After throwing on my 501s, my Coldplay T-shirt—best band ever—and my Chuck Taylors, I’m ready to head out. Until my brother's ringtone sets my teeth on edge. I answer with a clipped, “Sup?” through my teeth. I’d like to add ‘asshole’ to the end, but Landon wouldn’t find it funny. At all.
“I’m going to do the talking, Lucas, and I just want you to listen. Mom has requested your presence at the house on Saturday for a family get-together. Be there by two p.m. and don’t bring the band. She specifically requested you come alone. It begins at two, so don’t be late.” Then the line goes dead.
Was it something I said?
Landon Knight is my older brother, a brilliant attorney, and a douchebag. Who loves ordering me around. Unfortunately, I let him since he controls every cent I own. My trust fund, to be exact. The only money lining my pocket is the monthly check he sends me and whatever the band pulls in on any weekend. It pays the bills, so I’m not complaining. Every time he tells me to jump, I ask how high. So I’ll be going to the family get-together on Saturday whether I want to or not. I have no choice.
By the time I get to Trevor’s house, I’m in a foul mood. I’m not sure if it’s because of my brother's call or my lack of sleep in the last thirty-six hours. Either way, I need to get it together since our big gig with Existential is next weekend. I can’t screw this up.
I haven’t even stepped inside the house when several hands reach out to grab my notebook. Fuck! They didn’t just go there. “Hey, knock it off. Go sit your asses down and I’ll play the songs for you.” I glare as Jet, Willow, and Trevor go scurrying off like a pack of rats. Jeez. Grabby little critters.
All three of them huddle on the black leather sofa, while I grab my guitar and set everything up. I haven’t memorized all the words yet, since I did this on the fly. I’m nervous, which isn’t anything new. I’m always nervous when I play one of my songs for the first time. So taking a deep breath, I play a few chords and begin…
Why did I cut myself open
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Now I’m lying here broken
With an aching need
To stitch up the hurt
Like some tattered old shirt
Abandoned, unwanted,
Cast-off and discarded.
‘Cause you’re a distraction
A fatal attraction
Seeping into my bones
Running through my veins…
My heart’s racing by the time I sing the last note of the third song. The room is eerily quiet. I could hear a pin drop. That’s not normal. Not when there’s a room full of musicians. Hesitantly, I take a deep breath and glance up from my notebook. And I’m dumbfounded by what I see. Willow’s cheeks are streaked with tears. Jet’s staring at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. And Trevor, well, he’s hard to read because he’s staring at the floor. Truth be told, I don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone else thinks of me. But these three are my lifeline. So yeah, I care what they think. “C’mon you guys. Say something. Anything. You’re killing me here.”
Trevor’s head immediately snaps up. “Those three songs could be the best you’ve ever written, Lucas. I don’t understand what you did differently, but if you keep it up, we’ll get a record deal hands down. Hey, you even made Willow cry.”
Jet’s quick to cut him off. “Are we here to practice or are we going to sit around all night, telling Lucas how wonderful he is. ‘Cause last time I checked, his ego didn’t need inflating.”
He’s so right. And I’m speechless when Willow jumps off the couch to give me a hug. What the hell? This is odd because she’s not a touchy-feely kinda girl. She’s a bad-ass chick through and through. “Great job, Pipes. Now I’m itching to practice.”
Well, shit. She just took the words right out of my mouth.
***
Abby
I crawled out of bed at eleven so I could get to Java Joe’s by noon. It didn’t give me much time to feel human again, but partying into the wee hours of the morning is no one’s fault but my own. And I just know it’s going to be a long day at work because they always are when you want it to go by fast. My bad, but live and learn. I always tell myself I’ll never go out the night before, but then my dumbass does what she wants to do, so screw it.
“Abby, I’m taking my break. I’ll be back in thirty.” Carla grabs her purse underneath the counter and rushes out the door. I don’t blame her, she’s been here since six this morning. Working a twelve-hour day on your feet is tough in this business.
