Vote Then Read: Volume I

by Carly Phillips

  Sapphire…

  Wrath practically dragged me to his cubby. “What the hell is your problem?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit.”

  He pushed me onto the bed and pulled the curtains closed. I moved over to the edge against the wall and looked at him. He so freakin’ moody, since when are men moody? I thought it was reserved for us PMSing women…at least it’s what “they” say.

  “Fuck,” he growled, as he ran his hands through his hair, making it stand up like the Mohawk he wore on stage. “I don’t fuckin’ know.”

  I didn’t know what to say. When he turned toward me he had a lost expression, like a lonely little boy and my heart melted a little. What had happened to him in his past? No one really knew. The background press releases on the band kept so much quiet. With all their success it was amazing nothing had leaked about their childhoods, but maybe it was because of the foster care system.

  “Can I do anything?”

  Instead of answering he pulled me closer and ground his lips against mine. He kissed me hard, my lips pressed against my teeth, but when I slipped my arms around his neck he relaxed and so did the force of the kiss. Damn. He tasted good and smelled even better. He had a scent all his own. I wasn’t sure if it was the combination of deodorant, soap, and stale cigarettes but whatever it was, it was my crack. I couldn’t resist him—not that I wanted to.

  When his hands slid under my t-shirt and he reached for my bra I pulled back. Crack was one thing but knowing the guys were outside a thin curtain and could hear everything was another. He was trying to prove something to someone but I wasn’t some blow up doll he could screw whenever. Okay, maybe I’m wrong, isn’t that what I was ‘selling’ myself as when I came here as a groupie? Shit what a clusterfuck.

  “Hey,” I whispered in his ear. “I think we need to talk.” I tried to pull back a little but he wasn’t letting go.

  “No talking, just fucking.”

  “With them out there?”

  “Yeah? What the hell is the big deal? Not like they haven’t heard fucking before or done it themselves.”

  I hadn’t seen this coming. In the middle of the day? I should have expected it though. He was a horn-dog and never got enough. He pushed me back and lifted my shirt. His hands massaged my breasts through the thin lace of my bra. I’d never felt sexy before this man. Despite the audience, a sigh of pure pleasure escaped my mouth.

  Sliding his body over mine he sucked my already hardened nipple and teased it through the lacy covering.

  “Oh God,” I hissed through clenched teeth. I’d hoped to pull this off without the entire world—or bus—knowing what we were doing. Fat chance.

  “Blue…” He moaned, releasing my nipple. Sitting up he opened my jeans and slid them and my G-string down my legs, pulling me into his lap. I rubbed my wet pussy against the bulge in his jeans. It was hard and ready and so was I. No denying it. Sex with Wrath was my drug of choice.

  He humped against me, bringing me close to the edge just from the roughness of his jeans rubbing against my aching clit. Then he stopped. Just like that he pushed me off his lap and focused eyes hardened with anger on me. I felt a chill run down my spine and I had no idea what was coming next.

  “Who were you texting with?”

  “My mother, I told you already. I had to tell her about her car.”

  “I don’t believe you. I think you’re playing me.”

  “I’m not.” Crossing my fingers behind my back, begging forgiveness for the lie about to come out of my mouth I answered. “It was my mother, I swear. I’m not playing you.”

  “No fuckin’ way. You can’t tell me any mother would freakin’ allow her daughter to go on the road as a fucking groupie.”

  “You haven’t met my mother.” I breathed a sigh of relief. He was jealous. Wait, he was jealous?

  “Fuckin’ explain it to me then. Or you’ll be off this bus as soon as we stop.”

  “You’d leave me in the middle of nowhere? With nothing?”

  “Hell yeah. If there’s a chance you’re hurting this band—my family—in any way, you’ll be lucky if I don’t fuckin’ kill you.”

  Trying to swallow past the lump in my throat, I didn’t know what to say. I was lying to him, but not with the intention of hurting any of them. If it went right they’d be on the cover of Rolling Stone Magazine and it would help them all. At least that's what I believed when I took this chance. I knew them…him, and I’d never do anything to hurt him.

