Chapter 8

Zeke

We’ve all been laughing and joking since coming off stage. Beer has been flowing, and we’ve finally let ourselves relax and enjoy our time off together.

Jay’s been working up a sweat with the ladies, and Blake’s been his obnoxious self, as usual. I haven’t forgotten his lollipop remark from earlier, and I’ll gladly give him what he deserves at a later date.

Caleb’s having fun. Well, as much as he can. Things changed when he got that call—his heart has never repaired. But that’s his story to tell and not mine.

Me? Well, I’ve been eyeing up the market for some fresh meat tonight. I need to fuck whatever is going on in my head way out of my system.

“Where’s the beer?” I ask Caleb.

He shrugs and goes back to chatting with some fans. Guess I’ll have to go and get it myself.

Thank the good Lord the bar is beginning to clear out.

I check for London or even Tania, but I can’t see them anywhere.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, can I get some service over here?” I call out to the other bartender, but she ignores me.

“You know I’m here, right?”

“Oh, I know you’re there, but you can wait for your damn turn, asshole,” she shouts back at me.

I’m taken aback by her tone. She never even looks at me, but fuck, the things her voice does to me.

I lean on the bar, talking to a few fans that ~are~ being served. All who have come right after me, I might add, but still, I stand here and watch the curves of the fiery blonde.

Something about her seems so similar, but I’m not sure if it is my mind playing tricks on me over the blonde from a few nights back.

I watch as she looks around; she seems happy that no one else is asking for a drink. I’m slightly irritated that she keeps ignoring the fact that I’m here and have been waiting.

I’m not used to anyone ignoring the fact that I’m here, and usually I can’t keep people away from me.

But her? She’s driving me crazy with her blatant ignorance, leaning over the bar and letting the guys have one hell of a show.

I’m Zeke freaking Matthews, lead guitarist of the famous band Oblivion, and when I want to be served…I want to be served immediately.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m trying to get served here, and I’ve been waiting a shit ton of time,” I snap.

“Dude, you getting beers or what?” Blake slaps me on the back.

“Ask the new bar staff, she keeps ignoring me.”

“Since when haven’t you been able to handle a piece of ass?” He laughs at my newfound situation.

“Who do you think you are? Can’t you see that I’m—” She spins around and glares at me before being cut off by Tania.

“Hey, good looking. Whatcha after?” Tania asks.

I watch the blonde huff off and head into the last straggling throes of people, collecting glasses on her mission to fuck knows what.

“Beer, we need beer… No one has brought it over for us,” Blake replies.

I’m not even interested in a drink now. I have something else in mind to keep me hydrated and happy.

Back in the booth, we reminisce about what we’ve been up to. The girls clean up as Tommy, Lee, and Jacob join us for the night’s last drinks.

I have the blondie in my sight, though. She’s just put her earphones in and is dancing as she cleans. Her hips sway, doing things to my body no other girl has ever been able to do.

Her sleek curves are accentuated by her black top and shorts, and her every move screams “come and get me”.

Her hair is begging to be wrapped around my wrist as I use it to pull her head back while I sink into her pussy.

My mouth waters, wanting to trace her jawline, neck, and behind her ear, and my dick stirs in appreciation of her hips that’s swaying to whatever music she’s listening to.

Without another thought, I find myself walking over to her, my body having a mind of its own. Blondie has just bent over, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me.

My hands land on her hips, and I pull her ass into my groin so she can feel what she’s done to me. I’m not thinking straight.

I know I’m not, and when she turns around and gives me the death glare…I know I’ve fucked up.

“Woah there sweet cheeks, where’s the fire?” I stand, wobbling slightly from alcohol or the intoxication of what she’s done to me. I can’t be a hundred percent sure. My hands raise in surrender.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she shouts. Her chest rises and falls heavily and causes me to moan again.

~Why is this girl always shouting at me?~

“Oh baby girl, you should be begging me to touch you…to find that release.” ~I said that…I really said that.~

The room falls silent, watching us, her music blaring away in left hand.

She pokes me hard in the chest. “I said, don’t fucking touch me.”

Everyone is still silent, only the faint sound of Vengaboys’ “Boom Boom Boom Boom, I Want You In My Room” could be heard.

“Oh baby, if you want me in your room…all you have to do is ask,” I say, and I can’t help but feel quite smug about that one. I’m getting to her. I can see it in those green eyes.

“Zeke,” Tania screeches from across the bar, and I shudder.

Blondie walks up to me. Her tits press firmly against my chest as she cranes her neck to reach my ear.

“Looks like your girlfriend isn’t happy you’re touching me, so fuck off, and get back to fucking her in that room down the hall again,” she whispers, then storms off.

~Girlfriend? Other room? Oh shit.~

She calls to London that she’s leaving and storms out the door past Tania.

“Dude, you’ve lost your mojo,” Blake cries with laughter, and everyone else joins in. I take the last mouthful of beer and head out after her.

“You.” I point at Tania. “I’m not yours. You don’t have any say in what I do. I just use you to get my dick wet, I wasn’t even fucking you earlier. Someone else was on my mind.”

“Burn,” all the guys call out in unison, but I’m done being here and need to go and find Blondie.

I welcome the cooler night air and look to see if I can find her. She cannot have gone far in the few moments it has taken me to get out here.

Stragglers who left the bar earlier are still hanging around. I ignore them and head in the opposite direction in the hope this is the way she came.

“I told you, you owe me a fucking beer!” some guy shouts at what I presume is another drunk hanging in the lot. “I never really got a chance to tell you what I was going to do. Guess I can show you now.”

I head back to the bar to get Tommy and Lee. They need to shut this shit down before it gets out of hand.

“If you touch me one more time, I’m going to shove your head so far up your ass, you’ll make your very own human centipede,” a female voice replies.

It halts me in place.

“Oh darling you’re not in a position for making idle threats.” He pushes her against the wall.

I make my way over, wondering if it’s some kind of lovers’ tiff.

“Get off me!” she cries.

I’m only a few feet away when her eyes catch mine. Realization kicks in when I see her fear. Blondie. The girl I’ve been looking for.

She isn’t the same woman who cussed me out a few minutes ago, not the feisty one who can handle herself.

I grab the bastard who has her pinned to the wall and drag him away.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

She nods but then falls to the floor. I turn my attention back to the fucker who dared put his hand on a woman.

“This has nothing to do with you,” he barks out. “It’s between me and the bitch.”

With lightning speed, my fist connects with the right side of his face, knocking him flat on his ass. I turn and reach down to help Blondie to her feet.

“Okay, baby girl, I got you.” I smile to reassure her, my palm caressing her cheek before wrapping an arm around her waist, softly pulling her into me tightly.

My body responds to her touch, loving how well we fit together.

“What the fuck, Zeke?” the dipshit moans on the floor. “This ain’t your business.”

“If you put your hands on my girl, I make it my business.”

Blondie freezes in my arms.

“Well, well, well boys and girls, why are you keeping the party hidden from the rest of us?” Blake sings as everyone comes around the corner.

“Pails? What’s happening?” London calls out. Her voice quivers with worry.

Tommy and Lee run over and drag the fucker to his feet. My brothers surround me as they take stock of the situation.

London has Blondie’s hand in hers. Yet, she hasn’t moved from my grasp, and I’m thankful. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let her go again.

Well, not until I’ve had my chance to sample the merchandise anyway.