He was talking to AJ about what they wanted to do. He and AJ, more than the other guys, had a hard time coming down after a show. Particularly a show that kicked ass. AJ was leaning against the wall, his arms and legs crossed. Shayna�s arms was wrapped around Nick�s, her head was on his shoulder. He loved the position they were in at that moment. He felt like her protector. He felt like she was depending on him. He looked down at her and he couldn�t help but smile. She was looking up at him like she was some fan and he was her idol. He winked at her,
�I love you.� Her face broke into a huge grin as AJ could be heard groaning,
�Oh please cut that lovey-dovey shit out.� He leaned down and kissed her. What was meant to be a short peck turned into something deep and sexy. Her tongue slipped out her of mouth and quickly into his. Their kiss was broken by AJ as he pulled them apart griping that it was something he didn�t need to see.
�I�m going to head back to the room.� She gave him a look of desire. He knew what she was trying to tell him. He smacked her on the butt as she walked off,
�I�ll be down in a minute.� She waved at AJ,
�Bye AJ. Don�t keep my man too long.� He shook his head as she winked and skipped off down the hallway. Nick finally stopped watching Shayna once she was in the room, only after she gave him another tiny wave, and turned to see AJ shaking his head at him,
�You�re pathetic. Are you going to be like this all tour?� He didn�t give Nick time to answer,
�You�re a whipped man.� He laughed and shrugged,
�Whatever baby. I got my girl. That�s all that matters.� It was all that mattered. He figured she was the one for him. Maybe there was always a little drama and misunderstanding between them but in the end, it wasn�t a big deal. It was over little shit. Shit that didn�t matter.
�Well as long as you�re happy.� AJ said as he pushed himself off the wall and slid his card inside the small slot.
�God knows you weren�t happy when you guys were apart.� He remembered that time in their lives. From the very beginning, whether he was able to admit it or not, he was miserable without Shayna. Although he did it, and enjoyed it to a certain extent, he hated the clubbing and partying. Hell, he questioned why he did it while he was in the midst of it all.
When Shayna was with her new boyfriend, that was the lowest for him. To see her move on and admit to him that she loved another man brought out so much embarrassment, anger and jealousy. He didn�t know what would finally happen with them but he knew, from experience, he couldn�t handle seeing her with someone else.
�What are we going to do?� He laughed and shook his head,
�I�m going to find something to do and you�re going to your room. If you come back,� He smirked at Nick,
�Then we�ll figure something out.� Nick rolled his eyes,
�Why wouldn�t I come back?� AJ shrugged as he pushed his door farther open,
�Well, if someone was in my room it wouldn�t be automatic that I would leave it to hang out with someone who�s legs were just as hairy as mine.� AJ�s way of answering things always made him laugh. He rarely said something straight up. He had to add something to it, make it different.
�Let�s go out�a club or something. I can�t sit in my room. You figure out where to go.� He walked down the hall and knocked on the door. Shayna opened the door, in a lot less clothes, and he walked past her kicking off his shoes along the way.
�You feel like going out tonight?� She shook her head no,
�Not really Nick. Can we stay in? Do you mind?� He did want to go out with AJ but he knew his friend would understand. AJ was the one who said he wouldn�t be back and after seeing Shayna�s body in her thong and her shirt he didn�t mind staying in with her. He wasn�t necessarily up for a marathon session but a good blowjob would relax him and allow him to get a good night�s sleep.
�It�s fine with me.� One thing he loved about his hotel rooms was the electronics. He wasn�t very demanding but one thing he required was a top of the line stereo system. He pushed the CD button and The Distillers blasted through the speakers. In the music world, Brody Dalle was a better Courtney Love than Courtney Love in his opinion. He had been playing the CD over and over. He did it a lot. Once he found a CD he liked, he played the hell out if until he never wanted to hear it again then it was time to move on to another CD. He listened to only two or three CDs religiously for about six months to a year before he moved on to the next group. Right now, his three CD set consisted of The Distillers, Avenged Sevenfold and The White Stripes.
�I�m going to take a shower. I�ll be out soon.� He walked in the bathroom and left the door open so he would still be able to hear the music. If he had a great CD on he could stay in the shower for a half hour easy, more if he wasn�t alone.
Suddenly, the music just stopped. The CD wasn�t over, he knew the last song he just heard was track number five. He stepped out of the shower and didn�t bother to dry off before putting on his robe. He thought maybe there was something wrong the stereo or the CD was messed up,
�Hey, what�s wrong with the radio?� He looked around the room and quickly his heart began to race. Standing near the stereo with a baton in her hand was Shayna wearing the skimpiest police uniform ever. He started at her feet taking in every inch of her. Those black patent leather knee high boots were hotter than he ever could have imagined. Usually those things looked cheap but on her they just looked hot. Her legs were decorated with fishnet stockings that were held up with those garter things. Her dark blue skirt covered practically nothing. It barely reached below her crotch. The light blue officer�s shirt, which even had a badge on it, was tied up at the waist and the top buttons were undone to expose a black lace bra and her breasts, that seemed to be sitting up at attention.
�What are you wearing?�
�My uniform. There was a noise complaint sir.� She repeatedly smacked her hand with the baton as if daring him to do anything. Her lips were shining with bright red lipstick. The kind you would see on a hooker standing on the street corner. He frowned at her but he couldn�t help but get excited,
�Are you serious?� She walked towards him, still smacking her hand with the baton, and he was actually a little nervous. She stopped half way and he continued to do the only thing he could, stand there in silence.
�Sir, I need you to step over here please.� He slowly followed her instructions and stood before her.
�You can�t play your music that loud, especially in a hotel with such thin walls.� He looked over at one of those walls and he seemed to snap to and get with the program.
�I�m sorry. What do I do? Do I have to pay some type of fine?� She licked her lips slowly as she nodded her head,
�Oh yeah. You definitely have to pay.� She threw the baton to the side � he was thankful, that thing scared him and he thought she might want to use it � and untied his robe. He was already standing at full attention and she immediately dropped to her knees. She took his penis in her hand and ran her tongue over it. He couldn't keep his head up; it fell back and he looked up at the ceiling as his hands gripped her hair and guided her head to the pace he wanted. He sighed deeply as he thought, this was going to be the best tour of his life.
