Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  The entire ride to the club is quiet. Rhys attempts conversation several times, but Henley responds with short, abrupt answers. Her mind is obviously elsewhere. When the limo stops we wait for security to get into place. We all emerge from the limo, Henley to exit last. The crowd goes crazy but our security and club security keeps them back. I can feel the heavy bass thumping from the speakers before we get through the door. I offer Henley my arm as soon as we’re through the door. Cory, Joe, Rhys, Griffin, and I surround her protecting her from the bullshit until we just fucking can’t. We discuss the plan to keep damage to a minimum tonight while she’s being primped, and we figure it was best for all of us to be within four feet of her at all times.

  Koi and Camden greet us as soon as we hit the top step to the upper VIP level.

  “Torres is here,” Koi tells us.

  “Is he now? I guess he wants to make sure I’ll be a good girl and do as daddy told me,” Henley says snarkily.

  “Where is he?” Rhys asks.

  Koi and Cam point him out. Once we’re aware of who we’re watching we make it to a table reserved for us. It doesn’t take long to get alcohol in our system. Henley lounges on the couch talking to Jessica and Samantha while the rest of us stand guard around the area. Cory and his men stop several people from getting into our little corner eager to see someone in the band.

  After an hour, I relax a bit. I’m dreading the moment she has to dance with them. I don’t which will be worse for her, bumping and grinding her ass to a fast paced song or dancing intimately to a slow one.

  Another hour passes and nothing happens, so I relax a little more. Hen motions us over to the couches.

  “When I tell you it’s time, pull out your cameras. I need both video and photos,” she informs with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

  I’m not sure if mischievous is good or bad right now.

  Another half an hour passes before Hen, Jess, Meghan, and Sam leave the couch. They go to the ladies room. I stay put on the couch as Joe and Cory guard the bathroom door. A few moments later a text comes through from Henley.

  “Be ready.”

  I glance around to see my friends and brother seem to have received the same text. She sends one more to us.

  “Do not interfere unless someone harms me.”

  Sam and Jess emerge from the bathroom, and Joe follows them leaving Cory at the door.

  When Henley opens the door, she steps out, speaks to Cory and smiles. Cory nods his head. Fuck this can’t be good.

  We all stand and watch as Henley walks across the VIP section. She walks straight to David Torres, kicks her heels off and places a knee on either side of him straddling his lap. Before I realize what the fuck is happening her tongue is down his throat and his hand is on her ass. She breaks the kiss, turns around and dances with her ass right in his face. Now and then she drops her ass all the way down to his lap, then leans all the way over to shake her ass in his face again. It’s difficult to watch your sister slide her hands all over herself and grind her ass all over a man. The only thing that keeps me from wanting to break his neck is I’m sure Henley will win this little battle of wits.

  Thank God the song is over. Henley slides off the asshole, puts her shoes on, leans down to speak to him, and smiles like a Cheshire cat. He shoots out of his seat almost knocking her over, but Cory and Joe get between them with superhuman speed. She throws her head back and laughs at Torres. Cory looks ready to murder.

  Henley turns on her heel and struts her ass back to the couch. She winks at me with that shit-eating grin on her face. I make tracks to her desperate to find out what in the hell just happened. I make it to her about the same time all the other men do.

  “Why in the fuck would you make me watch that shit much less video it?” Koi is frowning clearly unhappy.

  “Cory found out his wife wants to divorce him but she can’t touch his money unless she can prove infidelity. It is apparently well-known he can’t keep his dick in his pants, but his wife can’t get evidence. After I got his little dick hard, I told him I had all of you videoing and photographing the whole thing and if he ever tried to force me to do some bullshit publicity stunt again, I’d send her all the proof she needed to take his money,” she grins.

  We all burst into laughter.

  Koi hands out shots and holds his up in a toast to our sister, “Welcome to rock-and-roll mother fucker!”

  “Welcome to rock-and-roll mother fucker!” we yell at the top of our lungs.

