Stricken Desire (8 page)

“Thanks.” I smile and it’s genuine. I don’t
usually wear stuff to show my tattoos so it feels pretty damn good
to have it recognized. I did spend a shit load of money on it and
lots of hours enduring pain. Well it wasn’t that bad but it wasn’t
painless.

“See I told you proper clothes. Will show off
your sexiness.” Stacy says softly in my ear. Another wave of
tingliness pools in my veins and dips down between my legs. My body
is on fire.

“Well thanks. I like them too.”

“Mmmm… Em, you smell divine.” He nuzzles his
nose against my neck inhaling my scent again.

“It’s just soap and body spray the same body
spray I’ve worn for ten years. What is wrong with you tonight
Stacy? “ I wiggle in his arms. He’s got a hold around my belly.
“And what did you do with my best friend? Oh please don’t tell me
you haven’t had sex in a while and that’s why you’re acting all
weird.” I exhale loudly.

He lets go and pulls away. I turn to face him
and he looks terribly hurt. Man I feel like an ass.

“I was just showing my best friend some
affection. Do I repulse you that much?” he asks his voice is nearly
shrill.

“No.” I reach out and snatch his hand up into
mine. Folding our fingers together. “You’re just not that loving to
me. That’s the only reason why I asked.” I shrug.

“Hey hot stuff looking good.” D says walking
past me. I try to ignore him but he slaps me hard on the ass. I yip
at the contact and Stacy glares at him. Out of all the band mates I
seriously dislike Deacon the most. He’s a pompous dickhead. I
thought Johnathan was bad but D is ten times worse. At least
Johnathan doesn’t try to force woman into submission at least I
don’t think he does.

“Damnit D I told you to leave her alone.” I
hear Johnathan yell on stage. My back is to them. I’m trying to
focus my attention of my best friend who’s feelings I’ve obviously
hurt.

“Whatever… Dude. It’s not like I’m trying to
fuck her. Well maybe by the end of the tour I will. She’s hot and
spicy. Just how I like em.” D says.

I hear a loud growl like a dog come out of
someone’s throat. It’s not Stacy’s so I have no idea whose it
is.

I can’t help but roll my eyes at D. And not
say a word. The band is setting up on stage and the last thing I
need is an all-out brawl with me and D in front of thirty thousand
screaming fans. Although I think I could take him. A good kick in
the balls would probably do him some good. Take him out of
commission a day or two.

I shake my head back and forth to clear my
head. I can hear the guitars start behind me and D starts in on the
drums. It’s so loud with thousands of screaming fans.

“Now what was I saying? Oh yeah. Stace I love
you. You’re my best friend. Like seriously. Hands down the best
friend I ever had. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

He smiles a megawatt smile at me. His blond
hair is like a sexy mop on top of his head. He leans over and WOAH!
What the hell! Plants a big kiss right on my lips. My skin sparks
at his touch. Letting go of my hand he aggressively pulls me into
his arms and attempts to push his tongue between my taught lips.
Trying to coax them open. I’m breathing heavily. Oh my god! I
cannot believe this is happening. What the fuck is this man
thinking? I try to pull away from him but he keeps trying to invade
my mouth. Man, he is not smooth at all. I can’t speak, his lips are
trapped against mine. I hear a loud growl echo in the stadium. I
try to turn around to see Johnathan because I know he has to be the
one who’s making that sound he’s the only man with a mic. But Stacy
has me in this less than sexy lip lock. I shove my hands against
his stomach hard to make him release me and he does.

Bending over I put my hands on my knees to
catch my breath. I turn my head and see Johnathan staring right at
us. I wave him off. Mouthing ‘I’m fine.’ He growls again into the
microphone and shoots the hardest angriest stare at Stacy that I
have ever seen. It’s seriously scary. He lets go of the mic and
stalks towards us. Oh no!

“What the fuck are you doing Johnathan?!” D
yells.

I lock eyes with him on his way over to me.
Standing up I point over to the microphone and then to the fans.
‘Go.’ I mouth because I know he can’t hear me over the roar of the
anxious and not patient, I might add crowd. He frowns deeply with
clinched fists at his sides his knuckles are seriously white and he
glares at Stacy again. He’s pissed. Not a little pissed but raging.
I have no idea why. I didn’t do anything wrong. Maybe he saw Stacy
forcing me to kiss him. I haven’t a damn clue. But he stalks rather
angrily back over to the mic and glances back at me for reassurance
I nod and he starts singing.

