Damn, I wanted to smack that grin off his perfectly chiseled face. A beautiful face attached to a perfect muscular body. Big smoldering grey eyes and a day's worth of stubble on his face.
Not as ruggedly handsome as Theo’s, and Theo was the man making all my dreams come true.
Some might call me a slut because I own my sexuality. I don’t bother to correct them. But the one thing I was not was a homewrecker. The way Theo went after Sabrina in New York when we ran into her at the opera… I’d give almost anything to have a man look at me that way.
Not to mention how kind Sabrina had been to me every time I had to come to Tranquility to record or take care of other business. Throw in Lizzy, the cutest baby in the whole world, and you have the recipe for the perfect family.
So no, I was not going to harbor any fantasies about Theo. I’d be more likely to throat punch anyone who tried to come between them. Which reminded me, I really should throat punch Maddox and Baden for that stupid stunt they pulled that had Sabrina hiding out in New York in the first place.
The idiots recorded her and her trainer working out. The brother’s unfiltered commentaries made the session practically pornographic. The damn video was uploaded to the band fan site and quickly became tabloid fodder. Luckily, true love prevailed, and Prince Theo found his Princess Sabrina at the opera. They found their happily ever after.
“Baden, you down there?” a robust masculine voice echoed from the top of the stairs.
“Yeah, come on down. Are the boys with you?” Baden called back.
“Four strong backs, just like you asked,” I saw Maddox descend the stairs. Behind him was his girlfriend Kitt. I liked Kitt. She and I had talked about her role at Bentley Records and how she was going to help me get Ashley and Amber on the same program she set for Maddox so they could complete their GEDs.
They would be starting late and would have to try to finish while on tour. I promised Kitt I would help in any way I could. The first step was getting us situated in Tranquility. The small seaside town where Bentley Records was trying to take flight in the music industry.
Four big strong men were coming down the stairs with my bed. They were treating it as if it were precious metal. I guess I was more than vocal about how much my grandmother’s bed meant to me if Baden took the time to explain its importance to the guys carrying it into my room and set it up.
Baden was continually rattling on about how he wanted us to think of Bentley Records as a family. I had personal experience in how a close family was supposed to act. Time would tell if Baden’s representation was genuine, or if he was like every other sleazy rock star I’d had the displeasure of meeting.
Chapter 5
Baden
I did my damndest to get to the house before Crystal and her father arrived. It took a little longer than I had anticipated getting rid of my latest project. I’d always made the terms of any relationship I started clear from the beginning. I would teach them every filthy way there was to please a man. Once they were fully trained, our arrangement would end. They would be cut loose and free to use that knowledge however they wanted. Or for whomever, they wished to please.
Just not me.
It was getting harder to filter the true innocents from the fake ones. My reputation was well known, and this would not have been the first time someone tried to deceive me. This one lied and said she was a virgin. Like I couldn’t tell the difference.
Oh, she looked the part—sexy, yet demure, attire. A pair of skinny jeans tucked into black ankle boots. A simple t-shirt that draped over her large breasts, but was not obscene. Her hair lay in soft waves around her heart-shaped face; light makeup and understated pink lipstick on soft pillowy lips.
Before I started any relationship I had our security team do a full background check. I was careful about not encouraging stalkers or underage groupies. This one should have deleted her social media account before attempting to deceive me.
Everything about her was fake. Including her lack of experience. It didn’t matter to me that she wasn’t a virgin. Only that she had lied. And she definitely didn’t need me to teach her anything. She could have taught me a thing or two.
She was positive that once we had sex, I would never be able to let her go. She tried to convince me she was the one woman in the world with the golden pussy that would have me giving up all other women.
My attempts to gently let her down did not go as planned. It took me longer to dislodge myself from her grasp and get the hell out of her apartment. On my way to Crystal’s house, I made the decision that I was going to be too busy with mentoring Divine Chrysalis to take on any new prospects. At least for the time being.
Once we were back on the road, Bad Dog could make a reappearance. This time, I was going to have to go it alone. My wingman, my brother Maddox, fell in love. He would not be cruising for any hookups while we were on tour.
I liked his girlfriend Kitt. She used to live across the street from us when we were kids. When she came to Bentley Records, I flirted with her notoriously. However, she chose my brother. It came as no surprise. He used to tease her as kids. Pull her braids and make fun of her big brown cow patty eyes and thick-framed glasses. He had a thing for her back then. Only his twelve-year-old brain hadn’t processed it yet.
I pulled up to the address I had sent Crystal last week. The U-Haul’s back door was open, and her father was standing next to the truck. I remembered him from one of the meetings that took place between Divine Chrysalis and Bentley Records.
I knew the minute I saw the two of them walking into Bentley that they were related. He had the same snow-white hair and eyes; although her father’s had a more defined pink tone to his. I went online and read about oculocutaneous albinism. I made it a point not to stare.
I parked on the road and made my way to Crystal’s father. “You made good time getting here.” I offered my hand.
He looked down at it like I might have something contagious before taking it in a not so gentle handshake. Once he released it, I wanted to shake it out. Fuck, that man had a grip, and something about the way he shook my hand let me know he was not pleased about something.
