Текст книги "Sentenced"

Автор книги: L. L. Collins

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She crossed her arms in front of her chest. I knew it was supposed to mean she was angry with me, but all I could do was stare at her ample cleavage through her dress. “And I told you I didn’t want company. What the fuck is your problem? I let you fuck me . . .”

“You let me? Let’s be clear. You wanted it as much as I did. Multiple times, if I remember correctly. Let’s not start that, princess.”

She jabbed her finger into my chest. “I’m not your princess. Stop fucking calling me that. Why won’t you leave me alone when I ask you to? Do you have some sort of malfunction in your head?”

I grabbed her finger and slammed her body into mine. “You didn’t care what the fuck I called you while I was pounding you last night, so stop being a bitch. I know that’s what you use as your defense mechanism. I get that. And no, I don’t have a malfunction in my head, at all.”

Bex blinked up at me. “I am a bitch,” she said finally, trying to wriggle free of me. I held on tighter, digging my fingers into her round ass. My erection pressed into her. She turned me the hell on, bitchiness and all.

“And I’m a dick. And I have a dick you like. So let me make you feel better.”

She lifted her chin in defiance. “I don’t want to fuck you. I want you to get away from me. Our arrangement is over.”

“Is that right,” I said, lifting the small dress and running my fingers from her ass around to the sensitive skin in between her legs. She was wearing underwear, but they were small and sheer. I ran my finger under the seam of her thong and into her wet folds, and she didn’t stop me. “You’re fucking wet. You sure you don’t want me?”

Her eyes fluttered as I added another finger. Bex gripped my forearms, letting her legs fall apart just enough that I knew I had her. “I . . . have to go . . .”

“You have five minutes,” I whispered into her ear. “That’s all I need to send you out of this room in a better mood.”

“I hate you,” she whispered. “Why won’t you just let me be?”

I removed my fingers. “I’ll leave you be. That’s fine. I don’t need this shit.” I turned to leave the room, my pulse pounding with anger. Why was I doing this to myself? Yeah, she was a challenge. But she was more trouble than I needed just to get my rocks off.

Just as I reached the door and yanked the handle, she stepped in front of me. “Wait.”

It was my turn to act like a dick. She’d pushed me just a hair too far. “What? You can use your fingers and get yourself off. I’m done here. As you said before, our arrangement is over. I’ll see you downstairs.”

I flung the door open and left her standing there looking after me.

Bex

The door slammed shut, the ferocity of it shaking the mirror over the dresser and the little bit of nerves I had left. I reached down and put my fingers right where he’d just been moments before. This day could go to hell. From the second I’d woken up screaming today until now, my head was all messed up. I was in no mood to go out and play tonight. I felt raw, exposed. Even though only Natalie and Beau knew anything about my past, I still hated when I let it bother me. I was stronger than that.

Except when I wasn’t.

Johnny got to me. I hated that he did. Not only did he get me sexually, but when he looked at me, I felt more naked than when he was inside me. I’d known the man less than two days. He got under my skin, pissed me off, and made me feel something. I didn’t like it. I couldn’t wait to get away from him. Feeling something was out of the question.

Had he not walked out, I would’ve let him fuck me again. And I would’ve enjoyed every single second of it. Now that he was gone, though, I could breathe again. Tonight after the show, I wasn’t answering my door. Last night would have to be enough. I could spend the next few weeks touching myself to that memory.

I pulled my dress back down, touching my fingers briefly to the scar behind my tattoo. I’ll always remember, I promised. It helped me remember why I didn’t love again, and why my heart wasn’t capable of feeling. The last part of me that was capable of love had been ripped out and put in the ground ten years ago, never to be resurrected again.

I had to get the guys and head downstairs to warm up. It was time to block out the world and do the one thing that kept me sane.

The crowd screamed as I bowed. We’d been playing for over two hours, and I was exhausted, but finally my head had shut up. I hadn’t seen Johnny at all, and I was relieved. The crowd was record breaking, all of them singing along with us.

“Thank you so much, Outrigger!” I screamed into my headset. They screamed back at me, and then quieted when I held my hand up so I could talk. “Tonight was our last night here, and it’s been amazing. We can’t wait to come back again and play. But after tonight, we’re headed back home to practice to go on tour! Isn’t that amazing? We’re beyond stoked to tour with Halestorm, and if I’m honest, I’m fangirling over it. I mean, it’s fucking Halestorm, right?”

