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Six Guns and Six Strings: 13 Book Excite Spice Cowboys and Rock Stars Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

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by Selena Kitt


  “Oh my goodness? Really?” she chirped, straightening the cotton cap back on her fuzzy head ’cause it had slipped down. “No one? I’m the only one?

  “The only one.”

  “Cool.”

  “You’re special. Plus, I know you can keep secrets.”

  She nodded and we laced up our skates. “Oh, I sure can and will. My lips are zipped and sealed up tight. I won’t tell a soul. I swear.”

  “No doubt. That’s why I told you. I was ready to burst and had to tell someone. The kiss was so perfect.” Hardly anyone was here on a Monday night, only four other skaters, so she was trying to teach me how to spin and skate backwards and totally cracking up at my effort.

  “Nice.”

  No matter what I was facing, I always felt better after spending time with her. She made it all seem like caramel stickiness rather than the hell it seemed to be. I truly knew nothing of hell.

  When we were done skating, we ordered bacon and broccoli pizza.

  “Excited to be graduating?” she asked when we sat in our red leather booth.

  I nodded. “Yeah, pretty much. You know that place I freelance for? They hired me part-time now, which means I’m actually employed. Even with just a couple days’ work, I’m already feeling the pressure, trying to finish my education while working at the same time. One of my friends works two jobs. She mans the library circulation desk a couple nights during the week and works at a restaurant on weekends. She has basically no free time. I don’t know how she does it. I hope it doesn’t get that hectic for me.”

  “Me too. I love hanging out with you. My friends still either give me that look like they’re sad for me or they treat me like I’m fragile. I hate it.”

  “Don’t worry. You, Samantha, are the strongest girl I know. And I mean it.”

  “Thanks.” She nodded that she loved my compliment and totally believed it. “Oh, how’s your brother? Didn’t he break his arm in a band bus crash? I forgot.”

  I blushed when she said that. I totally forgot that I told her about my patched-together family and association to a rock band.

  “He’s not my brother, not exactly,” I insisted to her like I do to everyone else. “Our parents got hitched a few years ago right before my mom split to star in the crappiest of the lot of Sundance Film Festival films, but yeah, yeah, he broke his arm, but he’s doing okay.”

  Her brow rose after she eyed me with suspicion. She definitely noticed something about me and her shocked reaction fired anxiety into my gut. She gasped and leaned in closer. “Holy Pikachu! Ohmygod! You kissed Danny? Danny Zane?” She patted her smiling lips with both hands. “Oh, oh … you did! You kissed him!”

  “What?” I said, trying to wave her off. “I never said that.”

  “But you did, right? I can tell by your blush. He’s the cute guy you kissed. You said you kissed a rock star who’s not Harry. So it has to be him! You can’t lie to me. I have a superpower. People are always whispering around me or not telling me the truth, so I’ve learned to tell what they’re really saying and meaning by body language. I can kinda read lips too. He’s the guy you kissed! I know it. That’s why you don’t want anyone to know.”

  I covered my face and groaned. “Okay. Okay. You are right and obviously more perceptive than I ever realized. I kissed Danny Zane, okay? But people won’t get why I like him. They just hear, ‘Oh, your mom’s married to his dad? Too bad. You can’t have him then.’ So, it’s kinda complicated and maybe a little weird, yeah, but I don’t care. I don’t. I met him the summer before my senior year in high school, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it from my end. We’re not related or really brother and sister. I’ve known him just long enough to know he gives me butterflies whenever he’s around but not long enough to know every single thing about him. So, yes, I’m majorly crushing on Danny Zane … like most of the women in America.”

  “In the world,” she corrected me, then giggled. “Ohmygod. Can’t believe you kissed him! So cool.”

  “Shhhh,” I said, with my finger over my lips. “Yeah, cool. You really think it’s cool?”

  “The coolest. I don’t know anyone else who kissed a rock star. And my promise to be quiet about it still stands. Even though it makes me wanna jump up and down and shout from the rooftops, I won’t. I swear I won’t tell a soul.”

