Текст книги "The Song Remains the Same"

Автор книги: Kelli Jean

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“What’s that? Didn’t quite catch that, Baby.”

“Harder!”

Instead, he wrapped my legs around his waist and hauled me up off the counter, my chest smacking into his. My arms snaked around his neck, and he palmed my ass, squeezing, as he lifted me off his cock before pushing me back down.

“Kiss me, Kenna. I wanna taste you again.” His voice rumbled through me.

I attacked his mouth as he fucked me standing, like it was no big thing, bouncing me up and down his awesome length, working me hard.

“You feel so good. Just so fuckin’ amazin’,” he told me.

He turned and braced me up against the wall, pumping hard, his mouth colliding with mine. He tasted so fine, so wonderful, his tongue pushing into my mouth, thrusting in time with his cock.

“I fuckin’ love how you taste. I love how you feel. I love how you sound. I can’t hardly breathe when you’re not around for me to look at. You’re fuckin’ everythin’ to me. You know that, don’t you?” He growled at me when I didn’t answer. “You know you’re my whole fuckin’ life. Tell me!”

“I-I know!” I gasped, feeling my eyes sting.

“I love you more than anyone or anythin’ else. Ain’t no one gonna take me away from my Baby Girl. Promise me, you know this!”

“I promise!” I cried out, my orgasm chasing through me. “Oh Go-o-od! Phil!” My head slammed back against the wall with a dull thud, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out with the pain.

His mouth, bruising and invading, punished mine. Fingers dug into my flesh, wanting to leave their sore marks behind so that I would feel him later. His impending roar built up inside his chest. I felt it rumbling like thunder off in the distance. Cock swelling, going rigid just before he came, he violently stabbed into me, desperate to reach something deeper.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, making my ears ring. His whole body pinned me to the wall as his head fell back, the muscles standing out in his neck. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

I slid down the wall as his knees gave out from underneath him, and he gathered me into his chest, holding me tight, pressing light sweet kisses all over my face, my hair. A huge hand smoothed over and cradled the back of my head.

“You all right?” he panted. “You knocked your head pretty fuckin’ hard there.”

“I’m good,” I replied, fighting for my own breath.

Sitting back on his heels, he held me, not attempting to move us off the floor. I sank into him, resting my head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him.

“Is it bad of me that I wish we were home, lyin’ in our own bed, with nothin’ better to do than each other?”

That made me giggle. “No. I want it, too.”

His cheek bunched up against my forehead as he smiled. “I fuckin’ love it when you laugh.”

Phil

After she fell asleep, I flipped on the light next to the bed, turned it to a low setting, and just watched her. Kenna looked so young and at peace. I hoped she was dreaming something good because her waking life didn’t seem to hold as much joy as it used to.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew what had done it to her.

Brigid.

Going after Devon had been the wrong thing to do. I knew that. But the thought of him beating on Brigid…

What the fuck is wrong with that guy? Seriously, what did I do to him that was so fucked up that he had to take it out on women I cared about?

He’d gotten to my Baby Girl, too, but not in any way I should be jealous about. Fuck that. I was insanely jealous of whatever was between them, platonic or otherwise. Kenna thought he was attractive, and he was. I knew a handsome dude when I saw one. It drove me a little insane to think that she thought he was good-looking though.

All right, a lot insane.

I knew that the real reason she found him attractive was because of his talent. She saw the shining beauty of it, blinded to the rest of his black fucking soul. If she had seen Camryn, busted up and bloody…

So, what is he doing with Brigid?

Jealousy hadn’t made me throw Devon up against the wall. I had been pissed that he might be hurting Brigid. There was nothing wrong with that. Brigid had been my girlfriend once, and I knew what that fucker was capable of.

Looking at Kenna’s face, I couldn’t help but reach out and stroke her cheek. When she smiled in her sleep, I knew she felt me. My heart filled up, causing a sharp zing to pierce through my chest. If Devon ever tried anything with my Baby Girl…I’d fuckin’ kill him.

