Belonging to the Band

Chapter 1

Chapter One

They are mine.

While we might share a groupie with each other or f**k them on our own. It’s always each other that we come back to. The girls, the fans, the attention… They’re all just part of the show — a very fun f*****g part. But the real part of us is where our true passion resides.

I am theirs and they are mine. If we believed in such things, we would be a holy trinity of sin and seduction with each other.

The music grows louder through the speakers, and the bass thumps loudly as I start strumming on my guitar. Lover beats at his drums and we find the rhythm of our first set on the stage. Soon, King joins us, singing out to the crowd and playing up to the crowd so that they’re drawn in by the allure of us.

They cheer for us, their screams pierce through the smoky air like they are trying to worship us. Lights grow brighter, showing them our masked faces, our bodies draped in dark tight fitting clothing.

It creates an atmosphere that’s alive with energy and I can smell them. Smell the arousal that clings to the people in the crowd. How much they want us, how easy it would be to bring one of them to the back rooms. To f**k them up against the wall, feet away from where anyone could see us.

Fuck, just thinking about it has my d**k twitching to life. King grips the mic stand and looks back at me. His eyebrow twitching up beneath the mask as my desire hits him.

His lips curl into a sexy smile as the chorus starts and I move closer to him. Playing my guitar while our bodies press against each other and we sing into the mic.

His hand grips my ass, squeezing my ass cheek hard before he turns back to the crowd. I shred my guitar, moving my fingers across the strings with a practiced ease that only years of devotion can bring. King swings his hips, leaning into the mic as he croons out lyrics that send our fans into a frenzy of screaming adoration.

The stage vibrates under my feet, pulsating with the rhythm of Lover’s drums. His timing is perfect and the sound of our music is primal. Feeding into those raw desires that everyone wishes they could give into. It seduces the audience into a state of surrender and bliss.

All of it makes me feel like a f*****g god and I soak up the feeling. There is nothing better than this.

***Sandra POV***

My phone let out a chiming sound and I rolled over. Trying to fall back asleep, I had closed out the restaurant last night and stayed late to clean up after. I was exhausted and today was my day off. A day which I planned to use to catch up on some much needed sleep.

Another chime sounded out and I let out a groan. Reaching across the bed until my hand hit the small nightstand. My fingers moved against the grainy wood, searching for my phone until I found it. It chimed again and I brought it to my face, squinting at the screen as I pressed the icon to open up my texts.

Heather’s name flashed across the screen and I sat up in bed, looking at the screen.

Heather: Call me, ASAP.

Heather: Sandra, I need help. It’s an emergency.

My heart sank as I read those texts. Had something happened to her daughter? Were she and Kari okay?

I thumbed through my contacts until I found Heather’s name and pressed the call button. Holding the phone up to my ear as I brought my other hand up and started to chew on my thumbnail. She answered on the first ring.

“San, thank god you picked up.” She said, all breathless like she had been running.

“Are you okay? Is the baby-” I trailed off, unable to ask if anything had happened to her daughter.

“Kari is fine. She’s at home with her dad.”

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling some of the tightness in my throat loosen up. My hand fell to my lap and I took in the sunlight streaming into my small bedroom through the gaps in the blinds.

“What’s the emergency?” I asked, dragging my fingers through my hair.

“My delivery driver quit on short notice.”

“You knew this was coming.”

“That doesn’t mean that I was prepared for it to happen today. Sarah is out on maternity leave. I thought Dylan wouldn’t quit until she got back. Did you mean it when you said you’d help me?”

“Of course.” I said, already knowing that if she had asked me to help her dispose of a body, I would. Heather was my best friend and she had helped me out of a bad situation, moving me out of my shitty apartment and halfway across the country to get away from my ex. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to repay that favor back to her.

“Good, can you be here at three to handle a delivery? All I need you to do is pick it up and then handle the setup and then you’re free.” She said, the tension in her voice easing a bit.

“Sure, I’ll be there. You sure you don’t need me earlier than that?” I asked, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. The cool air of the room prickled against my skin, making me shiver and long to crawl back beneath the covers.

“No, you’re a lifesaver, San.” She said and I could hear the rustling of papers in the background. “I don’t need help with the other delivery. This wouldn’t have been an issue if I hadn’t double scheduled myself with two big orders.”