Phoenix Rising Rock Band: The Series

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  He licks the shell of my ear. “Even though you’ve already pardoned me, I still want to apologize to you.” He backs me up and my legs hit the sofa.

  As I sit, Kiln guides me onto my back and covers me. My legs fall open and he settles between them, pressing his hard dick against my center. I’m so happy I chose a dress to wear. His kisses and pelvic grinds are driving me insane. As always around him, my pussy is hot and wet, ready for him to be inside of me. He just has to smile at me, and I’m ready to fuck.

  “I want you in me, now,” I gasp, gyrating to his rhythm.

  He leaves me to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. I hurry and slide my panties down, running my finger over my clit and lifting my hips.

  “Ummhmmm,” he rumbles.

  He grabs my hips and pulls me to his mouth, tonguing my pussy, long and slow, sending shivers through my body.

  “Fucking delicious,” he rasps.

  He licks me again and I cry out, arching my back. “Make me come,” I demand.

  The tip of his tongue circles the inside of my pussy lips, then spears into my hole.

  “Oh, fuck yeah!” I cry, grinding against him wildly. My cat feels so fucking good, it hurts. “Eat my cunt. Eat it all.”

  At my words, he sucks my clit. Pain explodes inside of me, followed by a burst of pleasure. His warm breath blows against my nub, soothing me.

  “Kiln!” I scream, ending on a keening wail.

  He laps my pussy, and I can’t hold on. Palming my breasts and playing with my nipples, I come against his tongue, my thighs trapping his face between my legs. As heat washes through my body, my knees tremble and my toes tingle. Heavy breaths escape me, and I drop my ass onto the sofa cushions.

  I’m limp. Weak. Floating. A gaspy moan escapes me as he rises above me and impales me with his thick, long cock.

  “You like that?” he whispers, his voice primal and masculine. His thrusts go from sweet and gentle to hard and deliberate. “Do you, Raine?”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  His pumps into me scramble my thoughts. With each downstroke, he grunts and grinds against my clit.

  I take up his chorus, moaning in time to his rumbles, meeting his cock with measured drives of my hips.

  “You fuck so good, baby,” I coo, licking his neck and wishing we were undressed. Spicy musk coats my tongue—sweat and lingering aftershave. “Don’t come in my pussy. Pull out and come in my mouth.”

  He pumps faster, inserting a hand between us and fingering my clit. He plays me, fucks me, and owns me. Stars dance in my head. I don’t know anything and I care about nothing. All that matters is the way Kiln fills me and strokes my pussy.

  “I’m com—” The explosion in my body leaves me unable to finish the words. I claw at his back. My mouth opens in silent ecstasy as my eyes roll back in my head, my screams catching in my throat.

  “Fuck,” he growls and rushes to his feet, yanking me with him.

  Already knowing what he wants, I drop to my knees, stretching my lips around his hot, wet cock. Creamy cum explodes into my mouth. He buries his hands in my hair, not impeding my bobbing head. His cockhead breeches my throat as I suck him dry, wring every last cum drop from his balls.

  When he loosens his grip on my hair, I settle back on my haunches, then allow myself to stretch out on the floor and lay flat on my back, not caring that my dress is above my waist.

  “Fuuuccckkk,” he groans.

  Our heavy breathing mingle in the air. We need no words. Our bodies spoke for us. He’s an extraordinary lover. Bar none. Not only will I miss him when he finally sends me away, but I’ll miss our intimacy.

  Knowing what I do, maybe, I should leave as soon as possible. Whenever he gives me any money, I need to walk away.

  If it’s enough, I can buy a plane ticket. Go home, maybe, and see if Momma has finally left her loser husband. Tell her that Montana is dead. Besides, I can’t stay here and I have to be the one to leave Kiln before he tires of me. My heart couldn’t bear having him leave me, too.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks.

  I lift my head and see him sitting in a recliner, his belt and fly fastened. “Nothing important,” I say with a sigh.

  “Everything you say is important.”

  My heart quickens at those words and I sit up. “Believing those words, from you, will get me into trouble.”

  He lifts a brow. “I’m saying them so you should believe them.”

