Phoenix Rising Rock Band: The Series

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  You Really Got A Hold On Me by Smokey Robinson, Steven Tyler

  My Girl by The Temptations

  Out Of The Black by Royal Blood

  Psycho by Muse

  Do Right Woman, Do Right Man by Aretha Franklin

  Heavy Is the Head by Zac Brown Band

  Gallows by Dustin Kensrue

  Cryin’ Time by Ray Charles

  Because You Love Me by Celine Dion

  Angel by Sarah McLachlan

  Hit The Ground by Hinder

  Be Without You by Mary J. Blige

  You’ve Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi

  FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna, Kanye West, Sir Paul McCartney

  Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye

  I Will Remember You – Live by Sarah McLachlin

  When A Man Loves A Woman by Percy Sledge

  Scorched:

  Phoenix Rising Rock Band, Book Short

  Scorched

  Kathryn C. Kelly

  Scorched by Kathryn Kelly

  Copyright ©2017 Kathryn Kelly

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the Author. All songs, song titles and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

  Phoenix Rising Rock Band Logo by Swish Design & Editing

  Cover design by Crystal Cuffley

  Original Copyright 2014 Books for Boobies Anthology

  Blurb

  In this three-thousand-word short, Georgie and Sloane work their magic together on stage and then share a scorching night of passion.

  Note

  Contains spoilers from Inferno and Incendiary!

  Dedication

  To Georgie and Sloane’s fans. This is for you. Thank you for believing in them.

  Table of Contents

  Blurb

  Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Connect with Kat

  About Kathryn Kelly

  Chapter One

  Georgie

  Fire shoots high into the air, flaring up with each high note Sloane hits. Sweat plasters his dark hair to his scalp and glistens from his ripped body, glowing golden against the backdrop of the flames. When he turns, his back piece, the Phoenix rising up, comes alive and my breath catches. This never gets old, watching my husband, my rock god, performing onstage.

  We’ve been on the road for three and a half months, but took a break for Christmas when went to Houston to spend time with my dad, my grandma, Sloane’s aunt, and Asher. I’m going into my sixth month of pregnancy, therefore, after tonight’s concert Sloane is taking me away for a week. Just him and me, no Bryn, either. I have no idea how I’m going to survive without my baby girl for seven days, but this is the honeymoon we never got to have and this is important to Sloane. Balancing motherhood and marriage isn’t easy and as Sloane insists leaving Bryn with Dad and Abby won’t make me a bad mom. I need the break, too.

  “Are you ready, Georgiana?” Kiln’s voice slips past my reservations and I nod, realizing that the guys have ended the performance that so entranced me. The fire has flickered away and the stage goes dark for a brief moment.

  “Yes.” I slip off the jacket and hold it out to Kiln. We’ve become friends of sorts, but he still can be a total dickhead. I’ve decided that’s just who he is. The fact that he’s Sloane personal protection officer and head of both of our security details adds to his arrogance.

  “All clear,” Jason, my personal bodyguard, tells me, stopping next to me, on my other side as a single spotlight shines brightly, and focuses on Sloane, who now sits on a stool. A white shirt, unbuttoned and opened, clings to him thanks to the sweat. The gold wedding band I gifted him with is a beacon to me, as he picks at the strings on his guitar.

  His head tilts. My cue to enter the stage. The audience is already whistling and clapping. They know I’m coming and my heart beats in wild anticipation. If the disappearance of the flames wasn’t a cue, Sloane’s position is.

  Kiln and Jason stay at my side and escort me right near Adam. The bassist is in the shadows of the darkness as is Maitland and Quint, but I still dislike being guided out like I’m a fragile little doll.

  Sloane’s rasping voice entrances me. I’m still his number one fan. Just because he’s mine doesn’t make me any less enthralled by his talent. Slowly, Quint and Adam add in keyboard and bass, though Sloane’s singing and lead is still dominant. Maitland strikes the cymbal, then his drums, zing-boom, zing-boom, zing-boom before sliding into a steady rhythm, silencing the others and cuing my entrance.

