The Wannabes Page 6

  “You’ll be sure to catch Mason’s eye tonight,” Stella cooed. Ryder watched a playful smile play out on Corbin’s face.

  “Mason?” he cocked his head to the side.

  “The lead singer of Filthy Wilma. Corbin’s got a lady hard on for him.”

  More competition, great.

  “Stella…” Corbin whined.

  “It’s true. Come on I want to get my dance and drink on. And Mike has already texted me a gazillion times.”

  “Mike?” Ryder turned to Stella.

  “The cowboy...duh.” Stella rolled her eyes at him. Ryder nodded, his brain was a foggy mess. He grabbed his cigarettes from the table and followed the two out. Corbin and Stella climbed into the backseat of his car and he caught a glimpse of Corbin’s thigh. He felt a surge in his pants and as he got behind the wheel he adjusted himself.

  “To Rebels, James,” Stella said in an awful British accent.

  “Christ,” Ryder muttered under his breath.

  Alex wasn’t kidding about the band bringing in a bunch of people. When they arrived at Rebel’s the parking lot was already full. There was a line of people waiting to get in and more cars were trying to find a place to park. Memories of Ryder’s band days flooded him. Scores of people lined up to see them play. He’d also signed many a t-shirt and breasts in his day.

  Now he stood in line amongst the fans. Women babbled incessantly about the band members. Each one plotting who they would sleep with if the opportunity presented itself. He lit a cigarette and considered going back to the apartment. When his eyes rested on Corbin, he immediately swept that thought under the rug.

  “Corbin, are you plotting a sex scenario with Mason, too?” He immediately felt like a dick when the words spilled from him. Why did he care? Corbin turned to him, her jaw dropped. She yanked her eyes from him and crossed her arms.

  “That was rude.” Stella punched him in the arm. He opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted.

  “You look so familiar,” a female voice said. Ryder turned to the direction of the voice and seen a scantily dressed blonde. He looked her up and down. He flicked his cigarette out into the darkness, and then put on his sly smile. The blonde moved closer to him eyeing him. “Oh my god, are you Ryder James?” Ryder nodded. The blonde rushed at him and wrapped her arms around him. He looked to Corbin and the moment their eyes met she quickly looked away.

  “Trina, it’s him!” the blonde shouted and another blonde appeared.

  “Do you remember us, Tina and Trina?” Trina squealed. Ryder looked from one blonde to another and then it hit him.

  “We were so sad when we heard Infected Whiskey broke up.” Tina ruffled his hair.

  “How could I ever forget the infamous Miller twins?” Ryder clicked his tongue. “Best 48 hours of my life.” From behind him he heard Stella huff. That brought him back to reality. He took a step back, but couldn’t avoid the twins as they each planted a kiss on each side of his neck.

  “Maybe we can start reliving those hours tonight,” Trina purred. Stella cleared her throat. Ryder uttered a chuckle as he turned to Stella. She too had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot. He placed his hands over Tina’s and slid them off his neck.

  “Maybe some other time, ladies. I am hanging with my friends tonight.” He gestured to Corbin and Stella.

  The twins pretended to pout. Then each pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

  “If you change your mind, just call.” They shoved the paper into his jean pocket. They each gave him a wink then went back to their spot in line.

  “Oh my God, its Ryder James, gag me.” Stella pointed a finger down her throat and Corbin giggled.

  “Fuck you.” Ryder flipped them off.

  “Infected Whiskey?” Corbin asked.

  “Yeah, lead singer.” Ryder nodded. He watched as Corbin bit her lip and began twirling her hair. He moved in a little closer, close enough to run a finger over her hand. He felt her shiver against him. “Cold?”

  Corbin shook her head and her curls bounced about. Ryder had to fight hard to not lean in and kiss her. He was ready to take her to the backseat of his car and have his way with her.

  “The line is moving, dipshits!” someone shouted. Ryder broke his contact with Corbin and shuffled on in the line. As they got closer to the door, he saw Alex and a bouncer checking ID’s. He stayed close behind Corbin; a couple times he bumped into her, blaming the crowd behind them. Each time she would turn and look up at him, her eyes were heavy with lust. Lust he hoped for him and not this Mason ass.

