Текст книги "Honesty"

Автор книги: Regina Frame

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"You're going to leave a mark!" She squirmed, trying to wiggle her way from my hold. I couldn't help but chuckle as I dug my fingers into her hips and pulled her back against my body. Grabbing my cock in one hand, I trailed it back and forth through her folds while coating myself in her juices before thrusting forward and entering her in one motion. Moans escaped both of us as I began to move in and out of her tight body.

"Oh, oh, Linc," she murmured against the back of her hand while trying to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.

"I know baby, I know. You feel so fucking good," I said as I picked up the pace and began to thrust harder and deeper, rocking her body against the wall.

"I'm close. Linc. I'm going to–Oh Linc!" She screamed as her body quivered in my hands and she fell over the edge. It only took two more thrust before my balls drew up tight and I shot my load into her. Our bodies sagged against the wall for support while we tried to catch our breath.

"We're headed out!" Levi shouted as he banged on the bathroom door. I didn't want to move. I wanted to stay there and enjoy the feeling. There was no other place I would rather have been than with her in my arms, but as they say, "the show must go on." What a cornball phrase, but I guess it fit.

"To be continued," I said, with my lips pressed against the damp skin of her neck. Reaching down, I picked up her clothes and handed them to her

"You go ahead. I'll meet you out there," she said with a quick kiss to my cheek.

"Will you dance for me tonight, baby?" I asked, remembering the night she stood just off stage and practically masturbated to the music. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She looked at me through her dark lashes and a sexy as hell smile graced her beautiful face, letting me know that she would be giving me my own private show.

We made it just in time as Sweet Misery exited on the opposite side of the stage. Our crew rushed in to swap out the equipment and get it ready for us to take the stage. My heart was thundering wildly in my chest and it felt like it was going to explode at any moment. The lights went down and the crowd erupted into loud screams, and the sounds of our name could be heard as people in the crowd chant, "Dirty Affliction." It suddenly occurred to me that this had to be the first time I had played before a crowd when I wasn't stoned out of my head. The rush of adrenaline caused by the excitement of the crowd was a high all on its own. A smoky fog filled the stage and lingered at our feet. The sound of Jinx's sticks striking against one another signaled the first song. Levi's voice echoed throughout the crowd, causing a mad rush as a group of girls surged toward the front of the stage, causing security to step in and move them back. I could honestly say that we had never had someone actually make it up on stage. I had had nightmares in the past about some chick I've slept with in the past getting on stage and stabbing me to death. That would be fucked up. Let's face it, there are some fucked up people in the world.

Chance slid across the stage and we met in the middle. Standing back to back, we move together as we play, fucking and grinding our guitars, pouring our souls out for everyone through our music. I caught a glimpse of Honesty just off stage, hiding behind the black curtain. She was doing as I asked. Her body, swaying to the music as her hands traveled over her breasts and along her sides. Suddenly, I found myself playing for her and only her. I grinded my guitar into my crotch, remembering the way I fucked her a short time ago in the bathroom. My fingers moved frantically, digging into the strings while I prayed that they didn’t slip and ruin the good thing that we had going on.

Our duet ended and we moved to take our places on opposite sides of the stage. The rest of the show went by in a blur. We rocked our asses off and the crowd loved it. We played four additional songs after the show, which was the most we had ever played.

We all headed for the dressing room, where we would spend the next hour signing autographs and posing for pictures for those lucky enough to score backstage passes. I took a seat on the orange sofa while Honesty scored us a couple of bottles of water. Digging into my back pocket, I pulled out my cell to see if I had any missed calls or messages. There were two more from Teagan.

Fuck!

I debated on whether to even read them, or just delete them. Curiosity got the best of me. I tapped the screen with my finger and the message came into view.

Message sent at 10:00 P. M.:

Teagan: Midnight

She sent this message right as we took the stage to begin our show. She probably sent the message as soon as she stepped off stage.

Message sent at 11:00 P. M.:

Teagan: Naked and Wet!

She had just sent this one five minutes before.

