Текст книги "Honesty"

Автор книги: Regina Frame

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"How could you let me sleep for five hours?" I asked as I stepped around him and slid into the space across from him. He tilted his head up from his paper and his light brown eyes met mine. This was the first time since he had been back that I had really gotten a good look into his eyes. They looked clear, unlike the dull, drugged-out look. The little gold flecks throughout sparkled under the overhead fluorescent light.

"I came back to check on you and you looked so peaceful, so I just closed the door and came back up front. It's no big deal. Really, I swear to you that I'm not going to do anything. I've been working on a song that's been in the back of my mind. Now that the drug fog has lifted, I can actually stop long enough to get it down on paper," he said, closing the notebook.

"That's great. I didn't realize you wrote most of the band's songs until Jinx told me. You've got some crazy talent," I told him. He looked away and shifted in his seat. Sensing that he was uncomfortable talking about his writing, I dropped the subject. "I'm sorry if you thought I was implying that you were going to do something that you shouldn't. That's not what I meant at all," I explained.

He turned to meet my gaze and something in his eyes had changed. Was that anger that I was seeing?

"I know. I just feel like everyone's watching every little thing that I do. They're probably all thinking that I'm going to go off the deep end at any moment, or maybe they're all looking at my eyes to see if I'm high. I can honestly say that I don't plan on using, so all of you guys need to go on with your lives and stop worrying about me.” His voice escalated at the end, and it made me wonder what had just happened.

Did I do something that set him off? I needed to do something quickly to smooth things out

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving," I said as I walked over to the full size fridge and opened the door to examine the contents. I usually ate at least some cereal or toast for breakfast, and being that we left so early, none of us had a chance to eat. Pulling out a pack of sliced turkey and some Swiss cheese, I looked over my shoulder and asked, "Why don't I fix us a sandwich?" I grabbed a couple of paper plates and napkins from the cabinet, not waiting for his answer. Thank God Court had someone stock the buses for us or we would be shit out of luck. All I brought with me was a pack of gum and a tin of mints.

"Thanks," he said as I slid the plate in front of him.

"Sure. How much longer until we reach Seattle?" I asked him. I didn’t really care, I was just trying to make conversation, and because I couldn't think of anything else, I grasped on to the first thing that came to mind.

"It will probably be on into the early morning hours, by the time we stop for gas several times, and if Chance ran out of Skittles, well, you know that would be a Code Red right there," he said with a chuckle. Good. His mood had changed and there was no longer the fire of anger behind his eyes that was there earlier.

"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked him as I took the empty plate from in front of him and toss it in the trash. When he didn’t speak, I turned from the where I'd walked to the trash can, and met his molten gaze; a gaze that automatically made me squeeze my thighs together.

"Who's staring now?" I teased, giving him my best sexy grin. Standing from the small table he closed the distance between us in two short strides. He was standing so close that I could practically feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and it suddenly became harder to breathe.

"I could look at you for hours on end, beautiful." Hearing him call me beautiful caused my stomach to flutter like thousands of butterflies fluttering about. Golden eyes stared down at me; eyes dancing with mischief. "What do you say to a friendly game of cards?" He asked, cupping my cheek in his big hand. I couldn’t help it. My body reacted on its own accord and leaned into the warmth.

"Okay," I breathed. There was enough sexual electricity between us that you could have lit all of New York with it. He reached into a small drawer beneath the sink and pulled out a pack of playing cards. I followed him over to the small nook and sank into the seat.

"What do you say to a friendly game of Strip Twenty-One?" He asked, quirking a dark brown brow at me. My mind raced as my good and bad conscience fought with one another. I knew where this was headed and I wanted him so bad. My power of resistance was incredibly low as I looked into his warm gaze. I couldn’t seem to get the word, “No” to move past my lips, so I nodded in agreement.

Damn!

