TAT Box Set

by Emjay Soren

  Holy fuck!

  “What?” I squeak embarrassed beyond reason. Noah knew Chad was giving it to me as often as he could, he doesn’t need to see the evidence of a phenomenal night of passion. “Please tell me you’re kidding Chad.” I know I am whining but it’s hard enough dealing with Noah outside the sexual realm of my relationship. Rubbing it in his face only makes him harder for me to deal with.

  “Oh, I did baby and I am fucking loving it. Your brother has been giving me so much shit, even before we got together. Trust me baby he respects this.”

  “Let me talk.” I hear Noah demand from the distance, and I cringe inside because ew, what girl wants this talk with her big brother? “Carrie?” He says across the line and I am tempted to pretend the call was dropped because of cell reception.

  “What?” I say sweetly not sure how bad it’ll be.

  “Seriously, Blake’s right sis. I respect him for loving those marks and marking himself with you. It shows me he is serious about you and that eases my soul. Feel me?”

  “Yeah Noah I feel you.” I say but I can’t help the mortification that comes with his knowing. “Does Chad get to tattoo some crazy sex thing between you and Candy?” I ask with a snicker.

  “Fuck no.” He says and hands the phone back to a laughing Chad.

  “Hey, we are about to do this babe, so I’ll call when he is done yeah?”

  “Yeah okay I need to get up anyway and get dinner going for Gramps.”

  “I like that Carrie. I like you calling him Gramps. Makes me feel like you want him to be your Gramps.”

  I laugh and try not to giggle all girly at the thought of legally being his granddaughter in law. “Who wouldn’t want Harvey Chad?”

  He agrees and before he hangs up, I lowered my voice. “Send me a picture when it’s done babe?”

  He groans and gives me a gruff yes before the sound of the machine starts buzzing and I hear Chad hiss. “Fuck warn me man.” He says to Noah who laughs and calls him a pussy. “Love you Carrie girl.”

  “Love you Rockstar.”

  *

  Chad

  I stumbled into our bus wasted in a way I never have been. We partied with the guys from Sinners and celebrated our final show next in Seattle. Trisha was there trying to hang on me like a cheap suit. She sang on some of our ballads and we figured we would have her play Spokane and Seattle to get the recognition, but I couldn’t stand her off stage.

  I was missing my girl and ended up being babysat by Shame and Sass all night so I would drunk dial her or ask her to marry me via text. Shame finally cut me off around four in the morning and don’t even remember hitting my bunk.

  I don’t know how long I was out for but long enough to sober up for my dick to get hard. I tried to open my eyes as I felt Carrie, sensed her undoing my pants as she stroked my dick.

  “Fuck baby, missed you so fucking much.” I try to reach for her, but she giggled and went down, pulling my cock into her mouth. She felt so good, but I wanted her. I missed her. I reach for her arms and pull her off me.

  “I need inside of you baby.” I am still drunk because I fell to the side when I tried to sit up.

  “Shhh, lay back Chad baby.” She whispered and I laughed.

  “Don’t shhhh me woman. I been beating off for like six months we been gone.”

  Six months? Yep, still drunk.

  She tries to hide a giggle and I try to find a light so I can see her face when she rides me, but she grabs my hand and entwines our fingers.

  I feel her pussy, wet and hot as she takes me into her and starts to ride me.

  “You feel so good, Carrie. I need to get harder baby; I love how tight you get when I'm hard.” I try to push up into her, grabbing her hips for my balance and move with her as she rocks over me.

  She feels thicker, her ass never over filled my hands, but it is now. Fuck, I'm drunk and need light.

  “Kiss me baby.” She whispers and her voice is too high.

  I open my eyes right as her lips hit mine, her tongue in my mouth tastes like cigarettes and vodka.

  I push her back, praying as I panic and try to get to the light when Trisha starts laughing and I lose my shit.

  I get the light on and see her, my dick still in her as she rides me. I lose all control and use all my force to push her off me when she slammed into the closed door to my bunk, crying out in pain.

