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  Ace

  Band of Brothers

  Lyra Parish

  Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Lyra Parish

  Copyright © 2016 by Lyra Parish

  ACE: a Band of Brothers Novel

  Cover Design: Lettita at RBAdesigns.com

  Editor & Proofing: Mitzi Carroll

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  To those who haven’t found the one that inspires love songs,

  I hope you find him/her soon.

  You say I’m a dreamer. But I’m not the only one.

  The Beatles

  Introduction

  An EP record was created for this novel. Each song was written, recorded, and produced by Will Young. Not the British singer/song artist, but my loving hubs, who happens to be a musician. We’ve made these songs available on all outlets. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have and that each one really captures the style of Band of Brothers. I’ve been singing the songs for days, so I’ve given a fair warning of their catchy factor. :) xxLyra

  ALL LINKS TO THE MUSIC WILL BE UPDATED AND POSTED HERE AS THEY GO LIVE. <3

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  1

  Ace

  The set was nearing the end and I could feel the gaze of the blonde in the front row. Her tits hung out of her shirt as she licked her lips and visually ripped off my clothes. When I looked away then back at her, it was like her eyes had never left me. Tonight, I decided I'd fuck the blonde in the front row.

  Blue and green lights flashed over the stage, then washed across the crowd. When we made eye contact again, her tongue traced the outside of her plump bottom lip and at that moment I knew she was DTF. Her being down to fuck made this so much easier, but then again, being the lead singer of Band of Brothers made panties magically melt. I'd be her fantasy for the night. I'm sure there would be many more one-night stands considering each show—from Florida to New York, all the way to California—was sold out.

  The drums beat on as I screamed out the next few lyrics.

  "I won’t give up

  I won’t slow down

  You expect to see me crash while I turn it around

  I won’t give in

  To your selfish demands

  I see right through your plans.”

  The drums stopped and the distortion was cut, leaving a melodic strum of Nik's guitar.

  The song ended then the lights faded as we walked off stage leaving the crowd screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs. Jex, Nik, and Rex had huge grins on their faces as they chugged the water the technicians handed us. This would never get old. Moments like this were the ones we lived and worked for. Once the chanting and clapping rose to the maximum volume, the four of us walked back onstage and gave the fans what they wanted, an encore.

  Green and yellow lights flashed over the crowd and smoke hovered on the bottom of the stage. We played three more songs, giving the audience all the energy we had left. People sang and swayed to the lyrics and music while some surfed over the crowd. Some jumped up and down, feeling the full beat of the drums while others banged their heads. The feeling of having thousands of people chanting my words didn't seem real. More often than not, I felt like I was in a dream—one that I never wanted to wake from.

  During the last song, I pointed to the blonde. By the way she was dressed in a tight pink shirt and a skirt that showed the bottom of her ass cheeks, I knew she wanted to be seen. She probably had this night planned from the beginning. Lucky girl. Randomly, I chose a few others from the crowd to join us, to dance in front of our audience, to feel the temporary power. It was something I did each show, every tour.

  Security helped the girls climb on the stage and they lifted their arms and shook their asses. Before the song ended, the technicians led the girls side stage as cannons of small fireworks shot from the floor. After the final song, my brothers and I threw drumsticks and guitar picks into the massive crowd; as they dived for them, we made our exit. The yelling didn't stop for several minutes, but eventually the audience realized we weren't coming back out. I walked side stage where the girls anxiously waited. I smiled, popping an eyebrow at my chosen fuck for the night, and she instantly came to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hers hung on my waist. My brothers stopped in the green room with the other girls, but Blondie and I walked to the bus.

  "I'm Lindsey," she whispered in my ear before we reached the end of the hallway. I smiled at her and pushed open the exit door. Groupies and fans waited near the bus, and as soon as we walked up, they rushed it.

  "I'll be out in a bit," I said, smiling with pearly whites to the fans. "My brothers are coming out that door over there. About ten minutes."

  I hated to out their exit strategy, but I wanted to take my time burying my dick deep inside Misty or Christy or whatever the fuck her name was. It didn't matter. Names never did.

  We walked inside the bus where bottles of liquor lined the counter. I pulled a shot glass from the cabinet and glanced over at her. She was searching around with wide eyes. The bus was something I had gotten used to after touring for months—recessed lighting, wooden floors, and stainless steel surrounded me. This was our home away from home; well one of them at least. We had two buses for touring not including our technical crews.

  "What's your poison of choice?" I asked.

