Road To Whatever (Perfect For Me Book 1) by Blue Saffire

the door startling me. I jump from the bed and pull my towel closed. Rage’s eyes widen as he takes me in from head to toe. “Oh sorry, I should have knocked. Babe, you have got to get dressed. We are loading up and we have to go.”
    “Okay,” I murmur and push my hair behind my ear.
    Rage huffs and backs out of the room to leave closing the door after him. I decide on a pair of fishnet stockings with random gaping holes. Over those I shimmy on a pair of mini shorts that do little to cover my cheeks, a red and black satin corset to match my now red streaks. My spiked calf boots for some height, finishing it all off with a couple of bike chains hooked to my shorts. I slip on my charm bracelet that reminds me of the days when Rage was not a jerk. A knock at the door tells me I am still not moving fast enough.
    “Come in,” I call.
    “Hey Kitten,” Chris smiles. “Babe we can’t wait. They’re unloading your bike you can meet us at the bar. I just came to get your bags.”
    “Oh okay,” I reply, rushing over to my luggage to zip it all closed.
    “Is this everything?” Chris asks.
    “Yeah, I think so,” I muse looking around the room. “I’ll bring my backpack with me.”
    “Hey, you okay?” Chris asks looking my face over. He drops the bags he had and places his hands on my waist, pressing his forehead to mine, and then placing a hand gently at the nape of my neck. “Don’t do this to yourself Kitten. If he doesn’t come it’s his loss. You’ve tried for two months now.”
    “I know,” I say just above a whisper.
    “Can we please get the hell out of here,” Rage yells.
    I pull away from Chris to see Rage narrowing his eyes at us. I turn to the mirror to start on my hair. I can feel Rage’s eyes still on me but I will not turn to look at him.
    “Dude, stop staring at her and help me get her bags, geeze,” Chris chuckles.
    Rage snorts and grabs a few of my things before walking out. “Don’t be late for the show,” Rage calls back over his shoulder.
    So I guess Mitch’s talk was useless.
     
    ~B~
    I can’t believe I am going to be trapped on a bus with the sex kitten herself for two whole months, this is going to suck. She is all I think about, all I want and it has me feeling like I’m going to lose my mind. I have tried not to think about her, not to want her. I haven’t been with another girl since I’ve met Kitty. Not that I haven’t tried twice and each time I ran from the girl like she was on fire.
    Sure I could have been an ass and pretended in my mind to be with Kitty just to get off, but if I am going to think about Kitty during sex I want it to be with Kitty. Those eyes, those lips, the way she feels when she is in my arms. I know I totally screwed up taking that first girl home. I noticed when Kitty started to look at me differently and that’s when I started being a total jerk.
    I was supposed to stay away from her for the sake of the band but things have just been so wrong since Kitty’s birthday. The first performance after was a disaster. Since then it has been great for the fans but the way Kitty teases me on stage shreds me to pieces and I’m no better because I play just as dirty flirting and singing every song with her in mind.
    Wanting her as bad as I do when she looks at me the way she does, is killing me. The night she lost it on me, over the guy I handed his ass for touching what belongs to me, was no better. I grabbed another groupie with a bigger rack and this time a nice ass too. Nothing change, Kitty was all I could think about.
    I’ve thought about kicking her out of the band so I can finally claim my girl but we have never sounded this great without her and she writes awesome music. Then there is the fact that the guys and Mandy love her, and we need her. They would all hang me by the balls.
    All I want is to make her happy. I know my crazy shit is not helping but it drives me insane that that douchebag hasn’t called her in two months and I had to abandon