Page 5 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss (Soul Sounds Brothers #4)

Lucas

I wake up in my claustrophobic bunk, my whole body coated in a sheen of sweat.

Fucking Florida. We drove all night to make it to Miami.

Wish we were just fucking flying but tour buses make more sense and are overall more cost-effective.

They’re just a pain in the ass when I can hear Dylan snoring like a puppy and Jay facetiming with a girl in Florida he fucked last tour.

Concert tonight in Miami. Day off in Miami.

Concert next night in Orlando and then no time to chill, just straight on to Nashville.

New Orleans was a hit, Atlanta went off without a hitch, and a small impromptu gig in Tampa made Entertainment Tonight.

I’m dreading Miami, though. Last tour, Miami was the setting for one of our most infamous nights of partying.

Two days of partying nonstop, lots of drinking, and girls.

This was before everything… before my anxieties.

I’ve been hearing rumblings of the guys wanting to recreate that debauchery and I just hope I can finagle my way out of it.

Otherwise, these first two weeks have been incredible.

I’ve been so at ease with Mika always at my side.

She is just able to work her magic regardless of the situation and make sure I’m not trapped.

Not to mention whenever we’re not obligated to the tour, I get to actually see the cities, see the sights.

I’ve got a whole stack of postcards already for my collection from all the different things I’ve seen.

To be honest, though, Mika and I don’t have to do anything to enjoy ourselves. We get on really well. We can shoot the shit, laugh like crazy. She’s a fun girl. A crazy girl, but not in the way I’ve come to known them. She’s just totally herself. It’s awesome.

I check my phone to see the time, but I’m distracted by a text from Mika.

Beach day tomorrow! Get your speedo! ;)

I smile to myself. Bigger than I should for being alone and staring at my phone. She’s just a friend. A pal. A chum. A buddy.

Then why am I hard thinking about her?

Morning wood is a blessing and a curse. Blessing when you’ve got someone to enjoy it, curse when you’re waking up and thinking about someone you shouldn’t be.

Objectively, she’s a good-looking girl. Just because I can acknowledge that doesn’t mean anything.

But the longer I think about her, the more I can bend her into a fantasy.

I close my eyes and imagine what she’d do if she was here with me now.

Her pouty lips would curl into a mischievous smile. She’d reach under the covers and…

Aw, fuck. I’m touching myself now. I have to get this off my mind.

She’d probably whisper something dirty. She’s always got a dirty joke in her back pocket. And I’d laugh but wouldn’t quite be able to because her hand is working me so nicely that I already feel the pressure of pleasure inside my gut.

And I can picture her mouth around me. Swallowing me whole, taking me deep. Hungry and fast.

Shit . I try to steady my breathing so I don’t wake anyone up. It’s just so hard when I imagine her gripping my hips and moaning with my cock in her mouth. I come fast and hard when I imagine how it would feel to release my load into her mouth. She’d swallow it and smile.

I bury my head in the pillow next to me and gasp. Fuck, I’m gonna have to do laundry. Can’t have cum all over my sheets.

How old am I? Feels like I’m thirteen rather than thirty-three.

I try and wave off the thought of Mika in bed with me like it’s a cloud of cigarette smoke blurring my vision. However, I can’t get enough of her out of my head. She’s always at the edges.

Suddenly, the curtain next to my bed screeches open, revealing Jay, grinning at me like the fucking Joker.

I twist away from him toward the wall of my bunk. “Jay, what the fuck!”

“Good morning, sleepyhead.”

“Are you just being an asshole or are you waking me up for a reason? ” I groan, trying to adjust the sheets so it’s not at all obvious I’ve just been jacking off.

“Hmm… just being an asshole,” he answers. “You’re the last one up, king. Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!”

I push him away from the bunk and pull the curtain back closed. I bury my head in the pillow.

Fuck this.

When I see Mika later, I can’t help but be a little shy. I hope it just comes off as aloofness rather than disrespect. But from the moment she meets me at the tour bus and smiles her smoky smile, I’m overcome with the memory of coming to the thought of her.

That immediately drifts away when I’m reminded of the swaths of fans waiting to get into the venue and all of the people that will be milling about backstage during soundcheck. I never know if someone’s a hanger-on or has somehow finagled their way in by charming a security guard.

Mika seems to notice my nervousness. “You alright?”

I nod unconvincingly.

She casts a look over her shoulder. If there weren’t other people around, she’d probably reach out and touch my bicep to steady me or to give off the impression that people should back off.

I know we’re trying to keep this arrangement on the DL and I don’t want to compromise her job if that’s really what it comes down to.

I’ll settle for imagining her hand on me. That alone steadies my pulse.