When the lunch crowd comes rushing in, I try not to complain. Wouldn’t do me a damn bit of good since I manage the joint and no one wants to listen to the boss whining. Besides, I have tomorrow off and I’m spending the day with my girls. We’ll shop till we drop and go grab a late brunch. I think it’s going to be tons of fun and I could use a new bra and panty set. It might come in handy if I hook up again with a certain someone.
Carla comes back just in time to help me with the last-minute lunch crowd. Sal goes back to what he was doing before giving me a hand. Once we catch up, I grab a cup of coffee and head into the back, so I can place my weekly order before it’s too late. Booting up the laptop, I click on the order form and twenty minutes later I’m enjoying my lukewarm Joe. I could nuke it, I suppose, but I’d rather just hide in here for a few more minutes. It’s so peaceful.
Bad idea, since my mind wanders to Lucas. Yeah, I got it bad, but I know it’s a no-brainer. I swear, the guy’s got more girls than a pharmacy has pills. I know I’m just another notch in his headboard or belt or whatever they’re saying these days. But a girl can dream. God, that man has a tongue that can curl like I’ve never seen, and don’t get me started on his cock. Suffice it to say, he can make me scream like no other. He’s a gifted sex addict, which translates to him having a ton of practice. And you know practice makes perfect, and he is perfection personified! No worries, he’s clean and always wears a condom. He’s the only guy I know who gets tested once a month and brings his damn doctor’s note along tucked in his jeans. Gotta love him.
Grabbing my empty cup, I head into the shop since I have work to do. The day speeds by as we prepare for the dinner crowd that flocks in after work. I love keeping busy, so it’s a win for me. Not too many lulls in this shop, since we serve the best coffee in town. One thing my brother did right. No skimping on the coffee beans and the Colombian blend he buys for the shop. That and he hired me, not that I’m patting myself on the back. No, not at all.
An invisible tug has me glancing out the window. Seconds later a sexy man with a thick head of hair bustles by. My traitorous heart knows it’s Lucas. Why do I feel so much angst and desire whenever he’s near is beyond me. Yes, he’s fucking hot, but there are tons of other men in the world who are. Hell, New York is full of them.
Shaking my head, I take the next order and try putting him out of my mind. To say it’s impossible would be an understatement. That man has crawled beneath my skin, and no matter how hard I’ve tried scrubbing him clean, I can’t get him out of my head. So damn frustrating since he hasn’t given me a second thought. If he did, he’d have strutted in here to grab a cup of coffee. It’s obvious he had to rush home for tonight’s hook-up. Why does that bother me so much?
I don’t have too much time to dwell on it before the next customer steps forward. Imagine my surprise when one of my tormentors from high school stands face-to-face with me. Wonderful. Just when I was having a decent day.
“Abigail?” she says. “Oh my goodness, it is you, isn’t it? Last I knew you were off to NYU to get a business degree.” Her harrumph pisses me off, but I need to keep my cool even though my hands are trembling.
“Sarah, is it?” I ask, my head cocked to the side. Pretending I don’t recognize her is a win in my book.
“Um, no, it’s Sadie.” I need to bite my cheek so I don’t smile. “Well, can I get an iced latte with almond milk please?”
“Coming right up.” Now that my back is facing her
, I smile. Fuck her and her almighty attitude. She might have intimidated me in high school, but those days are over. I complete her order and wear my best customer service smile. “Here you go, Sadie. Enjoy!”
She places the cup on the counter so Carla can ring her out, but I’m taken aback when they engage in a bit of conversation. Sadie’s scowling when she glances in my direction before walking out the door. Okay, what the hell was that all about? I don’t need to wait long before my co-worker saunters over with a mischievous grin.
“Bitch was talking smack about you, but don’t you worry. I told her you owned the place and was valedictorian of your graduating class. Wiped the smug look right off her face. One little white lie ain’t going to hurt.”
Score for Carla!
