Everything I Want (22 page)

“Calm down, Sophia. Just getting my boxers on. I don’t think it would be a good idea to fuck right now. After all, your band is now up.” Throwing a pillow at him, he turns this around again as if I started this. Well maybe the morning one yes, but he was the one that couldn’t keep his hands off me just now. He just laughs in my face again and gets dressed.

When I feel the bus stop I open the door and look up at Tristan nervously, his eyes are kind and soft.

“What do I tell them?” I whisper.

“Tell them whatever you want,” he says back to me. I don’t know but right now I feel very small. I mean I know they know we have a little something, but Tristan being here with me, on the road for the next few days without his band? That kind of says that we’re more than fuck buddies. And I don’t really know what yet.

I see Cory in the hallway and he glances at Tristan then me. “What up?” he says as he goes through the bathroom door. Obviously not giving a shit. Jared is leaning against the sink, stirring his coffee. His smile is warm and playful. Awe my, my sweet Jared. But then I hear Roger gasp. “Holy fucking shit.” Roger gets up and does this half hand shake half hug thing with Tristan. “Thought you’d be in Seattle by now.” Tristan shrugs his shoulders and looks back to me, smiling. “Change of plans, I guess.” He then faces Roger again. “You know how it is.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jared pipes in. I giggle at his remark, and Roger flips him off. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you go and spike your hair or some shit.” Roger calls back.

Tristan takes hold of my hand in front of everyone, and I feel my cheeks warm up again. He doesn’t care what any of them think. He walks us over to the sofa as we wait for the bus doors to open.

“You fucking nailed that guy last night, man. Shit!” Roger says. I still at the thought as it crosses my mind again and Tristan can tell that my body tense. He rubs his thumb over my knuckles trying to soothe me. He shrugs his shoulders, playing it off as nothing.

“Whatever, man. I’ve seen a couple of bar fights in Detroit and I’ve never seen anything like that before. That. Was. Awesome.”

“Shut up, man!” Cory walks back out. “He would’ve never had done that if we didn’t have our heads in our asses.” I instantly feel remorse. Putting my head down that this was all caused because of me makes me feel sick.

Roger tries to speak and looks down at me. “Shit. I’m sorry, Sophia,” he says but raising my hand to stop him from going on I get out. “Don’t worry about it. Shit happens. It’s no one fault.” I just want to leave this spot right now. Tristan’s grip on my hand tightens even more. Hearing the hydraulics from the brakes as the doors open, I feel relieved.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

It’s already been two days, and we’re almost to Seattle. Tristan and I have been low key from the rest of the guys pretty much this whole time. Only really talking to them when were stopping somewhere.

Other than that, we’ve just been back in my little area. Fucking and watching movies. That’s it. But it feels completely amazing. I love being with Tristan and that scares the shit out of me. This world we’re living in is only temporary and I know it’s going to end sooner than later. The tour is already half over.

Arriving in Seattle, Tristan’s phone has been blowing up with calls and texts from Lux. He wants everyone in both bands to meet him at the hotel first before going to the arena.

Once we arrive at the hotel, I grab my belongings and stuff them into my bag. Tristan grabs his bag and reaches over to grab mine from me. Another simple gesture that I love.

Walking off the bus, Tristan grabs a hold of my elbow, stopping me. Turning around looking back up at him I ask. “What is it?” He leans in and kisses me softly before releasing me. “Stay with me tonight. In my suite.” I smile at him, then look back at the guys walking in. Not even waiting for me. They probably know I’m in safe hands with Tristan. Turning back to face him I know I should start putting some distance between us. But I can’t. Or don’t want to.

“Sure” is all I say and the corners of his mouth lift up. He drapes his arm over my shoulder as we walk in. Carrying both of our bags in his other hand.

Lux is in the lobby and I still at the look on his face. Tristan doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. His arm still draped over me.

Lux walks over in front of us and says lowly, “The conference room. Now!” Shit! I actually feel worried or something. Like a teenager that got caught cheating on a test or being picked up by cops. I start to sweat a little as we make our way to the conference room. The rest of the guys from both bands are sitting at the table. “What, no food?” Roger jokes but Lux raises his hand to him. “Not. Now,” he says as he rounds the table. Tristan and I take our seats at the front. Only seats left of course, right in front of Lux.

Tristan’s legs are too long to fit underneath comfortably so he pushes his chair back and sits lazily in it, folding his arms over his chest. He looks so calm and cool right now. Like some bad boy. But me, me on the other hand am sitting straight up with my fingers laced and palms down on the table. Trying to look proper and shit.

Lux pulls a few magazines out of his brief case and slams them down in front of Tristan.

