Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  Just as Main Street finished their set, the female club manager brought a chair over next to me. “I wanted to tell you how sorry I am you were attacked.” She touched my hand. “You’re very brave. I don’t think I could go back to playing so quick.”

  A single tear fell from my eye. I tried so hard to forget about it. Why did she have to bring it up?

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.” She hugged me.

  I closed my eyes, willing away the rest of my tears.

  Then Giovanni put his hand on my back. “It’s OK, Crystal. He can’t hurt you again.” When the manager let me go, I grabbed him, and he held me tightly. “I’m right here. Nothing’s gonna happen to you.” Then he asked, “How do you know what happened to her?”

  “It was on a music blog. One of the bartenders showed it to me this afternoon.” Then she left us.

  I clung to Giovanni. “I hope he’s still in jail.”

  “He is. The judge wouldn’t give him bail.”

  I had calmed down by the time we were ready to go on, but I was nervous. Giovanni held my hand tightly until we got up on the stage. I looked out and saw more people than I had ever seen at a club before. There were many more girls than guys, which was very unusual.

  Chad must have felt my anxiety, because he was soon at my side with a hand on my back. “Crystal, they’re here to support you. Girls have been handing us white flowers for you since we started to set up.” He pointed to an amp that had a pile of them on it.

  A girl called my name. I looked out at the crowd and saw a few young women standing in front of the stage waving me over. I reluctantly left the guys and sat down on the end of the stage. They all handed me white roses.

  “Thank you,” I said, confused.

  One of them said. “No. Thank you. That same guy raped me a few months ago. I was afraid to tell anyone because I let him come home with me from a club. I know what you’re going through.”

  Tears started to fall from my eyes, but not from fear. I could feel her pain. I reached out to her and hugged her. Then I whispered into her ear, “Thank you. You’ll feel normal again one day, and so will I.”

  Throughout the show that night, more flowers fell onto the stage around us. Mark tried to move them away from our feet as best as he could, and we all just watched our step. I noticed that not only girls were tossing them. Guys were, too. It gave me a good feeling inside. I had been afraid that people knowing about my attack would set me back, but it gave me strength.

  I played better than I had in a while. I started to believe I was going to be the one to get that creep off the streets, and I felt confident again. I knew in my heart I could go through the trial with all of them behind me. I would do it for all the other girls he raped and who were afraid to tell. There had to be more of them.

  After Giovanni and I got home, I brought all the flowers that we took home into the kitchen. “Do you got a vase?”

  “Not that big,” Giovanni replied.

  He opened a cabinet, pulled out a tall container, and put water in it. I arranged the white roses, daisies, carnations and a few lilies inside it.

  “I wonder why they’re all white.”

  “You know white flowers represent innocence and purity, right?” Giovanni asked.

  I nodded. “But what does that have to do with me? I’m anything but pure, and with the clothes I wear, everyone knows I’m not innocent. I can’t figure it out.”

  Giovanni caressed my cheek and tilted my chin so he could look into my eyes. “Rape takes away innocence.” He gently kissed my lips. “I hope you never have to feel pain like that ever again. I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too.” I smiled and reached up so I could kiss his lips. “You still amaze me.”

  Chapter 5

  We hadn’t been home on a Saturday night for a long while. Charlie’s had an electrical problem, so our gig there was canceled. I woke up alone after Giovanni and I had taken a nap. Voices were coming from the living room, so I put on one of his T-shirts that fell almost halfway down my thighs. I walked out of the bedroom, curious.

  Giovanni and Chad were on the couch talking. I walked to Giovanni, leaned over him from the side of the couch, and kissed him. He grabbed me and flipped me onto his lap.

  I yelled, “Don’t,” but it was too late. When I was sitting, I pulled his T-shirt down between my legs. “Giovanni, I don’t have underwear on,” I whispered.

  “Oh, sorry.” He got up and carried me to the extra room. After tossing me on the bed with a smile, he pulled out a pair of panties. “I like these almost as much as the black set from yesterday.” He held up the black panties with clips on the sides I was wearing the first time we had sex.