3
Lucas
The Sinful Seven sounded totally bad-ass last night, and I’m looking forward to our gig next weekend. Unfortunately, I have to go to my parents’ this weekend before that can happen, so I’ve been doing everything I can to keep my mind occupied. Like watching porn, masturbating, and fucking as many women as humanely possible in a twenty-four-hour period. I know, I know. It’s tough, but nothing I can’t handle. And since I haven’t gone blind yet, it’s all good.
Speaking of which, there’s a naked woman waiting for me in my bedroom. And just so ya know, she has piercings in places that would make a porn star blush. And tats that slither and intertwine in all kinds of intricate patterns. My dick’s twitching in anticipation as we speak, but nature came a calling, so I had to drain the main vein. Now I gotta run so I can take care of something that just came up.
Again!
I come to a screeching halt the moment I round the corner. Well, well, well, she’s started without me. Oh Angel, you’re such a naughty girl! Stop! I hear all of you snickering, but I swear that’s her God-given name. I nonchalantly fold my arms across my chest and watch the scene play out. When her eyes flutter open and land on my hard-on, a wicked grin spreads across her face. I’m enthralled as she tickles her pussy with one hand and flicks her pierced nipples with the other.
“Care to join me, Lucas?”
Don’t get me wrong. I’m more than up for the task, but I’ve already come twice. And Angel—well—as far as I can tell, she’s already had four orgasms. Four! Either she’s a nympho or I’m that damn good. If I had to take a guess, I’d say it’s the latter.
“I’m going to sit this one out, baby.” Her sexy grin becomes a frown in less than a nanosecond. Aw, that’s kind of sweet. She wants my dick to replace her hand. Well, so do I, but she must wait. For now, I want to be one of those voyeurs who sits back and watches all the action from the sidelines. Just this once. And if she climaxes one more time, then I’ll fuck her so hard she’ll feel me for days. Maybe weeks.
I stride into the room and sit on the edge of the bed. Far enough away so she can’t reach me, but close enough to watch her every move. “Be a good girl and rub your clit, Angel. If you make it nice and hard, I’ll suck it for you.” Fuck, I love watching her middle finger circle her tiny pink bud. And the fact that she obeys my every command, well, it’s a powerful aphrodisiac. In fact, so much so it causes me to fist my cock and give it a few quick pumps.
When her hips buck up against her hand, I know she’s close. And if I allow her to come, that will make number five.
Holy shit! “Hands on the bed. Now!”
“No, Lucas. I’m so close.”
I was a fool in thinking I could just sit back and watch. Apparently, I’m no good at voyeurism. I’m hands down, one hundred percent, a participant. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Hands. On. The. Bed. Now.” I can’t help chuckling when she slams her clenched fists against the mattress. My, my, my. She’s a feisty one. I love, feisty. This Angel will definitely be on my callback list. She’s been the best entertainment I’ve had in quite some time.
“Lucas…” Did I mention how much I love it when they beg? Well, I do. So, you must excuse me while I give her some one-on-one.
Slowly, I creep up the bed and pin her hands to the mattress. God, I want to do all kinds of dirty, kinky things to this girl. And I know she’d let me, because in Angel, I believe I’ve met my match. So, it’s really a shame that I can’t commit. That I’m more of a unique flavor of the month kinda guy. ‘Cause this Angel is definitely not a ‘vanilla’ kinda girl.
Clearly, she’s anticipating my next move. I can tell by the way her chest rises and falls in deep, shallow breaths. God, I desperately want to tie her up and fuck her silly. But she’s def not a submissive, and I’m no Dom. I just like a little kink now and again. And Angel would be the perfect partner.
“Stop procrastinating, Lucas, and just fucking do it.”
Whoa, did she just give me permission to do my thing? My dick’s screaming at me to move, so I quickly let go of her hands, reach beneath my pillows, and grab the restraints. Within seconds, I bound her hands. She looks so fucking hot tethered to my bed. Especially now that her clitoral piercing is glistening with her arousal. Time’s a ticking. I need to restrain her ankles before she changes her mind.
