Everything I Want by Natalie Barnes Page A

smiles. He’s wearing another suit; but this time, it’s all beige with a white shirt underneath. In his chest pocket, he has a white silk handkerchief. “How’s it going, everyone?” he asks, looking at each of us. We all reply with “good” and nod to him. “Let me just say again that last night’s performance was great. You guys and lady” He smiles at me. “killed it! So we are just beginning, and there will be way more shit to come. But if you guys keep this up like last night, and in time… Well, let’s just say the world will know every single one of you guys by next year.” He gestures toward the plane. “Get on. Undead is already in there. You will be sharing with them. Your equipment left two hours ago on a separate plane. And the rest of the crew is flying commercial. They will be in St. Louis this evening. Enjoy your flight.” He was walking toward his limo when he stops suddenly. “Oh, I have some other clients I’m meeting up with for dinner tonight. I will see you guys tomorrow at the show.” And with that, Lux ducks into the limousine and takes off.
    I’m the last one to step into the jet. It’s small. It has tan leather sofas lining the walls and a mini bar set up in the far left corner. There is a table in the far right corner, and beyond that, there’s a door that leads to a private bedroom. It’s light and airy everywhere in here with different shades of creams masking the walls and décor of the jet. I notice Gunner sprawled out on the right couch, grinning up at me with his arms crossed behind his head. “How’s it going?” He nods, but I can’t see his eyes with his shades on. “Fucking sweet! Booze!” Roger exclaims as he starts walking over to the bar. Can’t take him anywhere, I swear. I glance around for a spot to take a seat on. I’m still really tired and would like nothing more to do than pass out; but with nine guys in this small jet, it’s kind of impossible to really find a comfy spot.
    “Hey. Is anyone claiming the back room?” I ask loudly so that they can all hear me. Roger doesn’t even notice. He’s too busy making himself a drink. Fucking alcoholic! Jared and Matt take a seat at the table with Caleb and Dave. Gunner is on one of the couches, and Ryan is on the other; but Roger is making his way to sit next to him. I really don’t want to make Gunner sit up. I would feel kind of bad and bitchy to ask. Just then, Gunner says, “I think the back room is still free? Tristan is still in the pisser. So you better claim it while you can.” I smile at him and thank him for the heads up and make my way to the back room. I need to fucking sleep a little, or I will turn into a zombie. I need to get my body trained for this shit. Performing and partying.
    As I turn the door handle, I notice it’s unlocked. Phew! That’s a good sign. A bed all to myself sounds amazing. I turn the handle over and gently push my way through when I notice Tristan standing there. He’s removing his shirt over his head. I see each one of his muscles flex and tighten as he pulls his shirt off. Damn.
    Tristan’s upper body is now completely bare. I must look like a damn fool right now for staring, but I can’t pull my gaze away. He is a total Adonis. He has smooth, olive skin; and every muscle is rigged and defined at its best. I mean the guy has a freaking eight-pack! With a deep V that leads down… With just a dusting of dark chest hair on his defined pecs. His ripped jeans hang snug and low off of his narrow hips with just an inch of black boxers showing. He might be a jerk, but right now, he’s one absolutely fine ass jerk.
    I move my body quickly, pulling myself from my wandering mind and eyes. Damn. I’m so embarrassed. He’s just staring back at me with no expression on his face, but the look in his eyes seems to be surprised a little. It’s probably from me just barging in here, and I can only imagine that I must look like a damn goldfish right now for how my mouth is