Beat to Their Heart
Number I of Surviving the Dream
Whiskey Starr
JK Publishing, Inc. (2014)
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Tags: Contemporary, Erotic, New Age, Rockers, Romance
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. MF
In book one of Surviving the Dream: Circumstances in Joey Hart's life has him spiraling out of control. He knows it and so does everyone around him. A loner by normal standards who only cares about himself and the music. When the band Chasing Tails catches a break, he and the other members fight to find a balance between stardom and every day life. A near tragedy causes them all to stand up and take notice of what really matters—living.
Skylar Morgan is an ER nurse with responsibilities. However, one night out to see a local band places Sky on the radar of a bad boy and she isn’t sure if she can handle him. Several months go by with no contact, and she is comfortably back to her everyday routine, until the ER doors open and in walks a man that has starred in her dreams for months, turning her life upside down.
Can Joey move on from his past to open his heart for a new chance of happiness? Will Sky be able to move on and trust someone openly with everything she holds dear? Or will the two of them find a different rhythm instead of the beat of their heart?
Beat to Their Heart
Surviving the Dream
Book One
by Whiskey Starr
© Copyright August 2014 JK Publishing, Inc.
ISBN#9781310879807
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All rights reserved.
Edited by ML Hill
Artwork by Jess Buffett
Published by JK Publishing, Inc.
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Dedication
So many people I want to thank, yet so little space, lol. First to my dad, who is brave enough to read my book and offer ideas if needed. You are a brave and awesome man!
To Jana and Michelle at JK Publishing for taking a chance on this book and series. You both are amazing and I am so thankful for you!
Last, but never least, Rayne O’Gara… You have been one of my biggest supporters. Thank you so much. Love ya!
Thank you all for taking the time to read my book, and I hope you enjoy it.
Whiskey
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Joey Hart was a bastard like no other. He didn’t give a shit about others or hell, even himself. Some might call him a drunk, but they didn’t know him or all he had been through. He could give a flying fuck about what they thought, he had his drums, his band, and that’s it, nothing else to win or lose. He was the best damn drummer out there, and it was the only reason his band mates put up with his sorry ass. Well that and the fact the four of them had been together since childhood. Chasing Tail was taking off and not surprisingly, they kicked ass. They had all original music and didn’t do any tribute crap. Taking another shot of cheap vodka, he let the heat burn him while he looked for some young thing to screw for the night. He didn’t want to spend the night alone again listening to the sound of his breathing, or face the nightmares again. The need to take the edge off and rid himself of some of the adrenaline from playing set his dick on fire. Yup, he needed a distraction for an hour or two to put him to sleep.
Spotting a blonde with over teased hair, fake boobs, sporting a mini skirt sitting next to a redhead who looked almost identical made him wonder if the carpet matched the drapes for both. Hmm, two for the price of one. He could handle that, at least for the night. They both had to know that if they came into a place like Rusty’s Bar, they sure knew the score. Cheap drinks and a quick fuck. That is all they would get from him. Walking over he caught sight of them giggling as he approached. Yup they would be a nice distraction for tonight.
“You wanna drink?” There was no beating around the bush with them, he liked to cut right to the chase.
“Sure, we would love one,” said the blonde.
“That was a pretty kick ass set. Love the new songs. Did you help write them?” Red spoke as she played with the top of her top. He got that damn question all the time, did he write the music. Did he looked like a sap, hell no. He could play the shit out of just about anything, but love songs, not his thing, at least not anymore.
“Nope, that would be Mickey. He’s your man for that.”
“Oh well, you still did g
reat. Have you been playing long?” Again another question he got asked on a regular basis. Maybe he should just have the damn things on a piece of paper so they got it all over and done with. He needed to get laid then sleep. Yeah, it was rude but these chicks knew the deal, that's why they came here.
“Yup,” did he really need to say any more than that? “Let’s get out of here.”
