Page 3 of Love Defies Us

Making love to them with their words.

Inking their words into their souls.

Being the rock gods that they are.

Felix

It’s the same shit, different day. We’re having band practice in Easton’s basement. Easton sings through the mike. And Aurora, Azrael and I play our instruments like it’s the last time we’ll do it.

I slam on the drums hard as the rhythm vibrates through my blood and syncs with my heart.

But for some reason I can’t concentrate because I have my mind set on a five-foot-four that’s more sassy than Regina George from Mean Girls. Sadie Bennett. She’s more beautiful than a rare painting that catches every freckle. Those almond eyes, soft supple pink lips, ivory creamy skin tone, and very curvy body can bring a man down to their knees.

I’m a liar, hypocrite, and thief. I own those titles fair and square. I stole Sadie’s journal.

As soon as she went to the bathroom during the meeting, I snatched that shit and tossed it in my bag. I’ve been wanting her since she signed up to be our manager seven months ago. Since my schedule is crazy, I need a warm hole to park my dick in until my next tour starts, and Sadie is the perfect candidate. She isn’t like most women that wear their emotions on their sleeves, and she doesn’t get emotionally attached to people. She’s too obsessed with her dad’s business which is A-OK in my book.

I’m not like Easton, the band leader, who has to cramp my dick in everything that has a pussy, and I’m not like Azrael who likes to fuck with women’s emotions. Because a) I want my dick disease-free and b) It’s not right to treat women like shit.

My morals are more questionable than the OJ Simpson murder case but my conscience, well, has its own brain and wants to do whatever the fuck it wants.

I wanted to know what Sadie’s thoughts were.

I wanted to know what’s in that brilliant mind of hers. I appreciate women who are smart so that they can challenge me. And not the airhead groupies that want to get a taste of my dick so they can brag to their airhead friends.

So last night, when I got home, I read the first half of her diary. I read her thoughts on fashion and global shit. You know, chick’s shit.

I read her filthy thoughts about me. The ones where she wrote about taking my cock in her mouth, coming down her throat. Or how she wanted me to slide my dick in her ass and come on her tits. Sadie is a filthy girl. As a woman that comes off assertive, outgoing, and sassy, I didn’t think she was a virgin. And fuck, she wants me to pop her cherry. Knowing that she hasn’t been with anyone else makes my dick harder than metal.

Normally, I don’t do virgins. Most of them want more, they want someone they can be in a serious relationship with. And right now, relationships look as appealing as watching granny porn.

But that’s what Sadie would be to me, a dirty fuck. I don’t do relationships. Period. Ever since I caught my ex-girlfriend, Mae, on her knees sucking off my uncle, and ex-manager, Brody in the living room that we once shared. And instead of fighting for us. She went on and on about how he made her happy and gave her the attention that she deserves. Our relationship was more of a joke than the Jerry Springer show. I was publicly humiliated when the media got their greedy paws on the story. They twisted and dragged my life through the mud.

Fuck Brody. Fuck Mae. Fuck the media. In that order.

We finish the last song of the day from our current album,Love Defies Us. I rest my sticks on my lap. Easton has a band set-up, and when we are not on tour, we have practice here every Saturday. Stale chips permeate the air, and the floor is sticky like someone drenched the carpet in syrup. A torn and tattered red couch is across the room. Easton needs to get off his lazy ass and clean up the place. This basement has seen more ass than a strip club.

“This is the shittiest rehearsal ever,” Azrael says to me, and his tone is rough as sandpaper.

He sets down his guitar and removes the cigarette from his ear. He props it between his lips, lights it, and inhales the nicotine into his lungs likes it’s the best thing on the planet. Then he blows smoke through his nose and a cloud of white smoke fogs the air. He isn’t as ripped as me but he’s toned. His skin is mocha.

“The last two rounds sucked. My cat could have played a lot better than you.” Easton frowns at me. He hits the switch on the mike and places it back on the stand. He’s an evil bastard and a world-class dick. He makes Hitler look like a saint. He’s angry at everyone and everything and shits on anyone who gets in his way. His kind of anger makes him depressed.

I keep my facial expression blank and my shoulders tense. Fuck Easton for always expecting perfection out of people.

“Cut him some slack, Easton.” Aurora’s voice is softer than fine silk, and she shakes her head so hard that I think it’ll snap from her neck. “What mood are we gonna get today? The crazy one? The broody one? Or the angry one?” She tucks her pink guitar behind her back and grabs her pink skateboard, decorated inTokidokistickers, from next to her book bag, tucking it under her arm.

Aurora is a skater girl at heart. Her body is tiny, but she’s very curvy with a round ass. A nose ring shaped like a flower is stuck in her right nostril. Her eyes are the color of wet concrete and her skin is pale as ice. And her baby-doll face looks young and innocent. She’s from New York City and fresh out of high school, and a jailbait in my opinion. I don’t fuck women younger than twenty-one. My motto is “If you’re not old enough to drink then you’re not old enough to ride my dick.”

“The ‘I don’t give a shit’ mood,” he mocks in her tone as he shoves his fingers through his coal black hair. He looks like a dehydrated pale vampire. He relaxes on the couch. “I don’t need to get in his ass, but I need to get into yours. Why the fuck you kept getting off-key last night? The purpose of your job is to be on rhythm.” He rakes his eyes over her small tits and her face. His eyes eat her up like candy. Her shoulders stiffen and her face turns redder than blood.

Why does he love to give her shit? I don’t know. Everyone and their momma knows Easton wants to give her dick. Azrael puts out his cancer stick in the ashtray and watches them like a hawk.

“I had a shitty week, okay?” she says through clenched molars. “Now, leave me the hell alone.”

“Listen here, Sunshine.” He plucks her skateboard from her hand and sets it on the carpet, then he yanks her down on his lap. Her breath hitches, and she swallows hard. He grips her chin. They play this cat and mouse game with each other. Watching them interact reminds me that I haven’t had pussy in a month. The last time I got my dick wet, I was drunk and slept with a groupie. I don’t remember her name nor face. Just remember she could suck dick like an experienced porn star.

“Get your head out of your ass or we’ll replace you faster than you can blink. We have millions of fans counting on us to deliver them great music. You’re not performing at the trailer-trash dump that you were born in. You’re doing big things and going big places.” He cocks his head to the side.

---