Текст книги "Honesty"
Автор книги: Regina Frame
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Honesty
by
Regina Frame
DEDICATION
To my daughter Kayla. You make me so proud!
Acknowledgments
I'd like to say a big thank you to the readers. You inspire me to continue this journey. Thank you to My Sexy Street Team. You girls Rock! Thank you to Titan Ink for taking a chance on me.
Titles by Regina Frame
The Beaumont Trilogy
Saving Chloe
Parker's Past
Forever Complete
My Unexpected Valentine
About the Author
Regina Frame lives in a small town in Alabama with her husband and three dogs. During the day you'll find her sitting with her laptop working on her latest novel. She spends her evenings with her family or reading a steamy romance novel.
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Prologue
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Linc
"You're out of control!" Court yelled at me while he stormed across the room, trying to control his anger. I watched as his eyes took in yet another trashed penthouse suite. Yeah, I get a little out of control sometimes after a show. I party a little too hard. I drink, I do drugs; so sue me. So does every member of Dirty Affliction. It does seem to be getting worse lately. I feel like I'm at my breaking point, but I'm not about to tell Court that.
Fuck him! He doesn't have a clue what I'm going through.
"Linc, you need to get this under control, man. I can understand a little partying, but this has gone completely out of hand. I'm putting Dirty Affliction’s tour on hold for a few weeks,” he said, which brought me back to reality for a moment; a break from my drug induced haze.
What the hell is he going on about now? I wish he would just get the hell out and let me get some rest. I'm wiped.
I let my head fall back against the sofa and closed my eyes. The room went dark. "Fuck, Linc, are you even listening to me?" He asked, but I was already out and there was no coming back, not for a while anyway.
I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on a door. I forced my eyes to open, which was not an easy task.
Fuck! I wish that pounding would stop.
My head roared with the mother of all hangovers. I ran my hands roughly over my face in an attempt to wake myself up. My eyes scanned the room. All the devastation from last night's party was like a kick in the gut. Court is going to flip. This was not the first time this had happened. I was quickly running up a tab for all the carnage I’d been leaving behind.
There's that pounding again.
I stood, crossed the room, and opened the door to find Court glaring on the other side. He pushed past me and into the room.
"Oh good, you finally decided to wake up," he said with a voice dripping with sarcasm. "Get a shower. We are going to have a meeting and you reek of alcohol and only God knows what else. The rest of the guys will be here in a few minutes," he said, glaring at me. I turned and headed for the shower, flipping him the bird as I left the room. "Real mature,” he said. I grunted an intelligible response. Man, he was so highly strung. He needed to relax and partake in a little partying every once in a while; maybe get his dick wet, and then maybe he wouldn't be such an asshole.
Once I’d finished my shower, I got dressed and headed back into the den where I found the rest of the gang sitting quietly among shambles of furniture.
Boy, we really did fuck this place up.
I must have had a good time, but I couldn’t quite remember. "Have a seat. I have some things we need to discuss," Court announced. I walked over and sat on one of the black stools at the kitchen island. "Guys, this..." he said, gesturing with his hand toward the broken coffee table and lamp beside the sofa, among other things. “It's gotten out of hand and it stops. It stops today. The hotel is threatening legal action and wants to ban you from all of their hotels. Guys, this is not good for publicity. I can understand getting caught up in the fame, but this is not the kind of notoriety you want. That's why I'm putting the tour on hold for a few weeks. We've got to get a hold on this before someone gets hurt or worse,” he said. I could visibly see him bracing for impact, and if my head hadn’t been about to explode, I'd have knocked him on his ass.
"There's no way we're putting this tour on hold. We've got fifteen shows, not to mention radio appearances," I argued. My voice escalated, which only made the pain in my head worse. My eyes moved to the guys sitting to my left. Jinx sat, playing on his phone while Chance and Levi looked on like fucking brownnosers, not saying a word.
Pussies.
Court closed the distance between us, and I noticed the muscle in his jaw was twitching.
"This is how it's going to go," he demanded, looking directly at me. I felt like I was being singled out. Hell, maybe I was. "The tour is on hold. I've already put the word out. All of you..." He turned his attention to Jinx, Levi, and Chance. "You guys are going to get your shit together. I've got the office working on some public appearances and a few signings for you. You're going to work on PR,” he said, and then turned his attention back to me. "Linc, I've watched you dig yourself into a hole for the last year now. Don't think I haven't noticed the frequent trips to the bathroom, along with the occasional nosebleed. I don't know if you need to go to rehab..."
I interrupted him before he could continue. "What the fuck man? I don't need fucking rehab!” I shouted, balling my hands into fists at my sides. Court took a step forward and stopped directly in front of me, pinning me under his steel gray eyes.
"Take a look around you, Linc! This is not what you refer to as a little partying. This, my friend, is you, spiraling out of control. You're going to crash, and you're going to crash hard. Think about all of your fans. Is this the kind of thing you want plastered all over the tabloids? Fans don't stick around for some washed-up drug addict who can't produce a good show or CD. I'm not saying that's where you're at now, but you're headed there at warp speed. If your career means anything to you, you'll get your shit together. Whether you need rehab, fucking therapy or a damn under water basket weaving class, if it will help you get yourself straightened out, I suggest you do it,” he stated, poking his finger into my chest.
