Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  “I. DO. NOT. FUCKING. GET. IT.” Koi says and stomps off like a little bitch.

  “He gets it more than you’ll ever know,” Jagger says and claps a hand on my back.

  I walked between my two brothers and listened to them talk about Christmas. This is the last show before we’re off for a little over two weeks. I still have a shit load of shopping to do as we all do. Touring doesn’t allow us time to shop. We also don’t have the extra room to store gifts. We’re always rushing around two weeks before Christmas to get our lists done. This year I get to shop for Henley as her man. The thought excites me and has me smiling like a jack ass.

  “What are you smiling about?” Cam asks.

  “I get to shop for Hen this year,” I answer before I realize what I’ve done.

  “You’re such a pussy,” Cam says.

  “I’ll let Kathrine know your sentiments on the issue,” I retort.

  “You better fucking not. She’ll kick my ass then I’ll have to kick your ass.”

  “You’re a big fucker, but I could take you easy enough,” I say confidently.

  “Oh, yeah?” he smiles.

  “If it doesn’t work out for me, Henley will kick your ass,” I shrug.

  “Fair enough,” he laughs.

  We enter our dressing room to find Rhys, Memphis, and Griffin lounging on the couches drinking beer. I look around the room and towards the bathroom door to discover it’s open.

  “Where’s Hen?” I ask.

  “Oh, you’re talking to her now?” Memphis asks dismissively.

  “They’re talking alright,” Cam snorts like a teenage boy.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” Memphis gets defensive.

  “Calm the fuck down!” Koi shouts at him. “It’s not our damn business, bruh, but Kip and Hen are cool. Leave it alone.”

  “Oh, they’ve spoken, if you know what I’m saying,” Cam winks at Rhys and thrusts his pelvis back and forth.

  “Yeah daddy!” Rhys adds.

  “What are you? Fourteen? Knock it the fuck off,” Jagger chastises.

  “Where’s Hen?” I ask Griffin.

  “She was in our dressing room last I saw. I think she was reading a book,” he says.

  “Thanks.”

  I exit our dressing room a little worried about Henley. Once she greets fans, she either hangs out with everyone else or she goes directly to the bus. It’s not like her to hang out by herself in the dressing room. Abandoned Shadow’s dressing room is two doors down from ours. I knock when I come to the door, but don’t get an answer. I slowly turn the knob and open the door.

  What greets me makes my heart fucking smile. She’s curled up on a leather couch with Cash, and both of them are fast asleep. She looks so peaceful and fucking gorgeous. I sit on the coffee table in front of her and watch her sleep. I wonder what she dreams of, and if the past still haunts her. If it does, there’s no hope for me. I don’t want to live with this shit forever. If Henley can find peace with her past, I know I can do the same.

  “Cash you’re snoring,” she says and shifts a bit.

  Cash lifts his head and looks at her like she’s rude for waking him. She knew he snored from the time I brought him home to her.

  I run my fingertips down her jaw and her eyes flutter open.

  “Hey,” I greet.

  She smiles.

  “Let’s go to the bus,” I say.

  She nods but makes no effort to move, “In a minute.”

  I smile back at her, “How many minutes?”

  She sighs and closes her eyes again. She’s exhausted. I’m glad we’re getting to take a break for a few weeks.

  “Get down Cash,” I command.

  He groans, stretches, looks at Henley to save him, and then snorts before he jumps from the couch. I reach down and pick her up.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “I’m carrying you to the bus.”

  “I can walk.”

  “I don’t want you to. Let me carry you to the bus, Hen,” I plead.

  She nods and lays her head down on my shoulder, and before I open the dressing room door I lean down and kiss her soft lips. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully express to her how much I love her. Cory waits on the other side of the door and a smile spreads across his face when he sees me carrying her. He nods and motions for me to head towards the bus. He and Marques flank us on both sides.

  When I get to the bus I lean down to her, “Hen, can you walk up the stairs? I’ll beat you black and blue trying to get you up that narrow ass door.”