The deafening sound cleared out the last of the memories in my head. “So to finish up tonight, I thought I’d sing one of my favorites from them. Hell, all of their songs are my favorites. But as a tribute to them, and for the years I’ve been idolizing them, without further ado, here’s ‘Love Bites.’

We rocked for the next three minutes. Every time I screamed into the crowd they screamed back. I jumped around the stage, giving it my all. What I wouldn’t give to be on stage singing along with Lzzy Hale as she did this song.

I waved one more time and headed down the hallway to the room, downing two bottles of water in quick succession. The guys filed in after me, all of us pumped from a great show.

“You were epic tonight, Bex,” Ryver fist bumped me, followed by Tanner and then Beau. Beau eyed me, but I turned away from him. I didn’t have time for him to try to read my current mood. I was fine now. “Whatever got you into beast mode, let’s keep that shit up.”

I laughed. If only they knew. “Thanks, guys. What’s on the agenda tonight?” It was just after eleven, and I didn’t want to go back to the room. I told myself it was because I was pumped after the show, but I knew the real reason.

Ryver wiggled his eyebrows. “Groupies.” Tanner cackled and they high-fived.

“Hell yeah,” he agreed. “Those girls out there are hardly wearing any clothes. I say we celebrate.”

Beau was still watching me, not saying a word. I knew he wouldn’t follow the guys out there. Just then, Natalie appeared.

“Fantastic show,” she said. “What do you guys think of going out and signing some autographs? I got security all lined up to keep the crowd controlled.”

“Sounds good,” I said immediately, causing four sets of eyes to swing to me. I hardly ever wanted to play nice with fans. Not that I didn’t appreciate them, because I did, but it was hard for me to be around so many people at once.

“Really?” Natalie eyed me.

“Yeah. Let’s do it. Then I want to crash. What time are we headed out tomorrow?” We lived in the area, but still a good forty-five minutes away from the beach.

“Whenever you want to,” Natalie said. “Check out is flexible.”

I thought of waking up next to Johnny and giving him head as a wake-up call. What the hell is your problem? No! Abso-fucking-lutely not! Never in my life had I woken up next to a man—willingly. I sure as shit wasn’t starting now. I shook my head to rid myself of the ridiculous thoughts.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, and my hair was wet on the ends from sweat. The only time I looked alive was after I played. “Let’s go out there. I want to eat something, too.” As if on cue, my stomach growled. I hadn’t eaten since last night. I’d been in no condition to do anything earlier today.

We’d been hanging out and signing things for fans for over an hour. Natalie had secured us a table, and we were now sitting and eating. I still hadn’t seen Johnny. I’d seen the other guy, I thought his name was Cal.

The roadies were breaking down our set and loading things up so we’d be ready to head out tomorrow. I’d be glad to sleep in my own bed again. I lived with Beau and Natalie, as I had for all of my adult life. They got me and knew I needed space, but they were there when I needed them to be.

“You okay?” Natalie slid into a seat next to me, sipping her beer. We were drinking tonight, celebrating our fantastic show.

I turned to her, narrowing my eyes on her. She knew how I felt about her asking me that shit in public. “Fine,” I spat, turning my body away from her. It was a wonder she stayed with me at all, the way I treated her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. I didn’t say anything. I chugged my beer, shoving my chair back.

“I’ll be right back.”

Natalie’s eyes met mine. “Where are you going?”

“To the fucking bathroom. Is that okay, Mom?”

Beau’s head snapped up. “Don’t be a cunt, Bex.” He was the only one other than Natalie that would stand up to me. Ryver and Tanner watched in silence. Smart men.

I flipped him off and walked away to the bathroom. I flung open the door, holding on to the sink as I stared at myself in the mirror. I forced myself to take deep breaths. It’s okay, I chanted to myself over and over until I felt my body start to relax.

I stretched my neck from side to side, breathing out as the tension started leaving my body. I flung open the door and ran directly into a brick wall. At least, that’s what it felt like. Stumbling back, I felt strong arms grab me. Fuck. Of course, it was him.

“Whoa,” he chuckled. “I’m used to women falling at my feet, but not like that.”

I ripped my arm away from his. “Shut up. What are you doing, stalking the women’s bathroom?”

He shrugged. “Natalie told me you were in here.”

