Jon stepped between us right away. “You lay a hand on her, and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” He looked back at me for a second. “No one told you to shove Chad. You got your own self fired.”
Noah opened his mouth, looked at Jon and seemed to think better of it. Then he walked away, and I relaxed again.
“What about Chad and Giovanni?” I asked, nervous about the answer.
Chris turned to me. “Chad’s scheduled in about 10 minutes. I saw Giovanni toward the bottom of the list. That’s like 30 minutes away.”
Soon, Jon sat in the courtroom with me. The judge told Chad to stay out of trouble for six months, or they would reinstate the case. I felt such relief. They’d all been released so far.
As soon as he could, Chad took me in his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t know it was gonna get so outta hand.” I reached up and touched the new bruises on his face. “It’s no big deal. You should see the other guy.” He laughed.
I did smile, and then realized the “other guy” was Giovanni. He was just joking to relax me, but I worried that Giovanni was hurt badly.
“Nothing broken on either of us.” He caressed my cheek. “Just superficial shit. I swear. He’s fine, too.”
The three of us walked out into the hallway. Jon put a hand on Chad’s back. “I think you guys should leave with Tommy. I’ll wait with Crystal.”
Chad rolled his eyes. “We ain’t gonna fight in the courthouse. That would be pretty stupid. She needs me.” He hugged me again. “Baby, how you doing?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
He held me until Chris came to us. “Come on, it’s soon.” He took my hand, and we followed Jon into the same courtroom as Chad had been in.
Jon walked to the front and whispered something to his lawyer. I just clutched Chris’ hand and sat down with him. We watched a few arraignments. I leaned on Chris’ arm and closed my eyes for a while.
Then I heard a lot of movement. I looked up. People were putting things away, and the judge was stepping down from the bench. They’re done for the night?
I jumped up. “No. You can’t quit yet!”
An officer said, “Come back on Monday.”
“You can’t do this. Please!” I started crying. “I can’t go home without him. This was all over me. Please.” Everyone was looking at me by then, but I didn’t care. “Jon, do something. They can’t keep him till Monday. I’ll never make it that long without him. Someone, please ask the judge to come back.”
A man in a suit came to me. “There’s nothing we can do. It’s too late.”
Then I ran out of the room, hysterical.
Chad grabbed me right away and held me close. “What, baby?”
I replied between sobs, “They… didn’t… get… to… h—him…” Then I felt more hands on me.
“It’s OK,” Phil quietly told me. “Monday’s not as far away as it feels.”
Chris touched my cheek. “I told you, you can stay with me. We’ll watch movies, or go out and keep busy.”
I just nodded my head and gripped Chad’s shirt as I kept crying anyway. The night was a complete disaster. How was I going to go a whole weekend without Giovanni?
After about 15 minutes, Jon wasn’t back yet. Chad kissed my forehead. “Baby, maybe you should go home with Tommy and Chris.”
“Get your hands off her!” Giovanni suddenly yelled. Where’d he come from? He grabbed Chad and pulled him away from me.
Jon quickly got his arms under Giovanni’s shoulders and pinned him in place. “If you fuck up now, you ain’t getting out for like six months,” Jon growled. “Cut the fucking shit and deal with it. They’re close and that’s just how it is.”
“He fucked her last week,” Giovanni explained as I strode toward them.
Jon looked at me, and then Chad. “Damn. That was fucked up, but you gotta get through it somehow.”
Giovanni’s eyes met mine. His body began to relax. Then Jon released him. He slowly came to me and pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m gonna get the rest of them home,” Tommy said from behind me. “See you guys in the morning.”
I let my tears flow again, trying to purge the fear and anxiety I had left. Giovanni ran a hand up and down my back, soothingly. “It’s all good, my love.”
Chapter 11
“Hold still!” I said through gritted teeth. Giovanni flinched again when I pressed the cotton ball soaked in peroxide to a cut over his eye.
“That fucking stings,” he complained as he sat on the closed toilet.