  Once inside, he watched Corbin make a beeline for the bathroom. He considered following her in, but got distracted by another bunch of women who barraged him. Tina and Trina had apparently informed half of the bar about who he was. He kept his eye on the bathroom the best he could, waiting for Corbin to exit. He began plotting a way to get her all to himself tonight.

  CORBIN CHANGED HER panty liner and flushed the toilet. She was definitely thinking correctly when she decided to wear them tonight. The ache between her legs made her momentarily consider ‘rubbing one out’ but her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of other women entering the bathroom.

  “Last night Mason and Reece showed up at Troubles and of course I was the first to notice. Needless to say, I took Mason home and kept him busy most of the night,” one of the women announced.

  “Ooh you’re so lucky.”

  “I heard he has a huge penis.”

  “And holy shit, Ryder James is here. I think I am going to try to take him home tonight.”

  “I saw him first at The Corner Tap. I almost had him but his goddamn sister showed up.”

  “Gah, I can’t stand Alex. She is so uptight!”

  Corbin opened the bathroom stall and tried to avoid eye contact. She turned on the water and began washing her hands.

  “Corbin?”

  Corbin looked up and met Sally, the bartender’s, gaze.

  “Hey Sally.” Corbin plastered on a smile.

  “You look…different.”

  “Contacts,” Corbin gestured to her eyes. She dried her hands and left the bathroom. The whores from Muscello were running rampant tonight. She quickly spotted Stella cozying up to Mike, and not wanting to become a third wheel, she squeezed her way through the crowd and found a seat at the bar. She sat down and waited until the Moses, one of the many bartenders, made eye contact.

  “Two shots of apple pucker and a captain and coke,” she shouted over the crowd. Moses nodded and made her drinks. He handed them to her and she downed both of the shots. “Start a tab, I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.” He gave her a nod and a wink. Moses was about 6 feet tall and his muscles bulged out from underneath his tight white shirt, which in turn contrasted his chocolate skin. She watched as he walked up to Alex and whispered something in her ear, making her blush.

  The intro of Down with the Sickness turned her attention towards the dark stage, the sexy sound of Mason’s gruff voice made her bite down hard on her straw.

  Do you feel that…ohh shit…

  The lights came on and there Mason was, dressed in nothing but a pair of skin tight jeans. Corbin cinched her legs together tightly.

  “Come on, let’s dance!” Stella yanked her arm. Corbin slid off the bar stool and grabbed her drink. Stella pulled her through the crowd and placed them directly in front of Mason. At first, Corbin just stood there mesmerized by Mason’s movements on the stage. With a nudge from Stella she began moving to the rhythm of the music. She kept her eyes on him, hoping to make eye contact. She watched as he slid his hands down his body to his crotch. He grabbed it and shook it at the crowd. When their eyes met he gave her a wink, his jet black hair was gelled up into a wild mess, and his deep blue eyes seemed to pierce her soul. The song ended and the crowd erupted into a roar. Corbin stood in place, as if in a trance. She watched as he talked the crowd up enjoying every movement his lips were making.

  “Let’s go do a shot!” Stel
la said and once again pulled Corbin through the crowd. On the way there Corbin saw Ryder talking with a bunch of people. As she passed by, he looked her way. He gave her a sly smile and raised his beer at her.

  “Mason so checked you out tonight.” Stella raised an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Corbin shrugged and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Don’t do that.” Stella removed the hair from behind her ear and gave it a little fluff. Corbin, in turn blew the hair out of her eyes. Stella rolled her eyes then ordered their shots. She handed Corbin hers then raised her glass in the air.

  “To new beginnings,” Stella announced. She clinked her glass with Corbin’s then they downed their shots.

  “Hey Moses, can I get a pack of Marlboro lights and a lighter?” Corbin shouted. He gave her a nod then gave her the items she requested.

  “Do you want me to go outside with you?” Stella asked. Corbin shook her head and made her way to the door.

