Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  “Five minutes Jag!” Cam yells.

  Jagger continues the kiss for several more moments, and then he pulls away slightly, his eyes still closed, our breaths ragged. He opens his eyes, licks his bottom lip, and lets his lips softly touch mine one more time. He pulls away slightly once more and rests his forehead on mine.

  “Thank you for hearing me out,” he says.

  I just nod because I can’t form words at the moment. He pulls his forehead back and brushes my hair from my face again. He looks my entire face over and kisses my forehead. He steps back a couple of steps. He closes my hatch, grabs my hand, hands me my keys, and opens the driver side door.

  “Hey.” I look up into his big crystal blue eyes, and he touches my face again. “Be careful going home, okay? Will you text me and let me know you arrive safely?”

  I stare into his baby blues for a minute.

  “Look,” he shrugs his shoulders, “If you don’t want to text me, will you let Koi and Kip know you are safe?”

  “I will text you, Jagger,” I say softly.

  “Okay. I gotta go.” He leans down and kisses my forehead again.

  He hesitates as he takes a few steps back, but he finally turns around and walks towards the venue. I watch him walk away. Even his back side is beautiful. When he reaches the entrance, he touches the door frame with his hand, turns and looks back at me. I don’t drop my eyes from him. He smiles, and I smile back, and then he is gone.

  I slump into my seat a quivering mess. I hope I can remember the way home.

  Luckily, I remember the way home, but the drive is one big blur. I’m still lost in that kiss. I pull into the garage and close the door behind me.

  Once, inside, I stare at my phone. Should I wait to text or just text him now? I don’t want to give him the wrong impression. Hell, I don’t even know what impression I have of us anymore. I know he is sorry for what happened, and I doubt my reaction again. Did I overreact?

  Fuck it. I pick up my phone and text him.

  Me: I’m home safely.

  I set my phone on the ottoman and pad to my bedroom to change into a pair of yoga pants and a tank. I return to the living room and settle in to catch up on The Vampire Diaries. I can’t help it. The Salvatore brothers are smoking hot. Not that I would know anything personal about one of them. My phone chirps.

  Jagger: Good. Doors locked?

  Me: Are you on stage?

  Jagger: Yeah, between songs.

  Me: Ok. Doors are locked.

  Jagger: Sweet dreams.

  Me: Play beautifully.

  I send Kip and Koi a message to inform them that I made it home safely. I fall asleep during the second episode of TVD. My phone chirps and wakes me at some point. When I look at my phone I discover it is 3:30 a.m.

  Jagger: You up?

  Me: Yeah.

  Jagger: Did I wake you?

  Me: Yeah, but it’s okay. I fell asleep on the couch watching TV. I need to get up and go to bed anyways.

  Jagger: Are you going out to smoke now?

  Me: Are you spying on me?

  Jagger: I just know you.

  Me: I just lit up.

  Jagger: No, I’m not stalking you. I promise. Can’t sleep.

  Me: Wired from the show?

  Jagger: Yeah. We’ve had two weeks off, so I’m not exhausted like I normally am.

  Me: It always takes me hours to find sleep after a show, no matter how tired I am.

  Jagger: I remember. Caleb wouldn’t go to sleep until the sun came up. I remember him staying up all night playing Xbox or….. with a pretty lady.

  Me: He was such a playboy.

  Jagger: Every woman wanted to fuck him, and every man wanted to be him.

  Me: He was really humble about it though. I have seen musicians treat women like shit. He was always such a charmer.

  Jagger: He had major game. He could talk a nun out of her panties.

  Me: Yeah, he could.

  Jagger: Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.

  Me: It’s okay. Sweet dreams.

  Jagger: Always.

  I toss and turn for an eternity thinking of Jagger. I wish he were here holding me because I would find sleep instantly.

  Chapter 24

  Three days later, I’m awoken in typical Kip style.

  “Stick it in me. Oh yeah. Oh God, right there,” a woman demands, followed by a man grunting.

