Текст книги "Honesty"
Автор книги: Regina Frame
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Linc
I just wanted to get this dinner over with and get back to the room. I needed to be inside her in the worst kind of way. She was all I had thought about all day, even while I was on stage. Every time I glanced in her direction, she was watching me, with eyes full of passion and something that looked a lot like love. I could handle the passion; it was the latter that worried me. I knew when I was near her I felt something too, a pull like nothing I had ever felt before. Was that love? Maybe. That scared the hell out of me. It had been a long time since I had let someone in. I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that. I did know that she was special though. I liked being with her.
We stepped off the elevator and came face to face with a group of women hanging out in the lobby. I immediately searched for an escape route but it was too late. They spotted us and there was no turning back from it now. I wanted to tell them to fuck off, but I didn’t need the bad press, so I sucked it up, smiled, and greeted them just the way I’d been taught to. After signing a few autographs and posing for pictures we stepped onto the curb and into the waiting limo along with my band mates.
"I don’t know about you guys, but I'm taking my ass to the beach over our break. I’m ready for some sunshine and beach bunnies," Levi announced, wiggling his eye brows.
"We should rent a condo over on Myrtle Beach. I know a guy who has a place and the beach is private. I'm sure he'd let us use it for a couple of weeks," Chance responded. If we go home, there won't be any bunnies because our place is private.
"Let's do it! God, I can't even remember the last time I went to the beach," Honesty stated. That made my decision easy.
The beach it is! I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than seeing her in a string bikini, unless it was sunbathing nude, lying on the white sand, while the cool, blue water lapped at her naked body.
Damn. I'm hard again!
The Dog Pound was a big, two story restaurant in the heart of the city that specialized in various kinds of gourmet hot dogs. There were autographed celebrity photos hanging throughout the place. We all piled into a huge, red circular booth located right in the center of the restaurant. It didn’t take us long to realize that this was some type of publicity stunt for the new restaurant, which made me furious that our record label would let them pull something like that. We decided to be cool about it and Court seemed to think we could benefit from it by way of good publicity, so I guess you could say that it was a win-win situation.
As we discuss plans for the upcoming shows and our trip to the beach, I noticed Honesty watching me from the corner of her eye. She looked so beautiful. We had been trying to keep touching to a minimum while Jinx was around. She seemed to think he would warm up to the idea of us seeing each other, which was why I had my thigh pressed against hers under the table all night. I felt the need to be touching her when she was near. This is my way of taking care of what I needed at the moment. I had to hold back my gasp when I felt her hand trailing up my denim covered thigh. I bit the inside of my cheek and glanced over at her, lifting a brow in question. She smiled innocently and blushed. She moved her hand dangerously close to my cock, and that was it for me. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, lifting it above the table and placed a wet kiss to the palm of her hand before laying it back in her lap. I was so keyed up, that I intended to make her pay once we were back to the hotel.
Once I had finished my meal and she had a chance to eat half of hers, I grabbed her hand and pulled her from the booth.
"We're gonna head back now. We'll catch you guys later," I said before she had a chance to say good night. I pulled her from the restaurant and into the cab waiting at the curb. We rode the short distance to the hotel in silence. My pulse pounded in my ears. The only thing I could think of at the moment was getting her back to the room and having my wicked way with her.
When the cab pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, I was out of the car before it even stopped completely. She looked at me with wide eyes and something that resembled fear, as I practically dragged her through the hotel lobby. While waiting for the elevator, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. I leaned forward and brushed my lips over her ear.
"I can't wait to get you out of these clothes," I whispered as I kissed my way down her neck, causing her breath to hitch. "You're going to pay for torturing me at dinner." I bit her ear and she grinned in response. When the elevator doors opened, I nudged her inside with my hips pressed firmly against hers.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She smiled like the cat that ate the canary.
"Oh. I think you do, Sweetheart." I pinned her against the wall of the elevator, pressing my straining cock against her core. Luckily no one else joined us in the elevator, or I might have had a public indecency charge slapped on me. Her breathing picked up and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her. When the elevator doors opened, we wasted no time getting inside the room. By the time the doors closed, I was on her, pressing her against the wall. Her breath hitched as I pressed my hard body against her soft curves, taking her mouth in a hungry kiss: a claiming kiss. She tasted so fucking sweet, like cotton candy.
"You're so beautiful," I said, brushing my fingers over her cheek and down her neck, before stopping at the swell of her breast. She sucked in a quick breath as I slowly began to caress the exposed skin there. "You're mine," I said, kissing the area where her neck met her shoulder, causing her to grind her hips against mine.