  “Well, good. Hope you don’t. I’m not ready for the world to know yet.” Among other things, like that following his commands makes me hot. I wasn’t sure if she could contain this juicy gossip, but out of anyone in the world, I trusted her the most. That’s why I picked her to tell.

  We chatted more about music and boys and my plans to move out of Danny’ house as soon as I get back. Kate and I were already in the hunt for a house or apartment to rent together. She swears on her life to be more responsible with her money. I sure hope so. As it stands, she’s part of my plan to make myself less of a burden to Danny and Bill. I was so damn tired of being baggage, as Danny so kindly put it.

  I dropped Samantha off at her house before 8 p.m. and I crashed into my bed a little after that, feeling exhausted from my emotional upheaval and the deep burning desire my typical pain-in-the-ass affection for Danny had morphed into. However, I couldn’t sleep. I was fatigued but not sleepy. I hate when that happens.

  My suitemates trickled back into our home away from home, and I pretended to read as I listened to Itchy Fringe on my MP3.

  I popped an ear bud out of my ear and listened again because I thought I’d heard Danny’s assigned jingle. I flipped my phone over and I missed a call. I quickly called him back. “Danny! I know you’re probably still mad at me, but…”

  “I am mad for you. Mad-crazy. Mad-lusty.”

  “I don’t think mad-lusty’s a real phrase.”

  “Oh, sure it is. Wanna know what exactly that is?”

  “Um, I guess.” The television was on in the living room and I closed the door and set my back against it. “I mean, um, yes, tell me,’ I whispered. “What is mad-lusty?”

  “It’s where you have a broken arm, see, a fucking cast on your dominant hand, so it makes jerking-off rather difficult.”

  “Oh, yeah, I can see how that would be a big problem.”

  “Especially, if it’s already jacked up and throbbing for release. So, of course, one with such a shortcoming would need a very special aid to … get the job done.”

  I sucked my bottom lip and then smiled, praying that he was going where it sounded like he was going. “Yeah, of course.”

  “And not having such an aid on hand, as I’m sure you can clearly see and understand now, would, um, spike frustration levels to an all-time high, thus creating the very, very uncomfortable state now known as mad-lusty.”

  “So, mad-lusty’s a little like blue balls? Such a prison certainly sounds like a cruel and unusual punishment.”

  “Oh, it is, trust me. It’s so unfair.”

  My heart pounded as I slid out of my short-sleeved sweater shirt. “You know … how lucky for you then, that I just so happen to be taking off my clothes at this very moment. Oops. Bye bye, shirt. There it goes, right on the floor of my room. There are people right outside my door. They have no clue how horny I am to have you or how perky my nipples are from just hearing your voice. And this short, naughty skirt has definitely got to go. It’s the slutty kind that says I need to be spanked again over your knee. You know why?”

  “I can probably guess. You are an all-around dirty, bad girl.”

  “So bad.” I ran my fingers along the waistband and stopped at my zipper. “And not only that. I am your dirty, bad girl.” My respiration quickened and so did my pulse. “I unzipped this skanky thing and now I’m pushing it off my thighs and kicking it with my toes to join that unneeded shirt. Wow, mmm, you should see my nipples, Danny. I was totally serious about these plump pieces of candy. They’re reaching out, pressing against my bra cups with an itch to feel your luscious, warm lips mouthing them and tugging them into softer, wetter heat.”


  “Mmm, Lex. I’ve whipped this strained cock of my jeans and I’m stroking and driving my fist down to my balls at the pulse of your pretty voice. I’m so, so hard for you, baby. Damn, I’m throbbing to fuck your marvelous, filthy brains out. Pre-cum is sliding down my tip and I’m rubbing it in with my thumb, wishing it was your tongue instead, lapping it up. I’m dying to come there are give it to you.”