  “Oh God, I want to piss on you,” the woman says and the man grunts again.

  Then I can hear a steady stream of piss.

  “Oh, that is beautiful,” the man says.

  I finally crawl out of the bed and look at my cell. It’s 8:00 in the morning. I’m going to kill him! I was up all night writing. I make my way to the master bath, but I can’t piss because the porn is streaming through my home’s surround sound system. Jesus Christ.

  “Lick it out, big boy,” she says.

  I can hear a human tongue lapping and hope it isn’t really urine he is lapping up.

  “That’s a good boy. Now lie back. I’m going to sit on your face you fat fuck,” she says.

  I’m sorry you have to hear this, baby Jesus. I can hear the muffled groans of the man.

  “You like when I ride your fucking face, don’t you? Fuck me with your tongue!” Then I hear the sound of a slap on skin. It sounds like it hurts.

  “You like it when I beat you? You are such a worthless fuck. Do I have to do this all myself? Turn over!” she screams.

  When I walk into my living room, I discover it is filled with Koi, Kip, Cam, Jagger, Samantha, Jessica, Kathrine, Griffin, and Rhys. They erupt in laughter. They haven’t been up all night. I narrow my eyes on Kip. He smiles and wiggles his brows at me. Sometimes I just want to throttle him. I start towards him, and the dumb ass just stands there grinning. I walk up to him and grab his hand. It is time to teach Kip a lesson about waking me up in the morning. I lead him down the hall to my bedroom and push him onto the bed. His eyes are as big as half dollars. I pull out a few scarves from my closet, and straddle Kip on the bed. His dick is hard. Men can be so predictable. I tie one hand up to the headboard, and then the other. I do this with slow precision, so he thinks I’m trying to be sexy. I’m making damn sure the little shit can’t get out of it. I stand from the bed and head to the door.

  “Are you closing it so you and daddy can have more privacy?” He has the smuggest little smile on his face, so I turn and wink at him. Then I yell for Samantha and Jessica. “What are you doing?” he asks.

  Samantha and Jessica enter my room anxious to see what I have done. “Uh oh,” Sam says.

  “I need you to retrieve your bag of toys,” I say to Samantha.

  “What bag?” she plays coy.

  “The bag you keep in the back of your car for bad little girls, you fucking freak,” Jessica says. Samantha rolls her eyes and leaves to retrieve the bag.

  “Sit with him and make sure he doesn’t move.” Jessica sits down with him, and rubs her hands all over his stomach to mess with his head. Both of them.

  I return to the living room and turn the annoying porn off. Who pisses on people? I find some Bury Your Dead and turn it up in only my bedroom. I walk back to my room and see Jessica has discovered a feather in my bedside table. She is using that on his stomach now, and Kip looks like he is temporarily in love.

  I’m finally able to pee. I return through the living room to the kitchen. I need coffee, badly! I smell coffee before I round the corner to the kitchen. Jagger holds out a cup of coffee to me, and I kiss him on the cheek. I take a swig and head to the deck to smoke a cigarette. The guys follow, and I discover Shaun, John, and Dale lounging around. They are so hot!

  I light a cigarette when Samantha walks through the French doors and sits a huge duffel bag on the table in front of me. I open it and almost have a heart attack. Jesus, I knew she was a freak, but really? Who needs this much stuff? I discover she has a small sex store in a bag
. It would definitely do the trick. I put my cigarette out and turn towards the house.

  “Can we watch?” Koi asks.

  “Absolutely, I might need help holding him down.”

  “I can’t wait!” Rhys exclaims.

  We return to the bedroom, where the only sounds audible are death metal. I chose this music for a reason. When I return, Kip smiles until he sees the men following me. A look of panic crosses his face again.

