Boxed Set: Traitorous Heart Volumes 1-6 (The Traitorous Heart Series)

by Wilde, Breena

When I reached the door I pushed it open. There were a few people milling about, but Katie wasn’t there. I checked the table where the guy sat. She wasn’t there either.

  The ladies room.

  I forced my way through the throngs of people. There was a line to use the bathroom, but I didn’t see Katie.

  Going to the girl who was next in line, I asked if I could cut.

  “Sure,” she said, leaning into me.

  I pushed the door open. It was a one-stall bathroom. There was one mirror as well. The stall door was closed. And I knocked.

  “Katie.” I couldn’t help but notice that, while the girls bathroom wasn’t five star lavish, it was a whole hell of a lot cleaner than any of the men’s bathrooms. Even smelled decent.

  There was a sniffle. “The bathroom is occupied,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  “Shit, Katie. I’m sorry. I’m just so used to doing what I did on stage, I didn’t even think about it.” I quickly pulled the panties out of my jean pocket and tossed them in the trash.

  “Griffin?” She sounded surprised it was me.

  “Yeah, it’s me.” I tried to pull open the stall, but it was locked. “Open up, please.”

  I heard her blow her nose, flush, and then the stall opened. Her eyes were red, a little puffy from crying, but fuck me, she was fine. Seeing her sad made me want to kick my own ass. “I swear I’m sorry.”

  She shrugged, pushing past me and walking to the sink, where she washed her hands. I studied her reflection. “It was just icing on the fucking horrible day I’ve had, that’s all.”

  I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Did things not go well with Birdy?” I asked, trying like hell to care, but the softness of her body and the silkiness of her shirt against my bare skin had my cock pressing against my pants.

  “I know she didn’t do it,” Katie said fiercely, but after I spoke with her I went to Reid’s apartment.” She leaned into me. The tip of my cock touched her lower back and she froze.

  “I’m sorry,” I said again, wishing I wasn’t so easily turned on by her.

  She turned in my arms, glancing down at my tented pants, then back up at my face. Her features changed right before my eyes. No longer sad, but filled with desire. For me.

  My cock got harder. If I never saw another expression for as long as I lived, I’d be satisfied with the one on her face.

  “Katie,” I whispered.

  She reached her hands into my hair and pulled me down. I dove my tongue into her mouth. Exploring. Tasting the tequila and lime. I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to take away the hurt that’d been on her face, that I knew was still in her heart. Keeping our lips locked, my hand swept up her thigh and between her legs.

  She was wearing lace panties. I pushed them aside and touched her, running my finger along the slit. She was wet. “Oh yeah,” I moaned against her lips.

  Katie unwrapped herself slightly, but I was so much taller than her. I opened my eyes and lifted her up onto the counter. It was clean, pristine clean. It was strangely weird, but I figured it was because the night was still young.

  “Griffin?” Her eyes questioned. “You want to do it in here?”

  “I just want to see you,” I said, lifting her skirt. Katie spread her legs for me. God, she was fucking beautiful. So smooth and slippery. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, pressing a finger inside.

  She threw her head back. One of her hands wrapped around my wrist and the other clawed at my chest. I watched the marks where she’d clawed turn red and groaned.

  Moving my finger in and out, I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

  “Fuck,” she moaned.

  I slid in another. “I want you to come for me, Katie.”

  In response she lifted her heels so they were on the edge of the counter and fell back, her head smacking the mirror. Then she moved her hips, pushing her delicious pussy onto my fingers as far as they would go. Watching her I nearly exploded in my pants.

  “Katie, I may have lied. I may need to fuck you. Right here in the bathroom.” As I spoke I kept my fingers going, kept my thumb rubbing. Her orgasm was close. I wanted to watch her come all over my fingers.

  She opened her eyes and looked down, watching me work her perfect pink skin, her creamy juices wetting my fingers.

  Oh, fuck. Fuck,” she breathed as I felt her orgasm crest and contract.