  “Uh, Danny. Give it to me. I took my bra and panties off, so I’m stripped down, naked and trembling, waiting for your word. Now there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, in your way. Tell me what to do.”

  “Are you really naked?”

  “Totally, yes.”

  “Good. Keep the door unlocked and go lie on your bed. Face down.”

  I smiled. “Uh, yes, Sir.” I did and my spirit soared. I’d never felt this connected to anyone or this on fire before. My nerves fluttered and I waited for him to tell me what to do. I looked over my shoulder and cringed at the unlocked door. I shuddered as I sank down and put all my weight on my limbs. “Okay.”

  “You’re on your bed?”

  “Yes.”

  “The door’s unlocked? Like, anyone could walk in on you at any moment?”

  “At any moment. But I’m your bad girl. I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “I want you rubbing that clit for me, Alexa. Reach down there and play dirty for me.”

  “Mmm. Yes, Sir.” I did and it made me delirious. Desire waved through me and tethered me to Danny. His heavy breaths were like swipes of a whip, each one unique and jarring me with ultimate pleasure.

  “Pretend I’m lying on top of you, munching on the back of your neck and spreading your legs wide so I can slide in between them. Mmm, your pussy’s so wet and juicy for me.”

  “It is. So wet.”

  “Drive those fingers up and in, thrust in and out. I wanna fuck you, Alexa. I want that hot body. I want your soul.”

  “I’m dripping all over my fingers, Danny, as I pulse in and out. Should I be hard and fast?”

  “No, not yet, naughty slut. Go slow, let your craving for me to build. I’m sliding in nice and slow. Your breathing is snatching and getting faster. You’re really touching yourself?”

  “Yep. I really am. And I’m so on fire for you. You should feel the warmth of my walls and the squeezing hug I could give to that poor mad-lusty cock of yours right now.”

  “Mmm. Now I want it faster. Push in, deep and hard. Fuck those fingers. I’m gonna pull your hair as I chomp into your shoulder until you cry out. Then jerk your pelvis up so I can slam into you again and again.”

  “Uh, Danny. I’m so drenched. And you’re driving me crazy. I’m gonna come, Danny. Can I come? Oh my god, I’m so damn close. Please. Please.”

  “I love that you’re asking me for permission to come. Love it.” My pants are off and I’m on my knees on the floor, squeezing my cock, wishing it was you instead my damn left hand. I’d much rather enjoy the delicious treasure you’ve got. I’m ramming, sweetie, roughly into my fist. Fuck that pussy for me. Fuck it.”

  “Mmm, Danny. Oh, you feel so damn good. Fuck me, fuck me. Yeah … yeah.” My second ‘yeah’ came out like a quiet squeal-moan.

  “Oh, yeah, come for me, Baby.”

  My walls squeezed at my buried digits and soaked them in the fluid of tapped arousal. “Uuhhh.”

  He grunted, and I bit down on my pillow as my body thrashed and ached in the ecstasy of climax, reaching the destiny of perfect satisfaction. I moaned into the fluff.

  A few seconds later, he said, “Mmm, that was damn hot. You are a very special aid indeed. So glad it worked. I’m no longer mad-lusty.”

  “Good.” I huffed out a million breaths as I lay on my stomach with a deeper flop of surrender buzzing anew. I nuzzled into my sheet and lost tears. “Danny?” My voice sounded cracked.

  “Yeah? What?” he said all winded.

  “Does this mean you’re no longer mad at me?”

  “Oh, no, I’m mad, Lex. More than ever.”

  “You are?”

  “Yep. I think my mad-lustiness has turned to mad-love.”

  “Yeah … I think I’m in that state too. Mad-love. Sounds about right.”

  “Do you think you might have time this week to go over this special handiwork again? I might need a rerun, you know, just to be sure, the special aid works as intended.”

  “I think I can pencil you in, yeah. I’ll have my secretary get back to you.”

  “Great.”

