CHAPTER FOUR

JAGGER

Jake announces he’s taking the two blondes he always does as we walk back to our dressing rooms after soundcheck. Mine is further down, so I tell the guys I’ll see them on stage, and I keep walking until I hear a commotion.

A woman screams, “Stop! I’m allowed to have chicken! It’s on the list.”

I turn toward the sound and find douchebag Erik, with his pretty girlfriend on a table on her back, and his fist pulled back, ready to hit her. She lies on the table trembling with fear, her eyes wide with panic, and tears streaming down her face. My blood boils, and for a reason I can’t identify, I want to fucking kill him. How dare he have something so goddamn beautiful and abuse it?

I storm over to stop him, but I’m too late, and he punches her in the face. The mystery woman’s cries echo in my head. She doesn’t fight him, this beautiful woman just lays there taking it, as she begs him to stop. I wonder momentarily, how many times he has put his hands on her. The sound of her pleas appear to do nothing to him, but they gut me. He lands the second blow just as I make it to him, and pull him off her, and exchange a few hits of my own to his face, causing blood to pour from his nose.

Erik gets one in, and his fist lands hard in my stomach, as Jimmy rushes over and pulls us apart. I ignore both of them and focus on the beautiful woman holding her hand to her face. Walking over to her, I scoop her into my arms as Erik yells, “Get your hands off her.”

The gorgeous woman stares at me with wide eyes as I rush her to my dressing room. I open the door and lock it behind me, after I get her inside. I set her on the couch and sit beside her, and she backs to the end quickly. She’s so fucking stunning, yet terrified, like a scared little deer. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me. Is she afraid he’ll come in here? If he does, someone will need to come pick him up off the floor.

“I have to go.”

I arch an eyebrow at her because she isn’t going anywhere.

“What were you fighting about? I heard something about chicken, which sounds ridiculous.”

She turns her head away from me, like she’s uncomfortable with my question, but I don’t care, I want an answer.

“I have a list of foods I can eat. He thought I was eating things from the catering table that I’m not allowed to have.”

What?

“Do you have allergies?”

I’m confused, because she certainly seems old enough to know what she can and can’t eat.

“No. It’s for weight loss, because I’m fat.”

The way her head drops as she looks down, like she’s too ashamed to face me, bothers me more than it should for a stranger. Her words were spoken so matter of factly, like every word is the complete truth, when nothing could be further from it. She has long dark hair, soulful hazel eyes, almost appearing brown except for the flecks of blue and green, and a smooth olive complexion, with pouty lips that beg to be kissed. I’ve always been a sucker for a woman with curves. She has a perfect hourglass shape with two of my favorites, big tits and wide hips. I could watch her forever and, if she lets me, I just might.

She grabs onto the hem of her light blue Glass Monkeys shirt and pulls on it, like she’s trying to hide skin that isn’t exposed. Fuck, I wish it were. This woman is fucking stunning. I could eat her for days and still be hungry.

“Who says?”

She shrugs like it’s an obvious answer, but I press on.

“Who says?”

“My boyfriend. And me.”

This woman is anything but fat. My fucking fingers itch to touch her. My tongue aches to taste her. I have no idea why, but I want her so goddamn much it hurts. I’m used to seeing a woman and having her if I want her. This one has a boyfriend, and normally I don’t go after attached women, but he doesn’t deserve her. A man that hits his girl, and makes her feel like shit about herself, deserves nothing. Knowing damn well I shouldn’t, I drag my fingers down her side, thoroughly enjoying the way she shivers from my touch. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch her reaction to my hand on her stunning body. I’m tempted to pull her pants down and fuck her, but somehow I know she’s not like the groupies. I’m pretty sure she’d tell me to stop.

“You are not fat. Every inch of this body is beautiful, and should be cherished, not shamed. If you were mine, I’d show you how perfect you are.”

Her breathing gets heavier, and I bet her heart is pounding for me, the way mine is for her.

“I have a boyfriend,” she whispers.

“Forget about him. He doesn’t deserve you.”

She gazes at me with profound sadness.

“He’s all I have.”

I shake my head, and point out what I think is obvious.

“There are men that don’t abuse women.”

First, she appears like she’s never considered such crazy information, but she shuts down her emotions quickly.

Leaning down, I swipe my tongue across her lips; soft and sweet like I knew they would be.

I slide my tongue into her mouth and, Jesus, she tastes like heaven, but it’s short-lived unfortunately for me. She turns her head to the side, breaking our kiss.

“I said I have a boyfriend.”

Growling, I respond, “And I said, he doesn’t fucking deserve you.”

She sneers at me, “Neither do you. You’re a slut. I’ve read the articles, and seen the videos on YouTube . Snorting coke off a woman’s ass? Classy. You don’t even know my name. I’m leaving.”

With a smirk, I say, “McKinley.”

She rises from the couch, and folds her arms over her chest while she glares at me. Fuck, she really is perfect. I love a sassy woman. If she’s trying to get rid of me, it isn’t working. If anything she’s only increasing my interest.

“How do you know my name?”

I chuckle louder than I meant to. “I have my ways.”

My ways include drilling the guys before and after soundcheck. The information was limited unfortunately, but I’m grateful for what I got.

McKinley Williams. Personal Assistant to the Glass Dildos.

According to what Erik told both Jett and Hendrix, she has some mental health issues. His exact words were, “She’s a crazy bitch.”

Those words don’t make me want her less, it only makes me desire her more. Has she ever had a man take care of her? Not financially or anything like that, but someone that made her feel fucking beautiful? I know her current boyfriend probably has not.

“I’m leaving. My friend is waiting for me.” She scowls at me.

Reaching my arm around her, I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her against me, as I speak into her ear.

“Jimmy will find you. You’ll have box seats tonight, both of you.”

I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I thoroughly enjoy the blush on her cheeks when I pull back from her, and she immediately focuses her eyes on the floor and whispers, “Thank you, Mr. Wild.”

Chuckling, I say, “Jagger is fine unless you prefer baby, or something equally sweet.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “Goodbye, Jagger.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realize we go on soon. I hope that fucker doesn’t put his hands on her again. If he does, I’ll take my baseball bat to his head.

I call Jimmy to arrange a meeting with the lead singer of the dildos, which surprises him to say the least. I know exactly what I’m doing. Why am I so fucking fascinated with this girl, I have no clue, but one thing I do know; she will be mine. I’ll have her under me, screaming my name, and begging for more. I am the Rock God, after all. And what the Rock God wants, he gets.