Snake Bandit - YA Rockstar Page 4

  Eliza watched Freddie as he sauntered towards her. He was certainly in good shape – tall and lean with wide shoulders and slim waist from all the swimming he did. Also, it couldn’t be denied, he was extremely handsome. Not classically good looking, like Rocco, or Ethan for that matter, but beautiful. Freddie Price’s face was, she imagined, what an artist would paint if given the subject ‘Perfection’. He had brown eyes that were so dark and deep, they almost demanded that you look into them—a well of hidden depths that you had to discover. Even his eyelashes were picture-perfect; long, thick and dark, a look that Eliza tried to emulate by spending stupid amounts of money on mascara. His lips were plump and deep pink and he had cheekbones that no amount of shading and contouring with make-up most women could achieve for herself. He was gorgeous but, Eliza sighed inwardly, he wasn’t Rocco.

  “Hey, Lizzy,” Freddie said, with a huge grin. “Not seen you in ages.”

  Eliza narrowed her eyes at him. “You know I hate you calling me Lizzy,” she said with a hint of a smile.

  “Yeah, but you love me more than you hate the name, so I figure it balances out.”

  Eliza shook her head and pulled out a chair for Freddie. “You want to join us; Gigi is on her way?”

  Freddie screwed up his face and sighed. “Can’t sorry, got to take my little sister and my cousin to a roller-skating party. I’ve just called in to get a takeout coffee. That stuff they serve at the leisure centre tastes like mouldy socks.”

  “Not just me then that gets landed with looking after the brats,” Eliza said with a giggle.

  “Nah, unfortunately not. My mum and dad are both at dad’s shop today, stock-taking. Billy was supposed to take the girls, because Auntie Charlotte and Uncle Niall are off on some dirty weekend, but my cousin decided meeting up with skanky, Hannah Milton is a much better option.”

  “Ugh,” Eliza groaned. “What the hell is he doing with her?”

  Eliza thought of Freddie’s cousin Billy and knew he could do much better. Like Freddie he was good-looking, but in a more rugged way. With black hair and piercing blue eyes, he looked like his dad, a local solicitor—definitely favouring the Irish side of his parentage.

  “She’s an easy lay,” Freddie replied, raising his brows in surprise at her question. “Why else?”

  “Yes, I guess that’s a good enough reason,” Eliza replied with a shrug. “So how is Rosie, still mooning over my little brother?”

  Freddie nodded. “Yep. She and Bella, my cousin, are being very girly and squealy because he’s going to be at the party.”

  “Oh, yes, he did say he was going to some sort of party today. He’s going with two of his friends from school, I think.”

  Despite being children of rock stars, all the Dirty Riches kids had gone to school locally as their parents wanted them to have as normal an upbringing as possible. There had been some difficult times with the media camping outside the school gates from time to time, but as the band rarely did anything controversial these days, it meant each of the kids were able to attend school with little furore – even their classmates ignored the fact that their fathers were rich and famous.

  “Yeah, that would be Taylor and Finlay and they are ‘oh so fiiiit, but Harry Johnson doesn’t count because he’s practically a relation’.” Freddie said in a high-pitched voice and clapping his hands together like a seal. “I’ve got a fucking headache already and they’ve only been in my car for ten minutes—hence why I decided to leave them in it while I came to get coffee.”

  Eliza giggled, understanding how Freddie must be feeling. She was a girl, but had never been that sort of girl, preferring instead to brood alone in her bedroom, wondering whether Rocco would ever love her as she loved him.

  “Well, good luck,” she responded. “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely afternoon.”

  “Hmm, I’m sure I will.” Freddie rolled his eyes and curled his lip before breaking into a smile. “But there is one positive in all of this.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s Poppy Wright’s party and her mum is proper peng.” Freddie moved his hands in a circular motion. “Got the best fucking arse on anyone I’ve ever seen over the age of twenty, no lie.”

  “Freddie!” Eliza admonished amidst a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

  “Only at some things,” he replied with a wink. “Remember, Lizzy, you ever want to find out what I’m really good at, you just give me a call.”