I smirked. “Then stop fighting.”
“Ouch!” he let out as I moved on to another cut on his cheek.
When I was done with his face, I moved over to the vanity. “Put your hands over the sink.”
“Why?”
I sighed. “Come on. Stop being a baby.”
He huffed and did as told. I looked at his cut-up knuckles, and then leaned down and kissed both of his hands.
“All better now.” He pulled his hands back. I glared at him and pointed at the sink. “Hey. You can’t blame me for trying.”
I exhaled loudly and poured peroxide over one hand than the other as Giovanni winced and sucked his breath in through his teeth. The cuts turned white as the peroxide bubbled up.
“Are you gonna make it up to me?” he asked after a few minutes.
My eyebrows rose. “Make what up?”
“You torturing me.”
“Ha! You should be the one paying. I was worried sick for hours.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” He softly kissed my lips and groaned.
I sighed as I glanced at his split lip. It must have bled a lot because his black T-shirt had hard-to-see stains on it, just below his mouth. Then he took a step back and took the shirt off.
“Oh my God! What the fuck happened?” I stared at the bruises all over his body, some almost blending in with his tattoos.
He turned around and showed me even more. “Most of them are courtesy of your asshole ex, but I fucked him up just as bad. Why didn’t you tell me what he did to you that night? I knew I should’ve stayed.” He took me in his arms. “I would’ve stopped him from hurting you. He was fucking bragging about making you cry. I think he just wanted me to hit him, so I’d stay locked up. I’m not stupid, so instead he sucker-punched me.”
I sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about that night. It mostly sucked, except when you were there.”
“You got me now, my love.”
I ran a hand carefully down his side, and then undid his belt buckle.
“Yeah. That’s what I need now.” He moaned softly. “Suck me till I’m hard. Please.”
I looked up at him while I opened his pants. “Sorry. I was just thinking you need a shower. You’re kinda sweaty and smell like—like jail.”
“Guess I do stink.” He laughed. “OK. I’ll wash up, and then I want your mouth on my cock. Got it?”
I smiled. “Deal.” Then I pushed his pants and boxers down. His cock was half-hard already. I thought about giving him a blowjob anyway, but he looked so grimy, I couldn’t. “Call me when you’re done.” I kissed the corner of his mouth that wasn’t hurt and left the room.
After a few minutes, Giovanni shouted, “Crystal, I need you.”
With a sigh, I put the glass I was washing back in the sink and stepped into the bathroom. “You OK?”
“Come in here and help me. It hurts to reach some places.”
I got undressed and joined him. “Where?”
He grinned, almost wickedly. “My dick.”
“You’re so bad.” I looked down at his rock-hard cock.
“And horny.” He gave me a sad face. “Please. I love how you turn a shower into foreplay.”
I poured some body wash into my palm and rubbed my hands together as I looked him over. He was so damned sexy, even with the cuts and bruises. Then I quickly slid a hand between his legs and caressed his scrotum while he moaned.
“Is this what you wa
nted?” I said in as husky a voice that I could muster. “Or this?” I moved my fingers over his ass, circling his back door.
He gasped. “Oh, shit!” Then he grabbed my shoulders.
“Do you want me to…” I used my knuckles to put a bit of pressure just under his testicles and then kneaded the area a bit.
He groaned and started breathing faster. “What’re you doing?”
“You like?”
“Yes.”
His cock twitched against my skin as I pushed a bit harder, stimulating his prostate from the outside. “Fucking suck me, please!” he cried out.
I smirked and glided my hand back again, slowly grazing his opening. Then I wrapped the fingers of my other hand around his cock and slid them up and down a few times. He moaned, and I looked up. The expression on his face told me he wanted to cum already.
I stroked him a few more times, and then washed off the soap. As soon as I got the last bit off his skin, he grabbed me by the hair, pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock down my throat. Startled by his aggressiveness, I choked. I wanted to push him away. Then I realized the night’s events probably had him high on testosterone, and he needed the release badly.
