Burning Up – Epilogue

Here’s a little something I rustled up as an epilogue to Burning Up. It didn’t make the final edit but I wanted to share it with you anyway! Here’s Ollie’s POV!




I’m in hell. Yep, hell. Holding my head in my hands, I groaned deeply. Sitting down beside me, Eric rested his hand on my shoulder.

“What’s up, dude?”

He was kidding, right?

“What’s up? Are you serious? Did you miss what happened back there? I finally won, Eric. I got her! She told me she wants me, loves me and she actually chose me. And then, she watches me climb onto a bus with you two assholes and a chick I used to fuck! She’s probably going fucking nuts right now! I know I would be!”

Turning around in his seat, Nick leaned over the back of it and smirked at me. “Pffft. So she gets a little dose of jealousy, sounds fucking justified if you ask me. She deserves a little paranoia.”

I scowled at him. “I don’t want her to suffer and be all paranoid and shit! I need her freaking out and getting pissed at me like a hole in my damn head!”

Ignoring Nick, who had now moved to the seat directly behind mine and begun kicking at it, I turned to Eric for advice but shrugging his shoulders, he quickly stood and made his way to the back of the bus.

“Thanks for the advice, dickwad” I yelled over my shoulder at him. He’d only been out of the seat for five seconds before Shaye was suddenly planted in it. Her fingers were winding through my hair and as I pulled my head from her grasp, she chuckled.

“What’s eating you, hot stuff?”

I scowled at her. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Shaye. What the fuck are you doing here?”

She snickered and leaning back in the seat, she swung her feet up onto the one in front.

“Relax will you? Jeeze. A thank you would be nice.”

I stared at her with confusion. “Thank you? For what!?”

Smiling, she winked at me. “Who do you think got you noticed? Regina Littman was looking at hooking me up with some lame ass girl band. I figured while she was in town, I would show her a good time. So I took her to Benny’s. I remembered you going on and on about how you guys played there. She saw you and after I plowed her with booze, she was eating out of my fucking hand begging for details. But I figured I’d keep her hanging, make her hungry for you guys on her payroll. When she called to say she found you, she was desperate for details and digits. So, I tossed her a little back story on you guys in exchange for a place in the group. She owed me. She fucking knew she’d struck gold finding you guys.”

I shook my head in disbelief. Now I was supposed to be fucking grateful to her? Great. As if I didn’t have enough problems, now, I had Shaye to deal with. Of all the bass playing, vocalists that the label could have picked, they had to go and hire the one I happened to have fucked!

“So that piece of ass you were holding on to on the sidewalk, was that your latest lay – em and leave – em buddy?” she asked with a raised brow.

I rolled my eyes. “No. I don’t do that shit anymore, Shaye.”

“Shame. I was hoping for a repeat of the last time we met. Even you have to admit it was the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

I winced as the memories of that night flashed in front of me. “It was fine,” I lied. Truth was, sex with Shaye had been…almost supernatural. I mean the girl was fucking possessed! She was crazy insatiable. We had sex that you see in porno’s. It was swinging from the light fixtures and feeling like you just went eight rounds with Mike Tyson, kinda sex!

“Fine? Who are you trying to kid? Seven hot hours of sex and you call that fine?”

Leaning over the back of Shaye’s seat, nick practically drooled. “Seven hours? Are you fucking kidding me? This chick went for seven hours and you threw her back!?”

I reached behind me and smacked him around the head. “Shut up, Nick. It was just sex.”

Rubbing his head, Nick grinned. “I bet she could teach Layla a thing or nine!”

I almost leapt out of my seat as I turned around and reached for him over the back of it. I caught the collar of his shirt and gripped it tightly.

“Dude, I will end you. Don’t ever fucking talk about Layla and sex in the same sentence ever again. I don’t even want you thinking about it. Layla and the sex we have is none of your business. Douche.”

Grabbing my hand, he chuckled. “Okay, okay! Relax dude. I swear to never talk about Layla and her lack of kink ever again.”

Letting him go, I glared at him suspiciously.

“But you can’t stop me thinking about it,” he threw over his shoulder as he began walking away from me. But walking soon turned to jogging and almost sprinting when he saw me jumping over Shaye and heading right for him.

Eric sat at the back of the bus with his guitar in his hand, chuckling at us. Nick halted, closed his eyes and held up his hands defensively.

“Dude! She’s a total hottie. All tits and ass.”

That did it, leaping at him; I tackled him to the ground and held him in a headlock.

“Stop that you fucking perv. That’s my girl!”

Eric practically rolled around with laughter as Nick and I wrestled on the floor of the bus.

“Ollie, man, it’s a compliment. Your girl is a hot piece of ass!”

I kicked him in the thigh. “Shut up!”

Rolling his eyes at us, Eric groaned. “Ollie, as much as I enjoy watching that sick, sexual predator suffer, we need him. He’s the only drummer we got. Don’t break him.”