  “Of course I can walk,” she says softly with sleep in her voice.

  I set her down gently and follow behind. She walks to the bunks and I follow behind her. She looks so damn tired, so I offer to take Cash for a walk while she lies down. I spend close to an hour walking Cash and letting him visit with the roadies. I shoot the shit with them while Cash gets his daily quota of love. Rhys, Griffin, and Memphis join me close to their bus. When we’re called to load up and head back to Georgia, I follow the three men to the bus.

  I make my way to the bunks and kneel down to Henley’s bunk. Her curtain is open, and she’s fast asleep. I push the hair from her face, taking care not to wake her. She whispers my name in her sleep and my heart nearly explodes. She’s missed me, and the thought causes me to swallow the guilt forming a lump in my throat catching all the emotions I want to spill out to her.

  Leaning back on the bunk across from her, I bend my legs and watch her sleep instead of waking her and selfishly wrapping myself in her cocoon. Cash prances in from the living area and kisses my cheek as if he senses I need the comfort. He nudges my hand with his nose because apparently rubbing his head will make me feel better. Maybe he’s on to something. I rub his head and relax enough that the tears I’ve been fighting a losing battle with fall freely down my face. I don’t try to stop them. I’ve cried more since Gary’s ass died than I have my entire life.

  I’m still watching Henley sleep when Rhys enters to bunk areas. I don’t make eye contact because I don’t want him to lose sleep over my shit. He doesn’t enter his bunk or say a word, but instead he slides down beside me. He pats my knee and stares straight ahead at the sleeping beauty in front of us. Memphis’ large presence blocks the light from living area, and he’s sliding down beside me before I realize he’s walked up to me.

  No eye contact is made, but Memphis nudges my arm and hands me a whiskey bottle. Griffin joins us and Cash ends up in his lap. The four of us pass the bottle between us in silence, smoke cigarettes and pass the ashtrays as we watch the glue that holds each of us together sleep in peace.

  “She’s missed you so much. I’m sorry I was an ass earlier,” Memphis says.

  “I deserved it,” I admit.

  “The truth is, we all missed you,” Rhys adds.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

  “We know you didn’t. I’m sure there is a threshold of bullshit a human being is supposed to take before they need a break from the world, and I’m positive you surpassed the threshold,” Griffin says.

  I nod and we sit in silence for several more moments.

  “I was so angry at her when she overdosed, but I think I was more scared than I was mad. I couldn’t imagine a world where she didn’t exist. I didn’t want to live that way, even if that meant I was only going to be her friend for this lifetime. I understood how much she hurt because I was the one who was beside her every damn time she was cut down. It seemed like she’d stand on her own two feet again and something else would take her feet right out from under her. It was hard to watch. I couldn’t control it, fix it, or prevent it, and I was naïve enough to believe she’d get through it with all that damn fire and strength she possesses. That was unfair of me. I forgot she was fallible, human, and only capable of taking so much bullshit before she broke,” I say.

  “And then she broke,” Memphis adds.

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�It doesn’t matter how strong you are. Sometimes the only thing you can focus on is figuring out how to make all the fucking pain go away,” Griffin offers.

  “Shit sneaks up on you, and before you know it you’ve climbed down the rabbit hole. It’s no easy feat finding your way back. She did though,” Rhys says.

  “It took me fucking years to get where she got in months,” Memphis admits.

  My voice cracks but I push through the words, “Don’t let me do that to her. Please don’t let me lose her.”

  Memphis and Rhys put their arms around my shoulders. The sobs I’ve tried so hard to keep locked up in a small box somewhere in my chest pour out. Once it’s all out, I feel lighter. It feels as though I’ve expelled something dirty and heavy from within me. I take a few more nips of whiskey and smoke another cigarette with the guys.

  “We’ve got the extra bunk if you want to crash there instead of waking her up,” Griffin offers.

  “Don’t be stupid. If she knows he slept on this bus and he’s not in her bed when she wakes up, she’ll wipe this bus with his ass,” Rhys chuckles.

