Front Man: The Complete Trilogy (Three books in one volume)

by Bell, Adora

  "I should give you two some time to catch up," Sara said softly, heading towards the door.

  "No, Sara, wait!" Laura reached out and caught her by the arm. "I'm so sorry you got mixed up in all this. I didn't know...I guess I didn't know what Michael was capable of. Or Dan...he hit you,d idn't he?" Sara nodded and Laura shook her head angrily. "Man, I trusted those guys...if you hadn't come along, I don't know what would have happened to me. Now I'm here, Jack's here...thank you Sara. Thank you so much."

  "It was nothing, honestly," Sara shrugged, embarrassed. It was pure luck that the story had a happy ending; it could all have gone down very differently.

  "Nonsense," Jared said warmly, putting his arm around Sara's shoulders, "you're the hero of the hour. These two are back together, Michael's been exposed as the rat he is. You did good, kid. Now come on, let me take you for a cup of coffee. Then as soon as the doctor gets you signed out, we can go home."

  They traipsed down to the cafeteria, and sat comfortably with two steaming cups of watery brown liquid that claimed to be a latte.

  "They picked up that Dan guy's car on the highway," Jared explained. "He was doing over 100, would probably have got pulled over even without the licence plate. He had poor Laura in the trunk."

  "Oh my god, that guy's a psycho. Poor Laura. Is she going to be okay?"

  "Physically she'll be fine, she was just a little bashed up. Mentally...she'll get there. We'll make sure of it. From what she told me, Michael's been supplying her drugs since way back in the day. I guess that's how he's had such a hold over her for all this time."

  "He told her Jack wanted her out of his life. That Michael was the only one who cared about her." Sara added.

  "Hah! Michael doesn't give a crap about anything except hurting Jack. Do you know what he said to the police? They asked him what he planned to do with Laura. And he replied, " I dunno. I thought that little whore would have overdosed by now." Can you believe that? I trusted that boy..."

  "He's good at hiding it. Charming. He had everyone taken in, Jared."

  "I know. I just feel guilty. I've been with the band every step of the way, I've looked out for them, kept them away from bad influences. And all along, there's been someone sabotaging them from the inside."

  "Well, it's all out now. We can make it right."

  "I hope so. God, the press are going to love this. They're already camped outside the hospital. We'll have to sneak out through the ambulance bay."

  "Sounds like fun." Sara smiled at him, taking a sip of her 'latte.' It tasted even worse than it looked.

  "Laura's going to be kept in overnight. Then tomorrow, she's agreed to go straight into a rehab centre, ninety day program. One of the best. Jack will be able to visit once a week, give them a chance to start getting to know each other again."

  "That's great, Jared."

  "Isn't it just?" Jack said, sneaking up behind her and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Considering everything she's been through, Laura seems really positive. It's better than I could have hoped. Plus, Sara, the doctors are done with you. Erica's waiting for you at home, I called her to let her know we're leaving. "

  "Thanks, Jack."

  "Darling, it's the least I can do."

  ***

  "Sara! Oh my god, I've been so worried." As she came through the door, Erica threw her arms around her friend. Jack followed her sheepishly into the apartment.

  "Nice place you guys have here," he ventured, still a little worried that Erica was about to give him a dressing down.

  "Well, it's not quite a rock star penthouse, but it does us pretty nicely." Erica smiled. She touched him gently on the arm; it seemed that all was forgiven. Erica yawned widely; it was almost 7am and none of them had slept.

  "Sara, do you need anything? Otherwise I might hit the hay, I'm asleep on my feet."

  "I'll be fine, " Sara reassured her, giving her friend another quick hug, " you get to bed."

  "I'm sure Jack's got it covered." Erica gave them both a sly wink as she left the room.

  "So. Here we are," Jack said shyly, running his fingers through his hair.

  "I guess so. " Sara smiled up at him. She couldn't believe that after all these months of longing, Jack Carter was standing in her own living room. He looked tired and a little rough around the edges, messy hair and a decent sprinkling of stubble. Real. Sexy. Sara reached out and traced the fingers of her uninjured hand along his jaw line, looking deep into his eyes.

  "I can't believe this is happening." She said at last.

  "Me neither,"Jack replied, "but I'm glad it is."

  "You'll stay, won't you? I...I don't want to be alone tonight." Sara winced at how vulnerable she sounded, but figured under the circumstances, he would understand.

  "That would be amazing...but are you sure that's what you want? I know I've still got a lot of making up to do."

  "Well then, you should start tonight. I'll show you where my room is." She took his hand and led him down the corridor.

  Jack sat on the end of Sara's bed as she undressed, sliding her jeans down her long, slim legs. Her bandaged hand was slowing her down, and she struggled to slip her shirt over her head.

  "Can I help you with that?" he asked. Sara laughed.