  From anyone else that would have sounded corny, but from Freddie it was funny. He was loveable and charming and any girl who’d ever dated him had said he was kind, well-mannered and respectful—as well as pretty sexy.

  As Freddie turned to go and order his coffee, the door-bell tinkled again. This time it was Gigi.

  “Maybe see you at Ziggy’s one night,” Freddie said, and giving Eliza a wave and Gigi a brilliant smile, walked away.

  “Shit, he’s hot,” Gigi sighed, watching Freddie’s bum in his grey sweats.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Eliza watched him too and once more wished she wasn’t so hung up on the brother of her friend.

  “If Uncle Luke finds out why you want to help out, he’ll say no. You do know that don’t you?”

  Eliza blew on her second mug of hot chocolate, looking over the rim at Gigi who had just explained her plan for the summer.

  “But he won’t find out, will he?” Gigi grinned widely and swiped her finger through the thick cream on top of her drink. “He’ll think I’m doing it out of the goodness of my heart, for my darling brother.”

  “W-what does Rocco think?” she asked, her eyes averting from Gigi’s gaze.

  No one knew how she felt about Rocco, not her mum nor Dayna, her best friend from school. Eliza had barely said it aloud, ever, preferring to mull it over amongst the jumble of thoughts in her head. So, the last person she wanted to find out, apart from Rocco, was Gigi.

  “He’s all for it. Thinks I’m being a lovely, kind, sister who wants to help him out.”

  “Just be careful, Gee. Drayton Carmichael is older and more experienced than you. Don’t get yourself into a situation that you can’t handle.”

  Drayton Carmichael, the lead singer of Alchemy Dream, was Gigi’s crush and she was determined to meet him again. The first time she’d seen him was at Dirty Riches studio, Musica Records, where his band were recording an album. She’d been shopping in Manchester with her mum and they’d popped in to see Luke. Drayton had walked out of the bathroom straight into Gigi, who was literally and mentally knocked on her arse by him. He was gorgeous and Gigi fell in lust instantly with his messy blue/black hair, lithe figure and mass of tattoos. Drayton, it had to be said, simply apologised and carried on back to the studio. He may not have noticed Gigi, but she certainly noticed him.

  “All that press about him is probably crap anyway,” Gigi replied.

  “Gee, he’s photographed with a different girl every week, is supposedly a little too fond of the nose candy and has a penchant for rough sex. That’s quite a lot of stuff there for the press to be wrong about.”

  Gigi shrugged and without saying a word, told Eliza she didn’t give a shit.

  “And you’re only seventeen, he’s twenty,” Eliza continued.

  “So? Papa is four years older than Mum.”

  Eliza sighed, knowing she wasn’t getting through to her. “That’s different. Your mum wasn’t a teenager when she met your dad. She was a grown woman who’d already brought up a child. I just worry Drayton might take advantage of you – if he even notices you.”

  Gigi sat back in her seat. “Oh thanks, Eliza. How to make a girl feel confident about herself.”

  “Come on, Gee. You know you’re gorgeous and why wouldn’t he fancy you? But he may just see you as Luke’s young daughter.”

  “Which is why I wanted to meet you,” Gigi said excitedly, pushing her chair closer to the table. “I want you to give me a make-over. I want you to make me sexy.”

  Eliza groaned and dropped her head to the tab
le with a thud.

  Chapter 7

  Gigi was amazed that her plan had gone so well. She’d asked her papa about helping Rocco out and, after some deliberation and making Gigi promise not to do all the work, he finally agreed that she could work alongside Rocco for the summer.

  What she didn’t know was that Luke had been getting an attack of guilt around Rocco’s punishment. Not that he didn’t think he should be punished, because he certainly did, but he was worried about how the other guys had joked how hard they were going to work Rocco. At least if Gigi was there too, Rocco wouldn’t end up with exhaustion.

  “What will we be doing first?” Gigi asked Luke as he flicked through the envelopes in his hand, while striding down the corridor of Musica Records.

