WITH THE BOYS IN THE BAND
Marie Medina
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Vince couldn’t stand it any longer. Gripping the base of his cock more firmly, he began a slow jerk as he leaned back against the sink. He faintly heard someone knock on his office door, but he’d locked it as well as the bathroom door, so he wasn’t worried about being interrupted.
Though, as his mind filled with fantasies, he groaned at the thought of one person interrupting him. He smiled at the thought of their eyes meeting as he touched himself. All barriers would fall away if he could just get close enough to bring their lips together, to make a silent plea for what he desired most. Nothing would be more wonderful than finally seeing that perfect mouth wrapped around his cock. He stroked faster and harder, imagining what it would be like if that happened. Maybe tonight could be the night. Maybe he would finally find the words that had eluded him for so long.
His balls tightened at the thought, at the images he conjured. He teased the head of his cock with his thumb, pre-cum oozing from the tip as he worked it. His jerks increased, and he panted, feeling lightheaded. Just a few moments alone, just a touch, just a whisper of words—one way or another, he would make it happen.
He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out far too loudly as he spilled into his own hand. Yes, he would make it happen. He had no other choice if he wanted to preserve his sanity.
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Emerson signed his name, and then he initialed three times. He turned the paper over and signed again. With a deep breath, which failed to fortify him as the tax form in his hand made his eyes begin to cross, he signed and initialed two more times on the next page. Then two more signatures and three initials were required on the next piece of paper. Under that lay five pages stapled together, requiring him to initial throughout and then sign at the very end.
When someone walked back into the conference room, he said with unmistakable venom, “God almighty, if I ever see that lazy shit again I will kill him with my bare hands!”
The person stopped abruptly and to his surprise laughed. The beautiful sound, which always caught his attention, made him jerk his head up.
“I wouldn’t blame you. I’ve been filing and mailing and scanning documents for three solid days,” Alicia said as she pushed her tumbling black curls off of her face. “I’m so glad we’re almost done.”
“Oh.” He paused, feeling like a jerk for losing his temper in front of her, even if he hadn’t known it was she. “I bet you have been swamped. That must suck.” He rolled his eyes inwardly at his lame evaluation, but what else could he say?
She dropped down into a chair beside him and slumped over, her leg brushing his, which sent a zing of pleasure through his entire body. Obviously not seeing his evaluation as lacking in any way, she said, “It does. I need a vacation after this.”
“Come with us to Vince’s summer house,” he blurted before he could second-guess his instinct.
Emerson played keyboard for a metal band, Serration, with his high school friend Vince, and three guys they’d met in college, Mike, Tom, and Garren. Just a week earlier, Charles, their manager and accountant for the past six months, had abandoned them. At that point, they had realized two things: some, but luckily not all, of their money was missing, and none of their legal or operational paperwork was anywhere to be found. Contracts, booking records, royalty reports, tax records, and all forms of legal documentation, all were gone. Many important documents relevant to the last six months of operations, they suspected, had perhaps never even existed. Vince, with the help of his father and their family connections, had quickly located and hired a good team of lawyers and both a new manager and a new accountant for them. Except for being unable to find Charles, things had gone smoothly
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