by T. J. West
“Yeah. JINKS is going on tour with Kings Fate for four months. Didn’t Lucky tell you last night?”
I shake my head and frown. “No. I haven’t seen him for weeks.”
“Really? I swear he was on his way to see you last night after the guys finished their album. Huh, weird.”
Yeah, weird—I bet that’s why he tried to see me last night?
“Who’s Lucky?” My mother asks.
However before I get a chance to tell her, the answer was on the stage. “Hey, everyone.” The crowd begins to go crazy with whistling and screaming when Lucas announces himself.
“Faith, isn’t that?” My mother asks, pointing.
I don’t know what to say, therefore I just shrug and nod my head yes. Her face beamed with joy.
“Thanks for coming tonight,” Lucas says.
“I love you Lucky!” A woman in front of us screams.
I hate being jealous, but all I want to do is shut that woman up, she was annoying the hell out of me.
“Love you too,” Lucas chuckles in his hot chuckling way. “As some of you know we got signed with BT2090.” More screaming and whistling occurs. “We’re really excited to announce that we will be going on tour with Kings Fate next month. It’s a four month tour and we really hope you’ll come see us play.”
The drummer starts his beat, and soon after Lucas—Lucky begins to play his guitar, then starts to sing—God his voice so amazingly sultry, I fall into a trance every time I hear it.
My mom raises her voice and asks, “Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing him again?”
“I’m not seeing him again.”
“Like hell she isn’t!” June shouts.
“Hey!”
“They will be, Mrs. M.,” she winks at me.
“Will you please stop!”
“I think it’s wonderful!” My mother exclaims
Holy hell. I just want to hide under a rock and never be found. I place my hand over my eyes, not wanting to discuss this any further. It’s too weird talking about this kind of stuff with my mom. She has never asked or questioned my relationships in the past, I am not used to this change in her.
Our drinks finally arrive. I slip back into my Lucky trance, pretend that our past isn’t a problem and soak up every verse that comes out of his mouth.
After the end of—oh, maybe a dozen songs—I have to admit that almost all the songs Lucas had sung were about me. Shit, that sounds so conceited, yet it’s true; black silk, ocean colored eyes. It all felt so familiar. I just shook it off and forgot about it—well I tried to forget about it.
“I’m gonna go see Peta for a few. Be right back.” June scoots away from the table and walks away.
Immediately after, my mother says, “And I am going to use the ladies room.”
Seriously? They both just had to up and leave just as Lucas started making his way over to our table? I scoot out of my chair and gather my purse. I want to walk past him, but he blocks me. I can see a look in his eyes that tells me I am not going to get out of this so easily. Shit.
“Hey,” he approaches with a small grin—hot damn, dimpled grin.
“Hey.”
“Thanks for coming tonight.”
I nod and reply, “You sounded great.”
“Thanks. So, where’s your boyfriend?” He asks with a slight edge of bitterness and jealousy.
I was taken aback by that question. “My boy—oh, you mean Phillip? He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Then who was your company last night?”
“Why do you care?” I clip at him. I don’t know why I’m so pissed at his accusation; I know I said I wanted him to fight for me, but now that I know he’s acting jealous and suspicious I don’t like it one bit.
“I came to see you last night.”
I cross my arms and scoff. “So?”
He inches his way toward me and backs me up against the patio wall. What has gotten into him? “So, who was it?”
I hold my chin up high and try my damnedest to not feel the heat that is passing through our connection. “Why, you jealous?”
“Fuck yes,” he clips back at me.
I’m beginning to actually enjoy this a little too much. “Maybe it was Phillip and maybe it wasn’t. I’ll never tell you,” I say with a snarky attitude—I am such a bitch.
“Hey, Faith, where’s your mom?”
Oh, June, if I could kill you right now I would! I close my eyes and shake my head. When I open them back up Lucas had the most devilish, sexiest grin on his gorgeous face.
He bites his bottom lip and backs up just a tad. “Mom? Your mom was your company?”
