Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  I know Kip is about to go off on his thoughts about the subject. I see it in his eyes, his wheels are turning and it will prolong this process.

  “Chauncey, can we cue music?” I ask.

  He appears thankful for the reprieve from Kipisms. The philosophical rants of Kip Paxton.

  “Any requests?” Chauncey asks.

  Kip and I both say in unison, “Can’t Quit You Baby, Little Milton.”

  “Put that shit on repeat,” Kip adds.

  Chauncey smiles knowingly, but unless he’s ever heard the song he doesn’t understand the power music has over a person’s body.

  “Always wanted to fuck to that song,” Kip says to me.

  “Yeah?” I raise my eyebrows.

  “Never did. Reminds me of you,” he smiles.

  Kip thrusts up towards me several times making me very aware of his erection below me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask as I wait for the music to start.

  “Stretching. It’s like stretching before a workout. I don’t want to pull any muscles, boo.”

  “Boo?”

  “Yeah. Boo. You didn’t stretch?” he asks.

  I sigh because only Kip would have a conversation about stretching before sex right before we’re about to “pretend” to be intimate in front of strangers.

  “Feeling awkward yet?” he asks.

  “Kip, shut up.”

  “Nuh-uh. I want to know about my hair hanging down while I pound vaginas,” his eyebrows wiggle.

  “I wouldn’t know. You’ve never pounded my vagina,” I answer.

  “This seriously needs to be rectified. I will let my hair hang in my face while I ‘pretend’ to pound you in about oh… 2.5 seconds,” he says, and the music begins.

  “So I’m going to kiss you now,” he teases.

  “Okay,” I smile.

  “It doesn’t feel the same without Cory here,” he says and throws me into a fit of giggles.

  “You want to call Cory and ask him to watch this?” I ask.

  “Nope. He slightly…. Scares the fuck out of me. Scarier than jungle peepers.”

  He licks my lips, which only causes me to lick my lips.

  “Way scarier,” I robotically say.

  “Yeah,” he whispers.

  He places a hand on my hip, and the other cups my face as pulls me down to him and presses his lips on mine. He doesn’t stay there long though. He kisses his way across my cheek to my ear, then down my neck, and continues until he reaches my chest. He never lets my nipples leave his chest, only going as far as we can go while still giving me coverage. I instinctively grind on him, and dear baby Jesus he feels good.

  His lips kiss back up my lip to my jaw and then to my mouth where he plunges in. He grips both hips with more force and guides me along him.

  “Fuck,” he moans.

  I open my eyes to look into his and find his face full of pain.

  “Am I hurting you?” I ask and attempt to slow my hips.

  He grips me even firmer and prevents me from stopping.

  “Yeah, but not how you think,” he says.

  “I don’t…”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he pleads.

  He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and then down to my chin before he pushes his hand up my jaw and into my hair. He uses my hair to force my lips back down to his, kissing me slower than he has in this scene. His grip loosens on my hips and we slow down our movement. Kip pulls back to catch his breath, his hand still in my hair guides my forehead down to his. I feel his breath on me as he breathes in and out less than an inch from my own mouth.

  “Feels so good,” he says.

  When a man is in throes of passion, it alters his voice. It has an edginess to it that’s not present any other time, and damn if I don’t like to hear a man talk to me. Does shit.

  “Kip,” I breathe into him so he’ll talk more.

  “I want to be inside you so bad it hurts,” he whispers.

  His words affect me. I arch my back and let my head fall back causing his hand to slip from my hair and down my throat where he lets it remain. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my body move slightly above his.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he says.

  I continue to grind on him and if I can keep going at this pace, hitting this spot, I’ll come. Fucking explode on top of him. Just as I’m about reach the top of that hill we’ve been climbing, he growls and flips me over on the bed. He doesn’t stop to check our sheets or see what’s exposed. He wastes no time rubbing himself against me and diving in my mouth with his tongue. I wrap my legs around him and hold on for the ride.

  “Fuck, Hen.”