  "Yeah, maybe that's a good idea, we could be here all night!"

  He approached her tentatively, and lifted the soft cotton fabric from the waist, gently maneuvering around her injuries. He savored the smell of her skin as he slowly unveiled her taut stomach and the swell of her breasts. Jack could hear he breathing quicken, echoing the longing he felt inside.

  "Oh Sara. You're not making this easy for me."

  "Making what easy?"

  "Restraining myself...I really want to take things slow, you know. I want you to know that this isn't just about sex."

  "Okay...well, let's make a deal then. No sex. There are other things we can do..."

  Jack grinned. He liked the sound of other things. Placing one strong hand in the small of Sara's back, he bent to kiss her. She responded with passion, pulling him closer and kissing him with an intensity that took his breath away. He scooped her up and carried her carefully to the bed, where they lay entwined, making out like a pair of horny teenagers.

  Sara gasped as Jack cupped her breast and squeezed just hard enough to be a little painful. The move sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she sighed with pleasure as he unhooked her bra and brought his mouth to her pert nipples.

  "Oh god, that feels so good," she panted as he teased them with his tongue.

  "Oh yeah?" Jack teased, "well this is going to feel even better." He ran his fingers over her stomach, moving lower and lower until her slipped his hand underneath her lace underwear. The pads of his fingers traced the soft, neatly trimmed hair that framed her pussy. Sara moaned, already dripping wet, every cell of her body crying out to be pleasured.

  "I've been dreaming about you," Jack whispered seductively, in between planting soft kisses on her neck. Too aroused to think of an answer, Sara waited breathlessly for him to continue.

  "In my dream, I'm staying at a really fancy hotel in Paris. I'm lying in bed, early one morning, my dick really hard because I've just woken up." The thought of his hard cock sent a shiver through Sara. Jack's fingers continued to stroke her pussy lips, ever so gently, teasing her.

  "Then all of a sudden there's a knock at the door, and you walk into the room, wearing this tiny little French Maid outfit. Seems you're my housekeeper for the day, but you don't seem to recognize me. And you start dusting the room, bending right over so I can see your tight little ass in your white lacy panties. I'm so hot for you, but every time I open my mouth to talk to you, no sound comes out." Sara couldn't hold back her own groan as he finally slipped his finger into her folds, circling her engorged, throbbing clitoris. He continued talking as he rubbed her, tantalizingly slowly, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over her

  "Then all of a sudden you turn to me, and you give me one of your sexy littl
e smiles. You say something in French, and I can't understand it, but it sounds so goddamn sexy, and then you start to walk slowly towards the bed. It's like I'm hypnotized, I can't speak, I can't move, I'm just sat there watching you as you peel off that tiny little French Maid outfit. You're standing in front of me in just lingerie and stockings. Then you climb onto the bed and straddle me, putting those gorgeous breasts of yours right in my face."

  Jack's fingers increased their pace, applying just a little more pressure to Sara's clit as she moaned with pleasure. He slipped just the tip of his index finger into her dripping opening, relishing the proof of her arousal.

  "And then you get up on your knees, and you pull those white lace panties aside so I can see your beautiful pussy, all shaved and glistening wet. And you pull back the sheets, and you spread your legs wide, and then all of a sudden I'm inside of you."

  As he spoke, Jack slid two fingers fully inside her, and Sara cried out at the sudden feeling of fullness. He slid his fingers in and out, making her moan even louder, caressing her swollen g-spot until she hovered on the brink of orgasm.

  "So you're riding me hard, your head thrown back, and it feels so good I'm almost ready to pass out. Then you pick up the pace, and you look me dead in the eye and just whisper, "come for me baby." And I'm gone, I'm coming inside you, and you're screaming my name."

  Jack moved his fingers faster, using the pad of his thumb to circle Sara's clitoris, and she pushed desperately against his fingers as she started to come hard, harder than she ever had before. She thought the orgasm would never end, each new wave seemingly more intense than the last. Finally she lay still, and he eased his fingers gently out of her throbbing pussy.

  "And that," he said softly, "is when I always woke up."

  Together, they slept, Jack cradling Sara gently, reveling in her closeness. Around 10am she stirred, her eyes flickering open. She could feel Jack's erection pressed firmly against her ass, and she couldn't resist pushing back against him, feeling his sharp intake of breath.

  "Hey you," he whispered in her ear, "how you feeling?"

  "Good," she replied, "at least, better."

  "Do you want me to get you anything?" he asked. "Water? Coffee?"

  "No," she said, giggling, "you stay right here."

  Being careful to keep her stinging hand out of the way, Sara ducked down under the covers, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Jack's underwear and sliding them down. Before he had time to protest, her mouth was on him.

