Текст книги "Sentenced"

Автор книги: L. L. Collins

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Bex

I hated every second of being here. Beau made me come. He was hot on one of the girls in this band for some weird reason and forced me out of the rehearsal cave. Country music was like nails on the damn chalkboard for me, even if they were talented.

“Come on,” Beau said into my ear. I turned back and indicated to Natalie that Beau was moving us. I’d be content to stand here and drown my senses in alcohol to avoid wherever Beau wanted us to go. Our tattooed, rocker selves stuck out like a sore thumb here in a room full of country bumpkins.

I stopped in my tracks as I realized he was leading us to the dance floor. Dance? Hell to the no. His eyes pleaded with me as he nodded his head towards Zaide. Ah, that was the one he was sweet on. She was the drummer. It made sense now.

Natalie pushed me from behind, and I let them continue to lead me onto the dance floor. Zaide smiled at him, and he whispered something into her ear. She nodded, and the two of them began dancing together. I watched them for a moment, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do now. Dance with Natalie? That was not happening. This was so unlike Beau too, so, however he met her, must’ve been earth shattering.

Just as I turned to plead with her to kill me now, words left my brain as I looked across the dance floor to the bar. He was here, in a country bar? Hell, I was in a country bar, but why was he? He was, for all intents and purposes, eye fucking someone. At closer examination, I realized she was the lead singer of the band we were here to see, Stephanie. She was fucking beautiful; everything I wasn’t. Yeah, I knew I was good looking, but she was pure. Innocent. And it looked like he was going to corrupt her. The feeling of quivering around him overwhelmed me.

Rage flooded through my system. Of course, he would be here, ready to fuck another lead singer. That was his M.O. apparently. I watched as he kissed her, his hands a little too low on her backside. He then whispered into her ear, and she bit her lip in response. My gut churned and rolled the beer I’d had.

Johnny.

I hadn’t seen him since the day I left The Outrigger to get ready for the tour. I knew that was how both of us wanted it, but it hadn’t stopped me from thinking about our two days together. Or touching myself while thinking of his fingers inside me, on me, or his mouth trailing a path of fire across my goose bumped skin. Or the way his . . .

“Bex,” Natalie hissed into my ear. “Is that who I think it is?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. We watched as Stephanie walked away, a promise in both of their eyes. That’s when he turned and his eyes connected with mine.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but neither of us moved. I wanted nothing more than to run the hell away from this shithole bar. I wasn’t sure who I hated more at this moment: Johnny, for acting with her the way he’d acted with me, or myself for giving two shits about who he was with now. We’d made no promises to each other, and I didn’t want one.

Johnny stepped up to me, so close I could smell whatever aftershave he wore. His jeans fit him like a second skin, and the shirt he wore showed the striation of every muscle. I remembered licking and sucking every part of that body. He rubbed his scruff as he watched me, and my legs quivered. The thought of him rubbing against my inner thighs made me rub my legs together. So he was the hottest guy I’d ever had the privilege of taking to bed. Multiple times. So what. Get your fucking head together, Bexley Bryant. What kind of pussy are you?

I wanted to kick him in the nuts and drag Beau and Natalie out of here, but I forced myself to stand still. Two could play this fucking game. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I tipped my head up so I could meet his eyes. I knew the look I was giving him was lethal, but he was undeterred.

“Bex,” he said, not hiding his appraisal of my body. Never mind the fact that he had just been about to fuck Stephanie and probably would be later.

“Johnny,” I said back. “What the fuck do you want?”

He chuckled, sending my nerve endings on fire. “Ah, there she is.”

“There who is?” I spat. I could feel Natalie tapping me gently from behind. I knew what her message was. Chill the fuck out. But I couldn’t. He wasn’t getting to me. I jerked my thumb in the direction Stephanie had gone. “Get your dick sucked yet, or did she have to go play first?”

He narrowed his eyes on me. “What the fuck do you care?”

He got me there. “I don’t.”

Johnny looked at Natalie before looking back at me. “Unbelievable.”

“Fuck you,” I seethed. “Oh wait, I already did that. Been there done that, got the t-shirt. But I didn’t get the t-shirt. I sure as shit got the dick though, didn’t I?”

I was crossing the line. I knew it. Natalie gasped from behind me, looking around for Beau. I knew she was trying to do damage control and get us out of there before I went nuclear.

