out. As we make our way to the stage, the atmosphere turns electric and the excitement completely buzzes across the room.

Caleb takes the mic as we all get situated. I can’t see a thing with the lights.

“Good evening ladies and gents. We’d like to thank you all for having our backs. Coming home is always fun for us,” Caleb says. “It’s revisiting where it all began…

“We may have made it big time, but we’re all still country boys at heart. So, tonight’s show is for you. It’s a thanks for always being there. A thanks for being our home and family.

“So, let’s get it started. We want the music bouncing and the beer flowing”

We play non-stop for an hour. Everyone sing along and bodies jump up and down and grind together.

The girl who was with London earlier brought us pitches of beer and set them on the table next to us.

I still haven’t been able to get a good look at her, but I have a niggling feeling. She’s familiar somehow.

As I strum the final chords, Caleb sings the last words and Blake beats the ending of our last song. The audience roars in appreciation.

“Okay, family, you’ve been amazing as always, but we’re done for the next month or so. Now let’s all get celebrating. Girls, get the music blasting. It’s time for dancing.”

I make my way to our table and swallow a satisfying amount of beer. The others follow, and we all slap each other on the back for a job well done.

Caleb—in his usual brooding self—sits in the booth. Jay is out on the dance floor, forming a conga line. Blake is…well…Blake got some girl against the wall and is whispering sweet nothings in her ear, I imagine.

I’m taking a breather before I get my groove on. Plus, there’s a little bartender I’d like to get to know better.