I look past him and tell June. “She’s in the restroom.”
“You want me to take her back to the hotel?”
I can see the little scheme she is playing and I don’t like it! “No -”
Still looking at me with that grin, Lucas interrupts. “Yeah, can you do that?”
“Hey, no!” I raise my voice and push Lucas out of my way. I am really getting pissed off! “No, she will not do that!”
I can see June is trying really hard not to laugh. “I’ll take her back.”
“You will not take her back, June!”
“Yes I will,” she demands and kisses me on the cheek. “Goodnight. Be good!”
I bunch my lips up and snarl at her. “You’re a bitch.”
“Yeah,” she shrugs, “but you love me anyway.”
That I do, but I am still pissed. I see her find my mom and guide her away before she comes back to ogle at Lucas.
I can feel him behind me; I slightly jump when he places his hands on my shoulders. I get all gooey in the knees when I feel his breath in my ear. “Stay here.”
Nope. I am not going anywhere—not when you just sent shivers up my spine and immediately made my panties wet.
I am standing here, nervous as hell, watching him talk with the band; Danny gets a look at me—no expression—nada. He really hates me. Yet I stand my ground and pretend he isn’t making me feel uncomfortable.
Lucas starts to walk back and ends up getting stopped by a beautiful tall brunette who has nothing more than sex in her eyes; to my surprise he doesn’t pay any attention to her and tells her no and continues walking toward me. I see the girl huff and storm off. I wanted to laugh and shout out, “That’s right! He’s all mine, bitch!” but of course I would never say something like that. I am not going to show him how much I want him, how much he is opening up my wounded heart.
“What are you doing Lucas? -”
He gets in my space a little too closely again and cups my face. “Shut up.”
“But -”
“I said,” he kisses me. “Shut up.”
I shut up. Hell, did I ever shut up.
On the drive back over to my hotel, not once did he try to touch me or talk to me; the silence between us was getting me hot and bothered—in a sexy, wanting to hurry the hell up, back to my hotel, hot and bothered kind of way. I just couldn’t let him know how I was affected. I wanted to try and keep everything bottled up, to protect myself. Yet I wasn’t so sure I could do that anymore; my body was betraying me, taking me over the edge.
As we finally get inside my suite, things started to heat up and it wasn’t from the summer draft; I knew it was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it—I didn’t want to stop it.
Lucas takes my handbag away from me and puts it down on the coffee table. He comes back to me and gently tugs me forward so he can kiss me on the forehead; so soft, so warm. I can barely get the words out when I ask, “Why are you doing this? We shouldn’t -”
He shuts me up, again, putting a single finger over my lips. “I’m done being scared, Faith. I’m done running.”
If that didn’t shock me, I don’t know what else could. I have to ask him—it’s been on my mind for weeks now. “You didn’t spend that check on those vans, did you?”
He shakes his head and wraps his arms around the end of my spine.
His fingers slowly inch their way to my ass, rubbing over and over. “I don’t want to talk about that check. I want to take you to bed. I want you wrapped around my waist while I fuck you until you come undone. I want to suck your clit until you come undone again, then I want to take you in the shower and fuck you there, where you will scream my name as you come undone a third time. We will not talk about that check. Not now. Not when I want to spend every moment inside of you.”
Okay, that shocked me even more; I shudder a breath and gulp his words down. Just like his fingers, his mouth slowly grasps onto mine. He isn’t in a hurry, doesn’t try to inhale my tongue out of desperate needs. Instead he is savoring my lips before he slips inside mouth. Without hesitation I grab onto his biceps, feeling how hard, powerful and amazing they are. As I squeeze his rock solid arms the tip of his tongue swipes my bottom lip, cracking open my mouth; he then bites the lip and sneaks his way inside my mouth, slowly entwining my urgent tongue—the tongue that wants to go fast, and the tongue that is hungry for him. Oh, but what’s that? Something hard and round has intrigued my mouth a little more; a tongue ring—holy shit, I love it!