  I twirl into view, my flowing skirts flying around me, the slits showing my legs and bare feet. My hair whirls and loops with me. Lights begin to flicker around me. Red. White. The crowd screams, the roar of my name filling the arena. This part always makes me nervous. I’m afraid I’ll mess up, so I curtail my movement to focus on Sloane. He knows I’m scared and his gaze never once leaves mine. In his eyes, I see the pride and encouragement I need to get to him. It isn’t far between where I stand waiting for my cue and where Sloane always sits on his stool, so I reach him in under a minute.

  When I do, Quint adds his keyboard, Adam his bass, and Sloane his lead and voice again, while I dance around my husband. Instead of ending the song on the last verse, he stands up and grabs me, dancing me around the stage and stealing kisses from me, riling the crowd to a frenzy.

  As the guys closes the song out, Sloane settles his hands on my waist and leans down, slanting his mouth over mine. I stand on tiptoe to meet him halfway, hungry for him. Laughing wickedly, he pulls away and settles his arm around my shoulder.

  “Give it up for my Georgie, people!” he yells. His Phoenicians oblige. Though I’ve gotten my own fan base, they love Sloane and would do anything he asks.

  “We love you, Georgie!” a male voice screams out.

  “Too bad, motherfucker,” Sloane responds over the mic. “She belongs to me.”

  Just as he finishes the statement, Jason and Kiln flank me. As far as we know, all threats to my well-being have been obliterated for the time being. Still, Sloane takes no chances where I’m concerned. There’s a wall of bodyguards on the floor in front of the stage, but if a comment about me comes from a single fan, I’m ushered out.

  The moment we reach backstage and the band begins their closing song, I look at Jason. “Bring me to the bus, so I can shower and check on Bryn.”

  Chapter Two

  Sloane

  When I walk out of the bathroom and into our bedroom at the back of the bus, Georgie is asleep and curled around Bryn on our junior king-sized bed. My daughter is as attached to her mother as her mother is to her. Taking Georgie away for seven days will be hell on both of them.

  Sighing, I pull on pajama bottoms and carefully remove Bryn from Georgie’s arms, more for the baby’s benefit. Mine, too, since I want to fuck Georgie’s brains out and if our daughter awakens, my dick will be sorely disappointed.

  Walking into the room set up as Bryn’s nursery, I lay her carefully on the bed. It’s specially made, for her safety. She fusses as I pull up the covers, but I hum to her as I rub her belly, not leaving her side until she settles again.

  Once she does, I walk toward the living area, where I find Jason and Zelda, watching TV, both dressed for bed. It’s close to three in the morning. After the show ended and a quick call to my wife, I hu
ng back with the band for almost two hours since I’ll miss two interviews that had been scheduled months ago. So I signed autographs and interacted with the band’s fans. It was a rare opportunity to get to me without Georgie next to me. The women were ecstatic. I was not. I’ve gotten used to having my wife at my side. I’m so fucking proud to call her mine and to show the world that she belongs to me. From our onstage interaction, I’m sure most of the fans have gotten the message. But it’s the one-on-one that counts more than anything.

  This is my chance to underscore just how much Georgie means to me. My groupies come in all shapes, sizes, and colors. I’ve enjoyed women since my mid-teens, so I find beauty in each of them.

  And, yet, Georgie has blinded me to anyone but her. There isn’t a woman on earth more beautiful than my wife.

  Though I feel that way, most of my female fans don’t give a fuck that my pregnant wife is on the road with me. They’ll fuck me in a back alley if I wanted them.

  One of my greatest joys is interacting with my followers, so, despite the women, I got caught up in the after-concert craziness and spent more time than I’d intended, which means we hit the highways almost ninety minutes later than planned. Before Kiln got in the driver’s seat, he had to get a dick suck, a fuck, some food to eat, and a shower.

