Releasing her from the kiss was hard, but not as hard as my cock. I needed Cyn and soon, she was killing me. Her cheeks were pink, her lips swollen, and her pupils dilated in her huge emerald eyes. She was breathing hard like she’d just been running, talk about a turn on. If that didn’t mean she wanted me as much as I wanted her something was fucking wrong with this world. I’d talk to herlater after the show, and hopefully she’d agree or I was going to have a fuckin’ huge set of blue balls.
“Sorry, I’ve got to go.”
“Yes, go…” she said her voice raspy with emotion. She looked a little shell shocked and I hated leaving her but I had a show to do and I promised myself I’d make it up to her later.
Following Terrance, I met up with the guys just as we were herded onto stage. The crowd was insane, and I was quickly lost in the music. Song after song had the arena on their feet and the flashes from the phones looked like stars twinkling in the blackness of space.
I concentrated on interacting with the audience and the band, trying hard not to see if Cyn was watching. It was the first time I ever had trouble focusing on stage, but there it was. Just the thought of her in my mind managed to fuck me up, or at least tried. Toward the end of our first set I gave in and was relieved to see her standing there singing along with everyone else.
We were on fire, even the girls were into it; singing and dancing around the stage with their mics. It was the most fucking incredible feeling to stand in front of all those people and heard them sing your lyrics and scream your name. Better than any drug ever.
It was over way too quickly, at least for us, I think we could have gone for another two hours without quitting. We’d decided to doChasing Lovefor our encore and the crowd loved it. They were on their feet and cheered through the entire song, singing along. Stuffed animals, panties, thongs and beach balls all ended up on the stage. There was so much flying on stage we had to duck and yell incoming a few times. As the final notes faded away the crowd was on their feet screaming, it was fucking overwhelming. I hoped I’d never forget how great this was—never get to the point where it was just another concert in another city to another crowd.
“Good night, Philly! Thank you.”
Rage hurled a pair of drumsticks into the crowd and I threw some picks. Wrath tossed his shirt and so did Fury. The lights came upbefore anyone ended up naked and we ran off stage, grabbing towels from the top of the amps as we went by. “Fuckin’ hell that was incredible,” I yelled as we had a group hug backstage.
Amped up from the rush of the show, I couldn’t stand still. I wanted to do another set or run a marathon, anything to get rid of some of the adrenaline.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, man. That was amazing. It’s never been like that before,” Flame shouted. It was still way too loud to hear each other talk, and Terrance was already trying to herd us back toward the suite for the after party.
I didn’t see Cynda anywhere but I figured she’d meet us back at the dressing room. I wasn’t prepared for the wall of groupies when we made it to the hallway.
“Fuck. Terrance, how’d they all get back here?”
“Backstage passes. They won them from the local radio station.”
“Shit.” There had to be at least forty screaming women, most of them barely dressed. I looked over my shoulder, and theguys were stoked. It was going to be one of those nights—too much booze and too many women. They’d be barfing in the morning.
“Hey, make sure the girls are okay, I don’t want them getting hurt. These women are fuckin’ insane.”
Nodding, Terrance dropped back to stay with Candy and Sweets. At least they’d be safe. No one would touch them with him there. We pushed through the sea of women and into the dressing room. I didn’t want to deal with it, I was high from the performance but these women wouldn’t take the edge off, I needed one woman and I couldn’t find her anywhere.
I couldn’t run out right away either, I had to have a drink or two with the fans, and hopefully escape without anyone noticing. Wrath worked his way over to me.
“Isn’t this fucking fantastic?” he screamed in my ear. It was so loud there was no other way to hear anything. The suite was packed wall to wall with people—mostly women—and already drunk.
“It’s fuckin’ crazy.”
He laughed, “C’mon, bro, you can take your pick of any of them and screw their brains out. Take your mind off everything for a while.”
“No thanks. I’ll pass. I’m not into this, you know that.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying. You need to get fucked, you’d be a hell of a lot happier.”
“I’m working on it.”
He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “Cynda?”
“Yeah, got a problem with that?”
“Fuck, no. Just surprised. I was teasing you, didn’t think it was serious.”
“I didn’t say it was serious, but I want her and I’m going to try hard as fuck to get her to give in.”
“Good luck.”
“Thanks,” looking around the room I saw Sweets staring at me. She knew I wouldn’t do any of the groupies and I usually ducked out as quickly as I could after the party started. “Hey, don’t tell anyone, okay?”