“What the fuck was that?” I yell when I turn
to Stacy.

“I’m so so sorry Em.” He apologizes, he’s
kneeling on the ground. I can see the pain on his face when he
looks up at me. I rejected him. I sure as hell did. He’s hot but
Jesus he’s my best friend and I don’t kiss men. I don’t date them.
I sure as hell don’t make out with them on the stage of a rock
concert.

“What were you thinking?” I tap my toe on the
ground. I am so damn fidgety.

“I don’t know.” He shakes his head back and
forth.

“Yes. You. Do. Now out with it!” I screech
forming my mouth into a thin line. Getting more pissed off as each
second passes. Thank god the band is playing or this would be a
total sideshow act.

“You’re so beautiful I dunno what came over
me.” He pleads.

“We’ve been friends for over ten years. Ten
years! Stacy. And not once have you tried to kiss me or have sex
with me.”

“I know. But I’ve thought about it.” He
sounds so shameful when he speaks. It feels like my heart is
breaking for him.

“Why?” I tap my foot again.

“Because I love you. You’re my best friend.
Trust me it’s hard having a best friend who looks like you and not
make a move.” He gestures to my body.

“You like leggy blondes! Or did you just
forget that?! I’m a short redhead. Hello!” I tug on my hair for
effect. This is just ridiculous. This man hasn’t had sex in a
while. This has to be it because if not I need to take him to the
damn looney bin and have his ass locked up.

“No I don’t” his eyebrow quirks up.

“Oh really? Is that why nearly every single
woman you date is a tall blonde? Both of your wives were tall
blondes with rockin bods. You’ve never been with a red head and you
sure as hell haven’t been with anyone shorter than five five.” I
put my hand on my hip. This is just stupid! What the fuck!

“Yes. I know what I’ve fucked.” He says
slowly and stands up. “But I don’t prefer leggy blondes. As you
call them.” He eyes me up and down and back again.

“Then why is the entirety of your sexual
experiences with them? It’s a pattern Stace. You like them. They
are hot and you want to fuck them. End of story. Game over. No big
deal. Move on.” I throw my hands in the air and walk off the
stage.

“Wait!” he grabs my arm and spins me
around.

“What?” I snap.

“Okay. I’ll tell you but you’re not going to
like it.” He frowns. His lips are so pouty I could reach up and
bite it if I wanted. But I won’t.

“Like what? You think I’ve like any part of
the past two days? Not! So adding a little shit to the pile isn’t
going to make that much of a difference.” I am so angry and horny
this is so damn stupid. I seriously should have made myself come in
the bathroom back at the hotel because angry and turned on do not
mix well.

“I only sleep with blondes because they are
the furthest from your hair color.” He runs his hand through the
side of my hair. Man that feels nice. Oh stop it! No it doesn’t!
Fucking horny bitch! I’m going to have go to the ladies room and
take care of my sex drive once and for all. I wish they had a pill
for this kind of stuff. No-More-Horney for women. That would be a
magic pill. I need right now.

My mouth drops open and my nose crinkles in
confusion. “What?”

“If I have sex with a red head I know I’ll be
thinking about you when I do. It’s bad enough I’ve spent the past
ten years trying not to masturbate to your face in my head which is
difficult. And for the leggy part I try to fuck women who look the
opposite of you. If I don’t I know this whole friendship thing
can’t work.” He says gesturing with his finger between us.

I place my hand on my hip and cock my head to
the side. I am so not understanding a damn word this man is saying.
It’s like he’s speaking a fucking foreign language in the worst
place possible, I might add.

“Huh? I’m so confused. Come again?” I cup my
free hand behind my ear, bending forward slightly tilting my head
in his direction.

“Me” he points to his chest. “Have wanted
you.” He points to me. “For ten years.”

Oh great now I have Neanderthal speaking to
me.

Yep I think my heart just fell out of my
chest and is rolling around somewhere backstage. This is not right.
No.No.No! I can’t be that damn stupid to NOT know that my best
friend has wanted me for. What? Ten years? Oh yep time to lock him
up and throw away the key.

“Are you insane?” I ask and I am completely
serious. No joke.

“I might be for not telling you. But it’s all
true.”