  "Tequila." Her voice was soft and seductive.

  I tossed a lime in the air and caught it in my palm, then roll
ed it on the bar top. I grabbed a knife from a drawer, and then sliced it into thick chunks. The smell of citrus filled the room and my mouth almost watered for it. Carefully I poured her a shot of tequila and placed a lime on the side. She looked at me curiously, then raised her glass in the air. I clinked the side of the tequila bottle to her little glass.

  "To music," she said.

  "To fucking," I said. She didn't even flinch. I liked testing the waters.

  She took the large shot of tequila with a gulp and looked at me with big blue eyes. I fiercely smiled over the top of the bottle before I took two huge drinks allowing it to coat my throat with a sting. I grabbed her by the hand and led her to my room in the back of the bus.

  "I want you to strip for me," I whispered in her ear and she smiled. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. Slowly her hips moved in a melodic rhythm as she slid her skirt from her hips. White see-through silk panties covered her pussy and I grinned. Slowly she inched her shirt over her head and all I saw were perky pink nipples. Her tits were natural, another thing I loved about a woman. That Barbie fake shit can stay in the box for all I care. I like women to be real. As she stared into my eyes, she inched her panties down, then flicked them from her toe. Shaven.

  "Is that what you wanted, Ace?" Her voice was a purr as she shook her hips and walked to me.

  My dick throbbed with want and need. "Lie on the bed and touch yourself," I commanded her and she listened to each word. Her blonde hair scattered around her head as she played with her clit, moaning, working herself and whispering my name, telling me how wet and horny I was making her by watching. She pinched her nipples, alternating from one to the other, then opened herself for me to see inside. Pink. Perfect.

  Fuck, my dick was so hard. I removed my shirt and slid my pants and boxers from my body. Her eyes landed on my hard dick and she pushed her fingers deeper inside. "Fuck me. I want to feel you. Make my fantasies come true," she said.

  Fantasy. I was okay with being that for her. I was that for a lot of women. I smirked thinking about it while I crawled on to the bed and placed my hands between her thighs. She opened her legs as wide as they would go.

  Blondie leaned up and tried to kiss me on the lips but I turned my head. I never gave them what they wanted. Kissing on the mouth was too intimate for strangers; fucking them, on the other hand, wasn't. My logic may be flawed, but so was I.

  This is purely physical.

  I put on a condom for protection and sunk my dick balls deep into her. One could never be too careful with groupies. Her moans filled the bus as her fingernails scratched down my back. The pain brought spikes of pleasure that I welcomed.

  Her tits bounced as I pounded her and she cried for me to go harder. If I did, I would break in her. We flipped over and Blondie rode me hard but I wouldn't come in her. My rule when fucking randoms was condoms and pulling out. I didn't need a few little shit heads running around.

  When I felt the intense tug in my stomach and the roaring orgasm screamed to be released, I rolled her over on her back, pulled out and removed the condom, then jacked off on her stomach. She moaned with pleasure and delight as my warmness sprayed across her hard nipples and stomach.

  "Fuck yeah, Ace. Give me your come." She pushed herself up on her elbows and ran her finger across her stomach then placed it in her mouth. She tasted me and she liked it. "You taste so fucking good. You should have let me swallow you, baby. Shouldn't waste it."

  I didn't want her to talk. I didn't want her to give me pet names like she knew me. She had no idea who the fuck I was and probably only knew the facts that were posted in magazines and on the Internet. All that bullshit the media spread was like a disease; it wasn't me, but what they wanted me to be. Everyone always tried to romanticize who I was. Fuck that!

  She lay on the bed with a smile on her face and blinked slow. Her voice dipped down low and she looked at me with lust-filled eyes. "Will you go down on me now baby?"

  I rolled off the bed and went to the shower to wash off her stench. The thought of what happened disgusted me. Why the fuck did I insist on one-night stands? The only thing happy was my dick. When had I become a walking logical fallacy? When my ex made me realize relationships and I mix like oil and water.

  I put on clean clothes and walked back to the bedroom. She lay cross my bed, waiting. I threw her a towel to clean up the mess I made across her skin.

  "Show's over. Get dressed. Get out," I said.

  Her mouth dropped open with a gasp as she cleaned herself dry. "But what about mine? Aren't you going to make me come?"

  "I don't go down on randoms, sweetheart. Nothing personal. I only fuck sluts, not eat them."

  She flew up out of bed, tits bouncing with each hard step she took as she threw the towel at me and picked up her clothes from the floor.