  I sit the bag on the bed, and the guy’s crowd around staying close to the walls. I open the bag and pull out a ball gag. I straddle Kip and force it over his head and into his mouth. Next, I pull out a collar and leash and put it around Kip’s neck. He really looks scared now. I lift off of him and look at Jessica. She knows that look. She reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down his legs while running her tongue across her teeth. Kip just closes his eyes. He doesn’t know whether to be afraid or excited. Then, I pull out an ankle restraint bar and bind each ankle in them. Over the death metal, I can hear the roar of laughter behind me. Next, I pick up a strap-on and throw it at Jessica. She puts it on. Bless her. Kip’s eyes are about to pop out of his head, and he struggles against the ties at his wrists. He is about to be my bitch. I look back at Koi and Jagger, and I motion them over. Once they are close enough, I yell over the music.

  “I need to flip him over on his stomach and restrain his hands behind his back. Let’s take his shirt off while we have his hands untied.”

  The guys take a hand each, untie one at a time, and I take his shirt off. They force him on his stomach and then put his hands behind his back. I put another bar restraint on his wrists behind his back. I’m so thankful Sam is a freak. I find a riding crop and smack him on the ass. About the same time the music ends on the current play list, we hear Kip scream through the ball gag. The room erupts in laughter.

  “Up!” I say to Kip, and he bends his knees and puts his ass in the air. Jessica starts thrusting the strap-on in and out of his face, which solicits a whimper from Kip.

  “How many times have you done this to a girl?” Jessica yells at him.

  She is really good at this. He makes an “I don’t know” sound, and Jessica orders me to hit him on the ass. I do, and he screams again through the ball gag.

  “No,” Jessica says, and pulls his boxers down exposing his bare ass. “Now hit him.”

  Kip’s eyes grow large again, and he shakes his head “no”. Slap! He screams again. Jessica reaches in the bag and pulls out a long black paddle and begins thrusting the strap-on in and out of his face again.

  “How many times have you shoved your dick in a girl’s face?” she asks again.

  He whimpers again. She hits him with the paddle in the left ass cheek, and I follow behind with the riding crop to the right cheek. He screams again. His white ass is bright red. Jessica climbs on the bed behind him with the strap-on pointed at his bare ass, and I pull my camera out. I take picture after picture of her thrusting it in and out, pretending to insert it in his nether region. I also take several of her hitting his red ass with the paddle and riding crop. The best pictures show Kip’s face, and the fear is plainly there, ball gag firmly in place. The guys each take disturbing pictures with him. When I have had enough fun, I have Koi and Cam place Kip on his back, and I take the ankle restraints and the ball gag off.

  “Now what did we learn today Kip?” I ask.

  He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Wake you with porn every morning so you and that hot little Dom over there can tie me up and beat my ass?”

  Jessica is obviously not satisfied with his response, because she calls his name, and when he turns his head to the opposite side of the bed, she rams the strap-on in his mouth. I lost it. That is the funniest thing I have ever seen, and it causes me to double over with laughter. The entire room is having a tough time of it as well.

  “Tastes like cotton candy,” Kip says, and we all lose it again.

  ***

  We spend the morning and afternoon at the beach munching on food, drinking beer, and listening to music. Kip proposes marriage to me and Jessica several times and is now a self-proclaimed Mormon. We play volleyball and corn hole, and we each got our own nap in at some point. Jagger and I don’t speak a great deal, but when we do, it isn’t awkward. I catch him looking at me several times, and he simply smiles. The smile reminds me of our last kiss. It is super panty-dripping, I mean dropping, hot!

  When night falls, we build a fire in the pit. The guitars come out, and we play into the night. I sing and play mostly cover songs with everyone there. Some of the guys sing and pick songs they are writing.

  As the intoxication grows, we play less and less and collectively decide to take a stroll down the beach. Cam and Kathrine disappear in the opposite direction of the group. Ten-four! Koi grabs Jessica’s hand, and Samantha slaps Kip in the arm when he attempts to grab hers. Jagger and I walk closely to each other, and I find myself wanting him to grab my hand. We don’t walk far before Shaun, Dale, and John stop by a party a few houses down. It appears to be a bunch of college kids are going on a rip. Samantha’s eyes hone in on all the women at the party. She likes college girls, so experimental. She nods at me, and I smile back in understanding, so she hauls Kip off to the party.

