“So, she’s staying?” I demand.
“Fuck you, Granger.” Sebastian straightens up, still wheezing. Clearly his anger is more powerful than the lack of oxygen in his lungs.
“Okay, let’s all cool down.” Ace lets go of Sebastian, who turns and goes to the window.
I look at Dorothy, who again looks way too interested. “You want that interview? Let’s do it now.” I sit in a chair as she looks at me, then sits, crossing her legs, a smirk on her lips.
“Christ, Granger.” Cash saunters over. The adrenaline still pumps through my blood as I turn to look at him. To be honest, I should beat the shit out of him. This all started with him. Had he come forward years ago and said that he had fucked Renee, Gia would never have left.
“Shut up, Cash. Just sit and lie like you always do.” The room goes silent, save for Hunter talking to Sebastian. I grab my cigarettes from my pocket and light up.
“Excuse me, Mr. Granger.” A man dressed in a suit walks over and waves his hand for attention.
“There’s no smoking in here; actually, in all of the hotel. I see that some of you have cigarettes. I’m going to need you to please put them out. We also have a no-fighting rule. I’d hate to have to ask you all to leave—”
The sound of my lighter makes his face turn red. He glances around as if someone in this room would actually help him.
“Fine me.” I inhale and look at Dorothy. “Better start asking questions.”
She looks around as Nuke pulls out a chair and lights up a joint. Ammo saunters over wearing that stupid hat, while the photographer smiles and continues taking pictures.
“Before we start, none of what you just saw goes in the story. If you can’t agree, then no interview.” Rafe is in full damage-control mode.
I look over his shoulder as the door opens.
One.
Two.
Three.
I know it’s her before I even see her. I can feel her, my muse. I want to grab her and shake her for making me crazy enough to punch Sebastian, then fuck her for days. My hand rubs my chest as she comes closer.
She’s dressed all in black. Skinny jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and ballet flats.
Her eyes scan the room, taking in the bad vibe, but I couldn’t care less. She’s here. I’m ready to bolt out of my chair, but I’m gonna do this fucking interview and lock us in my suite once it’s over.
“Granger?” Nuke hands me the joint. I take it and inhale.
Dorothy turns her head to look at Gia, then back at me. “All of you have been linked with numerous women, yet none of you have settled down. Why is that?”
“What kind of question is that?” Cash demands.
My eyes laser in on Dorothy. She must be feeling all powerful since she saw me lose my shit. Hunter and Sebastian stand a few feet away with the camera, filming all of us. I feel like I’m on trial.
“We’re on the road a lot. This life we live isn’t great for relationships,” Ammo answers.
“And you?” Dorothy turns to face me. “What about you, Granger?” Her eyes shift to Gia.
“Yeah, I’ve been in love.”
“Is this Paulette? I know you guys have been on and off for a while.” She smirks, and I wonder why people are the way they are. Like does she go home after trashing people and feel good about herself?
“Paulette and I are better as friends.”
She nods. “She has been quoted as saying you were the love of her life, but unfortunately, you can’t keep your dick in your pants. Any comment?”
My eyes narrow on her. I take a hit off the joint, handing it to her as I blow smoke in her face. “Nope, no comment.”
She glares at me for a nanosecond, smiles, and turns to Cash. “What about you, Tommy Cash? You have a child?”
“Christ.” Nuke rubs his shaved head. It seems Dorothy has been snooping around in places that are better left alone.
I look around the room. Rafe is on the phone in the corner. Ace is standing next to Gia.
“Yeah, I have a son.”
“Correct me, but wasn’t the mother saying it was Granger’s? I’m only asking because it was all over the tabloids, and I thought since you are all together you could clear up the rumors. Did you take a paternity test?”
And I’m done. She’s a bitch, and I have other shit to deal with.
Cash leans over the table so that she has to sit back “That’s my son.”
I’m about to stand when she says, “What about the Disciples? You all are connected to the notorious MC club, right? Axel Fontaine is the other Rock God. Is that correct?”
“The fuck are you doing?” Nuke stands up.
