We were all in the dressing room back stage, waiting for the cover band to finish their set. Everything was pretty much as it was every show; we all had our own ways of getting in the zone. Jinx pounded out a beat against his thighs, Levi was in the corner, running through lyrics, and Chance was playing Halo on the Xbox and fucking shouted every time he killed one of his opponents. How that prepared him to play guitar, I'll never know, but somehow it worked for him. I guess don't fuck with it if it works for him. I, on the other hand, had a bottle of Jack in my hand and a speedball in my pocket. I was pretty much drunk already.

I was usually able to grab one of the numerous groupies who start hanging around early, but this time, I'd much rather have been in the room with Honesty. I'd rather be filling my time fucking her senseless in the bathroom. I really needed to get my shit together, but it was hard as hell with the way her eyes moved up my body from across the room. I knew if she kept looking at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I was half tempted to pull her into a corner and fuck her hard right then. I wanted nothing more than to make her scream my name.

Damn! I'm hard again.

My eyes landed on hers from across the room and I winked at her as I adjusted my massive hard-on in my jeans. Yes, I just did that in front of her. That's right, I said massive. I don't exaggerate; just ask any of the girls and they'll tell you that I'm hung like a horse, and pierced for her pleasure. I’d known since I was younger that I was blessed, I just didn't realize just how much until every girl in tenth grade was offering it up to me. After that I’d always had an endless supply of pussy at my disposal. I guess guys in the locker room really do check out each other's junk. That should have pissed me off, but hey, I was still reaping the benefits, so I’d let it slide this time.

I had pulled out my guitar and began tuning it when Jinx stepped into my space. "I know you have your group of whores you bring back after a show, but you need to fuck them somewhere else tonight. I don't want Honesty exposed to that shit." It really pissed me off that he thought he could tell me what to do, but the truth was that I had no intention of fucking a groupie tonight. I had my sights set on a certain curvy brunette, who was currently eye fucking me while licking her lips from across the room. It was a good thing that Jinx had his back to her, or he would have caught onto the X-rated thoughts I was having about his sister.

"Fuck off," I told him, just to piss him off. Surprise, surprise it worked.

"Look dude," he said, towering over me, which was saying a lot because I'm 6'2. He had at least a good three inches on me, but I was never one to back down, even if he was a friend. I shot up from my chair and knocked it backward in the process, causing it to scrape across the tile floor. All eyes turned to us as I stepped into his space.

"Let's get one thing straight. You don't tell me who to fuck, or where to fuck them, but being that I like Honesty, I'll consider it." My eyes moved to her as she walked across the room and stopped in front of Jinx. She placed her small hands on her curvy hips, tilted her head up, and looked at him with determination in her eyes.

"I'm not a child Jinx. I'm twenty-three years old, and I don't need you trying to shield me or protect me from anything, so just back the fuck off," she snapped at him. My little kitten had some spunk underneath those tight fitting jeans. I liked it! I liked it a lot.

"I know you're not a child, but I also know Linc thinks with his dick most of the time. I'd rather he not expose you to the string of women he normally brings back after a show," Jinx told her, but his eyes were still on me.

"I'm warning you Jinx, If you don't back off and let me live my own life, I'll go back home. I couldn’t care less what you guys do before or after a show. Do you honestly think I've been living the life of a nun? Let me be the first one to tell you that I haven't. I'll leave and I don't care if I do have to live with one of my friends, at least I'll be able to be myself and have a little fun," she stated. Jinx finally gave up and walked away, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath.

"Ignore him. He still considers me a child. He doesn't realize that I've grown up and I can take care of myself," she said.

"I'm sure you can, sweetheart. I'm sure there's a lot of things that you can do that he wouldn't approve of," I said, both of us grinning.

"Play your cards right and I just might show you some of those things," she whispered. Well, fuck me! I watched the sway of her hips as she strutted across the room and picked up a bottle of water off the snack table.

These three months just might be the best three months of my life.

We moved to the backstage area and waited as the crew set up for us. I watched Honesty as she moved into a darkened corner just off stage and out of sight of the crowd. Jinx didn't want her in the crowd because sometimes the women close to the front can be ruthless. It was best that she be kept safe backstage. I had to resist the urge to join her there. Instead, I winked and flashed her a smile which she returned. We needed to hurry and get this fucking show on the road. I planned to make her mine and it couldn’t happen soon enough.

Fuck Jinx and the horse he rode in on.

Honesty

He was the epitome of the bad boy rock star that all the tabloids painted him to be, and even though I’d only been with the band a little over twenty-four hours, I could see that the stories were accurate. He was tall with dark hair styled into his signature faux hawk, muscular arms, and broad shoulders and he was covered in tattoos that I would have loved to trace with my tongue. He was every girl’s dream and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. Every time I looked his way, he was checking me out. I’d had a crush on him ever since he joined my brother's band over a year ago. He looked even better now. Anytime I had been around him, which hadn’t been often, he'd always treated me like a kid, but the look he had been giving me this time was anything but; it was the hungry look of a man who knew what he wanted and would take it. I meant what I said earlier about showing him a few things.

I knew my brother would like to think that I'm innocent and naive to what goes on when they're on tour, but I'm not. It's about time that he stopped treating me like a child. I tried to honor my mom's dying wishes of graduating from college, but quickly figured out that it just wasn’t for me. I’d kept the real me locked inside for so long and I was sick of it. It was time I start living my life on my terms. Tonight was the night I would unleash the real me. Screw Jinx, if he couldn’t handle it. My big brother would just have to find a way to get over it.

I purposefully tucked myself away on the side of the stage where Linc played his bass. He was the only show that I was interested in that night. When they took the stage, the roar of the crowd was almost deafening. Dirty Affliction had been at the top of the charts for months now and every show was sold out for months to come. It didn’t take long for me to lose myself in the music. My body began to sway and my hips moved to the beat that Jinx pounded out against his skins. The deep growl of Linc's bass ricocheted through my body causing every nerve ending to come alive. My eyes stayed focused on Linc and the way his fingers dug into his bass and a deep erotic sound filled the venue. His eyes never left mine as he caressed his guitar, much like he would a lover. I couldn’t help but think of those fingers caressing me. Would they be soft or calloused from years of playing guitar? Would his grip be gentle or firm and possessive? I licked my bottom lip slowly before pulling it between my teeth and biting down. My hands slowly move down my sides and across my stomach in a slow, torturous movement. I threw my head back and lost myself in the deep growl of his bass guitar, the blood thundering through my body was almost dizzying. His honey colored eyes bore into mine as if he was reading all my dirty thoughts and a crooked grin appeared on his handsome face. I could feel my body heat under his intense gaze leaving a hot trail behind like the lick of a flame. He took a step forward and jumped up on top of the large black amplifier at the side of the stage and played to the crowd. The stage lights glistened over his body and made him look almost angelic. I took this opportunity to truly look at his tall frame and the way the muscles moved and gathered beneath the snug fitting fabric of his t-shirt. The way the corded muscles in his arm strained as his long fingers caressed the body of his guitar.