Good Girl Gone Bad: A Y/N x Bruce Kulick Story

Much Too Close

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at the unfamiliar bedding in confusion. All of a sudden, the bedding seemed to shift and I became acutely aware of a second naked body in the bed. I rolled over, eyes widening as I saw Bruce still fast asleep in bed, snoring softly.

"So it wasn't a dream," I murmured, smile spreading across my face.

As if he heard me, his eyes opened and he gave me a grin.

"Good morning cutie pie. Damn you look even more beautiful in the sunlight."

Before I could even answer, there was a sudden knock at the door. We both froze, turning to look at the door. Frowning, he rose to his feet, sliding out of bed, and I smiled as I saw he was still naked, admiring the view as he walked to the door. He looked through the peephole before letting out a curse.

"Shit it's Eric!" he hissed. "Alright look go under the covers, all the way under, pretend you're asleep still. I'll just tell him you're a groupie, alright? Just don't move," he said.

Heart in my throat, I pulled the blankets over myself as he cracked open the door, barely peeking around it. If Eric discovered not only that I was dating a band mate, but had just slept with one, he'd kill me. There was a pause as Bruce cracked open the door.

"What's up?"

"Where's my sister?" Eric snapped.

"No idea."

"Why are you naked?"

"Because I was sleeping with a groupie last night. Well, a couple."

"Let me see your groupies then," Eric snarled, and my heart nearly stopped.

"One left and the other one well uh she's sleeping, let me—"

"I want to see her! I want to make sure it's not my sister because dammit Bruce if you've done that to her, if you've slept with her, I'm going to fucking murder you! I don't care if we're friends and band mates, she's off limits! Show me your groupie!" he shouted, voice rising.

"Hey, hey, calm down. Let me wake her up and give us a chance to get dressed. Just wait here," he said, shutting the door.

I sprang out of bed once it shut, staring at him in horror.

"What do we do? He's going to find out! And now he'll know you just lied to him about a groupie! Oh Bruce he's going to be so angry, what do we do? Oh what do we do?" I asked, bare chest heaving.

He kissed me on the forehead, rubbing my arms soothingly.

"Just hold on. Go ahead and get dressed, I'll make a call," he said, picking up the phone.

I pulled on my clothes with shaking hands, feeling sicker by the second as Bruce waited for whoever he was calling to pick up, drumming his fingers restlessly on the table.

"Gene? Gene I need a huge favor from you. Look Eric's right outside the door, I told him I fucked a groupie last night but I slept with Y/N, he wants to see the groupie but if I show him his sister it'll be the last thing I do. Please, please you need to get him away from right outside my door," he said, practically begging Gene.

There was a pause before he nodded. 

"Alright. You've got two minutes tops, if I can hold off that long. Gene, please, seriously, I need this, you know it'll wreck the band if he finds out like this." 

Hanging up, he ran a hand through his hair before darting over to me, pulling me into a long kiss. I nearly melted, wrapping my arms around him, desperately pressing my half-clothed body against his naked one, longing for a deeper kiss, longing for him again.

At last, he broke apart.

"Just in case I never get to do it again," he murmured, letting me go and throwing on his clothes. 

He glanced at the clock as I took his hand, squeezing it tightly.

"Come on Gene, get your ass out of bed and save my life," he muttered, looking at the clock.

Finally, we could hear his voice echoing down the hall.

"Eric! Shit there you are! Look look I need a huge favor from you, I've got a hookup with a chick from a playboy magazine in two minutes and my girlfriend's on the phone, can you take the call? Just uhh...just tell her that I'm with Paul or something."

I watched through the peephole as Gene ran up, grabbing Eric's arm and starting to drag him down the hall.

"But I need—"

"Come on man please! If you don't help me out I'm dead!" Gene cried, pulling him into the elevator and out of sight as Eric protested desperately, all to no avail.

I let out a relieved sigh, collapsing into Bruce's arms, heart racing a million miles a minute. He held me, stroking my hair.

"I can't do this anymore. We need to tell him," I murmured.

"We'll...we'll do it tonight then," he said quietly, but I shook my head.

"Once we land in Iceland tomorrow. Then we'll tell him," I said.

"Tomorrow then," he whispered, kissing me again, with the kiss full of love and longing and a desperate desire for everything to work out.