Dorothy grins. “My job.” She glances at her phone, which is blowing up. Pursing her lips, she flips it toward us, eyes twinkling like she’s won the lottery.
“This was just announced. Look who’s the sexiest man alive this year.”
“Stay on Granger,” I hear Hunter tell Sebastian, and I’m ready to punch him.
“As a band, it’s got to be hard that Granger seems to always steal the spotlight. Now he’s the sexiest man alive.”
I stand and reach for my cigarettes. “Go fuck yourself. We’re a band, and they’re my brothers. Write whatever shit you want.” My eyes follow Gia as she shakes her head and turns to leave.
The room explodes with Cash going off on her along with Nuke. Rafe moves in.
But I’m done.
I don’t look back and slam open the door. “Gia.” I reach for her and swing her around. “What the fuck is happening?”
“Everything, Rhys. Jesus Christ, it’s insanity being around you.” She starts to speed walk.
I grab her arm and move her toward the elevator.
“Just stop, Rhys.” She sounds tired.
I maneuver us past the stunned faces. People point and whisper excitedly. Pushing the elevator button, I ignore the animated crowd. Thankfully, the door dings open as a couple of guys exit.
Gia stays quiet as we ride up the elevator, my hand sliding down to her cold one.
“Let’s go.” I pull us into my suite. Leaving her, I head straight for the elaborate bar and pour us bourbon in large quantities. Grabbing the glasses and bottle, I step over to where she stands staring out the window.
“Here.” I shove it into her hands.
She turns toward me, and there’s my girl. Her eyes sparkle with anger. When she shoots the whole glass, I raise an eyebrow. Her eyes water and she starts coughing.
“What the hell are you doing?” I can’t help but laugh because what the hell? I pull her into my arms and rest my chin on her head as she wheezes, her forehead resting on my chest.
“Another?”
She pulls back as I shoot my full glass, barely feeling the sting.
I look down at her and pour myself another. “Why are you running again?”
“Because I can’t do this. I hate feeling… like this.” Her green eyes are watering from the residual coughing and bourbon, but her honesty makes me bring the glass to my lips and throw back another shot. Taking her glass and mine, I set them on the table but keep the bottle.
“You have to know you can’t leave.”
“So they say,” she says dryly.
“Not because of the contract. I couldn’t care less about that.” I wrap my hand behind her neck, bringing her close. My eyes caress hers.
“I need you to stay.” My lips hover around hers. “You’re my muse, you know.” My thumb rubs her lips.
Her eyes close as if my words are too painful for her to hear, but she was honest, so I’m gonna give her my truths.
Trust her.
“Open your eyes, Brat,” I growl into her mouth.
She does, and all I need is in her eyes. My hands tighten on her hair, and I take her lips. I want to be gentle, to cherish her. But the moment her mouth opens, and my tongue finds hers, I’m lost.
Suddenly it’s different, frantic, as if we’re both scared to stop for fear it will end. Dropp
ing to my knees, I push her back against the glass window. The bottle hits the floor with a thud.
“I need to be inside you.” I grab her delicate ankles and toss off her ballet flats. Christ, my hands are shaking as if she’s my drug of choice and my body is going through withdrawal. Jerking her jeans down, she lifts her leg so I can toss them behind me. My hands scan her flat stomach.
“Open your legs.”
She obeys me, then shivers as she runs her hands through my hair.
“Your ass cold, baby? Or are you just aching for me to fuck you?”
She looks down at me. “I want you to fuck me.”
When I stroke my thumb against the flimsy fabric at her crotch, her head thuds against the window.
Slipping her panties aside, I push her legs farther apart and suck her fucking nectar. She’s slick and wet. I insert two fingers deep inside her, causing her to moan.
“I’m gonna finger fuck you hard and fast.” I stand and start to fuck her deep with my fingers, then pull them out to rub her swollen nub hard. Her hands grab my forearm, and as she looks at me, her eyes change when her cunt pulses and jerks. She clamps onto my two fingers and orgasms.
Pulling my fingers out, I unbutton my jeans, kicking them next to hers. She opens her eyes to watch.