When Kenna had been touching him, when he had looked into her eyes, I’d seen red, and my ears had filled with a roar that made me senseless to everything else. Whatever Brigid had said I hadn’t heard because the sight of Kenna anywhere near any part of that motherfucker had struck me deaf and mute. There was only one sentence that had made its way into my head.

“You’re in a league of your own.”

Who the fuck does he think he is, telling my Baby Girl shit like that?

When he had touched her, taken her hand and placed it over his heart, I’d nearly lost my shit. Only Kenna had been able to pierce through that red haze, her hand rising up, her icy look freezing me in my tracks. It was a good fuckin’ thing she had because I might’ve ended up in prison on a fuckin’ murder charge.

Kenna never needed to worry that I’d leave, not for Brigid, not for any woman. Yeah, Brigid was fuckin’ gorgeous. That was what had made it pleasant to be around her in the first place. I’d hardly listened to her when she had her clothes on and then not at all when she’d strip them off. She’d been fun and easy and just what I’d needed at the time to pull myself together. For that, I was grateful to her even though she never knew it.

Alys and especially Lili were not too happy with me. I didn’t blame them. I hadn’t manned up and defended my woman, and even I didn’t like my own excuse for that. It wasn’t Brigid’s words that had hurt Kenna as much as the fact that I’d done nothing about them in response.

The things my Baby Girl did to me twisted me up inside, making me pant after her like a fucking thirteen-year-old who’d just discovered his boner. Brigid was nothing compared to her.

“I love you,” I told her softly, wanting her to hear but not wanting to wake her up.

She smiled again, and I thought my heart would burst because it was that full.

“Love you, too.”

Splat!

My heart exploded inside my rib cage and demanded it be healed with a kiss. I tried to be gentle, just brush my mouth against hers for a quick taste. But she kissed me back and snuck her hand down my front to caress my dick, and I was fuckin’ done for.

I was twenty-eight years old, and this woman had the power to have me up and running like a fuckin’ teenager. I’d had more sex with my Baby Girl in the last ten months than the last ten years of my life. My dick wasn’t mine anymore. It belonged wholly to Kenna.

Her soft hand wrapped around it, and I felt her smile against my lips.

“Lie back,” she whispered.

“Kiss me first.”

Fuck me, she did. She was the best fuckin’ kisser, too. Her hand kept on stroking me nice and slow, just the way I liked it.

“Fuck, Kenna,” I groaned when she pulled away.

“Lie back.”

I obeyed my woman, closing my eyes, as she kissed her way down.

Oh, fuck yes.

I loved her mouth on my dick. There was something so fuckin’ sublime about it. There was nothing as amazing as her pussy, but her mouth was a serious fuckin’ contender.

“Uhhh…”

Her hot tongue licked from my nuts to my head before she swallowed me down. I opened my eyes to watch her. Damn, Kenna was gorgeous. Her green eyes looked up into mine, and I was lost.

“Sit on my face,” I begged.

She took me into her throat, her eyes laughing at me, and shook her head.

“Please?”

Again, she shook her head, makin’ my dick slip around in her mouth.

“How can I make you—oh God—come if you don’t—fuuuck—sit on my face?”

Shit, she was driving me insane with her mouth and eyes. My tailbone was starting to tingle, letting me know it was too good for me to last much longer.

“Aw, Baby…please? I know you love it—ohhh shit…” I really had to concentrate now ’cause I was thinking the same dirty shit I was trying to talk her into doing. “Fuckin’ let me taste your sweet slice.”

I was gonna fuckin’ blow. She pulled off me, but she kept rubbin’ my nuts, and that felt good, too.

“You’re killin’ me.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-huh. Come sit on my face, Kenna. I promise to treat you real good.”

“I know you would.”

Reaching down, I cupped her cheek, rubbing my thumb over her swollen lips. Fuck, she was so beautiful. My tailbone was tingling something fierce now.

“I wanna taste you, too,” I told her.

“But then I can’t watch you.”

True. I understood where she was coming from.

“Then, fuckin’ ride me, woman. I wanna watch you come, too.”

Laughter bubbled out of her, and there wasn’t anything more enchanting than the sound of my woman laughing.

“Ride me,” I begged, winded.