I looked up just in time as Honesty make her way over to where I was sitting on the sofa. I quickly closed my phone and shoved it into my pocket. She didn’t need to know that Teagan had been contacting me ever since we arrived. It would only cause her to worry and there was nothing for her to worry about.

Nothing.

At 11:55 P. M., there were still several people in line for autographs and pictures, but I took the opportunity to sneak out when Honesty stepped into the bathroom. I needed to talk to Teagan. I needed to make her understand that nothing was going to happen between us ever again. It was over, and so was my life with drugs and alcohol. I had to find a way to make her leave me alone. I was in love with Honesty, and even though we had not spoken the words to each other, I was pretty sure that she loved me too. I intended to tell her soon. Hurrying down the hall and out into the parking lot, I spotted Sweet Misery's bus parked close to the chain link fence at the back of the lot. My black boots splashed in the puddles of the recent rain. Standing in front of the folding doors of the bus, I rethought my plan. Could I handle going in there, knowing that there were drugs waiting for me? Knowing that she was going to be naked and expecting sex. It would not surprise me if she was already high. Before I could make a move, the door opened, and there before me stood Teagan, as naked as the day she was born, and just as I thought, she was as high as a kite. Her eyes were glassy, her pupils pinpoint. I opened my mouth to speak, just as she flung herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders. Cameras began to flash, blinding me momentarily. They came out of nowhere.

Peeling her from my body, I tried to push her back into the bus and out of sight of the cameras. For God sake, she was stark naked! I was trying to do the right thing and she was laughing like a loon. Once I freed myself from her grasp, I turned to jog back toward the door, photographers close on my heels.

Sick fucks!

Just as I reached for the door to duck inside, it opened and Honesty's beautiful face came into view.

"Where have you been?" She questioned, her brows knitted together. Did she know? Had she seen Teagan?

"I just needed some air, that is all babe," I lied. It rolled off my tongue so easily. Whistling, I caught the attention of one of the security guards and he jogged over to where we stood.

"What the fuck man? You're supposed to be watching this door! There's a swarm of photographers out there." He might be twice as big as me, but I didn’t give a damn. He was supposed to be doing his job and keeping those leeches away from us. He began to apologize, but I ignored him.

"Let's get out of here," I told her, as I wrapped her in my arms. “Are the guys still in there?" I lifted my chin in the direction of the dressing room. She nodded, her head resting against my chest. I pulled my cell from my back pocket and called for a cab to take us back to the hotel. I just wanted to put all of it behind me and forget that night ever happened.

We climbed into the back of the cab for the short ride back to the hotel. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her tight against my body and kissed her temple as she rested her head against my chest. The sweet smell of her shampoo was intoxicating. I knew I needed to tell her about what happened, I just needed to find the right moment, and right now was not the time. I wanted to get back to the hotel and shower so I could worship those sexy curves of hers. I stared down at the swell of her breasts and the way they rose and fell with each breath. I thought back to the last time I had my mouth on her pink nipples, causing my dick to harden beneath my jeans.

We entered the hotel through a private entrance at the back of the building and took the service elevator up to our floor. Luckily we made it to our room without any signs of fans or photographers. I pulled her back to my front as she tried to unlock the door to our room. I buried my nose in her hair, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a growl, causing her to giggle and drop the key card.

"Can you at least wait until we get in the room?" She asked and giggled again. It was like music to my fucking ears. She escaped my grip as she bent at the waist to pick up the plastic card.

"What? You not into PDA?" I asked, giving her a slap on the ass.

"I'm not into public sex," she said, finally opening the door and stepping into the room. Hot on her heels, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me, trapping her between the wall and myself.

"You taste like a dream," I said against her lips.

"A dream?" She asked, her green eyes sparkled through her long lashes as she met my eyes.

"Yes, a dream. Nothing this sweet can be real. I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up and you'll be gone, that you will have just been a dream," I said, resting my forehead against hers. My heart pounded against my ribcage.