“Why? Why do you care?”

He sighed, running his hand through his dark hair. “I don’t know.”

“Well stop,” I said, shouldering my way past him. “We won’t see each other after tonight anyway.”

“You live not far from here,” he said.

I turned to face him again. “So? You told me yourself this was a weekend thing only. I don’t do relationships. And as of now, our weekend fling is over.”

“I never said I wanted a relationship with you,” he said, his nose flaring. So I was making him mad, too. Good.

“What do you want,” I seethed.

“I want to satisfy you again,” he said into my ear. Goosebumps spread over my body. “I gather you’ve had a shitty day. I think I have just the medicine you need to take it away. No matter what your words say, your body says something else. The way you’re leaning into me right now? Your body is betraying you. And I bet, just as I did earlier, if I touched you right now you’d be soaked. You on that stage tonight was hotter than the last two nights combined. Admit it, Bex. We’re good together.”

My eyes widened at his words, and he must’ve seen the panic in them. “Good sex together,” he clarified, grinding into me. “Take me to your room.”

I looked over at Natalie, who was watching our exchange. I turned away from her. “Fifteen minutes,” I said. Johnny lifted his eyebrow.

“Meet me there in fifteen minutes. Not a minute before or after,” I repeated. “Got it?”

“I’m going to do a lot of things to that sassy mouth, Bex. You better be ready for me.”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me a puddle of desire.

I wrapped a towel around me, my hair dripping down my back. I’d had to shower first tonight. As hard as I’d performed, I’d been twice as sweaty as last night. Plus, I’d had to shave and exfoliate. If tonight was it with Johnny, I was going to make it count.

Tonight is it. It has to be. I’d had a long term ‘buddy’ before, but that never turned out well. Someone always got feelings. And that someone was never me.

A rapid knock on the door made me jump. I smiled. He was right on time. I loved controlling things.

I dried my hair with the towel that had been around me and walked to the door stark naked. I stood behind it as I opened it as to not give anyone in the hallway an eyeful. Johnny stepped in quickly, slamming the door behind him and flipping the deadbolt.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw my lack of clothing. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Johnny reached out and cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples into hard nubs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped closer to me.

“You’re the most talented musician I’ve ever seen,” he said against my lips. “And I’ve seen a lot of them. Watching you on that stage is almost as good as being inside you.”

If I wasn’t turned on before, he just sent me skyrocketing to the moon. His scruff scratched me as he took my lips with his. He moved his hands from my breasts to my ass, lifting me so my face was even with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against his still-clothed shaft, rocking without abandon.

He twisted his tongue around mine, nipping it gently before turning his face so he could kiss me deeply. I’d never been kissed like this before. I could barely breathe. He took one hand and held the back of my head as he continued fucking me with his mouth. I groaned, running my hands through his hair. I felt dizzy, intoxicated by the way he was taking my mouth.

When Johnny finally pulled back, my chest was heaving, and my head was spinning. “Fucking hell,” he said against my lips. “Between that hot mouth of yours and you riding me, I’m going to shoot in my pants before I even get started.” I wanted to laugh, but I was too aroused. He slid me down his body and released me. I stumbled a second before getting my balance.

“Go stand at the sink and hold on,” he said, his voice low. I looked back at the sink in the bathroom, then to him. “Don’t ask me why, Bex. Just do it.”

I didn’t want to fight. Not now. I had nothing left in me to fight. So I walked to the bathroom and stood at the sink, catching my reflection. My eyes were bright, my cheeks pink and my lips red. I looked . . . happy. No. Horny. That’s what I looked like. There was no one in this world that made me happy.

Johnny came up behind me, having lost his clothes in record time. I stared at his broad chest and shoulders in the mirror, the tattoos scrolling down his arms, chest and lower abdomen, his cut muscles, and his very obvious erection straining in front of him.

“Look at me,” he said. The tone of his voice made desire curl low in my belly. I lifted my eyes, our eyes meeting in the reflection.

“I’m going to make you forget this shitty day,” he said. “And you can be as bitchy to me as you want. I don’t mind.”

I wanted to respond, but he positioned his tip at my backside and I lost all ability to form words.

“You like that, baby?”

I gritted my teeth at the nickname, forcing the memories away. With any other guy, I’d smack him now and kick his ass out of my room. Johnny rubbed me from behind, his hands on my hips. When I didn’t answer, he backed up, no longer touching me.