  RYDER WATCHED AS Corbin exited the building, seeing no one follow her, he seized the opportunity in hopes to get her alone. When he walked out the door he saw her standing with a couple of younger girls. He turned to go back inside.

  “Ryder…” Corbin called.

  Shit

  He walked to them. Corbin held her open pack of cigarettes out to him. He took one and lit it.

  “This is my cousin Brylee and her friend Mia. Girls, Ryder James, lead singer of Infected Whiskey.” Corbin gestured to him. Ryder shook the girls’ hands.

  “Never heard of Infected Whiskey,” Brylee said.

  Ryder cleared his throat. “We broke up about a year ago.”

  “Oh I hate hearing that,” Mia said. The three turned away from him and continued on with their conversation. Ryder stood silent, smoking his cigarette and wished the other two would disappear. As he listened to Corbin talk about how sexy Mason looked tonight, he felt anger and jealousy filling up his gut. He threw his cigarette down and stomped it. He leaned towards Corbin.

  “You going back in?”

  “Yeah, in a few.” She gave him a quick glance then returned to her friends.

  Seriously, did she just blow me off? And why the hell do I care if she did?

  Ryder turned on his heels and trudged back inside the bar. Once inside he headed straight for the bathroom. He stood alone at the urinal, trying to rationalize what just went down with Corbin. He heard the door open and then someone locking it. He turned and saw Tina and Trina standing behind him.

  Oh Shit.

  “Hey ladies, what’s up?” He shoved his dick back into his pants. They looked at each other and giggled.

  “Tina and I were just talking about that awesome weekend we had with you,” Trina purred.

  “We would like to pay you back.” They approached him and kneeled in front of him.

  Oh fuck.

  They began working on his button and zipper. They pulled out his dick and gave it a kiss. He entwined his fingers in their hair. He swallowed hard, it had been months since he got laid. Now two hot chicks were on their knees in front of him, ready and willing to please him. He closed his eyes and envisioned Corbin on her knees instead of the twins; he opened his eyes and stared down at the twins as they worked their magic. He sighed and pulled away from them.

  “I can’t do this.” He shoved his hard as hell dick back into his pants and turned away from them.

  “Excuse me?” Trina huffed. She and Tina stood.

  “So I heard Ryder James is in the house tonight.” Ryder heard Mason say. Some whistles erupted.

  “Sorry.” He gave them a nod and unlocked the door.

  “Ryder are you here? If so, get your ass up on this stage,” Mason said loudly. Ryder took a deep breath then made his way to the stage and hopped up on it.

  “Well, holy fuck, you are still alive.” Mason wrapped a sweaty arm over his shoulder. “I do believe your fans want you to sing a little sumptin.” The crowd roared. Ryder smiled then took the mic from Mason.

  “Is that what you want?” he growled. The crowd roared again. He turned to Mason. “How about Closer?”

  “Closer it is!” Mason raised his hand up. The heavy music started. Ryder watched Mason weave through the crowd his arms draped over Tina and Trina. He shook his head.

  Fucking whores.

  He focused his attention on the crowd and watched as Stella and Corbin danced their way to him. They stopped in front of him, Corbin swaying her hips and mouthing the words right along with him.

  “I wanna fuck you like an animal!” Ryder screamed into the mic. He pointed to Corbin and watched as she pulled her already short skirt up her thigh a little more. He almost forgot the words to the song as he watched her dance.

  I got this.

  He finished the song and bowed to the crowd. Corbin and Stella whooped and hollered along with the rest of the bar. Ryder jumped off the stage, grabbed Corbin’s hand and hurried to the door. He looked around, a few people were milling about. Seeing an unlit area, he pulled Corbin into it. He firmly planted his lips on hers and gave her a deep intense kiss. The taste of tequila and apple pucker filled his mouth.

  “I want you now, Corbin,” he groaned in between kisses. He pinned her up against the building, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed against his hardness. He kissed her harder and slid his hands under her skirt and over her panties.

  This is it.

  Corbin began giggling, “That tickles.”’ She dropped her legs.

  “Huh?” Ryder panted. He reluctantly released his grip on her.