"I'm not a dream," she replied, taking my face into her hands. "This is not a dream," she whispered against my lips. At that moment, it became clear to me that I loved this woman and I would do anything to keep her. She made me feel worthy of waking up each day. She made me want to be a better person, and I knew that as long as I had her, I could leave the bad behind.

I worked my hands over her hips and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I pushed her skirt up over her hips and tore her red lace thong from her body. My cock was hard as a rock, demanding his time with her, and I was ready to let him have it. With her back against the wall and her legs wrapped around my waist, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper, letting my cock spring free. She lifted herself up and then guided my cock inside her. She closed her eyes and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as a sexy moan escaped her lips. I began to move in a slow, torturous rhythm, wanting, needing to feel every inch of her. She tightened her internal muscles against my cock and a deep growl escaped the back of my throat.

"Shit, baby. Don't do that! I'm wound up tighter than dick’s hat band and I won't last if you do that again. It feels to damn good," I said, rolling my hips against hers.

"If you don't want me to do that, then pick up the pace. I'm dying here! Fuck me hard Linc," she said, grinding her clit against me. I couldn't help but smile at knowing how I affected her.

"Tomorrow, when you can't walk, just remember that you asked for this. I was trying to be gentle and attentive, but I'll be more than happy to give you what you want," I said, pulling out and thrusting back in hard. The impact caused her to grunt as her back hit the wall.

"Yes! Linc, Yes!" She said, letting her head fall back against the wall.

"Is this what you want baby? You like for me to fuck you hard?" I asked, panting with each hard thrust in and out of her slick heat. I could feel a tightening at the base of my spine telling me that I wouldn’t last much longer. I needed to do something to push her over the edge. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I rubbed hard circles around her sensitive nub, causing her to fall apart and her body to sag against the wall.

"Yes! Ohhh Yes!" She shouted, tightening her legs around my waist like a vice, as if she were trying to pull my body inside hers. Thrusting into her hard two more times was all it took for me to find my release. I lowered my head to her shoulder and tried to recover from the mind blowing experience. We stood there for what seemed like an hour with me supporting her against the wall, but I was sure it was only a few short minutes.

"I love you," I said, lifting my head so I could look at her. She lifted her head from the wall and looked at me with dark green eyes, shimmering with tears.

"Oh God," she whispered, covering her mouth with trembling fingers. "I love you so much," she said as the first tear rolled down her face. Hearing those three little words from her lips was enough to make my heart feel as if it were about to explode. My mouth covered hers in a slow sensual kiss as my tongue mated with hers. "Take me to bed?" She asked.

"You never have to ask me to take you to bed. Now that I've fucked you, this time I'm going to make love to you. There will be no rushing this. I don't want there to be any doubts about us. I want a future with you, Honesty. I want to see where this goes," I said, as I lowered her down onto the bed. Please tell me, you want it too?" I said.

"Yes. I would like that," she answered, with the biggest fucking smile. My dick was instantly hard again.

Once we had made love again, I wrapped her in my arms and held her close as we both drifted to sleep.

Honesty

I was startled awake by the sudden movement in bed beside me. Linc was sitting up in bed with his hand on his chest, sweaty and gasping for air. Lifting myself up onto my knees, I crawled around him so I could face him.

"Linc?" I said, gently placing my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beneath my palm, thudding hard as if it were trying to break free. He placed his hand over mine and dropped his head, not wanting to make eye contact.

"I'm okay. It was just a dream," he told me, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my palm. This was the third time I had been awakened by one of his dreams, and it was really starting to tick me off the way he brushed it off when he could obviously see that I was concerned. If this between us was going to work, he was going to have to learn to be honest with me. He was going to have to let me in.

"You're obviously not okay," I told him, pulling my hand from his grasp. “This is the third nightmare that I've witnessed, and my guess is, you've had more. I want to help you, Linc," I said with a gentle voice, in an attempt not to cause friction between us. The last time I asked him, he made it perfectly clear that it wasn't up for discussion, and now that we had both admitted that we loved each other, I didn’t want to push him away.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands. Several long moments stretched between us, and just when I thought he was not going to say anything, he spoke.