When I looked up at him in the mirror, he smirked. “Tell me you like it or I stop.”

I hated bossy men. So why did I like it when he did it? “Please.”

“Please, what?”

I gripped the sink so tightly my fingers ached. But they didn’t ache as much as the area in between my legs. “Touch me, Johnny.”

A small smile played on his lips as he stepped back behind me. “That’s a good girl,” he said, guiding himself back to my entrance. “Tell me how you like it, Rocker Girl.”

I kinda liked that nickname. “Hard, Johnny. As hard as you can do it.”

Surprise flashed through his eyes at my admission. “That just so happens to be my specialty. Be a good girl and keep your hands on the counter.”

“What if I don’t?” Cooperation had never been my strong suit.

Johnny smacked my ass and then entered me, pushing himself all the way in. I wasn’t sure which thing I was more shocked about; the fact that he spanked me or that he was pounding me so hard, so fast.

No more words were said as he gripped my hips, pulling himself out before seating himself fully into me again. “Turn to the side,” he demanded, his teeth gritted together. I was momentarily confused since my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, but when he used his hands to turn my hips, I got it.

“Watch me,” he said.

“I can’t . . . counter . . .”

He smirked at my reflection in the mirror. “Can’t speak huh? That means I’m doing my job. Damn, you’re so tight. You keep one hand on the counter and your eyes on watching me do you. Do you see that? Fuck, that’s hot.”

I saw it. Boy, did I ever. One of his hands continued gripping my hip as the other came around to touch my clit. I wanted to close my eyes so badly at the sensation of him circling my sensitive nub and pounding me mercilessly at the same time.

“Eyes in the mirror,” he barked. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Watching him going in and out of me, plus the sensations, were just too much to wait out.

“Johnny,” I moaned.

“That’s right, Bex. Give it to me. All of it. Take what you want.”

He bent me over slightly and rubbed me in just the right way. “Ahhh. . . yes. Yes. Yesssss.”

He held onto both of my hips again, but I felt another wave of release coming. It was too much. I closed my eyes, my chest heaving at the overwhelming spiral I was on.

Smack. Johnny smacked me again. “Eyes on the mirror,” he said. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you shatter around my cock, baby. Do you like me to spank you?”

I knew I had to answer, but forming words was challenging. All I knew was, he couldn’t stop now, or I might die. “Yes.”

“Yes, you like it when I spank you? Oh I knew you were a dirty girl,” he said, smacking me a little lighter and then rubbing the skin. “I can’t get enough of this,” he admitted. “But I need to make you come again and relieve myself. I’ve been hard as stone since earlier today.”

There was no more talking as he picked up his pace again, sending both of us screaming and moaning to the finish line.

I laid my head against the shower wall, my legs like Jell-O. The only thing holding me up was Johnny’s hands as his mouth feasted on my sensitive skin. His tongue licked and sucked, nipping gently before using his tongue to soothe it.

I had no idea how many hours we’d been going at it, but we’d needed a shower. Except all we’d done in the shower was get dirtier. I’d started it, dropping to my knees and sucking him so hard he’d shot down my throat. There was something about taking the bossy guy he was into my own hands and making him weak in the knees that turned me on.

Except now he’d done the same to me. Twice. He didn’t play fair.

“Johnny,” I moaned as his fingers joined the party. “I can’t . . .”

“Yes, you can,” he said, looking up at me from in-between my legs. “How many has it been tonight?”

“I have no idea,” I said, my eyes closing as another was building.

“I do.” Johnny’s words reverberated off of the inside of my thighs. “As soon as I finish this one, it’ll be seven.”

Seven? I was certainly going to die from over-orgasming.

“Will my mouth do it, or will it need to be something bigger?”

Before I could answer, he shoved me against the shower wall, pushing inside me again. I may not be able to walk tomorrow.

After he was done with me in the shower, he physically carried me to the bed and laid me down. He sat on the edge as I fought consciousness. Not only had I slept like shit last night, but today’s emotional roller coaster and the overabundance of activity tonight had me wiped out.

I wanted to thank him, tell him that it was nice to meet him, and I wished him well, but I found myself fighting a lump in my throat I didn’t understand. So instead I looked at him without a word.

“I wish you the best on your tour with Halestorm,” he said finally. “I know that I’ll see your name on the charts very soon. You’re that talented.”