  “Cut the bullshit, dude.” I get to my feet and pull my dress down, then dust it off. “I was there last night, when you told your mother I mean nothing to you.”

  He gives me an enigmatic look. “It isn’t you, doll. It’s me.”

  “Didn’t I just tell you to cut the bullshit? Instead, you ratchet it up with a lame ass line.”

  “Lame or not, it’s the truth.”

  “It’s fine,” I tell him. It’s just…what? What is it? He never lied to me. Furthermore, I sought him out. I involved him in my life. “What motivated you to ask me to be your mistress?”

  He shrugs. “Does it matter?”

  “I’m not your mistress, Kiln.”

  “What the fuck are you then?”

  What am I? Is he serious? He wants an answer? Okay, fine. I snap my brows together, thinking. “Aha!” I snap my fingers. “I’m a homeless, penniless piece of ass who’s at your mercy. If you decide to release me tomorrow, you can.”

  “I’m not releasing you tomorrow,” he says irritably. “It’ll be about six weeks from now.”

  Six weeks. Six weeks of incredible sex, luxury living, and a beautiful, stubborn man who was as argumentative as me. Six weeks to keep my heart in check.

  I might be a bit late in that department, though. My heart might already be gone. That saddens me. I’ve lost all the people I’ve ever loved and who ever loved me. Well, actually, I doubt I ever had my mother’s love. But I loved her.

  “You’ll leave without giving me any problems, won’t you?”

  “Of course,” I hiss with a sniff. “If you expect me to beg and plead to stay with you, you’ve got the wrong chick for that.”

  Disappointment skips across his face before he nods and sets his expression into appreciation. “Thank you for being a no-drama-mama.”

  Pressing my lips together, I fold my arms and shrug. Irritation surges in me but I wrestle it under control. I just had one of the best orgasms of my life and Kiln ruined it with his words.

  Unromantic killjoy.

  I throw him a sullen look. He smiles and winks.

  “What do you want to do before we go upstairs?”

  Shit. I forgot he told me he wanted me to break into the second floor again. The first time was pushing it. I don’t need another dose of that frightening-ass alarm. “I never strike the same place twice,” I say.

  “What can happen? You have my permission. As a matter of it, I’m ordering you to do so. You need a few more things and I want to search again since I didn’t find anything the first time.”

  “I’m fine with what I have,” I argue, not caring what he’s looking for, focused on the thought of breaking into upstairs yet again. “Besides, if I do need more things, buy them for me.”

  “Georgiana doesn’t need them.”

  “Whether or not she does, isn’t the point. Those are her things.”

  “We’ve had this argument already, and you told me you’d do it.”

  I grit my teeth. I did say that. Shit. I’m losing my touch, allowing Kiln to get to me, lured by the man he is and the one he tries to be. “Fine.”

  “Now that we have that settled, what do you want to do for the next couple of hours?”

  “Why can’t we get the burglary over and done with?”

  “I’ve had a long day and I need some downtime. Let me enjoy your company a bit, then we get to business.”

  “Are you hungry?” I ask peevishly.

  “You cooked?”

  “Really, Kiln? You can’t smell the delicious aroma?”

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p; “The only aroma filling my senses is your cunt.”

  I smirk at him. “The only taste filling my mouth is your cum,” I retort.

  “Your pussy juice is all the nourishment I need. If you let me take you to bed and eat your cunt for a while, fuck the food.”

  Immediately, my nipples harden. I’m hungry as hell and was anxious to taste my meatballs and spaghetti. Instead of listening to my stomach, however, I follow the needs of my pussy. The tone of his voice, his dirty words, are the best aphrodisiac in the world.

  “I want to fuck you,” I breathe.

  He gives me a sexy grin, stands, and sweeps me into his arms. As we leave the den, he throws me over his shoulder and slaps my ass, caveman-style.

  For now, that’s okay with me. I’m his willing cavewoman.

  Within two minutes of the second-floor alarm going off, Sloane calls.

