Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

  Then I noticed all the other guys in the room, a few donning guitars. After looking them all over, I glanced at Craig again. “Why does he wanna meet me?”

  “He seen your pictures on the studio’s website, and I told him how amazing you play.”

  Suddenly, Craig started toward us. I felt almost as nervous as I had the day I met Tommy. He smiled widely at me and put his hand out to Tommy. “You’re the famous Crystal, huh?”

  When I shook his hand, he kissed mine. “Uh, hi,” I quietly said, a bit surprised he had such a strong Brooklyn accent. He was also a lot taller than I expected him to be, at least Chad’s height. I looked up at him in awe.

  “Chad’s some photographer,” he went on. “But you’re even hotter in person. Damn.” He leaned in close to me. “Can I check the resta ya out before I go?”

  Jon shouted, “James, Craig? You ready? I got something to do after this.”

  Craig smiled at me slyly and winked. “Don’t go nowhere.” He walked toward James. “What’s their name again?”

  James shook his head. “You’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached. It’s Metal Fuckers in Hell.”

  “We may have to tone that down,” Jon advised. “Or just put characters in place of Fuckers.”

  Tommy led me over to a set of chairs by the wall. We sat and watched as James directed people around the room, and Craig looked a bit bored. When they started to play, James and Jon stood back with their strong arms folded over their chests.

  The band was talented and played almost hardcore metal with a few bursts of softer music here and there within the song. Similar to what we used to play, but their singer was great. He sang, yelled, growled and did everything in between. Soon, Jon’s head started bobbing as a smile formed on his face.

  “Yeah, you’re right. Just what I was looking for,” Jon said just after they stopped playing. “Crystal, what do you think?”

  I stood up and went over to him. “I like them. They got a good look, and they sound awesome.”

  “So do you, honey.” The lead singer smiled at me. “Can we hear you play, too?”

  Tommy was suddenly next to me. “Play your new song for them.”

  Jon rubbed my lower back. “Go ahead.”

  I borrowed a guitar from one of them, and Tommy took the offered bass. When I began, the room grew silent. All eyes seemed to be on me. Tommy came in with his part, and I closed my eyes. The words floated through my mind as I imagined Chris there with us.

  “Damn!” I heard from somewhere after I hit the last note.

  James was close to me. “I thought you’re the bassist?” His accent was just as prominent.

  “I am,” I told him. “This song just means a lot to me.”

  He touched my shoulder. “You could easily play lead, you know.”

  “Thanks.” I smiled at the compliment. “But, Chad’s much better. He taught me. I love playing bass.”

  Then James and Jon walked away.

  Craig was behind me. “So,” he whispered in my ear. “I got a place in Bay Ridge. Come home with me. I’ll make it worth your while.” He put a hand on my side and pressed his body against mine.

  I almost gasped when I felt his rock-solid cock against my back. There was no way I could be sure, but it felt as big as Chad’s.

  “I promise you’ll wanna come back.” He ran the back of a finger down my neck. “I can go a long, long while.”

  I shuddered with excitement, and then felt guilty. “I wish I could,” I managed, annoyed that my panties were wet already.

  “Boyfriend?” Craig touched my hair. “No big deal. I won’t tell.” His hand slid over my ass. “I wanna fuck you right now.”

  I suddenly hit a guitar string, forgetting that I still had it on. The sound was so loud everyone looked at me. I quickly pulled the strap over my head and handed it back to the lead guitarist who had lent it to me.

  Craig had backed off a bit, and Tommy came closer. Then Tommy put a hand on my ass. “I think he really likes you, but I gotta tell you, he’s as bad as me. A new girl every night.”

  I looked from one of them to the other, unsure what I should say or do. I bit my lip and wished I could have them both, just once. Then I wondered if they would go for that.

  “So, I guess gettin’ you naked ain’t gonna happen,” Craig whispered, standing on my other side. “Tommy got his hands on you first, huh? When he’s done with you, let me know. Jon got my number.”

  I blushed and tried to figure out how I got so lucky to have so many men after me. Maybe lucky wasn’t the word for it, but not many girls had famous guys dying to get in their panties.

