Page 64 of Queen Of Clubs

Despite the past few years, I care about these guys; they were my family once. And a part of me wants them to be that for me again.

I’ve kept my heart closed off for so long, told myself it was because I didn’t need anyone. Didn’t want anyone. When reality is, I didn't close my heart to everyone, just anyone who wasn’t them. And when Calvin came into my life, he found a way to peek over that wall, and it scared me. Because as sad as it is, I was saving my heart for the boys who stole it long ago. I didn’t think anyone else could find a way in. But here we are, and I have no idea what’s going to happen now.

THIS MORNING HAS BEEN insane. When I woke up, Everett and Griffin were showering and rushing around the hotel like a couple of chickens with their heads cut off. Zane was still nowhere to be found, and apparently, he wasn’t answering his phone.

It didn’t take me long to realize just how hectic a rock star’s life is on the day of a big concert. As the day went on, I followed them around like a puppy, not sure where to go or what to do, before we went to the venue where they had wardrobe and stylists waiting for them. I’m fascinated by the whole process, seeing the guys get fussed over like they are famous people. Because they are, and it’s crazy to think this is all real.

As I take in everyone around me, I see that I’m not prepared for tonight. Not that anyone can expect me to be. It’s not like I planned on coming here, I didn’t have much say in the choice. Or any for that matter.

I didn’t think to pick up an outfit at Walmart to wear to a rock concert. “What's wrong?” Everett asks as I look around at all the crew, feeling out of place as we get ready to head over to sound check.

“Just realizing how much I don’t fit in,” I say, looking down at my jeans and hoodie.

Everett chuckles. “First off, you look good in anything you wear.” He grins, grabbing a piece of my red hair and twirling it around his fingers. “And two, my sweet Tiny girl, did you think I was going to leave you without the chance to dress up for the concert? Not that I think anything is wrong with what you're wearing right now, but I wanted to give you some choices.”

He’s looking so damn sexy dressed in ripped jeans, a black shirt with massive armholes showing off all his tattoos. He’s got a bit of eyeliner on his lower lids, and his shaggy black hair is all messed up like he just had sex. Maybe he did, because I do remember seeing Everett and Griffin coming out of the dressing room bathroom looking flushed.

“Here.” Griffin hops off the makeup chair he’s in and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the bathroom. He looks just as sexy as Everett, but he doesn’t have any eyeliner on, dressed in an old worn band tee and black leather pants. “For you, my sexy Jelly Bean.” He grins, holding out a shirt.

“Really?” I laugh as I look at the shirt he gives me. It's a band tee... for their band.

“Do you know how sexy it is knowing our omega gets to be our sexy little groupie?” Griffin smirks, biting his lower lip as his eyes slowly devour me. My belly swoops, and I try not to react to his appreciation for me.

“I love it, thank you,” I laugh, placing the shirt on the sink. He continues to stand there and stare at me. “Can I help you?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Go on. Get dressed.” He nods toward the clothes.

I gape at him. “Leave so I can,” I huff out a laugh.

“Oh, come on. Just a peek. Please?” He pouts, clasping his hands together in front of him.

The thought of Griffin seeing me naked sends a thrill through me. What's a little tease?

“I’m not even wearing a bra.” I raise a brow.

His eyes light up. “I don’t mind at all.”

Of course, he doesn’t. I sigh, shaking my head with a grin. Eager little puppy he is. Grabbing the hem of my sweatshirt, I watch his eyes grow with excitement. “Fucking hell, Jade.” He lets out a pained groan as I pull it off, my tits bouncing free. “You're fucking gorgeous.”

My cheeks heat as my nipples tighten at his words. He lets out a low, rumbling growl. I gasp, a shiver racing down my spine as my belly warms and slick gushes free.

He reaches for me like he can’t help but cop a feel. “Hey,” he protests as I slap his hand away. He shakes it out, glaring at me.

“Look, but don’t touch.” I laugh, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over my head.

“You're no fun,” he pouts.

“Be a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you later.” I wink.

“Really?” His eyes light up.

“Maybe.” I shrug, spinning around and leaving him there in the bathroom with a hard-on that I find myself wanting to take care of.

“Is he here yet?” Gianna comes busting into the dressing room like a bat out of hell. She looks stressed, eyes wild as she glances around the room.

“I’m going to assume you're asking about Zane?” Griffin asks, joining me at my side.

“Yes, Zane. Who else?” She glares at him. “He won’t answer his phone. He’s been missing all day. I swear to God, if he misses this show, I’m going to lose my shit.”