Groupie Games [Rockstar Romance 18+]

Chapter 2

I text the girls as soon as I leave the tour bus and meet them at the diner down the street.

"Honestly, if I didn't want to get with Jax so badly, I think I would just run away with Kellan and be his tour fuck," I say as soon as I sit down at their booth.

I've had my eyes on Jax Britton, lead singer of Crosshitch, for a while now. We hung out with the band backstage at an arena in Boston last year when they were on their second U.S. tour. We had a ton of fun drinking and watching stupid videos on their bassist's phone, but Jax wasn't interested in getting any piece of me. No matter how high I hiked up my skirt or how low I pulled down my top, he kept his eyes up and his body at least a foot away from me at all times. All I want to do is conquer him. I'm determined to get him on his next tour.

"That good, huh?" Jules asks.

I smile and nod. "Yeah, he's got a golden cock for sure."

Sasha bursts out laughing. "Don't put him on a pedestal like that, girl. Maybe you're the one with the golden pussy!"

"Of course my pussy's made of gold. I am the reigning Groupie Games Queen, aren't I?" I remark. "So, any points tonight for you two?"

"Yes, half," Sasha says, rolling her eyes. "I went for Darren. But he just wanted to get off and be done with it, so I gave him head and that's it. He was super distracted. Probably because we could hear you guys screaming like banshees in the back of the bus. Sounded like a fucking horror movie."

"Sorry! I didn't know anyone else was on the bus!" I laugh.

She shrugs. "Well, it's still half a point, and he was nicely trimmed."

"Thank God for that," Jules says. "I got with Jared backstage. We went in the bathroom. He fucked me over the sink and looked at us in the mirror the whole time. I can't decide if that was creepy or sexy."

"Creepy!" I respond.

"Fuck off." Jules laughs, throwing a french fry at me.

"Okay Golden Pussy, let's go home and go to bed. I have work in the morning," Sasha says.

As we sign the check, my phone buzzes with a text message. It's from Kellan. A photo of a large bed with a fluffy white comforter and a bunch pillows comes through with the message.

At the Renosphere Hotel. Giant bed with no one else in it. Wanna keep me company?

I immediately show the girls the text. "What do you think? Any harm if I go stay with him tonight?"

"I don't know..." Jules responds. "Only if you think you can handle leaving in the morning with no attachments."

I am a pro at turning my emotions off. I've been doing it successfully since I broke up with my asshole ex-boyfriend and started playing the Groupie Games with Jules and Sasha. Besides, when there's no emotional attachment, then it's just sex and no one gets hurt. And I'm sure as hell not going to get hurt again. Not by anyone. Especially not one of these rock star mother fuckers.

"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow morning then."

The girls give me a hug before I leave to get a cab.

***

The hotel lobby is gorgeous and ornate with huge crystal chandeliers strung across the ceiling and white marble floors; a huge step up from the dingy motel they stayed in when we first hooked up. Kellan strides toward me. He's still in his leather pants and flashes a smile before he grabs my hand and leads me toward the elevator. He pulls me in close and I inhale the delectable scent of whiskey, sex and sweat.

"Missed me that much?" I joke.

He bites my bare shoulder playfully as we ride up to the penthouse. "I get fucking lonely on the road. Thought it might be nice to have you next to me for a night."

Fuck. No attachments. No attachments. No attachments.

I wrap my arm around him, resting my fingertips on his narrow waist. "Sure, babe."

He opens the door and strips off his shirt as soon as we enter, tossing it to the floor before sinking into a plush chair in the corner to untie his boots. I haven't been with a guy in such a vulnerable state in a long time, especially one that's the lead singer of a band on the verge of national fame.

He slides off his pants and walks toward the bathroom. "You coming?"

I kick my high heels off my aching feet and shiver as I touch the cold tile.

The mirror steams up quickly from the hot running water. He nods in my direction as he steps into the shower. I guess this is my cue to join him. I pull my tank top over my head and shimmy out of my skirt, bra and panties before hopping in with him.

Kellan stands behind me, his large hands massaging my shoulders. I close my eyes and lean back, resting my head against his hard chest. The steam infiltrates my nostrils as he kneads out the knots. He spins me around and plants his lips on mine. I wrap my arms around him as we stand under the stream of water for what feels like an eternity. He's kissing me so hard; it's like he's searching for something between us that isn't quite there. We barely know each other; we've just fucked a handful of times.

He pulls away and rests his hands on my shoulders. "Sorry," he says before turning the water off.

"It's fine." I shrug.

It's not fine though. Not fine at all if I want to keep any emotions at bay.

He throws me a towel before grabbing one for himself. We dry off quickly, then climb into bed silently, laying naked next to each other under the cool, soft sheets.

I think he thinks I'masleep when he positions himself to spoon me. I should push him away to givesome space between us, but I don't. I don't want to. His warm embrace feelscomforting and safe, and I haven't felt like this in a long time. Damn it. I'malready hating him for this, but I don't want it to stop. He kisses the back ofmy head and I fall asleep in his arms.

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