by Regina Frame
I gasped as he thrusted into me so hard, my head hit the tiled shower wall. His thrusts were deep and hard, almost as if he were marking me. Claiming me for his own. Holy shit.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll feel me for days. Every time you take a step, you'll think about me. You'll remember how good we are together." His mouth nipped at my ear, and then moved to my neck where he sucked on the skin there, causing me to moan. "Mine."
"Only yours," I moaned, my fingers gripping at his short hair, pulling his face to mine.
I needed to see him, to look into his eyes, to see if he was feeling the same emotions as me. His eyes bored into mine as his thrusts became urgent, needing, demanding. Each of us giving and taking what we needed from each other. Our grunts and moans were the only sounds other than the water trickling down around us, and when we came, we came together. Hard. Our minds, hearts, and souls in sync with each other.
After we showered, taking our own sweet time in bathing each other, he took me to bed and did exactly what he said he would do. He strummed my body delicately like the finest of instruments, taking great care as if I were worth everything to him. Like that instrument, my body responded to his touch, and together, we made the most beautiful love song. Our song.
Chapter Twelve
Chance
Two weeks later
Vegas
We all hit a bar tonight that had a kick ass VIP section where we are catered to like the rock stars that we are.
While Honor didn't get plastered like she did off the gummy bears at the house party, I did. I was well on my way to being shit faced before the limo arrived to pick us up. The magazine that we're shooting with tomorrow is the one that had set all of this up, which meant, all of this was on their dime. After having several shots with a few of the guys from another band, I'd been offered a little a little drug enhancement, the guy had called it, so I thought why the hell not. I excused myself to the restroom a few times to do a little Molly.
When we finally made it back to the room, I tossed her over my shoulder and headed for the bedroom with her giggling all the way.
I can't ever remember having this much energy after taking ecstasy, but the guy that I bought it from said it was some primo shit, and he wasn't lying. I was feeling pretty good, like I could fucking fly. I lost count of how many times we had sex or the number of times I ate her pussy.
"Oh God Chance. We've got to be up in a few hours for the photo shoot. I need some sleep so that I don't look like some dried up old hag with dark circles around my eyes." She smothered a yawn with the back of her hand.
"But, I'm up now babe." I grab my dick and give it a shake.
"You're always hard." She rolled her eyes at me. "It would probably be good if you got some sleep too." There is no way in hell I could go to sleep right now. I'm too wired and I can't close my eyes, so when she rolled to her side and closed her eyes, I headed for the sofa in the den.
I pull out my laptop and log in to my social media. I would use this time to catch up with some of the fans. I share with them a few pictures of the new club we visited tonight, while praising them for the excellent service. I also add a few pictures of Honor and I. One of which she had her head thrown back, laughing at something Levi was telling her, her silky blonde hair hanging loose around her shoulders. Another one of us kissing.
She looked so beautiful in all of them, but the one that gripped my heart was one of her sitting alone on one of the white leather chairs that overlooked the dance floor below. Her hands were in her lap and her eyes were downcast, staring at the carpeted floor beneath her feet. A look of worry on her beautiful face. The look that I was pretty sure was because of me.
When Honor walked into the den area of our suite two hours later, I was finally starting to crash. I was ready to see the back of my eyelids for about ten hours straight.
"You haven't even slept, have you?" she accused.
The tone of her voice was different, and the look on her beautiful face said it all. She was pissed, and maybe even a little disappointed. Disappointment. That one word described me in a nutshell. I was nothing but one big fat fucking disappointment.
"I got a couple hours in," I lied. The words rolled off my tongue with ease.
"Don't lie to me, Chance. I can tell by looking at you that you haven't even thought about sleeping. We have a photo shoot in an hour, and when Jinx gets one look at you, he's not going to be happy." I was sure she was right about that, but he'd either have to get over it or he could go fuck himself.
"I'm not worried about Jinx," I replied, taking a step toward her, only to have her take a step back. My brows dipped with my confusion. Why would she not let me touch her?
"Don't." She held her hand up to stop me from coming any closer. "Just don't," she snapped. Her lips pulled into a tight line.
"Why won't you let me touch you?" She lifted her chin, and her blue eyes met mine.
"Let me know when your sober and we'll talk about it. What you did last night, the way you were . . ." Her eyes pinched shut and a look of pain moved across her delicate features. "It's not okay," she barely choked out. She takes one last look at me with a frown on her face, before storming off down the hall toward our bedroom. Seconds later, the door slammed so hard, it rattled the expensive paintings hanging on the wall.
"I need my clothes." I say, reaching for the doorknob, only to find it locked. What the hell? I knocked this time. Probably a little louder than I should, but I could hear footsteps coming in my direction right before she swung the door open and flung my suitcase out into the hallway. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed my case, showered and dressed in the suite guestroom. What was even more fun was the limo ride to the photography site. Levi sat across from me with a smirk on his face. I'm sure the fucker was just eating up the fact that Jinx and Honor both were pissed at me. He chewed my ass good before we crawled into the limo and now he was giving me the death glare, while Honor ignored me completely. I placed my hand on her knee at one time and almost drew back a nub.
