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  She knew it was only for one concert, but usually they talked before he went out with the band. The same temptations would be there. She had always told him to just be careful and not tell her what happened. She just had a strange feeling lately. He seemed to be pulling away from her.

  Dominic was avoiding her. He didn’t like how much she wanted to be at his place. He needed time to himself. When Jon reminded him about the trip, he was relieved for the few days away from her. He cared about her too much to just break up with her, though. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way. He had to come up with a plan.

  “I’ll miss you,” Gina told him softly.

  He leaned against the door. “I’ll be back sometime Sunday night, I think. I gotta get some rest, OK?”

  “Sure. I get it.” She could feel he had something on his mind. “Dominic?”

  “Yeah.”

  “If you need to blow off some steam, it’s OK.” She hated saying it, but would rather give him permission than have him cheat on her.

  He smiled and shook his head slightly. “Thanks.” He ended the call and looked at the ceiling, and asked, “Why can’t she be a bitch about it?” He did try to be faithful. After a few weeks of jerking off, he usually gave in and let groupies blow him. Sex, though, he tried to reserve for just her.

  He only had sex with one other woman in the last year; Noelle Young. She was the female singer of Winter Winds. Her band had been on Gasoline’s last tour. They connected and wound up having sex several times in February. He didn’t regret it, but felt bad that he hadn’t met her before Gina.

  Noelle was still special to him. He had gotten close to revealing his painful past to her. She got that deep inside of him. Every once in a while, she texted him, and it never failed to make him smile. He had hoped Winter Winds would meet them in Michigan, but no such luck. She told him that they had another engagement. However, she promised they would be at the Boston Festival Labor Day weekend. He couldn’t wait.

  Jon knocked on the bathroom door. “Dom, you taking first shift or second?” He was not the least bit tired, and they were sharing a bunk. They had all drawn straws to see who would sleep where. Tommy and Sam, Vince’s assistant, drew the longest and got a bunk for the trip.

  Opening the door, Dominic shrugged. “I don’t care.”

  “Hey, man.” Jon put a hand on his shoulder, knowing something was wrong. “You know you can talk to me.” He waited, hoping Dominic would open up, but he didn’t say another word. “Why don’t you take the first shift? You look like you can use the sleep more than me.”

  Dominic forced a smile. “Thanks. I think I’ll do that.” He walked over to his assigned bunk where Phil was taking a nap. He was Triple Threat’s other roadie. Dominic drew the curtain. “Hey, Phil, time’s up.”

  Phil jumped. Then he realized who was talking to him. “Oh, OK.” He was the youngest of the Triple Threat group at 21.

  “Thanks for letting me crash for a while, Dom.” Phil climbed down and headed for the kitchen to get a beer.

  The movie was still on in Tommy’s bunk. Crystal slept peacefully in his arms. He was disappointed, but he knew how to get just a little bit of relief. He put her hand down his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard cock. When she squeezed it, he moaned softly. Then he slid the fingers of his other hand under her panties. She gasped when he pushed two into her pussy.

  Dominic was still awake almost 20 minutes later. His mind was reeling. He needed something to help him get his mind off the situation with Gina, so he could see it clearer. A few beers did him no good. They may have made it worse. A barely audible moan made him turn towards the curtain. He rolled his eyes, knowing it was Tommy. That was the last thing he needed; to listen to him.

  Tommy still held Crystal’s hand, helping her give him a handjob while she slept. Silence was impossible, but he had his mouth buried in her hair, trying his best. He was imagining they were in his living room, while several people watched them fuck. He groaned while pulling her closer and pushing his fingers in deeper.

  “What’re you doing?” Crystal asked, confused, still not quite awake.

  Tommy’s teeth clenched, when she fought his grip. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop. Fuck…” He jerked faster, not allowing her to pull away. “I need to cum,” he whispered. “Unless you wanna blow me?”

  She looked down at his thick, seven and a half inch erection in her hand and tried not to be aroused. It was no use. He drove her up a wall. Then she felt his fingers inside of her. The angle wasn’t best to make her cum, but he seemed to be giving it a lot of effort. She moved a leg over his, so he could reach further inside. When Tommy gasped, she smirked, knowing what was next.

