My Stepbrothers Rock: Headliner Read Online Free Page B

like a whiny girlfriend.
    “What did you imagine it to be?” His brows are furrowed as he looks at me then the road.
    “I just thought it would be maybe, longer? Or, you know, it's something I guess I fantasized about for so long that I thought everything would be perfect, the setting, the location, the sex.” I'm not sure where I'm even going with this except it's getting deeper than I think I should go at the moment.
    Alex is quiet, watching the road. I'm not sure if he's mulling over what I just said or trying to read street signs and keep from getting us lost.
    “Are you disappointed?” We pull up to a stoplight and he looks at me waiting for an answer.
    “No, of course not.” I lie knowing I'd like to re-run the whole episode. Yeah, I knew I was coming to meet him and go to his concert and, of course, have sex because that's what I've dreamed would happen, but I can't shake the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am feeling.
    “Cool, me neither.” He runs his finger down my nose and smiles. We make a few more turns and pull into the parking lot at the back of a huge building. Alex rolls his window down and shows the parking attendant a piece of paper. We're waved into a lane that shoots us straight to the back of the venue where we park.
    “Come on,” he instructs. We exit the car and quickly head to the back door where Alex produces a laminated badge and shows it to the guard. He barely has the door open when two teen girls approach us from behind screaming Alex's name. Each grab an arm and shove me out of the way. They're giggling, crying, waving photos of him begging for autographs.
    I stand to the side in shock that he's already this popular, but then I'm not sure what else I expected. I've maintained a blog pretty much outlining their every move, posting every photo and blowing their horn every week for the past two years. Maybe a part of me didn't think it would actually happen, at least not on this level.
    Alex seems shocked too, but I can't tell if it's because the girl's startled him or he's flattered they know who he is and have the balls to scale a fence past security to meet him. Either way, he seems to be enjoying the moment posing with the girls for a selfie and graciously accepting their kisses before security pulls them back to their reality, behind the fence.
    “Where the fuck have you been?” A voice asks Alex as he leads us inside. I recognize the tone and raise my eyes to see Ian. “What the hell? Morgan? They released you for the night?” Ian picks up where he left off two years earlier sauntering over to me draping his arm around my shoulders.
    “Yeah, nice to see you,” I chuckle trying hard not to duck out from under his touch. Maybe I'll play the game and make him believe there's nothing to see in the fact my brother and I showed up together late in the evening, never mind the scent of sex I can still taste on my tongue.
    “So this is where you've been. Alex, you made my dreams come true.” Ian is gazing dreamily down into my face, his breath warm with the scent of alcohol. It somehow doesn't surprise me, but Alex's lack of protective boyfriend, or even stepbrother, action does. I assume, like me, he doesn't want to reveal we're an item until the time is right. I stall at the words floating through my brain.
    When would the time be right? I ask myself completely unaware of the conversation surrounding me or the fact I was walking to the band's dressing room. I hadn't given much thought to the concept of Alex and me having a relationship until now. I guess I always dreamed things would go differently, maybe Alex wouldn't pursue music, become popular or ever leave our small town. I think I envisioned us moving to a totally different place where people didn't know us and couldn't judge us by our past connection.
    “Mic check was at three. We totally missed our chance to practice.” Brendan stands in front of Alex hands on his hips.
    “Well, I'm sure we'll be fine.” Alex is more reserved