  "Oh holy shit, Sara....oh," he moaned uncontrollably as she teased him with her soft tongue, circling the head of his cock before sliding her lips all the way down the shaft. He bit his lip as he felt the tip of his penis press against the back of her throat. Jack steeled himself, on the brink of orgasm already, but not wanting it to end. Sara took him as deep as she could manage, relishing his sighs of pleasure. But she wanted him fully. Her whole body was tingling, aroused, her pussy gushing with moisture. She couldn't wait. Easing him out of her mouth, she lifted her head to look at him.

  "Jack, I want you. I want you now. I don't care about all that other stuff. Please."

  He pulled her to him, molding the curves of her body to his own muscular frame. Sara ran her hands over his broad shoulders, the lines and ridges of his chest and hard stomach. Her fingers brushed his erection and he shuddered, filled with longing.

  "I don't know, I...oh, oh God." She had wrapped her good hand around him and was stroking him ever so gently, brushing her thumb over his quivering tip.

  "Please Jack. I need you. I've missed you. Please, just fuck me." Sara knew she was giving him power over her, but somehow it felt good. Seeing the anguish on his face, the desire, the frustration; she felt powerful like never before. She moved closer to him, until the slick lips of her pussy were nudging his powerful erection. Slowly, she began to grind against him, moaning at the friction against her swollen clit. Jack could take it no longer. As gently as he could manage, he flipped her onto her back and knelt above her. Placing his hands on her firm buttocks, he lifted her hips, before driving his throbbing cock inside her. Sara cried out.

  "Oh God, Jack, yes, yes baby!"

  Jack tried to take slow strokes, but the feeling of fucking her at last was so overwhelmingly intense, that he found himself speeding up, pounding into her harder and harder. Sara was not complaining; each thrust made her convulse with pleasure, and her body was screaming for more. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, until she was dangling on the precipice, unable to hold back much longer. Gazing up into Jack's handsome face, she could see that he too was on the edge. She caught his eye.

  "Come for me baby," she said softly. Jack groaned, ramming his cock into her with full force, and her muscles clenched around him as he spurted his seed inside her. They held each other, gasping for breath, as the aftershocks ran through their bodies.

  Moving to lay beside her, Jack brushed the hair from Sara's forehead, planting a kiss their instead.

  "You are just incredible, " he told her. "In every way possible."

  "Shut up," she teased, kissing him again, "you're just sucking up."

  "I mean it." He said firmly, his face serious. "I feel like today...us...it's the start of something, Sara. Something good."

  She smiled at him, squeezing his hand. "Me too," Sara said softly. "Now, did you say something about making me coffee?"

  EPILOGUE

  Extract from The Global Herald, July 12th 2013

  EXCLUSIVE: COMPASS STAR TO WED?

  Compass front man Jack Carter has set tongues wagging after appearing in public with long-term lover Sara Lansbury on Saturday. While the pair are a fixture of the city's night life, recently hosting a charity benefit to aid those battling drug addiction, pictures of their most recent outing seem to show a diamond engagement ring on Ms Lansbury's finger. The stunning couple, who met backstage during Compass' smash hit comeback tour, rarely leave each others side, although Sara maintains her own successful career as an advertising executive. The star has not yet issued any statement addressing the rumors, but sources close to Jack have said, "Jack and Sara are the perfect couple; it's crazy, really. They're just meant to be together. She's the one Jack's been waiting for."

  It seems things are finally looking up for the Compass singer after a tumultuous year. Following the shocking revelation that band mate Michael Anderson had been plotting against him, and actively keeping Jack and his younger sister Laura estranged, the future of Compass seemed uncertain. Overwhelming fan support, however, allowed them to rise from the ashes and the new incarnation of the band plan to release a new album early next year. Michael Anderson remains imprisoned after being convicted of selling controlled substances, as well as kidnapping and reckless endangerment.

  Laura Carter continues to go from strength to strength after her successful stint in rehab, and is rumored to be working on a book about her experiences. The reunited family may have something else to celebrate if the engagement rumors are true; Compass fans will be waiting with baited breath to see if our favorite Front Man is finally off the market.

  Ellie Tanaka, 2013.

  Copyright 2013 Adora Bell

  Also by Adora Bell:

  Front Man

  Front Man: One Night in Paris ( Part Two of the Front Man Series)

  Front Man 3 : Full Frontal (Part Three of the Front Man Series)

  Men With Power: Seduced by the Billionaire

  One More Time: The Erotic Time Travels of Adrian Grey

  Coming soon from Adora Bell:

  Six Months of June (Published Summer 2013)

  When June Winters receives a life changing diagnosis, she embarks on an erotic journey of self-discovery. But a handsome stranger turns all her plans upside down. Will June learn the true meaning of love...before it's too late? This year's beach blockbuster will make you laugh, cry, and have you dreaming of romance all summer long.

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