"Linc," she whispered, letting her head fall back against the wall, exposing more of her neck and chest to me. Kissing my way along her neck and over her chest, I palmed both of her perfect breasts and began to knead them in my hands. She moaned and let her head fall forward, causing her hair to fall like a silky curtain over her face and shoulders. I pinched her already pebbled nipple between my finger and thumb, while slowly grinding my denim covered cock against her.
"I can’t take it anymore. I need to fuck you," I declared with my mouth against her neck. She bit her bottom lip and went straight for the zipper of my jeans. She stripped me out of them before ridding herself of her own. Her hands explored my chest, shoulders, and the muscles leading downward until I couldn’t take it anymore. Lifting her leg over my hip, I wasted no time thrusting inside her and pressing her against the hard wall.
"Feels so good," she moaned, as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and continued to thrust upward into her warm slick heat.
"Your pussy is like heaven, baby. Tell me it's mine, Sweetheart," I groaned, as I continued to thrust into her hard.
"It's yours, Linc." Her breath hitched. "My pussy belongs to you and only you."
Trailing one hand up her side, I pinched and rolled one of her nipples between my fingers, causing her to cry out in pleasure, and maybe even a little pain. Her breaths were becoming short pants and I could tell by the way her body reacted that she was on the verge of release. I reached between us where we were connected and pressed hard on her nub. It only took two more hard thrusts before she fell apart around me, my own soon followed behind. I let our bodies slide down the wall and then lay back onto the floor. I pulled her sweat-slick body on top of mine. We lay there on the floor until we caught our breath and our heartbeats returned to normal.
"God, woman. You’re going to be the death of me." I ran my fingers through her damp hair and she sighed contently against my chest.
Honesty
My body was shaking from the intense orgasm that he had just given me. Closing my eyes, I relaxed against his body as he drew little circles on my back with the tips of his calloused fingers. I was not sure how to handle the feelings that were consuming me, because I knew in that moment that he had my heart and all I could do was pray that he didn’t break it. I lifted my head so that I could face him and slowly began to trace the colorful sleeve of tattoos that covered his right arm.
"Tell me about yourself."
"Like what? I'm not very interesting," he claimed, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. His warm, honey colored eyes latched onto mine.
"Anything," I replied. "I really don't know anything about you except that you're wicked on the bass. You joined the band a little over a year ago. Fill in some of the blanks for me,"
He sighed and folded one of his arms underneath his head as a pillow. "Well, I'm twenty-eight. I was born in a little town in West Virginia. My dad left when I was born and my mom died of cancer a few years ago. No brothers or sisters that I know of," he said.
"What about you, beautiful? I already know you have a dickhead for a brother," he said with a grin. "Tell me about the beautiful, Honesty Raines."
I bit down on my lip as I considered what exactly to tell him. "I'm twenty-two. I recently quit college. The only reason I was there to begin with was because it was what my mom wanted for me, but then she died, and I just couldn't make myself go anymore. I've always been the one to tow the line, make good grades, don't act out, and be home by curfew. You know that kind of stuff. I loved my mother, don't get me wrong, but my home life was overbearing at times. My mom was a very religious person. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with being religious, I'm just saying, she took some things to the extreme at times. Jinx never experienced much of that because he was the boy: the man of the house. My mom pretty much let him come and go as he pleased. While I lived by strict rules, I never even kissed a boy until I was fifteen, and then, it was behind the bleachers during P.E. one day," I admitted. "I never had my first date until last year. It's not because I was never asked," I confessed.
"If you had offers, why didn't you date before last year?" he asked, with curiosity written on his face.
"I guess the type of guy that interests me, never asked me out. I only went out with Jared because a friend asked me to. I'm just not into the preppy type or jocks," I answered, shrugging my shoulder.
"So, just what kind of guy interests you then? Is it the brainiac?” He lifted a brow and smirked at me.
"You're the type of guy I'm into," I said, lowering my head to his chest again, unable to meet his eyes. His body stilled and he said nothing for a long moment.
"You don't want me, Honesty. There are things about me that you don't know, things that I'm not ready to tell anyone. You should probably listen to your brother when he warns you to stay away from me. I'm no good," he said. It broke my heart that he felt like he was not good enough for me. I wanted so badly to know what had happened to cause him to feel that way about himself, but he insisted he was not ready to talk about it, so I didn’t ask again.