  Henley, Jessica, Meghan, and Samantha pour copious amounts of alcohol down their throat, as do the rest of us. They dance on each other, and if I could remove Henley from the situation I’d sit here all night and watch those three bodies grind against each other. I’d rather they take their clothes off first. Damn that’s a whole lot of beautiful and attitude in one room.

  Meghan sits down beside me and orders another drink.

  “Shouldn’t you be drinking a little water?” I ask.

  “Nah, I got this,” she winks.

  She’s wearing a black number too which compliments her dark hair really well. Her tits are about to spill out of her dress, and I swear if they do I’ll be a gentleman and help her put them back in. Meghan throws back another shot and then licks her lips. My dick twitches. This woman is an attorney, and that means she’s got confidence and the bite of a bulldog. The thought of her biting me makes my dick slightly hard. She’s covered in tattoos, unlike any attorney I’ve ever seen. I bet she’d look hot as fuck in a pinstripe suit, and smoking as she slowly took it off and let it drop to the floor. My dick is at full salute now. I shouldn’t drink around this woman in the future.

  “It’s time to mingle with fans,” Samantha announces.

  Meghan places her hand on my wrist, “Come dance.”

  I shouldn’t focus on the word “come” as much as I am. She pulls slightly at my wrist and I follow like any man would. Security surrounds us as we descend the stairs to the bottom floor. Fans flock to several of the members, but I’m blessed a little more anonymity since I’m still fresh on the scene in an already established band. Meghan takes full advantage of it and drags me like a puppy dog to the dance floor. When she gets to a spot she fancies, she stops and pulls my hands to her curvy hips. Next thing I know her ass is grinding on my dick. Dancing is fucking with clothes on, and damn if she doesn’t prove me right. I don’t care about the music playing, I can only feel the beat of it and her ass all over me.

  ***

  Henley

  Fans are everywhere and men ask me to dance, but I’m not feeling it. Kip’s been distant all night, and women are all over him so I grab Rhys and find Meghan and Memphis on the dance floor. We dance close to them, but Rhys’ attention is all over the place. He’s like a kid in a candy store with all the skin on display around us. Griffin takes pity on me and joins me allowing Rhys to capitalize on the surrounding women. Griff and I dance for a while before Kip cuts in.

  I smile at him, glad he’s apparently back to himself. The DJ is mixing Lil Wayne. I should be honest and admit listening to Lil Wayne makes me want to fuck. I want to keep up with the beat as my body moves against another. Alcohol makes me want to fuck. Dancing makes me want to fuck. I’ve always heard you want what you can’t have. I’ve sworn off sex, so I want dick and I can’t have it. I get lost in the music as an Eminem song comes on with a slower beat. Kip’s hands wrap around my hips as low as they can go without being inappropriate. As the chorus plays, he spins me around to face him, and drapes my arm over his shoulder, so I place my other arm on his opposite shoulder.

  His eyes are averted down to my body causing his head to lower, placing his neck entirely too close to my nose. God he smells good. I watch him watch our bodies slide against each other, and I should be ashamed for being turned on by it. I should’ve fucked myself with that vibrator before we came here. I’m so worked up my snatch just might explode, and then I’ll never have another orgasm because she’ll be a
ll over this damn nightclub floor. I’m definitely using my vibrator when I get home.

  As the song turns to another I realize it's Kip singing, so I stand there for a second a few steps away from him. Kip’s voice is filtering through the speakers. He shoves his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. To my amazement no one approaches him to dance. His eyes remain on me and he smiles crookedly and shyly. Kip winks as he slightly inclines his head back motioning me to him. I close the space between us, not missing him slightly licking his lips as his hands touch the lowest part of my back and the top of my ass. He pulls me toward him placing his forehead on mine. His eyes are closed, but he sways in time with the music. His hands guide my hips to move in time with his.

  When he opens his eyes, I freak out and peer down at his chest. I know I’m bad, and I’m trying like hell to feel guilty for appreciating him in a slightly different light. His chest is so toned and hard. A drummer’s body. Fuck. He pulls me even closer and sings softly in my ear. He sings along with the beautiful song he wrote. His voice is so fucking beautiful and hypnotizing. I thought what I listened to yesterday was amazing, but Kip singing in my ear is so unfiltered and intimate. This is why I should never have sex with anyone ever again. Jag and I already went down this road, and look at me lusting after Kip’s body as we speak. I’m fucked up. My own worst enemy.