He shuffled and reshuffled the cards before dealing out two cards each. "Ladies first." He grinned wickedly at me. Chewing my bottom lip, I slowly turned over my cards. Staring up at me was a ten of hearts and an eight of diamonds. "Eighteen," he said. My eyes moved to his strong hands, where he drummed his long fingers on top of his cards, as if he were trying to make me sweat. Licking my bottom lip, I watched as he flipped over his cards. Relief flooded my body when he revealed a nine of clubs and a two of hearts. I couldn't hold back the smile that spread across my face. My eyes met his and I quirked a brow.

"Your call," he said, winking at me.

"I'm not sure that's how you play the game. Don't we start with something small, like socks or something?" I asked, only because I knew that I would lose a hand at some point and I could see him going straight for the pants or shirt.

"New rules, we get to pick what we want the other person to remove," he replied, and I was pretty sure he wanted me to get him naked, then and there, but I thought I would change it up a little.

"Socks," I said, smiling sweetly.

"Not wearing any," he answered. I looked under the table, only to find that he was telling the truth. He was barefoot. My eyes searched his body, taking in all articles of clothing he was wearing.

"Watch," I told him, and watched as he took it off and laid it off to the side.

Then it was my turn to deal the cards. When he revealed his cards this time, he had a total of twenty-one, and I knew that I was pretty much screwed, unless I had the same total. After flipping my cards over and looking at them, my heart began to flutter, and my stomach flipped as I took in the two of diamonds and four of clubs. I was so screwed. "Go ahead!" I snapped "Let's get it over with," I said as I roll my eyes at him.

"Alright," he said, letting his eyes rake over my body, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Remove your t-shirt," he said, giving me that damn panty-melting smile that got me every time. I grasped the hem of my shirt, lifted it over my head, and tossed it on the table, on top of his watch. My nipples hardened under the heat of his stare, and all I could think about at the moment was the way his calloused fingers felt as they pinched and tugged at them the last time we were together.

Ugh! I'm in trouble.

When the cards were revealed this time, I was still on the losing end.

"Get rid of the pants, Sweet Cheeks," he commanded. His eyes were now darker brown and full of lust. Unfolding my legs from the bench seat, I stood and slowly worked the black yoga pants over my thighs, and down to my ankles where I stepped out of them and then kicked them to the side. I said a prayer, thanking the underwear gods that I had worn a matching set that day: a pink, lace bra and matching pair of boy shorts.

Before I was able to take my place at the table, he was up and out of his seat, standing in front of me with one hand on my waist and the other gripping the hair at the nape of my neck. He took my mouth in a feverish kiss. His lips and hands skated over my neck and shoulders. I felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the bus. I tried to catch my breath, to calm my racing heart, but there was no use. I remembered how good he could make me feel, and my body was screaming at me to just let go and let it happen. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and then he sucked on it. God, he tasted like mint and Dr. Pepper. My fingers slid into his hair and I tugged lightly, causing a groan to sound in the back of his throat. He pulled back, panting, and rested his forehead against mine.

"I want to fuck you. No, I need to fuck you," he said, his lips searing into mine.

"Then do it," I breathed. I tugged a little harder on his hair. His hands moved to my hips, where he dug his fingers in deep, almost painful, before scooping me up and carrying me to my bedroom. He kicked the door closed. He let my body slide slowly down his until my feet touched the hardwood floor.

"There is something wrong with this picture," I said, before placing a kiss in the center of his chest.

"What's that babe?" He asked, cupping my face is his big hands.

"You have on way too many clothes," I told him. He reached behind his head, grabbing the neck of his shirt; I pulled it off in one swift movement. My hands immediately went to the button on his jeans and made fast work of stripping him of them. I smiled up at him when I discovered that he was commando. His thick cock stood proud and I toyed with the piercing with my fingertips. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall free of my shoulders and land at my feet. He slid his fingers beneath the elastic of my boy shorts, pushed them down my legs, and I kicked them to the side. When his warm mouth covered my nipple, my brain clouded with lust and need. I couldn't form a complete thought. I just knew that I needed him to fuck me, and fuck me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and climbed his body like a tree. I kissed him as if my life depended on it. Our kissing turned frantic as we devoured each other with our lips. I was pretty sure I would be covered in “love bites” the next day, but I didn’t fucking care. All I cared about was satisfying the intense pulsing between my thighs. He crawled up the bed, with me still clinging to his body. I felt my back hit the cool, silk comforter as his body hovered over mine. I opened my thighs and he settled in between as if we were made for each other. I could feel the heat of his skin and the cool metal of his piercing resting at my opening.