  “Fuck!” Tommy cried out as semen spurted onto his abdomen. He panted for a few minutes, then groaned. He hadn’t thought about a towel to clean up. He kicked his shorts off and used them to wipe up the fluid before tossing them in the corner.

  Crystal’s eyes roamed over his firm, naked body, admiring his tattoos. “Happy?”

  “For now.” He pulled her leg higher up his body and thrust his fingers in fully. “Your turn.”

  She bit her lip and held in a moan. His rhythm was quick and right on target. “Tommy,” she whimpered softly. Seconds later, she gripped his arm and buried her face into his neck. “God.” Her pussy throbbed and clenched, her entire body shuddering.

  “Better now?” When she nodded, he turned her to face the wall and wrapped his arms around her. Then his lips moved to her ear. “I wanna wake up with my dick in your mouth.” He missed having her around for daily sexual relief.

  She sighed, unsure why Giovanni agreed to her sleeping with him.

  Dominic punched his pillow, trying to find a way to get comfortable, but the stress was too much. After a few more sleepless minutes, he growled, “I need a blowjob, too, damn it.” He had not made time for sex with Gina in almost two weeks.

  Looking down his body, he stared at his aching, stiff cock, which was restrained by his pajama bottoms. The moans had turned him on. He hated when his body reacted to Tommy getting off. His hand slid down and rubbed the nine-inch-long shaft, trying to ease the pain a bit. It made his mind wander instead.

  He could feel Noelle’s pussy wrapped around his dick. Her slick heat gripped him as she came. Imagining himself buried deep inside of her, his hips lifted automatically. His eyes drifted closed. Before he knew it, he was jerking his cock, trying to stay quiet. He pursed his lips; it was damned near impossible.

  Noelle was the most amazing woman he ever met and masturbating to her always made him cum hard. He gripped the edge of the mattress while his back arched. His hand worked his cock faster, still feeling her. Somehow, he heard her moaning in his ear. He wanted to see her again, feel her and fuck her.

  “Noelle,” he softly whispered, lost in a fantasy of her. Then suddenly his body tensed. “Shit!” he cried out as semen spewed all over his bare chest and neck. “Damn it. I didn’t think of that.” He rolled his eyes as he encouraged a bit more fluid out of his dick, then laid back, exhausted and sated for the moment.

  When his limbs had sensation again, he partially sat up and checked the bunk for stray clothing. There wasn’t any. He moved the curtain slightly and peeked out. There was no one around. He jumped down and hauled ass to the bathroom. He groaned as he attempted to clean up the mess. There was cum in his hair, some even ran into and over his pants. It was pointless, so he took a shower.

  After drying off and getting a clean pair of shorts, Dominic walked to the front of the bus. All was quiet except for the television on the wall. He glanced at the sleeping bodies strewn all over. The only one awake was Giovanni. He sat on the couch, watching another action film.

  Giovanni moved over as far as he could so Dominic could sit. Chris Bradley, Triple Threat’s 25-year-old singer, was asleep half-sitting up next to them. “Hey. Can’t sleep either?”

  “Nope.” Dominic sighed as he settled down. “Too much on my mind. You?”
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  After glancing at the bunks, Giovanni looked at his hands. “I’m trying to be open like Crystal wants me to. It’s not so easy.”

  “I doubt she expected you to let her sleep in Tommy’s bed.” Dominic met Giovanni’s gaze. Then he decided to give him some advice. “Keep it simple. Make some rules, and stick to them. And don’t let her do stuff you can’t handle. You’ll resent it, and she’ll think you don’t care.”

  Giovanni nodded his head. “So, telling Tommy he can do what he wants was not so smart, I guess.”

  Dominic’s eyes opened wide. “You told him what?”

  “I said, just don’t fuck her. That’s why I can’t sleep. I keep imagining him all over her without me.”

  Shaking his head, Dominic replied, “He’s probably fucking her anyway. Take her into my bunk, and hold her tight. When Jon’s ready to crash, I’ll ask him to sleep on the air bed.” He slapped Giovanni’s leg. “Go get your woman.” He smiled as Giovanni stood and went right to Tommy’s bunk.