  Soon after, I got a kiss goodbye from every guy, most on the lips. When Craig kissed me, he leaned me back and held me tightly. His tongue ring surprised me, but it also made it memorable. I was breathless and shocked that he kissed as good as Chad. “I’m gonna see you again. Be ready.”

  “You OK?” Tommy asked when I grabbed him for support as soon as Craig let me go.

  I took a deep breath, trying to relax, but I was overwhelmed and on fire. Trying to hide my building needs, I asked, “How does Jon know James?”

  “He saw them playing at a club like 10 years ago. It’s a really cool story.” He picked up a lock of my hair and played with it. “He was just getting this record label off the ground and wanted to find a band that had been overlooked. Well, I guess I mean we did. I’m a kinda not-so-silent partner in this place. So, we went to clubs all over for weeks looking for the right group, but nothing.”

  He walked around to face me. “On a Saturday night after like three months, we were checking out clubs in Manhattan. We walked into this bar on West 4th in the Village. The plan was to just play some pool, relax and give up.” He took my arms in his hands and whispered, “Let’s go fuck, and I’ll tell you the rest after.”

  “No. Tell me,” I insisted.

  He let out a loud breath and started kissing my neck. “Well, after a few games…” He continued brushing his lips over my skin as he relayed the rest. “…they started setting up behind us. So we waited around to check them out. Rob kept looking at us. He wore his Yankee hat backward even back, and then.”

  I laughed and backed away from him, worried one of the workers would notice us. “Did he come over to you?”

  “No. He just grabbed James and said something to him. Not long after, they began ‘Vengeance.’ Babe, they blew our minds. They had their shit together, and they were still in high school! The best thing is they were the whole package: looks, talent and fans.” He laughed. “A lot like you guys.”

  I smiled. “So, that’s what this is all about, payback?”

  “Yeah.” Tommy grinned also. “How’d you know? James feels he owes us. Jon keeps telling him we’re even, but James told him nothing could do that. Hey, they’re gonna meet us in Vegas.”

  I bit my lip, imagining being in Craig’s bunk. “They’re coming on the tour?”

  “No, they’re going to Europe next week, but they’ll be back in January. We’re all gonna be part of a festival in Vegas.” Suddenly his expression changed. “Are you as horny as me, babe?” He quickly turned me around and held my body against his from behind, crushing his stiff cock into my ass. “We could use the server room.”

  Vince walked in the room, and I got nervous. “I gotta pee.” I pulled away from him and walked toward the hallway.

  As I pulled up my panties in the stall, I didn’t realize they were caught on my heel. Then I groaned as the side tore. I balled them up and threw them away, annoyed at myself.

  “Babe, Chris and Chad should be here in like 30 minutes,” Tommy told me as I walked back into the room.

  I nodded as I noticed the workers setting things up. Sam and Vince were back in the control room. I went to the supply room and grabbed Dominic’s extra guitar, which he had said I could borrow. Then walked back to my usual spot and put it on my stand, careful not to bend over.

  Tommy brought his bass in the room, and then leaned
me against the wall. “I’m still hard as a rock.” He ground his hips against mine. “Please come inside with me.” Then his hands slid under my skirt. “Oh, fuck! Forget the server room.”

  One hand moved. Then I heard his zipper and a condom opening. “I gotta fuck you now.” He quickly lifted my right leg and rammed his cock into me before I had time to react. “Uh… Fuck!” He groaned into my ear.

  I gasped. His voice went right through me. He gripped my thigh tighter, and then gave me another fast stroke. Surprisingly, my head went back, and I moaned while my pussy gripped him.

  “That’s it, babe,” Tommy whispered, in that sexy way, only he could. “Gonna make me cum fast, huh?”

  I could feel eyes on us and tried my best to ignore them. I whimpered, trying to be quiet as he started thrusting harder. It felt so good it was difficult. When another wave of euphoria came over me, I clung to him and buried my face in his neck.

  “Bite me, babe.”