"Don't stop," I said, pulling him down for another kiss. He lifted his hips and entered my body in one hard thrust. "Linc!" I gasped as his piercing moved over my internal bundle of nerves. "Harder!" I cried, while tugging hard on his hair.

"Baby, if you keep pulling my hair like that, I won't be able to control myself," he said, still thrusting at a steady pace.

"Don't hold back,” I said, tugging hard enough to pull his head back. He thrust into me hard, over and over, and with every hard thrust, my body moved up the bed. I wondered to myself if the people passing in cars could see the bus rocking. His hand slid up my side and he cupped my breast where he squeezed and massaged with a firm grip. A familiar tingle began deep in my belly and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Linc, I'm close," I whimpered against his sweat slicked shoulder.

"I know baby, so am I," he grunted. "Come with me Honesty. Come now!" He shouted as he thrust into me so hard that my head hit the headboard, but I didn't care. My whole body shattered, as bright colors burst behind my eyelids. His muscles tensed above me as he filled me with hot jets of his cum. We lay there for several long minutes in silence as we both tried to catch our breath and calm our racing hearts.

"I missed you," I admitted. He lifted his head and met my eyes, both of us still trembling from our release.

"I missed you so much, beautiful," he told me and placed a slow sensual kiss on my lips before rolling onto his side, being careful not to crush me. I missed his warmth immediately. Rolling onto my side, I draped my arm across his waist and rested my head on his chest. My body was drained and I was exhausted. I listened to the steady thrum of his heart as it sang me to sleep.

"Stop! Stop!"

I was startled awake when I heard him shout and then his body rolled from beneath me, almost causing me to roll to the floor. I had to blink a few times as I took in the sight of him, sitting in the floor, hunched over with his arms over his head as if he were protecting it from something or someone. Unsure of what to do, I found myself on the floor beside him on my knees. I wrapped my arms around his trembling body and whispered calming words until he finally lifted his eyes to mine. What I saw was the look of surprise as he scrambled to his feet.

"What happened?" I asked him as he sat down on the side of the bed, dropping his head to his hands.

"I just had a bad dream. I'm okay, everything's okay," he answered, not looking at me. I crawled to him so I was directly between his legs; I placed my hands on his knees and gave them a gentle squeeze as my way of letting him know that I was here for him. "Just a dream," he mumbled again, so I let it go. This was a conversation for another time. My heart hurt for him, because whatever he was going through was very painful, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Maybe he was not ready to tell me yet and all I could do was be there for him when he did. He lay back on the bed and buried his face in his pillow, not saying a word. I crawled in beside him, wrapping him in my arms until sleep claimed us both.

Someone knocking on the bedroom door woke me hours later. I sat up, pulling the sheet up around my neck to hide my naked body. It was then that I realized that I was alone. Linc got out of bed at some point and didn't wake me.

"Yes?" I said to the person on the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and my brother stepped into the room.

"Wake up, sleeping beauty. We're in Seattle," he said and handed me a hotel keycard.

"You could've just given it to Linc," I said, looking over my brother’s shoulder for any sign of Linc on the bus.

"He said he needed to make a phone call and that I should give it to you," he explained while eying me suspiciously.

"Yes. Before you even ask, yes we slept together," I told him.

“I've given up that fight, Honesty. All I'm going to say is, that I hope you know what you're doing," he said before walking out and closing the door behind him. I sighed heavily and flopped back down onto the bed. I hoped I knew what I was doing too.

A short time later, the bedroom door opened and in walked Linc.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said before leaning in and placing a kiss on my forehead.

"What time is it?" If we're in Seattle, it's got to be well after midnight.