“Looks like there’s been some miscommunication, Mr. Dogger.” I noticed Crystal rolling her eyes behind her father’s back. He pointed to the back of the truck. “Chrissy doesn’t have an empty room to set up her bed.”
I had to correct this assumption before Crystal’s father decided I needed another handshake.
“That’s why I was hoping to beat you here.” I made my way to the house, not waiting for a formal invitation. The door was left open, so I took the opportunity to clear up any misconceptions.
“Follow me” I waved over my shoulder. I didn’t bother looking to see if they followed me. I was sure they would. I made my way down the hallway and opened the door under the stairs. I turned on the light and made my way down. I heard the thud of footsteps behind me.
I silently chuckled.
When we reached the bottom, I turned to find Crystal’s mouth agape. Her father’s expression, on the other hand, had softened. He might have even been impressed with the layout.
The basement had been converted into a large rec room with lots of amenities to keep the girls occupied in between studio sessions, rehearsing and performing. In other words, none of this would likely get used.
I motioned for Crystal to open one of the doors at the far end of the room. The one that she would be using as her bedroom. Theo decided that it might be better for the girls to each have their own room instead of sharing.
They would be spending enough time together preparing for the tour. Theo believed it was important that they each had that one place they could find peace by themselves.
By the look on Crystal’s face, I would say Theo was right.
“That leads to a full bathroom like the one upstairs,” I pointed to the door she had been staring at. “On the other side is another room like this one for Jade. You'll have to share the bathroom.�
� Then I leaned in and whispered, hoping her father was far enough away to not hear me. “You’ll only have to share your bedroom if you want to.” A slight gasp escaped her lips. Did I shock her? I had no disillusions where Crystal was concerned. She had made herself perfectly clear that she was not one of those doe-eyed groupies hoping to get schooled by the famous Baden Dogger.
“Baden, you down there?” my brother’s loud voice echoed from the top of the stairs.
“Yeah, come on down. Are the boys with you?” I had asked him to find four strong roadies to help the girls move in. I was hoping to get here before anyone had to carry heavy boxes themselves. Crystal and her father had already taken care of her things. I saw boxes lining the hallway when I came in.
I made it very clear to Maddox when he got here to have the boys bring Crystal’s stuff downstairs. I was equally clear on the fact that her bed was a most precious possession. If any of those muscled brain idiots did anything other than treating it like gold, they would not be considered for the crew coming on the road with us this fall.
If they could prove they cared about something as simple as someone's bed, then I knew they would treat our equipment with the utmost care. Yes, I was testing the new roadies.
“Four strong backs, just like you asked.” Maddox hit the bottom of the stairs. Not far behind him was his girlfriend, Kitt. She looked like she was ready to roll up her sleeves and help.
She walked over and hugged Crystal. “Nice to see you again.” She looked over to where Crystal’s father was standing. “This has to be your father.” She didn’t leave room for questions as she went over and offered her hand. He took it gently, not like the hard grip he had done with mine.
“This is my father, Byron.” Crystal made the introductions.
“Chrissy, honey, why don’t you and your friend go upstairs and prepare lunch while the guys bring down the rest of your stuff,” Bryon asked. If I had suggested that, I probably would have been called a sexist pig for the insinuation that it was the women's place in the kitchen.
“Okay, Dad, I’ll check for a cold beer while I'm up there.” She announced as she followed Kitt up the stairs.
“What the fuck was that?” Maddox scratched his head. “If I had asked Kitt to go make me some lunch, I would have gotten a slap to the back of the head.”
“My Chrissy is a real daddy’s girl. She can be a handful at times, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.” There was a slight sadness to his voice. “I’m going to miss her, but she’s not my baby anymore, and I have to let her live her own life.”
I had a hard time reconciling the bad-ass rocker chick I had come to know with the woman Byron called daddy’s girl.
It didn’t take long to set things up. We headed upstairs for lunch. Crystal's father had one beer then announced that he had to be getting back so he could return the U-Haul before the rental place closed. The roadies were not far behind.
Maddox and Kitt said their goodbyes.
That left Crystal and me alone to wait for the other girls to show up. Helping them unload was not going to take long. The girls said all they were bringing were a few suitcases full of clothes and personal toiletries. There was no need to keep the guys here all day waiting.
“I noticed you brought your bedding?” I knew we told them we had supplied the house with all the basics. That included the bedding.
“Yes, I like my 1800 thread count microfiber. Plus, they match my comforter and pillow.” She was unapologetic. The girl knew what she liked. I couldn’t fault her for that.
“Do you want some help making your bed?” Okay, that sounded like a line. It wasn’t. I swear I was only trying to be helpful.
“Yeah, that would be great.” I guess she thought so as well, and we made our way downstairs.
“Maybe you can help me with my books.” She pointed to several boxes that had not made it into the room.
I stared at the Kindle sitting on the floor near her bed. I pinched my eyebrows in confusion.
