Rubbed Raw (Triple Threat Book 2)

by Bella Jeanisse

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  When I finally put my phone down almost an hour later, I ventured into the kitchen. Giovanni was stirring his sauce. “That smells incredible.”

  “Thanks. What time do we have to be at Chad’s?”

  “Twelve. I hope his mom makes her famous French toast.”

  “I thought we were having lunch with them.” Giovanni furrowed his brow.

  I smiled and kissed his cheek. “It’s brunch. So they’ll be a little bit of everything. Thanks for agreeing to go.”

  “I know his family’s like yours. The last time we were over there, his dad told me if I hurt you again, he’d have Chad and his brothers beat the hell outta me.”

  My eyes opened wide. “Somebody told him?”

  “Sounds like he knew something happened, but not what. If he knew I hit you, I’m sure I’d be dead now.” He closed his eyes, probably remembering my bruises.

  I hugged him from behind and ran my hands over his strong chest. “It was an accident. Please just leave it in the past.”

  His hands caressed mine. “OK.” After stirring a bit more, he tasted the sauce, and then held the spoon out to me. “What’d you think?”

  “Wow!” It was better than usual. “What did you put in it? That’s heavenly.”

  He leaned back against me a bit. “I got some fresh basil last night, makes a big difference.”

  I loved that he cooked so well. It was quite a turn-on. “We got an hour to kill. Any ideas?” My hands traveled down his body and over his pajama bottoms where I found his half-hard cock. “Maybe…” I stroked him through the fabric. “…he wants to come out and play?”

  I got a moan. “Would help pass the time, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I reached inside and squeezed his almost erect dick as I moved my other hand down to caress his scrotum. Shocked, I jumped when his hand inched under my panties.

  His finger grazed my swollen clit. “Wet already, huh?” He moved forward and put his saucepot on the counter. “I’ll be right back.”

  I was confused, but I knew there was a good reason for a delay, so I started cleaning up the table. Soon I heard footsteps. Without warning, he stripped off my underwear, lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the table. Then he plunged his entire length into me with a grunt.

  I clung to him, excited by the position and filled with pleasure. Three deep, fast strokes, and then I scratched his back and cried out his name. His hand covered my left breast over the T-shirt I wore as my pussy tensed hard. I looked up and kissed his lips.

  His hands moved to my ass, and his thrusts came faster, and then harder, faster, harder. I whimpered into his mouth and clamped my legs around his hips when another orgasm rippled through my body.

  He grunted with each stronger hit. “Damn, you feel good!”

  My nails dug into his shoulders while his intensity increased, giving me that slight pain I enjoyed from him. “Giovanni… Giovanni… I’m… Uh… Oh God!” I pushed my hips into his and slipped off the table.

  “Shit!” He caught me and put me back, and then started ramming into me hard. “I need to fuckin’ cum.”

  Someone knocked on the front door. “Please, not now!” He squeezed my cheeks, thrusting harder and harder as the knocking continued.

  I winced and shouted loudly, “Ow!”

  “Sorry, my love.”

  Then I heard the door open. Giovanni seemed oblivious to it as he held me close while gasping in my ear. His rhythm has eased only a little though. With his next thrust, I cried out in pain again. Footsteps came closer to the room, and I got nervous, but I couldn’t speak.

  “Oh, God!” Giovanni said in my ear as he ground his hips against mine.

  I looked up. Chad stood in the doorway with his mouth wide open while Giovanni came and groaned. Chad couldn’t seem to look away. “Oh, damn. I heard her yell and thought she was…”

  Giovanni turned his head. “What the fuck, Chad?”

  “I’m so sorry.” He backed away from the room, and then crashed into the wall behind him. “You don’t understand. The last time she was yelling… I didn’t mean to see this. I just came to… Oh, God, I can’t believe… I wasn’t thinking.” He shut his eyes and walked away. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

  I made Giovanni look at me. “He was afraid someone was attacking me again.”

  “I know, but he could’ve shouted or something. Not just walk in on us fucking.”

  “Did you see his face? If he knew what we were doing, there was no way in hell he woulda walked in here.”

  He pulled out and helped me to the floor. “At least he didn’t see much.” He tossed the condom out as I put my panties back on, and then took my hands in his. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t tell him that’s why you cried out. Please.”

  “He won’t ask. I know him.”

  We walked into the living room where Chad sat with his head between his knees, looking nauseous. I sat with him and put a hand on his back. “You OK?”

  “You got any alcohol? Seriously.”

  “I’ll get it.” Giovanni went back to the kitchen.

  Chad and I just sat there until he had downed two glasses of Jack Daniels and laid back on the couch.

  “You all right?” I took his hand in mine. “I thought you were gonna pass out.”

  “Me, too.” He leaned down and whispered, “It’s not like seeing you with Tommy.” He took a few deep breaths. “I’m OK now. You made your choice, and so did I.” A smile formed. “I called that girl Maggie. We’re going out tomorrow.”

