My Rockstar's Secret Baby

Even the bartender was built. It was clear if they were out for trouble, we were in for a real fight. We didn’t look like much, which was one of our main advantages.

“I’ll do the talking, cover me,” I said, Varg and Stig looking as concerned as I felt.

“What’s up, guys?”

“We’d just thought we’d help you in with your gear,” the bartender said, taking the lead.

“Oh, cool thanks.”

True to his word, the bartender and the bouncers hauled all our gear into the venue. Most places had their own PA system, so at least they were spared that, but Varg had bought himself a pretty gnarly Marshall stack, and the amps had to be distributed between two of the bouncers.

“Do you think Seth called ahead?” Varg asked.

“Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“I could get used to this,” Stig said, with a goofy grin.

The stage was set in no time, the bar crew really knowing what they were doing. Within minutes of getting into the club, we ready to go through sound-check, not a moment too soon.

Every time the door opened; I would look to see if it was Stephanie. The first two arrivals were Seth and then Sven, with regular patrons after that. I wondered for a second where Jonna was, but she was likely home with Casey.

Seth wasn’t nearly irresponsible enough to bring an infant to a metal show. The decibels alone could be traumatizing. Suddenly reminded, I put my earplugs in, and gestured for Stig to do the same.

I kept watching, waiting hoping, feeling like a lovesick idiot, until it was clear, Stephanie wasn’t there. It was showtime, and I had to get my mind on the job. With a deep breath, I counted us in for “Northern Winds.”

It all came out on the kit. Everything I was feeling, creating a raw, primal sound unlike anything I’d done before. Stig and Varg actually had a bit of trouble keeping up, darting back confused glances as I channeled the pain.

It shouldn’t have hurt. I’d only met her once. We’d had sex twice. If only that was all of it. I might have been able to handle things better, but she and I both knew it wasn’t.

Whatever force had brought us together and made the spark of connection, was being channeled through me, and wrought on my unsuspecting drum kit.

“Fuck man, did you eat your spinach or what?” Varg asked when “Ragnarök” had come to its conclusion.

“What?” I asked, taking out my earplugs.

“What the fuck was that?’ Stig clarified.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Tell that to your floor tom.”

I looked where Varg was pointing, finally noticing the hole punched through the head on my floor tom.

“I’ve got replacements.”

“Not the point, dude,” Stig said, being the voice of reason.

“What is the point?” I asked, getting sick of their shit.

“The point is, why the hell were you holding out on us?”

“Holding out on you?”

“Fuck yeah, man, that was awesome. I thought maybe the earth was going to crack open and swallow us. Where did you find that kind of force?” Varg inquired.

“Dunno, I was, channeling my emotions, I guess.”

“Well, do it more,” Stig said, “well gladly play for the new drum-heads.”

We tore down our gear and loaded it up, and I got a new head on my floor tom. I’d changed almost as many drumheads as I’d had hot dinners, so it was no big thing. Simpler than changing the tire on a car, when you had the right tools, which I just so happened to.

Once the new head properly installed, I headed in and made my way to the bar to see what kind of sodas the bar had.

“Hey, sorry I was late.”

My heart pounded and my ears rang. I couldn’t believe she was actually there. It must be some kind of trick or illusion. Yet, when I turned, there she was. Looking sexy as all get out, with her curves on full display for me.

“You like?” she asked, flashing a little turn, giving a generous view of her sweet, sexy ass, which looked even more gorgeous in the jeans she had on.

“Definitely.”

“My car is outside, if you want to get out of here,” she offered, eyes glimmering hopefully.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. “Fuck yes.”

Chapter Seven - Stephanie

We were barely through the door.

Much like the first time, if not the second.

Still, we managed to get a bit further.

Ragnar steered me toward the couch as we kissed passionately, the bedroom seeming a bit too far away.

“Oop!”

Ragnar caught me before I could hit the floor, swooping me into his arms like a big, strong action hero. We continued our tongue wrestling bout as he took a seat on the couch, shifting me in his embrace, so I was straddling him.

I could feel the rigid warmth of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, making me even more excited.