Groupie Games [Rockstar Romance 18+]

Chapter 1

Groupie Games Scorecard

Lyla: 4 1/2

Jules: 7

Sasha: 3

"These pretzels are stale as fuck," Jules says, tossing a handful onto the glass table in front of us.

"That's what you get for eating backstage snacks," I respond. "You know the food up here's always nasty."

She shoots me a sour look and takes a big sip of vodka to wipe away the taste. It's been a while since we've been backstage at the Avalon, but we couldn't pass up the opportunity to hang out with the guys from Fated Familiar. At least this place is better than the hole-in-the-wall dive bar we first met them at a few years ago.

Kellan Reid, the band's lead singer, texted me this afternoon to make sure we'd be here. We haven't seen each other in a year, and I've been with a lot of other rock stars since then, but I distinctly remember his glorious six-pack and ample package.

It's nearly showtime when the band finally makes their way into the backstage lounge.

"LSJ!" Kellan exclaims as he enters the room. He runs over to our couch and gathers Jules, Sasha and I into a big group hug. Every band we hang out with has a different nickname for us. Some are cuter than others, but LSJ works for me. It sounds like a hot girl group or a fun designer drug.

"Kellan!" I jump into his tatted up, muscular arms and wrap my legs tightly around his narrow waist. My girls keep their distance; they know I want him all to myself tonight.

He holds me with ease, planting a quick, yet firm kiss on my lips while his hand creeps up the back of my short skirt. "Damn girl, you look sexier every time I see you."

"Thanks, so do you." I caress the front of his leather pants tenderly as he lowers me back to the ground. "See you after the show?"

"You bet," he responds, raising his brow before he turns to regroup with his bandmates.

"Hell yeah," I say, sitting back down with my girls. "I'm definitely getting some points tonight."

"Damn it!" Jules shouts. "I need to get one of them too. I'm not letting you win again."

"What about Darren?" I suggest, pointing to the spikey-haired drummer in the corner.

"I hooked up with him last time..."

"So, what's the problem?"

"He didn't last very long."

"I'll take him for an extra point," Sasha chimes in. "I'm way behind."

I nudge her side. "Well if what Jules says is true, maybe he's only worth half!"

"Whatever" she says, shrugging her shoulders. "I'd still do him."

"Come on, they're starting soon." I grab Sasha by the wrist and her stick-straight black hair whips across her face as she turns her head quickly to follow me down the stairs. We get in position to watch the band perform from the side of the stage. It looks like there's at least a thousand people in the crowd. It seems like just yesterday we were watching the guys perform to crowds of double digits. But as they've grown, so have we – from local fan girls to bona fide groupies. All the security guards at the venues across the city know our faces, and our names have spread from band to band, nearly guaranteeing us a good time whenever a hot band's in town.

My eyes are glued to Kellan as he runs on stage and begins to sing his heart out under the bright lights. His gravelly voice bounces off the walls and reverbs deliciously through my body. He yanks his tattered black t-shirt over his head midway through the concert, showing off his buff, bare chest for the whole audience to see and appreciate.