Chapter Eleven
Xander
"That had to suck," Linc says.
I'm sitting in a chair, elbows resting on my knees, head hanging, as I try to come to grips with the fact I just set my girlfriend up on a date with the guy who took her virginity.
"You have no idea," I mumble. "It damn near killed me, but she deserves better than not going to all of these events because I'm not there. Homecoming wasn't so bad because she came here and we role played."
"Dude. Stop. That's my fucking sister," Linc reminds me.
"Not like that," I laugh. "Just, we dressed up a bit, and I got this fake tiara and crown and we pretended we were homecoming king and queen. I played music and we danced. It was a good night. But winter formal. That's not something I want her to miss—not even for a pretend night with me. This is a dance that only so many get invited to and she needs to be there, even if it's not with me."
Jesse shakes his head. "You're a better man than me."
Ethan nods. "I get it, man. It's a good thing you're doing."
"Selfless," Ben agrees.
"It still fucking sucks," I tell them.
"I don't doubt it for a minute," Kennedy chimes in.
"Practice time!" Jerry calls out.
I blow out a frustrated breath.
"It'll all work out, Xan," Jesse tells me, resting his hand on my shoulder.
"It has to."
* * *
"Thank you, Chicago! You fucking rocked!" Jesse shouts out to the crowd. They scream back. "Until next time…"
With that, we all walk off stage so the headliner can get set up.
"That was kick ass," Ben shouts.
Within seconds we're surrounded backstage. Jerry's waiting.
"We have some VIPs in the party room," he tells us.
We've been through this before. VIPs in the party room means barely covered chicks throwing themselves at us for a signature… and a fuck. While Linc, Ethan, and I only stick around long enough to sign what they need signed, Jesse, Ben, and Kennedy hang out longer. I can't even imagine the number of chicks they've fucked or gotten blown by. Even if I wasn't committed to Tera, that would not be my scene.
Back on the bus, I grab the shower first. I'm sweaty and smelly and I need to cool off—in more ways than one. My adrenaline is pumping from the high I get on stage. It's a hell of a feeling knowing tens of thousands of people come out to hear us rock. I shake my head as I step under the spray.
"Don't use all the fucking hot water this time!" Ethan yells, pounding on the door.
"Stop doingthat!" Every time he bellows and beats on the door, he scares the shit out of me.
"Pussy!" he shouts back with a laugh.
"Fuck off!"
I wash myself and my cock is still hard. Adrenaline and missing my girl. I put some body wash in my hand then wrap my fingers around my cock. I stroke it slowly, wanting the vision of Tera in my head. I smile. There she is. She's so fucking beautiful. I think about the last time we fucked. She ripped my shirt off. She was hot and horny and she fucked me like she was on a mission. I rub faster, harder, gripping tighter.
She always, always grips me so tight, and sometimes it's hard for her to take all of me. When I switch up the angle, she moans and I'm balls deep. She loves it when I hit her deep. It sets her off. One night I got her to come four times in less than thirty minutes. Epic fucking night.