  “That’s it, Katie.” I slowed my thumb but kept my fingers going, helping her ride her orgasm. Both hands reached out for my waist and she pulled me to her.

  Without a word, she unbuttoned by pants. My cock sprang out and slapped against her leg. She took it in her hands, rubbing the length of it.

  “Fuck that feels good, Katie.” Some of my precome glistened on the tip. She leaned down and took it in her mouth, then circled the head with her tongue. I groaned, grabbing her hair.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, hoarsely.

  She lifted her head, her lips swollen and beautiful, her eyes hooded with lust. “Come inside me,” she said.

  There was no way I was denying her. I let my pants fall to my ankles and pulled her so that I slid inside.

  “You feel so good.” As I watched her tight pussy take me in, I nearly came undone right there. She reached under and grabbed my balls, massaging slightly. “Fuck, this is going to be fast,” I said, lifting her onto my cock and taking her over to the wall. She wrapped her legs around my hips and held onto my shoulders. Her eyes held mine. I claimed her lips. My tongue claimed her mouth.

  “Oh, god,” she whispered against my mouth. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

  My body was shaking with the need to orgasm. She felt so good; my cock inside her warm pussy was the closest thing I’ve ever known to Heaven. When her orgasm exploded, I dove inside once more and let my orgasm come.

  “Hey, are you guys about done in there? I really need to pee,” a female voice said as she pounded on the door.

  I glanced down at Katie. She smiled, and we both laughed.

  “Almost,” she shouted.

  CHAPTER 10

  Griffin

  Once we were cleaned up, I opened the door. The next girl in line gave me a dirty look, but all I could do was smile. “Sorry.”

  I took Katie’s hand as we walked down the hall. Everyone in line knew what we’d been doing in there, but I didn’t care. From the perma-smile on Katie’s face it was obvious she didn’t care either. I was glad I’d helped her feel good, even if it was just temporarily.

  “Would you come over after I’m finished here tonight? There’s something I want to tell you.” Even in the low light I saw the worry had returned to Katie’s blue-green eyes.

  “Of course,” she said. “But I’d better get back to my table. I sort of left without a good reason, and he might be worried.”

  “He?” I asked.

  “His name is Cage Devereux. He’s Birdy’s lawyer.”

  “Oh.” I couldn’t help the jealous monster that snaked its way through my belly. I’d meet this guy and make sure he knew that anything more than a professional relationship wouldn’t be tolerated.

  When we reached the table, I sat next to Katie.

  “Sorry about leaving. Cage, this is Griffin, the lead singer of Crushed Velvet.”

  The dude’s eyes narrowed. I got the feeling he was judging Katie, but he stuck out his hand. “Good to meet you,” he said. The guy was wearing a suit, but his tie was loosened and he’d unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

  “Likewise.” I ran my hand down Katie’s back. “I’d better get back,” I said. “But come by the apartment later. There really is something I need to talk to you about.”

  She nodded, her eyes glancing at my lips. I kissed her and then stood.

  “See ya, Cage.”

  “Yeah,” he said and then I heard him whisper to Katie. “Dandelion, I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”

  I turned around, seeing if I needed to go after the guy, but Katie had him handl
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  CHAPTER 11

  Katie

  “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked through clenched teeth.

  He lifted a hand, getting a waitress’s attention. The red head with the super low cut top came over.

  “Another round?” she asked.

  “Yes,” Cage said, but I shook my head. “Ah, come on.”

  I smiled at him. “I’ll take a double shot of tequila.”

  The waitress winked. “So, hey, I saw you with Griffin, so I guess you heard?”

  “Heard what?” I asked, distracted, feeling a strong need to get wasted.

  She shrugged. “Griffin and his band are leaving for L.A. on Friday. They’re meeting with Warren Records.”

  My heart started to beat erratically. “They’re leaving?” Griffin’s leaving.

  “Yeah, this Friday. They’ve been celebrating all night. Griffin’s had a lot to drink. They all have.” She laughed. “Party animals, if you know what I mean.”