  Hiding my jealousy, I smiled, too. “Good. She’s nice.”

  “You OK now, Chad?” Giovanni asked as he came out of the bedroom, dressed for the day.

  “I’m sorry I just came in. I was bringing you guys this.” He lifted a shopping bag that was next to him. “I didn’t wanna give it to you with my brothers around. They’d tease the hell outta me.”

  Inside the bag was a black photo album. I pulled it out and smiled. The cover had a picture of me, Chad, Giovanni, Rosario, Chris, Mark and Phil. I started flipping through the pages and found pictures of all of us as teenagers and from college.

  “Dude, you know I hate that picture,” Giovanni said as he leaned over me. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

  “Yeah, but it’s part of you. There’s pictures of me in there I hate too, but I wanted this book to portray reality and how we grew up.”

  I smiled at one I had taken that I was sure Chad hated. He had passed out drunk, in his boxers. “That was a fun night, but you missed most of it.” I laughed.

  “Don’t remind me.” Chad groaned. “I can’t believe you and Amy…”

  “Shut up!” I pushed him.

  Giovanni leaned closer. “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You can’t do that.” Giovanni ran a hand up my thigh. “That’s not fair.”

  Chad sighed. “She kissed my girlfriend once.”

  “Just kissing?”

  With a groan, Chad added, “I passed out when they were undressing each other.”

  “So, did you…”

  I cut Giovanni off with a glare. “We were all drunk. Can we move on, please?” Then I turned the page and smiled at a picture of Giovanni and me just staring at each other. It looked like Chad’s parents’ garage in the background. “I don’t remember you taking this one.”

  “Baby, I took pictures all the time. You probably were too busy to notice that day. This was like a week after we started the band. You guys stared at each other a lot.”

  There were photos taken at gigs and one of us playing pool. Several were in the recording studio. In one, Tommy was whispering to me, another Giovanni was kissing me.

  “Who took these?” I asked, looking at pictures with Chad in them.

  Chad patted my knee. “Mark and Vince took some. And remember the day Jon had that photographer come? I had him email me a few for the website.”

  Then I found a collage of all o
f our tattoos. I bit my lip at one of Giovanni’s back. Every detail was visible. The one of my back with Giovanni pulling my panties down was next to it. I blushed at a picture of Chris’ snakes; thinking of seeking out their tails inside his pants.

  At the end of the book, there were blank pages. “You couldn’t find anymore?”

  “Nah, I thought we could put ones from the tour and your wedding there. To finish the story, kinda.”

  “Chad, it’s an awesome gift.” Giovanni put his hand out to him. “Thanks, man.”

  He shook it. “Your welcome. I got something else for you, baby. But it’s no big deal.” He pulled a small box out of the bottom of the bag.

  “Oh wow!” It was a beautiful pair of silver chandelier earrings with butterflies that had our birthstone on each of their wings. “How did you find these?” I hugged him, amazed.

  “Internet. Glad you like them.” He kissed my forehead. “I thought of you as soon as I saw them.”

  I had tears in my eyes. Chad usually gave me something he wanted to see me wear, like lingerie. For him to come up with a scrapbook and gorgeous earrings was hard to fathom. As his hand traveled up and down my back, I closed my eyes, knowing it was a huge step forward for him.

  “We got you stuff, too,” Giovanni suddenly said. Reluctantly, I let Chad go, and we both sat up while Giovanni got two boxes from under our small Christmas tree. “This one’s from Crystal, and this one’s from both of us.”

  Chad took them both but opened mine first. He looked at me, suddenly at a loss for words.

  I took the chain out and put it around his neck. Then I lifted the pendent and read the back to him, “To my best friend in the world, Love Crystal.” I gazed into his glassy eyes. “Do you like it?”

  “Yeah,” he blinked a few times. “It looks just like mine.”

  I touched his cheek. “I got it custom-made.” It even had the two-toned styling of his favorite guitar, but in yellow and white gold. Getting the skulls engraved wasn’t easy, but they did it.

  “That’s enough mushy stuff for one day. You guys take gifts too seriously.” Giovanni laughed. “Open the other one, please.”

  Chad sniffled, and then smiled. “You didn’t have to get me two things.”

  “Crystal and I disagreed on what to get you, so you got them both.”

  “Lucky me.” Chad’s smile widened while he held up the special high-speed lens Giovanni purchased. “Cool, but dude, you spent too much.”

  “Relax. It’s used, but it works perfect,” Giovanni explained. “The guy told me the lights and shadows in an arena make it complicated to get good pictures. Did you bring your camera? You can test it out.”

  Chad looked up. “Yeah, something told me to.” He grabbed his camera bag next to the couch. He was still smiling as he put the new lens on.

  As soon as it was set, he pulled me to stand next to Giovanni, who took me in his arms. Chad took a few shots. “Man, this lens is amazing. Thank you so much.” He packed it away and smiled. “Still coming to my parent’s house, right?”