“You sure did, sweetheart,” Johnny spat back. “And it was the best fucking sex of your life. I know it, and you know it. Which is why you’re acting like a jealous bitch right now. You wanna fuck again? Come on, I know first hand the room back there isn’t being used. You know I can do it quick and send you screaming for more.”

The band started playing, putting us both at a silent standoff as the room was filled with music.

“Let’s go, Bex,” Natalie said, pulling on my arm. I shook her off, my eyes not leaving Johnny’s. Why was I so angry? What was it about him that pushed me right to my limits? Was it because he was the first guy—ever—that I’d slept in a bed with willingly? Was it because when he looked at me I felt like he saw the real me—the one I tried to hide?

Johnny’s eyes lifted to Natalie’s. An unspoken conversation seemed to happen between them. Finally, he nodded and grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards the door.

“Let. Me. Go,” I bit out. He ignored me, forcing me to run behind him. His fingers were almost hurting, as hard as he was holding onto me. I turned and saw Natalie, a small smile playing on her lips. I took my free hand and flipped her off, to which she blew me a kiss. She really was fucking fired now.

Johnny pushed through the door, the humidity hitting me like a wall as he pushed me up against the building right next to the door. “I know what your fucking problem is,” he said against my lips, pinning me to the wall. I could feel his erection against my leg, and I wanted so badly to shift to where I needed him to be. But then I remembered he’d been hard for her, and I tried unsuccessfully to wriggle from his grasp.

“You fucking hard for me or is that left over from Stephanie?”

He smirked. “That damn mouth,” he muttered. “I’m going to shut it up.” He grabbed my neck and hauled me to him, his lips silencing any other words that I could say. My traitorous knees buckled from the assault of his tongue against mine.

Just as I was giving in, my body melting against his, Johnny stepped back. “Point proven. You’re pissed off because you want my dick. Say it, Bex.”

My mouth dropped open. That’s what this had been about? Not that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, but to prove a point.

I smacked him across the face, the sound echoing around us. “Fuck. You.”

“I did,” Johnny said, leaning so close to my face I could see the fire in his eyes. “And I want to do it again. You do too, or you wouldn’t be acting like a bitch.”

He opened his wallet and took out a card. He tossed it in my direction. “When you’re tired of getting your own rocks off, my cell is on there.”

I gaped. “You pretentious asshole. Who’s to say I need you to get my rocks off?”

“Because,” Johnny began. “I jerk off thinking of you, the way your mouth wrapped around me and the way you looked as you rode me or while I took you from behind. So I know if I’m thinking of it, you are too. And if I had to guess, you haven’t had anyone else since.” I was speechless. Did he just admit to jerking off to me? I thought of how many times in the last few weeks I’d thought of him as I . . .

The image of him pressed against Stephanie infiltrated my thoughts. “Oh, so I’m some miserable wretch who can’t get any while you’re a playboy that has women lined up for your bed? You are an asshole. You don’t need to do me any favors.”

I turned to walk back into the bar when Johnny stepped in front of me again. “You want me. I want you. So let’s stop playing this I-fucking-hate-you game and go back to your place.”

“Maybe I do hate you,” I said, my voice a little softer than it had been before.

He snorted. “You hate me not being inside you, and I hate not being inside you, too. So let’s cut the shit.”

“What about Stephanie?” I couldn’t let it go, but he was making my resolve waiver. Or maybe it was my lady bits doing that. Damn them again.

He ran his hand through his hair. “I came here tonight to get laid, absolutely. But only because I can’t get you out of my head.”

Silence stretched between us like the aftermath of a bomb that had just gone off. His statement took all of the wind out of my sails, or in this case, the bitch out of the woman. I thought back to him lying in my bed, my head resting on his hard chest and his arms wrapped around me.

“Bex,” Johnny said, the dick edge to his voice gone. He lifted my chin so I was looking at him. I saw his throat working, and I wondered what he was fighting against. “Do you have your car?”

That wasn’t at all what I thought he was going to say. “No, I came with Beau.”

He nodded to the motorcycle at the curb and my throat dried out. Of course, he would have a motorcycle, and a sweet one at that. “That’s mine, but I can’t drive. I’ve had too much to drink.”