  I laugh quietly, “What he said.”

  They climb into their beds and I follow suit. I lay on the edge of the bed not wanting to wake her. She senses my presence and her eyelashes flit open slowly.

  “Kip,” she calls out with her raspy sleep-ridden voice.

  “I’m here,” I assure her.

  Her eyes seem to open wider to ensure I’m really with her. She nods and gives me a small smile. Her fingers run down my chest causing goosebumps to cover my body. I have no idea how she does that.

  “Come ‘ere,” she whispers.

  I close the space between us, pulling her left leg over mine and resting my hand on her hip. She lifts her eyes to mine and I swear the woman can see what everybody else can’t. I don’t think I can ever hide anything from her because she would see it. Her finger tips run down my jaw making my dick jump.

  “If you keep touching me like that… Hen, I don’t have much self-control right now,” I warn her.

  “I’m not asking you to,” she replies.

  Fuck me.

  I let out a sigh and say fuck it. I lean down to brush my lips across hers. Moments later she opens up to me so I can touch her tongue with mine. I dip into her mouth slowly savoring the feel of her soft tongue and lips. My heart’s beating out of my chest, I have a raging hard on, and my heart is full as I intimately explore her once more. It feels like the first time again.

  “Take that shit to the back room!” Memphis shouts.

  We both laugh but refuse to break the kiss until I can’t take much more. I roll out of the bunk and reach down for her hand. Once she’s cleared the bunk, we take a few steps to the back room, open the door, close it, and lock it.

  “Turn on some music!” Memphis shouts through the door.

  “Try some Marvin Gaye or Al Green. Bitches be lovin’ that shit,” Rhys adds and we both laugh.

  Henley releases her hand from mine and crosses the room to a sound system. A slow Bruno Mars plays through the speakers, and before she walks away she turns it up as loud as it will go. The volume level incites several fists to beat on the wall, but she doesn’t turn it down. I grin at her mischievousness. I meet her in the middle of the room, grab her hand and pull her to me. We sway to the music and I try to be good until she cups my face in her tiny hand and presses her lips to mine. I pull her as close as her body can physically be to mine.

  She grows impatient and her hands can’t seem to find a place they’re happy touching. She moves them faster and faster over my body until she finally settles on what she wants and pulls the button loose on my jeans. My jeans are pulled to the floor as she drops to her knees in front of me. My cock is standing at attention. Henley puts my dick in her hand and swirls her tongue around my piercing. Holy mother of Allah that feels shit-sticking-tastic!

  The slurping sounds coming from her mouth make me want to come in her mouth, but I’ve got other plans for her.

  “That’s enough,” I say with an authoritative tone.

  She keeps sucking because she’s stubborn as hell.

  “If I have to tell you again, I’ll spank you until your ass hurts for days,” I warn.

  She looks up at me with those big grey eyes, licks all the way up my shaft to my head and smiles as she drops my dick. I step out of my shoes and jeans and drop down eye-to-eye to her.

  “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” I tell her and she cocks and eyebrow at me.

  I relieve her of her tank top and bra rather quickly with expert skill and precision if I must say so myself. I take in her tits and do what I do best when I see pretty tits, I grab one nipple between my thumb and index finger and roll that baby until it’s hard as a rock. She moans and I smile as I lower my mouth down to the other nipple. I can’t leave this lovely lady out. I’m an equal opportunity nipple kinda guy. I let my hand trail down her stomach and dive between her panties and sweatpants.

  Her back arches a little when I run my finger between her lips. I lap my tongue around her nipple one last time before I sit up straight so I can watch her come undone. Using my free hand I reach around and grab her by the ass pulling her closer to me. I need to be able to kiss her. Once I have her right where I want her, I plunge two fingers inside her.

  “Ahhhhhh,” she moans.

  There’s nothing more satisfying to a man than hearing a woman make those sounds while his tongue, fingers, or dick is in her. Our ego and dick swell in perfectly timed synchrony. Each time I thrust my fingers her body rises in response, so I wrap an arm around her shoulders and hold her in place while I thrust deeper inside her.