  “Get the fuck out of here you stupid fucking bitch!” I open the door without waiting, Noah and Shame right there. Trisha falls out the door holding her head as she cries and I'm feeling all sorts of shit, but pity for her isn’t one of them.

  “Get her the fuck out of here now, I'm not right in the head Shame.”

  He looks at me, and down to my dick out in the open and still wet. I grab the garbage can in the corner and vomit at the sight. Cassa bends to help Trisha up as I try to cover my junk. “How’s it feel to know you’ve been fucked, Chad?” She asks me and I have no fucking clue what she means.

  “Trisha get the fuck out before I put hands on you. I don’t want to, but I will, that shit is close to rape you fucking bitch.” She looks at me and rolls her eyes and I step forward, blocked from both Shame and Noah.

  “Get the fuck out. Trash stays at the curb Trish.” Noah says, grabbing her arm and guiding her out.

  “I wouldn’t have hit her, but I want to.” I say to Shame as I do my pants up.

  “I get it and I know you wouldn’t have.” He reassures me and I sit in the bunk pulling my hair and let loose about every single fuck I could in one breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….fuuuuuuuck!” I roar and punch the wall a few times. “I am so fucked! She won’t forgive that shit. She is gonna fucking leave me!” My voice is loud and Cal, Noah, and Ryan from Sinners with a few of the security guys come in.

  “Breathe, Chad.” Noah says and stands beside me at the bunk.

  “Breathe? I fucking cheated on your sister? Breathing isn’t an option.”

  “That,” He points at the door he took her out through. “Was not cheating. That was a skank from your past getting even for you getting on with your life.”

  “Fuck that!” Shame says looking at Noah. “It was fucking rape!”

  “The fuck did we miss?” Cal asks.

  “What happened man?” Ryan Corbin asks, and I try to explain as best I could.

  “We should call the cops, Ry.” The head of security says, and I shake my head no.

  “I'm not playing the rape card, not my style. She has a contract for the show in Seattle and we can’t play in Seattle without ‘Lies’ on the setlist.” I try to calm down, pulling my hair as it replays in my head. “Fuck, what time is it? I need to call Carrie.”

  I go to leave the bunk as they all start telling me no and trying to stop me.

  “You will not tell her over the phone while she’s asleep and alone.”

  “I have to explain it, Shame.”

  “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Noah asks and pushes me to fall in a chair in the main are of the bus. “You need to sit on this for a minute.”

  “What? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

  “Chad, if you call her this will spin out of your control. You need to be ahead of it, we can be there to explain it with you. Carrie will understand what happened here, feel me?”

  I look at him and nod, but I feel like a monster.

  “You tell her after Seattle. We can plan a barbeque or breakfast, or some shit the day after and explain it.”

  “I agree Chad.” Cassa says and hugs me to her side. “You did nothing wrong.”

  “I…I was enjoying it. She went down on me first then started fucking me. I thought she was Carrie until she kissed me.” I look at Noah as I try to explain.

  “Of course, you enjoyed it. Head and pussy dude, you’re a guy.” Cassa smacks Cal for even talking.

  “You need to sleep it off.” Ryan says.

  “I need a fucking shower.”

  “I can take him in to get a s
hower, the walk will do him good too.” The security guy says, and I do appreciate the kindness.

  “I’ll go with you.” Noah says and waits for me to grab my shit.

  “Me too.” Shame says and looks to Cassa who nods.

  “Me too.” Cal jumps up and follows us as we leave, and I question it all.

  “Hey Chad?” Ryan calls out and I turn.

  “You need anything let us know. I can have Rock draw an incident report?”

  “Who is Rock?” Cal whispers and Shame shoves him shushing him at the same time.

  “I'm rock.” The security guard says.

  “Ill let you know man.” I say but I know I won’t do shit. I should have known better. Trish was all over me and I ignored it.