Before I could stop my mouth from opening, I heard myself saying, “I can drive it.”

His eyebrows lifted. “You can?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What, you think a chick can’t drive a motorcycle? I used to have one, but I sold it to get my guitar a few years ago.”

He looked at his bike and then back to me. “That’s hot.”

“What is?”

“That you can drive a motorcycle. I can’t wait to see you on it.”

“What makes you think I’m getting on it?”

“Because we’re going back to your place. So tell Beau and Natalie you’re leaving.”

The urge to tell him where to shove his demands rose up in my chest, but I tapered it down because I wanted nothing more than to get naked and sweaty with him tonight. It was exactly what I needed.

I took the helmet off and shook my head, knowing my hair was probably matted. The thirty-minute drive to my apartment had done nothing to calm down my raging libido. It didn’t help that Johnny had kept his hands on my upper thighs, his thumbs stroking me almost where I wanted him to be the entire time. His muscular chest had been pressed up against mine as I roared down the road, the feeling of the wind whipping around both of us intoxicating. I made a mental note to get another bike when I got back from tour. I missed it.

Johnny stepped off behind me, grabbing me as I turned to walk inside. “That was hot, Bex. You turned me the hell on. I could barely sit behind you without forcing you to stop on the side of the road so I could give you what we both want. You can drive my motorcycle anytime as long as I’m the one holding on to you from behind. Right now, I want to start our night out here.”

My eyes widened at his honesty. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone outside. “You want to do what, Johnny?”

His hand unbuttoned my jeans before I could even register what he was doing, and he slid his hand inside my pants. “Ahh . . . yeah . . .” He slid a finger inside of me, brushing his thumb over my sensitive nub. “Just what I knew I’d find. Soaking fucking wet for me, Bex. You want me just as bad as I want you.”

Two could play at this game. I unbuttoned his pants and slid my hand inside, my fingers finding the soft steel of his erection. He hissed as I stroked him, both of us looking each other in the eyes. He leaned me carefully against the bike as he added another finger, making me throw my head back.

“You like that, don’t you, baby,” he said into my ear. I tensed, that damn word ‘baby’ threatening to take me out of the oblivion I was in. But when he added another finger and took my mouth with his, I forgot how to think at all.

I pumped him faster, wanting nothing more than to bend over his bike and let him fuck me right here, right now. Neighbors be damned. Johnny sucked my tongue into his mouth, fucking me with his tongue and fingers at the same time. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed himself harder into my hand.

“I want to bend you over that bike and pull your pants down,” Johnny said into my mouth, reading my mind. “And give you every inch of what you want. Because that’s what you want, right? You want this inside you, right here, right now.”

I nodded, trying to get words to form. He removed his fingers and sucked them one by one into his mouth as I continued to jerk him with my hand. “Take me inside your place, Bex.” His voice was low, serious.

He didn’t even bother buttoning his pants back up as we hurried to the second floor. I swung open the door, and he slammed it closed behind him. He grabbed me and ripped my shirt off and then my bra, wasting no time in getting right to what he wanted. That was okay because I wanted it just as bad. Thank God Natalie and Beau were still at the bar.

I shoved my pants down my hips and kicked them off while he did the same. Then he did that guy thing where he grabbed his shirt and pulled it from the back and over his head. I had to stop for just a second and take in just what a beautiful specimen of a man he was. Broad, sculpted shoulders led to amazing biceps and forearms. His chest was impeccable, as was his eight pack abs that led down to a vee of muscle that I’d run my tongue down the last time we’d been together. This time, I wanted to study his tattoos some more. He had them across his chest and arms and one just below his belly button. As he shoved his boxer briefs off, my eyes fixated on the large girth of him.

“You gonna stare at me or we gonna get down to business,” he teased. I lifted my eyes to his.

“Like you don’t check me out,” I said, lifting my breasts in my hands. His eyes widened as I let go and trailed my hands down further.

“Mine,” he said, stepping up and grabbing my hands before they got to their target. He lifted me and carried me to my room. I had no idea how he knew which room was the bedroom, but he found it quickly.

He laid me down on the bed and nudged my legs apart. “I’m going to bury myself in this sweet pussy, Bex. What was our record last time? Seven?”

He didn’t have to ask me what he was talking about. “Yup.”

Johnny grinned against my inner thighs. “I say we go for double digits tonight.”

