Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

C aspian

I fucking kissed Ry. Shit. Stupid Quinn is pushing all my buttons and messing with my head. Every second we spend together is more dangerous. I run my tongue over my lips as we step up onto the stage and try to push everything out of my mind. This is an incredible turnout. There are more people in here than two of our biggest gigs before landing this tour.

Glancing around the room at the crowd screaming and chanting for our new single, I have to take a moment to soak in that this is real. It’s a massive step toward everything I’ve dreamed about. Smiling and glancing at the rest of the band, I can honestly say I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else. Giving Ry a wink, she blushes but gets the cue. Lifting her sticks into the air, she bangs them together and gets us started into the first song with a killer solo. The pumped-up crowd is feral and jumping around. She is such a beast.

“I want to fuck you like an animal,” I growl into the mic and smirk at the girls closest to the stage. Like a switch flipping, the stress in my life floats away. Nothing matters when I’m on stage. Only…every time I glance over my shoulder, all I can see is Ry’s colorful hair in her ponytail, whipping about. The taste of her sweet lip gloss is still on my tongue. I’m in deep fucking trouble.

“I want to feel you from the inside,” I sing and play into the words by flexing my hips and smiling down at the girls reaching for me. We’ve never needed bouncers before, but I’m happy this place has a few of them scattered at the front of the stage.

Heart pounding to Quinn’s guitar solo, I walk around and shake hands before the song ends with a high-hat crescendo from Ry.

“Hello, everybody!” I point around the bar, and the crowd roars. “You having a good time?” More cheering makes the small stage shake. “Let’s see if we can help you get your freak on with In the Darkened Room .”

We perform our set, which is a total of ten songs plus a bonus track we are debuting on the tour. By the time we leave the stage, I’m flying high. We stop to sign shirts and the tour posters I designed.

“Oh my God, Caspian, can you sign my chest? I’m going to get it tattooed,” the last girl in the line says, and before I can answer, she yanks down the front of her top, and her tit spills over. She apparently doesn’t care that her nipple is on display for the world as she holds out the black marker.

I can see Ry out of the corner of my eye, and there is no need to look directly at her. I can feel the hellfire scowl and murder in her eyes. Being happy that she’s jealous is completely wrong, and yet my body temperature rises. Getting her out of my head is like trying to cut off a limb.

“If you want to see both of them and other things, I’m more than happy to show you,” the girl says, her fingers touching my hand as I take the marker. She is what most men would consider a walking orgasm. Sexy as fuck with nice tits, and I’m getting an up-close view. Great hips for fucking, and someone who is happy to bounce on your stick and fuck off. Not only is this a completely new situation for me, and girls like her are like fabled woodland creatures to my mind, but I also have no interest. I’m just not sure how to handle this.

Not wanting to touch her tit and have it end up all over the internet, I move to the side and sign just above the glob of flesh. As soon as I stroke the last line of my signature, she jumps on me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Such a gentleman,” she purrs.

“Yeah, I guess I am. Um…can you let go, please,” I say, holding my arms out to the side and all too aware of the cameras.

“My name is Lisa. Can I have a picture? Please, just one,” she coos and tries to kiss my cheek. I’m usually prepared for anything, but this is proving to be far more difficult. Oh fuck.

“He said let go,” Ry says, coming out of nowhere. Lisa is a solid head taller than Ry, but that doesn’t stop her from grabbing Lisa by a fistful of hair and yanking her back.

“Ouch. You bitch,” Lisa yells, letting go of my neck. The absolute fury in Ry’s eyes is such a fucking turn-on, but this is going to go all sorts of bad.

“Who are you calling bitch? You slut!” Ry’s fist connects with Lisa’s nose, and in a blink, all hell breaks loose. More girls jump into the fray to try and help their friend while bouncers come running.

“Back the fuck off,” I yell, holding my arm out to keep the newcomers from jumping on Ry. Wrapping my arms around her, I haul her off of Lisa. She’s like a wildcat in my arms, her ass deliciously rubbing against my cock. Part of my mind is screaming that this is the sexiest fucking shit ever, but we also don’t need to deal with the police at our first stop on a six-month tour.

“Go rub your whore ass on someone else’s man,” Ry screams and lunges in my arms. She’s a hell of a lot stronger than I give her credit for.

“Guys, a little help here would be fucking nice,” I say to the three, just standing and staring. They’re probably taking bets, the assholes.

“Oh, hell no. This is fucking fantastic,” Quinn yells back.

“Fuck this.” With a quick toss, I throw Ry over my shoulder. She’s still screaming every swear word in the book at the group of girls as I walk to the dressing room and slam the door behind us.

“That fucking bitch. Oh, Cas sign my tit and then get down and lick it, will you? Thanks, hehe,” she mockingly says as I sit her on her feet. “Let me get a photo. Mind if I pull out my other one for the cameras? I’m going to rip her hair out.” Ry steps toward the door, and I grab her again.