  I hesitated, not wanting anyone to see me doing it for some reason. Then he ground his hips into me and moaned loudly in my ear. My mouth opened, while my insides tensed yet again. A soft cry passed my lips because I wasn’t able to contain myself anymore.

  “Please, bite me,” he breathlessly begged.

  I turned my head and nipped at his skin.

  “Harder.”

  I complied, digging my teeth deep. He moaned in my ear as his breath washed over my neck. That pushed me over the edge again.

  “Tommy!” I suddenly cried out, involuntarily as I came, hard.

  He moaned loudly. “I love how you do that to me.” Tommy slowed his pace until I relaxed again. I had to grab his shirt and hang on while he shifted my leg higher. He smirked and looked into my eyes, “Ready to scream?”

  My eyes opened wide. “Don’t, Tommy.”

  “You know you’re gonna love it.” He nuzzled my neck for a few seconds.

  His next stroke drew a gasp from me. Then he withdrew slowly and grunted as he shoved back in, hard. I sucked his skin into his mouth again so I would stay quiet. My lids stayed closed. It was so hard to hold in the sounds of pleasure.

  The tip of Tommy’s cock rubbed my sweet spot over and over. Each time, I bit him harder, and he kept moaning. It was getting to be too much. I knew the rush was going to be explosive, and I was trying my best to hold back because we were not alone.

  When I could hold it in no longer, I cried out his name, quivering like crazy within. My hands balled into fists, as I tried to control myself. “Tommy… God… Please… Uh, damn.” I whimpered. He was still grazing my G-spot with every quick thrust.

  After a few more minutes of me writhing against him, Tommy whispered, “You know they’re watching, right?”

  “Yeah,” I softly replied and held him closer.

  “I like being watched. It’s helping me… Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum, babe.” Tommy grabbed my ass and pressed his hips into mine hard. “Uh… babe… Fuck!” His cock swelled and throbbed while he sighed in my ear. “They know how to keep their mouth shut. I swear.”

  When he let me go, I glanced over and saw everyone staring at us. I buried my head into Tommy’s shoulder. “Did they all see my body?”

  “Nah, I made sure mine was in their line of sight. They might have gotten a peek at your ass, but just a flash or two.” He ran the back of his index finger down my cheek. “Do you feel good?”

  I nodded. Then he pulled out with a soft groan. I closed my eyes again; hoping no one said anything. Soon after, I heard him stripping the condom off and closing his pants.

  “What’re you guys looking at?” It was Chris. Then he appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?”

  I turned, and all the guys started rushing around, like they were late. “I played my song again.”

  “Really?” Chris smirked and shook his head. “I knew he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Tommy, you fucked her right here in front of them all?”

  Tommy tried to look innocent. “Why would you think that?” Then he walked away.

  Suddenly, Chad cheerily said, “Good morning, baby.” He kissed my lips softly. Then he whispered, “You know I don’t have my guitar.”

  “Here.” Tommy came in with another guitar. “Dean keeps an extra one here, too. Just don’t tell him. He’s possessive.”

  The room was a bit crowded with so many of us in it, along with the equipment.

  Chris looked confused. “I missed something. Didn’t I? Chad, why’re you dressed like that?”

  “You guys ready yet?” Jon asked walking into the main room, forcing the group to disperse.

  We ran through my song twice. Although Dominic’s guitar made a difference, something was not right. “Jon, I don’t like it.” I told him after another try. “It sounds like something’s missing.”

  He came down from the control room. “It kinda is. You said it’s supposed to have a punk beat to it?”

  I sighed. “Yeah, maybe we should’ve tried it with Giovanni here too.”

  “I got it. Don’t worry.” He headed for the drum set and picked up a pair of sticks. “I’ll give you a simple beat. Hey, Sam—turn off the mics over here.”

  As we waited for the OK to go, several men glanced at me. I took a deep breath, knowing I needed to be calm. As soon as I started playing again, I closed my eyes and imagined we were in Chad’s garage. Finally, it was almost right.

  When it was time to go, I was relieved, but I felt like all the guys in the studio were still looking at me. I walked out ahead of everyone and was about to open the front door when Giovanni walked in. We just stared at each other for a few minutes.