Grinning and biting her lip, she straddled my waist, grasping my dick with one hand and bracing herself against my chest with the other, and then she slid down, taking all of me.

Always so fuckin’ wet for me.

Hands had minds of their own, just like dicks. They liked the soft feel of curves to hold on to, and mine skimmed up Kenna’s thighs to hold on to her hips. She rose up and sank back down, making my tailbone zing.

“Shit, I might not last, Baby,” I groaned.

“I don’t mind.”

I do!

Hips had minds of their own, too. Mine couldn’t sit the fuck still when I was inside her. Each fuckin’ downstroke of hers, I thrust up, wanting to be deeper, to feel more of her. Sliding my hands up her sides, they found her tits, squeezing and pulling on her nipples. She started making those fucking noises.

“Come for me, Kenna. I can’t—”

My whole spine shivered with it. I was trying so hard to hold back, but those fuckin’ sexy noises had the power to push me right over the edge. Her head dropped back, and she was riding me with all she had. I stared, transfixed by the sight of her. She was beauty and love and peace and serenity and faith and healing and…

My hands slipped, going around her waist, feeling how her muscles bunched and stretched as she rode me to the end, squeezing me to the point of pain.

Done. Gone. Mind blown.

I screamed. I always screamed with her. But the rushing in my ears drowned most of it out. I hardly used to make a sound before, never finding it necessary, but Kenna…she took me for all I had. If I didn’t scream when I came with her, I’d blow more than my load.

My arms dragged her into me, crushing her close. I could feel her heart pounding in time with my own.

My Baby Girl. My other half. My whole fuckin’ life.

Savannah welcomed us with a fuckin’ heat wave. We arrived early evening the next day and were all down for getting a hotel instead of running the generator all night on the bus.

Sweetness.

I had one more night alone with my Baby Girl, and we totally killed that fuckin’ bed.

Checking out early the next morning, we all headed into a diner for some non-organic breakfast. The food we’d been fed by Lewis and Kenna was the best. It’d tasted fuckin’ out of this world and made us feel good. But a man liked waffles with sausage and bacon and eggs and hash browns and some white fuckin’ toast every now and then. All right, I got the whole wheat because Kenna’s eyes were shooting green death rays at me.

Despite the death rays, I was in a fan-fuckin’-tastic mood. It might or might not have had something to do with the fact that I’d pounded the fuck out of my woman for the last two nights, but it didn’t really matter because she was feeling good about herself again.

“There’s a change in the lineup for the crap stage,” mentioned Sheri. “But these guys will be going as far as Orlando, so there’s no need to rush out and see them. Kenna, would you mind giving a treatment or two today for a couple of the roadies?”

“Sure,” she replied.

“Lili and I can still check out the bands,” said Alys. “We’ll let her know if we hear anything worth writing up on.”

Sheri nodded. “Good thinking. Lewis, do you need to go out and get food?”

“Yeah. I was hoping Kenna could go with me—”

“No worries, man. I’ll go with you,” I told him.

“Sweet.”

Wrapping up breakfast, we headed outside while Sheri paid.

“You think you got time to crack and stab me today, Baby Girl?” I asked Kenna as I pulled her into my arms.

“Yeah. Around one o’clock?”

“Mmm…sounds good. Anything you want me to get you while I’m out with Lewis?”

Kenna got a pensive look on her face before she replied, “No. I don’t think so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Organic chocolate or some such shit?”

Laughing, she gave me a quick squeeze. “Pick up some organic chocolate or some such shit if you want.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

She was good, real good. I could feel it in my heart and hear it in my head. It was something like fiddles dancing around in there. She was happy, feeling confident, and I loved it.

“Love you,” I whispered to her after a quick kiss.

“Love you, too.”

It had been brought to my attention that we ate a lot of fuckin’ food. And by we, I was thinking it was more me. Connor could chow down. I’d seen the fucker eat just as much as I could after a show. But after shopping with Lewis, I had a new appreciation for what he and Kenna put up with.