  “What the fuck is going on, motherfucker?” he snarls into my ear. I’ve already bullshitted the alarm company and disabled the eardrum-bursting noise, using the longest fucking code in the world. Only recently discovered because of the malfunctions in the system a few weeks ago.

  Raine stands frozen in the middle of the hallway, looking as if she prefers to be anywhere else.

  “What do you mean, Sloane?” I ask mildly. “Your alarm is somehow malfunctioning again.”

  “You’re a motherfucking liar, asshole. That alarm has been repaired.”

  I remove the phone from my ear and put the speakerphone on. Sloane’s yelling is giving me a fucking headache.

  “Your sophisticated alarm system might still have a flaw in it. You want to depend on artificial intelligence to keep you safe, instead of allowing a human being to do the job.”

  “Kiln,” he starts in a voice grabbed from hell. Raine squeaks at the sound. “If you don’t get the fuck off the second floor, I’m flying home just to fuck you up.”

  “I doubt that,” I scoff. “Georgiana wanted this vacation. You wouldn’t leave and disappoint her.”

  “Whatever the fuck I do with my wife, in our own time, isn’t your fucking business, asshole. You declined my offer to enjoy this vacation with us.”

  “What would I have done with my mother?”

  “She could’ve dealt with Jaeger for a few weeks. You need a fucking break from her.”

  He’s a cheeky motherfucker to tell me what my mother needs.

  “Not. I don’t tell you what the fuck to do with your wife, don’t fucking tell me what to do with my mother. Besides, you fucking know she rarely wants Jaeger around.”

  He growls. “Do what the fuck you want to with Alexia. She tried to kill Georgie and my daughter. If it was up to me, I would’ve kept her ass in the fucking mental institution for the rest of her days.”

  “Luckily, it isn’t up to you,” I say coldly.

  “That might not be, but what the fuck is, is your fucking ass going to the second floor of my house. Get the fuck downstairs or I’m beating you to a fucking pulp sooner rather than later.”

  “Why do I have to go downstairs, Sloane?” I taunt. “Your wife talked you into disconnecting from the world. I’m sure she doesn’t know you are still getting notifications about the alarm system even if you can’t tap into the camera. You don’t know if I’m already downstairs or if I’m upstairs going through your shit.”

  “Motherfucker, I’m breaking your fucking legs and fingers if you are,” he roars. “What the fuck has gotten into you? You’re sounding like the stupid motherfucker I knocked out for fucking with Georgie. If you want to fuck with me and have me wear your ass out again, go right the fuck ahead. This time, motherfucker, you’re leaving in a body bag. Whatever the fuck has crawled the fuck up your ass, get over it.”

  “Enjoy your vacation, Sloane. In the meantime, fuck you.”

  I disconnect and ignore the shock on Raine’s face. There’s not a fucking thing Sloane can do about me being up here. His precious wife wanted this vacation.

  He may or may not win in another fist fight with me. In the end, however, I’ll win the war when Sloane’s life is ended by my hired gun.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Raine and me spend the next two days fucking all over the mansion. I’ve taken to using condoms without fail. Neither of us wants this to end in pregnancy.

  I consider calling my aunt, Abby, to ask her to contact Georgiana’s gynecologist for Raine. For a while, Abby worked as Georgiana’s assistant, so she’d have that information. However, my aunt’s so fucking nosy. In no time at all, our family and friends would get wind of Raine’s presence.

  Or even the press.

  All hell would follow. If Raine’s background was questioned, she’d admit to being a prostitute. I’m not embarrassed by that, per se. But the information caused enough trouble when my mother found out.

  Speaking of whom, Dietrech seems to be a good fit. Actually, much better than I expected. Or hoped. Though it’s only been forty-eight hours, Mother seems happier than she’s been in a long time.

  With my ex-wife caring for my mother and Montana nowhere to be found, I have nothing but free time, which I spend with Raine. Or, if she’s busy preparing her homecooked meals, I search out locations I think Sloane might be hiding the papers he signed for Joe Groveston.

  While upstairs, I found absolutely no proof to substantiate what a betraying dog Sloane is. That leaves his office, although I doubted he’d be that bold and brazen to leave evidence in a room I sometimes use.

