I crossed my arms over my chest as Alan looked at me. I was regretting my outfit choice now. My shirt was low cut and clung to me. I never wore it for Alan. He started to walk towards me and stopped next to me. He wrapped an arm around me and I tried to step away. I looked at the table where PTV were doing signings, hoping they were nearly done.
“You look good,” Alan told me. “Why haven’t you been to my bus lately? I’ve missed you,”
“I’ve had things to do,” I shrugged.
“Like what?”
“Things,” I shrugged.
“I text you and told you to come round,” he said. I pulled away from him and turned.
“I don’t have to do everything you ask, Alan,”
“You don’t talk like that when you're with me, Alyssa,” he smirked.
“It can’t happen again. It’s not going to,” I snapped. I looked over at Jaime and saw him finishing up. “I like someone,”
“And you didn’t like me?”
“You’re cool. But you know the only reason you’re here is because you think I’m easy. And I sort of am, just not anymore,”
“I guess,” Alan shrugged. “But he’d never have to know. Whoever he is,”
“I’d feel guilty,”
“What’s happened to you?” he questioned and smiled. I shifted from one foot to the other. Alan got close to me and grabbed my waist. I tried to struggle against him but he forced me against him and kissed me. He kissed me roughly and he grabbed my hand and forced it down his pants.
“Alan, no,” I breathed. “I said no!” I growled.
“Let her go,” I heard Jaime warn. I looked and he was standing next to us. Alan looked at him and sighed.
“She just came at me,” Alan said.
“She didn’t,” Jaime said and pulled Alan off of me. I stumbled and clutched onto Jaime. He wrapped his arms around me and I breathed heavily into his chest.
“You okay, Lyssa?” Jaime asked softly.
“You’re joking?!” Alan laughed. We looked at him and Jaime looked back to me. “You’re welcome to her, man. Hope you know what you’re getting into,” he said. I turned away but heard Alan walk from us.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“You’re serious, right? You don’t want it from them,”
“No,” I shook my head.
“You wanna go back to the bus?” he asked and I nodded. We started walked across to where the buses were and I felt him looking at me.
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“Mike and Tony are with the Sleeping boys, and Vic has gone band whore hunting,” Jaime explained lightly.
“Band whore? You mean like groupie?”
“Aha, no,” he laughed. “Very different from groupies. Half of the time they don’t even like the band, they just want to sleep with us. You can spot them. They collect hook ups,”
“The ones hanging around after your set and signings?” I asked.
“That’s right. We see them as the best option if we want sex,”
“Oh, you do?” I said. He looked at me and nodded his head.
“I used to, like all the time,” he tried.
“You slept with a lot of band whores,”
“Kind of . . . no,” Jaime muttered. “I’ll just be over here digging myself a hole,” he said and hopped over to our bus. I rolled my eyes and followed him inside. The bus was empty and we walked through into the kitchen area. I stopped and Jaime leant down to kiss me. I sat up on the counter and pulled him close to me, in between my legs. His hand went up my top and I smiled.
“You make me so happy,” I breathed in his ear.
“You make me forget why I shouldn’t be with you,” he grinned. I jumped down from the counter and ran my hand down his chest.
“Can you forget for a little bit longer?” I teased.
“I’ll try,” Jaime said and smiled. I kissed him again and we slowly walked through to where the bunks were. He pulled my shirt over my head and threw it down onto his bunk. I undid the button on his jeans and slipped my hand inside. “You sure you want to do this?”
“I want it,” I breathed heavily.
Jaime led me into the back lounge. I pulled him close to me and forced his shirt over his head. Then I stood back to look at him. He was perfect. I went to pull down my shorts but Jaime did it for me. I slipped my underwear off and was pushed down onto the sofa behind me. Jaime took off his bottom half and climbed on top of me. He started kissing my lips, cheek, jaw and collar bone, then he went to my breasts, my stomach and my hip.
“You’re beautiful,” Jaime said breathlessly.
“I’m not,” I shook my head.
“Why do you think that?” he stopped.
“I’m so screwed up, Jaime. The way I deal with things makes me such an ugly person inside,” I explained softly.
“How do you deal with everything?”
“You know, I’m just a whore. I can never undo that,” I gasped.
“You’re a whore, and I still think you’re beautiful,” Jaime muttered softly. I smiled and felt him come closer to me. He was hovering over me. Jaime lined himself up to me and inched my thighs further apart. Then I felt him gently force himself inside me. I gripped onto his shoulders as he started moving, his slow gentle thrusts becoming harder and faster. He was moaning against my skin. "Lyssa," Jaime said gruffly.
But then something happened. The door to the back lounge opened and Jaime looked around. “Shit, sorry, dude,” Vic said. But I looked around and saw a group of people behind him. Vic saw me and glared, his eyes cutting into me like razors. “Get the fuck away from my sister,” Vic rushed angrily.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Alyssa finally got with Jaime. But now everyone knows. What will Vic do? What will Jaime do? What will Alyssa do? Any predictions? :)