  I had an idea I did know what she meant and I didn’t like it. I watched her walk away. “What. The. Fuck?” My eyes started to water. I couldn’t believe it, that he could affect my emotions so much.

  “Hey, don’t be like that. He’s just a guy, not a rock god. Nothing special.”

  I nodded, devastated that Cage had thrown my own words back at me. I called Griffin a rock god on a regular basis.

  “I’d better go,” I said, standing.

  “Wait, drink your shots first. Then I’ll take you home.”

  As though the waitress were in cahoots with Cage, she showed up. As she set down my shots, Cage said, “Another round and then I’ll check out.”

  She nodded. “Sounds good, sweet thing.” She leaned over the table, making a spectacle of her cleavage.

  I downed one shot and brought the second to my lips before she’d walked away.

  “Chill,” he said, holding out a roll of Wint-O-Green Life Savers. I was beginning to realize Cage ate them like they were candy.

  I took one and put it in my mouth. “Thanks.”

  TRAITOROUS HEART

  Volume 4

  CHAPTER 1

  Katie

  My first coherent thought was the jackhammer pounding somewhere nearby. Or, no, it wasn’t close. The noise came from inside my head. At the realization the noise banged harder.

  I worked to recall what’d happened last night: I’d gone to The Attic. Met Cage there. Griffin and I fucked in the girls’ bathroom.

  Remembering the two of us together lit my thighs on fire. The Rock God knew how to make my body melt, moan, and feel amazing.

  He and I had gone back to the table. Cage and Griffin introduced themselves to each other. It’d been like watching two roosters vying for the same set of hens. They crowed and beat their wings. It was horrible.

  After what seemed like forever, Griffin took off to perform another set, leaving Cage and I alone.

  The waitress came by to take our drink order. The cruel twist of her lips should’ve been a warning, but how was I to know she had information about Griffin? The waitress had smirked and told Cage and I the news. Griffin was taking his band to LA.

  Despair ate at my insides, even though I had no right to feel that way. We weren’t together as a couple. We were just two people who enjoyed fucking each other. I tried to tell myself that over and over.

  By the ninth shot I started to believe it.

  As I lay in bed, begging my stomach to forgive me, I knew it was a lie. For me, Griffin was more than just a great fuck.

  I moaned, rolling on to my side. I needed to get ready, but the movements made my stomach churn. My head spun. Swallowing the gravel in my throat, I moved so I lay flat once again, sticking one foot over the edge of the bed: a trick I’d learned in college to help with the morning after hangovers.

  My throat was scratchy and my tongue had swollen to the size of Texas. I needed some water. I needed a shower. There was work to do, like prove my best friend, Birdy, innocent.

  I opened my eyes and immediately knew I wasn’t in my own room. “What the hell?” My heart thundered as though it were waking the dead. The light fixture in the center of the high ceiling was fancy, way fancier than the regular light in my room.

  “You’re awake. Good.” Cage spoke from somewhere out of sight.

  My pounding heart stopped. Froze like ice.

  I was with Cage.

  At Cage’s house.

  Where the fuck was that?

  How did I get here?

  Had Cage and I— I couldn’t finish the thought. The idea that Griffin and I… And then Cage and I… In the same night. “Oh, God.” I was positive I was going to puke all over myself.

  Over the years I’d done many embarrassing things—like the time I walked into a courtroom with my skirt tucked into the top of my black thong underwear.

  But this was… it wasn’t even embarrassing. It made me sick. I wasn’t that kind of girl. And Griffin had asked me to stop by his apartment. He said he needed to talk. Even with a hangover I figured he’d wanted to tell me about LA. But I hadn’t gone to his apartment. I’d gone home with Cage.

  Whore, I told myself. My breathing picked up. Sweat prickled along my hairline. “I’m going to be sick,” I panted.

  Cage came into view, his exquisitely handsome features scrunched in concern. “Hang on.” He lifted and carried me into the bathroom.

  I jumped out of his arms, slid to the porcelain white toilet, and hung my head in shame over the bowl as I dry heaved.