When he started to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth while still holding my hair, I used my tongue to stop him from choking me again. He gasped and moaned loudly as I tightened my lips around his hardness.
“Yeah… Crystal… Suck it hard!”
I applied as much suction as I could while he pumped into my mouth. He pushed so hard, I still choked occasionally, but held his hips, trying to limit it. He started moaning louder and louder as his rhythm increased. It was hard to stay in place. He kept pushing my body back.
My mouth started to ache after a while. I peered up at him, hoping he could see I couldn’t take it much longer. His eyes had closed.
Then he gripped my hair tighter and held me still. “That’s it… God… Yes… Fuck, Crystal!” he shouted just before his cock erupted.
I grabbed his arms as I tried to swallow his semen quickly, mostly succeeding. A bit seeped out of the corner of my mouth. When he pulled his cock out, I licked a few drops off my lips.
“Damn. That was just amazing,” Giovanni suddenly said. He took my hands in his and pulled me back up. Then he kissed my lips. “Sorry I was so rough. I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
I hugged him. “It’s OK. I get it.”
Next, he slowly washed my body. While helping me rinse off, he pulled my back against him. I leaned my head on his chest and closed my eyes. His hands roamed all over my body, and then stopped at my breasts. He gently squeezed them, and then rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
“The most beautiful breasts in the world, and they’re mine.”
I looked up at him. He was smiling down at me. “They’re attached to me you know.”
“That’s why I love them even more.” He gave my nipples a tug. “I love everything that’s a part of you.” Then he slid his hands down to my abdomen. “If you had my baby in here, I’d love your growing belly.” The fingers of his right hand went further south and stopped when he grazed my clit. “I love this, too.”
He started to rub me gently at first, gradually building up his intensity as I let out moan after moan. I reached up and held his neck. “Fuck me. Please,” I begged him.
“No,” he whispered, and then shoved two fingers into my pussy.
I screamed as my insides quivered, and gripped him hard. My pussy contracted around his fingers again and again. When my body stilled, he pulled them out.
“I’m sorry. I’m exhausted. I gotta get some sleep.” He kissed my cheek and let out a quiet groan, and then left me standing there.
I leaned on the wall, a bit confused. He had never turned down sex after our first time together. I worried he was hurt more than he admitted to. Should I bring him to a hospital? Could he have a head injury? That would explain it.
When I was out and dried off, I went back into the kitchen naked and started cleaning the dinner dishes again. I heard Giovanni moving on the bed. It sounded like he was uncomfortable. With all the bruises, that made sense.
“Crystal, come to bed,” he called to me.
I looked into the sink. “I’m almost done.”
“Are you washing dishes naked?”
“Yes.”
About a minute later, he was in the room. “Reminds me of that time at Chad’s.” His body pressed against mine. “You doing naked housework is such a turn-on.” He slid his stiff cock between my legs.
I could feel that he had a condom on. My eyes closed. I wanted him even more than I did in the shower. He glided the head of his dick over my clit, and I moaned. Then he lifted me up and bent me over the sink, my breasts hanging just over the plates.
“Never got the image of doing this outta my head,” he whispered as he slowly drove into my pussy. “I had a hard-on all day.” He ground his hips into mine. “I should’ve just fucked you that morning. I wanted you. I needed you. I loved you so much.” He started to thrust quickly. “Uhh… God, I love this pussy.”
I had my elbows resting on the edge of the sink, and my hands balled into fists as the first waves of ecstasy came over me. Then I cried out, “Oh, God, Giovanni!” I closed my eyes as my whole body trembled.
After that, the only sounds out of him were those of pleasure. He gasped every time my pussy held him tightly inside. When he started to ram his cock into me hard and fast, I whimpered in pain. The intensity built even more with each stroke. I wanted to ask him to stop, but I couldn’t get the words out.
Giovanni growled softly. “Oh… Oh… Uh!” He was getting close, and I was glad.