"Or what?" I asked, provoking him, simply because it amused me.
"Or, I'll hire a babysitter, someone to watch you 24-7," he proclaimed, arching his brow as if daring me to say something else.
Okay, so that's how we're going to play this.
"I guess you’d better start the interviews, because I'm not going to therapy," I said and stormed off to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
Babysitter my ass.
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Two Weeks Later
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the counter and crossed the room to where Levi and Chance were sitting on the sofa, each with a girl in his lap. The blonde in Levi's lap had already stripped out of her shirt and was wearing only a short skirt and a black push up bra. She had her face buried in his neck, while he palmed one of her large breasts. The woman sitting with Chance, was making him work a little harder for what he wanted. He kept trying to move his hand up her skirt, but she pushed it away every time. Fuck that was funny. I don't think anyone has ever denied that boy anything. Girls are usually a sucker for his green Mohawk and piercings. I tipped the bottle up to my lips and took a healthy gulp, enjoying the after burn as it traveled down my throat. "Where's Jinx?" I shouted over the music. Chance looked up from the Redhead on his lap.
"I saw him walk in his room about an hour ago with some chic hot on his heels," he said.
"There you are," I heard a voice purr behind me. I then felt someone slip their arms around my waist and bury their nose in the crook of my neck, sucking on my skin. I could recognize that cheap perfume anywhere. I turned into her and grabbed her hip with one hand, pulling her hard against my body, and digging my fingers into the cheeks of her ass.
"I was wondering when you were going to show up." I said, brushing my lips up her neck and nipping at her ear. I met Willow in the bar last night and brought her back to my room, where we did some very dirty things. I wasn’t against hitting that again.
"Did you miss me, baby?" Her syrupy sweet voice purred. She has the kind of voice that, if I were sober, it would sound like nails on a chalkboard, but since I wasn’t sober at the moment, it was something I could definitely overlook.
"I missed that sweet pussy of yours," I whispered, slapping her ass with my free hand, whilst taking another healthy drink of whiskey. "You ready to fuck a rock star baby?" I asked. I walked her to my bedroom and closed the door, leaving all the other assholes to do whatever it is they like to do.
I need this. Court didn’t understand that I fucking need this. I needed the drugs, the alcohol, and I definitely needed the pussy. Those were the only things that keep my demons at bay, otherwise, I'd go fucking insane. I crashed my lips into hers, walking her backward until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she fell down. She looked up at me with seductive blue eyes and began to wiggle out of her short denim skirt, exposing all of her sun kissed skin. I pulled a condom from my pocket and made quick work of my t-shirt and jeans, while never taking my eyes off the strip tease Willow was performing in front of me. I stepped out of my gray boxers, letting my hard cock spring free. She licked her lips and lifted herself up onto her elbows, watching as I rolled the condom on and stepped between her legs. I wrapped her legs around my hips and jerked her hard against my throbbing dick. Her head fell back onto the bed and a sexy moan escaped her pouty pink lips.
"Mmm."
I slid my finger through her slit and coated my finger with her juices. "You're a very dirty girl," I teased and she moaned again. "The first time is going to be fast. I need it fast and hard," I said as I fisted my dick and pumped it a few times before slamming into her, balls deep. I plunged into her, over and over, while circling her clit with my thumb. I needed this release and I needed it now. I pulled out and flipped her over so that she lay on her stomach; her ass is in the air. I bent forward and slid my tongue along her slit causing her breath to hitch. I dug my fingers into her hips as I slid into her in one hard thrust. "Don't hold out on me baby. Tell me how I make you feel," I said, slapping her ass while pounding into her wet pussy over and over.
"You're the best, Linc," she breathed. "You're the fucking best. You make it hurt so well," she declared with a moan. I reached around to pinch and roll her nipple between my fingers, causing her to scream out in pleasure.
"That's it baby, let it out. Are you ready? You’d better be, because I am," I announced, thrusting into her a few more times, causing her to lose control. She fell over the edge just before I shattered into a million pieces. I fell on top of her sweaty body and we both lay there, gasping for air while coming down from the intense orgasm that I just gave both of us.
Linc
I didn't think it would be a problem when Jinx told the band that his sister, Honesty, would be traveling with us this time around. He warned every one of us that she was off-limits to us. I didn't see that being a problem, since the last time I saw her was over a year ago and she was just this awkward girl who looked like she should be heading up a Daisy do-gooder group somewhere. My memory of her looked nothing like the dark haired beauty standing alongside Jinx right now. This girl was all curves, creamy skin, pink pouty lips, and emerald green eyes. She was the star of every boy's wet dream and every man's dirty fantasy. I knew that I was probably going to hell for even thinking that way about her, but, damn! I was lucky that Jinx couldn’t read my mind, because I'm pretty sure that he would have pounded me into the ground for the X-rated thoughts that I was having about his sister. How in the hell was I supposed to be around her for three months and not touch her, especially with the way she was eye fucking me? There was something hiding behind those eyes, behind that sweet, innocent exterior and I was dying to find out what she was keeping locked away.
