Step Daddy Keith | 18+

A little too much to drink

"This skirt is painfully short don't you think, just enough to tease but not enough to see." He smirked.
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"Umm." I stumbled to find any words as I looked up into his mesmerizing dark honey colored eyes.

"I mean you have to be careful kitten there's a lot of creeps out there, wouldn't want anything to happen to you." He stroked my cheek with the back of his finger.

"Right, I have Michael and Tommy with me I think I'll be fine." I spoke up breaking myself from the trance his intense eyes had put me in that stopped me from thinking straight.

"I suppose you're right, I hope you enjoy the show tonight, we should probably be heading back." He left for the door putting some much needed space between us.

"After you." He smiled holding the door open for me, I thanked him and we made our way back into the room full of people.

"There you are love I've been looking for you." Mick grabbed a hold of my hand pulling me to his dresser.

"So what do you think, should I go with the black or white top?" He held them up.

"Black." I nodded.

"Ten more minutes till you go on stage!" A roadie notified them it was almost time.

"Want a drink?" Mick asked while pouring Jack Daniels into two glasses.

"Sure." I didn't really drink but I was up for it especially when the guys were around.

"So I was thinking we'd go over to my place after the show?" I took the drink where I sat cross legged on his dresser.

"Well we'll just have to see." He was now extremely close to me as his hand rubbed my thigh slowly inching up my skirt. I took a drink startled by his bold actions.

"Come on love we can have such a good time together." He leaned in to leave a trail of kisses on my neck. A small moan escaped my lips as he sucked my neck lightly.

"Stop sucking that poor girl's neck we go on in five." Another roadie caught our attention causing Mick to move away.

Getting off the dresser I felt a pair of eyes on me so I looked around only for mine to lock with Keith's. He looked almost jealous shaking his head disappointedly before turning away.

What was in this drink, he surely couldn't be bothered by what he saw could he? And why did it upset me so much when he looked at me like that? Great can this weekend get any worse?

It was now time for the Stones to go out and rock the stage. Everyone in the dressing room got to have the best view of the whole show which was on the side of the stage.

"Damn do they put on one hell of a good show." Tommy was having the time of his life drinking quite a lot.

"Here." Michael passed me a Jack Daniels bottle to drink from, I don't know how much I've had by now. We continued to enjoy the rest of the concert having the time of our lives singing along to every song.

And before we knew it the show was over, the Stones were waving the crowd goodbye before heading our way off the stage.

"No it's over already." A tipsy Michael pouted.

"Don't pout your pretty face." I gave his cheek a kiss causing a wide smile to appear on his lips.

"What'd you think doll?" Mick used a towel to remove as much sweat as possible as he came up to me.

"You guys were amazing!" I giggled.

"Woah Y/n how much did you drink?" A surprisingly sober Tommy asked pulling me in by my waist so I wouldn't fall on my ass.