  I put them on as he watched me. Then I put on a pair of shorts that were shorter than Giovanni’s shirt. “If he saw anything, I don’t wanna know.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, and then kissed my lips. “Whatever you say, my love. I’m so happy you finally got up. I was starting to miss you.”

  Then he picked me up by my ass, and I wrapped my legs around him. He walked with me like that to the kitchen, and then spun us around. I giggled like a schoolgirl. When he put me down, I sat in a chair because I was a bit dizzy. I looked at the white flowers from the night before and smiled. They were so beautiful and reminded me I was strong.

  Giovanni handed me a plate and a glass of fruit punch. “Me and Chad ate earlier.” Then he handed me my anti-depressant pill.

  After, we walked to the living room holding hands. Giovanni sat down and pulled me into his lap again.

  Chad looked at me and grinned. “Did you put panties on yet? That was quite a show.”

  I blushed, and then pulled up Giovanni’s shirt, showing him the shorts. “What were you guys talking about while I was sleeping?”

  Giovanni squeezed me. “Just guy shit. You don’t wanna know.” He kissed my cheek. “You guys wanna watch a movie?”

  “Sure,” Chad replied.

  I was soon on the couch between them. I leaned on Giovanni and pulled my feet up on the couch. Chad put them in his lap and started to massage me. I let out a quiet moan.

  Both of them said together, “Don’t do that!” It was funny how they thought alike at times.

  I laughed. “Good thing I didn’t say, ‘Oh yeah, baby. That feels good.’ Then what would you guys have said?”

  I tilted my head back and looked at Giovanni. He looked down at me. “If you said that to him, I’d start to wonder if I had competition again.”

  Chad leaned on me, laying his head on my breast. “If you said it to me, I would’ve thrown you over my shoulder and tossed you on your bed.” He laughed as he sat back up. “I’m just playing.”

  Then he continued to rub my feet. I didn’t realize how much they hurt from the shoes I wore until he touched them.

  “I feel guilty here,” Giovanni admitted. “Maybe I should do your shoulders, but that might be weird, being worked on from both ends.”

  I laughed, thinking of our threesome. “Don’t get me thinking about that again.” I closed my eyes, almost feeling the two of them driving into me. “I wish we could do that again,” I thought aloud, and then sighed.

  Giovanni softly told me, “It felt real good, but we’re never doing that with Chad again.”

  “Why?”

  He exhaled loudly. “Because he can’t handle it, and neither can I.”

  “He may be right, baby, but what about with Tommy?” Chad asked after hearing us. “I bet that would make your day.”

  I closed my eyes and imagined what that would be like. “Why did you have to make me think of that, Chad?”

  “That’s why you love me, baby. I think of the best and nastiest things,” Chad sweetly replied. “That, and my gorgeous hair.” He shook his head so his hair moved around his shoulders.

  I watched him, and it distracted me from Tommy. An image of his hair falling around me the morning after my attack flashed through my mind. He made me feel so go
od. I wanted to reach out and pull his hair.

  Giovanni broke me out of my thoughts by putting his hands on my shoulders and massaging them deeply. I tried not to moan from the relief I felt at both ends of my body. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the pampering.

  When they had both stopped, I felt relaxed but wide awake. “Can we go out instead?”

  “Where?” Giovanni asked.

  Chad replied, “We can go play pool.”

  “How about dancing?”

  Chad gave me a dirty look. “Crystal, you promised.”

  “Promised what?” Giovanni innocently asked.

  “Chad, please. Giovanni won’t care about that.”

  “Crystal,” Chad whined. “I told you never to say anything. Not even to Giovanni.”

  “What the heck are you guys arguing over?” Giovanni interrupted us. “It sounds like you’re talking another language.”

  Chad looked down. “Crystal taught me to dance, and I didn’t want you to know.”

  Giovanni put his hand on Chad’s shoulder. “If it’s any help, I wish I could dance. I’m sure Crystal can move real well. If you guys wanna go dancing, I’m game. Just don’t expect much grace outta me. I have no clue where to even start on a dance floor. No one ever showed me how.”

