Free Blush (Rockstar #2) by Anne Mercier

crowd continues to go crazy. Sera hands her her mic.
    “One last song, Portland?“
    The crowd yells out their affirmation that they want more, more, more.
    I look at the guys who just grin and nod their heads.
    “One more song,“ I agree.

    “HOW DID YOU hide my mama?“ Lucy asks as she hugs Regina tight. I'm about to answer her when some fans come barreling up.
    “Oh Jesse,“ the blonde one purrs, running her hand over my chest. Her fake tits nearly falling out of her skintight halter top, her pants obviously a size too small, her makeup caked on, and her lips painted fire engine red. She's the farthest thing from attractive as I've ever seen. Even with beer goggles she'd be one I'd pass over.
    Her friend, a brunette, who is a little more conservative with a tight Falling Down tank top and tight jeans, starts rubbing her equally fake tits against my chest. Now her I might have gone for.
    “What can I do for you ladies?“ I ask with a smile.
    Blondie thrusts a CD at me. “Can you autograph this for me? Pretty please?“ Her hand slides up over my arm, up my biceps to my shoulder and she leans in so her breasts press against my side.
    “Whoa,“ I hear Sera murmur.
    Xander groans. “And so it begins.“
    “Sure thing, darlin'. Who do I make this out to?“
    “My name's Darla and my friend here is Cindy. We'd be willing to share you if you're up for a little company,“ she bats her eyelashes.
    Her friend steps up and slides her hand over my abs and down to my belt loop where she hooks her fingers. I sign Darla's CD and hand it back to her.
    “What about you, sugar?“ I ask Cindy.
    She hands me a CD of her own and then asks me to sign her chest, just above her breast so she can have it tattooed. A bit aggressive but nothing I'm not used to.
    She hands me a Sharpie and I lean in to sign where she points. She pulls her top down, exposing both her breasts and I let out a chuckle.
    “There you go. Anything else I can do for you?“ I ask.
    “Yeah,“ Cindy breathes, leaning against me, her fingers unhooking from my belt loop to slide, palm down, over my hip straight over my cock. I stifle a groan. I'm still hard from Lucy's tight little body wrapped around mine. I need to shake these two off, maybe pass them off to Xander or Ethan, so I can get my wife alone. I've never needed anything more in my entire life than I need to fuck my wife right now.
    Before I know what's happening, Lucy is standing next to me, eyebrows raised as she eyes Cindy's hand on my dick. Fucking hell. I'm just so used to their aggression that I don't even pay it any attention anymore, but from the look on Lucy's face I don't think she's all that amused.
    Lucy crosses her arms over her chest as Cindy continues to rub her hand over my dick. It's doing nothing for me, her hand rubbing me, but Lucy sees that I'm hard and, fuck, she assumes it's because of this other girl. Shit. I've been hard since Blush started their set tonight. God damn it. I don't think this is going to go down very well.
    I know it for a fact when Regina Russo comes marching up, mirroring Lucy's pose, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, lips pressed in a thin line. The only difference is, Regina's toe is tapping and the tips of her ears are red.
    I am so fucked and not in the way I'd hoped to be.

 
     

    “A laugh, if purchased at the expe nse of propriety, costs too much.“
    —QUINTILIAN
     
    “OH, I DON'T fucking think so,“ I murmur. Just who do these skanks think they are anyway? I stand next to Jesse, who is doing nothing to deter this whore from rubbing her hand over his dick which, by the way, is hard. Fucking bastard.
    I cross my arms over my chest. He chuckles at this bitch and her friend who are rubbing all up on him. Just wow. Seriously? I just accepted this dickwad's proposal? He's supposed to be my husband and he's allowing this? Well, maybe I should allow some of the male fans to give me the same attention. Hmm. That actually sounds like a great idea.
    I turn