  I saw nothing but copies of ridiculously huge checks from business deals he’s involved in. Real estate ventures. And drinking water. That’s Josh, his brother-in-law’s company. However, having Sloane’s name attached to it has been very beneficial. His contracts to produce up-and-coming acts, and an interest in a concert promoting business. Then, there’s Georgiana’s exclusive clothes boutiques, shoe and make-up lines, fucking furniture. Not to mention the companies they have shared interests in.

  Those two have their hands in everything. If Sloane never records another track of music with Phoenix Rising, he’s set for the rest of his life. Who fucking knew a fucking manwhore, drug addict like Sloane and a stupid little bitch like Georgie would end up billionaires in just a few years of hooking up with each other?

  Yet, he claims to be losing money. He stole my inheritance from me. Impotent anger churns in me.

  Raine clears her throat, snapping me out of my dark thoughts. She gives me a hesitant smile, walks up to me, and puts her arms around my neck, kissing me.

  “Ummmhhmmm,” I breathe against her sweet lips. Her perfume intoxicates me and I settle my hands against her waist, pulling her against me and thrusting my hard cock against her belly.

  She deepens the kiss and I feast on her lips, ready to eat her cunt for an hour like I did last night, until she begged me for mercy.

  “What’s the kiss for?” I ask, long minutes later, allowing her to make out with me like we’re teenagers.

  She smiles at me. “Do I need a reason to kiss you?”

  “No,” I respond, on the verge of canceling our plans to fuck her.

  I’ll start right where we stand, in the foyer. Just yesterday, we discovered how cold these floors can get. Thinking about the amount of time I’ve spent erasing security footage, I grin.

  She runs her fingers down my chest and gives me a dreamy look. “I’m ready to leave if you are.”

  I cup her face and kiss her again. “Are you?”

  “Yes,” she whispers against my lips, then backs out of my embrace. Excitement brightens her eyes. “Am I dressed appropriately? Where are we going?”

  She’s wearing cowboy boots, a sundress, and a bolero jacket. She’s adorable.

  “We have a meeting with the stars,” I say cryptically.

  She covers her mouth, then jumps up and down. “Really?” she squeals. “Who?”

  A smidgeon of guilt hits me, and I consider telling her our actual destination. Instead, I kiss the tip of her nose and say, “You’ll see.”

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bsp; She nods. “I trust your judgment.”

  “I know you do,” I respond, pretending I don’t feel one way or the other about the words that confirm what I already knew. “Are you ready?”

  “For you? Always.”

  Thirty minutes later, I halt my car near a clearing, deep on Sloane’s property. This particular piece of land is the one I’ve coveted the most. The backdrop of the mountains is spectacular. I’ve camped here before, so I know what a gorgeous sunrise this area offers. Fish fill a nearby watering hole.

  Upon Sloane’s death, Georgiana might be more inclined to sell me the one hundred acres I want.

  “Where are we?” Raine asks.

  I turn on the light to better see Raine’s face. She’s glancing around, leaning forward in her seat to get a better view.

  Chuckling, I kill the engine, open my door and get the picnic basket from the back.

  By the time I come around to her side, she’s already out and waiting for me.

  “A meeting with a few stars,” she echoes, then makes an arc of her hand. “Stargazing.”

  I hold up the picnic basket. “Along with drinking, eating, and fucking.”

  I start to brush by her, then halt and grab her hand, so we can walk together to my chosen spot.

  At the clearing, I set the picnic basket on the ground.

  “I forgot the blanket in the car.”

  “I’ll run and get it,” she volunteers.

  “No, babe.”

  She’s giving this compromising thing a real shot. Stealing a quick kiss, I jog back to my car, grab the blanket, and then run back to Raine. She’s found the LED camping lamps and have them lit, though she’s still gazing around. She tips her head to the sky, and gasps.

  I follow the direction of her gaze. Stars glitter in the dark sky, surrounding us on an endless horizon. Not far away, stands of trees hide the source of the sounds serenading us. The mountain range is a shadowy outline in the cool night.

  “It’s beautiful,” she whispers as I spread the blanket.