  “I need a smoke.” Corbin pulled her cigarettes from her bra. Ryder let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

  Maybe I should have let the twins finish me off.

  “Shit, I can’t find my lighter.” Corbin dug in her bra. Ryder pulled the top of her dress out and looked inside, then reached in and pulled out the lighter. He lit her cigarette and then one for himself.

  “I need to sit.” Corbin sat down.

  “A little buzzed?” Ryder sat down next to her. Corbin shrugged.

  “You did an awesome job on Closer tonight. Much better than that Backstreet Boys shit and Ice Ice Baby.” Corbin poked his chest. Ryder laughed.

  “Why did your band break up?”

  “I got stupid.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I fucked up. That’s a story for another day.” He felt Corbin’s fingers intertwine with his.

  “I bet you guys were amazing.” Corbin took a long drag from her cigarette. Ryder leaned his head back against the building and reached out and touched her lips.

  “I think I smudged your lipstick.” She in turn touched his lips.

  “I think you’re wearing it.”

  “Ok peeps. Here is a slow one for all you love birds out there,” Ryder heard Mason shout. The melody of I Remember You by Skid Row played out.

  “Oh...I love this song, come dance with me.” Corbin stood and held her hand out to him. He took it and followed her inside. The dance floor was packed. “I’ll be right back.” Corbin scooted towards the bathroom. Ryder stood and waited for her. Many girls asked him to dance but he turned them all down. Corbin returned, her beautiful lips redone. He took her hand in his and led her to the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck; he wrapped his around her waist. He held her close against him, the heat between them was almost overwhelming. He was sure his dick was about to rip through his jeans. She kissed him on the neck then placed her head on his chest. Ryder felt a tap on his shoulder. When he turned, he was face to face with Rob and a few other guys.

  Not now.

  “Let’s go outside.” Rob pointed to the door.

  “Rob, go away.” Corbin stormed off.

  “Haven’t you had enough today?” Ryder cracked his knuckles and placed his mind into battle mode.

  “That’s my girl you’re fucking around with!” Rob yelled.

  “Dude...I haven’t fucked her...yet.” Ryder moved his
face so he was nose to nose with Rob. Rob’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “She broke up with you, dickweed.” Out of his peripheral he saw Rob’s friends surround him. Rob said nothing. “If you want to go outside then it’s you and me. I took you down once today. I am sure I can do a little more damage to that shoulder. But remember you started this and I am going to finish it. ” Ryder gave him a jab and Rob winced. Ryder whipped around and headed outside. There he jumped around a little to get his cardio going. He clenched and unclenched his fists. He heard the door open and spun around. Corbin stood there.

  “Take me home?” Ryder took a couple of calming deep breaths then nodded. The car ride was silent. Ryder pulled out his cigs and seen he was out. He made a quick stop and bought a carton. When he returned the car, Corbin was passed out in the passenger seat. Her curls draped over her face and her legs were slightly spread, her dress was hiked up revealing her panties. Ryder moved her hair out of her face, and then ran his hand up her inner thigh.

  “Cold shower, here I come.” He threw the car in gear and sped off.

  “JESUS CHRIST, ALEX, get off my ass.” Ryder ran a hand through his hair. Alex had been grilling him for an hour about what went on with Corbin the night before.

  “I just want to know what happened,” Alex pushed him. Ryder turned to leave the room but Alex grabbed his arm.

  “Alex, you are really pissing me off.” He yanked his arm away then turned to face her and gave her a crooked smile. “Fine, I’ll give you a play by play of last night’s events.”

  “About time,” Alex huffed.

  “Do you want the PG or R rated version?” Ryder lit a cigarette and threw the pack on the table.

  “Ryder!”

  “Let’s see…” He tapped his chin. He knew he was about to make matters worse with Alex, but at this point he no longer cared. “I think the R rated version is a lot better. We arrived at Rebels, oh around 8. I waited in line and listened to everyone babble on about Filthy Wilma. Oh and the twins, you know my 48 hour relationship? Well, they were there. Later in the night last night they locked themselves in the bathroom with me, got on their knees and begged to suck me off.” He leaned against the sink and took a long drag from his smoke.