Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2)

by K. L. Shandwick

  Trusting Gibson

  Last Score Series

  Book 2

  By K. L. Shandwick

  Copyright © 2015 K.L.Shandwick The author of the book

  1st Edition

  The author has asserted their moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988, to be identified as the author of this work.

  All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, copied, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written consent of the copyright holder, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  Cover Design by Russell Cleary

  Editor: Jacqueline D. Kellum

  Image: Colorbox

  Format: Riane Holt

  Beta readers : Emma Moorhead and Joanne Swinney

  Disclaimer: This book has mature content and explicit reference to sexual situations it is intended for adult readers aged 18+.

  This book is a work of fiction, Names, places, characters, band names and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or names are used within the fictitious setting. Any resemblance to actual person’s living or dead, band names or locales are entirely coincidental. Any actual artists are given due reference and the situation depicted or quoted is within the fictional imagination of the author.

  DEDICATION

  Thank you to all my readers without whom, this book wouldn’t be possible. Your constant encouragement and reviews of my work keep me going. I am constantly humbled by your support.

  There is only one person this book can possibly be dedicated to and that’s the person who dedicated herself to the story from the beginning. Joanne Swinney you are ‘MINT!’ this is YOUR book. Your support with Gibson’s Legacy was invaluable but you went above and beyond in this series, and have lived and breathed Gibson with every chapter of his story as it unfolded. I know what was going on in your real life while this was taking place and you were still there for me. I suppose Michael, Joanne’s husband deserves a mention too, for feeding the children takeaway food while Joanne was busy with ‘KL’ and didn’t remember what time it was. Glad Gibson was interesting enough to make this happen for you on quite a regular basis, while the process of putting the book together was happening, Joanne. Thank you for choosing my work to support.

  As an independent author, people like Joanne and others in my team are an amazing and humbling group of people who give their free time for the love of books. I am very thankful for their support and time.

  Thank you to team Gibson, Emma Louise Moorhead, Ashley Heather, Jacquie Dennison, Sarah Tree, Debra Hiltz, Isa Jones, Carolyn Waddell, Angela Wallace Kawauchi, Nicola Anderson, Janet Boyd. Each of you has brought the spotlight on my work and I am truly grateful for your support and I love you all.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER 1 - ONSIDE

  CHAPTER 2 - MOBILE

  CHAPTER 3 - IN THE WOODS

  CHAPTER 4 - UNBELIEVABLE

  CHAPTER 5 - AWKWARD

  CHAPTER 6 - PRIVATE TIME

  CHAPTER 7 - REVELATIONS

  CHAPTER 8 - SELF-DOUBT

  CHAPTER 9 - DELAYING TACTICS

  CHAPTER 10 - SPEECHLESS

  CHAPTER 11 - CAPTIVATING

  CHAPTER 12 - ANALYSIS

  CHAPTER 13 - TAGGED

  CHAPTER 14 - LUST

  CHAPTER 15 - NEW FRIENDS

  CHAPTER 16 - RAW DATA

  CHAPTER 17 - PEP TALK

  CHAPTER 18 - JOB TO DO

  CHAPTER 19 - COMMUNICATION

  CHAPTER 20 - OUT OF MY MIND

  CHAPTER 21 - MEET THE PARENTS

  CHAPTER 22 - TESTING TIMES

  CHAPTER 23 - HOPE

  CHAPTER 24 - MY TAKE

  CHAPTER 25 - CLEAN AIR

  CHAPTER 26 - HEALING

  CHAPTER 27 - FLYING THE NEST

  CHAPTER 28 - HAIRCUT

  CHAPTER 29 - JILL SPILLS

  CHAPTER 30 - DANCING

  CHAPTER 31 – PHOTOGRAPH

  CHAPTER 32 - WALKING AWAY

  CHAPTER 33 - I DON’T BITE

  CHAPTER 34 - CHASING SHADOWS

  CHAPTER 35 - ANTICIPATION

  CHAPTER 36 - STEPPING UP

  CHAPTER 37 - SURPRISES

  CHAPTER 38 - A MAN WITH A PLAN

  CHAPTER 39 - MEDIA EVASION

  OTHER TITLES BY K.L. SHANDWICK

  ABOUT K.L. SHANDWICK

  CHAPTER 1 - ONSIDE

  Gibson

  Even though it was second nature to perform to tens of thousands, the night Chloe was in the wings felt different. As I walked out on stage in front of a one hundred thousand capacity crowd, the cameras reminded me that there were television monitors all over the festival and live feeds throughout South America. However, there was only one person’s approval I wanted—Chloe’s.

  I had never been in a proper relationship. I’d never taken a girl to work with me before, but all the way through my performance on stage that night, I was aware Chloe was there. Persuading her to come with me to Rio was the best idea I’d had in a long time. She was incredible and I’d been scared that when the story about us broke that would be the end of getting to know her. I felt so wired knowing she was watching and waiting for me that I gave the performance of my life.

  Playing a short acoustic set at our gigs was always the highlight of any performance from my perspective. Watching the crowd get behind me and stripping back the sound to the purity of my unplugged guitar, a single blue spotlight on one side of the stage and just allowing the music I make to touch the souls of the crowd…that always gave me a hard-on.