She doesn’t even flinch or try pulling away when I restrain her. What a good girl. My cock throbs in anticipation when I realize Angel wants this as badly as I do. I place myself between her trembling thighs and bury my face inside her very essence. Lapping, licking, and sucking on her clit like I promised her I would, while giving her piercing the attention it so deserves by tugging at it with my teeth. When she moans, I insert two fingers inside her slippery channel. Instantly, her legs stiffen and her body trembles with her imminent release.
“Oh God, Lucas. I’m gonna come all over your face!”
I continue my ministrations until she twists and turns. As much as the restraints will allow. She’s trying to get away, but I’m not finished with her yet. Not by a long shot. I slide off the bed, grab a condom, and blanket my body with hers so we’re eye to eye. For the first time tonight, she looks anxious. “Don’t be afraid, baby. Pleasure is my only vice, not pain. Now, I’m going to fuck you. Is that alright with you?” When she nods, I quickly use my teeth to rip open the foil packet.
***
Abby
Sleeping in late was just what I needed, but now I need to rush around to get ready to go shopping with my girls. I love getting together with them, knowing that we won’t be clubbing and drinking it up. Normally, we go shopping and grab a late brunch. Chat about the boys, their fucking, and all the drama that goes along with it. Sometimes I’m glad that I don’t have those problems, but other times it would be nice to have a warm body close to me at night. Ya know, for the times when I’m feeling horny and I don’t need to take matters into my own hands.
That reminds me, I need to pick up some batteries.
I’ve just stepped out of the shower when there’s a knock on the door. Shit. I thought I had more time, but a quick look at my phone tells me my girls are right on time. “Coming!” I holler as I wrap my robe around my still damp skin. Sliding the lock, I open the door and my girls push their way in.
“I told you she wouldn’t be ready, didn’t I?” I’m put out when Beth slaps a ten-dollar bill in her hand. What the fuck? They made a bet that I wouldn’t be dressed? Wonderful!
“I didn’t know I was that predictable. Did you forget, I’m the only one in this room that gets up at four in the morning on most days? Not everyone has a nine-to-five like the both of you.”
“Bitch, you have a business degree and you were valedictorian of your class. Hmm, maybe that’s why your parents are pissed that you’re making coffee instead of running a Fortune five hundred company.” My heart sinks and I swear I’m going to trip on it if I don’t move. I’m hurt. Deeply. This is the reason I have so much trouble hanging out with girls. They’ve been my nemesis since high school, and I don’t know why I thought these two would have my back. But I refuse to give them the power. I’ll get dressed, go shopping, and pretend like everything is normal. Some things ne
ver change, I guess.
“Give me ten minutes and we’ll leave. It’s not like you need to rush home to anyone.” Okay, I’m being petty, but I can’t help it. I need to get a few digs in, too.
“True that,” Beth murmurs over her shoulder. I think I made my point. Oh well. Sorry not sorry.
Nine and three-quarter minutes later, I walk out of my room and head for the door. Thank god I applied my makeup after my shower. Not that it makes a big difference, but I feel better knowing it’s there. Confidence is a crazy bitch and I don’t want to mess with her. Payback and all.
We take Beth’s car since hers is a four-door. Nothing graceful about trying to get in and out of the backseat of a two-door. You get the picture. Right?
Talk about shop until you drop! There’s no way we can bring all these bags with us to brunch, so we head to the car so we can drop them in the trunk. Hands-free not only applies to driving, it works for brunch, too.
Now in the restaurant, I hate to admit that I am having a good time. The mood changed since I didn’t make a big deal about their tirade. I’ve learned a long time ago to just let it go. Maybe it was wrong to drop it, maybe it’s the reason I still have so much animosity about being bullied in school. Who knows, but the cuts still run deep and I’ll be damned if I open up old wounds right here. I’ve only known Cheryl and Beth for a few years. Maybe a part of them is jealous since I was smart in school and I tutored them.
Time flies by with the wine flowing, sexy banter, and tons of great food. By the time we’re ready to pay the check, the crowd has thinned out tremendously and the day has turned into dusk. Now all I can think about is soaking in a nice hot bath. I’m sure my feet will thank me tomorrow when I have to open.
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