  “Keep going Kip,” I beg.

  He pulls away to look in my eyes, never breaking rhythm. Goddamn… no wonder women love to fuck drummers.

  “Hen?” he questions.

  “Don’t stop, Kip, please.”

  He nods slightly and keeps doing exactly what he’s been doing. Fuck, I’m so close and I should care I’m about to orgasm while twenty people watch and video the entire fucking thing, but I can’t find the rational part of my brain right now. It’s overcome with all these chemicals a woman’s brain produces when she’s about to come apart. I can’t fucking think, all I can do is enjoy this man between my legs as he works to bring me to climax. He’s absorbed in watching me inch towards the finish line, and I watch as he takes in every expression that crosses my face. He knows when to stop, start, move, change direction, speed up, or slow down. He’s so perceptive and in tune.

  “Come for me,” he whispers against my lips.

  I close my eyes and let it wash over me. It’s amazing what a woman is willing to go through to chase down those seconds of elusive tingles that start between her legs and spread through her body. The whole world disappears for that small amount of time, leaving our bodies to writhe and experience absolute bliss.

  “Fuck, Hen,” he says and his tongue enters my mouth as I ride the wave.

  Moments after his tongue slips inside, his body tenses and his eyes shut tight. His tongue quits moving and his eyes squint as fights against the orgasm ripping through him, trying to quiet his own ecstasy. We come apart while pressed against each other in front of an audience, and I couldn’t give a fuck at the moment.

  His eyes open and stares into mine. He continues to move along with the last tremors in his body and we exchange each other’s oxygen, allowing our breathes to even out.

  Once they do, Kip stops, collects the sheets and covers me completely.

  He turns to make a cut motion across his throat, and the music shortly starts. He turns back and leans down to press one last short kiss to my lips.

  “Robes,” he calls out.

  Chapter 27

  Henley

  It’s snowing when we arrive in Detroit the next day. We have a show in Minneapolis after this and then we’re home for two weeks for Thanksgiving. I’m looking forward to some time off, time to explore this new direction with Kip. We were rushed off set not long after our last scene together, and right onto a tour bus. Kip and I were both put on our own tour buses since there’s no room for an extra person on either one.

  Other than texts, we haven’t seen each other for twelve hours. I have to admit part of me is nervous the time apart might make him rethink things. Shit was intense and then we were separated. It’s what I imagine going 90 mph into a brick wall feels like. There’s momentum and then it just stops.

  I wait anxiously for the bus to stop at the hotel so I can see him. Shit I feel like a teenage girl. I should just pick up a flower and pluck petals. He still wants me, he wants me not, he still wants me… I’ll just stop there before I throw myself into a panic attack.

  I emerge from the back room to see Rhys smiling like a jackass on the phone.

  “Got it. Code red,” he says and ends the call.

  “Code red?” I ask.

  Jessica chuckle
s, “Playing with fire.”

  Memphis and Griffin are also smiling. Don’t they look cute? I call ‘Code these mother fuckers are up to no good’.

  Cory is pretending to ignore us.

  “What’s code red?” I ask again.

  “Fire, bruh,” Griffin reiterates.

  I look to Cory, “Not getting involved, darlin’.”

  “Code Red is fire?” I ask.

  “Nope,” Memphis smiles.

  “You’re my brother. You have a genetic duty to tell me what’s going on,” I say.

  “Nah,” he responds.

  “What?” I ask.

  “Fire, bruh” Griffin says again.

  Jessica chuckles again, “Yep.”

  The bus comes to a halt and I look out past Jessica to see the hotel. I take a few steps towards the front of the bus but Rhys and Memphis stand at the same time and block my exit.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I ask.

  “You need to stay on the bus,” Memphis smiles.

  “Fuck you.”

  “Can’t get off the bus yet,” Rhys adds.

  “Fuck you too,” I purse my lips.

  “Fire, bruh,” Griffin says.

  “Don’t know which one will be worse,” Jessica adds.

  “What in the hell are you fucking idiots talking about?”