  “I swear to you, Wrath, I would never intentionally do anything to hurt any of you. I’m here because I’m a huge fan and you’re the biggest turn-on ever. I hoped to get to meet you, but this…” I gestured around the cubby, “this is just fucking amazing, a dream come true.”

  Leaning back against the wall he watched me with such intensity I felt like I was in an interrogation room with the bright light and everything. Any arousal I’d felt was long gone. No worries about keeping quiet I guess. Shit, now I was sounding like my mom, always looking for the silver lining.

  He still didn’t look convinced. I had to take a chance and hopefully he wouldn’t call my bluff. “Do you want me to get my cell so you can check my messages?”

  Oh yeah he didn’t expect that response. The tension in my shoulders eased as he considered it. I watched as different expressions played across his face before he went back to his normal smirk. “No you don’t have to. I’d rather not have you out there like this.” Reminding me I only had a t-shirt and bra on. Ahh no, that wouldn’t be a good thing.

  I giggled. I couldn’t help it. It was mostly from relief but some of it came from the look of jealousy that reappeared on his face when he thought about me going out into the bus with no bottoms. He was a conundrum—a confused, hurt little boy inside of a thick-skinned rocker who wanted no one to get close. Except now there were cracks in his exterior and it looked like I was getting to him. It’d be a dream come true if the person causing the cracks was Teresa and not Sapphire. I knew any chance I had with him wouldn’t last as soon as he found out the truth. He’d never forgive me, but it was too late to do anything about it.

  7

  Sapphire…

  We pulled into Nashville around two a.m. It’d been a long day. Joe only stopped once for dinner since had everything else we needed on the bus. Still, after the episode with Wrath, I felt off balance and very insecure about what I was doing. I’d been afraid to check my cell for a response from Roy. I didn’t need to get Wrath more riled up.

  I was looking forward to a shower and bed. A little of my Wrath crack would be nice too but I wasn’t sure if he was over his anger enough to want me. He’d kept his distance the rest of the time except at dinner. He’d snuggled up close to me, making sure no one else got near. I really wish I could see into his head and figure out what the hell was going on in there.

  The buses parked at the Bridgestone Arena and there were limos waiting to take us all to the hotel. I didn’t care where we went as long as there was a bed involved. All the stress wore me out and I needed some down time, although how much I’d get, since I was rooming with Wrath, would be debatable.

  The hotel was beautiful and Joe had reserved an entire floor for the band. I heard Wrath mention to Rage that it’d never happened before, I guess their previous manager hadn’t taken very good care of them. Probably why they’d ditched him. I was still trying to find out the story behind it, but not tonight. After maybe two hours of sleep last night and the long bus ride I was worn out.

  Walking in to the room I swear my jaw dropped. It was freakin’ huge, bigger than Mom’s whole apartment. The huge living room had a view of downtown Nashville through the wall of windows, a wet bar, and a balcony. The bedroom was just as amazing and the bed looked so inviting I wanted to curl up on it and go to sleep, but I needed a shower first.

  Wrath was behind me, watching my reactions. “It’s amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it—well except on TV.”

  “Yeah I
know, me either. Joe is taking really good care of us. Better than dickman ever did.”

  “Who’s dickman?”

  “Rod Dixon, our old manager. Cynda called him dickman and it stuck. He was the biggest fuckin’ cocksucker. I’m so glad we found out about him before he did too much damage.”

  “Yeah I bet. I’m glad you got rid of him then.”

  He nodded and dropped the bags on the bed. “Want to shower first? I’m going to grab a smoke.”

  “Sure.” I could have kissed him but the look on his face held me back. He wasn’t as uptight with me as earlier but he wasn’t his easy going self either. I watched him step out onto the balcony to light up and just as I was grabbing my bag I saw him pull out his phone and make a call. Who the hell was he calling at almost three a.m.?

