by Eileen Green
That was a mistake.
Billy moved quickly. He stood but then grabbed hold of Skye by her upper arms and pushed her into the back of the sofa. “Why do you all want to know that?” He yelled at her. “You think you can just come in here and dig into a man’s life?”
Skye tried to pull out of his grasp, but being pinned to the couch didn’t help her position. She should have kept her mouth closed, but knew it didn’t really make a difference. “Then you shouldn’t have agreed to the interview!”
One hand released her arm and before she knew it, she was backhanded across the face. Pain exploded on her cheek and then her nose. Fear and anger bubbled up within her.
Lashing out with her free arm, she scratched his face. She could feel the skin peeling off him under her fingernails. He shouted out before he hit her again. Using her feet, she kicked out at him, meeting his legs.
He grabbed her arm again and this time, he pulled her up to her feet and then pushed her to the side until her front collided with the wall. Her breath left her in a big “whoosh” as Billy slammed his body against hers.
The ripping sound she heard was him tearing at her shirt as his body kept her trapped. She tried to push her elbows back to hit him, but he was so skinny, they only hit air. His knee slammed up into her pussy from behind, making her dizzy along with the pain.
Trying to twist her body, Skye hoped she could dislodge him, but he wasn’t giving in and he seemed determined to hurt her. He tore her bra off and now she felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner reaching her entire back. His hands snaked around her sides and found her breasts, grasping them harshly until she cried out.
He ground his knee into her pussy as he brutalized her breasts. Teeth sank into her skin as he bit her in several places along her shoulders. She felt trickles of blood as they moved down her flesh.
His hands pulled her breasts to the sides harshly and it felt as if they were going to be pulled off before his hands disappeared. His body moved back from hers and she felt herself sink to the floor.
Turning her head, she thought she saw Jason beating on Billy, who was on the floor, his hands up trying to defend himself. Everything went black and soon, Skye floated away.
Waking with a start, her heart pounding in her chest and sweat covering her body, Skye groaned. She hated the dream, but she hadn’t had it in a long time. She wondered what had brought it on.
Her attention was drawn to the TV screen and the news that was on. The blond woman behind the anchor desk with too much red lipstick on said, as the camera zoomed in on her, “And now for a bit of entertainment news.”
A picture of Billy Craven appeared on the screen to the woman’s left. She went on to report, “Billy Craven has been released from Rockview prison in Pennsylvania after serving five years out of his seven-year sentence for the assault of MVC reporter, Skye Daniels. He was released on good behavior. We tried to get an interview with Billy as he left the State Correctional Institution in Rockview, but his lawyer declined all contact. His release was a surprise for many, including his former band members. Whether the band will get back together, well, only time will tell. Let’s hope he has cleaned up his act and that his transition back into society will be a smooth one.”
As the woman began reporting on the next story, her voice irritating and her smile just as obnoxious, Skye felt her entire body shake. Her blood pounded in her ears while the room spun before her eyes. It felt as if the world was going dark before her eyes and before she knew it, two sets of hands held her.
Two masculine voices soothed her as two bodies cuddled against her, holding her tightly. Sobbing could be heard and it was a bit before she realized it was her own. Warmth surrounded her as she cried, something she hadn’t done when the attack first occurred.
Being surrounded by her men, even though she didn’t speak to them, she cried herself to sleep in their arms. It was morning before she woke, the sheet drawn up over her. Looking around, she found JC lying on top of the blanket to her left. Brock wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
Shifting slightly, Skye watched JC as he slept. His face looked so relaxed and young; it was hard to believe he had gone through what he had in his life.
Time had been both good and bad to him. He had gained his fame and wealth, but then he had reaped his pain and heartache as well. Most people would go through only some of that in their lifetime, but his had been in the expanse of two thirds of his lifetime.
A lock of his dark blond hair had slid over his forehead and hung near his eye. She knew how irritating it was to have her hair tickling her eyes, so she reached over and pushed it back behind his ear.
His eyes opened and looked up at her. Immediately concern shown in the blue depths as he sat up quickly. “How are you feeling, baby girl?”
Her heart warmed at his concern. It was genuine and heartfelt. At that moment, Skye realized she was in love with JC and Brock.
***
Hearing JC speak in the bedroom had Brock gravitating in that direction. He had been in the kitchen fixing breakfast, needing something to do with his hands and to keep his mind busy.
The night before, he had received a call from Dwayne Leeds informing him that he couldn’t get a hold of Skye. He needed to tell her about Billy Craven being released from prison and he thought that perhaps she was with him and JC. They raced over here to Skye’s apartment and heard her wailing from inside.
She wouldn’t come to the door so they had insisted the doorman allow them entrance since it was an emergency. After a go-round with the manager of the building, they were finally able to get in.
They found her on her bed, crying and shaking so badly the bed had moved on the hardwood floor. Wrapping her in their arms, they held her until she had cried herself to sleep.
Brock had gotten up about an hour ago after a night of restless sleep to fix them all some breakfast. He had to go down the street to a market to get some groceries, enough to get them through the day.