  The end of his song is mixed into something more upbeat, so I turn away to break the tension and press my backside into him. I’m thrown off kilter when I realize Kip and I are completely surrounded by security, their backs to us. I can’t even see anyone else on the dance floor. I glance back at him and he shrugs with a smile. Before we can continue dancing, Jessica’s drunk ass bursts through the wall of goons.

  “My turn, bitch. I’m crushin’ hard, Kip,” she divulges.

  He throws his head back and laughs. He squeezes my hand as Jessica squeezes between us, his eyes never leaving mine. He nods to tell me he’s okay with the interruption and smiles at me in a way I’ve never seen before. It’s not a big smile, it… it’s only a half-smile but seemed so… shit. I’m drunk. Only the left side of his mouth really rose in the smile and he doesn’t have the mischievous look in his eyes I’m so accustomed to.

  I shake my head, and tap Cory on the shoulder to get the fuck away from something I’d regret in so many ways. I look over my shoulder before I step out of the Circle of Goon, and Kip’s eyes are still on me.

  “Don’t leave,” he mouths.

  I hold my hands out palm up showing I don’t know what he wants me to do. I mouth a ‘never mind’ to Cory. When I turn back towards Kip he uses his head to motion me towards him. Jessica is drunkenly swaying in front of Kip and probably already forgot who she was dancing with. She’s pretty shit faced, eyes closed, and barely conscious. Kip gently glides her around his body so she’s dancing on his back side. She almost falls, but Joe catches her and ushers her out of the Circle of Goon. Hopefully he’ll pour water down her throat.

  “Come here,” Kip says over the music.

  I step back to him and look up at him. I feel his thumb press into my skin right below my stomach in my pelvic region. His fingers wrap around the side of my hip, the tips landing on my ass cheek. I let out a breath I swear I’ve been holding since I fucked Ian last. Suddenly he grips me with more force and pulls me to him. He looks down at me, his lips only an inch away. I can feel his breath on me and I close my eyes and lean my head back so I can take in this moment and remember exactly how it feels. I should stop it, I shouldn’t let this happen, but I have no willpower. My body wants him. I never thought I would say that. Tomorrow he’ll probably hate me. He’ll tell me I should’ve stopped him because he’d been drinking.

  While my head is still back, his lips press onto my neck and then his tongue glides down the length of it until he nips that little place where my neck and shoulder meet. A moan escapes me and Kip must hear it because his pelvis is bumping into mine. I can feel how hard and big his dick is through the denim. His tongue slowly treks up my neck and after he nips my ear lobe he whispers “Turn around,” with such dominance my pussy trickles juice down my leg.

  I don’t have a chance to spin around before he does it for me. His fingers dig into my hip again and our bodies move to the music. I grind on his erection as the beat of the song guides my body. His right hand moves with ease up and down my side, down to my ass which he thoroughly feels up. I lean my head back onto his chest trying to get as close to him as humanly possible.

  “Fuck,” he whispers in my ear as I put more pressure on his dick.

  I moan at his declaration, and his hand inches around my hip from my ass and dips between my legs.

  “Ahhh,” I scream out and luckily the music drowns my voice out, but Kip hears me.

  His lips are pressed against my ear, “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  I moan again, the music only seeming to intensify the feeling of his finger on my clit. He pulls his finger out of my panties and I almost protest but his raspy voice is in my ear again.

  “Stick your ass out, Henley,” he commands.

  I obey, and his thumb traces the line of panties to my core, where he finally pushes inside me. I almost collapse at the feeling of pure ecstasy. He breathes harshly in my ear and my moans are lost in the volume of the music.

  “Come for me,” he says. “Come on my hand.”