Once we’re in the venue, we head to soundcheck and then we do the gig. We’re a little tired, I think. Getting used to life on the road again, having come down off that opening night high. It’s okay though, the audience still loves it. Luckily, at our worst, we’re still better than most.

Mika, though, is never at her worst. Her voice always sails above the fray, cuts just right.

I think she’s got the nicest voice out of the background singers.

It’s a shame that’s not her real passion.

She could really make something of herself.

Hell, I’d produce the record myself. I’ve even thought about asking the guys if they want to work in a song off our last album, ‘Vicky’; Kesha featured on the track so it would need a female vocal. I think Mika would do amazing.

After the show, we all retreat to our respective buses. I’m a little disappointed to see Mika go, but she pinches my arm and says, “Speedo tomorrow,” with a mischievous smirk.

Beaches in Miami are going to be teeming with people. I’m going to need to get good rest and really prepare for the onslaught that might happen. When I get onto the bus, the guys are already frantically changing out of their sweaty show clothes.

“Why are you just standing there?” Chase says, throwing a towel at me. “Jump in the shower! We’re going out.”

I catch the towel and shake my head. “Thanks, but y’all go out. I’m good.”

Chase exchanges a look with Jay who has already managed to freshen up in record time, having put on his trademark Hawaiian. “Man, come on,” Jay says with a smile. “You didn’t go out in NOLA.”

“So?” I ask with a shrug, taking a seat on the couch that extends down one of the bus walls.

“So, you’re missing out on all the fun!” he adds with a grin.

“I have plenty of fun onstage. That’s where I have fun,” I say coldly. I grab the remote control for the television of the bench beside me and flick on the TV. The local news is on and, even though it’s not usually my cup of tea, I fixate on it in order to tune out the rest of the world.

“When did you become a stick in the mud?” Chase asks. I know he’s trying to be funny, but it just gets my blood pumping faster.

My head starts to beat. I feel my chest constricting. “It’s just not a good night, okay?” I answer.

“It’s always a good night to party in Miami,” Jay says. “The venue arranged a whole afterparty, it’s gonna be–“

“Think about the girls!” Chase exclaims. “Think about the action.”

“Oh my god, is that all you two think about?” I growl. “That’s really fucking lame. We’re over thirty. Time to spend more time taking care of ourselves than chasing tail.”

Jay and Chase exchange a look. “I know what you need,” Chase says suddenly and then calls over his shoulder, “Dylan!”

Ah, fuck.

From the back of the bus, Dylan tumbles down the hall and out of the shower, only a towel covering his lower half. His hair is still sudsy with shampoo. “What? What?!”

“We need your help. Lucas doesn’t want to go out,” Chase replies.

“Lucas, baby, why don’t you want to go out? In Miami?? City of dreams?? You need to get some fresh air.” Dylan begins, gesturing with his hands so emphatically I’m afraid his towel is going to fall off.

“Apparently, Lucas has gone hermit,” Chase grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s getting frustrated with me. He’s been getting annoyed with me for months ever since I’ve retreated from the usual band antics.

Dylan tries again. “Okay, even I’m going out tonight. Please don’t make me suffer these two alone?”

“I hope you guys enjoy your night, but nothing will force me out tonight,” I say and anxiously get to my feet. My chest tightens more and more. I aimlessly pace back and forth.

“But we gotta go out! We’re the fierce foursome!” Jay cries.

Everyone sounds like they’re talking underwater.

“Fierce Foursome?” Chase asks.

“That’s what Entertainment Tonight called us,” Jay proudly announces.

Dylan’s voice comes through the fog. “Luke, what’s wrong?”

“All I’m saying is we gotta go out. As a team. Partying is like a sport and if you do it right, you can burn just as many calories,” Jay says. Chase pushes him on the shoulder and they playfight.

I feel Dylan getting closer and it’s making me feel hot, burning all over and not in a fun way. I feel like I’m being incinerated from the inside out. “Lucas–”

“Enough!” I say, feeling my pulse in my temples. “I’m not going out! Leave me the fuck alone!”

The guys go silent; in the background, a newscaster discusses an accident on the highway. I stare at the toes of Dylan’s shoes.

I try to catch my breath. “I mean…”

“Fine, then.” He lifts his hands in surrender. "But you know where to find me if you need me,” he adds retreating to go finish his shower.

I nod, but I can’t make eye contact. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Jay and Chase. They are staring at me like they’ve seen a ghost.

“Okay, man. We’ll…” Jay starts, “…see you later tonight then. Maybe. Who knows. You know Miami.”

Chase follows Jay out. I sit back down and put my head between my legs. I read online that this works sometimes. I wrap my arms around me and try to take deep breaths.

This is going to be a long tour if I can’t figure this out.