Everything I Need (7 page)

Tristan

This is fucking killing me right now. In a matter of minutes I will be face to face with Sophia again, only now she has no place to run. I’m so fucking tired, but I thought maybe she would want the only bed on this jet, so I decided to hang out here with the rest of my band.

While I’m stretching out my legs and trying to get comfortable, Caleb pats my shoulder once.

“Holy shit, hey!” Caleb says, his voice high pitched with excitement.

His blue eyes widen. He’s wearing a grin so fucking big you’d think it would crack his skin. Not saying anything to him, I adjust myself in this seat. I need to pass out, but I can’t. Just thinking about her keeps me from wanting to.

Caleb sits down beside me, still with that shit-eating grin on his face. Annoyed at what I know he wants to say, I close my eyes and pretend that I’m trying to sleep. That still doesn’t stop him.

“Fucking shit crazy, huh?”

Opening my right eye, I squint over at him.
What the fuck is he getting at?
I close my eye again but Caleb continues like he doesn’t take the fucking hint.

“So, what are you gonna do?”

Still ignoring him, I cross my arms over my chest and recline a little more. This is the same jet we used last time we were all together. Each sofa is on opposite sides of the jet, which is good for me. I can stretch my legs out without having another seat blocking me in front, but I still have to pull them in when somebody wants to walk by.

I hear Gunner and Dave complaining about the lights in the plane still being on and that they wanna crash in the spare room. No fucking way, I told them guys. I have a shit ton of fucking mistakes to make up for with my girl, and at least she can sleep in a comfortable spot without having to be around all of us this early in the morning.

I’m pulling my sleeves up to my elbows because I’m itching to punch Caleb in the face for not keeping his damn mouth shut. All of a sudden, I feel him nudge me in the side. When I turn my head, I’m locked directly into Sophia’s gaze.

She’s standing there frozen like a deer, checking everything out. I can tell she’s uncomfortable.
God damn, she’s fine.
Her hair is messy and hanging off her shoulders, probably from the wind, and her jeans are tight as hell. But what really gets my attention is that I can see her tight, sexy as hell stomach.
Fuck me!
I can feel my cock twitch just at the sight of her.

She looks around at everything and everyone besides me, and that kind of pisses me off to no end. Letting out a breath, she starts to make her way down the aisle. I slowly move my legs out of the way, but I don’t tuck them back. I don’t want to seem too vulnerable and shit. She looks down for only a moment and steps over them. I want to get up and show her the door to her room, but I’m not a pussy, either. She’s gonna have to meet me halfway. She just doesn’t know it yet.

After she looks around again, Caleb speaks up.

“Hey, Sophia. I saved you the room back there,” he gestures with his thumb. “I thought you would be needing a place to crash since when we get there, we’re going right at it in the studio.”

He gives her this big, cheesy-ass grin, the piercings on his lip getting in the way. Motherfucker!
I
was the one that demanded the room be off limits. Sophia turns to him and gives him a knockout smile that literally stops my heart.
Son of a bitch!

“Thank you,” is all she says in the softest voice I have ever heard her use.

Caleb smiles back at her and she turns toward the room. She stops suddenly and glances over her shoulder at me, and that’s when I fucking know. She feels it, too. Her eyes don’t have ice in them anymore; instead, it’s pain. The look in those eyes right now tears my fucking heart apart.

She recovers quickly and goes back to the spare room, saying hello to rest of the guys before closing the door behind her. I want to go in there and grab her so fucking badly, but I know right now is not the best time. I rub my heads roughly down my face to come to.

“Ahem . . .” Caleb clears his throat.

Lounging back, I shift my eyes over to him but keep my face still. I don’t get a good look at him in my peripheral vision. Caleb leans into me and speaks quietly so the other guys won’t hear.

“Aren’t you gonna go and say something, man?”

What the . . .?
I glare at him, and he shrugs.

“Whatever, Tristan. If you want to do it the strung out way, be my fucking guest. But all that’s going to do is make this shit that much more of a hell for you than it really needs to be.”

I shake my head at him; I don’t feel comfortable talking to him about this. Am I that fucking transparent that he picks up on it? If I am . . . then is she, too?

Without saying a word to Caleb, I lounge back on this tiny fucking sofa that obviously wasn’t made for anyone my size. When the flight attendant tells us we’re getting ready for takeoff, I doze off.

************

“Hey man! It’s showtime!” Caleb says to me as he stands.

Blinking my eyes a few times, I realize that we must’ve landed.
Holy shit!
I crashed hard. Letting out a groan, I look up and notice Sophia coming out of the room. She has sunglasses on now and takes a seat next to Dave on the sofa opposite me. I can feel the tension radiating off of her and I can tell she’s uncomfortable.

She’s so different around us than she is with her band. That could be because she hasn’t been around us since the last tour and maybe shy . . . or because I’m a fucking dick and she’s just wary of me. I can’t help it, but I keep staring at her. Dave starts up a conversation with her while we wait for the attendant to open the doors.

“Have you ever been to Hawaii before?”

He smiles big at her, probably trying to loosen her up. Fucking instantly, she starts smiling.
God damn.

“No, I haven’t. It’s so fucking cool that Lux is letting us use his place.”

She’s starting to get excited now and I fucking love it. Sophia glances at me quickly but then goes back to staring at Dave.
Motherfucker.
Lucky son-of-a-bitch. I’m a greedy man and I want all of her attention to myself.

Dave, throwing his hair back and tying it in a loose knot on his head, goes on.

“It’s a little warmer here than LA right now, Soph. I think you overdressed a little. You might want to . . . I don’t know, take off some of your clothes.”

WHAT THE FUCK?

Sophia giggles at him all girly and shit and shakes her head ‘no,’ flipping him off with her middle finger.
Good.