  They laugh. No explanation.

  Soon enough I hear commotion outside and see Cam and Koi holding Kip back.

  “You two need a timeout!” I hear Cam laugh.

  “Fuck that!” Kip yells.

  “You broke bro code,” Koi says and laughs.

  “Fuck you and fuck that. Fuck bro code, and if you don’t fucking let me go I’m going to put my fucking foot up your fucking ass,” Kip yells.“Where’s my boo?!!!”

  “You two got too hot and heavy during your looooovvvveee scene, ya need to cool down” Cam says.

  “Could teach you a thing or two jack leg,” Kip insults.

  “Let him go,” Kathrine calls from behind while chuckling at them.

  They let him go and Kip pulls his shirt off over his head.

  “He’s going to do it!” Jessica exclaims and rushes past Rhys and Memphis down the steps.

  “You can open the door,” Memphis says to the driver.

  “Hey, Henley!!!!!!” he yells.

  “You quit that howlin’ down there and go back to your bus,” Jessica yells back.

  Kip smiles his shit-eating grin. These two are acting out a scene from our high school play A Streetcar Named Desire. We have entirely too much time on our hands.

  “Jess, I want my girl down here,” he says.

  “You shut up, you going to get Cory and Joe on you.”

  “Don’t bring me in this shit,” Cory says from beside me.

  “Hey, Henley!!!!!!” Kip yells and holds his head in his hands.

  “You can’t make love to a woman in front of people and then call her back ‘cause she ain’t gonna come,” Jessica responds.

  “Listen, Jess,” Kip says.

  “I hope they haul you in and stick a dildo up your ass…,” she ad libs.

  “Jess, I want my girl down here.”

  “… Like they did the last time! You asshole.”

  “Hey, Henleeeeeyyyy!!! Hey, Henleeeeyyyyy!!!”

  “Well it’s your turn, Henleeeeyyyy!!!” Rhys yells.

  They move and allow me down the stairs that I take slowly. Kip hits his knees and pretends to cry. I walk to him, pull his head to my stomach and push my hands through his hair. He picks me up in his arms and kisses me.

  “Please don’t ever leave me, baby,” he finishes out the scene.

  Our crew goes up in hoots and hollers.

  “You were the shit, Jess!” Rhys says picking her and swinging her around.

  “What about me fucker? I put the real emotion in the shit?” Kip asks.

  “What was that all about?” I ask Kip.

  “They wouldn’t let me off the bus unless I agreed to that with Jessica. She’s evil,” he frowns.

  “She was an English major,” I inform.

  He drops down to his knees again and pulls me to him, “She used my desire to be with you against me, boo. It was manipulative and dirty. I need a shower now. I feel like a slut bucket who’s been kicked around the gutter.”

  He hugs me tight again.

  “Jesus Christ, she’s my sister Paxton!” Koi says.

  “Mine too,” Memphis adds.

  “Fuck me, there’s two of them now,” Kip replies.

  He stands and throws me over his shoulder, “Come on, Stella. Stanley needs a nap. Couldn’t sleep on the bus. The filthy bastards played porn on blast all night. It was the most horrible thing I’ve ever experienced. They too used you against me. They knew I needed a cuddle and had all these filthy images of you in my head so they played porn, Stella! They defiled my mind!”

  “Kip, I don’t think your mind can be defiled. When you look under ‘defile’ in the dictionary your picture is there. There’s a color version and a black and white version, also known as your mug shot,” Kathrine says.

  “Since when are you on their side?” Kip asks.

  “What side?” she asks.

  “Dear, Kathrine. There is a Kip side, and all the mother fuckers over there side. If you can’t get down with this, you gotta go over there with the pussy boys,” he instructs.

  “You really have your work cut out for you, Hen,” Kathrine says.

  “Never a dull moment,” I laugh.

  ***

  Kip throws me down on the hotel bed and launches himself at me.

  “What are you doing you idiot?” I giggle.

  He pulls my legs apart with zero gentleness, and humps me like a teenage boy.