My eyes widened, and my legs quivered as he took his tongue and stroked me inside and out. “Ten?”

“Can you handle it? I think you can.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as he lifted my hips and dove in, his scruff scraping against my thighs as his tongue and fingers worked together to send me over the edge in record time.

“Johnny,” I called out, my hands gripping his hair for dear life. I was probably hurting him, but I didn’t care. “More, Johnny. More.”

He lifted his head and rolled over, pulling me with him, so I was straddling his waist. “What do you want, Bex? Tell me, baby.”

“Stop. Calling. Me. That.”

His eyes darkened on my face. “You don’t like me calling you baby? What do you want me to call you?”

“Just Bex,” I breathed. “And I want you bareback. Are you clean?” I couldn’t believe I just said that, but it was fucking true. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

Johnny’s eyes flashed. “I’m tested regularly. Are you sure?”

“Never been more fucking sure in my life.”

Johnny looked at me for a beat longer before nodding, his eyes darkening with desire. He sank me down on top of him without another word. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation of him being inside me without a barrier. It was pure heaven. There was no other feeling like this man inside me. That was simultaneously the best and scariest feeling I’d ever had.

I rested my hands on his chest as I rode him without abandon.

“That’s right, Bex. Feels so fucking good. God, I love watching you ride my cock. The way you squeeze me when you lift up? Feeling your warm pussy around me without anything between us? I could come in seconds.” He sat up effortlessly, taking my arms and pulling them behind me and clasping them together with his. This made my chest push out in his face, and he took full control since I couldn’t move other than up and down on him. He nipped and sucked my nipples, his abs flexing as he pushed himself up into me over and over.

I could feel it building. I wanted to grip onto him, but I couldn’t move. “Johnny.”

“Tell me.” He shoved harder inside me, making me lose my breath.

“I want to touch you. Let me go.”

He let go of my hands, and I immediately used them to stabilize myself on his arms so I could control our tempo. My muscles contracted and I groaned, throwing my head back with the overwhelming sensation of my coming release.

“You’re so close, aren’t you ba—Bex,” Johnny grunted, pumping hard a few more times before I shattered around him, yelling and crying out his name. As I came down, he grabbed me and pulled me off of him, making me whimper with the loss of him. What was he doing?

“Patience,” he teased, turning me onto my stomach and spreading my legs. “Put your arms up and grab the bed and don’t let go.”

I didn’t let men boss me around in bed. I was in control. Except with him. And I kinda liked it. No, I loved it. Not that I’d admit that. Johnny lifted me so I was on all fours, my hands gripping the rails of my bed. I tilted my head to the side, watching as he stroked himself.

“Hey, none of that,” I teased back. “If I wasn’t allowed, neither are you.”

Johnny kneeled behind me, still stroking. The sight was enough to make me lose any train of thought I might’ve had. “I don’t know which way I like you better, Bex. You’re so tight. What was that? Two already? We have a lot left to do.” He gripped my hips and pushed into me, sending me forward with the exertion.

I thought I might die before we ever made it to double digits.

“How have rehearsals been?” Johnny laid back on my bed, his arms folded behind his head. The sheet was barely covering his manhood, which finally seemed to be at rest. I was barely hanging on to consciousness. The man had thoroughly fucked every part of me until my legs were spaghetti, and I couldn’t come one more time.

“I don’t think I can talk,” I laughed. “You’ve killed all my brain cells.”

“Hmm,” Johnny lifted the sheet. “I know I’m big, but I don’t think I go quite that far. Death by orgasm, huh, ba—shit. That’s a bad habit, Bex. Sorry.”

“You seriously could kill someone.”

“But I don’t want to kill someone. Just you. In the best way possible, of course.”

I had nothing to say to that. Something had shifted between us tonight. I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Rehearsal has been great. We’re ready to go. I’m nervous, though.”

I wanted to smack myself across the face. Shut the hell up, Bex! So he gives you multiple orgasms and is the best sex of your life. That doesn’t mean you need to start talking to the man! You don’t talk to anyone. Remember why, and shut your fucking mouth.

“I like this Bex.” I lifted my eyebrow at him in silent question. “You put on a good front,” Johnny continued. “I get it. But I like the Bex you are now. Real, relatable, and sexy as hell.”