  “I’ll let you know when your brother has decided to stop hiding in the bathroom,” Luke grumbled. “Unless of course he’s having the longest shit known to man.”

  Gigi rolled her eyes and skipped to keep up with Luke. “Are, err, Alchemy Dream starting rehearsing today too?” She knew they were but didn’t know any details.

  “Oh fuck. Your mother is going to go mad.” Luke grimaced at the piece of paper that he was staring at. “I forgot to cancel the magazine shoot that Neil arranged.”

  Neil, the band’s manager, had decided that an ‘at home with Luke and Martha’, ten pages spread in Hello! Magazine would be a perfect way to start promoting the charity concert. Martha had been adamant it wasn’t happening; in fact, all the wives had been when Neil informed them that Luke and Martha were only the first – they were all going to be featured over the next four weeks. Luke had been told quite firmly by his wife that the shoot had to be cancelled.

  “Oh dear,” Gigi replied impatiently. “So, are they?”

  “Are they what?” Luke stopped walking and swung his gaze to his daughter.

  “Alchemy Dream. Are they starting rehearsing today?”

  Luke gave her a pained look. “I have no idea. They’re signed to this label, I’m not their manager.”

  “There’s a difference?”

  “Yes, Gigi, there’s a difference. You know that there is. You’ve lived around the music industry all your life.”

  Gigi shrugged.

  “Have you actually ever listened to me over the last seventeen years? Or even taken any interest in what I do, and if not, why the hell do you suddenly want to help this summer?”

  Gigi gave Luke a smile and gave him her puppy dog eyes. “You know I listen intently to your every word, Papa.”

  Luke pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I have no idea why I even bother.”

  He started to walk away, pulling his phone out of his jeans’ pocket as he did so.

  “Papa,” Gigi cried after him. “What are we doing today?”

  “The boys will be here in half an hour. Get your brother, make sure everything is set up in the rehearsal room and make sure there’s plenty of bottles of water, spare drumsticks, guitar strings, pics, towels and so on. Got that?”

  Gigi nodded. “So, we just need to set up one rehearsal room?”

  “Yes Gigi, we’re not likely to rehearse separately.”

  Luke suddenly began to wonder whether he’d made a mistake letting Gigi help. Rocco at least knew what was needed of him; he, Ethan and Eliza had always hung with the band when they’d rehearsed or been recording albums – that was until the boys had discovered what their dicks did. Since then, hanging around with their dads didn’t have the same interest. Gigi on the other hand barely acknowledged that she was from rock royalty and much preferred to spend her time with Martha, helping her to bake and cook. Another reason why Luke was so confused at her sudden interest. He knew his kids all had each other’s backs, but this was above and beyond for Gigi, particularly as he knew she hated Rocco’s sluttish ways.

  “Listen, sweetheart,” he said, turning around to face her fully. “Are you sure this is what you want to do all summer? It’s Rocco’s punishment and I know I said you could help him, but it’s not really your responsibility. I’m sure your mum or nonna could find stuff for you to do during the holidays.”

  “No!” Gigi cried. “I want to help. I need to start thinking about what I want to do with my life, so I need to explore all my options.”

  Luke’s brow furrowed. “I thought you’d already decided. Don’t you want to go to culinary school anymore?”

  Gigi swallowed at being caught out on her lie. “Well, yes,” she blustered. “I do, but I might want to specialise in the entertainment industry rather than restaurants. I just want to be positive.”

  Luke wasn’t sure he totally believed she wasn’t doing this for altruistic reasons on behalf of her brother, but what did it matter if she was. He was proud of her for caring so much.

  “Okay,” he said softly with a loving smile. “Go and find Rocco and get started. We’ll be in there for ten, on the dot, so make sure everything is ready.”

  “Will do, Papa.”

  “Oh, and Gigi.”

  “Yeah,” Gigi said, already on the half-turn to go and look for her brother.

  “Don’t let Rocco con you into doing all the work.”