  I get to the showers in the venue and try to wash it all away, but as the water circles the drain, I know this isn’t over and wish the drain would take me too.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Carrie

  The days all blended as more than a hundred texts were sent between us daily. I had found a peace in his being gone, a sense of relief knowing the fears I was having were fears because deep down I did trust him and I know you are always hurt by those you trusted at one time or another. After all what child wouldn’t originally love and trust a parent to keep them safe. I learned the value of trust early on as did Noah, my brother the genius found a loophole in our situation though and found a way to make trust a thing of beauty and not betrayal.

  The Seattle show was tomorrow night and Candy had been ‘coordinating’ our big night with clothes, shoes, hair, makeup, waxing. She even went as far as telling me I needed extra nutrients for all the sex we would be having as well as being well hydrated. I had to wonder just what the fuck she and Noah got down too if she needed a sexual diet prior to the sex. I would never ask or even hint with wonder because I had no desire to know what my brother got down to with my bff.

  I was curious though on what their status was. “What’s the deal with you and Noah. You keep dancing around the issue making it clear you with him but also very evasive about him and you together?” I really thought she would tell me everything even if some could have been left out, but she was mum about it all.

  “What’s there to tell Carrie? Noah is Noah and that will never change. I am giving him till we head back to school to decide what he wants. It’s making me crazy because when I see him it’s like he’s distant and off putting, but alone…” She gets this dreamy look in her perfect almond eyes and I know by that look alone she loves him.

  “But alone?” I prompt hoping her answer has nothing to do with his … ‘moves’ or anything in that genre.

  “When he has me alone and we are in bed, or on the couch watching TV, cooking in the kitchen…anything, he is so attentive and sweet. He’s not the serious guy with me, I see all of him and in those moments, I tell him I love him.”

  “You do?” I ask, my voice ready to crack because I want and need Noah to see how much she loves him, to see he is not broken, not bad and that he is perfect because Candy says so.

  She nods and tears fall from her thick black lashes without leaving a streak of muddy black. “He tells me he loves me too. God Carrie, he…” She stops and shakes her head ‘no’. “Never mind.”

  “Oh, hell no Candy True! You need to spit it out right now.”

  “He just says things that melt me and because they are from Noah, I believe him. I know he would never spare my feelings with half-truths. Noah is crazy honest and at times he gets so deep that I don’t remember to breathe and wind up looking stupid saying some lame ass thing like thanks.”

  My own lack for follow up this morning and my awesome choice being, ‘me too’. “I know what you mean there. Chad does that and you know it’s not fair. Boys aren’t allowed to out romance us women. They are freaking songwriters and that gives them an unfair advantage.” I am rolling my eyes and letting my annoyingly perfect romantic boyfriend piss me off.

  Candy laughs in agreement. “What was yours?”

  “Are we talking just today because I have so many to choose from. He makes me look emotionless at least once a day.”

  “That’s it. Emotionless is the word. It’s like they take all the fun out of normal average Joes and the one liner. I had a guy actually tell me that he hit his head looking at me and that I needed to give him my phone number because of insurance purposes.” She looks at me with laughter echoing her words. “Seriously Carrie, he said that, and I gave him my number because I thought it was funny and well thought out. That was all it took. That is a normal average Joe and after the likes of Noah Beckett and Chad Blake wooing us, we could never go back.”

  I am laughing now too. “We need to make a conscience effort to come up with some swagger when they start getting deep.”

  She is nodding and still laughing softly. “So, what was the perfect thing he said today that made you feel lame?” She asked handing me a black cowl neck sleeveless top that I immediately knew I would love.

  “You’re my it, my all, my everything.” I cringe remembering my reply. “I stealthily responded with the tried and true ‘ you too’.”

  She started laughing again and so did I, but I wanted to hear her smooth responses. “What about you? What did Noah say that made your reply less than stellar?”

  “That my kiss is his treble to his bass, my touch is his fingers on the strings and my voice is the tune he finds in every song.”