  Koi, Jessica, Jagger and I continue down the beach. Jagger and Koi are arguing about a Pink Floyd song, and I take the moment to give Jessica a smile. She winks back. I know these two would end up hooking up. Jessica jumps into their dispute and agrees with Jagger. Smart move girl.

  “You are really agreeing with this ass hat?” he points to Jag.

  “Yeah. I am! Right is right. This isn’t a grey area. That is the correct interpretation of the song!”

  “Yeah?” Koi asks smiling down at her.

  She backs up as he moves towards her like a predator, and then turns and takes off running, but Koi chases her down. He picks her up and turns her around, which is when my best friend wraps her legs around my brother. I try not to think too much about it. Otherwise, I will begin planning their wedding tonight. Koi drops them into the ocean and takes her under water. She comes up shouting expletives at him, but she is interrupted when he kisses her. I give them their privacy since Koi doesn’t get it often enough.

  Jagger and I continue walking, and he finally reaches down and grabs my hand. I smile but don’t look at him. I can’t. We walk in silence for a bit before he finally breaks the ice.

  “So Koi and Jess?” he asks.

  “Yeah. I kinda knew something was going on in New Orleans.”

  “They would be good together. She wouldn’t put up with his shit. She also knew him long before he hit it big. Her intentions wouldn’t be questioned.”

  “They would be great together. I would be lucky if I ever managed to get her as a sister-n-law. Sister-n-law and best friend in one package is every sisters’ dream,” I say.

  “You think Koi will ever get married?”

  “When he meets the right one and is ready to settle down, I think he will.”

  “He hasn’t ever talked about it.”

  “He’s been too busy playing rock star. He’s had the world at his fingertips for ten years. He wouldn’t pursue Jessica if he didn’t want something serious from it. Too many people get hurt if it ends badly.” I repeat his words from months back. “That tells me he is ready to settle down.”

  Jag agrees, and we continue our walk towards a little rock cove that separates this private beach from the public beach. From the time I bought the house, a cave had been shaped and maintained in the rock wall. The last time I was here, Caleb made me swim into it. The tide was up, and he dragged me along. He wrote our names and a bunch of vulgar things on the rocks. That was a month before he died, and I wonder if it is still there.

  “There is a cave in the rock wall. When the tide is up you have to swim into it,” I say.

  “Let’s check it out.”

  “Uh-uh. I’m not going in that thing at ni
ght.”

  “You scared?”

  “Of what critters could be in there? Definitely!”

  “Come on, I will protect you. Stop being such a girl.”

  “I am a girl.”

  “You have never acted like one before. Too damn tough.”

  “Fine, but if I’m eaten by a sea monster, my death is on your hands.” I march ahead of him and reach the entrance of the cave before he does. I stop at the entrance, my resolve giving way.

  “You have to go in.”

  “You can’t see anything in there.”

  “I have my cell; I will use the light on it,” he pulls his cell out of his pocket and illuminates the cave. “Come on sissy.”

  “Sissy my ass.” I push myself forward but he grabs my hand.

  I walk over to the wall Caleb had vandalized, and wouldn’t you know, it is still visible.

  Jagger laughs. “No he didn’t!”

  “He did.”

  Call for a good time is still on the cave wall along with a previous cell number of mine.

  “Henley, look at me.” I turned my head to him, and he hit something on my shoulder.

  “I don’t want to know do I?”

  “Nope.”

  “I told you I was going to get eaten by a sea monster!” I ran for my life, and out of the cave.

  Jagger runs after me. “Come back, you sissy.”

  “I’m not a sissy; I just don’t want to die.” I yell over my shoulder. He catches up with me and scoops me up from the sand, throwing me over his shoulder. I’m only wearing a bikini, so my ass is literally in his face.