  “Nice talking to you.” I hung up feeling so much better about my relationship with Danny. I felt really good about it. But I knew for certain everyone else wouldn’t like it one bit, especially, most especially, this heinous freak-stalker I now had to worry about.

  12

  Danny – 1 Empty Words

  After that deliciously heated discussion with Lex, I couldn’t imagine my life without her. And even though we started communicating more and speaking about everything under the sun a couple times each week over the phone as she was wrapping up her education, losing her irrevocably seemed like a very true possibility.

  She had plans to move out, which was driving me insane to think about, just her being away from me like that where I can’t keep an eye out and my hands on. But, until this stalker is caught, having her off my property and seemingly out of my life on all matters not professional would probably be the best for everyone. So it broke my heart that I had to answer her question with a repeated and insistent, “No. I still can’t come to graduation. Grandma and Auntie Carol’ll be there though. I’m sure you can see the many reasons why I can’t go. I can’t.”

  Her voice sounded broken and sent a ripple of dread through my gut as she said, “I know how much of a hassle it would be…”

  “A hassle? Quite the understatement. I’m famous. What do you not get about that? Me, showing up at a college campus right when my band’s in an upswing, thanks to the heavy dose of P.R? Not exactly smart or easy.”

  “Yeah, my dose.”

  “Well, my fan base sprouted up at colleges initially. Do you honestly think me showing up at yours is a good idea?”

  “No, you’re right,” she said with a pout I could actually feel though the phone. “I just wanted you here so badly. It’s, um, tough for me, facing graduation without you here, and you have to know why.”

  “Grow up, Lex! And get over that bitch already!”

  “Danny! What the hell,” she cried, sounding shatter. She blubbered and said, “Oh my god,” like a smear of sorrow that made a black X on my heart. “I … don’t know how to do that. I wish I did.”

  “Exactly. And I’m not always gonna be around to pick your sorry, sad sack ass up off the pavement.”

  “Jackass.”

  “It’s true.” With my right hand now free of a cast, I pounded my head with my fist and smothered all my grunts and groans with a pillow. The dull ache was still there in my bone, and it twanged real agony through my arm that made me nauseous, but my dickishness toward the woman I loved, yeah, I loved her, smarted even more. Errr, I hated being mean to her. Hated it. When all I yearned to do was hold her in my arms and treat her like a china doll. She had this delicate soul that someone purposely crushed, and I loathed that woman with all my might. Right now, no matter how much it gutted me, I had to take on the role of a soul crusher too. She needed to be crazy about me a whole lot less, for her own safety.

  “Danny, I swear you are such an asshole sometimes. You just, last night in fact, said I was the most amazing thing to happen to you, and now, you’re kicking dirt in my face? I don’t get it. You’re either insane or a damn liar. And, yeah, I’ll go with liar.”

  “You know I’ve always loved to jerk you around, Lex. It’s so much fun to make you weak and wet and hot, to know how much control I have over you and your slippery pussy. Mmm, gives me such a power trip. That’s all it is for me, nothing more.”

  “You fucking liar! You are lying. I saw your balled-up song. I read it when you were
lying out cold in the damn hospital. You want me and you’re only slaying me now because you’re too chicken to face the world with how we feel about one another.”

  I sucked in air through my teeth. That felt like an invasion of privacy. I didn’t like anyone seeing my scraps. They were private, and most of them went into the shit pile in the bottom of File 13, never to see the light of day. “It was trash, Lex, every word of it. I tossed it.” I looked at the bureau drawer it was in and walked over to get it. “God, you act like such a little girl sometimes. Stay the hell out of my stuff! You know nothing about how I feel.” I took it out and rolled it around in my palm. “I need you to stop whining and acting like a little bitch. We’re not heading into a romance or whatever, steamy or otherwise. I was just having some fun. We’re not headed anywhere.” God, my skin screamed out for her feathered touch, for her warm breath sliding and swaying against it, not to mention her gorgeous, silky tits. “I only played this game with you so I could get into your panties, but I’m bored with that already. I don’t even care.”

 

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