  “You’re talking entirely too much, boo,” he says.

  “Why do you keep calling me boo? That is so 1990’s,” I correct.

  “Well we met in the 90’s, so you my boo,” he says while he continues to hump me.

  “I think there’s a song called My Boo,” I try to remember.

  “Great, it will be our fucking song.”

  “What? No. That can’t be our song.”

  “Talking,” he says out of breath because he’s still fucking humping me.

  “What?”

  He stops humping me and collapses on top of me, “You’re still talking, Hen.”

  “Uhhhh…”

  “I’m trying to make sweet hump to you and you’re talking. I can’t focus. You know I have attention dick disorder,” he states.

  “It’s attention deficit disorder, idiot.”

  “I know what most people thinks it stands for, but I don’t have that. I have attention dick disorder. It goes from one extreme to the other, very difficult to live life this way.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Either my dick is doing all the thinking, or a girl is talking so much it can’t think at all. Attention. Dick. Disorder.”

  “Where do you come up with this shit?” I ask

  “My head,” he answers.

  “Which one?” I cock an eyebrow.

  “They work succinctly together in a symbiotic relationship to produce something so utterly beautiful and magnificently genius as… well me and my thoughts, thought process, words… all that shit,” he nods.

  “Mmmm, k,” I patronize.

  “You’re so cute when you act like you don’t believe me when I talk about myself,” he kisses me.

  “Ha!”

  “Can I hump you again, it was just starting to feel good?” he asks.

  “Sure, why not.”

  Kip smiles and is in full hump-mode when a knock comes at the door.

  “Go! The! Fuck! Away!” he yells.

  “Need my sister for a meeting,” Koi yells through the door.

  “Stop calling her your sister, it’s making my dick think about going limp. It’s just wrong, bruh,�
�� Kip answers.

  Koi laughs that psychotic laugh he’s had going on since he saw Kip kiss me. I really hope my brother can work through his issues so he’ll stop laughing that way.

  “You fucking my sister?” Memphis asks.

  “Ah fuck!!!! Why? Why does there have to be two of you now? You should’ve remained an orphan!” he yells at Memphis.

  “That wasn’t nice,” I tell him.

  “I wasn’t an orphan jack leg,” Memphis answers.

  “Yeah, but boo, I’m not trying to be nice. We’re talking about the health of my cock here. You’re brothers are seriously fucking with its well-being. It has to stop! I’m putting an end to this right now,” he stops humping me, launches himself from the bed and opens the door.

  Koi and Memphis saunter in smiling.

  “We gotta talk,” Kip says.

  “If it has to do with your dick and my sister, no thank you,” Memphis instructs.

  “Exhibit A!” Kip yells at me and points to Memphis.

  Koi laughs.

  “And Exhibit mother fucking B!” he points to Koi.

  Koi laughs louder.

  “Look guys, when my dick is anywhere near Henley, I will need you to refrain from calling her your sister. You can say the word sibling, but I draw the line there. Sibling doesn’t make me feel so… taboo. You say the word sister and my dick shrivels up. Not cool! I will also need you to learn to feel the sex vibes Henley and I produce, so when you encounter them you can turn your happy ass right the fuck around and go back to where you came from. Never interrupt dicky doo time. You will end up with two grumpy people and we might hurt others as a result. Do you want that blood on your hands?” Kip asks with his hand on his hip, his serious face firmly in place.

  Memphis looks at him as though he’s grow an extra head, and then looks over at me, “How do you keep up with him? It’s like… he… is retarded. I’m not sure if he understands the words coming out of his own mouth.”

  “He understands them,” I assure.

  He shakes his head at Kip, “Gotta meeting, Hen. We gotta teleconference with Chauncey and Red down in the meeting room to discuss a video for Whiskey and Smoke.”

  I sit up from the bed and grab my laptop bag.

  “Wait, you’re leaving?” Kip asks.

  “Gotta meeting, bae,” I say and kiss him on the cheek.