"We should get off the floor." I lifted my head and met his warm, golden gaze. "I need a shower now that you dirtied me up," I joked, giving him a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood. He grabbed my hips and grinded himself into my clit.
"I prefer you dirty." He smirked and lifted his hips enough to rub his piercing over my sensitive nub.
How can he be hard again so soon?
"Stop that! I'm not sure I can even walk to the bathroom after what you just did to me," I laughed and pushed myself off of him. He followed me into the bathroom and started the shower while I collected the towels and other items.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him as he slid the shower curtain back and stepped underneath the spray.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Sweet Cheeks? I'm here to do a full body inspection. Somebody's got to make sure you get all those sweet-ass spots on your body clean," he laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the shower with him.
After a very long shower and some really hot shower sex, we finally made our way to the bed, where I snuggled into his arms and let sleep pull me in.
Linc
"Dude, I can't believe you're screwing around with Jinx's little sister. Do you have a death wish or something?" Levi asked.
"Or something," I answered, as I continued to tune my candy apple red Fender guitar. I knew responding to him that way would just get a rise out of him, and it began in just a matter of seconds.
"You know, if you hurt her, he'll cut your balls off and hang them from the mirror of his truck. He doesn't mess around when it comes to her, and quite frankly, dude, neither do we." Chance made a scissor motion with his fingers, as if he were cutting my balls off.
"I'm very aware of how all of you feel. You don't have to keep reminding me every damn five minutes of the day. If we choose to be together, you all are just going to have to get used to it," I told him. After that night, I was not sure I could get enough of her. She was the sweetest person I had ever met, and when she walked into the room, she brought the fucking sunshine with her. I’d lived in the dark so long, I needed a little sunshine.
"Get used to what?" Jinx asks strolling into the practice hall.
"If Honesty and I were a couple. I was just telling these douche bags here that I'm very aware that you'll all kick my ass, chop off my balls and shove nails in my dick if I hurt her. I told her last night that I'm not good for her and that she should listen to you guys when you warn her about me, but, it didn't seem to bother her, so I'll let her decide on her own. If she wants to be with me, who am I to deny her anything. I have no intentions whatsoever of hurting her." I tell him meeting him eye to eye. "So give it a fucking rest already."
"I told her I would and I'll do that for her, but just remember what happens if you screw it up. I promised my mom before she died that I'd always take care of Honesty and that's what I'm doing, so when she quit college, I knew I had to bring her on the road with me so that I could keep an eye on her." Jinx says.
"I can respect that, man," I said, pulling my cell out of my pocket. I crossed the room for more privacy and sent Honesty a quick text.
Me: You coming to practice?
Honesty: On my way there now.
Me: Good, because I've got a surprise for you.
Honesty: I love surprises.
Me: You're going to fucking love this one. Now get your sweet ass over here. I
Miss you!"
Honesty: Dirty Boy
Me: You have no idea.
By the time she arrived, we were finishing up our last song before sound check that afternoon.
"You guys sound good." She stood up onto her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I knew she was only doing it to keep her brother from flipping out, but I was going to have none of that. I covered her mouth with mine in a full-on passionate, claiming kiss that left her breathless. When we finally separated, I gave her a shit-eating grin that pretty much said it all. I looked at the guys, but to my surprise, they didn’t seem to give a shit. I supposed they were truly are giving us space.
It's about fucking time.
"I'll catch you guys later. I've got something I've been working on and I want to play it for Honesty," I announced and walked across the room, locking the door after the last one of them left.
"You wrote a song for me?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes, now bring your sweet ass over here and have a seat while I give you your own private show." I walked her over to the black speaker to my right, and picked her up so she was sitting on top of the MXR box before adjusting the settings.
"I probably shouldn't sit on the speaker. I'll just–" She shifted, trying to slide off the box, but I placed a hand on her thigh to stop her.
"No, baby, you need to stay right where I put you in order to get the full experience," I told her, giving her a wink. She scooted back onto the speaker, making herself comfortable, and watched me with curious, green eyes.
"I'm going to make you come without even touching you," I said, and walked over to where my guitar was resting. Taking my guitar from its stand, I hooked the strap over my shoulder. When I struck the first chord, her eyes grew wide, and she immediately knew why she was sitting there. Within the first couple of minutes, she was squirming and squeezing her thighs together trying to relieve some of the pressure.