  “Holy shit,” I squealed as I entered the bathroom. The huge soaker tub and walk-in shower with sauna was an answer to my prayers. I didn’t know what I wanted to do first, but I opted for a shower then a nice soak in the complementary bubbles.

  The pulsating heat from ten showerheads went a long way to easing my aching muscles and washed a lot of my tension down the drain. Drying off I checked my hair for roots, and was happy to see they were still non-existent. I’d touched them up two days ago but I had to stay on top of it. Wrapping it in a towel, I saw the bath was ready. As I sank into the enormous tub filled to the brim with bubbles I sighed. “Heavenly…” Leaning back against a rolled up towel I closed my eyes and cleared my mind.

  Wrath…

  “I tell you, something’s not right about her. I don’t know what, but something.”

  I could hear Joe sigh on the other end of the phone. “Chris, listen to me. You’re tired, stressed and quite possibly falling for this girl. From everything I know about you it’d be enough to scare the crap out of you. I think you’re overreacting.”

  “I don’t think so, I fuckin’ hear what you’re saying but that’s not it. There’s something else. Whose mother lets them become a groupie and even lends them a car? C’mon even you have to think that’s fucked up.”

  “Maybe. I’ll see what I can find out. We had her car towed so I’ll get them to give me the VIN number and we’ll do some checking. Now go to bed. You have a show tomorrow night.”

  “Thanks.”

  “No problem. That’s what I’m here for, remember? You can come to me about anything.”

  For the first time in hours I smiled. Joe Martini was a fucking gift from God for sure. “You’re the best, Joe. You must be beat after driving all day.”

  “Nah, I love to drive. But we’ll probably hire a driver eventually so I can take care of other stuff on the road.”

  “Night.”

  “Sleep well, son.”

  I expected to see Blue curled up in bed but she wasn’t there. I looked around the bedroom but didn’t see her anywhere, the shower wasn’t running either. Blind panic traveled down my spine until I found her in the tub, headphones in and covered in bubbles. She looked vaguely familiar with no make-up and her blue hair wrapped in a towel, but I saw so many women these days I was probably imagining it.

  The water was cool. I didn’t want to leave her in the tub, but I didn’t want to startle her either. I turned off her iPod thinking it might wake her but she didn’t move. Reaching in to the water I lifted her out of the mound of bubbles. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me, my heart flipped over.

  “Hi,” I whispered. “You fell asleep. I’m going to put you to bed.”

  “Mmm, thank you. Sorry…”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for.” I toweled her off and brushed her still damp hair before carrying her to bed. I placed her under the covers and grabbed my own shower before sliding in next to her. As soon as our bodies touched she moved closer until she her sweet ass was nestled against my cock. For a second or two I was tempted to wake her but she’d looked so tired. Yawning, I pulled her closer and fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.

  Sapphire…

  I woke to my nipples being rubbed and a hard cock pressed against my butt. He was nibbling on my earlobe and nuzzling my neck, his unshaven face sending thrills of delight down my spine. Oh yeah there are definitely much worse ways to wake up.

  “Morning, baby.”

  “Finally. I was beginning to think I’d have to fuck you while were you were still sleeping. Did you take something last night?”

  “No, I think the crazy schedule got to me. Sorry I fell asleep.”

  “Do you remember falling asleep in the fuckin’ tub?”

  “No. I couldn’t have…” Could I? Had I fallen asleep in the tub? I didn’t remember.

  “Yup, I took you out of there and put you to bed. You were fucking out of it.”

  “Shit, sorry baby.”

  “No worries. You were kinda cute and light too.”

  “Light? Are you freakin’ kidding me? Have you looked at me? All these curves come with a lot of padding.”

  “Shhh, I love your curves.” As if to accentuate his statement, he smacked my butt and rolled me over. His eyes had lost the hardness of yesterday and I prayed he was over whatever had been bugging him. I liked this Wrath better—a lot better.