“Shit. I tried.” Dave smiles at her and leans back.

The doors are finally opening and everyone is starting to make their way out. I glare over at Dave as Sophia is walking by so she won’t notice me doing it. That cocky fucker just shrugs at me.

I’m the last to leave the jet and once I step out of it, the sun blazes down on me. Only eight-thirty in the morning and it’s already hot as a motherfucker out here. I notice Lux sent a couple of SUVs here to wait for us.

I stomp my way down the steps as Sophia climbs into the first one with Dave and Caleb. I’m going to give my girl some time, so I decide to get into the second one with Gunner and Ryan. Opening the door with more force than necessary, I get in. Ryan and Gunner are already squeezing into the back.

“So, are we doing this when we get there, or what?” Gunner asks me as he’s playing with his phone, probably texting. Clearing my throat, I pull out my shades and slide them on my face.

“Yeah,” I say back.

Gunner is nothing like Caleb. You can have short conversations with him and get right to the point, whereas Caleb drags shit out on everything, whether it be personal shit or even where we’re gonna fucking eat and shit.

I haven’t been here before, but after driving for a little while, I can tell we’re close by looking at our surroundings. I think it’s funny. I asked Lux why he doesn’t come out here himself, and he said he doesn’t really have the time for it. He just wanted the property to piss off his ex-wife who used to cheat on him.

The grounds are lush, I see as we pull up to the gate, and it’s right on a cliff overlooking the ocean. I heard from some other guys that came out here that it has a badass studio. The exterior of the place is simple though, which I like.

The dark weathered wood siding and dark textured shingles along with the grounds are what you would typically expect for something in Hawaii. It’s covered in nothing but palm trees and shrubs and flowery shit that lie all over the property. I like it out here and I think this place will bring good vibes to the track that we’re about to do. I can only imagine what Sophia is thinking right now, checking this place out. She has to be freaking out.

We pull up outside the front and step out of the SUV. The second SUV is now making its way to us before it also comes to a stop. Gunner and Ryan open their doors and before they’re even out, Sophia is climbing out of the SUV, too. Okay, I know I’m a dick . . .part of me wants to wait around and see the look on her face as she’s checking everything out for the first time but the other side -my dick side- tells me to go in and not wait for anybody. I will make it up to her, but I can’t just stand around. Besides, we got shit to do and I want to get on it.

There are only four bedrooms here and I know Sophia will have the master suite. I, too, will be having my own room, so rest of the guys will have to split. But just because I know that, doesn’t mean Sophia does. I wait in the foyer as everyone starts piling in. I kind of want to go over everything and the room situations. Smiling to myself before anyone else walks in, I have a smart ass plan up my sleeve to light a little spark under her sweet ass.

Walking over to the stairs, I set my bag down and lean against the bottom railing, crossing my arms as I wait for everyone to come in. I hear Caleb and Dave laughing as they push their way through the doors first, followed by Gunner and Ryan. Sophia is the last to come through, checking her surroundings out. She notices all of us standing at the landing of the stairs and closes the door behind her, resting her back on it. My dick suddenly fucking twitches at the sight of her body leaning up against the door, with those perfect tits of hers pushing out. It instantly pisses me off that I can’t even keep my fucking dick in check around her. My damn dick has a fucking mind of its own.

Sophia slowly peels her sunglasses off her face, quirking her eyebrow up at me. No baby, it’s not you I’m annoyed at. Well, technically, yeah it is. But it’s more of what you do to me and I have no fucking relief from it right now. Damn, I wish I could just go fuck her and tell her she’s mine right now, but I know damn well that can’t happen . . . yet.

Okay, let’s hurry up and get this shit over with so we can get to work. My voice comes off a little stronger than I intend it to.

“Listen up!” I say loudly to get everyone’s attention. “There are only four rooms here so before we even start working, we got to get some shit clear.” I look over at Caleb, who’s just grinning at me.
Motherfucker . . .
he knows what I’m doing. Ignoring him, I stare straight at my girl. “Some of us may have to bunk for the next fucking week. Not a big deal, but find your rooms right now and we’ll meet in the studio in twenty.” Sophia is just standing there now, holding the handle to her bag. I can tell she’s bored and wants to get the fuck as far away from me as possible. Not happening now, baby.

After I’m done, the guys pretty much know the drill. Sophia gets the master suite. But that doesn’t mean she knows it. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I check her out as she starts climbing the stairs. Before she takes another step, I lean over the railing. I’m still looking down at her; even though she’s already a few steps up, I still tower over her. She stops suddenly as I lean into her face. I can tell she’s holding her breath. She tends to do that around me sometimes. I noticed it back when we were touring together last time.
Good.

“Since there are only four rooms, you’re always welcome to bunk with me,” I teasingly say to her, still keeping up this fucking façade I have going on.

Her face at this moment is fucking priceless. Her eyebrows pinch together and her mouth goes into a tight line, puckering out those beautiful lips of hers. Rolling her eyes, she grabs onto the railing tightly, making her delicate knuckles turn white. She leans in so close to me that I can feel the heat coming off her.
Fuck.
I feel her sweet breath feather over my face as she growls at me.

“When hell freezes over, Tristan!”

Fuck me.
My dick is hard and trying to tease her only backfired in my face. Giving me one last glare, she starts making her way up the stairs trying to tug her case behind her. I can’t have my girl trying to pull something the size of herself up these stairs. Taking one step up that covers three of Sophia’s, I grab hold of her suitcase and start making my way toward the master suite. Her eyes go wide, but I ignore it. She hurries to catch up.

“I’m not fucking sharing a room with you!” she whisper yells when she’s one step behind me.

Ignoring her, I keep going.