"If I tell you, I'm afraid it will change the way you look at me. I'm afraid that you'll see me differently, and I couldn't take that. I love you, Honesty and I don't want to pull you into these nightmares with me," he said, lifting his honey colored eyes to meet mine. There was so much pain hiding behind them that my heart broke for him. “I'm afraid you'll walk away," he admitted.

I climbed from the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him, taking his face in my hands, and I placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"There is nothing that you could tell me that would make me walk away, ever. If we're going to work, there can't be any secrets. You have to let me in," I told him.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "I didn't exactly grow up in a loving family. My mom died when I was in middle school, but even when she was alive, there wasn't much she could do to keep my dad from beating me," he said with a furrowed brow. “He would be waiting for me when I got home from school some days. I knew to expect his belt when he came home from work, or wherever he had spent his day. When I got older, I threw myself into music. My best friend, Joseph, and I would play guitar in his room after school. His dad played in a local band around town. He taught me how to play, using one of his old Fenders. He said I had a natural talent for it and I knew he was right. It didn't take long before I was playing a lot of songs that he and his band played, which were insane. He gave me that guitar. I was so proud of it. I would sit in my room at night and run my fingers over the strings, and it would calm the noise in my head. No matter how many times my dad told me that I was worthless, that I'd never amount to anything, the music took all those hurtful words away, if only for a short time. It gave me peace. It did for a while, at least until he suggested that I just go ahead and do the world a favor and kill myself. He said he'd be better off if I did," he said and I gasped. What kind of evil monster tells his own child to kill himself?

"Oh God! Linc," I cried and he shook his head.

"Don't do this. Don't you dare look at me that way; I don't want pity, and I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me!" He said. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. It's bad enough that you've seen the results of his cruelty, but I can't deal with you feeling sorry for me. "What you need to understand is that I'm getting the help that I need now from the meetings and my therapist. I know that all the spiteful things that he said were because he was a sick man. He was an addict himself and I guess that's where I got my addictive personality. The first time I tried coke, I was hooked. It not only helped me to function through a grueling schedule, but it also quieted his voice that always lingered in the back of my mind," he explained. "While I was in rehab, I even thought about taking some time off and writing, maybe doing some studio work, but when I found out that you were my new sober companion, I thought that I could still tour with the guys, as long as I had you by my side, there wouldn't be any problems. After last night, I'm not so sure about that," he admitted.

What the– Please don't tell me that you used.

"I'm being honest with you, okay?" He asked, taking both of my hands in his and lacing our fingers together. I nodded in understanding. "Last night, when you found me outside the venue," he paused and I felt my heart skip a beat with worry for what he was about to admit. "I had gotten several texts from Teagan yesterday. She was telling me that she had some drugs and that she missed me. She wanted me to meet her at their bus at midnight. I had gone to tell her to stay away from me, that I was finished with the drugs and with her," he paused, as if he were expecting me to speak, and when I didn't, he continued. "She met me at the bus door, naked, and the next thing I knew, cameras were going off. That's when I turned and headed back inside. Then I saw you. Please believe me, Honesty. I swear to you nothing happened. I never touched her or the drugs, and if you don't believe me, I'll take a drug test for you right now," he said and tried to stand from the bed, but I stopped him.

"Linc, stop. I believe you." I told him. He looked at me like I'd grown a third eye. "I know what you look like when you're high, and last night, you weren't high. Sex crazed? Yes, but not high," I said with a laugh, which seemed to put him at ease, because I could practically see the tension leave his body and his muscles relaxed.

"Baby, you have no idea how much that means to me. No one has ever believed in me," he told me and my heart broke a little more for him. "I love you," he whispered against my lips.

"I love you more," I said, kissing him back. I wanted to find Teagan and pull her hair out by the roots, and then maybe I would stick my boot up her ass. If there were cameras there last night, I was sure it had already made its way into the tabloids, which meant Court will be making an appearance soon.

Damn.

There was a knock at the door. I rushed to slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before Linc opened the door.

