HERO (The Complete Series)

by Bella Love-Wins

  “I’m still listening here. You’re what? Tell me!”

  “We’re dating,” said, committing myself to the lie. “You’ll see the couple’s interview and photoshoot we did a few days back hit the stands soon, if it’s not already out there.”

  “What! I’ve got to put on a google alert for that. You have to tell me more, woman.”

  “I wish I could, but I cant. Look, I’ll make you a promise. As soon as I get home after this tour is done, I’ll tell you more. Okay?”

  “Geez! Okay fine. So by dating, do you mean seeing each other, or are you jumping each other’s bones?”

  “Dating as in dating.”

  “I’m not sure I’m buying it, Amanda. That picture of you grinding your crotch on his dick told a slightly different story.”

  “Don’t believe everything you see in the news, alright Eva?”

  “I saw the video, Amanda. There wasn’t much left to the imagination from that footage. And one more thing. Why are they calling you Rachel Preston?”

  “Shit. I really can’t tell you more. Please, don’t talk to anyone about it, okay?

  “I won’t. But the people who know you well enough may be curious too. If anyone who followed you during your MMA days sees that picture, they’re going to know. And if your mom sees it…”

  “I don’t want to talk about her. I don’t care what she sees.”

  “You just hope she doesn’t.”

  I let out an exhausted breath, but part of me was relieved to talk about it with someone, even if I could barely say more than what was already out for public consumption. “So what did you call me about Eva? Was it just about the picture?”

  “Busted. Yes, that was it. What can I say? I’m a gossip whore.”

  I laughed. She really was. “Enough about all this. How are my babies?”

  “Your fish are healthy and happy.”

  “Good.”

  “Something else is wrong, isn’t it?” Eva asked, sounding more serious.

  After a brief pause, I answered. “It is.” I couldn’t hide how I was feeling from Eva, even if I tried. “It’s complicated. And you know I can’t talk about it, but I hate when emotions get in the way of something good.”

  “Oh. That again,” she said. “Some men want more than sex, and not all men are low-down, dirty sons of bitches.”

  I sneered. “Says the girl who tweeted that all men are dogs, and included a photoshopped picture of her ex’s head on a dog’s body after her last doozie of a breakup.”

  “That was different. And he deserved it. Anyhow you’re missing the point.”

  “Which is?”

  “People have emotions, Amanda. And so do you. Get over it. It’s time you move past what happened and start to give men a chance.”

  “I give plenty of men a chance,” I objected.

  “In your bed, maybe,” she teased. “But not where it matters. And it sounds like this is something you’re dealing with right now. So please, give the guy a chance. Especially if it’s Johnny Q Venom!”

  “You’re something else, Eva…” I took a breath. “Even though I couldn’t tell you much, I’m glad we talked. I so needed to hear your voice, hun. It’s really helped.”

  “Same here. Now imagine how much more I can do if you told me everything…including the juicy parts!”

  “You know I—”

  “Yes, I know you can’t tell me more,” she answered before I could finish. “I was just kidding.”

  “Well I should go now. Thanks, Eva. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

  “Anytime. Oh, wait one second! I just thought of something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Do you think he might know The Rock?”

  I laughed. The woman was incorrigible. “Bye Eva.”

  “Bye love.”

  Chapter 10 - Amanda

  What I really needed after today was a drink. I was not one to drink often, especially during a gig, but tonight, I was willing to check Johnny’s fridge for a beer or wine. I got up to go downstairs. My hand was already on the doorknob when I looked down at my sleepwear. This was not enough clothes with people roaming around the house. Fred and Larry were also staying in the guest bedroom downstairs, and I had no idea if the guys in the recording studio had left. I decided to play it safe and threw a robe over my pajamas.

  My timing was uncanny. As I opened the door, Johnny was stepping into his room. He looked back at me when he heard me.

  “Hey,” he said with some hesitation, not moving from his doorway.

