Part 9 (1/2)

Resisting Temptation.

Jordon.

We've been on the road for two weeks. No matter how hard I've tried, and believe me I've tried every trick in the book, Brittan's still resisting every advance I've make. Normally, by now I would have had the woman I was pursuing underneath me every f.u.c.king night we've been touring!

Brittan is frustrating the ever living s.h.i.+t out of me.

She hasn't held back with flaunting her perfect f.u.c.king a.s.s and t.i.ts. I'd love nothing more than to slide my d.i.c.k between those gorgeous t.i.ts of hers and f.u.c.k them until I blow my load.

Thank G.o.d for the fine a.s.s we've had backstage after every concert, because if not, I'd have had to resort to jerking off. That is the last thing I want to be doing on a tour bus with three other guys closely bunked in around me.

The most f.u.c.ked up part is I have to picture how Brittan looked when I was giving her mind shattering o.r.g.a.s.ms just to get off. It's not like the chicks I'm banging are ugly, not by a long shot.

s.h.i.+t, I still have standards!

To top it all off, she walks around backstage acting as if I am f.u.c.king invisible!

I never chase a girl. Ever. They always chase me.

For the first time ever, I broke the one cardinal rule I've lived by my entire f.u.c.king life. I can't stop thinking about Brittan and how it would feel to f.u.c.k her every single night in a different city while on this tour.

How f.u.c.ked up is that?

I thought I'd be able to f.u.c.k enough chicks while on the road that I'd be saying, Brittan who? I never thought another woman would crawl into my head and refuse to get the h.e.l.l out. The last woman to do this, broke-up with me a week before I went on that Indie tour last summer.

There's nothing like having your girlfriend of two years tell you she's pregnant, and in the next breath say, 'oh, by the way; it's not yours'.

That was a f.u.c.king awesome way to leave on tour. I got over Kinsley pretty quick after I had a few wild nights with some Grade A p.u.s.s.y.

I figured I'd be able to say the same about Brittan. But two weeks and seven random f.u.c.ks later, all my d.i.c.k wants is to be buried inside of her.

f.u.c.k. Me.

Even on stage I can't get her out of my head. The one place I can normally escape from the world and get lost in my f.u.c.king music.

”You guys have been awesome! I am officially in love with Phoenix!” Zane shouts out to the crowd, causing them to erupt in whistles and screams so loud my eardrums vibrate inside my head.

I pump my fist in the air and stroke the strings on my electric guitar as I chant, ”Phoenix, Phoenix...” and my bandmates join in.

The crowd is eating it up.

You learn quickly that you need to treat a crowd of fans like you would a chick you're trying to get your d.i.c.k into. So every performance we stroke the egos of the fans at the concerts. Just like a girl would stroke the nice large c.o.c.k trapped in my tight jeans.

They love to hear how amazing they are and the more we tell them, the louder they cheer and the crazier they get.

I glance down at the mosh pit at my feet and lean down hi-fiving a few, causing a new riot to erupt inside the barricade. Bodies begin thras.h.i.+ng against each other as I fall to my knees in front of them and start playing a bada.s.s riff on my guitar.

A smirk plays on my lips, as I watch the chicks in the crowd go crazy. They get turned on faster than a guy in a strip club when they see my fingers teasing the strings of my guitar.

Jumping to my feet, I run over to Zane and whisper in his ear. I just got an idea that I think will definitely get Brittan's blood boiling.

One thing I love is getting under that girl's skin.

Zane flashes one of his mega-watt smiles that instantly cause women to drop to their knees, and beg to suck his d.i.c.k. Shouting out to the crowd, he asks, ”How about we do one of our favorite covers for you guys since you are so f.u.c.king awesome? Then we'll send Beyond Redemption out here to blow the roof off this mo'fo?!”

The crowd of thousands goes insane chanting Tempting Tomorrow over and over, sending chills over my entire body. I'm still trying to get use to the fact that people actually love our s.h.i.+t!

Zane runs around the stage telling Lawson and Jayson; who now, because Brittan said she loves Kingston, insists we all call him that.

f.u.c.king a.s.shole is crus.h.i.+ng on her too.

Zane lets them all know the last song we're going to perform before we end our night.

We all start clapping our hands in sync as soon as Zane's feet land back in front of his mic, and we start singing, ”whoa ohh whoa ooh whoa ooh ahh oooh ooh oohh...” and then Kingston and I start playing on our guitars as Lawson begins tearing it up on the drums.

As soon as Zane starts singing the first line, the crowd erupts with infectious energy and instantly begins singing along with him.

”Be careful making wishes in the dark...dark.”

I glance to the corner of the stage where Brittan and the other bandmates from Beyond Redemption stand during every concert, watching us perform. I flash Brittan a wicked grin and let out a low chuckle as I see her expression swiftly change from content to furious.

Oh yeah, baby. You may think you're the Queen of c.o.c.k Teases, but I'm the King of p.u.s.s.y and before this tour is over I'll have you wrapped around my c.o.c.k again, begging me to never stop.

Brittan Oh. My. G.o.d.

I cannot believe they're singing that song.

I'm trying so hard to be p.i.s.sed at him, but my body is betraying me and getting turned on! I can't take my eyes off Jordon's fingers as they play along to, Fall Out Boy, making me weak in the knees.

I wonder how many other women he's fingered to their favorite song and then played the very same song in front of a crowd of thousands as a way of f.u.c.king torturing them!?

Waving to the crowd, Tempting Tomorrow makes their way off stage. Nash, Holden, Casper and Levi all congratulate them on another successful opening. I can't stop shooting daggers at Jordon as he makes his way past me.

I'd love to smack that smirk right off his face.

I swear he is the only man that makes me want to turn violent. He evokes the worst in me but yet is the one man in years to send my blood boiling and my body panting all at the same time.

After being announced we all run out onto the stage, I step up to my mic and wave to the crowd, ”Hey Phoenix! Y'all ready to rock the s.h.i.+t outta this place?”

The crowd roars with chanting of ”Beyond Redemption, Beyond Redemption!”

I flash them an impish grin and ask, ”Did y'all love our opening act Tempting Tomorrow? They're pretty f.u.c.king bada.s.s aren't they?”

That gets the crowd going. They're all hooting and hollering now.

Laughing, I hold my hand up in the air and shout, ”Let's all give them a hand.” As I jerk an invisible d.i.c.k sending the crowd into a roar of laughter. I glance over to where Jordon and the guys are now standing and give Jordon a playful wink.