  He continues his assault inside me, his free arm holding me below my breasts… holding me firmly to him. He licks my ear lobe and then nips it. I’m getting so close. His tongue moves down my neck and nips my favorite spot at the bottom and I explode. I come so fucking hard I swear I go blind. My vision goes blurry with the bliss coursing through my veins.

  “Fuck me,” he says as I continue to pulse on his hand.

  He rains kisses back up my neck and his arm comes up to my jaw turning my head towards him. His lips almost touch mine when he suddenly looks over his shoulder.

  “Hold on man,” he says and pulls his hand from between my legs.

  He pulls my dress back down, turns me around, kisses me right beside my mouth, grabs my hand, and turns around to tap Joe on the shoulder.

  Joe takes a step back but doesn’t look directly at us, “We need to go. There’s a situation outside.”

  “Let’s go,” Kip says and pulls me along with him as security turns around and surrounds us on the way to the front entrance.

  “What’s going on?” I ask Kip as we walk through the club.

  “Not sure,” he answers.

  When the front door opens, all hell has broken loose. Ian and Jagger are shoving each other and calling each other names while club security is attempting to break them up. Not ten seconds after Kip and I step out the door, Jagger lands a punch on Ian. Ian retaliates with ferocity I didn’t know he was capable of. Our own security steps in and pulls them apart, but it’s like trying to keep a male dog from pissing on a tree to mark his territory. They’re fighting over something to do with me I’m sure. They both break away from the hands that clutch their limbs and land a few more punches.

  “I swear to God I will beat your ass the first chance I get, and nobody will be there to save your pussy ass,” Jagger shouts.

  Oh Jesus Christ.

  “Ms. Hendrix I need you to get into the limo,” Marquez says.

  I hear him, I really do, but I’m glued to my spot on the sidewalk watching these two idiots.

  “Fuck you Carlyle. You’re just mad because I’m a better lay than you are. You saw it didn’t you?” Ian taunts.

  “You knew I was trying to work shit out with her,” Jagger shouts.

  “Well I guess she wasn’t on the same page because as I recall it was my cock in her on that video,” Ian shouts back.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I scream before I even realize I did it.

  All the bystanders have their phones out. Fuck a monkey! This shit will be all over the fucking internet before we make it back to the hotel. I walk closer
to the two of them so they can both hear me without shouting.

  “You’re acting like teenagers. What the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t want either one of you! Jagger you fucked me over so many times I’ve lost count. We were done a long time ago. You fucking broke me! You told me you wished I had died instead of Caleb! I’m not going into that toxic waste dump again so get over your fucking self. Ian, you treated me like a fucking white trash whore when you got caught with your hand in the candy jar. The craziest thing about it is, we did nothing wrong. Neither one of us! You didn’t stand by me the one time you were fucking expected and required to and you think I’ll ever want to be with you? Grow the fuck up. Both of you.”

  I turn on my heel and follow Marquez to a limo with Jessica, Samantha, and Meghan already tucked inside.

  ***

  Memphis

  Band members and security shove Jagger and Ian into a limo and we all cram in with them. Fuck it if they want to fight let them have it out in the limo. Cory’s arm is wrapped around Jagger’s neck to prevent him from bucking against him. If he does, he’ll strangle himself. Joe has his hand on Ian’s shirt waiting to yank him back if he jumps. When you shove nine large men into a limo, it gets a little stuffy.

  Once the door to the limo shuts Jagger runs his fucking mouth, “You’re a sneaky fucking bastard. You knew I was giving her space. I should’ve never called you and this shit wouldn’t have happened. Think you can trust a man,” he seethes.

  Ian spouts right back at him, “Trust? You want to talk about trust? Do you not remember how she found out another woman might have your baby? Do you not remember Cam’s wedding? You tried to fuck her in a goddamn bathroom when your date was right outside.”

  “I swear to everything holy if one of you assholes says one more fucking word I’ll beat both of your asses,” Koi says and they shut up.

  Silence ensues, but the tension is thick. It seems like everybody is ready to jump at any moment. Henley avoided a spectacle tonight by having to whore herself out with these two only to have them embarrass the hell out of her anyways. I’m sure someone captured that shit on video and it won’t be pretty come morning.