He and JC had discussed what they were going to do about Skye and the situation. They felt the best thing to do was to take her out to California to his studio where she would be protected at every minute. His building had security at every door and everyone had to sign in when arriving there. She would be safe and that was the most important thing right now.
Now, he watched as his best friend and their woman shared a moment. He found that she was at her most vulnerable in the morning when she just woke up. Those few minutes before she concentrated on her outer shell.
It looked as if they had both just woken up. Skye laid on her side, propped up on elbow, her hand holding up her head. Her other hand was on JC’s neck gently caressing it. JC laid on his side also, his head on the pillow, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.
Two vulnerable people who needed each other to help boost them up. All three of them needed each other, and Brock was intent on making sure this worked out.
Quietly, he stepped away from the door and made his way back to the kitchen. He would give JC and Skye a few minutes alone before he called them for breakfast.
After he finished with the scrambled eggs, he took the bowl to the small table that sat against a wall near the front door. A plate of bacon already sat there along with three place settings. Going back into the kitchen, he grabbed the plate of toast that he had already buttered and on his way back to the table, he shouted, “Breakfast! Come and get it or I’ll eat it all!”
The groaning and shuffling around in the other room was a welcoming sound. He became concerned when Skye shrieked but then a giggle sounded and JC appeared at the doorway with her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
Her giggles were music to Brock’s ears. He wanted to hear them often from her for she deserved them.
Brock pulled out the chair that faced the wall so that Skye would be between them and waited while JC set her down gently in it. The two men sat down.
Leaning over, Brock kissed Skye on the cheek as he
covered her hand with his. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you feeling better?”
A blush colored her cheeks as she lowered her eyes as if embarrassed. “Um…yes. Thank you.”
“There is no need to thank us, baby girl,” JC said as he rubbed her shoulder. “We will always try to be there when you need us.”
“How’d you get in anyway?” she asked softly, looking up at him curiously. “I know my door was locked.”
It was Brock’s turn to look sheepish as she looked his way. “We kinda bullied the manager into letting us in. We heard your crying from the hallway and were afraid for you.”
A chuckle emanated from Skye along with a smile. “I’m sure Mr. Albertson really appreciated that, especially on a Sunday night.”
“Someone would have eventually called the police and they would’ve had to have either broken the door down, or contact Mr. Albertson anyway. We just bypassed the police part of it.” Brock was glad he heard her laugh at the situation, for it was going to get a bit more awkward here in a few minutes.
While he had spoken, JC had dished up food for Skye and placed the plate in front of her. She looked down at it and then smiled at JC.
“Thank you. You both have been so sweet to me.”
“We wouldn’t want to be doing anything else at the moment. You are ours and we will take care of what is ours.” Brock wanted to assure her that they would do whatever possible to keep her safe. Now, they had to convince her what was best for her. “Eat your breakfast and then we’ll talk.”
The meal was eaten in relative silence. When they finished, Brock and JC gathered up the dishes after telling Skye to go shower and dress. She tried to protest, but they wouldn’t hear of it.
With a pout, she sauntered off into the bedroom.
“She’s going to be a handful,” JC commented as he scraped any remnants of food into the trashcan.
“That she will be,” Brock said with a smile as he rinsed off a dish at the sink. “I look forward to our future with her.”
JC stopped and turned towards him. “Do you think she is going to fight us on our plan?”
“Of course she will. That’s why I’ve already set a plan in motion while you were asleep. Just go along with me when I discuss it with her.”
They finished cleaning up the kitchen and had the dishwasher ready to go so they could run it when they got ready to leave. Afterwards, Brock went into the bedroom, stripped the bedding off the bed, and placed it in the black mesh hamper by the bathroom door. There wouldn’t be time to do the laundry, but he’d make sure someone took care of it while they were gone.
The shower shut off so Brock made his way back into the living room to give Skye her privacy. JC had done some straightening up in the living room, packing Skye’s laptop along with notepad she had next to it, into her laptop bag. They wanted to make sure everything was ready to go when they told her the plan.
It was a few minutes before Skye emerged from the bedroom. A pair of black cutoff shorts and a green t-shirt adorned her body. She was drying her hair with a brown towel. She stopped when she saw both men looking at her.
“What?” she asked, suddenly looking uncomfortable.
Brock jumped up from the rocking chair where he had sat and stepped over to her. His hands framed her face as he kissed her lips chastely. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I know I can’t get enough of looking at you, and I’m sure JC is of the same mind.”
Her face tinted as he let go and rushed into her bedroom. He had seen a comb on her dresser the other day and hoped it was still there.
It was, so he grabbed it and returned to the living room. He found Skye still standing, rubbing her hair with the towel. He took it from her. “You shouldn’t rub your hair with a towel. You should be gentle and just kinda massage it. There won’t be as much breakage.”
A hearty laugh sounded from Skye that warmed Brock’s heart. “And how do you know so much about hair?” she asked.