  Gigi grinned, having no intention of it. As soon as Alchemy Dream started their first rehearsal, she’d be making sure they had everything they needed and Dirty Riches would be her brother’s problem.

  While his sister was trailing after their father, Rocco was doing the very thing he was being punished for.

  “Ah fuck,” he gasped, as the girl on her knees in front of him gave him a long lick, from shaft to tip. “That’s it. Just like that.”

  “You have a condom?” the girl, who Rocco thought might be in a band, asked.

  Rocco felt into the little condom pocket at the front of his jeans. He wasn’t sure that’s what the little half pocket was actually for, but he and Ethan had used them for that very thing from the moment they’d decided to lose their virginity. He put the silver foil to his lips, ripped open the packet and handed the rubber to the girl.

  “Here,” he said on a groan.

  “Thanks.” She put his dick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around and then released it with a pop. “I’m Maddy by the way.”

  “Rocco.”

  “Nice to meet you, Rocco. Although I already knew your name.”

  Rocco looked down at Maddy, with narrowed eyes. “You wanting to get an interview with my dad, get your band signed by my dad or even have a pop at seducing my dad?”

  Maddy let out a throaty laugh, letting her head drop back. “Fuck no. I’m Max Kolarov’s sister.” When Rocco showed no sign of recognition, Maddy rolled her eyes. “He’s the bass player in Alchemy Dream…they’re supporting Dirty Riches at the charity gig.”

  “Oh, yeah.” Rocco nodded. “Nice, so you, um, still want to do this?” He pointed at the condom in Maddy’s fingers.

  “Shit, yes. Sorry.”

  Maddy expertly covered Rocco with the condom and then sat back, leaning on her hands giving him a long, predatory gaze.

  “You need to come up here.” Rocco beckoned her with his finger as he reached behind him and pushed the various hand washes and lotions on top of the counter to one side.

  Rocco had gone to the bathroom purely for necessity, never for one moment expecting to be followed, but as soon as he’d exited the stall and seen Maddy leaning against the counter, evidently waiting for him, the first thing he did was move to the door and flip the lock on the executive bathroom.

  Maddy stood up and moved towards Rocco, swaying her hips and slowly undoing the buttons on her black and red plaid shirt as she did so.

  “Fuck,” Rocco murmured as Maddy let the shirt drop from her shoulders. “You are fucking perfect.”

  Her tits were high and round, with pink, pebbled nipples beckoning him. A short black, pleated skirt, rested on Maddy’s slim hips and when she lifted it up, Rocco could see that she was bare, in every sense of the word.

  “I hear you’re a bit of a rock star yourself,” Ma
ddy whispered into Rocco’s ear as she reached for his erection. “In bed at least.”

  “Now, who told you that?” Rocco leaned forward and pulled one of Maddy’s nipples into his mouth, sucking it so hard that it elicited a whimper from her.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasped as Rocco’s fingers moved to her wetness and slid inside her. “Now…oh God… now that would be telling.”

  Maddy was breathless, as Rocco inserted a second finger and made the same beckoning motion as he had a few minutes prior. He was touching her in just the right place and the pressure of what Maddy knew was going to be an epic orgasm was already building. As Maddy threw her head back, Rocco manoeuvred her around so that she was leaning against the counter, his fingers never once stopping from administering pleasure.

  “Get up there and open your legs,” Rocco whispered against Maddy’s neck.

  Doing his bidding, Maddy hitched herself up onto the counter and opened her legs wide. Removing his fingers, Rocco looked down at her wetness.

  “Yep, fucking perfect.”

  In one quick move, Rocco thrust inside Maddy and proved just how he’d got his reputation as a rock star.

  “Nice to meet you,” Maddy said, holding out a hand to Rocco. “Maybe catch up again sometime.”

  Rocco grinned and rather than shaking Maddy’s hand, kissed it instead.

  “Pleasure was all mine,” he replied.

  Maddy turned to walk away, with Rocco watching as she glanced, just once, over her shoulder, before rounding the corner into another corridor.

  “Where the hell have you been?”