  I whispered in his ear, “Don’t you remember when we went to that club, and you moved your hips with mine? It’s like that. Like sex. I can teach you. You might like it.”

  After we got Chad to agree to go, he went home to change, and I jumped in the shower. When I got out, I looked through the closet in my room for something to wear. I found a black skirt that made the cut because it was longer. I thought that was perfect. Then I grabbed a really low-cut black blouse and strappy high-heeled shoes.

  When I stepped out of the bedroom, Giovanni was standing in the living room. “Wow.” His mouth was open in awe. “I’ve never seen you dressed like that before. Those shoes are real sexy. We should’ve done this a long time ago.” He walked toward me and spun me around, making my skirt go up. “I just wanted to make sure your panties didn’t show when you turned around.”

  Giovanni’s hair was in a neat ponytail, but as usual, wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and black sneakers. He was very funny that way. He rarely parted from that style.

  As soon as I saw Chad downstairs, I smiled. Wow! I tried to hide my attraction to him. He had a blue shirt on with a short collar, black dress pants and simple black leather shoes. His hair was in a ponytail also.

  “Man, Chad. You clean up good,” Giovanni commented. “I don’t even own clothes like that. I got a suit for funerals, jeans and not much else.”

  Once at the club, Giovanni stood on the sidelines with his arms folded so he could watch us. Chad and I easily got into sync with each other. We were attracting attention quickly while he spun me around with such ease.

  My usual feeling of desire for him surfaced right away. The more our bodies touched, the stronger it got. When Chad pulled me against him tightly, pressing his stiff cock against me, I sighed. He smiled at the sound. Then he turned us so his back was to Giovanni and kissed my lips.

  I pulled back quickly. “Don’t.”

  It was forgotten when a reggae song came on. At one point, he had a knee between my legs and held my waist as he let me hang back. From that position, I could see Giovanni smiling at us. Then Chad pulled me up and held me close to him.

  When after a while, a slow song came on. I found a pretty girl and nearly pushed her into Chad’s arms. Then I took Giovanni by the hands and pulled him out to the dance floor.

  “I can’t.” He stepped back.

  I looked up. “Yes, you can.” I put his hands on my hips. “Just hold me and move to the music.” Then I smiled when he started to move his feet a little, as he watched the couples around us.

  “OK. It’s not so hard.” When a faster song came on, he sighed. “Go dance with Chad again, please.”

  I took Giovanni’s hands in mine. “He’s busy. Please just watch me and try.”

  He watched me for a bit. I knew he had amazing coordination being a drummer and all, so I was sure he could get it. I turned my back to him and got close. Then I put my hands on his hips and pulled them to me. He ran his hands down my arms and sighed as I grinded against him.

  I looked back at him. “Really. Just like sex.”

  Finally, he moved his hips with mine. A minute later, he spun me around and pulled me back in place. I smiled at him, happy he was trying.

  Giovanni seemed to be able to move well to a reggae beat. He held me on his knee while I grinded on him. I knew he liked it, by the bulge in his pants.

  At one point in the night, Chad came up behind me, and the two of them danced with me together. That was fun, but a little awkward. It made me think of the threesome again.

  There were many people dancing that way. When Chad and I used to go dancing every week, he always found someone to do that with him because I liked it. For some reason, Giovanni seemed to relax, and they both got closer to me, not touching each other, but all over me.

  Feeling both of their stiff cocks against me turned me on so much. Chad got down low and put his hands on my hips as he ground his into my ass. I could smell that he had started drinking already, but he danced better that way.

  Towards the end of the night, Giovanni looked down at me. “Dance with Chad again. I’m gonna take a piss.” He motioned for Chad to come to us and put my hand in his. “Don’t have too much fun, you two.”

  Chad was happy to take over, but he had more than a few drinks by then. He kept grabbing my ass. When Giovanni was out of sight, Chad tugged me to the bar.