Both exchanged looks before doing a stupid giggle and following him out. Joey had already gotten a motel room across the street knowing he would be dipping his stick into someone for the night. No fuckin' way would he take them back to his place.
“Joey, you heading out man?” Hunter asked while he slung his arm around a cute little blonde who looked to be three sheets to the wind.
“Yeah, I'll see ya later, man.”
“Don’t forget we have practice in the afternoon at Mickey’s house. He said he might have the hook up for a record company to come listen. Anyway, don’t forget to wrap it.” He did a mock salute before heading out the door with both his toys following behind.
Five minutes later, he slid the key card into the dingy motel room while the two walked in behind him. Shutting the door, making sure the lock was in place, he clicked on the light. Both woman looked at him expectantly. He'd give them what they wanted and then take his relief. Same shit, just a different night in his book. At one time he thought he had a chance to have a better life, now he only wanted to survive it.
“Kiss her.” He liked to watch, and tonight was no different, he wanted to see just how far these two would go to say they fucked a drummer, then he'd sink his cock into them. Once again their annoying giggle escaped them before Red pulled Blondie down kissing her, making sure to show him that they were using tongue. They both seemed to get into it as Red cupped Blondie’s tits.
Taking a seat he unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. No need to pull his dick out yet until he was good and ready, plus he liked a good show.
Both woman seemed to get into it because tops came off, and now Blondie was sucking on Red’s tits. He could tell both sets were fake, but he did love how they bounced when he pounded into them. Red glanced up, looking as if she needed relief too. He pointed and indicated what he wanted. No reason to speak when you didn't have to. He freed his raging hard-on lowering down some on the seat. Both women came crawling over the floor toward him trying to act sexy, but it made him just wonder how nasty the floor was.
“Red, take my cock in your mouth, Blondie, suck my balls now.” He wanted to see two mouths on him and both women did exactly that. He grabbed Red’s hair and moved her mouth and Blondie seemed to be having some issue until she found the right position and sucked one in then the other. Throwing his head back he gave over to the sensation of them sucking him off. When he felt he was about to come he pulled their heads up and stood.
“Bed now both of you. Red, I wanna see you play with your pussy. Get it all good and wet and get yourself off when I tell you to. Blondie, bend over the bed with your ass in the air. I’m going to fuck you, hard.” He removed his pants, pulling out a condom and rolling that sucker over his cock. He watched the two of them interact, and for a split second he considered double wrapping it.
Not wanting to wait another minute, he stood behind Blondie who had removed her panties before he aligned his cock to her weeping cunt. Grabbing her hip he thrust hard and quick, making her yelp and jolt forward. He didn’t give a shit, she was there for his pleasure and nothing else. Holding onto her, he pounded into her over and over, not caring if he left marks on her hips.
“Red, get yourself off. Use your finger and fuck your nasty cunt.” He thought truer words have never been spoken as he gritted his teeth and gave into the sensation. He closed his eyes because honestly, he didn’t give a shit if she got off as long as he did. Yeah a true dickhead move, but if they didn’t like it, they could go fuck someone else. Pushing in and out of her pussy he let himself go, emptying his seed into the condom just as both women screamed.
Catching his breath he disentangled himself from her and went to the bathroom. Ripping off the condom, he threw it in the trash before showering. He smelled like sweat, booze, cigarettes, and sex. A normal smell for him, but he wanted to be clean. He had officially sunk to his lowest and wondered if he would ever make it back.
Washing himself, he allowed the hot water from the shitty motel to wash away everything. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked out to the room to find both women gone, but a note with call me and lip marks. Grabbing the note, he crumpled it before throwing it in the trashcan. Crawling into bed after pulling on a pair of boxer briefs, he had a brief thought that he hoped he wasn't going to need shots from sleeping in this place, then he closed his eyes and let the alcohol lull him to sleep.