  “Hi.” I didn’t know what to tell him. “I was just heading downstairs to look for a beer or something.”

  “There’s lots in the fridge. If you don’t see what you want, check the cellar. It’s the first door to the left of the main stairs.”

  “Okay. Thanks.” I stood in the doorway, looking his way. I was hesitant to move, debating whether to apologize. Another apology. Geez. By then, I was tired of telling him I was sorry. I was sick of saying no to him.

  “Hey. Can we talk a moment?” I asked.

  “Sure.”

  I pulled my door open and stepped aside so he could come in.

  “Look. I’m sorry about before,” I started, turning to face him. He was still wearing his workout shorts, and he had his soaking wet t-shirt in one hand.

  “It’s all right, Amanda. I’m the one who should say sorry to you. I got carried away. Again.”

  I shook my head. “No, you told me to tell you if I wanted you to stop. And what did I go and do? I kissed you. I’m the one sending mixed signals here, not you.” He looked at me with those intense, stormy eyes. “I’m not trying to lead you on. I’m…I’m attracted to you. And I would be lying if I said I don’t find you sweet, and an overall amazing human being. That’s something that makes it harder to brush you off, or worse, to sleep with you now and hurt you when I brush you off later. I’m just trying to do the right thing.”

  He nodded, seeming to process it. “Do you want to tell me why you’re afraid of getting close to me?”

  I looked away. I was not ready to go there. “Not really. Some things happened, and some things were said…What matters is I don’t feel ready to try again.”

  A blast of scrambled memories flashed through my mind and I closed my eyes, mentally trying to shove it aside. I shuddered, and felt Johnny step closer to me. I looked up at him.

  “Hey. Are you okay?” His face was flooded with concern as he wrapped his arms around me. “Listen, I’m not going to try and convince you that I’m different from all the other guys. I’m sure you’ve heard that line.” He paused, his hand gently resting on my neck, stroking my hair. “But I want you to know this. I will never hurt you, Amanda. Never.” He tilted my chin up and looked deeply into my eyes. “Never.”

  Something inside me broke open at his words. My eyes filled with tears. I blinked most of them away, but the one teardrop that managed to slide down my face was quickly kissed away by Johnny’s lips.

  He pulled back again to look me in the eye. “If you want me to go, I’ll go, and I will do my best to think of you as just a friend. It’ll be really hard, because I’m crazy about you. But if that’s what you want, I’ll respect your wishes.”

  I listened closely, letting him say his piece, not ready to admit he might be getting through.

  He continued. “But if you tell me to stay, and let me in, I’ll do my best to be everything you need. I can’t promise you perfection, but I can tell you with confidence that I won’t stop feeling the way I do about you.”

  My mind raced. My heart wasn’t far behind as his words hit me head-on. Except the thing was, my past was right there, lingering at the edge of both. I wanted him to stay, to hold me, and let me sink into his strength. It was the unsettled, fearful part of me that kept up the last line of defense. It told me that any guy could offer kind, sweet words, but as soon as you let them get close enough, you hand them the power to destroy you. I had been there, and I did not want to go back
.

  “And if you tell me to stay, I want you to give me a real chance. Don’t lump me in with all your past experiences. Don’t compare me to them. And please…promise me you won’t keep running away from me. Just let me in.”

  He stared at me, waiting as my internal battle probably played out on my face.

  “Amanda?” Hi voice was gentle.

  “Stay with me, Johnny.”

  He smiled, and before my fear could consume me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It was unlike any kiss we had shared before. It was slow and deliberate. His lips gently clung to mine. My skin tingled, and my heart raced at the rush of emotions that seemed to envelope us, freezing us in that moment.

  I didn’t try to rush past the emotion anymore. I let myself slow down, to savor the way his lips felt against mine, and the way my body slowly began to wake up. He deepened the kiss and took my bottom lip between his, sucking ever so slightly before releasing it again. His tongue traced every curve of my mouth before gently parting my lips and slipping inside my mouth. We stood there for what felt like forever, in a trance, lost in his spell.