  I looked at the pink colored drink he handed me. “What is it?”

  “You’ll like it. Just drink it, baby.” He was slurring somewhat.

  It was good, kind of tasted like raspberry lemonade. When I finished it, he got me a second one. He got himself a shot of Jack Daniels. When the glasses were empty, he kissed me on the lips.

  “Stop, Chad.” I pushed him back. He tried to do it again. “Cut it out.”

  “OK. OK. Sorry.”

  Giovanni did not seem to be back yet, so we went to the dance floor again.

  Soon after, another song started. Chad asked, “Are you gonna marry him?”

  I looked into his eyes. “Why are you doing that to yourself? I know you love me, but you’ll never lose me. I’ll always be here for you. Just not for sex anymore.”

  He ran a finger from my chin to my cleavage. “Not even touching? That’s not sex.” He put his hand in my bra and fingered my nipple.

  I got closer so no one could see what he was doing. “Chad, stop it. First of all, we’re in public. Second, touching is part of it.” It felt so good, but I couldn’t let him keep doing it. When Chad didn’t move his hand, I gritted my teeth and commanded him, “Chad, get your hand out of my bra!”

  He pulled away. “I just miss you so much. I never spent this much time away from you.”

  “I know.” I could sense his heartbreak coming to the surface. That combined with the strong desire oozing out of his pores was making pushing him away even harder.

  He held me close so I could feel his erection. “Dancing with you always turns me on. You move so well, baby.” He sighed, and then added, slurring a bit, “You know, I gave you all my love each time.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He hugged me tighter. “I still think one day you’ll be in love with me, too. I’ll wait. I haven’t fucked another girl since our first time.”

  I was shocked. “Really? How do you deal with it?”

  “I have those pictures of us on my laptop,” he admitted with a wink. “I get by with that.” He touched my hair. “No girl measures up to you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. I would give anything to marry my best friend in the whole world. I love you so much, my baby girl.”

  A tear fell from my eye. Giovanni and I being together was killing him. “I’m so sorry I fell in love with some
one else. And I’m sorry you’re hurting so much.” I caressed his cheek. “Who knows what the future holds.”

  I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. It was cruel to give him hope, but for some reason, I couldn’t think straight.

  Then Giovanni gently pulled me away. “What’re you guys so serious about?” He put his arms around me. “We’re supposed to be having fun.”

  I looked up at Giovanni. “Chad’s drinking and venting.” I was starting to feel a little weird. When I turned around, Chad was gone.

  We went back to dancing. Giovanni played with my hair while we moved. After a few minutes, he leaned down and kissed my lips deeply. “Your mouth tastes sweet. What did you drink?”

  “I think raspberry lemonade. Chad gave it to me.”

  Giovanni whispered, “I love you so much.”

  I reached up and put my hand through his ponytail. He made me feel so loved. “I love you, too,” I replied as I touched his chest. We danced like that until Chad stumbled back to us.

  “He’s trashed. Time to go,” Giovanni said with a sigh.

  Chad passed out as soon as Giovanni got him in the passenger seat of his van. I climbed over him, buckled his seatbelt, and then put on my own. Chad immediately leaned over and put his head on my shoulder. With a smile, I put my hand through his hair, which he had taken out of the ponytail and closed my eyes.

  I felt a little dizzy. It suddenly dawned on me that Chad must have given me alcohol. Then I remembered I wasn’t supposed to mix alcohol with the pills I was on. I hoped it didn’t affect me too much.

  “What does he do when he’s this fucked up?”

  I glanced at Giovanni. “Well, it depends. He’s also pretty emotional, so you might wanna hide his keys.”

  “How about we just bring him upstairs, so he don’t get in any trouble?”

  Giovanni soon dropped Chad on my old bed and pulled me to our room. “All that dancing really turned me on.” He lifted me up and tossed me on the bed. “Get naked.”

  I had difficulty getting my top off but got it after a while. I could hear Giovanni opening and closing drawers and cursing under his breath. By the time I got everything off, Giovanni was standing next to the bed, still dressed.