Panic bubbled up in my throat. “W-what?” All of a sudden I felt very naked, even though I was covered by the sheet. I looked away from Johnny’s prying eyes. How the hell did he do that? How did he see through me?

“Hey.” Johnny sat up, turning my face so I was looking at him. “Did I say something wrong?”

Yes. You said everything wrong. You aren’t supposed to see through me. You’re supposed to be good for a fantastic, epic fuck and then leave me alone. I can’t talk. I won’t. “I . . .” I wasn’t even sure how to answer him. “You better get going. It’s late, and you wore me the fuck out.”

He sat still, his eyes boring into mine. Did the fucker not hear me?

“Bullshit,” he said finally.

I lifted my eyebrow at him again and crossed my arms over my bare chest barely covered by a blanket. “Bullshit what?”

“You’re pushing me out of here to stop me from seeing the real you. Fuck, Bex, I get that more than you know. You don’t know the shit I’ve been through in my life, and I’m not going to bore you with it. I see the fear all over your face. You’re afraid that you dropped your guard with me, and I see more than you want me to see. How am I doing?”

He was doing fucking fantastic, because he’d hit every proverbial nail on the head. For twenty-seven years, I’d hidden from everyone. As a child, I’d been perfect Bexley. After I was abandoned at the age of seven, I was Angry Bex. Even Beau and Natalie didn’t know everything. Sure they knew the shit they’d been present for, but not the rest. How had Johnny figured me out so easily?

“I’m not looking to label us or be something we aren’t. Fuck, I’m a laundry list of issues I wouldn’t wish on anyone. There’s something more about you than just the most fantastic lay of my life. I think you know that, too. I’m not asking you to tell me your life story, Bex. Just be real.”

Yes, I knew it. Just like I knew seeing him again tonight was a bad idea but the promise of multiple orgasms had my brain on hiatus. I’d been even more of a super bitch in the last few weeks for that exact reason.

My mouth was so dry it felt like I’d been walking in a desert for days. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt the panic gripping me, ready to take over at any second. My chest heaved, my breathing erratic as I tried to stop what was inevitable.

Johnny must’ve noticed because he reached over, pulling me until I was sitting naked in his lap. “Breathe,” he said, caressing my back. “It’s okay, Bex. Deep breaths.”

I wasn’t weak. I couldn’t be weak in front of him. Weakness was not an option in my life. It showed people that you were affected. He couldn’t see me like this. I tried to move and get up, but his arms tightened around me.

“Let me . . . up . . .” I was gasping now, my body taking over and wanting to flee.

Johnny held tighter as I yelled out, slamming him in the chest with my fists. “I hate you!”

“No you don’t,” he said into my hair. “Let it out, Bex. No matter what you say or do, I’m not letting go.”

Why was he doing this? Did he get some sort of enjoyment out of seeing me act like a complete lunatic? Maybe that was it. He could go back and tell everyone that the lead singer for Jaded Regret was a freak in bed and a lunatic out of it.

I shook my head, pulling again. I knew I was no match for his strength. Hell, he could probably bench press me with one arm. I just hoped to God he would just let me go so I could keep some of my dignity. “Johnny.” Tears were pricking behind my eyes. No. You will not cry.

He took one arm from around me and used his hand to lift my chin, so I was looking at him. He smoothed back the hair that was sticking to my cheek, the movement so tender it made me gasp. His eyes searched mine, not saying a word. I felt the pressure in my chest lift a little at a time until I felt controlled again.

His eyes flitted to my lips and then back to my eyes. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to my trembling lips. There was nothing sexual or controlling about his kiss this time. It was the most tender touch I had ever felt. His breath floated over me as he pulled back slightly, running his thumb along my bottom lip as he looked me in the eyes.

I was frozen, not sure what to do. The panic had subsided, but now another foreign feeling I didn’t like was settling into my chest. Johnny kissed me softly again. No tongues, nothing sexual. It was . . . comfort. Understanding. Acceptance. He was telling me with his lips what he couldn’t say in words, knowing it would upset me.

I felt the sting of emotion behind my eyes again, but I refused to let it come. I hadn’t cried in ten years, since the day I’d put him in the ground. I sure as shit wasn’t starting now. I didn’t care for Johnny. I couldn’t. He was a great distraction and a fantastic lover. That was it.