“No, you’re not. We’ll be lucky if she doesn’t press charges,” I argue, even though I’ll happily watch round two.

Ry points at the door. “For what? She assaulted you. I merely pulled the sperm collector off. Fucking little groupie bitch. I’ll kill her.”

Grabbing Ry and spinning her around so she has her back up against the door, I try to ignore her heaving chest or how the snapping look in her eyes is making me achingly hard. “Ry, we are not a couple, and now that shit about you being my girl is going to be all over socials. Fucking Seth is….”

Ry pushes on my chest. “Fuck, my brother. You know what…fine. You don’t want to admit there is something between us, then whatever. I don’t need you. I can find ten guys out there who will be happy to have me.”

The possessive rage takes over the second she spins and touches the door handle. Grabbing her arm, I spin her back around. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarl.

“Let go of me, Cas. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t tell me who I can fuck and not want to face what is clearly between us. I’m so sick of this dance. For three years, I’ve been trying to get your attention, and it’s always the same. You run off and date someone else. Do you even know how many times you’ve broken my heart?”

“Fine, you want me to admit it?” I punch the door beside her head with a bang. “Yes, I fucking want you.” Pushing away from her, I walk across the room and run my hands through my hair. “But what I want doesn’t matter.”

“What did my brother say that has you this freaked out?”

I shake my head. “I’m not freaked out. I respect your brother. He’s like my blood. He’s my best friend, and he’s always there for me. All the ups and downs, my sorry ass dropping out of school, throat surgery, and everything in between, Seth has been there. He warned all of us away from you, and you’re asking me to throw away twenty years of friendship.” Ry looks away, tears filling her eyes as she crosses her arms over her chest. All I want to do is take the pain away. I want to wrap her up and never let go.

“I swear I’m going to kill him. He’s been meddling in my personal life since I turned thirteen. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself and make my own decisions.”

As dangerous as it is, I go to Ry and move to cup her face, but she smacks my hands away. “No, don’t touch me. I know what I want, and I’m not scared to fight for us, but I refuse to be the only one fighting. You want the groupie whore? Go for it, but don’t try to stop me from having fun.”

Ry pushes my chest, forcing me to take a step back. Whipping open the door, Quinn, Finn, and Koa are all out in the hall, trying to act like they aren’t listening.

“Ry, come on…this is a rock and a hard place.”

Her eyes look like liquid silver with tears shimmering in them, and I want to take back every word. This is all my fault. Last night, I let things happen, and tonight, I kiss her…what the hell am I thinking?

“No, it really isn’t. I’m either worth the risk and the fight or not.” She looks me up and down. “I know where you stand.” Ry disappears out the door, and I try to chase after her, but Quinn grabs me, his hand firmly on my shoulder.

“Just let her cool down,” he says.

“How much of that did you all hear?” They shrug and look away. “Great, so now you all know.”

“Trust me, it isn’t a secret that you want to fuck her brains out,” Finn laughs and pulls out a pack of smokes. I glare at him. “Fine.” He puts the pack away with a roll of his eyes. If I can’t have any, then I’m going to be a dick and make sure no one else can have them either. “Dude, Seth knows that we all want to fuck his baby sister.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” I clench my fist.

“Wake up, Cas. Have you not seen the way she flirts with all of us? Granted, I think if forced to make a choice, you are at the top…no correction, you were at the top. Now I’m not so sure. You kinda fucked that up.”

I point down the hall in the direction Ry took off. “What am I supposed to do? You know as well as I do how Seth feels.”

Koa shrugs. “So what? Look…the worst he’s going to do is be pissed, maybe throw a punch? I mean, she’s right. She’s a grown-ass adult and a fucking fine one at that. If she wants to have fun and knows the score, it’s her choice. Stop trying to be her daddy.”

I glare at Koa. “Don’t ever say that to me again. Fuck, like my head isn’t already messed up, you have to add that shit.”

“Just remember what I said,” Quinn raises an eyebrow at me. “With us, she’s safe. What do you think she is doing right now with whatever guy she finds? Or better question, what will they force her to do?” Fear trickles down my spine, but the anger in my stomach burns hotter. “Ry is…man, the girl has a wild streak. You’re never going to be able to tell her she’s naughty and think she’ll behave. Well…maybe in the bedroom…besides the point. If you’re serious about wanting Ry and protecting her, give her something to hang on to. You have six months to figure out how to break the news to Seth.”

Shit.

“I got to go.” Marching away from Quinn, I go on the hunt. My head is all fucked up over this. I can’t seem to figure out what is right and wrong anymore, but one thing I know for certain…she’s not fucking some random guy. I’ll kill him first.