She stomped over and poked me in the chest with her long, red fingernail. “I’m not some bimbo blond that doesn’t know how to read.” She was pissed. I guess the look I gave her sent her into a tizzy. I was usually better at hiding my expressions. For some reason, I always seem to let my guard down around her.
“Don’t get your thong in a bunch,” I nipped at her finger still poking in my chest. “I saw your Kindle and wondered why you would need five boxes of books.”
She had calmed down enough to step out of my personal space. “There’s nothing like holding a real book and turning a page. The Kindle’s great for the road, but when I’m home, I like my books.” She lifted one to her nose. “And there’s nothing like the smell.”
I did what she asked and brought over one of the boxes marked ‘books’ and sliced open the tape holding the box closed. “Do you want these in any particular order?” I asked before stacking the books all willy-nilly.
She laughed at my question. “No, just get the boxes closer, and I can sort them how I like.”
I watched as she continued to open boxes and lay the contents on the mattress that had yet to see bedding put on it. The thunk of the knife I had been using echoed through the room when I dropped it at my feet.
The contents she had emptied on her bed were sex toys. Mini bullets, dildos, a vibrator, and condoms.
She picked them up and casually threw them in her nightstand, ignoring the smoldering glare projected at her.
“What,” she cocked her head, “you don’t use toys?”
I comically nodded yes in response. “Do you know how to use those toys?” That was the better question.
She stood toe to toe, lifting her chin to meet my eyes. I’d forgotten how tall she was. Even without her mile-high come-fuck-me heels.
“Every single one.” I watched her pink tongue dance across her lips after her declaration.
“What’s the matter, Bad Dog?” She faked a pout. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”
“Oh, I can take it, sweetheart.” I knew better than to let her get under my skin.
“You know what I think,” she stood on her tiptoes and whispered against my ear. “I think you would know what to do with a tongue piercing.” She pulled back and laughed. She was playing with me, and she was winning.
“I don’t need a tongue piercing, sweetheart.” She wasn’t the only one who knew how to play this game. “I’ve got a piercing that the ladies can’t get enough of as it is.” Her eyes went wide as I stared down at my crotch.
“You’ve got a Prince Albert?” She was on her knees, unbuckling my belt before I knew what was happening. “Holy fuck,” she exclaimed. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” she enticed.
I clasped her small wrist in my hands and gave her my signature panty-melting smirk. I raised her to her feet and gently dropped her on the mattress.
She bit her bottom lip before slowly unbuttoning her cut-offs. They had been driving me crazy all day. The curve of her butt cheeks peeked out from underneath every time she bent over to pick something up. It wasn’t going to take much to get her out of them.
She lowered her zipper then pointed to mine. “Your turn.” So this was how she was going to play it. I did what she asked; I lowered my zipper.
She shimmied out of her shorts and dropped them on the floor. Leaving her in her pink panties.
I lost my jeans, leaving me in my boxers.
“On three?” she asked.
I nodded confirmation.
“One,” she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her lacy bikini panties. I slid my thumbs in the elastic of my black boxers.
“Two,” she smiled with hooded lust-filled eyes.
“Three,” she yanked off her panties and opened her long, milky white, toned legs.
I dropped my boxers, and my cock sprang free, hard and purple from being teased. I had the worst case of blue balls I have ever had. Straining the tip was my Prince Albert. On the bed winking at me was
a tiny ruby jewel surrounded by wet pink lips.
I was not the only one affected.
Fuck, she was gorgeous—splayed out on the bed in front of me. Unashamed of her beauty. Confident in her sexuality. Not afraid to take what she wanted or to give what was needed.
Was this what I had been depriving myself of all these years?
Chapter 6
Crystal
Well, fuck me! He had the most gorgeous cock I had ever seen. Long, wide, hard as nails and standing at full mast. The piercing attached to the end was the icing on the cake. A curved rod with a ball bearing on each end. Waiting to be touched. To be drilled into a wet waiting hole.
The only question I had was which hole did it want—my mouth or my pussy. Personally, I would pick my pussy, but I would settle for him letting me suck him off. It didn’t appear as if he was going to refuse me either way. The heated looks he was throwing me under hooded eyes had my heating core melting.
“Can I touch it?” I asked after I made sure he got an eye full of what I was offering.
“Sure, sweetheart.” He stood still as I lifted myself off the bed to my knees and made my way over to the side. I ran my thumb across the head, careful not to put too much pressure on the piercing. My thumb was wet and sticky from his precum. I was not the only one who was wet and needy.
I looked him in the eye and licked my lips. He nodded slowly up and down while he hissed through clenched teeth. I lowered my mouth and circled my tongue around the tip of his cock. It twitched under my touch. I ran my hand along his long, hard shaft before opening my mouth and taking it all the way to the back of my throat.
I was exceptionally talented at oral. It was how I was able to hold onto my virginity until prom night. I’d practiced with my very first vibrator. I babysat the infuriating Forgues boys three weekends in a row to earn enough money to buy my first toy. The sole purpose was so that I could learn to give good head. If I could keep my boyfriend satisfied with enough blowjobs, he would stop pressuring me to put out.
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