  Then without a word, he put his hands around my face and kissed me. At first, I tried to push him away, and then his tongue searched mine out, and I gave in. I put my hands on his biceps and sighed as we kissed.

  How much I loved and missed him took over my mind. I didn’t care why we were apart. I wanted him back. Moreover, I knew he felt the same.

  “I love you,” he whispered as he moved his lips to my neck. “I need you. Please come home and make love with me.”

  Then I came to my senses. “It’s not all about sex.”

  “I know.” He looked me in the eye. “There’s love, too.”

  I closed my eyes for a second and collected my thoughts. “I mean happiness. You like being angry so much?”

  “No. I just wanna be happy with you. I make you happy, don’t I?”

  “Yes, but what about Chad?”

  “I’m over it. I swear.” He put his hands on my shoulders.

  I smiled, hoping he really was. “You know he’ll always be part of my life. Right?” I got a nod. “I don’t wanna live walking on eggshells.”

  “We can work it out together.” He tilted his head and touched my cheek. “Please just come home. I miss you so bad.”

  Just, and then, Chad and Chris came into the hallway. I watched Giovanni look up at Chad’s voice, and then saw fury in his eyes.

  “You forgave him, but not me?” Giovanni asked through gritted teeth. “He hit me first.”

  I groaned. “After you shoved him.”

  “Why does that matter?” He was still staring Chad down. “He needs to stop being a problem.”

  I pushed him out of my way and practically ran outside.

  “Wait. I’m sorry!” Giovanni called after me. “Please, my love. I’ll work on it, I swear.”

  I stopped as I got to Tommy’s Challenger. “Call me when you have. I’m not going through this every time the three of us are in a room. I can’t be with you if I can’t be friends with Chad.”

  “Then what about the band?”

  I looked at my feet. “Could you keep your mouth shut if we all recorded together? I mean about everything, Chad, us and how you feel?”

  “I can if I get to see you every day.” He leaned down again, but I pulled away. “But you’re not coming home. Are you?”

  I met his eyes. “No. You just got pissed I was talking to him. The problem�
�s not solved.”

  “Because you’re not being fair,” he protested. “He’s allowed to be in your life but not me. It hurts. Can’t you understand that?”

  Tears started falling. “I can’t help how close I am to Chad. He came first you know? Fifteen years means a lot.”

  “And I don’t?” Tears were welling up for him also. He turned away, obviously to hide them. “How can you love me and still look at him that way?” He held my gaze again, letting a single tear fall. “I’m not blind. That hurts most of all. Every time I see that look in your eyes, I’m so scared you’re gonna leave me for him. Has it ever been just you and me, or have you been doing him on the side the whole time like with Noah?”

  My mouth dropped. His jealousy ran even deeper than I thought. “Noah?” My voice cracked. “How can you compare yourself to him? I never loved him.” I took a deep breath and tried to control the flood of tears, but it was no use. “I only went out with him to replace you! When you pushed me away, I fell apart. He was right there. I tried to use him to stop loving you.”

  “But you were fucking Chad, too,” he reminded me.

  I sniffled. “I wanted you from the first day we met. If you had said something, maybe Chad and I would never have had sex. I used to pretend he was you once in a while.”

  He brushed the hair from my face. “So when you screw Chad, you think of me?”

  “Giovanni, don’t. Please.” There was no way I wanted him to know he was the furthest thing from my mind the day before, when Chad was making me scream. The conversation was going in a direction I didn’t want it to. “We need to talk about us.”

  He sighed. “But, Chad is part of that, too. I don’t want you to change, but you love me, not him, right?”

  “Well…” I didn’t want to explain it wrong. “I love you both—”

  Giovanni cut me off fast, “You what?” He walked away a few feet, and then came back. “How the fuck can you love him, too?”

  “Wait, I mean… I love him, but not like I love you. I’m in love with you. There’s a huge difference.”

  He looked toward Chad. “Are you gonna be able to hold back if he tries to fuck you again?” He waited, but I didn’t respond. “If we get back together, is it gonna be just you and me, really? Can you do that?”