“Take your shirt off, baby. I want those fucking tits.”
She tugs it off and gasps, covering herself when she looks down to the sidewalk below. “Holy fuck, I can see them. If they looked up they would see us—”
Grabbing her shirt, I toss it to the floor. My hard body rubs against her soft one. I take her mouth, silencing her, my tongue going deep, my cock throbbing. My balls are tight, and I haven’t even entered her yet.
Rubbing my chest on her, I say, “Take your bra off.”
She looks at me as I lift her up, ready to impale her with my cock. She reaches behind and tosses her black bra to the floor, her nipples standing erect as if begging for me to fuck them. That can come later. I’ll slide my thick, hard cock between those full tits and come all over her, mark her mine forever.
When I lift her ass, she wraps her legs around me and I thrust into her slick, wet cunt—all moist and ready to fucking come already. Like a goddamn teenager, I have to breathe through my nose while I rut inside her. Her nails dig into my shoulder. The window supports us, allowing me to move her up and down on my dick.
“Open your eyes, Gia, and look down. Do they see you, baby?” I whisper in her ear. They can’t—we’re too high up, and even if they could see, they can’t see our faces.
“Oh my God,” she whimpers, turning her head and gazing down below. Her head falls back and my mouth attacks her neck, biting and sucking, marking her in the most primal way.
“I’m going to come, Rhys,” she moans, grabbing hold of my neck as her body contracts.
“I’m going to…” Her eyes flutter. She whimpers in my mouth and her cunt pulses and contracts over and over on my cock. She cries out my name while I keep fucking her deep and hard.
“Watch me,” I snarl. Her eyes meet mine. “I’m gonna fill this cunt of mine up.” I thrust deep inside her tight, slick walls. My cock jerks as I let loose in gripping, pulsing, mind-blowing waves.
Euphoria. So intense I feel it all the way down to my toes.
“Fuck, it’s good with us,” I say. She’s almost limp. I hold her still, letting myself jerk out the last of my seed inside her. Slowly, I slide out of her.
“I can barely stand.” She places her hands on the window to steady herself.
Grinning, I lift her into my arms and kick the bedroom door open. “You’re tired. I’m exhausted.”
All the craziness of my world is gone. My head is surprisingly quiet as I slide into the large bed. She rolls to her side, and I pull the sheets over us, grabbing her tight so we can spoon.
“What are we doing?” she whispers.
With my eyes already closing, I tighten my arms around her. “Sleeping,” I say, inhaling her scent. It wraps around me, almost lulling me to sleep.
“It’s just us, Gia. Relax and sleep.”
GIA
Present – Twenty-five years old
London, England
“I have to use the bathroom.” I look around and see him grinning at me. His dark hair is wild, his tan, tattooed body almost glistening.
“Gia, come here.” He motions for me. I look around. We’re at the beach. He takes my hand as we walk to the ocean. It’s foamy, the water rolling up to my toes. I look at him and his eyes are like brown bourbon.
“Okay, go pee,” he says.
My eyes pop open. Holy shit, I really do need the bathroom. Thank God I didn’t listen to Rhys in my dream. I almost I giggle, which is absurd because I don’t giggle.
“Rhys,” I whisper, trying to escape his arms that seem to tighten as I move. Finally, I escape and make my way into the bathroom. This might be one of my favorite hotels. I stayed here a couple of years ago. Not in a suite like this, but everything in this hotel is gorgeous. I quickly use the facilities and wash my hands. Looking up at the mirror, I almost laugh. I look like Spot the dog. My mascara is a mess, and my makeup from earlier is probably all over the pillow.
I can’t remember sleeping that well in years. Turning the faucet, I attempt to fix my eyes. I’m probably delirious because I have zero to be happy about. I need to get out of here, run away as he likes to call it. But let’s be honest—he’s right. I do need to run… guard myself from the eventual pain that’s going to crash down on me.
I’m too old for this crap, and I promised myself I would not get into any more unhealthy relationships.
Rhys is not relationship material, but he is, without a doubt, the best fuck I’ve ever had. No matter what I say about him, Rhys Granger can fuck like no other. Maybe I should stick around a bit.