Jason was a fuckin’ picky little shit eater. According to the chef, Jason had a thing against vegetables, but he was working through it, like with food counseling or some such shit. I’d never noticed it before, but now that Lewis had mentioned it, I did. Jason was always happy with eating garbage, like fast food and microwaved shit. I wondered if breakfast this morning would be considered a relapse of sorts.

The car dropped us off at the entrance of the tour bus area. There were too many people and other buses to maneuver safely into the lot up to our own bus, so I called a couple of roadies to help bring the food in. Steve, Gordy, Will, and Duck—long story behind that name—were there within minutes and grabbing shit. There was nothing left for Lee and myself to carry.

“Thanks, Mack,” I said to our driver before slamming the door shut.

Lewis’s phone went off, and I knew it was Pygmy when his face went all soft and full of smiles. He had it bad for her. I had to admit, the woman was a trip. She was a bit too mouthy for my taste, but I could see the appeal. She was loyal to my Baby Girl to the death, and I loved her for it.

Covering the mouthpiece on his phone, Lee turned to me. “I’m gonna go catch up with her at security.”

“Everythin’ okay?”

Lewis nodded and headed off down the trail that led to the backstage area, and I continued on to the bus, excited to see Kenna. It’d been three hours and twenty-seven minutes since I held her, and I was due for a kiss…and maybe a nipple tweak.

“Phil?”

A couple of buses down from ours, I heard a voice that sent chills down my back.

Turning my head, I saw Brigid standing in front of a smaller tour bus. It had to be Devon’s because, as far as I knew, he didn’t ride with the rest of the Cannibals anymore. Everyone had heard the rumors going around that he wasn’t getting along with Jürgen. Couldn’t say I blamed Devon for that. Jürgen was a douche of his own fuckin’ caliber.

“What?” I barked at her. The nasty shit she’d spewed at my Baby Girl ran through my head.

“I was hoping to run into you again.” She smiled.

Looking at her now, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what I had once found attractive about her.

She was dressed in tiny-ass shorts—seriously, the bottom of her cheeks had to be hanging out of them, but since I was facing her front, I couldn’t know for sure—and a strappy pink tank top.

“The fuck for?” I asked.

She looked startled that I was giving her attitude. “What’s wrong? I didn’t think there were hard feelings between us.”

“There wasn’t until you fuckin’ insulted my Baby Girl,” I told her. “That wasn’t cool, Brigid.”

“Your Baby Girl?”

“Yeah, the doctor checking your boyfriend over after I slammed his head into the wall.”

Brigid laughed, and I started to boil inside.

“Devon’s not my boyfriend, Phil. We’re just having some fun on tour. He flew me in especially.”

“Good for fuckin’ you. Now, if that’s all—”

“Oh, come on! Let’s catch up. I was heading into town for a bite to eat. Why don’t you join me?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Please? Devon couldn’t take me, and I’m all alone. No more than an hour, and you can tell me all about what you’ve been up to. Old friends and all that. What do you say?”

“I already said no.”

“Don’t be like that.”

She pouted, and I started to feel sorry for her. I’d always felt bad for dumping her the way I had, and maybe if I had lunch with her, I could give a half-assed explanation, and she’d leave it at that. I could tell her about Kenna and what she meant to me.

“Fine,” I grunted.

Her face lit up like a fuckin’ Christmas tree. “Great! I just need to grab a few things. Come on in—”

“I’d rather not.”

She rolled her big blue eyes. “He’s not here, silly! I told you I was on my own. Just come in and have a seat while I get a few things, and we’ll be off.”

This is a really bad idea. What the fuck am I doin’? Fuckin’ stupid.

“I gotta call Kenna,” I said.

But the woman grabbed my arm and pulled me, so I followed her onto the bus.

It was pretty standard in here, nothing over-the-top at all. Devon’s shit was all over the place—old guitars and picks, papers and magazines. Nothing seemed weird or depraved or anything like I’d figured he’d have. Just…normal. The rest of the guys in Cornered Cannibal weren’t fuckin’ normal. Far from it.

“Have a seat,” Brigid said.

I plopped my ass down at the table.

