Page 3 of Long Live The King


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Eric

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I’ve done a lot of difficult things in my life—completed rehab, played through a ninety-minute show after tearing my rotator cuff during the second song, even managed to walk away completely unharmed from a motorcycle accident that should have taken my life. But leaving the most beautiful woman I have ever fucking seen alone in my dressing room when I know she’s stripping down to nothing but her underwear, is at the top of that list.

I roll my neck and take a deep breath before pulling my phone out of my pocket and calling Dani, requesting that, despite what that woman had said, she needs to get me one of every type of hot beverage she can think of. She tells me she’s already at the Starbucks down the street doing exactly that.

“And this is why you’re the best assistant on the planet.”

“Remember that when I ask you for a raise when this tour is over,” she teases.

Pocketing my phone, I follow the sound of the guys’ laughter mixed with the steady and unmistakabletap tap tapof a ping pong ball hitting against the table.

I collapse onto the couch beside our bassist, Kevin, and follow his stare to the table where Max, our guitarist, and Josh, our lead vocalist, are in the middle of what looks to be a close match.

“Is it true you pulled some poor frozen woman off the street when you got here?” Kevin asks.

“Word still travels fast, I see,” I say, crossing one leg over the other and resting my ankle on my knee.

“What’s she like?” Josh asks, absolutely crushing the ball onto Max’s side of the table and tossing his paddle to the surface. “That’s game, by the way.” Max groans and sets his paddle down on the table before making his way to the couch facing the one Kevin and I are currently occupying.

“She’s…” I trail off and scrub a hand down my face. Gorgeous. Mysterious. My future wife. “Quiet,” is the word I finally settle on.

“What’s the story?” Max asks.

“Nothing crazy. I was walking up to the doors and saw her huddled against the side of the building. She was soaked to the bone. I asked how long she’d been sitting there, and she said three hours.”

“What the fuck?” Josh says, laughing. “Three hours in the freezing rain? Why?”

I shrug. “Based on the little information I have it appears she has floor seats and was in line to make sure she got on the rail.” I pick a piece of lint off my black jeans and flick it to the floor.

“Seven hoursbefore the doors opened?” Kevin says. “That woman deserves some kind of medal.”

I laugh. “She flat out refused to come inside at first. Said she couldn’t leave her spot. Something about a bucket list.”

“She hot?” Josh asks, wagging his eyebrows.

Is she hot?That’s like asking if the sky is blue. She’s…beyond words. Porcelain white skin, full lips, and icy blue eyes that pop against her jet-black hair. I was royally fucked the second her eyes met mine.

“You going to fuck her?” he asks. “If not, can I?” Unexplained rage seeps through my veins at his words. “Or, you know, since I’m single again, we could always share her. Been a while since we’ve done that,” he says with a wink.

“No,” I say through clenched teeth.

“To which option?”

“All of them,” I say, standing as I see Dani walking down the hall toward us, a tray of drinks in her hand. “You’re a life saver,” I tell her as I take the tray from her.

“Those for us?” Kevin asks.

“Touch them and lose your fingers,” I say over my shoulder, already on my way back to my dressing room and the woman who is hopefully still inside. I turn to Dani and ask if she’s been back into the room yet, and she shakes her head. “Can you go in ahead of me? I want to make sure I don’t walk in on her if she’s still changing or something.”

Dani walks ahead of me while I pause in the hallway. She returns a minute later carrying the stack of Ty’s wet clothes and giving me the thumbs up. I enter the room, setting the tray of drinks on the table in front of the couch where Ty is sitting.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I had Dani get one of everything she could think of.”

She looks over the tray of drinks, turning a few in place so she can read the labels. When she finally settles on one,she takes a long sip and lets out a moan that goes straight to my dick.