“I worked in a hair salon when I was in high school and then afterwards. It was my job until I began to…” Brock explained and then felt a bit awkward explaining the beginnings of his porn career. Skye’s brow rose at his hesitancy. He felt he had nothing to hide, and was certain he couldn’t shelter her from his past. Clearing his throat, he continued. “It was my job until I began to do porn flicks and that paid a helluva lot better than the hair salon.”
Skye smiled and stepped up to him. Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, she pulled his head down to hers and laid a sweet kiss on his lips. When she pulled back slightly but left her hand where it was, she softly said, “There’s no reason to guard your words around me. I read all about you online and I don’t have a problem with it. If you promise that you are clean and I am safe, then I don’t have a problem with it.”
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her to him and held her tight. Not all women had been so open and honest with him. Skye offered herself to him so openly and he was ecstatic.
Finally breaking off the hug, she pulled back a bit. “I need to do my hair…”
She stopped when Brock held up the comb and then she smiled. He urged her towards the coffee table. “Sit, and I’ll comb out your hair. And while I do that, you’re going to listen to what we have to say.”
A slight moan escaped her and before she could sit, JC grabbed her by the hand, pulling her to him. She fell across his lap with a shriek. As quickly as it all happened, JC laid five swats across Skye’s ass.
When he helped her back up to her feet, he looked at her as she rubbed her butt and asked, “Do you know why you got a spanking, baby girl?”
Getting a profile view of her, Brock could tell she was thinking about it. Then she shrugged. “No, sir.”
She looked like she was going to cry but she held herself up, revealing her strength. JC took her right hand in his. “You rolled your eyes when Brock spoke to you.”
Skye opened her mouth to speak, but must have thought better of it and closed her mouth. Brock was surprised when she turned towards him. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t even realized I had done it.”
“This is all a learning experience for you, Skye. This lifestyle isn’t just about the discipline, or what kink you might have. It’ll help you be more aware of yourself as a person. You’ll be more aware of what you do as you concentrate on every little thing. You’ll get used to it.” Brock explained as he helped her sit on the coffee table.
He began combing her hair gently, beginning at the bottom so as not to pull should there be any tangles. Her hair felt like wet silk as it slid through his fingers and he found he missed the work from the salon. As he worked, Skye asked JC, “Did you get used to being aware of everything you do?”
“I did,” the man answered her, his hand caressing hers. “That’s how I was able to get through all that I did getting clean and moving past it. I was aware of the little nuances that presented themselves when I began to get a craving. I was able to take care of it before it got bad enough that I’d go crazy. It was a blessing for me.”
Still combing her hair, Brock took a breath to speak, but her phone rang first. Picking it up off the table, Skye hit the talk button. “Hello?”
Brock had seen the name of the caller before she had raised the phone to her ear. He had to hope that this was going to help him instead of hindering him in telling her what was going to happen.
“I’m doing okay. It was a shock to me.”
She listened to the caller speak.
“No, I don’t blame you at all, Dwayne. If they didn’t tell you ahead of time, what can you do?”
Dwayne apparently was talking again. “I’m not sure if I have another place to go. I suppose I could take a vacation.”
Brock smiled over her head at JC tried to look calm and interested in the conversation.
She went on. “Okay. I’ll let you know where I am. Did you get the JC interview?”
JC’s eyebrows rose at his name but remained quiet so she could hear what Dwayne was say
ing to her.
“Good. I’m glad you liked it. I’ll be in touch. Bye.”
Skye hung up from the call and set her phone down on the table. JC had moved to the edge of the couch. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Yes. My boss apologized for not letting me know about Billy Craven. He wasn’t informed by our attorneys’ that he was scheduled to get out of prison.” She looked up at Brock. “My boss wants me to get out of the city, to avoid the reporters.”
“I was going to suggest that,” Brock began. “But then your spanking got in the way. We’d like to take you to LA. We can stay at my studios. There is security around the clock and I have a penthouse there where you can hide out.”
Brock could practically hear the wheels turning in her brain as she thought about what was going on. Then she shrugged. The insecure Skye was back. Having her at the studio would be a good way to get her out of her head.
“Are you sure I won’t be a bother to you?” Her face was sad but fear hovered in her eyes also.
“Of course not, little one. We want to be there for you, wherever you are.” Brock crouched down beside her before continuing. “If you want to go somewhere else, we can. But, I think you’ll like it at the studio, and, I can guarantee you’ll learn a lot while you’re there.”
Her answer was weak, but he would take it. “Okay.”
“Great!” JC was as anxious as Brock was. “I’ve already packed up your laptop. Why don’t you pack a small bag, and we can go shopping when we get there? Start out your new adventure totally fresh.”
Skye nodded and stood. “I’ll be right back.”
While she was in the bedroom, Brock stepped into the kitchen and made a call. While they waited on the manager to come let them in last night, he had arranged to have a private jet available for them at La Guardia. They weren’t going to take no for an answer when they suggested she go with them, and now he just had to let the pilot and attendant know they were on their way.