  “Yes, Chad,” I assured him, and then gave him a tight squeeze. “Fruit salad’s in the fridge. I’m gonna get dressed, and then we’ll head over there. OK?”

  “Good, ’cause it wouldn’t feel like Christmas without you.”

  About the Author

  Bella Jeanisse hails from New York City. At 10 years old, Bella picked up her first guitar. She was instantly hooked. Because of her deep passion for tall men, rock music, tattoos and motorcycles, she has gotten to know many musicians and roadies over the years—in every possible way. And although she has been writing risqué stories about musicians for many years, she has just recently taken these tales to the next level revealing, through her protagonists, the hold some of these men still have on her. They have inspired more than they ever imagined.

  Now living in Florida with her three sons, she juggles domestic responsibilities, a social life, her career as an IT professional and her writing as carefully as possible. They do cross paths as you have seen in her first collection of short stories. Her life is busy and full, yet very fulfilling.

  The few limits Bella puts on her love-life may be found as but a shadow in her writing. She draws from life, fantasy and inspiration to create each tale.

  Bella has broadened her horizons to include short stories, Insatiable Appetites, with many more to come, some just a sentence at this point. The subjects range from military men to biker chicks to naughty doctors and much, much more.

  She is also expanding the Triple Threat world to include bands that readers have met in the original novels. She is toying with each band getting a book or more of their own.

  Three of those books are in progress as you read this. One will be out before you know it. Will it be Gasoline or Wicked End?

  You soon shall see.

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  Sneak Peek: Reckless

  by Bella Jeanisse

  Chapter One

  It was a Sunday in mid-January, two months before our 18th birthdays. Chad and I were both born in March. We lay on his bed about a foot apart, as we often did. It was something intimate, yet innocent, for the most part. We spent a lot of time in his room doing homework, playing video games or even just talking.

  When I was eight, I moved into the house next door. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me to that point. For about 10 years, Chad and I had been best friends. I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it. I seemed to be the only one able to handle his intense personality. He was highly impulsive and impatient.

  Most thought it odd that I had a male best friend. However, I couldn’t relate to most girls I met. I only had a handful of female friends. Well, most were acquaintances. Drama and gossip drove me up a wall, so I kept them at arm’s length.

  Chad had been quiet for a few minutes at least. I glanced over at him, and he was deep in thought. He may have been thinking of the college applications he had sent in. There were no answers yet, but it was still early. I knew he was hesitant to leave me behind, so I tried to apply to schools near the ones he’d chosen.

  With his grades, SAT score and potential, I wanted him to think big. He applied to all the Ivy League universities; Yale, Harvard, Columbia and Princeton, for example. He was not keen on them, though. His parents’ paychecks were already stretched thin, and Southwest New Jersey University had offered him a full scholarship.

  I did not have a preference of schools, although I had thought about applying to The University of the Arts in Philadelphia. Without a car, it would be complicated. My parents were not well-to-do. Our local school also had an extensive music department. That one was truly my first choice, and I already knew some people who were attending it.

  “Crystal, I got an idea.” Chad picked up my hand. It looked so tiny in his. “You should join Reckless. We need you.”

  I laughed, glad he wasn’t thinking about school. “Join your band? You’re kidding.” His blue eyes were serious, though.

  “I’m not. You’re so much better than Phil. And you know all our songs, too.”

  That w
as true. He and I played them all the time. We also did a lot of Gasoline’s music as well. Gasoline was our favorite band. They came from our southwest New Jersey town.

  With a shrug, I answered, “They’d never let me play.” His bandmates often looked at me like I was a groupie.

  “You just have to prove it to them.”

  I turned my body to face him and smiled. His look of desire made me bite my lip. My body reacted to him being so close. It was somewhat frightening. I was deeply attracted to him. Between his long blond, curly hair, strong manly features, well-defined six-foot, four-inch body and slight aggressiveness, I found him irresistible.

  Before I started something, I pushed the thought away. “You really think I can do it?”

  His fingers traced my jaw. “Of course I do. You’re beautiful and talented; the perfect combination.” A finger slowly slid down my neck into my cleavage. “And showing these babies off wouldn’t hurt. When you gonna let me—”

  I grabbed his hand and put it on his hip. “I don’t know, Chad. Stop pushing.” The thought of him touching my body turned me on so much, it felt wrong.

  “I’m not pushing, just asking.” He leaned forward and kissed my lips. It was not our first kiss. “You turn me on so much.” He put a hand in my hair as he kissed me stronger. “Let me be your first. Please, baby girl. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”

  With shaking hands, I pushed his chest. “I’m scared, and I’m not ready.” I had held off on sexual intercourse because of many reasons, fear of pain being one of them.

  I had also held off on going further with Chad. We often kissed. Sometimes, we almost got carried away. More than once, he had asked to fondle me. I always refused, although my body yearned for it.