I shake my head. “No. That’s not possibly
true.”

“It can be and it is.” He corrects. His voice
is sweet and sensual. Oh god here comes the damn butterflies again
and this time they are pooling in my pussy. I so have to excuse
myself to the ladies room before I fuck anything that walks. Except
Stacy. That is so not happening! EVER!

“I’m sorry Stacy but I can’t believe that.” I
say nicely. I try to be as gentle as I can. I can’t break this poor
man’s heart if he is being truthful. Which to be honest I don’t
think he is. He’s fucked a lot of woman. And I mean a whole hell of
a lot and he’s been married twice. Both times to hot blondes one
that was a model and one that could have been.

“You don’t have to Em, I don’t expect you to
want me. Like I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s not going to change
our friendship. I promise. If you don’t want US.” He motions his
hand between us again. “To be together in the way that I do. I’ll
tuck all my feelings back in and we can go back to the way things
were.”

I shake my head. “If what you are saying is
TRUE Stacy. I can’t fuck you. I don’t want that with you. You know
me well enough to know I can’t fuck around. I’m not built that way.
You are. Johnathan, D and the band are.“ I nod toward the stage.
“But I can’t and you know why. It’s not just about Chris and you
know that.”

“I don’t want to fuck you, I want to be with
you.” He says he seriously sounds desperate. I’ve never heard
desperation come out of this man’s mouth even once in my entire
life.

I reach my hand out and take his into my
own.

“Listen. I love you with all of my heart
Stace. You are the best man I’ve ever known as a friend. But you’re
a male whore who has serious commitment issues. I can’t have a
relationship with somebody like that. I love you for who you are.
But relationship speaking I don’t want to date anyone. And
especially not a person who includes Fucking chicks and threesomes
under his hobbies list on Facebook.” I smile. Trying to lighten the
mood. But I suck at this.

“Okay. I understand. I’ll lock it all back
up. Now come here.” He smiles and tugs me into his arms for a
friendly hug. Awe, now this is the best friend I know and love.

“Thank you.” I hug him tighter.

Twenty minutes pass and Stacy and I stand
together to watch the band finish up there set. Johnathan is
rocking extra hard tonight. He looks so hot in his XXL black
nirvana T and holey jeans. I catch him look my way a few times as I
am dancing rather well in my red heels to his sexy singing. His
voice sounds so much like a mix between Chris Daughtry with the
deepness and huskiness of Sully from Godsmack. If that’s possible.
I don’t know but that’s the best combo I can come up with that
relates to how Johnathan sings. I am so starting to dig this rock
scene. It’s addicting. Maybe not the trashy whores and strange
conversations with my best friend but other than that it’s
euphoric. Larger than life.

I ride with just Stacy in one of the black
Mercedes to the after party. This time it’s at our hotel. There’s a
giant club in the back attached to it called Apples. Apparently
that’s why Stacy selected it for us to stay here. Not that you’ll
hear me complaining. That just means I can get smashed and only
have to walk back to my room. Well if I can get drunk. It takes a
lot for me to get to that point.

We pull up outside the club in the back of
the hotel. There has to be two hundred fans and paparazzi waiting
behind red ropes for the band to arrive. Stacy pulls up to the
valet that has been reserved for band members and employees only.
The rest of the guests are required to park themselves and you can
only get in if your name is on the list. We slide up, Stacy gets
out and I am advised to stay put until he retrieves me. He’s such a
gentleman. As soon as he gets out a blonde valet driver who can’t
be over twenty slips into the driver’s seat next to me.

“Hi ma’am” he says while adjusting the seat
the fit his much shorter frame. I nod out of politeness.

My door opens and Stacy extends his hand out
to me. I glide out of the car my hand in his. Feeling like I am
about the roll onto the red carpet.

“You ready for this?” he whispers close to my
ear. The hair on the back of my neck excitedly stands
attention.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I say
confidently. Even though I am anything but. I can handle crowds as
long as they aren’t touching or bumping into me. Although when I’m
touched repeatedly by unknown men and woman I worry about where
their hands have been. I know that may sound stupid. But I can’t
help that the way I feel. Urine, semen, food, germs, fecal matter,
sweat and more all live and breed on a person’s fingers. That’s why
I wash my hands like it’s going out of style. The thought of having
that nasty stuff rubbed on me make my stomach turn.