Letting Nick go, I shoved him playfully one last time. “Ass.”

The sound of heels behind me caught my attention and wincing a little, I turned to find Shaye right behind me.

“No need to fight boys, there’s plenty of Shaye to go around. Form a line behind Ollie. We might be a few days.”

I let out a groan and squared up to her. “Shaye, drop it. Your siren, come get me I’m yours act might work with these assholes, but I know the real you. All of you. Don’t push my buttons.”

Her eyes widened and she moved back slightly before shaking her head a little and smirking. “Whatever you say hottie. But we both know you’re just a few bourbons away from screwing my brains out.”

Glaring at her, I pushed her out of my way and stormed across the bus to a large round bed in the corner. Pulling out my cell, I dialed quickly. Shaye sauntered up and laid down beside me, draping her arm around the pillow above my head. I gave her a warning look but it did little to deter her. I waited for what felt like forever on that phone as it rang and rang in my ear.


Her voice purred at me down the line and my insides instantly heated.

“I was missing you already.” I said as Shaye began teasing her fingers through my hair. Damn this girl was seriously pushing her luck. Couldn’t she take the hint?

“Aww. You’ve been gone like fifteen minutes rock star.”

Grabbing Shaye’s hand, I pushed it away from me and shook my head.

“Minutes feel like years when they’re spent away from you.”

Shaye rolled her eyes and began putting her fingers down the throat in a gagging fashion. Bitch. I mouthed at her to knock it off, but smiling, she simply shrugged and rolled over to look out of the window.

“Layla, you know I only want you, don’t you? No one else comes close. I’ve fought too hard and too long for us and I’m not about to throw it away for some girl I hooked up with when I was stupid and damaged. She was nothing and means nothing.”

Turning around sharply, Shaye smirked at me. It was un-nerving. Leaning closer, she pushed her tongue into my ear and moaned deeply. Fuck! I tried to move away but her hand caught my hair and gripping firmly, she held my head in her hands.

“Ollie, I trust you. It’s her I don’t trust. She’s bad news and she clearly wants a repeat of whatever you had before.”

I tried to concentrate but as Shaye’s free hand moved south to my crotch, it was near impossible to keep my cool. I was ready to kill this bitch but if Layla even got a sniff of something going on, I was a dead man and our relationship would be buried with me!

“Baby, I love you. That’s all you need to know. She can do whatever she wants, she can tease and she can try, but I’m not interested.”

I glared at Shaye who was nibbling on my earlobe as I spoke, hoping she’d get the message. Smiling at me, she pulled away and thrust her hand into my jeans, grabbing me in her palm. I almost leapt from my fucking seat! Clasping her wrist, I pulled her hand out and shoved her forcefully from the bed and on to the floor. She stared at me and bit her lip.

I turned away from her and sighed deeply as Layla began rambling about trust and how she needed me to trust her too. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her, but based on our history, I wasn’t without my doubts. But then, could you blame me?

“Layla, stop! I trust you. Okay? I love you. You’re the Courtney to my Kurt.”

She giggled a little and it made me smile. I loved the sound of her laughter. It was bright and always reminded me of summer. I never could figure out why.

“And you’re the Kermit to my Miss Piggy,” she chuckled.

I laughed with her. “What, all green, bug eyed and web-footed?”

“No. You’re the frog I kissed to get my handsome prince.”

I smiled broadly. “Smooth, Superstar. Very smooth.”

The sound of voices in the background caught my attention and I immediately recognized the shrieking and shrill tones of Mel’s voice.

“I better go, Ollie. Mel wants us to help her pick out a dress for her fathers big dinner this weekend.”

A little disappointed, I let out a long breath. “Ok, baby.”

“I miss you, Ollie. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hanging up, I turned my attention to Shaye who was now laying on the floor with her feet on the edge of the bed.

Standing over her, I snarled fiercely. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at!? You seriously crossed the line back there. Are you that fucking sick!?”

She shrugged and smiled up at me. “It was just a little fun, Rock star. Chill out. This trip is gonna be a serious drag if you don’t lighten the hell up, buzzkill.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Bending down, I growled at her. “You might have talked and fucked your way into this band, but you mean nothing to me. If you pull any of that shit ever again, I will make your life a living hell.”

Moving closer, she pressed herself against me and inhaled deeply. Her lips grazed my ear and I felt my cock twitch. The memory of our night together was still one of the hottest I could recall. It wasn’t that I wanted her, it was involuntary. I was powerless to stop myself as the thoughts heated my blood and I was certain she knew.

Smirking like a cat that got the cream, she glanced down at my crotch before snickering at me. “In your dreams.”

I watched as she walked slowly away from me toward Nick and Eric. Running my fingers through my hair, I took a deep and calming breath.

Fuck. I needed to get this shit under control or I was going to be in some serious and dangerous trouble.




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