Eleven: Three Ways from Sunday
"Beer, you'll be fine." John reassured Sam later that night, passing her and Maria each a red plastic cup. He grinned when she eyeballed it, shaking his head when his girlfriend drained half of hers in one go.
"Gross!" Sam shrieked, sipping her own cup and pulled a face. That was disgusting. She had come out to one of the many spring break parties with her friends, trying not to get crushed as people danced and very glad she had worn her tan boots because they were protecting her toes.
"That's because they probably didn't pump it all the way." Chris chuckled as Samantha whipped around to face him with those wide eyes and dropped jaw. He promptly reached out, pushing her jaw back up to close her mouth. "Flies will get in, baby." He had a beer, canned, having brought his own and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Mind if I join the party?"
"Fuck no dude, the more the merrier!" John answered before Samantha could, not minding hanging with a rock star, even though he was more into rap and R&B music.
Chris was here. At a fricking college party. Samantha could only stare up at him, wondering which of them had lost their minds. Surely, the rock star had better things to do.
"You're going to get swarmed." Maria warned, nodding her head at some of the other students, who had realized who the hell he was.
Considering it got him hard, she doubted he'd mind.
Tonight, he wanted to relax and didn't want to be swarmed by countless people, so he'd brought backup. Security guards flanked them, blocking them in to where it was just him, Samantha, John and Maria around the small campfire John had made up on the beach. "Thank you, Benny." He nodded at his most trusted security guard and ignored the way Samantha was gawking at him. The people would get over him being blockaded soon enough and go about their partying, hopefully. "So, how's my woman tonight?"
"Since when is she your woman?"
"Since I've fucked her three ways from Sunday lately."
Maria didn't know whether to be amused, annoyed or concerned, maybe all three. His woman sure, for the week. And him being here was awesome but at the same time, had put a damper on the partying thing. She realized, it was probably like that all the time for him and bit her bottom lip.
Samantha was thinking along the same lines, staring into the fire as she ignored the look John had given her.
"Wait, wait, wait… rewind time. Sam?" Shy, sweet, already with a guy, Sam? No way.
"Okay Junior, I know she's with someone else and I could give a shit less since she doesn't like the guy anyway. Sorry, not sorry, if he's a friend of yours." Chris snorted, already knowing what he offered Samantha was far better than Paul Levesque ever thought about. "So, is this what you all do when there's a party going on? Just sit and sulk? You're supposed to be up dancing the night away, come on baby."
John wasn't friends with Levesque, the guy was a stick in the mud, but he wasn't entirely sure he cared for the older rocker either. "Hate to break it to you, dude, but your guards are keeping the party away." He snorted, taking Maria's hand and pulling her through the little guard ring around them and back to the actual party.
Maria shot them an apologetic look over her shoulder. John wasn't wrong but he didn't have to be a dick about it either.
That wasn't awkward at all. Samantha poured her beer out in the sand, she hadn't been planning on drinking it all to begin with. Beer tasted gross. "Chris, could you tone it down? I know you'll be leaving soon enough, but I'm not, and they're my friends." Not to mention, her reputation.
Now the grin was gone, and he was frowning, eyeballing Samantha, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Tone it down? Do you realize your 'friend' banged my entire fucking band behind that boy's back? And he doesn't know jack shit about it, does he? There's no 'toning' it down around me, Samantha. This is me and how it is, everyone wants a piece of me and, currently, my attention is focused on you. If you wanna go party it up with those ass clowns, go for it. I'm just gonna sit here with my beer and enjoy the ocean breeze. I figured I'd spend my some time with you before I leave tomorrow, but…" He shrugged, nonchalant as always. "Got a gig and it'll take a day to get there to set up and whatnot. You should be happy with that since I'm bothering you now. But I will be back Friday for the talent show."
"You didn't care that I had a boyfriend, so why does it matter what she did? We don't get to throw stones, Chris." Sam said evenly, watching as he dropped down into the sand and groaned, dropping down beside him. "I never said you're bothering me, damn it! But when you leave, I still have to live here and I'd rather my friends NOT be pissed at me because you have no fucks to give." She raked her hands through her loose hair at the look he shot her. "Quit glaring at me, I haven't done anything to you." And he was still glaring. "Fuck you too." Sam muttered, pushing herself back up.
"You've been there and done that already, not that I need to remind you." Chris flashed his smirk, seeing the exasperation and anger mixing on her face and folded his arms in front of his chest. "And let's be honest: You were planning on leaving that boy before I came along. I can see it in your eyes, you're not happy with Paulie boy and if you stay with him, you'll be nothing more than a trophy wife. I just hope Mommy dearest takes the news well instead of forcing you down the aisle since, families like yours, generally tend to do that. But hey, what do I know, right? I'm just a rock star after all. Sorry for ruining your night and the party with my existence. I'll leave you alone now, Sammy. Good luck on Friday." Chris whistled, gaining his guards attention and told them it was time to head out.
"What the actual fuck?" Sam watched as he got to his own feet, her cheeks flushed from anger more than anything else. How dare he throw her having sex with him in her face. "You really are fucked up, you- Hey, let go!"