A stack of sheet music sat on the tabletop. Reading over some of it, I could hear it in my head, and it was fuckin’ beautiful. For such a motherfucker, Devon was beyond talented. None of this shit was Cannibal style. It’d never see the light of day if Jürgen had anything to say about it.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, picking up a sheet and looking it over. “He’s been workin’ hard.”

Brigid came out from the back in a pair of decent fuckin’ jeans. I hadn’t looked to see if her ass cheeks had been hanging out of the shorts she’d had on. Before Kenna, I hadn’t really thought about how chicks dressed around us. I guessed I’d accepted it as normal. But my Baby Girl and her friends and even Sheri now were some of the sexiest women I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, and they covered their tits and asses. Kenna’s wide-legged jeans and plain tank tops looked badass and hid her treasures from others while still showing that she was all woman.

Just thinking of my Baby Girl slammed guilt into my gut, and I dug out my phone to give her a call. She had the right to know what the fuck was going on. But then a sheet of music caught my eye, and fuck me, it was some crazy-ass gorgeous shit. My jaw dropped a little, and my phone lay on the table, forgotten.

Brigid leaned over and gathered up Devon’s music. I couldn’t blame her. I wouldn’t want Devon looking at my shit. She smiled softly, a knowing sort of smile. She wore a heavy floral perfume that would make Kenna gag if she smelled it. It kind of made me want to gag, too.

Kenna always smelled good, even when she didn’t.

“If he knew anyone saw this…” she said.

“Yeah, no. Absolutely. He’s been writin’ a lot, yeah?”

“For a while now. He told me your new album inspired something in him, and his head has been going into overdrive. He really does admire you and the rest of NOLA’s. The new guy you have has a reputation for being quite brilliant.”

I nodded. “He is. He’s Kenna’s brother.”

My hand went for my phone, only it wasn’t where I thought I’d left it. Looking through my pockets, I still couldn’t find it.

“Have you seen my phone?” I asked her.

She shook her head.

“I swear, I just had it…”

“Come on. I’m starving. I heard this place has really good hamburgers. With all this American food, it’s a good thing I don’t live here, or I’d be fat!”

“Yeah, my Baby Girl has a degree in nutrition. Everythin’ is organic and unprocessed. She makes all our food from scratch. She’s a fuckin’ amazin’ cook. My favorite is her spicy seafood gumbo. Fuck, I’d kill for some of that shit.”

Brigid got a real sour look on her face. “She sounds unreal.”

I looked her dead in the eyes. “She’s very much real even if I do have a hard time believin’ it myself. And like I said, I didn’t appreciate the shit you said about her that night at the hotel.”

“I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, Phil.”

We made our way to the parking lot where the roadies and groupies parked their cars. Brigid was driving an expensive Mercedes, no doubt courtesy of Devon.

“What does that have anythin’ to do with it? You went runnin’ at the mouth at a complete stranger who was makin’ sure your boyfriend didn’t have a concussion! It was fuckin’ rude, plain and simple.”

“I didn’t know she was a doctor either! She had her hands all over him. I thought she was just another crazed fan!”

“She was with me! You didn’t see the rest of them goin’ apeshit over your boyfriend—”

“He’s not my boyfriend! I don’t do that sort of shit anymore, not since you.”

I rolled my eyes and got into the Mercedes. “Don’t give me that shit, Brigid. It’s not like either one of us were in love.”

“Speak for yourself,” she snapped.

I felt a sharp twinge in my chest. Did she really think that what we had was love?

Looking at her, I couldn’t believe she’d ever had real feelings for me because she only had feelings for herself. She’d been with me for what I could give her. Brigid only had one person on her mind at all times, and that was herself.

“Let’s just get this over with,” I grouched, feeling cornered. Wherever this was going, it wasn’t good.

Then, why am I goin’ at all? Why am I in this fuckin’ car, goin’ to lunch with someone I want nothin’ to do with?

Pulling out her phone, she typed something into it. “I’ll tell Devon to look for your phone. Maybe it got knocked to the floor or something,” she said.

“Don’t bother. He doesn’t need to know I was there at all.”

“Too late,” she replied, smiling sweetly.

That smile irritated the fuck out of me.