"What is this?" Court asked through gritted teeth as he thrust a newspaper at Linc. "And where were you?" He glared at me. He was highly pissed by whatever was in that paper and I had a pretty good idea of what it was. Looking down at the paper, I could read the title: "Linc McKay, bass player for Dirty Affliction, is fresh out of rehab and back in trouble." There, as plain as day, was a picture of Linc, facing Teagan. Her body was blurred except for her face, so it was pretty obvious she was naked.

What kind of woman does this?

I knew drugs could make someone do things they normally wouldn't do, but I couldn't imagine standing naked in front of a bunch of strangers while they took pictures of me. It looked as if Linc was about to climb on the bus with her. If I didn't know any better, that was what I would have thought too, but I believed him when he said that nothing happened. I could see in his eyes that he was telling me the truth. In my heart, I knew it.

"What the fuck man?" Linc yelled, getting up in Court's face. "You can yell at me all you want, but don't fucking come in here and raise your voice at Honesty. She did exactly what she was supposed to do. It's not her fault I slipped out when she went to the bathroom. Teagan wouldn't leave me alone. She'd been texting me all day long. I went to the bus to tell her to leave me alone. How was I supposed to know there would be paparazzi hiding behind the bus to take our picture? I fucked up! I admit it. If you're going to yell, yell at me, but leave her out of it," he said, pushing the paper into Court’s chest causing him to take a step back. There was a fire in Linc's eyes that told me he was about to lose it if Court pushed him much more, so I decided to step in and try to diffuse the situation.

"Look Court, I'm sorry. I know I was supposed to stick by his side–"

I was interrupted by Linc, “You've got nothing to be sorry for, babe. This is on me, so I don't want to hear you say that again," he said, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"Linc, don't let this happen again. We can't afford any more of these types of slip ups. These people are like vultures looking for prey. If you put yourself into a situation like this again, they'll pick you apart until there's nothing left of your career," Court said, walking toward the door to leave. "I'm going to do some damage control, I just hope it's enough," he said, placing his hand on the knob and opening the door. "We leave for Billings in a couple of hours. I'll see you at the buses," he said, stepping into the hall and letting the door close behind him.

Two hours later, we were packed and on the bused headed for Billings, Montana, where the band would play tomorrow night. I didn’t know when Sweet Misery's bus pulled out, I was just glad they left before us. I couldn’t even stomach the thought of them making the same stops along the way as us. The chance of running into Teagan at a grocery store or gas station would not be good. I could see myself hurling tomatoes at her from the vegetable aisle.

Linc brought me out of my thoughts when he ran his hand up my bare leg, stopping at the apex of my thighs. I looked over my tablet to where his hand was now resting.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked him as I narrowed my eyes playfully and smiled at him.

"I thought of a way to occupy our time. You know, so you aren't bored," he said with his panty dropping smile.

"Who said I was bored? I just happen to be very interested in this romance novel," I said, lifting my tablet and continuing to read, but still smiling.

"Who needs a romance novel when I'm right here? I'm way better than any book boyfriend you could ever read about," he winked. He did have a point. I had read hundreds of romance novels; even been turned on by some of them, but none of them turned me on the way Linc does.

"Hmm, I see your point," I said, closing the cover on my tablet and laying it on the table. "So, Mr. Book Boyfriend, is it okay if I call you that?" I asked, running my fingers through his thick brown hair.

"Baby, you can call me whatever you want," he said with a growl, then taking my mouth in a passionate kiss that left us both breathless and wanting.

"Tell me, what did you have in mind to cure my boredom?" I asked, letting my hands glide over his shoulders and across his chest.

"Why don't I just show you instead of telling you?" He asked. I smiled and nodded in agreement.

"You had me at ‘boyfriend,’" I told him and trailed my fingers down over his six pack abs to the hem of his shirt. Pushing my hands beneath the soft fabric, I let my hands roam his muscular chest, feel the warmth, of his skin beneath my palms. He licked the spot under my ear, which caused a tingle to run down my spine and stop at my pulsing core.