He pulled his cell from his back pocket and glanced at it before responding, “It's four in the morning. We've been here a couple of hours, but you looked so peaceful lying there, I hated to wake you. The guys are ready to eat," he told me as his hand slid over my ribs, stopping at my hip, and I was immediately wet. "I'm hungry," he paused for a moment, "but not for food," he said, lifting a brow and smiling down at me. About that time, my stomach rumbled really loud and the smile disappeared off of his face. "Get dressed," he said, smacking my ass hard enough that it stung.

After dressing in a pair of gray yoga pants and a black Dirty Affliction t-shirt and tennis shoes, Linc and I met the guys outside the bus where a shuttle waited to take us to eat.

"Let's go to Cracker Barrel. I love their hash browns," Jinx said.

"No, let's go to Waffle House, they've got smothered and covered. You'll be fine with those," Levi told him, and they all begin to argue back and forth over which would be the best place to eat, so I decided to take it upon myself to make the decision.

"We're going to IHOP because I'm in the mood for some chocolate chip pancakes, so suck it up and get your asses in the van," I told them while climbing onto the small shuttle bus. Like good little band soldiers, and without another word, we headed for the nearest IHOP. I made a mental note to handle them like children the next time they argued like two year olds.

After we'd all eaten way too much, we arrived back at the hotel and headed up to our rooms to shower and get ready for the day. The band had to be at the venue in a couple of hours to run through their show which means that I'll need to be there for Linc. I didn’t know if Sweet Misery would be there at the same time, but I hoped not. I didn’t know if I could hold myself back from pulling Teagan’s fucking hair out. According to Court, she and Courtney were supposed to keep their distance from the guys, especially Linc, but if she wanted to get close to him, she would find away. I just hoped that Linc had enough will power not to seek her out.

Linc

"You ready babe? The guys are waiting for us in Court's room next door," I said, just as she walked into the den area of our suite. The moment my eyes landed on her sexy curves, the air rushed from my lungs, making it hard for me to breathe. She was wearing a pair of dark skin tight jeans and a fitted t-shirt with the words, "I'm with the band" written across her perky tits. My eyes moved over her luscious body as I grabbed my crotch to shift my growing erection to a more comfortable position. Her green eyes sparkled and a smile spread across her beautiful face. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and she loved it.

"You trying to kill me babe?" I said, closing the distance between us.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" She smiled shyly but her eyes shown with mischief.

"You know damn well what you're doing to me. I ought to take you in there right now," I tilted my head in the direction of the bedroom, "and show you just how hard you make me," I told her, grabbing her hips and pulling her tight against my body so that she could feel how hard I was for her.

"Down big boy. They're waiting for us, remember?" She fucking winked at me. Fucking winked! "As soon as practice is over, I promise you can show me how hard I make you. In fact, I think I should be punished for teasing you as you so implied,” she said.

"Holy shit! You have no idea what you just brought on yourself. Let's go! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back here and I can bury myself deep into that tight, little pussy of yours," I said, grabbing her hand and practically pulling her into the hallway. The sound of her giggles caused my chest to tighten painfully. This beautiful woman had no idea what she did to me. She made me feel things that I never thought I'd feel for anyone because I never wanted to let anyone in. Honesty had been tearing down the walls that I built up a long time ago. There was only one wall that I was worried about her getting past, and the more time that I spent with her, the more she was chipping away at it. I just hoped when it finally crumbled and everything was revealed that she didn’t walk away.

"It's about fucking time you two showed your face! We're already fifteen minutes late. What have you two been doing?" Court growled.

"Fuck! Court don’t ask him things like that. That's not something a brother wants to hear for fuck’s sake!" Jinx shouted from across the room where he was sitting on glass top coffee table in front of the sofa.

"That's none of your fucking business. We're here now so let's get this over with," I told him. Court took out his cell and placed a call to have our transportation ready when we made it to the lobby. It was a good thing too, because when we stepped off the elevator, we were bombarded with fans, reporters, and flashing cameras. I wrapped my arm around Honesty’s waist and pulled her close to my body as we made our way through the crowd with hotel security.

"Linc, we heard you were in rehab?" Have you used again? Are you dating Jinx's sister?" Questions were coming from every direction, but we kept our heads down and let Court handle them. That's why he made the big bucks, as our manager it was his job to put up with this shit so that we don't have to. We all climbed into the waiting limo and headed for the venue, where we'd run through our set and hopefully take care of any sound and lighting issues before tonight's show.