The limo rolled to a stop in front of an old run down looking warehouse. There was no signage anywhere on the building. Only the street name and number were listed above the door. I guess maybe it's because they photograph a lot of high profile celebrities. The place on the inside, matched nothing on the outside. The floors were painted a shiny red and there was expensive black leather furniture in the waiting area we were escorted to.
"Who's bright idea was it to do a photo shoot at seven in the morning?" I grumbled, and then chugged my monster energy drink. The black haired girl behind the reception desk ignored me completely. "How about let's do it at a more reasonable hour. Some of us haven't even been to bed." I grumbled, and Honor elbowed me in the ribs.
Beside me, Jinx shot me the evil eye. Well, that was not entirely true. I was in bed, but I sure as hell wasn't sleeping.
So, here I stand at the ass crack of dawn for some dude to take a picture, and Honor won't fucking talk to me.
"Oh, good. You're here!" a tall redhead with black framed glasses on the tip of her nose greeted as she sashayed her way across the red cement floor, her heels clicking the whole way. She stopped in front of Jinx and flipped through a few pages on her clipboard.
"My name is Lacey, and I'll be working with you today. If you need anything at all, please feel free to ask. I'm here to help make things go as smoothly as possible." She said all that without taking a damn breath. Like some fucking robot. "Do you have any questions for me?" she asked, finally looking up from her clipboard.
She never once smiled, and I’d have very much liked to ask her if she needed help getting that stick out of her ass, but that would just give Jinx another reason to bitch me out in front of Honor, so I refrained.
"Yeah. I got one," I announced. Her eyes never left Jinx for one second. It was as if I'd never spoken. I cleared my throat. Loudly. Her cheeks turned pink and she finally looked my way. "Why in the fuck would somebody schedule a photo shoot so early in the morn
ing? Most people in our line of work don't even get up until late afternoon."
"Well, Mr. Jordan is a very busy man. He's flying out after the shoots today for England to photograph Nathan Wellington's first born."
She smiled brightly like that excuse should make it all okay. Like I knew who the hell that even was. Jinx caught my attention and shook his head silently, telling me to shut my damn mouth. I exhaled heavily and shoved my hand deep in my pocket, wrapping my fingers around the little bag of dope I'd shoved in there before we left the hotel.
"Let's get on with it then," I mumbled, and tossed my drink can toward the trash where it hit the side and clanged against the cement. Fuck me. I was going to have to find a bathroom so I could do some more blow, because that damn energy drink wasn't doing it for me.
"I gotta drain the main vein." I paused in the hallway outside the bathroom door. The chick looked down her nose at me, clearly not understanding what I meant. "I gotta take a piss." She looked at me with a nasty scowl on her face. So now I had offended her.
"Okay. Meet us in dressing room B; down the hall on your left. We're on a tight schedule," she clipped.
I shouldn't be doing this, I know that, but if I don’t, I wouldn’t make it through the shoot. Honor didn’t approve. She didn't say it in so many words, but she didn't have to. I could read her like a damn book, and right now she was not happy with my sorry ass. Did I care? Of course I did. Was that going to stop me from doing a little coke at the moment? I really wish I could say yes, but the answer to that question is no.
I ignored miss stick up the ass and stepped in to the restroom, practically ripping the baggie out of my pocket before the bathroom door swung closed behind me. I didn't even check the stalls to see if anyone was in there. I dumped a little of the powder on the back of my hand and sucked it up my nose. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my fingers began to tingle. Within seconds, my body came alive and I had energy to spare. Finally.
I walked down the long hallway and in to a room at the far end where they were waiting for me. I was introduced to some chick with purple hair, and was told that she was in charge of hair and makeup. Jinx was already in one of the salon type chairs where a curvy brunette dabbed at his face with a sponge. I walked over and took a seat in the chair next to him.
"Awe. You look so pretty, man," I joked.
"Kiss my ass," he said, flipping me off. They wasted no time placing one of those black capes over my clothes and going to work on my face.
"Where's Honor?" I asked, because I didn't see her anywhere.
"They took her to Robert next door," the woman standing behind me said, as she sprayed some god awful smelling spray in my hair.
The fact that they'd taken her to some guy next door didn't sit well with me, but I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth shut. Which we all knew was very hard for me to do.
***
An hour later, I'd been dressed in a pair of black leather pants, boots, and my eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner. I never wore that shit, and I didn't like the fact that I was wearing it now. I tried it once for a show, and I sweated so much it ran and burned my eyes. I practically had to squint through the whole show. Once we were finished in ‘wardrobe’, as they were calling it, we were then taken to the set where the photo shoot would take place. There was a red convertible sports car in the center of a makeshift highway. A few guitar props and a drum kit sat off to the side. A tall thin guy with spiked red hair walked me through the pose for the first round of pictures.
We were just finishing up Jinx's shoot when I heard the stage door open and close, and then murmurs spread through the camera and lighting crew. I knew who it was before I could see her, because the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and that same sexual energy I'd felt before caused my body to tingle and my cock harden.