  When I glanced over to the side of the stage; finishing the song that I had written about Chloe, my heart crushed in my chest when my eyes connected with hers. Initially there was this awesome air thickening moment between us and that had definitely been a first for me.

  I slowly became aware there was something off with Chloe, changing the awesome feeling to one of fear. Tori stood next to her and by the look on Chloe’s confused face, Tori had her ear. I could see from the grim expression and Chloe’s lips pressed into a line, that what she was hearing wasn’t pleasant.

  Knowing Tori’s manipulative ways, I knew she’d be shit stirring as hard as she could because having Chloe with me foiled any deluded ideas she had that I was going to fuck her. Well I was going to fuck with her at some point, but not in the way she was expecting. She wasn’t going to be staying once the tour was done.

  Suddenly a shocked expression on Chloe’s face made her eyes pop wide open. She scanned the crowd, then her eyes flicked between me and Tori and then back at the audience. My heart crushed in my chest again but in a different aching way because I knew exactly what she was thinking. She thought I’d cheat on her and it wouldn’t be long before I was looking for the next girl to hook up with. Tori, was probably giving her some slant in her favor about what happened between us.

  Jumping down from the stool my ass was half way across the stage before the music for the song had died because nothing was more important at that moment than making sure Chloe continued to trust what I had told her.

  Doubting thoughts were playing out on her face, her insecurities and lack of trust merging to make her reason that being with me would be the worst thing for her and it was up to me to make sure that I helped her deal with those doubts by not being anything other than honest with her. The panic I felt with that responsibility filled me with anguish.

  Ten feet from her I saw Tori lean in for the kill and say something else, giving me a sly smirk as she straig
htened her body away from Chloe’s ear, my suspicious eyes flicked back for Chloe’s reaction and I was stunned by it.

  Chloe’s previously unassuming pose became poker straight as she turned square on to Tori as she seemed to challenge her.

  When Tori’s smirk froze on her face, I remember thinking I was safe with Chloe—for the moment. Whatever Tori had said had backfired and by the look of things Chloe was showing both her and inadvertently me, that she wasn’t beyond advocating for herself, even with her history.

  Chloe suddenly turned to face me, blowing me a kiss and the impact on me of that was an awesome relief. The fact that Chloe had decided to dismiss whatever Tori told her about me just about knocked me on my ass. Relieved and elated at the same time, I swallowed hard in disbelief that she was giving me the benefit of the doubt instead of assuming the worst of me like everyone else did.

  By the time I reached Chloe, my heart was racing because I saw a little indecision but a lot of determination. I swept her off her feet and up into my arms. Surprising me, Chloe wrapped her legs around my waist and rubbed her heat against my hard dick as I walked her facing backwards then pressed her against a wall. Chloe’s hands moved up to my hair running through it, even though it was a damp mess after being on stage.

  I fought the urge to drag her around the back and fuck her hard, which was my strongest urge coming off stage. I knew I’d never disrespect Chloe by treating her like a groupie, but it didn’t mean the urge wasn’t there just the same. Lowering her feet to the floor slowly, I pulled her close to my chest.

  The flood lighting came on in the stadium and music blared from the sound system as most of the audience had left. “Love Runs Out” by One Republic filled the air and it was so catchy and uplifting that I found myself humming.

  Making sure that we were still on the same page once I had made space away from Tori, I turned to Chloe, “Are we okay?” Holding my breath, I waited for Chloe’s reaction.

  Chloe’s lips curled up at the sides and a soft smile appeared that reached her beautiful blue eyes. When she nodded that was my cue to kiss her, so I ran my hand into her hair, bunched it in my fist and pushed her lips harder against mine, pushing my hot tongue further into her mouth. I poured all my feelings into that moment with her. I wanted her to know that what was going on for me wasn’t some fad or fucked up phase I was going through. Chloe was different. I really wanted to be with her even without the sex.

  When I broke the kiss Chloe was breathless, staring up at me drunk with lust. When I saw the effect of our kiss I couldn’t help but grin widely. She was a panting mess and just as worked up and needy as I was.

  “Promise you won’t laugh?” Chloe’s brow creased as she wondered what was coming and nodded apprehensively.

  “Chloe…right here, at this moment you give me reason.” What the fuck was that Gib? I just couldn’t express what was going on inside and I could hardly string a coherent sentence together with her around. All these crazy new feelings were going on inside me but I wasn’t able to articulate what they were or how to express them to her.

  Smiling bashfully, Chloe looked at the floor, and I could hardly bear it because doing that was one of the things that had made me mad for her in the first place. Chloe had no idea the effect her beauty had on me and I could tell she had no idea how gorgeous she was.

  Placing my upturned index finger under her chin, I lifted her head until her bashful eyes met mine. “So… Chloe Jenner, are we going to do this? Are you ready to trust me?”

  Chloe pursed her lips in thought and chewed at them before answering and for a second I thought she was going to turn me down. I couldn’t have blamed her after the way I put her at risk by pulling her reputation down and being careless enough to have sex with her without making sure we weren’t in a place that was as private as I’d first thought. “Trust is somewhere in the future for me, Gibson. If you can accept that, then I’m here. Whatever else happens is up to you.”