"That was crazy!" Honesty exclaimed, running her fingers through her silky, brown hair. Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pulled her close and placed a kiss on the top of her head. She sighed sweetly and looked up at me through her dark lashes.

"It's because word got out that I've been in rehab. It'll only get worse now because everyone will be watching and trying to catch me fucking up. It wouldn't surprise me if they haven't all placed bets on when I'll screw up again," I said. It was true. The paparazzi could be cold hearted bastards. All they wanted was their money making shot or big story that would make them millions.

"That's awful," she whispered, laying her head on my shoulder. I absentmindedly traced little circles on her bare arm with my fingertips.

"It's true though," Jinx told her. "Most of them are snakes in the grass, and if any of them approach you, let one of us know. Don't say a word to them. Let Court or security handle it. That's what they're paid to do; they specialize in that sort of thing," he said, and she nodded.

We arrived at the venue a few minutes later and entered through one of the security doors in the back. Luckily there was a chain link fence around the back to prevent any unauthorized people from getting to us. The first thing I noticed was Sweet Misery's bus is in the parking lot and immediately my heart began to race. Honesty must have sensed it because she laced her fingers with mine and placed a kiss on my knuckles. I glanced down into her green eyes and gave her a reassuring smile that I was sure didn’t reach my eyes.

"I'm okay babe." I kissed the top of her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere. Remember that," she told me, squeezing my hand gently and I nodded in understanding. God, how had I gotten so lucky to have her in my life?

There were roadies and security staff scattered about. Everyone was scurrying about, swapping out equipment, getting ready for the next band to take the stage for practice. Once everything was set up and our instruments were in place, we took the stage. I glanced to the right of the stage where Honesty stood with a beaming smile in place. I stuck out my tongue and fluttered it wildly, reminding her of what I would be doing to her later. Her face flushed a bright shade of pink. I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.

"One. Two. Three. Four," Jinx counted out while striking his drum sticks, leading us into our first song.

After working through any kinks that needed perfecting, I packed up my guitar and headed for the side of the stage where Honesty stood, waiting for me. All I could think about was getting her back to the room and naked.

"You guys sounded great!" Honesty said as she met me half way across the stage.

"Thanks babe." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. I reached behind her, cupping her ass, giving it a squeeze, causing her to squeal with laughter.

"Hey guys! Hold up just a minute." Court interrupted our quick departure. I need you back here two hours early tonight because Rocker Magazine wants to do a photo shoot for their next issue," he said. "And before you all start bitching about it; I know its short notice, but we could use some good press. I really think it will be a positive thing for Linc," he explained, looking in my direction. I gave a chin lift to let him know that I was down with that. I was just ready to get out of there and back to the hotel where I could have Honesty all to myself.

Jinx called Honesty over to where he was standing beside his drum kit, just as my phone vibrated in my pocket, signaling a new text.

What the fuck! It was from Teagan.

Teagan: I missed you like crazy. We've got six months to make up for, baby.

Meet me somewhere?

Me: I'm not meeting you anywhere. I'm through with this. The drugs, the

Alcohol and you! Don't fucking text me. Don't even look in my fucking direction!

Teagan: You don't mean that! We have great sex, and besides, I have some special dust. You know what I'm talking about. Meet me at our bus at midnight. I promise you won't be disappointed.

This is some mother fucking fucked up shit! The moment she mentioned special dust, the itch began. I knew from the term ‘special dust’ she meant cocaine and ecstasy. I had only used it once before with her and we fucked like rabbits. In all my years of drug use, I had never experienced anything like it, and that was saying a lot. All of my senses were magnified a thousand times over. The skin to skin feeling alone was almost enough to make me have an orgasm. I remember all too well how good it felt to bury myself balls deep while high on that shit.

"Ready to go?" I was startled from my thoughts as Honesty wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. I shoved my phone into the front pocket of my jeans in hopes of her not seeing the text that I had been staring at for the last few minutes. I would have to deal with Teagan later.