  Pulling his face closer I kissed him. He must have been up for a bit since he tasted like cigarettes and coffee. “What time is it?”

  “A little after ten.”

  “Shit really? I need to get up.”

  “Why? Gotta a date?”

  Duh, I had nowhere to be but there. “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m already where I want to be.”

  “That’s more like it.” Nibbling on my lips was the first stop on his trek down my body. I don’t think he missed one inch of skin on his way down, even tonguing my belly button, which tickled. My giggles evaporated at the first touch of his tongue on my clit. My hips arched against his face and without thinking my hands grabbed his head holding him to my sex. I’d gone from fast asleep to wide-awake and on fire for him in about ten seconds. It had to be some kind of a record.

  My body was vibrating and all my muscles clenched as I tried to hold off my orgasm. I wanted, scratch that, needed him inside me and he was taunting me. His focus was all on my clit, licking, nibbling, and sucking, on the little hard nub of sex. I was about to explode.

  “Oh my God, please. I need you inside me.”

  “No. Not yet.”

  “Why?” My question nothing more than a long whine.

  “Because I’m not ready yet.”

  Oh…I could fix this issue. “Let me help.”

  “Nope,” he said as he grabbed my hand, which wouldn’t have reached anyway. “I didn’t mean I’m not hard, I meant I’m not ready to give it to you. You will come for me first.”

  My body arched against his face again and again as he concentrated on my clit making me quiver. “Please…”

  As I whimpered for release he held my clit between his teeth and tongued it. It was too much and I couldn’t hold back any more. “Fuck…Oh. My. God. Wrath,” I screamed my release.

  One last lick across my throbbing clit and he flipped me over onto my belly, pushing me up on my knees. I could barely think as the remnants of the powerful orgasm rippled through my body.

  Hearing the tearing of foil I knew he was finally putting on the rubber. Thank God. My legs were quivering and it was taking all my concentration just to stay on my knees. I felt the heat from him before he touched me. My juices were running down my legs—no doubt I’d be plenty wet for him.

  His condom covered cock rubbed the length of my pussy making sure to slide against my over stimulated clit, making me whimper. I’d never been this turned on before in my life. I was still riding the waves of my orgasm when he shoved his thick cock deep into my pussy, smacking my butt at the same time.

  I jumped from the surprise attack and my pussy opened wider to suck in his cock, my vaginal muscles grabbed onto him and didn’t let go. He spanked me again and my juices gushed around his cock. Groaning I push
ed back against him. I needed him to move, not just fill me. I needed the friction and the heat.

  “You fuckin’ love this don’t you, Blue?”

  “Yes, baby, fuck me, please.”

  “Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he spanked my right ass cheek. It was pain and pleasure just like the last time and I wanted more.

  “More, give me more.”

  “Demanding little bitch aren’t you?” Grabbing hold of my hips he pulled out and slammed back in, almost knocking me into the headboard. He started a pattern, two thrusts and then he’d spank a cheek. My legs were turning to jelly as the tension built in my pussy.

  He must have felt it too and picked up the rhythm. He reached around and tweaked my clit.

  “Oh God, Wrath…”

  “That’s it, Baby Blue, come for me. Come now, baby.” Pounding in to me faster and faster I went over the edge and I swear I really saw stars. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. He leaned in to me and thrust deep, I could feel his hands shaking as he held on to my hips.

  “Fuck yeah,” Wrath yelled with his release. His head on my back and his arms around my waist as he turned us to the side. Trying to catch our breath we didn’t say anything. Our panting told the story. It was fucking incredible. If I hadn’t experienced it I wouldn’t believe it was possible to feel an orgasm in every muscle of my body.

  8

  Wrath

  “What the fuck?” Pounding. It took a minute to realize someone was at the door. Rolling out of Blue’s embrace I stalked over to the door. Yeah I was naked but fuck it if they wanted to wake me they deserved whatever they got.

  “Housekeeping.”

  Fuck, okay she didn’t deserve it. “Can you come back later?”