Текст книги "The Song Remains the Same"

Автор книги: Kelli Jean

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Kenna

Tiny exploded onto the bus, huffing, wheezing, and sweating. “Doc! Doc!”

Crouched down, digging out some ingredients from the freezer, I replied, “What?”

“Gordy’s been hurt. He dropped a speaker on his foot, and it might be broken.”

Rushing to the back of the bus, I grabbed my emergency medic bag and followed Tiny to the backstage area. People were crawling all over the place, trying to get a look at the scene.

“For fuck’s sake!” I shouted. “All this for a squashed foot? Move it!”

People parted to allow Tiny and me through the gathered crowd. Gordy, one of my favorite roadies, was laid out on his back. His pale face was covered in a cold sweat, his sandy hair plastered on his forehead. His pupils dilated with pain as he attempted to smile when he spotted me.

“Hey, Dr. Kenna,” he said, his voice tight.

Every time someone called me Dr. Kenna, Lucy’s words would resound through my head.

“Dr. Kenna? I’m stuck.”

“Hey, Gordy.” I gave him a smile, pushing the memory of Lucy’s voice out of my head. Such was the aftermath of trauma. Occasionally, I’d still have nightmares of that horrific day, but I was able to rationalize my way through it. “What happened?”

“Dropped a speaker on my foot.”

“Who took off your shoe?”

“I did,” said Steve.

Gordy’s foot was swelling. Peeling off the sock, I saw that the foot was indeed busted. It seemed the edge of the speaker had landed right on top of his foot, breaking it clean in half.

“Has someone called an ambulance?” I asked calmly.

Tiny got on that while Gordy grew even paler.

“It’s that bad?” he asked.

“Can you move your toes for me?” I asked, avoiding his question.

His attempt to move them looked extremely painful, and he proved that he could not. His foot was rapidly turning a hideous violet-black. I gently palpated to find the extent of the break.

“Oh God!” he gasped.

Checking his face, I could see he was going to faint. I elevated both his feet. Steve helped me by propping crates beneath Gordy’s knees. From my medic bag, I pulled out two splints, quickly stabilized the foot, wrapped it with sterile gauze, and very gently placed an ice pack on top.

“Stay with me, Gordy. I know it hurts, but I need you to keep talking to me, okay?”

“Just tell me if it’s bad,” he begged, his voice strained.

“It’s broken, but you’ll be fine. I promise. Other than this, how has your day been so far? What did you have for breakfast?”

He mumbled on about eggs, doughnuts, and bacon.

“Oh. Well, no wonder he keeps your ugly ass around,” the venomous Swiss bitch hissed.

I scooted back toward Gordy’s head.

“Does he fuck you, so he doesn’t have to pay you? Is that it?”

Looking up, I saw that Brigid had taken a seat on the speaker Gordy had dropped on himself. After spending the last few days with the love of my life, all I could feel was pity for the poor woman.

“What the fuck is she talking about?” Gordy grunted through gritted teeth. “We don’t fuck. You’re Phil’s Baby Girl.”

Smoothing back the damp hair from his forehead, I told him, “Don’t listen to her, Gordy. I need you to be relaxed. Think you can manage that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, but it fuckin’ hurts.”

“You’re doing great,” I told him. “When the EMTs get here, I need you to do everything that they ask, okay?”

“Okay.”

“It’s going to be fine. Once you’re at the hospital, they’ll give you something for the pain, and you’ll get some X-rays done. No biggie, right?”

“Right.”

“Then, they’ll fix you up, and we’ll take you home. Where do you live? Do you live in New Orleans?”

“Yeah. Went to school with the guys.”

“You’ve been friends for a long time, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Hearing running footsteps, I looked up, expecting to see the EMTs, but I instead saw Phil and X barreling down the hallway.

Pulling up short, Phil crouched down beside me and took Gordy’s hand. “Gordy, man, what the hell did you do to yourself?”

I shook my head, my eyes telling him not to mention the injury to avoid stressing the poor man out. “He was just telling me about how you guys all went to school together.”

“He’s been with us the whole time,” said Phil warmly, catching on. “Haven’t you, Gordy?”