I surprisingly came again with a scream. The spasms continued for a long while. Giovanni began slamming his hips into me even harder, his orgasm imminent. Then the pain grew, all over. I realized the position was a very bad idea. Tears started falling as I felt him smacking into my bruises over and over again, but I knew he was almost there. I couldn’t stop him.
“Crystal… Crystal!” He cried out as his hips stopped. His cock swelled and throbbed. Then he clutched my hips hard and leaned on me while I felt him expel his load.
When he pulled out, I yelped.
“What’s wrong?”
“It hurts,” I whined, and then let my tears flow freely.
He got me down and turned me around. “I’m sorry. What hurts?” He hugged me tightly. Then suddenly his body stiffened. “Shit! You’re still sore, and I was pounding your bruises.”
“Yeah.” I leaned my head on his chest.
He stroked my hair. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just got so worked up, I couldn’t resist. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.” Then he lifted me up and brought me to bed.
Chapter 12
The next day, as soon as we got to the studio in the van, I could see it was going to be a bad day, yet again. Chad watched me every time I walked, which I tried to limit. He and Giovanni glared at each other during the first take of “Nothing Else Like It.” It sounded awful, and the second time was even worse. Afterward, I came out of my nook in the studio.
“Stop fucking up so much!” Giovanni yelled at Chad, standing up as soon as we had stopped playing.
Chad growled, “I’m not the one fucking up. You’re off today!”
“I ain’t the problem.” Giovanni came out from behind the drum set and around the four-foot sound buffering wall. “You can’t keep your fucking eyes off of her? Can you?”
Chad looked up to the ceiling. “We’re still on that? Just get over it already! I’m fucking sorry!”
“Get over it? Are you kidding? You don’t just get over something like that!”
I put my guitar down and stood between them. They were still at least 10 feet apart, but I was sure that would change quickly. “Can we talk about this somewhere else?”
“Stay out of this!” Giovanni shouted at me.
I couldn’t believe my ears. “I’m part
of this, too.”
“Crystal, please. If you don’t keep away from me right now, I’m gonna do something stupid,” Giovanni pleaded.
“Baby, he’s right. Go back over there.” Chad pointed to my bass.
“Don’t tell her what to do!” Giovanni was getting even angrier.
Jon came out of the control room. “All right. All right. I had enough. I don’t give a shit what Chad did. This ends now.” He went to Giovanni. “We’re gonna talk.” Giovanni followed him. Then Jon grabbed Chad’s shirt. “You too.”
I followed them because Chad was overly passionate about protecting me. They all walked into the hallway. I expected them to go outside, but they didn’t.
Jon opened the door to a conference room. “No. You stay out here.” Then he shoved Chad and Giovanni into the room. “I know what I’m doing.”
I turned around. Tommy was close by, talking to Dominic. Chris was talking to Sam and Crazy Mike in a corner. The other guys were just waiting around. Then I looked through the open blinds of the conference room. Giovanni was waving his hands and talking to Jon. Chad was talking almost at the same time.
“Let him talk, Chad,” Jon insisted.
Then Giovanni said, “He fucked Crystal in our apartment.”
“Did you see what he did to her ass?” Chad came back with. “It looks like he beat the shit outta her.”
Then Jon closed the door, and I only heard mumbled words for a long time. I could tell Chad and Giovanni were no longer talking. They were shouting at each other and getting angrier every minute. Jon was able to keep them apart, so maybe it was working.
Suddenly I heard Giovanni scream, “It’s none of your fucking business what me and her do in bed!”
“She can’t even fucking walk!” Chad replied just as loud. “How the hell could you do that to my baby?” Then he swung at Giovanni and hit him on the cheek.
Giovanni reacted immediately and punched Chad in the eye. After a few more blows from both of them, Jon intervened and separated them. I was getting nervous and wanted to make them stop.
Soon hands were on my shoulders. “Jon knows how to diffuse things like this,” Tommy whispered. “Give him some time, and relax.”
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