As soon as Zane starts singing the first line, the crowd erupts with infectious energy and instantly begins singing along with him.
“Be careful making wishes in the dark…dark.”
I glance to the corner of the stage where Brittan and the other bandmates from Beyond Redemption stand during every concert, watching us perform. I flash Brittan a wicked grin and let out a low chuckle as I see her expression swiftly change from content to furious.
Oh yeah, baby. You may think you’re the Queen of Cock Teases, but I’m the King of Pussy and before this tour is over I’ll have you wrapped around my cock again, begging me to never stop.
Brittan
Oh. My. God.
I cannot believe they’re singing that song.
I’m trying so hard to be pissed at him, but my body is betraying me and getting turned on! I can’t take my eyes off Jordon’s fingers as they play along to, Fall Out Boy, making me weak in the knees.
I wonder how many other women he’s fingered to their favorite song and then played the very same song in front of a crowd of thousands as a way of fucking torturing them!?
Waving to the crowd, Tempting Tomorrow makes their way off stage. Nash, Holden, Casper and Levi all congratulate them on another successful opening. I can’t stop shooting daggers at Jordon as he makes his way past me.
I’d love to smack that smirk right off his face.
I swear he is the only man that makes me want to turn violent. He evokes the worst in me but yet is the one man in years to send my blood boiling and my body panting all at the same time.
After being announced we all run out onto the stage, I step up to my mic and wave to the crowd, “Hey Phoenix! Y’all ready to rock the shit outta this place?”
The crowd roars with chanting of “Beyond Redemption, Beyond Redemption!”
I flash them an impish grin and ask, “Did y’all love our opening act Tempting Tomorrow? They’re pretty fucking badass aren’t they?”
That gets the crowd going. They’re all hooting and hollering now.
Laughing, I hold my hand up in the air and shout, “Let’s all give them a hand.” As I jerk an invisible dick sending the crowd into a roar of laughter. I glance over to where Jordon and the guys are now standing and give Jordon a playful wink.
How about them apples, jack ass?
I snicker at a few women and even some men who shout they’d love to give the guys from Tempting Tomorrow a hand job. I love my fans; they seriously are the best!
After another successful concert, we all head backstage for the after party with a select group of fans who purchased backstage passes that include drinks with both bands. I eagerly jump behind the mini bar that’s set up and mix drinks for fans in between taking pictures with them.
My eyes can’t stop roaming around the room following Jordon, who’s surrounded by chicks yet again. He’s in groupie heaven at the moment, signing tits and flirting his ass off. I hate that it bothers me.
Since the night we hooked up; my brain has been a mess. I have thoughts of him blended in my mind mixing with thoughts of Cane. It’s emotionally exhausting trying to deal with it all. I keep trying to forget about Jordon and focus on the love I have for Cane, but it is becoming more and more difficult with each passing day I have to spend around him.
I’ve had random hook ups since we’ve been on the road but since Cane died, not one single person has made me feel anything. I just don’t understand why I am feeling so overwhelmed by Jordon. It makes no sense to me.
One of the fans backstage tonight has been flirting with me for the last half hour. I’m horny; he’s hot. So I’m going for it, especially since I need a hot distraction to keep me from torturing myself. I can’t stop staring at Jordon, as he makes out with some skank that’s draped over his lap while all the guys do tequila shots.
Earlier, while signing his forearm, I learned the hot guy’s name is Kurt. At that time, he confessed my autograph will be tattooed onto his arm tomorrow. He’s sitting on a barstool chatting with Levi and Nash about the greatest rock bands of all time. I’m standing between his thighs with my arms draped over his shoulders while I nibble on his neck.
I can feel that my efforts to seduce him are working as I feel his erection growing in his jeans. It isn’t huge, but it’ll do the job.
I hear the bimbos behind me talking with Jordon about going back to Tempting Tomorrow’s tour bus with him and the other bandmates. Since Natasha flew back to Chicago this week, the guys have had a record breaking number of groupies on their bus after every concert.
In an attempt to refrain myself from ripping the slut that’s kissing Jordon off of his lap and beating the ever living shit out of her for putting her lips on him, I distract myself with Kurt.