Gordy grimaced in an attempt to smile. “Since the garage days.”

“He has always been a part of the group,” chirped Brigid.

Looking at her now, I saw a fevered glow in her eyes and a gray tinge on her flesh. Either she was on something, or she was rapidly deteriorating in the mental health department. Hell, maybe it was both.

Surprised, Phil shot his eyes up to see his ex. He opened his mouth to say something, but the EMTs and Tiny were rushing toward us, so I poked him before he got the chance to spew some verbal filth.

“Phil, get out of the way,” I said, nudging him back. “Gordy, Steve’s going to go with you, okay? He’ll help you out with everything, and then he’ll call us with updates and let us know when you’re good to go home.”

“Okay.”

I got to my feet as the EMTs pulled up with the gurney. Steve took over and helped Gordy answer any questions.

“What the fuck happened?” Phil asked me as we watched the EMTs roll Gordy down the hall.

“He dropped the speaker on his foot,” answered Brigid. “It looked bad.”

The look on Phil’s face was fucking hilarious as he turned to face her. “Who the hell asked you? What the fuck are you even doing here?”

“I was concerned about my friend being injured,” she replied, not sounding the least concerned at all.

“I’m sure you were,” snapped Phil, digging into his pocket and pulling out my engagement ring. “Kenna, you left this in the kitchen on the bus. You gotta be more careful with it,” he said, taking my left hand and slipping it onto my ring finger.

Man, that felt good.

Brigid made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a cry of outrage.

“Oh…” I said softly. “Sorry.”

Bringing my hand up to his lips, he said, “Just quit takin’ it off, yeah?”

The rest of the world melted away, leaving the two of us. His eyes were filled with his soul, and he was shining through, blazing hot, and it was all for me.

“Thanks,” I whispered, feeling the burn behind my eyes and a sting in my throat.

“No worries,” he whispered back.

I suspected he felt the same.

“NOLA’S OWN!” Phil cried into the microphone. “I have to tell you, you are the greatest fuckin’ crowd! There’s nothin’ we love more than playing for our tribesmen—and definitely our women, too. Don’t think you were forgotten, ladies! You rock the fuck out just as hard, if not harder, than the dudes. I should know ’cause my Baby Girl can out-headbang every motherfucker up in this place. She puts me to shame.

“Six years ago, almost to the fuckin’ day, NOLA’s Junk played on this very stage. We were over the fuckin’ moon, playin’ for y’all back then. We were just a warm-up act, gettin’ everyone primed for the rest of the bands. Now, we’re privileged to have the honor of being your headliner.

“All these years, we haven’t forgotten that it was you, NOLA’s Own, who gave us a chance to fuckin’ follow our dreams. Even our baby brother, Connor, was at that show, just one of you. Connor, fuckin’ say hi to your tribe.”

“Hello, New Orleans!”

The masses roared back their greetings to Connor.

Phil was laughing. “I don’t think you were even legal back then.”

“No…but almost.”

Still laughing, Phil wiped his sweaty face on his T-shirt, which he had removed and tucked into the waistband of his dark brown Dickies. His amazing physique was on display for the world to see, his chest ablaze with the colors of his heart.

“So, NOLA, it comes down to this. We wrote this one especially for you, and that’s why we saved the best for last. This is ‘The Fortunate Fallen.’”

Da, Gloria, Mama Sally, and Papa David had come to see Connor in action, and they were sitting backstage with Alys, Lewis, Viv, and me while Lili scampered around, taking photos. Da squeezed my hand on and off throughout the show. Connor’s friend from Miami, Quinn, had also joined us, and she would be coming on tour with us.

“Just as long as she doesn’t prove to be a pain in the ass,” Alys had hissed in my ear when Connor had told us of Quinn.

I had a feeling that Alys already thought the girl was a pain in the ass. Quinn was cute, and if I had to guess her age, I’d say she was about nineteen or twenty. With long light-brown hair and big brown eyes, she had a pair of fat lips to rival Alys’s and a nice-sized rack. Connor did always like big titties.