  From behind I heard water running. Then wringing. “I’ve got a cold washcloth. I’m going to apply it to your neck.”

  Another spasm of sickness wracked through my body. Cage pushed my hair off my back and placed an icy cold washcloth against my neck. I immediately felt better.

  “How’s that?” he asked.

  I nodded, grateful something so simple worked so well. “Better.”

  “There’s a new toothbrush sitting on a pair of workout shorts and a tank over on the counter. Take a cool shower. It’ll help. You can change into the clothes and then come into the kitchen. I’ll whip you up a secret family recipe that’ll settle your stomach.”

  He left before I could respond, closing the door behind him. I sighed, grateful he was gone. The idea of talking to him, looking him in the face, and saying even a single word made my stomach sick again.

  Finally, I stood and went to the sink, where I washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth. I looked like hell. My eye makeup was streaked down my cheeks. My eyes were bloodshot. My hair would’ve made the perfect rat’s nest. And my clothes… Holy shit. I wasn’t wearing any.

  Without thinking I glanced around. I’d been wearing my favorite blue silk shirt and a black skirt. All I had on now was my black bra and matching lace panties.

  “Great, and he’s seen you naked.” I focused my attention on opening the plastic and cardboard around the toothbrush. When I got the damned thing open I brushed my teeth, paying special attention to my tongue. After swishing some mouthwash, I felt a little better.

  Escape, I thought. It was at the top of my list. I didn’t want to be there a second longer. Cage had said I could shower and, while that sounded great, I wanted to do that at home. Still, I would borrow his clothes since I couldn’t find my own. And I needed to call a cab.

  “Where’s my fucking phone?” I turned in another stupid circle. The bathroom was nice-sized. The floor and walk in shower were made of black quartz. The countertops were a stark contrast of pristine white. The double sinks were brushed silver. Black and white towels hung on the racks. A remarkable black, white, and gray plant decorated the top of a cabinet. The cabinet doors were frosted glass, making it possible to see what was behind them.

  But neither my clothes nor my purse were nearby.

  I racked my brain to remember how I’d ended up at Cage’s. We’d drunk a lot. I’d been flirty, but not overly so. There had to be a clue. As a glanced at my reflection I knew I wasn’t going to find
it in Cage’s bathroom.

  I needed to get the hell out of there. I pulled on the baggy black shorts and the matching black tank, then I opened the door.

  His bedroom was even classier than his bathroom and decorated in the same color scheme: black, white, and gray. The king sized bed wore a gray silk comforter and matching pillows, and was made; no evidence that I’d been sleeping there just a few moments before. Dark cherry wood tables stood on either side of the bed, topped by brushed pewter lamps with white shades. One side had a black alarm clock. I scanned for my clothes or my purse or my shoes. They weren’t there, which meant we probably got naked in another room. I was too mortified to be embarrassed. It was beyond that.

  CHAPTER 2

  Katie

  I opened his bedroom door and peeked out. At that exact moment, Cage lifted his head from whatever he was doing in the kitchen. “Hey.”

  I needed a hole, a deep dark crevice where I could hide for eternity.

  “This is almost ready.” He smiled.

  I grimaced, moving out of his bedroom and into the living room.

  The kitchen was directly across from where I stood. In between was a large sitting area with two contemporary gray couches and overstuffed chairs in bright yellow and white. A large black wood coffee table rested in the center.

  Cage was in the kitchen, chopping and pouring different items into the blender.

  Like a hot chemist, I thought.

  Except he wasn’t a chemist. He worked for Birdy’s dad. A lawyer.

  “Cover your ears,” he said, turning on the blender.

  I did, but the noise infiltrated my skull. Focus on other things, I thought breathing deeply.

  Personal decorations were sparse. There were no pictures of family or even a girlfriend.

  Cage wore a crisp baby blue shirt and a red power tie. His cropped dark hair was combed perfectly. He’d shaved. Basically he looked like a GQ model who’d had eight hours of sleep the night before. Certainly not a man who’d been drinking tequila shots all night.