“Thank you,” was all I could muster. “It’s a dream come true.”

He smiled. “I know you’re tired. I’ll let myself out.”

I nodded, fighting the battle with my eyelids to stay open.

I tried to scream, but it sounded muffled with his hand over my mouth. I couldn’t move. My head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. My hands were bound to the bed, and the weight of him was keeping me from being able to move my legs. He was so strong.

“You better shut up, bitch. You asked for this. Prancing around this house with your little booty shorts on. You’ve been wanting it for weeks. Now you’re going to get it, Princess. Right where you want it. I’m taking my hand off your mouth. If you scream, I’ll blame this whole thing on you.”

I turned my head, hoping to God my foster sister Claire would wake up and help me. But she wasn’t in her bed. She was probably on the couch, as she was many nights when she missed her parents. I’d been her age when I lost everything, too. I could understand it.

Tears leaked out of my eyes as he pushed my pajama bottoms down to my knees, then pulled his shorts down to his thighs. I gagged at the sight of his hard penis. No. Please no. This couldn’t happen to me.

“It’s gonna feel so good, baby,” he groaned, rubbing his thing against my untouched flesh. Well, it had been untouched. Until now.

I yanked my hands, trying to get free. Both tears and snot ran down my face. I had to make enough noise to wake up someone.

“I love a girl that struggles. But if you don’t stop, you’ll be sorry.”

“Please don’t do this,” I begged. “I’ll do anything.”

He grinned. “Anything? Oh, I know what I want before I tap that.” He stood up and came around to the side of the bed so his penis was even with my face. “Suck it.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t. He gripped my neck, cutting off my air supply. I thrashed, shaking my head back and forth.

“Put it in your mouth, or I kill you now and fuck you after.” He held on until I opened my mouth and took him, finally letting me go. I closed my eyes as he pushed himself in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t think about what he was doing, or I would puke. So I thought about my mom. God, how I wished I could remember her. I thought of the one picture I had of us when I was first born, before I’d killed her.

His grunting brought me back to my current Hell. Thankfully he pulled out of my mouth before anything nastier happened. “Time to do that tight pussy,” he said.

“No,” I begged. “Please.”

“I know, baby,” he said. “It’s going to be so good. I’m glad you’re using your manners.”

He yanked my legs apart and shoved himself inside me, his hand over my mouth. I screamed into his palm, pain ripping me in half as he pumped mercilessly, ‘baby’ and ‘princess’ falling off of his lips in tandem. I sobbed as he grunted, muttering a string of expletives as he came inside of me.

He pulled out, the pain so great it made the room spin. “Next time, it’ll be your ass. I can’t wait to try that.” He stood up, pulling his pants back up. “Oh, and if you tell anyone, Claire will be next.”

Claire was seven years old.

“Help me,” I cried after he shut the door behind him. “Help me.”

“Bex,” a voice broke through my cries for help. “Wake up.”

Someone was in my room. It was him. He was going to finish what he started. My eyes flew open, confused when I saw Johnny sitting next to me. Where was he?

It hit me that I’d been dreaming. Oh, my God. What was Johnny doing here?

I sat up. “What the fuck?”

“I must’ve fallen asleep,” Johnny said. “I’m sorry. I was sitting here in this chair, and I just woke up to you crying out.”

I flung back the covers and stood up. “You need to go.”

“I know,” Johnny said, coming around the bed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to still be here. I guess I was worn out, too.”

I looked at the clock next to the bed. I’d been asleep for over two hours. It was almost dawn.

He stood at the door, his hand on the handle. Johnny turned back to me. I was still standing next to the bed. I’m sure I looked like a hot mess, but I felt like even more of one. He’d heard me talking in my sleep. God knows what I’d said.

“Tell me one thing,” he said.

I said nothing. I didn’t plan on telling him anything.

“Are you okay?”

I sucked in a breath, biting my lip to keep the emotion from my dream at bay. Before I could answer him, he crossed the small space in between us and hauled me into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me. I stood, shocked, for several seconds before I realized my arms were wrapping around his waist. I was touching him. He was touching me. He was hugging me.

I couldn’t tell you the last time someone even tried to hug me. They knew better. He smelled like the shampoo we’d used in the shower and something that was just . . . him. My brain screamed to push him away and kick him out of this room and out of my life.

But the other part of me wasn’t listening.