"Let's go baby," I responded, turning in her arms and then slapping her on her ass. "I seem to remember being teased right before we left. I think you need to be punished for that," I said with my mouth against her ear. I heard her quick intake of breath, the rise and fall of her chest increased with each breath.

"I like the sounds of that." She giggles when I grabbed her hand and led her from the stage. We couldn’t get back to the room fast enough!

********

The venue was packed. There were cars and buses as far as the eye could see as the limo pulled to a stop at our designated entrance, where four security guards stood with their beefy arms crossed over their chests.

"You guys follow me," Court said as he greets us the moment we stepped through the big metal door. Honesty's hand slid into mine and we laced our fingers together as we all followed Court to the end of a long hallway to a door marked, "Private." We followed him inside to find a white cloth backdrop with several bright lights positioned in front of it, along with a camera tripod. A tall, thin man with a goatee stood in front of the tripod doing something with the camera while the curvy blonde standing next to him made notes on the clip board she clutched in her left hand.

"Welcome guys. My name is Jerome and I'm here representing Rocker Magazine. We will be featuring Dirty Affliction in this upcoming edition. You'll grace the cover, along with several individual photos inside. Grace, here, will get you all in position so we can begin. If you'll just do as she says, we'll get this show on the road. I know you all have more important things to do than stand around and look pretty for the camera," he said and threw his head back, laughing. I was already on edge from the texts from Teagan and now this mother fucker thought he was a damn comedian. It took everything in me to go along with the shoot. I mean, who in the hell asked for a spur of the moment photo shoot, right before we went on stage to perform for a sold out crowd.

Fuck!

As if Honesty could read my mind, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a quick kiss. "You've got this," she whispered against my ear so only I can hear. "Whatever negative thoughts you've got rolling around in that head of yours right now, get rid of them, they’re all bullshit! Do you hear me?" She asked. "You, Lincoln McKay, are worthy of all of this. No matter what may have happened in the past. Got it?" She asked and I could practically feel some of the self-doubt and hate for myself drain from my body. How the hell did I get lucky enough to have her in my life?

"I got it." I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before turning to follow the guys across the room. As the blonde explained how she wanted the shoot to go, my cell vibrated. I pulled it from my pocket long enough to see Teagan's name and the word, "midnight" on the screen then shoved it back into my pocket. Teagan was a part of that past and I needed to make sure she stayed there.

Once numerous photos had been taken we were ushered to our dressing room, where we only had about forty-five minutes to prepare for our show. We all had our rituals we do to get in the zone before going onstage. Only now mine had changed; before I would do a speedball and half a bottle of Jack and I would be good to go, not this time though. As the others played X-box, sat in the corner and ran through lyrics, or pounded out a beat on the nearest surface, I grabbed Honesty's hand and pulled her into the nearest bathroom.

"What are you doing?" She squeaked as I closed the door, locking it behind her.

"I'm getting in the zone. I used to do coke and drink Jack before every show, and now that I can't do that, I'm coming up with a new way, now strip." I told her, reaching for the bottom of her tight, black t-shirt, but she placed her hands on top of mine, stopping me from going any further.

"Wait." She whispered. "The guys are in the next room and you expect me to have sex? In case you don't remember, we're not exactly quiet when we have sex," she breathed and I could tell by the flush of her cheeks and her ragged breaths that the idea turned her on as much as it did me.

"That's exactly what I want to do, and fuck them if they don't like it. You give me a high like nothing else," I said, staring into her sparkling green eyes. I could see it the moment she realized what I was saying. I didn’t need the drugs, as long as I had her. Sure, I was an ass for asking to fuck her in the bathroom, but I had so much pent up anxiety that I knew she could calm.

Stepping back, she lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, then quickly removed her jeans and underwear.

"Turn around and place your hands on the wall. Stick your ass out.” I let my eyes trail over her creamy skin as she did what I asked of her. Reaching out, I smoothed my hands over the firm globes of her ass before moving lower to her sex. "You're wet for me baby," I said, whispering against her neck, where I placed small kisses before sucking some skin between my teeth.