Quinn would also be sharing my brother’s bunk. Crusty socks had been tossed out. I’d made him put them in separate laundry bags under the pretense of keeping everyone’s crap from getting lost. Then, I had taken his bag of crust-socks and thrown them in the garbage as he watched. I had given him two new packages, all the while giving him a hell of an evil eye. He’d turned the color of a hot sunburn.

Message received.

Devon had shown up to see NOLA’s Junk, too. After the first song, he’d materialized from out of nowhere, and he’d taken the spot on the crate behind Alys. His turquoise eyes were alight with joy and gratitude when he looked at me.

NOLA’s Junk went on for two and a half hours for their hometown and ended on a high that left everyone buzzing. Da looked close to tears, bursting with pride over his son, as he watched the five young men wrap their arms around each other and bow. He’d never truly believed that Connor would do anything more than teach kids the bluidy recorder.

The next venue would be in Houston, Texas, a five-hour drive at most, and we all decided to head out in the morning.

Midnight found us back at the Plantation House, and without a word to anyone, Phil hauled me over to our half and marched me upstairs. A thrill tingled its way through me as I heard the door click softly shut behind me.

“I’m fuckin’ filthy, Baby Girl. Will you help me wash?”

Too fuckin’ right, I will.

Laughing, Phil chased me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I catapulted myself onto the bed in an effort to bounce off and escape on the other side, but he was a fast motherfucker and pounced, pinning me facedown on the mattress.

“You didn’t dry off my dick well enough, woman! I could get mushrooms or some such shit!” Wiggling his cock on top of my ass crack, he gave a happy grunt. “There. That should do it. You’ve got a very absorbent bottom.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” I chortled.

“I’m not sure. It just sounded sensible in my head, so I went with it.” He laughed back.

Rolling off me, he sat cross-legged on the bed and pulled me onto his lap so that we were face-to-face. The humor melted from his features to reveal that burning sexy look that never failed to turn me into warm goo.

“Put your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice soft and way too deep for my crotch’s own good. Lifting me up by my rear with his forearm, he used his free hand to position the head of himself at my entrance. “Keep your eyes open.”

As he lowered me inch by lovely inch down the mighty length of him, we kept our eyes locked on each other. When fully seated within me, he let out a sigh that spoke volumes of contentment.

“Let’s not do that again.” His voice was hushed, intimate.

“It was awful,” I admitted. “I didn’t really think that one through.”

His grin was infectious. “Yeah, well, we all have our moments, I guess.”

Lifting up, I slid back down, making both our breaths catch.

Sublime.

Phil always felt so right, moving inside me, creating me whole. Surrendering to him was as natural as breathing. He filled me in so many ways with this one simple act.

“It wasn’t all awful though,” he stated, his eyes glowing with warmth and affection. “These last few days have been awesome.”

“Yeah,” I breathed, slowly lifting and descending, a gentle wave lazily building toward a shore far on the horizon.

“Some parts were even better than havin’ sex,” he murmured, his hands cupping my bottom, helping to lift and lower me over him.

“Macaroni and cheese can sometimes have that effect.” I smiled. This felt far too good.

“Mmhmm. I don’t know what it is about your food, woman, but damn.”

“It’s called love,” I joked.

His face grew serious. “It is. I fell in love with you so hard, all over again,” he confessed. “Just bein’ in your company…”

The tingles within me intensified, pulsing with a deep rhythm. His mouth found and fused with mine. Our tempo increased, urging us to bring each other higher.

“I could see you in a whole new light…” he whispered against my lips, his fingertips stroking over my cheek and jaw.

Strong and beautiful, a mountain of a man surging into me, he tried to weld us together with the heat of our mutual passion. Shifting us, Phil stretched us out on the bed, tucking me beneath him, pushing in deeper, touching divinely into his spot.

“I wish it didn’t have to end,” I told him, wonderfully crushed by his weight, his heat encasing me, penetrating to my soul.

With each stroke he delivered, I met him with a thrust of my own.

“Me neither,” he whispered. “I love this. I love what we have. It’s just so…there are no words.”

Arching into him, I weaved my fingers through his hair. The pressure within me was building, lifting me up. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Oohhhh,” I groaned. “Oh God, Phil! You take me—” My breath caught as my thoughts grew bright, and the words were snatched from my mouth by the glittering sparks shooting off inside me.