  Shocked out of my skin. I am shocked my brother had it in him. “Holy fuck Cans that is good. What did you say?”

  “Aw thanks.”

  I busted up laughing knowing where she was coming from and so ready to romanticize Chad into stupidity. “We need to seriously spend the rest of the night watching every cheesy chick flick out there and come up with something that leaves them stupid.”

  “I’m ready for that, more than ready to make Noah eat my words and not just my pussy”

  “Jesus Cans really? I never needed the visual.”

  She just laughs and walks away like she didn’t just traumatize me for life with that filthy tidbit. “You just wait till I tell Noah I heard about more than his vocal skills but his oral as well.”

  Her face dropped at my joke and she began pleading with me. “Please don’t Carrie. I…”

  My heart broke for her. “Your still scared he’s gonna run.” It wasn’t a question but an honest truth. She was scared to lose him, my Cans the craziest most awesome girl I knew with confidence coming out in waves, was terrified of my brother breaking her heart.

  “Aren’t you scared of Chad breaking you? Think about its Carrie, there is only two ways this eight-day gig ends, with a label coming for them or an epic fail and we both know what one it will be. They are too talented, too pretty and too perfect when it comes to music to NOT be signed soon. We both compete with fangirls and tatterflie’s, but the big leagues like stadiums, tours platinum records and Grammy’s… I am terrified I won’t compare.”

  Once again, Candy and her truthful truth has awoken another sleeping monster in my brain.

  *

  We called it quits after the last store where Candy reminded me that we were small town and they were destined for the world over. We left the store bound and determined to watch chick flick with a pen and pad of paper to prepare to knock their socks off. Only now I wanted to plead my case, tell him why he should pick me, why I was it for him and that no other woman could ever love him more than me.

  We started with the classics like ‘Say Anything’, then next ‘Jerry McGuire’ and Candy even said she would use the ‘Ambassador of Kwan’ line used my Cuba Gooding Jr. at the end. I was in hysterics by the time we made it to the ‘Nicholas Sparks’ portion of the late night. It was five in the morning when we finally fell asleep, but my dreams were twisted with images of random beautiful women like Trisha Chad’s ex, or the girls from the first show I went too. Girls like that all over Chad all while he was on the phone telling me ‘You’re my it, my all, my everythi
ng.’ while the fangirls had a heyday with him.

  My phone alerted me to a text at nine in the morning and I grumbled that anything before ten was cruel and unusual punishment. Of course, I was hoping the text was from Chad telling me some totally over the top sweet thing. It was amazing to me that he could be so cheesy and not once come off as a sap. He was all swagger and confidence and cocky, dressed in bad boys’ skin and rock n roll clothes, spewing words of love and forever that make me swoon and not want to laugh. He was an anomaly my boyfriend and a sexy one at that.

  Looking at the message alerting me it was from an unknown sender made me extremely uncomfortable. Just like curiosity killed the cat, well I am said cat.

  Princess I will be at the trust meeting with you and your brother. I would like a moment alone with you before or after the papers are signed over. Can you call me as soon as you get this? I know a late night of movies with Candy kept you up late, but really, what’s a phone call to dear old dad gonna cost ya? I miss you Princess, more than anything.

  I threw the phone across the room and watched it shatter on the ground all while screaming.

  Just like that I was stuck between sanity and reality, and no they are two very separate things. “Kiss me princess, tell me you love me…” bile rose in my throat as I fought to keep my memories clear. I could see Candy freaking out trying to talk to me, but I was stuck in that place, its captor, and there was no getting free. “Please princess, suck me deeper like I taught you. Do that and I’ll go easy on your brother. Fight me and I’ll make it last all night for both of you.”

  This time the bile came up and out and nothing I could have done would have stopped it. His voice was in my head, the stench of whiskey strong and overwhelming me. I could feel his hips pressing against me, ripping me apart with every thrust and I wanted to scream that I was free, it was over.