“What the fuck were you fucking thinking!” Holy shit. I never heard Lux say those words before, and yell them for that matter. I jump as he slams the magazines down. But Tristan doesn’t budge, doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Isn’t he going to check them out? Lux’s face is mad and I see Caleb’s fingers dancing across the table to pull one to him. But Lux slaps his hand down on top of it, stopping Caleb. Caleb starts laughing a little and Lux turns his glare to him. “This is not a fucking joke. Do you guys have any idea what the media has been saying since Minneapolis? Do you?” He looks around at all of us and notices me just sitting there. My tan skin must be pale because I feel like the shit was literally scared out of me. Lux’s face relaxes a bit. “I’m sorry, Sophia, but… What happened to you that night was awful, and I’m so sorry for you.” He glances back at Tristan. “But you can’t just fuck someone up when they do something to piss you off. You’re so lucky that guy isn’t going to take your ass to court. But believe he’s already tried. I got my attorneys on it yesterday. With their phone, someone recorded him hitting her.” He nods over to me. “But now, some of those fucking magazines are making you look like you go nuts on your fans for no reason. You have an image to uphold, and you must think before you act out, on any circumstances.” Lux looks back over to me and I feel so embarrassed.

“I’m not going to let some mother fucker touch her and get away with it Lux. You’d be out of our god damn mind if you think I’m just going to fucking sit back.” Tristan voice is starting to have that dangerous edge to it again. Lux looks down and shakes his head before looking back up.

“Tristan, you keep doing this shit, then you might as well kiss your career good bye. Like I said, good thing someone recorded this shit, because soon that footage will get out and shut those magazines up. But if it ever happens again, then it will just look like your one angry son of a bitch. And Sophia, from here on out, you will have your own bodyguard with you now, so hopefully none of this shit happens again.” Tristan sits up suddenly.

I shake my head at Lux. I don’t want some guy following me around everywhere I go. Maybe I should’ve thought of that before going into this career. I thought to myself. Shit.

Saying nothing, I look back down at the table. I can’t argue with him.

“Maybe you should’ve fucking done that before. You’ve seen how popular she was getting on the internet. Of course some fucking psycho was going to come out.” Tristan’s voice is eerily calm.

The internet? Yes! I totally forgot to see what the reviews on the band were doing. Every time I would remember to do so. I would get… sidetracked.

“Well, I can’t go back into the past, but now I can only try to make it better.” Lux looks at the rest of my guys. “And you guys be careful out there too. Just because your men doesn’t mean some idiot wouldn’t try something. After this tour is over, we will get you guys set up too.”

We finish our meeting and I slowly stand up. Feeling light headed from all of what just happened. I could so go for a joint right about now to calm my nerves. Tristan grabs my hand and we start walking out when I hear Lux clear his throat. Both of us turning around, Lux stands there with his arms crossed. “If you guys are… ” He gestures to us. “Something… Well, be prepared for that backlash, too. You should really keep it down a notch if this isn’t serious.”

Sitting on Tristan’s bed, I couldn’t stop my mind from wondering. What in the hell are we doing? I feel like I’m causing more harm than good to us, and for the rest of the guys. I didn’t even think of the tabloid shit. Quickly pulling out my phone, I skim through some articles. I didn’t have time for the ones that were saying positive reviews about my band or the negative ones either. After skimming for a few minutes, Tristan walks back into the bedroom. But I didn’t notice. My eyes were glued to my phone screen and my mouth pops open. Pictures of Tristan carrying me, passed out, down a hallway with nothing but my bra on. Shit! Must’ve been that night he was bringing me back to my room from my drunkenness display of cherry pie. Another picture of us at the pub in downtown Minneapolis with me sprawling out on the table. I didn’t mean for it to be sexual or anything. I just wanted to get a damn shot. But they sure made it look different. All the headlines with those pictures weren’t great either. First I’m some drunken groupie then the next says “Sophia Ariel of Dollar Settlement laying herself out for Tristan Scott, Lead singer of Undead Society.”

Tristan notices my reaction to my phone and grabs it from me. He looks down at it for only a moment then tosses it down on the bed. “Don’t read that shit,” he says to me and walks over placing his phone on the iDock he has set up. He presses a few buttons then turns around, facing me again. The music begins to play and Tristan is just standing there, with his shirt off. But I can’t shake the images of my photos on the internet. He saunters over to me and I can’t help but stare at him. He takes my hands and brings me to my feet, grabbing the hem of my shirt he lifts it up and over my head. Now we’re just standing there, both without shirts on staring at each other. The nerves I had from a moment ago are completely gone and new excited nerves begin to take over. He places one hand on my waist and brings me close to him and his other hand tucks a few strands of my fallen hair behind my ear. My hardening nipples rub against the strict confinements of my bra. Stone Sours Wicked Game remake starts to play next.

