EroticReverie

Madison

Carter, Ace , Ryder and I, ride in the back of a transport van together. Ace and Carter are in the very back, only because Ryder hitched his finger at Ace to move out of the middle seat from beside me. I hid my little smile as Ace sighed and slid around the seat to the other in the back beside Carter.

The seats aren't separate, so Ryder is right beside me and inches a bit closer, before leaning back , slouching in the seat and lifting his arm over the back of it. I ignore him and check my phone. 

There's a message from Callie the PR manager and I notice Russell is also listed in the text, in a group chat with just us three.

"How is our boy?" Callie asks. 

"Bearable." I type back.

"Surprising" Russell types. 

"You're all on your way right?" Russel types. 

"Yes." I reply. "Just got in the van, leaving the hotel now." 

"Just bearable huh?" Ryder says and I turn my head, realizing he's leaned over and is reading my screen. 

My face is far too close to his and his blue eyes are right there in front of me and I manage to blink and look away from his gaze. 

"You're not just a pain in the ass, but a nosy one too?" I ask, looking ahead at the back of the van drivers head. 

Ryder laughs. 

"Only cause I was trying to see if you were sending me nudes." he says and I flip my head towards him. 

"You wish." I narrow my eyes.

His eyebrows lift. "I do actually" he says with a little grin. 

"Augh" I groan. 

"Set yourself up for that one." Carter says from behind me. 

"yea, i know' I say and then give Ryder a shove and he laughs and move over a few inches. 

Ryder

I hate how much I enjoy pestering Madison. But she's serving her purpose, because I havent wanted a drink all morning since I saw her. Didn't think about pills, or any of the other drugs I'd been craving more and more with Seattle coming up on the calendar. Of course now I was thinking about it, realizing playing with her, messing with her, kept me entertained enough that I hadn't been craving any of it. I was however, craving her. My therapist told me relationships weren't a good idea. She also told me copious amount of sex wasn't a good idea either. Replacing one addiction with another and all that. But I didnt listen. 

She was looking out the window, watch the hustle and bustle of the city as we rode to the arena. I was distracted by the way her low cut shirt revealed enough of her chest for me to enjoy the way us hitting little pot holes made us jostle slightly in the van, and made her chest bounce just enough to make me smile. 

"Quit staring at me" she says.

I smiled, because she wasn't even looking at me. 

"I can see you in the window. " she says.

"I'm just checking out the scenery with you." I say. 

She turns her head and looks at me and I can see out of the corner of my eye that Carter and Ace are on their phones, headphones in, both nodding their heads and scrolling through their phones. 

"Look out your own window." she nods to the door beside me.

"I mean the scenery in the car Polly." I say with a little smirk, letting my eyes go down, shamelessly checking out her breasts. 

"God what is wrong with you?" she says, crossing her arms and turning her head. 

I just smile and spread my legs slightly, letting mine brush against hers and she looks back over. 

"Do you have to manspread like that?" she asks.

I laugh and look at her, up and down, and then on her eyes. "What's manspreading?" I ask.

She gestures to my legs. "This...sitting like you're the only person on this seat...taking up more room than needed." she says. 

"Well im hoping if I take up enough room, you'll get cramped and decide to sit on my lap instead." I say. 

"Does it ever end?" she asks cocking her head and I smirk. 

"Does what end?" I ask. 

"Your shameless attempts of trying to make me uncomfortable by hitting on me." she says.

"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable Polly." I say and lean to the side, and at the same time place my hand on her knee, her leg jolts toward her other , but my hand follows. 

"I'm trying to get into those tight little jeans." i whisper, and grin when I hear her take a sharp inhale, and then she shoves my hand off her knee. 

"I don't think they're your size." she quips and I laugh and lean back to my side of the seat. 

"I'm not trying to wear them Polly, I'm trying to decorate my floor with them tonight." I tell her and she shoots me daggers with her eyes. 

"that will never happen." she says.

I smirk. "We'll see"

Madison

I was warned that he would be an asshole. I'd almost prefer that over the crap he was pulling with me now. I know he's playing a game, just trying to make me break, to make me quit. He doesn't actually want me. He's a rock star...and i'm...a Polly apparently. He just wants to tease me, to taunt me, and I know what he's doing, but it still doesnt keep my entire body from reacting to him, even when he makes his filthy comments.  I feel like he knows exactly what he's doing to me, the affect he's having, which is why I can't let it show on my face, but it's so fucking difficult when he looks how he does. His presence alone, the power that radiates from him, the built up anger or whatever else lies inside him is just, a fucking magnet.  He knows it. 

Russell is standing outside when we get there, and pulls the guys aside and tells me to head inside the arena and find Callie.  So I do. 

I walk in from the ground floor, ending up in the back of the arena, and there's sound guys in the back I walk past. One gives a smile. 

"You lost cutie?" he asks. 

I give a little laugh and shake my head. "Looking for Callie. I'm with the ...the uh band." I say. 

He cocks his brow.

"You don't look like a TAT groupie." the guy says looking over my plain clothes. My brows pinch together and I'm not sure if I'm offended or not. As I open my mouth to reply, a hand presses against my lower back ushering me forward.

"That's because she's not." his voice is low, and I look to Ryder at my side who is sending a glare back at the sound guy as I walk forward with him. 

He lifts his arm and wraps it over my shoulder casually. I reach up pushing his hand off my shoulder as we walk towards the stage, Pheonix and Mark are on stage already, they give a wave and Ryder lifts his chin in a nod. I wave back. 

"Don't talk to the roadies." he says. 

"Excuse me?" I say turning my head as we keep walking.

"They're gonna try to get in your pants." he says.

I give a laugh. "Maybe I want them in my pants." I say still walking, then stopping when I realize he's stopped. I turn and raise a brow. 

"What?" I say.

He walks closer and we're almost to the stage and he leans down, his hand lifting, and it's placed gently on my waist. 

"If anyone is getting in your pants Madison..." the way he says my name sends a tingling down my spine. "It will be me." 

I inhale slowly and then step back and look up, his eyes are daring me to say otherwise. 

I give a shrug. "I dunno, I mean you said Ace is interested, maybe I'll ask him to keep me company." I say. 

I watch him, and watch his light blue eyes turn a little darker as his pupils dilate just a bit. He says nothing, but I watch a little evil smirk play across his lips. 

"Don't play games Polly" he says. "Cause I always win."