Rafe

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Author: Amy Davies
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chatting quietly with Maisey while peeling the paper label off her beer bottle. She refuses to look at me; I can see she is trying her damned hardest not to look. I smile to myself.
    I look back at Ryder who is losing himself in the beat, Reeve is singing to the girls whom are all standing around the stage. He gyrates his dick into his guitar and the girls go crazy. After a few more songs the sweat is pouring off my brothers and me.  Reeve smiles at me and I nod.
    “How are you all doing tonight? You all having a fucking rocking time with us?” The girls scream louder and we all laugh. “Well ladies, I know that Ryder, Rafe and I are fucking hot up on this stage, giving you the show of your lives. But it’s awfully hot work.” He pulls his tee away from his body.
    “How about we remove some clothing to help us cool down, would you like that?” He smiles at the crowd and again the girls go crazy. I look over to Lucy, who is still playing with the beer bottle label, not paying us any attention.
    “I don’t think everyone heard you, Reeve. Lucy, baby, you ok with us Phoenix boys talking out tees off?” I nod in her direction and a few people turn around to look at her. She stiffens but then straightens her shoulders. She smiles and stands up and heads over to me. She looks a bit pissed, if you ask me, but is trying to hide it.
    I place my bass guitar on my hip and drop to one knee as she stands in front of me on stage.  She crooks her finger, calling me closer. She licks her lips and I can’t help but follow suit. God, I want to lick those lips. Hell, I want to lick more than her lips.
    “Do you know what I say, Rafe?” she asks.
    “What, baby?”
    “I say you take your shirt off and you can give it to one of your groupie sluts for all I care, as long as you and your brothers forget you ever saw me here. Got it?” She winks and walks back over to Gunner and Maisey. Well fuck me. I look around and see people waiting to see what she said to me as she walks away.
    Lucy takes her bag from the table and says something to Maisey and heads for the door.
    “Well ladies, it looks like she can’t handle some Phoenix skin. Oh well, more for all you lovely hotter ladies.” I regret it as soon as it’s out of my mouth. I see Lucy stop and turn to face me.
    I see a tear fall down her cheek. She shakes her head and I feel my gut knot up. I just had to fucking push “Fuck, Lucy wait I…” She shakes her head again and walks towards the main door towards Kyle. Shit, I can’t leave. We are in the middle of a set. I never know when to shut my big fat mouth.
    Once we finish our set for the night, we head over to Gunner and Maisey, who attacks me right away. “What the fuck did you say to her, Rafe? She just left in tears you dick.” Gunner puts his hands on her thigh keeping her in her seat, thank god.
    “I didn’t say anything to upset her, Maise I swear. I know her, we all know her. We all grew up together.” Fuck, I need a drink. I walk away without saying anything else. I know I made a dick move, I don’t need Maisey tell me over and over again.
    I see Izzy behind the bar and she walks over to me, “What can I get you, Rafe?” she asks, with a shit ton of attitude. I guess she saw what went down with Lucy as well. Izzy is normally quite a sweet girl with long mousey brown hair; she always has it in a high ponytail. She is very hot but also very shy, which is why her attitude shocks me.
    “A shot of Patron and a Coors please, Iz.” I meet her eyes but she scowls at me and heads over to sort my drinks. I see Jackson talking to Sarah, the other bartender, who is also very hot but I haven’t touched that (or Izzy for that matter). Max only employs very hot staff, fuck even Jackson is a good-looking dude.
    “I don’t know what you just said to that girl, Rafe, but she just walked out of here sobbing. I can’t believe you made her cry like that! Was it worth humiliating her that way? Are you happy now?” Shit I

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