  “Georgie need anything, Mr. Sloane?” Zelda asks. Georgie has recruited her as Bryn’s nanny. I think she’s also a maternal figure and protects Georgie as much as she protects the baby. “Is Bryn awake?”

  “I just laid Bryn in her bed,” I explain. “I’m about to turn in for the night.”

  Zelda starts to rise, but I hold my hand up.

  “Has she said anything about our honeymoon?”

  “What do you mean?” Zelda asks, lifting her brow. “Are you asking if she’s excited?”

  No. I’m asking if she thinks I’m a fucking jackass for demanding she leave Bryn behind. Zelda has been knowing me since I was a child. She understands what I’m not saying. I glare at her.

  She sniffs. “No need to get nasty.”

  “Answer the fucking question.”

  Jason smiles as if he knows something I don’t. The fucking joke’s on him. I know he hit on my wife and I still want to rip his fucking cock off for it. Just because he fucked my aunt, he thought he could stick his dick in my Georgie. She’s never mentioned it to me and if I hadn’t overheard it, I wouldn’t know about it. She set him in his place but it galls the fuck out of me that I can’t break his fucking nuts.

  “Georgie’s upset that she has to leave the baby, sir,” he informs me. “I offered to stay and serve as Bryn’s personal protection officer, but she insists I take the time off.”

  “She’s right,” I say coolly. “Kiln will be more than enough to accompany Abby with Bryn.” Although my aunt had best stay the fuck out of the public with my daughter. “Thanks for your dedication.”

  “Anything for Georgie, sir.”

  Zelda rolls her eyes. She’s often castigated me for my pissing contest with Jason, insisting Georgie won’t be swayed by only a pretty face. According to her, Jason might be nice looking but he isn’t me.

  Fucking right, that motherfucker isn’t me.

  “Hey.”

  Georgie’s voice prevents me from telling Zelda that she and Abby are flying to Mahe, the island we’ll stay on in the Seychelles, in two days to bring Bryn to us. Although they’ll stay in a separate villa, Bryn will, in essence, be with us. More importantly, Georgie will be happy.

  I turn around, finding her standing in the doorway between the living space and Bryn’s bedroom. She’s wearing my pajama top, sleeves rolled up. The thing still dwarfs her. Not that it matters. My cock is instantly rock hard. I’ve been wanting to eat her cunt and fuck her since I left her to go onstage.

  Her gaze drops to the ridge of my dick, pressing against the material, and she blushes. It’s probably because of Zelda, but the dominant male in me swears it’s because of Jason, whom she can’t even see since my body stands in her line of vision.

  “How long have you been onboard?” she asks, glancing from my face to my cock. I tighten my muscles and my dick jumps. She licks her lips. Pre-cum beads the tip just as if her mouth had sucked it from me. “Have we been on the road long?”

  “Not too long, Georgie,” Jason responds from behind me.

  Georgie blinks, but I refuse to allow him the satisfaction of getting her attention. This public foreplay is amping up my need to fuck her. I caress my dick with the slightest touch. I am aware of Zelda and I wouldn’t want to offend her sensibilities, but I really fucking wish she wasn’t here. For that matter, fuck Jason too. If they were both gone, I’d take her right here.

  “We should be in Houston in about six hours to drop Bryn off,” Jason continues.

  When the words penetrate Georgie’s head, her face falls and her haze of desire evaporates. Maybe, I should call Cash and his biker brothers to fuck Jason up.

  “Okay, thanks for letting me know, Jason,” she says softly.

  “Let’s turn in,” I order. Not giving her a chance to refuse me, I place my hand at the small of her back and urge her forward. She glances at our sleeping daughter, but doesn’t stop. Once in our bedroom, I close the door, and wrap my arms around her, resting my hands on her stomach.

  “You were so fucking gorgeous onstage tonight,” I tell her truthfully, caressing her rounded belly. Chinning her hair aside, I slide my tongue along the shell of her ear, breathing in her vanilla scent.