  A hand on his shoulder made Tommy turn. He was surprised to see Giovanni. “What’s up?” He pulled the blanket up a bit more, so Giovanni didn’t see he was naked.

  “I changed my mind.” Giovanni talked softly. “I’m taking her to bed with me.”

  Tommy groaned and lay on his back. “Damn, I knew it was too good to be true.” At least I got to cum. He shook Crystal gently. “Hey, babe—Giovanni wants you.” When she was climbing over him to leave, he slipped a hand under her pajamas and stroked her pussy through her panties. “You owe me a blowjob, babe.”

  “Maybe,” she mumbled and practically fell into Giovanni’s arms. She would much rather sleep cuddled up with Giovanni than Tommy. “Glad you changed your mind.”

  Those words made Tommy realize he wanted Crystal to sleep with him so he wouldn’t be lonely. The weeks she spent at his place made him crave a closeness he never imagined he’d want. She’d changed him, although he denied it even to himself.

  Giovanni nodded at Dominic as he helped Crystal into the bunk. Dominic smiled and nodded back. He liked giving advice, but liked it more when it was followed. He continued down the aisle to the back room. When he opened the door, he found Jon asleep on the air mattress. That meant he didn’t have to break the news to Jon, and he had nowhere to sleep.

  He grabbed a pillow from the closet and went back to the movie. Then he leaned on the pillow and relaxed into the couch. There was just enough room for him to be semi-comfortable, with Chris taking up half of it. Seconds later, he heard Crystal cry out. If the bus had not been so quiet, he might not have heard it. That meant Giovanni was staking his territory. Good for him.

  Chapter Two

  The bus arrived shortly after the support truck. Dominic stood and stretched. His back did not like the couch, but he knew he’d get over it. He heard scattered weary groans, so he was not the only one in pain. After changing into street clothes, he stepped off the bus to get some fresh air. The sun told him it was about noon; later than his day usually started. Not that he had a routine, but he liked to get an early start when possible.

  Jon patted his shoulder. “Sorry I took up the whole air bed. I crashed so hard.” He smiled, feeling well-rested. “I didn’t see Crystal. Is she OK? She’s kinda acting weird.”

  Dominic took a deep breath, not wanting to speculate. “I gave her and Giovanni our bunk. Maybe she’s just nervous.” He was positive there was something going on.

  “Move it!” Vince shouted as he bounded down the bus steps. The usually shy and quiet Vince became the voice of authority on tour. He was with Gasoline the longest, besides Sam, and had earned the crew’s respect. It was his ass on the line if they slacked off. He stalked a few feet away, men trailing after him. “This truck better be unloaded in two hours!”

  He was “Vince,” because he hated when anyone called him by his given name. His grandfather was “Vincenzo,” not him. Not many knew about the name besides Sam. They had grown up together, and at 30 were still hanging out whenever possible. In high school, Sam was a cool jock, and Vince was a music geek. Sam had beaten up more than a few people who teased Vince. When Sam asked Vince to take an open job with Gasoline, Vince didn’t think he could handle it. The pay and the promise of full-time work in the music world changed his mind.

  Sam, who had just come outside, walked right up to Vince. In the studio, Sam was in charge of the crew, but on tour or just a gig, he gladly handed over the reins. He had a lot of respect for his best friend of over 15 years. Unlike Vince, he had no talents but baseball. An injury in his senior year crushed that dream. After high school, Vince went to college and hooked up with the wrong crowd. He learned his lesson after his first and only arrest. Stealing cars is not a good career if you want to stay a free man. He was glad Jon gave him a chance; Sam proved how thankful he was as often as possible.

  “What should I start with?”

  Vince sighed. “Can you make sure Crazy Mike and Mike P. aren’t still asleep?” He put his hands on his hips.

  With a grin, Sam nodded. “Sure thing.” The two sound engineers were famous for sleeping in. “I’ll help them set up the monitors and shit, OK?”

  “Yeah, thanks.” Vince turned back to the truck. “You gotta be fucking kidding me!” He glared at T.J., their newest addition, who was throwing cables onto the ground from inside the truck.

  Watching Vince, Dominic smirked. He was glad Jon suggested putting Vince in charge of the entire crew. It brought him right out of his shell. “Who knew he could be such a dick?” He laughed.