I run my hand down my neck, noticing the tiny bite marks. My core clenches. Christ, I’m like a junkie and he’s my crack. Would it be bad to stay in here all day and let him make me come numerous times?
“Probably” I say to myself. I know I need to leave. Slip out without a backward glance. I thought I could do this. Be professional and leave. But Rhys wants more, I can feel it, and as much as I am able to logically say my heart is detached, I’m not sure that’s the case.
With a sigh, I grab his toothbrush. The truth is, I can’t trust him and can’t forget that he let me go. Meaning, I guess I can’t forgive him. As I brush my teeth, my mind travels back to that day—that fucking awful day in the rain.
I broke that day. Although I recovered, here I am, brushing my teeth, trying to talk myself into leaving when my body wants me to stay.
That’s what all this is: sex. I want him, and you know what? That’s not such a bad thing. I put his toothbrush back and turn off the light, returning to the bed. I have no idea what time it is, but clearly I’m not leaving since his cock seems to be awake even if he’s still asleep.
For a second I falter, as if a neon sign saying Danger is going off in my head. He’s so beautiful. But it’s more than that. He’s talented, so fucking talented. He’s done what few can only dream of.
How does he handle it—the grueling schedules, and the mental and physical wear of a world tour? I’m exhausted and I’ve just started.
When I crawl back into bed, he instantly tugs me back into his arms. His warm, delicious smell of freshness and spice makes my heart race.
I’m not as tough as I think. All my talk about how this is just sex might be bullshit. Because all he has to do is touch me, and my heart breaks into little pieces, scattering all over.
What the fuck am I doing? I move to sit up, but he rolls over, pinning my hands above my head as if he knows…
Knows that I’m fighting myself. Knows I’m considering leaving before we both get hurt. I might not survive. Last time, I became a bitter bitch. This time, I can’t become a broken one.
“Brat,” he says, his voice raspy. His long, black eyelashes blink open, taking my breath away
as I stare into his dark eyes. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” His eyes search my face. He’s not haunted; he’s present, and that seems almost worse.
My hands tingle and my nipples harden. I’m close to bursting into tears. I can’t do this. He’s going to hurt me, and yet I can’t leave.
“I should go.” My voice cracks.
Again, his eyes peruse my face. “Not an option.”
“Rhys, I—” His mouth crashes down on mine, and he holds me possessively, as if he means it. I open, letting myself have this, because I can’t walk away.
Our tongues twist as his hands tighten on mine. He bites the bottom of my lip, then sucks on it. Lifting his head, he looks almost as tortured as I’m sure I do.
“You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?” He lets go of one of my hands to grab the back of my leg. “I hope this cunt is ready because I can’t wait.” And in one amazingly forceful thrust, he slides deep inside me.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby. So wet.” He plunges into me hard. My eyes roll back in my head at how good it feels. My body betrays me with need, which isn’t fair. Then again, life isn’t fair.
In and out he thrusts, his piercing rubbing me as I start to climb. His mouth hovers over mine; his eyes bore into me. Our breathing is in sync, and for as rough as he fucks, there’s an intimacy we’ve never had before. My legs wrap around his ass. His hand travels up my torso, pulling on my pierced nipple, and that’s it. I’m going over in fast, pulsing waves of pleasure.
“Rhys,” I cry out. Blinking away the dark spots, I peer up at him. It’s that intense. When he pulls out, he grabs my hips, and his mouth goes straight to my clit. I haven’t even stopped coming. Pulsing, contracting, I let out a scream of pleasure. He lifts his head. His two fingers rub hard on my clit as I buck up, then fall back onto the bed.
“You’re mine. Say it.” He jerks his slick cock. “Say it.” He straddles me, his muscled legs strong. He jerks his cock hard. I lean up and pull on the piercing.
His hand goes to my throat. “Say it,” he grunts.
“I’ve always been yours,” I whisper.
His eyes shoot to mine and he comes undone. His beautiful stomach muscles tighten, and his seed spills onto my tits.
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