  He pulled from the kiss and slid his hands down the robe. He untied the knot at my waist and peeled the silky fabric off my shoulders. He lifted the hem of my long pajama top, slipping it over my head, exposing my almost naked body as I stood now with only panties on. My breasts perked up at the feel of the cooler air and my nipples hardening, waiting for his touch. Heat coursed through me, setting every inch of my skin on fire.

  He lightly traced his hands from my shoulders down my chest, grazing my breasts before sliding to the delicate curve underneath, then down my stomach. His fingers stopped just above my navel and I had to hold back a whimper.

  “Amanda, you’re so…beautiful.”

  I looked into Johnny’s eyes and got lost in the look of desire as he studied my body. His intense gaze made me feel like the only woman in his world, and his adoring words and delicate touch made me feel sexy and sultry like never before.

  I wanted him.

  All of him.

  His eyes came back up to mine and he stepped in close again, his body pressing against mine. He kissed me again, a little faster this time, the pressure of his lips on mine intensified with want. I slipped my hands on his chest, admiring his perfectly chiseled body by touch alone. My fingers traced every muscled line of his flat stomach, ratcheting up my desire.

  “You know,” he said, between his kisses. “I think I need a shower.”

  He broke away and looked at me, his eyes filled with lust.

  “Use mine.” I pulled on the waist of his shorts and led him to my bathroom.

  I stepped away from him and cranked on the water. Seconds later, he came up behind me, and I could feel that he had removed his shorts. He pressed his cock onto my back, teasing me. He stretched a hand around me and ran them along the front of my body, while grinding against me from behind. I moaned out loud when he palmed my tender nipples. He leaned over me and nibbled at my shoulder, gently pulling my hair out of the way with his free hand.

  I reached between us and took his shaft in my hand. He shuddered against me as I ran my fingers up his length, feeling it stiffen even more under my touch. The hot water sent steam around the room now. I moved from him, stepping into the shower. He followed behind and slid the glass door closed, and we allowed the water from the dual showerheads to run over both of our bodies.

  I turned to face him. Holy shit, he looked sexy wet. Water dripped down his gorgeous body, and little beads formed on his shoulders. It made his hair appear darker and his eyes an even lighter shade of green. And sweet Jesus, every taut muscle on his body glistened with seduction. He smiled and watched me as I reached over to trace the black lines of his tattoo. From the front, it looked like a musical note, but it connected to a large serpent on one hip, wound around his side and merged into a dragon that took up the width of his back. I had seen it under the dim light before, but it struck me as highly erotic in here.

  He let me touch it for a while longer. I slid my fingers down his hips into the deep v-lines at his waist. He groaned and pulled me in at the waist. His body engulfed mine as he walked me backwards until I was pressed up against the smooth, marble wall. His lips devoured mine, and I returned each kiss. He dipped down, taking my nipple into his mouth, causing me to cry out and arch against the shower wall. He teased and tasted as I moaned and dug my nails into his bare skin. His lips skimmed the glossy skin between my breasts, moving to repeat the action on my other aching breast.

  His hands slid down my body while he continued to pleasure each breast, alternating his attention between them. Pressure was building between my thighs, and as his hand sank lower down my belly. I was ready to beg him to fuck me. His finger slid between my folds and instantly found my clit. My nails sunk deeper into his shoulders as my pussy tightened at his touch. He made small circles around the tender bud. I sighed out my pleasure.

  He pulled his hand away and I whimpered, craving more. My eyes flashed to his as he grabbed my hips and slowly spun me around so I faced the wall. His cock, slick with water, was now cradled between my ass cheeks. He reached around to continue stroking my clit. I arched back into him and felt his cock press against me harder, my body humming with anticipation. My heart was racing. I moaned and whimpered as he teased my throbbing pussy.