We both start to moan and breathe heavily; he turns me toward the wall, next to the front door and cages me in. Mouths and tongues are still intact as Lucas lifts up my dress, sliding his hands inside my panties. I can’t seem to get enough of him touching me, me touching him; my hands go up inside his shirt where I can feel the extreme back muscles working their magic as his arms tighten from my touch. I want him to take me right here, right now. I need him to take my panties off. Just as if he was reading my mind I feel his fingers slip inside my wetness; they are meant for his fingers only—they always have been. No one has ever made me feel so weak, so wet, so horny before. A deep growl from within Lucas’ throat escapes when I start to rock to the pump of his finger. I really want this right now—so badly.
As if on cue he has me jump around his waist and walks me toward my bedroom. Our lips unlock for a slight moment while we look at one another; we are breathing hard and our hearts are beating out of control. His eyes are so dark, so intense I swear they have a red flame staring back at me.
Once we make it to my bed he sits me down on the edge and takes down my panties, then they go flying behind him. My shoes are next, yet my dress stays on. With a hungry grin on his face he lifts my legs over his shoulders and brings me to his mouth—oh sweet lord have mercy me! I throw my head back and let him eat me alive. I wince the second his mouth leaves; he grabs my chin and demands, “You need to look at me. I need to look at you.” There is no arguing from me. I nod my head and bite my lip, panting like a wild animal. He goes back down, tongue wrapped around my clit, sucking the most sensitive spot on my body. I take hold of his hair, pulling the ends when I sense the metallic ball circling around. I bite my lip even harder as I watch his eyes watch mine. I feel like I am going to burst into tiny pieces, it’s incredibly mind-blowing and exactly what I have been waiting for. The moment my body moves with his mouth his hands tighten around my exposed thighs; it’s thrilling, hot, intense. His growl deepens as my body dances—we are still looking at one another and it’s the most amazing connection I have ever had with anyone. No one can come close to Lucas—no one.
The more my body moves the more he sucks, the more he sucks the closer I am to getting off inside his mouth. And once I do, I scream his name and tug on his hair, heaving, sweating, nipples protruding and legs quivering. Holy fuck, where did that come from? I am gone, spent, and exhausted. However, Lucas isn’t finished—not by a long shot. Thank God I’m on the pill because the extraordinary darkness in his eyes, and the lick of his lips tells me he hasn’t even begun what he has started, and we have not paused for a condom once.
Fire
Written by Danny Jay, Sung by Lucky Jones, Composed by JINKS
I don’t care about the hate, the hate that is crushing me, the fire that is burning me
The shield still won’t protect me from the curse, forcing me away to grab you free
I can’t open the door, it won’t let me inside, I can’t open my way inside, I hear you, I’m trying
The blow fires me away
Fire, Heaven, God what now!
Fire¸ Water, Pain has me now!
Smoking, Inhaling, take me now!
Burning, Cursing, Breathing inside of me now!
I feel it, don’t you feel it, it’s overtaking us to another place, another place in time
The curse that binds us will never override us, we will be always have another crime
Don’t you see why I am saving you now, my life can’t be forever without you by my side
Nothing is more important than my heart beat next to yours, don’t you see I need you
The blow fires you away
Fire, Heaven, God what now!
Fire, Water, Pain has me now!
Smoking, Inhaling, take me now!
Burning, Cursing, Breathing inside of me now!
Air won’t matter anymore
My body is shutting down
Won’t you fight for me to live
Because I can’t stand to be without you
SHE WAS SWEET, SALTY, HOT, like my own melted piece of candy, right in my own goddamned mouth. I haven’t tasted pussy this amazing since the last time we were together. I can’t ever imagine tasting another one, other than hers. I am done—done being with other women. She is it for me.