*****
Skyler Morgan was working the late shift, again, and was really starting to hate it. Every time she worked on the weekend, she was puked on. God she hated that. If you’re drunk, do it at home and not in her hospital. Well it wasn’t Skylar’s, she just happened to be a nurse there. Dr. Hudson was just doing this to get even with her, the lazy fuck. She had said no once again to his advances of going out with him. This time he claimed she could be a stay-at-home wife of a doctor. Pfft, like she could even do that. Heading into the locker room she quickly changed out of her scrubs and threw them into the wash pile before she put on her purple scrubs. That was the good thing with working in the Emergency Room as a nurse. She had put herself through nursing school when her ex-husband decided his dick was a better fit with his new boyfriend. Yup, life sometimes sucked for her. However, she got the better end of the deal. She got Milo. In all of her twenty-seven years, she had never even thought about a happier moment than having Milo. However, this job was much needed with his medical costs and schooling. People didn't realize how hard it is to be a single momma.
“Hey, Sky, you okay? I see Hudson was being a PIA again. You should just go out with him just to shut him up. It’s not like he’s bad looking or anything. Anyhow, I’m going to lunch. We have a GSW coming in about ten. So you might wanna hurry,” Casey stated while she walked out of the locker room with her lunch in hand. Quickly changing and making sure to pull her hair back, she walked out and headed to the room that was set up for the victim coming in. Hudson was already there as well as the charge nurse. Both of them had equipment out getting ready for any possible situation. This was one thing she loved, the adrenaline of the unknown and thinking on her feet. The ten minutes seemed to fly by as two paramedics were wheeling the patient in with one female EMT sitting on the man doing chest compressions. Crap, he was in worse shape than they thought.
“Twenty-two, male with GSW to the upper abdominal and external lower leg. Was conscious on scene, but had difficulty breathing. He crashed about three minutes out, we started compressions, but can’t seem to get him stabilized.” She listened as they started spouting off stats of the patient and nothing seemed to be good. Making sure she was gloved she got the crash cart closer as Hudson started to shock the patient. They worked for about an hour to try to stabilize him and control the bleeding, but all efforts were lost and Hudson called it. The one part of her job she didn’t like, not at all. She would rather clean up puke than have to deal with a dead patient. Hudson was already gone to talk to the family, which meant she was in charge of cleaning up and getting him ready to move down to the morgue so the family could make arrangements.
Two hours later, one body gone and a trauma room cleared, Sky was ready to call it a night, however, she still had three more hours. It would get her home in time to get Milo to school before she crashed. It made her very thankful that Trudy, her next-door neighbor, loved Milo and didn’t cost her an arm and leg. It was time to make her rounds and check on the patients, and those who needed anything. That was the downfall with helping with a trauma, she had to clean up and make sure things went correctly with transport.
Turning, she came to her frequent flyers. Ned was a homeless man who liked a fre
e meal and a place to sleep for the night. Tonight it was stomach pains, which normally meant he was hungry. They had gotten used to him and put up with Ned simply because no one else did. If it was really busy, then unfortunately he would be sleeping in triage, but tonight, minus the GSW, it was slow. Sliding the curtain to the side, Ned was sound asleep on the cot. Curtain three held an elderly patient whom they were waiting for transport to be admitted for a possible stroke. The team was already in place for his arrival. Four and five were empty. Six was getting discharged, an eight year old who fell off his bunk bed breaking his clavicle. The trauma rooms had nothing. So all in all she was good. Looking at the clock she realized she hadn’t had a break. She let Casey know she was heading to grab a cup of coffee. Heading down to the small break room she found Hudson there filling out some charts.
“Sky, what a nice surprise.” He smirked, looking her up and down. She knew for a fact her purple scrubs were very unflattering, especially to a larger woman like herself. She did her best to stay in shape, but when you were sleep deprived and overworked, finding time to read a book, let alone work out, was not in her cards.
“Dr. Hudson. I was just getting some coffee.” Walking over to the coffeemaker, she made a small cup, adding sugar and creamer. It would be just enough to get her past the last hump of her shift.
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