  “Spread your legs,” he directed. I followed his instructions without hesitation. He reached between my legs with his other hand and pressed his cock at my opening, easing it inside me so slowly. I groaned, and when he was deep inside, he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting his shaft with such a powerful force, I could almost scream.

  I cried out at the shockwave of pleasure that ripped through me.

  “You feel so good, Amanda,” he whispered.

  “Oh God, Lorne.”

  “Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” He plunged deep inside me again, and got into his rhythm, pulling his hand away from my mound to grasp my hips. I was closer to a sweet release. I pressed into the wall, pushing my hips back to meet his force each time he drove in deeper, all the way to my core.

  “Please, Lorne. Fuck me hard until I come.”

  He responded and thrust harder, deeper. I moaned and cried out. He was driving me straight to insanity. My entire body was shaking, so close to its release. He kept the pace, and reached a hand up to my breasts, cupping his hand over the soft flesh. I had to fight hard to keep my legs spread for him, I was so weak, so close.

  “I’m coming, Lorne.”

  “God! I’m going to come too…”

  The urgency and loss of control in his voice sent a force through me and my body crashed over the edge. I cried out as a fierce orgasm slammed through me. He continued to pump his hips wildly. A second wave hit me when he got to his peak, his hot release spreading through my core. My body shuddered. He held me steady as I descended, and lightly kissed my shoulder.

  I turned to face him when some of my strength returned. The water from the shower still beat down on us as he leaned down and kissed my lips again.

  “You’re incredible,” I murmured against his lips when he broke away.

  “There’s so much more where that came from,” he growled.

  He turned off the shower and ushered me out onto the warmed tile floor. Wrapping a thick bathrobe around my shoulder, he took my hand, and I followed him to my bed.

  Chapter 11 - Johnny

  Amanda had finally let her walls down. We were just scratching the surface, and that time in the shower was only the beginning. Seeing how much pleasure I could bring her filled me with a driving desire to give her more. It fulfilled something deep within me. I led her from the bathroom, contemplating all of the things that I wanted to do with her. To her.

  Her eyes were wide with lust and curiosity as I helped her into bed and made her spread out on her back. For a minute, I stood over her, staring at her incredible body. She stared up at me, calling my name, asking me to be with her. I
lost it. I lowered to the bed and gathered her in my arms, pressing her skin against mine. I kissed her and ran my hands down her body. I wanted to take her again, and this time I wanted it to last.

  Her hand slipped down my chest, under my navel, and I sucked in a breath as she grasped my cock. Her fingers ran up and down my shaft. It took all of my control to keep it together and not let her get too carried away yet. I could barely hold back. I needed to be buried deep inside her tight pussy again. Soon.

  I grabbed her hips and placed a pillow under her ass. She spread her legs wide for me, relaxing under my hands on her pelvis. I lowered to my knees and bent forward, pressing soft kisses on her flat belly. She ran her a hand through my hair, pushing my head down slightly. I kissed down to her mound, trailing a line down to her inner thighs and then up again, to her hood. She shook for a moment, and moaned when my tongue finally touched her swollen clit. My tongue grazed over her smooth lips, caressing down one side and up the other. She panted and whimpered as I explored her delicate folds. My tongue returned to her clit, circling the bud, flicking it teasingly before I took it in my mouth and sucked gently. Her hips tilted slightly up and down, her movements limited by the way my hands held her down.

  “You taste so good, Amanda,” I hummed as I continued increasing the intensity. I devoured her, sucking and tasting her until her legs shook.

  “Oh God, I’m coming,” she cried out as I brought her to orgasm.

  She shuddered through her peak, and I laid my head on her pelvis for the few minutes she took to catch her breath. When she did, she slowly put her hands through my hair again. I lifted my head and looked up at her.

  “I want you inside me.” She said it barely over a whisper.

  I flipped her over and pulled her hips up, helping her to her knees. She followed my lead and bent before me, quivering with anticipation. I did not wait this time. I lined up my cock, gripped her hip with one hand, and plunged deep inside her moist pussy.