"Away from Mr. Irvine, girl. Your time is up." Benny said flatly. When said girl kicked his shin with her steel toed boot, he shoved her down into the sand, trying not to curse or jump in place. That HURT.
And now she had sand up her ass. She was done with dresses. Sam wiped tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand, wondering where they had come from.
"Whoa, Benny, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" Chris demanded heatedly, shoving his guard back none too gently to where HE landed in the sand on his backside. His eyes were nothing more than blue fire and Benny actually swallowed hard, his hands up defensively. "Walk away. NOW."
He turned to stare down at Samantha and knew she probably didn't want him touching her right now, the anger flowing through every vein in his body. "Are you okay?" He asked in a deceptively low voice. Chris was pissed off, all traces of humor and lightheartedness gone.
"Besides sand in places it doesn't belong, sure," She muttered, watching as he hand moved into her line of vision and hesitated. After a moment, she reached out, allowing him to help her up. He was pissed, she could feel it radiating off of him and she knew it wasn't aimed at her. A moment later, she hissed and shifted. "And somewhat sand burned…" Mostly the backs of her thighs, she began rubbing sand off of her, wincing. "Chris!"
Chris had whirled to cocock Benny properly.
"Holy shit, he just decked his bodyguard!"
And now the other guards were trying to keep onlookers away as shouts of 'fight' went up.
"I really hate your friend." Chris muttered, glaring in Maria's direction and lifted her in his arms to where she wasn't in pain and her head rested against his shoulder. He made a beeline for the waiting car, not bothering to release her and held her against him on the drive back to his bus.
Bill was right; he did not like hotels at all and it would save money in the long run if he simply just stayed on his bus. Not that he had to worry about money, but Chris enjoyed sleeping on his bus instead of a hotel room. It was familiar, and he could do a lot more bullshit, get away with more, on his own bus. "We don't want to be bothered." He growled at the rest of his guards, stalking on his bus as the doors closed behind him and carted Samantha to the back.
Well this was not where she had expected to wind up and Sam made sure there wasn't going to be any whiskey involved in her situation before allowing Chris to eyeball the red, 'burnt' area. Sand was essentially silica, and being pushed into it, skidding, well… ouch. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom before walking out to stand between his open legs since he had planted his ass at the end of his bed, resting her hands on his shoulders.
Chris had time to cool down his boiling blood to where it simmered now and relaxed a little more at her touch. His hands slid up her sides to rest on them, his blue eyes looking up at were no longer iced over, having returned to the cool blue. He knew it would hurt her to straddle him and wanted to inspect the injured area as he stood up from the bed and moved behind her, his hands still on her waist. "Lay down on your stomach." He ordered, already pulling the dress up and over her head, dropping the material to the floor. "These…" He plucked at the panties, snapping them lightly against her skin. "Need to go too."
"It's fine, you already looked and I cleaned it up. Not my first sand burn, Chris." She had gotten several from playing volleyball, once on her side, that had hurt like all Hell. Panties, bra and boots, it was almost like the first time she had stayed with him and she wrapped her arms around herself, leaning back into him and sighed. "When do you leave for your gig?" She asked quietly, wondering why she even cared. Fling. It was a fling. She did not need this rock star consuming her.
He had already consumed her, that was the problem and Chris found himself becoming consumed with her in return. "Tomorrow morning." He murmured, pressing soft kisses along her shoulders and moved her hair away from her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I'm sorry about earlier. What I said, it was out of line. I just, I wanted to see you and it sucks I make a commotion everywhere I go. I can't help it though, that's the nature of the business I'm in. And when you told me to tone it down, it… it hurt my feelings, baby. I'm not gonna lie." He sighed heavily, breathing her in. "I'll kill that mother fucker for laying his hands on you."
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, you're so overwhelming." She said after a moment. He was too, so over the top, larger than life, and she was learning that was just HIM, who he was. She was also learning he had a nasty streak. Turning, Sam wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest and groaned. The commotion thing, she got why he lived on this bus, it was his own personal haven from all that.
His eyes closed as he relished in the feeling of her body against his and he lifted her chin, his mouth descending hungrily on hers. "I meant what I said earlier. You're my woman and I'm not gonna forget about you when I leave here. I want you and only you right now, Sammy." Chris chuckled, the lightheartedness back in his eyes and demeanor. "I'm not close to being done with you and I know you want to be with me. So, when I come to see you, I expect you make time for your man. Because that's exactly what I am. Yours."
Shaking her head, Samantha stepped back, dropping down to bend over and unlace her boots. Once she had set them aside, she stood up to press herself against him. "Deal." She smiled, brushing her lips against his jawline, fingers moving to his hair. Just another reason for her to end things with Paul, which she was going to do anyway and honestly, she didn't really see Chris coming to see her very often, not with his job.
Rubbing his nose against hers, Chris guided her down on the bed and removed those panties and bra, wanting her naked. Hadn't he said that once before? Naked in his bed whenever they were alone? Yes he had. "I'll call you as much as I can and come see you on a couple days off." He was getting ready to go on tour, so he probably wouldn't see her for a couple months once he left after the talent show. Not wanting to think about that, Chris focused on devouring and worshiping every part of her body, getting both their minds off the inevitable split.