“I take you where?” he asked, his voice vibrating its way down from my ears to our joined bodies.

A pulsar formed behind my eyes, twinkling with joy, merriment, and every wondrous sort of sensation imaginable.

“Tell me,” he urged, rocking in and out with the rhythm of a mellow tide.

“Beyond heaven!” I gasped, my pelvis thrusting into his. “Phil, please!”

“Beyond heaven…” he breathed. “Fuck yeah, Baby Girl. It’s just like that.”

“Harder,” I whimpered.

His strokes increased, the head of him pressing into that glorious point that screamed for him and him alone. He felt it pound in response to him, and he groaned low and deep in his chest.

“Take me with you, Kenna…beyond heaven. I can’t go there without you. I need you by my side…”

The universe condensed into one intense vibrating wet throb. It pushed down on us from every angle, squeezing us into a single entity for one infinite moment.

“Ohhh!” I cried, feeling all of Phil infuse all of me.

He cried out, too, but it was lost in the vacuum of that space beyond heaven, joining with the pulsar in my mind’s eye.

Then, the orgasm hit, a massive wave of incredible warmth drowning us both. His mouth slammed onto mine, and the roar that passed from him into me shook me to the very core of my existence. My own scream pushed back into him.

Long after, our sweat dried and bodies cooled down, our breaths were deep and relaxed. Phil’s hand smoothed its way down my back. As we were lying on our sides, he was still inside me, my thigh hiked up around his hip. My face rested beneath his, buried in his neck and shoulder.

“What the fuck was that?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.”

His chest began to shake with suppressed laughter. I poked his flat belly, and his laughter erupted.

“I thought I was makin’ love to you, but seriously…I think we just fucked our brains out.”

“I don’t see why we can’t have it both ways.”

“Obviously, we can.” He snorted and gently eased out of me. Rolling onto his back, he gave me an odd look that sent a shiver down my spine.

“What?” I asked.

“I need a beatin’. You up for that?”

I grinned. “Hell yeah. You totally earned one.”

“Too fuckin’ right I did,” he said, giving me a huge dimpled smile. “Use my belt. I wanna be raw as fuck tomorrow.”

Getting up, I retrieved his wide leather belt from his Dickies. “I think I want you standing,” I told him. “Holding on to the footboard.”

Surprise danced over his features. “Huh. Yeah, all right.” Taking his position at the foot of the bed, he wrapped his hands around the wrought iron.

“I want to see how fast you get hard from a beating,” I said, watching the blush creep into his high cheekbones. “Why do you think pain turns you on?”

He tucked his hair behind his ears and shrugged before grabbing on to the footboard once more. “I don’t know. It’s not all types of pain. Just the things you do to me.”

“You don’t know that. Should I have another woman come in and spank you?”

Glaring at me, he snapped, “No.”

Leather cracked over his ass, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Peeking around him, I looked at his cock, seeing it bob slightly as the blood started to surge. He glared again, and I smirked.

Crack!

Biting his lip, he moaned behind his teeth. His copper-colored skin was turning a crispy red. After the first beating, I’d learned to ease up. If I used a lighter hand, he could take more, which was what he wanted in the first place.

Crack!

He liked the noise, too.

Phil jumped each time the leather kissed his skin, and a blissful look would cross his face.

I had my theories, of course. To be honest, it was a little disturbing, but I thought maybe it reminded him of a time when he had had his mother’s attention. Most of the time, Margot Deveraux had ignored her son, but there were times when her full wrath had descended upon him, and she’d beat him in her drunken state. I had a feeling ass-smacking had been her method of discipline, and the little boy in him had taken that as a sign of her giving a shit.

Not that that was what he was after in this instance. Not really. It had taken him a long time to figure out that he liked pain in a sexual way.

Rudely, I checked out his cock again. Engorged, its heaviness was starting to lift.

“Don’t stop,” he begged quietly.

“I won’t.” I pulled back my arm and delivering another blow, this time lower, below his buttocks.

“Oh, fuck!” he hissed, his back and neck arching.