When she came in to view, I could understand their excitement. She was half naked and showing way more skin than I'd like. Fuck me. Some dick head off to the side let out a wolf whistle, and I shot him a glare, letting him know that I'd put him on his ass if he didn't take his beady little eyes off her and show some damn respect.
"You want to do that again?" I barked at the group of guys standing just off set.
They quickly shuffled their feet and got busy doing something other than gawking at my Sparkles.
My Sparkles. Anyone could see that she was beautiful, but I didn't like the fact that they were getting to see so much of her beautiful body. Just like I couldn't control how my dick reacted every time I thought about her, saw her, or even smelled her shampoo.
I willed my dick to go down, but just like always, I was fighting a losing battle. She was every guy’s fantasy, and damn if I didn't feel like a teenager about to come in my pants. She was wearing black leather shorts that were so short, they should have been called panties along with a black bra with little silver spikes decorated the cups. Her tits were practically spilling over the top. Her long glossy blonde hair had been straightened to stick straight and was draped over her shoulders. The once pink hi-lights in her hair seemed even brighter under the lights.
Everything about her screamed rock and roll, right down to the knee high black leather boots. As she walked toward me, the light bounced off the dermal implants in the center of each flower, and her skin gave off a soft shimmer under the bright lights as if she had applied some kind of lotion to her already silky smooth skin. She looked like an angel wrapped up in sin, and I could think of a million dirty things I wanted to do to her once we finished.
The sound of a door opening and closing echoed around the room, along with several sets of footsteps. When some preppy looking pretty boy wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a painted on white tee shirt walked in, she ran toward him with a smile the size of Texas. It took everything in me not to rearrange his pretty boy face. The other two guys with him looked familiar, but I couldn't put a name with the face.
"Zee!" she squealed when he scooped her up and swung her around in a circle.
The sound of her laughter was like music to my ears. Zee mother fuckin Gibson. Now I recognized him. Heir to the Gibson fortune, and lead singer of Drifting Down. Heat flooded my body, and the muscles in my arms began to twitch. I began to count down in my head, and if by ten, he hadn't taken his hands off her, I would do it for him.
"Damn. You look good, Honor," I heard him say, so I stepped up beside her and crossed my arms over my chest. I knew it was a dick move, but he needed to know not to go there. "Hey, man. You're Chance Roberts. Right?"
He thrusted his hand out for me to shake. All the while his eyes moved between me and Sparkles. Probably trying to figure out why I had just joined their little reunion.
"That's me."
I gripped his hand with a little more force than needed, but I needed to get my point across. When I let go, he flexed his fingers a couple of times. Point made. I didn't miss the sideways glance Honor gave me. She was already pissed at me. Why not go for broke?
"Zee and I grew up together." She was talking to me, but her eyes were still on him.
"I heard you were filling in for Linc McKay for a while. That's cool." He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels. I guess I made him uncomfortable. Good. "You should look me up when your contract runs out. We could use a killer guitar player like you." Did he just offer her a damn job right under my nose? Hell no! That was not happening. I couldn't stay silent any longer.
"I guess your shit out of luck, man, because she just signed on with us." He eyed me for a moment before turning his attention back to Honor with a crooked grin.
"Always knew you could do it," he bragged. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. I made a mental note to ask her just how close they were. "Congratulations then. You deserve it."
The same woman that greeted us when we came in, stepped up to Zee with her clipboard clutched in her hand. And when she led them away, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why don't you just pee on me next time?" Honor hi
ssed.
The thought had crossed my mind. "I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, and before I could say anything else, the lanky guy with the red hair announced that they were ready for her on set. She lifted her chin and pinned me with her glare.
"Just so you know, before you go all caveman on Zee, he's my cousin."
With that, she turned on her boot and walked onto the set. Her beautiful ass swaying with each step she took.
I felt like a complete ass.
Skinny guy took her by the arm and positioned her on the hood of that damn car. She was half naked, spread out on top of a convertible with a white fender guitar nestled between her creamy thighs. Her colorful tattoos were making her all the more beautiful. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and I was totally screwed.
"Beautiful. Beautiful. Give me something smoking hot and sexy," the guy with the camera instructed as he leaned in and licked his thin lips.
It took every ounce of control that I had not to knock his damn teeth down his throat. When she leaned forward and licked her tongue up the neck of that guitar, that was it. My resolve snapped like a thin rubber band. My dick strained against the zipper of my leather pants, begging to be set free.
When they finally called it a wrap, I couldn’t help myself. I stalked over to the car and grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her down the hood of the car so that my cock was pressing against her warm center. With my fingers in her hair, I tugged lightly so that she was forced to meet my eyes. When a gasp escaped her lips, I swooped in, taking what I wanted.
Tongues tangling, teeth biting, becoming more and more urgent with each swipe of our tongues, and when she palmed my dick through my leather pants, I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy. She tasted sweet like candy, and smelled like vanilla. Her body was warm and soft against the hardness of mine. We fit together like the pieces of a puzzle.
"Damn, Sparkles," I moaned against her lips. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I pressed my hard dick against her core again, causing her to moan. "Feel that?" I looked into her pale blue eyes. "That's what you do to me every fucking time you walk in the room."