  She grinds her ass against my straining cock, tipping her head to the side to allow me better access to her tender skin. I bite her neck, sucking on the spot, encouraged by her moan. When I’m sure I’ll leave a mark, I trail kisses along her jaw. Once I reach her mouth, I turn her in my arms. Finally having her face-to-face with me, I take full advantage and slip my tongue between her parted lips. I kissed her onstage, but it only added to the unabated hunger I carry for Georgie.

  She lays her palms against my chest and meets my tongue with her own, moving her mouth along with mine. The touch of her hands as she rubs my skin drives me fucking crazy.

  She touching me and tasting me, and loves to kiss me. But, fuck, if I’m not in heaven just getting in her hot little pussy.

  Her fingers wrap around my cock and I grunt, disengaging from her to take off the fucking PJs. While I’m at it, I remove her top, too, and she giggles, then curls her tongue around my nipples, her lips forging a path straight to my dick.

  Chapter Three

  Georgie

  I run my tongue over Sloane’s skin, the taste of him abetting the desire I’m drowning in. My pussy is soaked and my nipples are hard. He’s kissed me senseless again, but he has yet to give any attention to my swollen breasts or my needy clit.

  On my knees, I catch his gaze, almost creaming at the domination he’s exuding. I know he likes to be in control, especially in the bedroom. He’s hinted at bondage for me in the future and in the privacy of our home.

  When I asked him about a playroom, he flipped me off because he knew what I was getting at.

  My response? Fuck him. I loved the books in question.

  Play room. No play room. Handcuffs, rope, cord ties…or not…Sloane is in full control even when he lets me think I am.

  I lick the head of his cock, groaning at the pre-cum before stretching my mouth over his dick and taking him in as far as I can. He hits the back of my throat and I relax my muscles there.

  His hands settle on my head and he grunts as I hollow my cheeks, bobbing up and down to his thrusts.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” he croons, and I suck harder, faster, wrapping one hand around his cock base and rubbing my wet pussy with the other.

  In the heat of my mouth, his dick is silky smooth and hard as steel, the width of him straining my lips. He fists my hair and I flicker my fingers over my clit, a small noise escaping me though I’m still sucking him.

  “I’m about to come,” he tells me harshly. “Look at me while I do it.”


  Somewhere, I lost focus and stopped staring into those too-blue eyes. I lift my gaze to his and lick around the head, to tease him.

  “Fuck, Georgie!”

  I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, and over the head again. “Fuck my mouth.”

  Whenever I say this to him, he unleashes like a wild man. Now, is no different. He drives into my mouth, sliding against my tongue, until he loses complete control and fountains his cum down my throat.

  Dragging me to my feet, he plants his mouth over mine and guides me onto the bed.

  “Hold your pussy lips open for me.”

  “I want you to suck my tits first.” Even as I pant those words, I throw my legs open and do as he told me.

  “All in good time, sweetheart,” he promises with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I haven’t gotten my daily fill of your pussy in hours.”

  He drags his tongue over my clit and I whimper.

  “I can get drunk off the taste of your cunt juice.”

  My mind is completely blank as he tongues my inner lips, nips my fingers as I hold my pussy open to his pillaging, and then sucks on my clit. My bones melt away and my being liquefies at the intensity of the sensation streaking through me. I grip his hair and tremble against his mouth, falling completely apart.

  “Sloane!” I wail, but he’s merciless, licking my clit as my first orgasm passes over me and widening my legs to give him more access. His hair is so silky against my skin while the stubble on his jaw abrades me, both adding another layer of passion to Sloane’s lovemaking. He thrusts his tongue into my entrance and my back arches, screams of ecstasy tearing from me.

  My body is a bundle of nerves, so even the upward trail of his mouth sends shivers through me. When his lips close around one of my nipples and his finger plays with my pussy, I moan, burning to have him inside of me.