These sort of sessions weren’t frequent in any case.

Crack!

“Oh my God, Baby Girl,” he groaned. “I fuckin’ love that.”

Whizzing through the air, the belt whipped around and licked his inner thigh.

“Shit!” he shouted.

I checked out his cock again. It was fully erect and oozing clear fluid from the bulbous tip.

“You want some more?” I asked.

“Yes, please.”

“Are you going to fuck me after?”

He moaned and dropped his head forward.

“Tell me.”

“Yes.”

Crack!

“What do you plan on doing to me?”

Silence.

“Well?”

“Hush, Baby Girl. I’m tryin’ not to come.”

I laughed outright.

His long hair had slipped from behind his ears, hiding his face from me. Stepping close, I reached up and tucked it back once more. He was smiling sweetly.

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll stop spanking you.”

“I know. But I’m afraid if I start tellin’ you and you’re spankin’ me, then I’m gonna come all over the fuckin’ rug.”

“Yeah, that might be hard to get out.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he said, “I’m gonna fuck you from behind.”

Taking a step back, I let the belt fly.

Crack!

“On all fours.”

Crack!

I’d hit right across the cheeks, and brilliant crimson welts crisscrossed his magnificent bum. I had to admit, the freak in me liked the sight of it very much. My own sex was damp and throbbing for him.

“I’m gonna wrap my fist with your hair.” His eyes closed as he pictured the scene he was reciting for me. “And I’ll fuckin’ pull until you scream.”

Crack!

“Oh…fuuuck…” he moaned. “Just one more, Kenna. Make it a good one.”

I put a bit more strength behind the last one, and the crack was painful to the ears as well.

Snatching the belt from my hand, Phil tossed it to the floor, and then he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed.

“Hands and knees,” he snarled.

I obeyed that voice as though it were a command from the gods. His hand connected sharply with my ass, causing me to yelp.

“Fuck, you got the most perfect ass, woman.”

The mushroom cap slicked its way through the lips of my sex, searching for the entrance, and then Phil sank in all the way. As promised, he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled.

“I ain’t gonna make love to you this time.”

“Good,” I replied, pushing back into his groin. “Make it hurt, babe.”

After smoothly gliding out, he rammed back into me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled. “Most fuckin’ awesome pussy ever created.”

By my hair, he pulled me into a kneeling position and forced my head to the side, so he could claim a tongue-sucking deep kiss. His hand slipped between my thighs, brushing over my clit and then past it to touch where our bodies joined. From hole to clit, he rubbed and then lightly slapped my cunt.

I gasped. Warmth spread from my clit to deep into my core. Phil’s hooded gaze bored into mine.

“Do it again,” I whispered.

He slapped and then rubbed my clit.

Slapped and rubbed.

His mouth devoured mine as he continued to strum and slap my cunt. I could feel the thick calluses on his fingers as he tenderly administered to the delicate, sensitive flesh.

It took a few moments, but I realized he must be hearing something wonderful in his head, and he was playing it with me as his instrument.

“Sing it!” I gasped, almost hearing it for myself.

The beats, the sensuous rhythm, the gentle pluck of his fingers were pulling at me…

“My Other Half. /

You complete me in ways I did not foresee. /

Never have I known you’d create the breath in me.”

His rich timbre caressed the words he had written for me, singing them, creating them in the language of the soul. He’d told me he wasn’t going to make love to me, but I didn’t think he knew how not to anymore.

“That you would be the Light that guides /

Or the Voice of Reason in my mind.”

Once more, I was swept up into a realm of complete and utter bliss as his voice carried me, elevating me to heights only he could.

“Phil…” I moaned.

He continued to chant, strum, pump, and slap.

“Spiraling through space and time.”

He moaned, growing impossibly hard inside me.

“As two halves of one soul must do.”

With his free hand, he turned my face toward his. His lips were against my own, his breath filling me.

“We’ll come full circle, you and me.”

Imploding on him as he exploded into me, our mutual cries were muted as our mouths pressed against one another’s.

Whatever had just happened, it had been most profound. I suspected that he’d snatched another bit of my soul for himself. But it was all right. He had replaced it with a bit of his own.