  "You're a fucking prick, Ace Hathway."

  I gave her a big smile, showing all my whites. "And you begged to be fucked by this prick's dick, so what does that make you?"

  She glared at me. "I'm not a slut."

  I lifted my hands and shook my head. "This ain't no fairy tale. It was never meant to be. Prince Charming is really a nightmare. That Prince Charming is me."

  "Don’t quote your own lyrics, asshole. You're so arrogant. I don't know what I was thinking."

  "You weren't. That's the problem."

  She shoved her feet into her heels and stormed through the bus with her bra and panties held tightly in her hands. She turned around and flipped me off, then opened the door and walked fast through the crowd of people who waited for autographs outside the bus. I exhaled, able to finally breathe again and was glad she was gone. I hated the cycle and wanted to break out of it but I couldn't. Meaningful relationships and Ace Hathway, are polar opposites from one another. Often, I don't feel like I deserve to experience real love, but at least my dick was satisfied. The beast was tamed for now.

  I walked to the kitchen and watched all the fans staring at the blonde who angrily pushed through the crowd and that's when the whispering started. They knew. Hell, the whole town would know by tomorrow. I officially hated Florida.

  A few minutes later, my brother Nik stepped on the bus shaking his head. His hair was wet with sweat and he tucked it behind his ears.

  "What did you do this time, little bro?" He pulled a beer from the refrigerator and sat at the table. I slid in the seat in front of him and smiled.

  "Wait, let me guess." He held out his hand and stopped me from speaking, then took a sip. "You didn't let her kiss you. You were basically a walking dick."

  I lifted my eyebrows. "About sums it up."

  "And it stinks like nasty sex in here. Shit. Spray something at least. Common fucking road courtesy, ya know?" Nik smiled before he took another drink then sat the bottle down on the table.

  Rex and Jex boarded and they were both laughing. Twins. Sometimes they drove me up the fucking wall. Jex was way too serious and Rex was the complete opposite.

  "Keeping your touring reputation? That woman has told everyone from here to Main Street how small your dick is," Rex said laughing.

  "Bullshit!" I said. "Do you want me to whip it out and slap you in the face with it?"

  "Please," Jex said holding out his hand in protest as I stood and started to unzip my jeans. "We don't want your skank stained dick coming out of its home. Keep it in its cave little brother."

  I shook my head and opened the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

  "I thought blondes weren't your thing," Nik said.

  I took a sip. "They aren't, but they all look the same with the lights off." I grabbed a sharpie from the front of the bus and opened the door and stepped out trying to forget Sara or Chantal or whatever the hell her name was but that'd be easy because I didn't care.

  The way people looked at me never got old. It was the star struck look. I smiled for pictures, talked to fans, groupies, all of the above. Besides being on stage, chatting to everyone that appreciated our music was when I was the happiest.


  A woman walked up with an indie vinyl that had a picture of the band on it. All the signatures were there except mine.

  "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to meet you?"

  "How long?" I smiled.

  "Two years."

  It was impressive. She had come to every Florida show and had never gotten a chance to meet me. "You're always too busy," she said.

  These were the types of people I avoided—the confrontational types, the ones that called out my many flaws. I never claimed to be perfect; the tabloids did that for me.

  "Sorry about that." I slipped the gold pen from her grasp and signed above my head and handed the record back to her.

  "Is it true what that woman said?"

  "I only claim to be a musician, sweetheart. The rest is hearsay."

  She gave me a smile but when my brothers all stepped off the bus she lit up. She handed her cell phone to a friend and asked if we would take a picture with her. She stood in front of us and we all smiled. When she looked at it, tears filled her eyes. "The best day of my life, hands down. Thank you." I watched as she walked into the crowd showing everyone the picture.

  Sometimes I regret the things that I do. The random fucking, the lack of care, and the way I treat those I love. Being in the public eye, makes me want to be a better person, makes me want to be a role model to young musicians, but too often I'm stuck in a dark place. Creativity, I've heard can be dangerous. It can ruin a mind or enlighten it.

  We signed until the stage manager told us it was time to leave. Our gear was loaded, the crew was ready, and my brothers and I were starving.

  Nik squeezed my shoulder as he loaded the bus with me. Rex and Jex loaded the other bus with a wave. We had to be in Pennsylvania in two days so we would drive straight there. Exhaustion covered me and all I wanted to do was sleep.

  Every band had an asshole, and if one didn't know who that was, then it was most likely you.