The bus ride to Nashville was fucking hell. We all decided it would be best to give Honesty the bedroom in the back of the bus since she needed more privacy than we did. It was kind of hard to get used to not walking around half naked whenever we wanted, and keeping a lid on the bad language was even harder. Levi didn't lock the bathroom door yesterday and she walked in on him when he was getting out of the shower. Needless to say, he learned his lesson when she got an eye-full of his junk. I thought his face was actually redder than hers. I've been fucking hard for the last eight hours just from her sweet smell wafting throughout the bus. I’d take vanilla and jasmine any day over the usual body odor and ass crack that normally hangs in the air.
We were all in the dressing room back stage, waiting for the cover band to finish their set. Everything was pretty much as it was every show; we all had our own ways of getting in the zone. Jinx pounded out a beat against his thighs, Levi was in the corner, running through lyrics, and Chance was playing Halo on the Xbox and fucking shouted every time he killed one of his opponents. How that prepared him to play guitar, I'll never know, but somehow it worked for him. I guess don't fuck with it if it works for him. I, on the other hand, had a bottle of Jack in my hand and a speedball in my pocket. I was pretty much drunk already.
I was usually able to grab one of the numerous groupies who start hanging around early, but this time, I'd much rather have been in the room with Honesty. I'd rather be filling my time fucking her senseless in the bathroom. I really needed to get my shit together, but it was hard as hell with the way her eyes moved up my body from across the room. I knew if she kept looking at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I was half tempted to pull her into a corner and fuck her hard right then. I wanted nothing more than to make her scream my name.
Damn! I'm hard again.
My eyes landed on hers from across the room and I winked at her as I adjusted my massive hard-on in my jeans. Yes, I just did that in front of her. That's right, I said massive. I don't exaggerate; just ask any of the girls and they'll tell you that I'm hung like a horse, and pierced for her pleasure. I’d known since I was younger that I was blessed, I just didn't realize just how much until every girl in tenth grade was offering it up to me. After that I’d always had an endless supply of pussy at my disposal. I guess guys in the locker room really do check out each other's junk. That should have pissed me off, but hey, I was still reaping the benefits, so I’d let it slide this time.
I had pulled out my guitar and began tuning it when Jinx stepped into my space. "I know you have your group of whores you bring back after a show, but you need to fuck them somewhere else tonight. I don't want Honesty exposed to that shit." It really pissed me off that he thought he could tell me what to do, but the truth was that I had no intention of fucking a groupie tonight. I had my sights set on a certain curvy brunette, who was currently eye fucking me while licking her lips from across the room. It was a good thing that Jinx had his back to her, or he would have caught onto the X-rated thoughts I was having about his sister.
"Fuck off," I told him, just to piss him off. Surprise, surprise it worked.
"Look dude," he said, towering over me, which was saying a lot because I'm 6'2. He had at least a good three inches on me, but I was never one to back down, even if he was a friend. I shot up from my chair and knocked it backward in the process, causing it to scrape across the tile floor. All eyes turned to us as I stepped into his space.
"Let's get one thing straight. You don't tell me who to fuck, or where to fuck them, but being that I like Honesty, I'll consider it." My eyes moved to her as she walked across the room and stopped in front of Jinx. She placed her small hands on her curvy hips, tilted her head up, and looked at him with determination in her eyes.
"I'm not a child Jinx. I'm twenty-three years old, and I don't need you trying to shield me or protect me from anything, so just back the fuck off," she snapped at him. My little kitten had some spunk underneath those tight fitting jeans. I liked it! I liked it a lot.
"I know you're not a child, but I also know Linc thinks with his dick most of the time. I'd rather he not expose you to the string of women he normally brings back after a show," Jinx told her, but his eyes were still on me.
"I'm warning you Jinx, If you don't back off and let me live my own life, I'll go back home. I couldn’t care less what you guys do before or after a show. Do you honestly think I've been living the life of a nun? Let me be the first one to tell you that I haven't. I'll leave and I don't care if I do have to live with one of my friends, at least I'll be able to be myself and have a little fun," she stated. Jinx finally gave up and walked away, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath.
"Ignore him. He still considers me a child. He doesn't realize that I've grown up and I can take care of myself," she said.
"I'm sure you can, sweetheart. I'm sure there's a lot of things that you can do that he wouldn't approve of," I said, both of us grinning.
"Play your cards right and I just might show you some of those things," she whispered. Well, fuck me! I watched the sway of her hips as she strutted across the room and picked up a bottle of water off the snack table.
These three months just might be the best three months of my life.
We moved to the backstage area and waited as the crew set up for us. I watched Honesty as she moved into a darkened corner just off stage and out of sight of the crowd. Jinx didn't want her in the crowd because sometimes the women close to the front can be ruthless. It was best that she be kept safe backstage. I had to resist the urge to join her there. Instead, I winked and flashed her a smile which she returned. We needed to hurry and get this fucking show on the road. I planned to make her mine and it couldn’t happen soon enough.
Fuck Jinx and the horse he rode in on.