  “Open your eyes,” I command.

  Her eyes open and stare into my own.

  “That feel good baby?” I ask her.

  “So fucking good,” she manages.

  “You like when I fuck you with my fingers?”

  “Don’t stop.”

  “You want to come?” I taunt her.

  “Fuck,” she responds and I take that as an affirmative response.

  “Tell me you want it.”

  “I wanna come.”

  “I want you to come all over my hand, you dirty little bitch,” I say and lean down to nip her bottom lip between my teeth.

  “Nasty mother fucker!” she grits out.

  Her body starts to quiver and I pull my fingers out abruptly halting her orgasm.

  “What the fuck?” she eyes me with venom.

  “Tonight, you come when I say you come. Got me?”

  She narrows her eyes at me which only turns me on even more.

  “Stand up,” I order.

  She complies and I remove her sweat pants and panties.

  “Spread your legs further.”

  She complies and I pull her body to me where I sit in front of her on my knees. I run the tip of my nose between her lips inhaling the scent of her pussy juice, then I lick the slit between her legs with the very tip of my tongue causing her to shiver. I plunge my tongue inside alternating between sucking her clit into my mouth and dipping my tongue inside that pussy. When she’s close to coming I flick my tongue against that pretty little pearl breaking the tempo she’s grown accustomed to.

  “Fuck!” she growls in frustration.

  The sound in her voice makes me break down. I push my shoulders between her legs and force my back up so she has no choice but to wrap her legs over my shoulder essentially burying my face in her cunt.

  “Shit,” she says when she thinks she’s going to lose her balance.

  “I got you, baby,” I assure her.

  I move us to the door as quickly as my knees allow me to get there. Once her back is firmly against the door, her legs strapped securely over my shoulders I dive back in her pussy and eat it like a monster. Her fingers run roughly through my hair before she starts pulling on it making the veins in my cock come close to rupturing.

  A ri
ver of cunt juice is flowing from her so I take a minute to drink it up. I use my tongue and thoroughly explore everything hiding between her pretty taut lips, ensuring I haven’t left a drop to go to waste. My face isn’t just wet, it’s soaked in her. If you didn’t know what I’d been doing, you would think my face was covered in sweat. I’ve never had pussy juice all over my face, but as I’m lapping my tongue around her pearl again, I debate walking around this way every day.

  “Inside me,” she moans.

  “I’m not taking orders today,” I retort and continue eating her pussy.

  “You either put your cock inside me right now or you’ll be jacking your own damn dick. I need to come, now!” she yells at me.

  Damn. Rawr! Who am I to argue with such logic? I give her cunt a few more licks before placing her feet on the ground. I stand, reach down to her ass, pick her up, wrap her legs around me, and rub the head of my dick on the outside of her. She drops her ass enough to force me inside of her pussy. Once the tip is in no man has restraint, so I push the rest of my shaft inside her.

  “That’s it,” she sighs as I fill her up.

  I lean down to kiss her and find a rhythm I can work with in this position.

  “Harder,” Henley begs.

  I push in harder with the sound of skin slapping against skin. My fingertips dig into her ass as I thrust in over-and-over again.

  “Fuck,” I groan out. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

  “Keep going,” she says.

  “So fucking warm…”

  “Deeper, Kip.”

  “So tight…”

  “Deeper, Kip.”

  I can’t fuck her any deeper like this, so I pick her up and carry her to a couch where I place her back down and ass out to the edge of the leather seat. I push her knees down to her chest and dive back in dick first. She’s got Weezy playing, so I fuck her to the beat of the song, rotating my hips each time I get balls deep inside.

  “There,” she gasps.

  “That’s it baby.”

  She slowly tightens around me, so I pull back just a bit so my piercing and the head of my dick will rub that nub inside. I watch as my cock goes in and out of her, with a visible layer of wetness covering my shaft. I speed up my pace to give her the right amount of friction she needs to come on me, causing my balls to slap against her ass each time I push into her all the way.