  I knew that Chloe had just escaped an abusive relationship and was currently with me because of a careless sex session we had that had been exposed in the press— and there were my inherent ways as well, so I could accept that I was asking too much of her. Feeling sorry I had asked that of her, I pulled her close to my chest in a hug and I felt her commit to her feelings by the way she sagged into me. Effectively the ball was in my court and I had to ensure she stayed committed. At that moment the delight I felt inside was on par with when we finally got signed to Syd’s record label.

  Chloe had been on my mind for five long years and now I had her in my arms. Fate had thrown us together many times and neither of us had known that until after I was given her number in a one in a million chance that put us in the same frame again and that defied all logical and coincidental reason.

  All I knew was that although I’d gone about arranging for Chloe to meet me in an underhand way, I couldn’t be sorry for the outcome after spending time with her. My only regret was not knowing that she’d just come out of a horrible relationship with her ex-boyfriend, Kace O’Neill. If I had known that she was a victim of domestic violence I’d have never gone about it the way I had.

  My strongest urge was to protect Chloe and it was my fault she was in the position she was in, so I was a little suspicious that Chloe may only be sticking with me because she was afraid to be on her own. If that was the case she was an amazing actress, because the way she responded when I was aroused didn’t feel like an act at all.

  Sure, I was Gibson Barclay and I’d learned how to get the best out of a sexual experience, I’d had plenty of practice perfecting that, and I know that everyone is different, but with Chloe there’s a lot going on between the two of us that I’ve never felt before. Sex was only part of the equation.

  Confused thoughts and feelings swirled around inside me that I’d never felt with anyone else. I was willing to wait with her, although, I didn’t understand why. But she gave me patience and the motivation to try to slow everything down that was happening between us, “What did you think?” Smiling affectionately, I glanced at Chloe waiting for her to answer. Just being in general proximity to her made me pull this stupid looking grin all the time and when she looked up at me all innocent and wide eyed, my heart melted. Chloe was adorable.

  “You have to ask, Gibson? That was an incredible performance! You get better every time I see you. Can I ask? “ ‘Inches From Paradise’, who was that about?”

  Pulling my head back farther to see if she was serious I gave her a knowing smirk, “You don’t know? Seriously, Chloe? It’s about you. It’s about that moment in Beltz bar when I held you and you looked over your shoulder, totally disarming me with that one glance.”

  Chloe’s innocent stare made me stop walking. She swallowed nervously which drew my eyes down to her slender neck, and appraising how sexy it was, I couldn’t resist bending to press my lips to it. Switching things up, I followed that up with a quick lick and she scrunched her shoulder to her neck, shivering and chuckling infectiously in reaction.

  Sweet laughter escaped from her throat and struck like a bolt of lightning that went straight down to my dick. Staring back, I was mesmerized by her lusty eyes that were looking at me in an entirely different way to the innocent questioning look that she had started out with.

  “Let me show you what the words of that song made me feel about you.” Closing in on her mouth, my lips touched hers and my tongue quickly penetrated through them in an urgent, passionate kiss. Chloe moaned softly into my mouth and my control was gone.

  We were passing a door that was about twenty feet from the band’s dressing room and I swept her off her feet and wrapped her legs around me. Cradling her fabulous firm ass cheeks in my hands I pushed her against the door. Chloe surprised me when she reached out and turned the handle and the door flew back hitting the wall.

  As the door swung wide, I took in the office surroundings, ensuring it was empty and stepping inside at the same time. With a quick kick of my heel the door slammed
shut and I stepped forward to place Chloe down. I spread her flat on her back on the wooden desk in there. My hands immediately fell on the fly of her jeans and I hurriedly unzipped them before dragging them roughly down past her knees then lifting her legs in the direction of her shoulders.

  The urge to taste Chloe took over and I slipped my head between her legs. Licking her down the length of her pussy, the exaggerated, tortured moan made me grin widely, as the element of surprise affected her level of arousal. Her pussy was soaked with her juice. “Fuck, I can’t wait darlin’. I know I should take you slow, but you’re killing me with those innocent smiles and the way you just fit snugly against my body all of the time.”

  Dropping her slender toned legs I pulled one leg free of her jeans and pulled them back to my hips. My fingers worked fast on my belt buckle and zipper. As soon as my thick ridged dick was in my hand I was slicking my crown by dragging myself up and down her seam. Chloe looked totally disarming as she smiled nervously at me. “What do you want? Tell me,” I commanded, sounding abrupt and authoritative. When I held back to make her beg, her body hummed with anticipation and she swallowed audibly. She lifted her head to glance down at my dick then her lust-filled eyes met mine before she answered.

  “You.” Chloe’s one word answers were becoming habitual but there was no ambiguity about this one. I positioned myself and slid the head of my dick down her seam for the last time before I stared intently at her and nudged my dick forward entering her tight warm wet pussy in one long movement. Feeling her core hug around me was breathtaking and when she cried out, “Oh, Gibson,” my throat constricted with emotion for some reason.