Tristan pulls me even closer to him and I rest my cheek on his chest. Closing my eyes and holding on to him with my arms underneath his, holding the back of shoulders, we start to slowly move to the song. I feel his warm breath on top of my head, moving my hair slightly. He starts to sing softly the song to me. I hold him tighter, feeling the butterflies take flight in my stomach. At least right now I can pretend that everything will be all right and none of that shit matters. That Tristan will always be there. He releases his one hand from my side and tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. He looks so beautiful right now, his eyes have this lost look in them. His breathing picks up. And he leans down and kisses me. Opening my mouth up for him, his tongue enters, stroking mine sensually. His taste is so incredible. I feel like I can get drunk or high off of it. Taking my arms, I wrap them around his neck and stand on tip toes. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed, lying me down gently.

“You’re so beautiful, Sophia.”

He whispers against my lips before kissing me again. I feel his hand slowly feeling every inch me as it works its way down my jeans. Too involved in our kiss, I didn’t realize that my pants were off. Tristan pulls himself off of me and kneels down at the foot of the bed. Taking a hold of my thighs in his hands he pulls them apart. Resting up on my elbows, I watch him. He starts kissing the apex of my thigh, working his way to my center. Slowly torturing me with feather light kisses and nibbles. Then I feel his hot breath on my swollen clit and he carefully pulls it into his mouth. Gently licking and sucking on it before he slowly starts to lick the entire length of me. I moan softly and my head falls back, closing my eyes tight.

“Look at me,” Tristan growls at me, and I move my heavy feeling head back up.

Even my eyelids are weighed down right now. I see my arousal on his lips and chin. And I want to look away again. But he doesn’t let me. He holds my stare with his as he begins to take me with his mouth again.

“Mmm… You taste so fucking sweet, my girl.”

And with those words and his breath speaking right on my most sensitive part, I come for him. He laps up my orgasm with his tongue inside me. I didn’t even notice when he unhooks my bra. I feel his tongue licking around my nipple taking each one into his mouth. When he was done with both, he starts kissing his way up. Feeling moist hot trails on my collarbone then the nape of my neck. Finally he reaches my mouth and I start to gently suck on his tongue. Tasting the sweet musky taste of my arousal on him only turns me on even more. And I know it does the same for Tristan. His moan is deep and low sounding like it’s coming from the back of his throat.

“Sophia” is all that he says before he thrust hard into me.

“Ahh… ”

I grip the sheets tightly, moving my head up and to the side with my eyes closed tight.

“Open those beautiful blue eyes for me. I want every part of you aware of me being inside that sweet pussy.” His jaw clenches and sweat starts to build at his temple. Staring at him as I feel him thrust in and out of me only makes me wetter. My stomach starts to tighten at my arousal for him.

“Tristan, I— I—”

“What, baby?” He cuts me off and begins to thrust even harder.

I can’t remember what I was going to say? This is unbelievably hot. Staring up at him like this, and him seeing me right now, is only making my body start to go over the edge quicker. I can feel his cock hardening even more inside of me and I love it. He keeps going with his rhythm when he asks me again.

“What is it, Sophia?” Shit! The way he says my name right now sends me over the edge. I finally close my eyes and let it take me. My blood runs hot and my muscles tighten around him.

“I’m not done yet, my girl. I’m going to take my time on this sweet pussy of yours tonight. I don’t ever want this to end. You hear me? Never.”

Tristan slows down his rhythm once he finds his release, and I feel his chest pressing hard down on my breast. Trying to catch my breath from my last orgasm, I can feel another one starting to build deep in me again. Something about his words just sends me instantly to a place of ecstasy.

Lying there in bed with his arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his chest, I inhale deeply. Taking his scent in, I’m filled with this strange feeling of hope. Hope that maybe Tristan and I could possibly be able to make this work. And I find that thought very comforting. I also find it very frightening.

Trying to push the negative thoughts in the back of my mind, I just try to enjoy this moment that I have with him right now. Tristan softly uses his fingertips to caress up and down my spine.

“What are you thinking?” he asks me.

Looking up at him I smile. Should I really tell him what I was thinking? Or maybe should I just keep certain parts out. “I’m thinking about how nice this is. You know, being here, right now with you… ” I just decided to get it off my chest. Hell, we’ve been getting a lot closer these past few days since Minneapolis than we were before. Even with just the fucking we were doing. Now it just seems more… More meaningful, I guess.

Tristan smiles softly and bends over to kiss my forehead. He holds his kiss there for a few moments before leaning back against the headboard.

“Good. I was thinking the same thing too,” he says calmly. I can’t believe we’re even here like this right now.

Propping myself up on one elbow, I stare at him. My hair falls down all around me, covering my breasts.

“Tristan? What are we or um… What is going to happen?” He looks puzzlingly at me, like I must have grown a third eye or something. Great! Shouldn’t said a thing. Now he probably thinks I’m one of those clingers or something. Tristan interrupts my thought.