  Shaking his head, Jon laughed also. “I gotta go see who’s here, and who’s not. See you in a bit.” He walked towards the building in front of them.

  When Chad rushed past Dominic, he grabbed his arm. “Hey, we need to talk.”

  “Can it wait?”

  Chad glanced back at the bus, with a look of agony. He had accidentally seen Giovanni and Crystal fucking. The curtain to the bunk they were in opened slightly at the wrong moment. It had only been a split second. He wasn’t exactly sure they were having sex, but they were definitely naked. His heart was pounding, and his stomach was turning.

  “Dude.” Dominic saw an odd look in Chad’s eyes. “You look like you’re gonna hurl. Relax.” He took a hold of Chad’s wrist and felt his pulse racing. “What the fuck happened?”

  Avoiding Dominic’s gaze, Chad replied, “It’s nothing. I’m just a fucking idiot.”

  “Crystal?”

  Chad met his eyes. “How’d you know?”

  “It’s always her.” Dominic felt bad he couldn’t let go. “You didn’t fuck her again, did you?” The blank stare on Chad’s face made him scowl. “What’d you do, nail her in the fucking bathroom?”

  Relief passed over Chad. He had assumed he’d been caught. “No. I just seen something I didn’t want to.” He sighed. “Look—I need a minute to myself. OK?”

  “Yeah, just don’t disappear. You guys go on at three, and there’s bands you should be meeting.” Dominic smiled, trying to make Chad do the same, but he didn’t. Chad just walked away.

  Sighing, he pulled out his phone. There were no messages, which was good. He did not want to deal with Gina. With a frown, he turned off the device. He needed the weekend to himself to decide whether or not to let her go.

  “Dom!” Tommy shouted as he stepped off the bus. He waited for Dominic’s attention. “Have you seen my sunglasses?”

  Dominic shook his head. Tommy was always losing something. “I saw them on top of the fridge. Dean probably hid them.”

  He sighed when Tommy disappeared again. That day was going to be long and lonely. With a glance at the crowd forming just outside the gated lot, he wondered if he should give in and fuck some chick. It might give him enough relief to get through the day. He scanned the women, but none appealed to him. Maybe I’m just not in the mood. Then he heard squealing. One look told him Dean was headed toward the group of girls.

  On the bus, Tommy was a bit too short to see over the refrigera
tor. He jumped up. Hearing a laugh, he turned. “What?”

  Crazy Mike let out another chuckle. “Did Dean hide something again?”

  “I guess.” Tommy rolled his eyes. Dean did weird things when he got drunk. “Can’t find my Ray Bans.” They were Tommy’s favorite pair.

  Crazy Mike, who was an inch over six feet, checked the top of the refrigerator, then the cabinet above them. “Got ’em.” He held them out with a grin. “You need to hide your stuff better.”

  “Yeah, thanks.” Tommy then mumbled, “Or Dean has to grow up.” He put the glasses on his face. “I’m gonna check out the girls.” Tommy passed Dominic on his way to join Dean. “Want me to snag you one?”

  Dominic shook his head. A random chick rarely turned him on. For a few seconds he tried to recall the bill for that night. They were headlining, but there were a bunch of other bands. He knew Wicked End would be there, as well as Hell Hounds. After another minute of memory searching, he only came up with Ace of Spades. There were probably others.

  Mostly out of curiosity, he walked around, looking at the buses parked behind the huge complex at Fort Custer. Not finding a band he’d forgotten, he started heading to the building they would play in but stopped when he heard a female voice call his name.

  “Hey, Dominic.” Crystal hurried towards him. She stopped in front of him, glad she found him. “Have you seen Chad? Jon called Giovanni inside to meet another drummer. Giovanni’s afraid to leave me alone.”

  Glancing at her short skirt and tank top, Dominic wondered how long it would take Tommy to try to nail her that day. Then he looked over her shoulder at Casey, their guitar tech, following her. He was someone she knew from the studio. “So Casey’s your designated sitter?” He let out a laugh. “Why do they baby you so much?” He had never understood why she wasn’t allowed to do anything on her own.

  She stared at the floor for a few seconds, and then met Dominic’s eyes. “They feel guilty.” She looked back and waved at Casey. “I’m OK now.”