I gave her a knowing smile. "Just go with it, baby. It's just you and me, and I want to make you feel good," I said as I struck another chord on my fret board. She rolled her hips forward and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples hard enough that I could hear her gasp. I played a series of short drop beats that vibrated the speaker to mimic my tongue licking her clit. Her head fell and her dark hair cascaded down her back. Her hands slid over her ribcage and stopped just above the waistband of her pants. Her lust-filled eyes met mine and I could see the need for release building in them. I played a series of deep, growling bass lines, causing her to roll her hips against the speaker. Her fingers disappeared beneath the waistband of her jeans and a light sheen of sweat glistened across her forehead. I could tell with the way she was moving her hips that she was getting close.
"Linc!" she shouted, as her hips rolled forward and her body tensed.
I repeated several more, short guitar riffs until finally, her shoulders slumped and she gasped for breath. Flipping the switch to off, I lowered my guitar onto its stand. I crossed the room and scooped her up into my arms. Her breaths remained erratic as she rested her head against my chest, trying to catch her breath.
"I've never felt anything like that," she said, with a shaky breath. "It was amazing."
"I bet you never dreamed that I could make you come without ever laying my hands on you," I chuckled, brushing her damp hair away from her face.
"Will you play for me again sometime?" She asked, smiling against my chest.
"Anytime you want." I kissed her temple. "Now let's go get a shower and grab some lunch. I think you might have got dirty again."
She laughed and asked, "I take it you're going to supervise again?" She quirked a perfect brow.
"Baby, I'm not just going to supervise, I plan to participate. I am going to enjoy bathing every inch of your perfect body," I responded. Lacing my fingers with hers, we made our way down the hall, dodging people and equipment as we walked. Even though the concert didn’t start for hours, the place was very much alive. The roadies, techs, and venue staff worked tirelessly to make sure everything was in place and as it should be before the crowd filled the seats. We stepped outside onto the sidewalk. I slid my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to my body, as I waved my arm in the air to get the cab driver’s attention. As the car pulled to a stop alongside the curb, I could see Sweet Misery's bus pull into the side lot and stop beside some of the other buses. The sight of the bus put my nerves on edge at the thoughts of Courtney and Tegan getting anywhere close to Honesty.
"Sugar, I just remembered something I need to take care of before tonight," I said, leaning toward the open cab door. "You go on ahead and I'll catch you before the show."
"I was really looking forward to you washing all of my naughty places," she said, giving me a wink. The thought of her naked, with water cascading over her hardened nipples, caused my cock to stir.
"I know, me too, but this is something I really need to do. Why don't you go shopping after your shower? Pamper yourself. It’s on me," I offered while lightly skimming my lips across her ear. She sighed heavily and lifted her beautiful, green eyes to meet mine.
"I'll miss you," she smiled.
Fuck me.
I couldn’t remember anyone ever telling me that they would miss me. Not even my mother. I kissed her goodbye and watched the cab drive away before turning and going back inside.
The sooner I can get this over with, the better.
I headed back down the hall, stopping only once to talk to one of the lighting guys who had a question. Once I had made it to the dressing room door that we shared with Sweet Misery, I saw that the door was standing open. Tables were being set up and food was being arranged in fancy displays that we didn’t give a shit about.
"Linc!" I heard Tegan's voice from somewhere behind me. When I turned in her direction, she almost knocked me over by jumping up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. "It's so good to see you again!" Her voice was high-pitched and carried around the room, bouncing off the wall like a ping pong ball. I unlaced her fingers from around my neck and lowered her to the ground, immediately taking a step back to put some distance between the two of us. She tilted her head to the side and studied me for a moment before stepping forward and running her hands up my chest and along my shoulders. There was one thing about Tegan, she had never been able to keep her hands to herself. "Damn Linc, you look even hotter than the last time I saw you. What do you say we hit it in the bathroom? Let's kick this concert off right," she said.
"Tegan, keep your hands to yourself," I warned, taking a step back.
She looked at me with wide eyes and studied me for a moment before she spoke. "That's no way to welcome a friend. I have to say, my feelings are hurt, and to think, I brought you a little present; well actually I brought you two, but one of them you'll have to undress me to get to." She smiled seductively at me and my dick automatically hardened.
I know I'm a jerk, but, my dick has a mind of its own.
"Tegan, I'm kind of interested in someone right now and I'd like to see where it goes," I told her. The look she gave me told me that she hadn’t heard a word I'd just said. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. I tried to resist, but her mouth was so warm and wet, and she tasted like strawberries. I came to my senses momentarily and broke away from the kiss. "We can't do this," I told her, shaking my head. She reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a small glass vial. She lifted it up in front of me and smiled. Just like that, the coke was speaking to me, and all my good intentions went out of the fucking window.