Once she bursted inside my mouth, I took hold of her and let her lick herself off my tongue; she went fucking crazy over it. We were both on fire after that. Her dress came off in an instant, setting her hair wildly around her shoulders; my jeans and shirt were thrown across the floor and before I knew it I was inside of her. Inside my Faith—she will never be forbidden ever again. Not as long as I am alive will I ever let anyone get in between us. My dick is the only thing that will be placed in the middle, connecting us, matching us like a puzzle.
Just as I promised, I made her come a second time as I pulverized into her over and over until I planted every last bit of myself inside her. I wanted to howl like a wolf it felt so extreme, so insanely out of this world, it was impossible to un-connect from her body. I never wanted to leave her—ever. I wanted to feel this good all the time and make her feel it with me. How I was going to make it on the four month long tour without her in my arms? I have no clue—it will be torture. Therefore I will make sure that every moment we have together will be what we have right here, right now.
I could tell Faith was exhausted, but I wanted to clean us up. What more perfect way to end our evening than to take the last part of my promise straight to the shower? Soap, slippery hands, slippery ass, beautiful perky, rounded tits—they were designed for my hands only—and I got to wash every last inch. In an instant my dick got hard when she started to play with my nipple rings; she tugged on them, licked each one as she grabbed me and started stroking me. Two can play at this game. I made her gasp when I picked her up and pushed her underneath the water, letting it drip down her hair, her face and placing her against the wall. I pushed my way inside her again and watched her come undone a third time. I kissed those protruding red nipples, played with her pussy, devoured those bow tie lips until they were plump and swollen. She was now mine. I am marking her, imprinting my soul, my heart, my love right inside of her. No one will ever take her away from me—not one fucking person.
Having Faith in my arms all night was the best sleep I have had in very long time. I wanted to feel like this for the rest of my life. I am going to make up the five years we were separated and make each night feel like a new beginning.
We were facing one another when I woke up in the morning. I stared at her for almost an hour while she still slept soundly, watching her breathe, looking at her body twitch from a dream she must have been having. The way her hands are curled next to her face makes her look innocent, yet beautiful and incredibly sexy. The sheet is covering the top of her waist while the rest of her body is exposed; her perfec
t tits are impossible not to touch so I braise my fingers along the tips of her nipples and gradually cup one with my hand squeezing it. She starts to stir and moves closer toward me. I happily take hold of her body and bring our chests together and kiss her forehead. She makes a murmuring sound as she stretches her legs and wraps them around mine.
My cock has awaken.
“Good morning.”
“Mmmm. Good morning,” she replies with a lazy smile. All I can do is grin and stare at her. I take her and hug her closer into my chest, resting my chin on top her head, feeling her breath on my skin when she says, “Last night was . . . . . .”
She can’t even get the words out, I know exactly how she’s feeling. “Yeah, I know. Can’t describe it.”
I really love touching her, rubbing her bared skin. I kiss the top of her head, squeezing her warm body, which drives her hand to flicker onto my dick, which drives me to put my dick right back inside of her where it belongs.
After our morning “wake up session” Faith and I finally have the discussion that has been long past due which needs to be reopened and resolved. I just hope she opens her heart and forgives me.
She is straddling me, naked, hair gorgeously unkempt, and is lightly playing with my nipple rings while my hands hold her waist. “You betrayed me and I don’t know how to get past it.”
I take a breath. “Your father put me in a really bad position. He blackmailed me, saying he would expose my moms drug habit, destroy my future in music, take everything away from me if I didn’t stop seeing you. He had me under his thumb, Faith, and he knew it. I couldn’t risk it.”
Her eyes widen. “But I could have helped you!”
“No, you couldn’t. Your father is one wealthy, powerful man. He has ties with everyone and if I stepped out of his boundaries. . . . . . he would have taken you down with me.” I take a strand of her hair and twist it around my finger as we focus on each others eyes. “You know I’m right.”
“So. . . . you took the money.”
“Yeah, I took it.”
“Did you spend it?”
Without hesitating I reply, “I did.”
“What?” she gasps, eyes wide.