"I am so in love with you, Honesty," he said, looking at me with so much love in his eyes. My heart swelled, almost to the point of bursting in my chest when I realized that I not only loved Lincoln McKay, I was in love with him. There was a difference. The feeling of love is defined as an intense feeling of deep affection. I define being in love as knowing that you couldn't survive one second without the other person. A passionate, yet tender feeling that warms your heart when they’re near, that was what I feel for him. My eyes stung with the tears that were building as I struggled to keep them from breaking free.

"I love you so much," I whispered as the first tear slid down my cheek, onto his neck. Lifting my chin with his fingers, he kissed the tear away. "You have the power to break me," I told him as the tears flowed freely down my face.

"That's not going to happen. I love you with everything that is inside me, with everything that I am. I'd rather die than ever break your heart," he said, brushing his lips over mine. You are my strength, my sunshine, my reason for waking up in the morning. My reason for never wanting to go back to the life I was living. I want to give you everything. I want to love you like you deserve to be loved, unconditionally for all eternity. I want to make a life with you," he said, cupping my face in his hands.

I blinked several times, trying to see through my tears as I replayed his words over in my mind. He said he wanted to make a life with me. Does that mean he wants to live together, or was that a proposal? My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I stared into eyes full of love and promise.

"Did you just propose to me?" I asked with a nervous sob and giggle. I watched as a beaming smile spread across his face.

"I did, although it's not how I planned it. I promise to do it again and make it better next time," he said, wiping away my tears with the pads of his thumbs. I've thought about it ever since I got back from rehab. I had planned on taking you to the beach and–" I stopped him with my mouth. I didn't need words right now. I needed him to show me with his body.

"Show me," I mumbled into his mouth as we continued to kiss. I lifted my hips and pulled my cotton shorts and panties down to my ankles, kicking them under the table with my foot. His warm lips trailed kisses down my neck, leaving little love bites as he went. He pulled my t-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra, tossing them both onto the floor before removing his own clothes. Grabbing both of my ankles, he pulled me forward so my body was lying on the couch. Within seconds he was on top of me, our mouths fused together in a hungry kiss as he pressed the tip of his cock inside my slick core. I gasped in his mouth from the intense pleasure of being stretched by him. He held my hips steady as he pumped in and out of me. The sound of our slick flesh slapping against each other was so fucking hot and only helped to build me up faster.

"Faster. Harder. Linc, oh!" I said in between breaths. I didn't have to ask him twice. He thrust harder and pumped even faster than before, and I was teetering on the edge of release, dangerously close to tipping over the edge. "I'm close! Oh my God! I'm, I'm coming!" I cried out at the same time his hot cum filled me up. My head fell back onto the sofa as my chest heaved, trying to catch my breath.

"It's fucking better every time," he said, laying his head on my stomach as he also tried to catch his breath. "If it gets any better, you may just be the death of me, baby," he said, placing a wet kiss on my stomach. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Right back at you! I'm exhausted now," I said, smothering a yawn with the back of my hand. He startled me when he jumped up from the sofa and scooped me up into his arms. "What are you doing?" I said in a high pitched voice.

"I'm taking my princess to bed. You need your rest because I'm not finished with you," he said as he carried me to the back of the bus and laid me on the queen sized bed. He pulled the comforter up around my neck and placed a kiss on my forehead before walking toward the door.

"Where are you going? Aren't you coming to bed?" I asked, fighting another yawn, causing him to chuckle.

"Nah. You sleep, baby. I'm going to write a bit. You rest and I'll be back before you know it," he told me as he turned the light off and closed the door.

I think I was asleep before the door ever closed. I awoke sometime in the night and rolled to my side in search of Linc's warm body, but found cool sheets instead. The clock on the nightstand showed 3:30 A. M., and from the looks of the sheets, he hadn’t even been in bed.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I decided to go in search of him. I opened the bedroom door and walked down the narrow hall between the bunks and found him sitting at the dining nook, just like the time before. The bus was quiet except for the muted sounds of road traffic. I stared for a moment as he wrote in his spiral bound notebook. The same one he used to write his music.