“You fucking whore!”
Someone picks him up by his hair, and drags him out of my view, and the sounds of a man getting his ass kicked quickly follow. I step out of the restroom and close the door. Koi, Rhys, and Jagger are beating the shit out of him.
Kip runs to me. “You okay?”
I nod my head. He has his serious face on, which is a rarity. A few guys step into the courtyard with us and start arguing with Griffin and Cam. All of my girlfriends follow behind the two newcomers, and I realize this douche bag is their friend. Great! One of them is really large and before I know it, he punches Griffin in the face. Griffin stumbles back. Once he regains his senses, he lunges at the guy. He quickly takes him down and beats the shit out of him. The second guy pushes Cam. He’s not quite as ballsy as his friend was. Cam utters a warning to him, but before the guy can take a swing, Jessica jumps on his back like a fucking ninja and Stephanie punches him in the throat. The guy Griffin is fighting knocks his feet out from under him and stands over Griffin kicking him. I run across the courtyard, and as Kathrine pushes the guy off of Griffin, I throw a gut punch. Samantha kicks the back of his knees, bringing him to the ground, and Kathrine kicks him in the balls. Griffin lands the last punch that knocks his ass out cold. I turn around to see the guy Stephanie is fighting duck and attempt a punch. She steps out of it, lands the most incredible undercut you’ve ever seen, and knocks his ass out. She looked really hot doing it too.
I feel a push and almost lose my balance. The smaller man of the three grabs me by the throat, and I lose all sanity. I bring my knee up to his balls, and he releases my throat. I punch him in his own throat and then land the hardest punch I can to the gut. Samantha kicks his knees out from under him, and I kick him backwards where he lands. I jump on top of the little shit and punch him over and over again. His face is covered in blood.
Someone attempts to pull me off him from under my arms, and I pull free and punch the asshole some more. I feel several hands go around me, and I’m subsequently lifted off the bastard. I kick my feet trying to get free, and someone grabs those too.
I’m put down moments later, and Jag wraps his arms around me tightly. “Stop fighting me, Henley.”
“Fuck you,” I say. Okay, that wasn’t nice, and the fight leaves me.
Kip bursts out laughing. “She weighs like a buck fifteen, and it took five of you to pull her off. That is great. Can we do it again?”
Jag loosens his grip, and the scene in the courtyard unfolds in front of me. Several of my guys are bleeding, but the four guys who fought our group are lying on the ground. Two are knocked out cold, and the other two are rolling around groaning in pain. We all burst into laughter. This isn’t our first rodeo.
A big burly middle-aged man steps into the courtyard. “All of you out! Now!”
Koi steps in his face. “Fuck you! That motherfucker was pushing my sister into a bathroom trying to rape her. We pulled him off her only after she kicked him in the balls. These other three motherfuckers started with my friends. They threw the first punches. You want us out… fine!”
Koi steps towards the bar when burly man stopped him. “Dude. I didn’t know. I will have them thrown out. You’re Koi Hendrix, right?”
“Yes, I’m Koi fucking Hendrix, but that doesn’t have a goddamn thing to do with this. Did you not hear me? He was pushing her into a bathroom. Why don’t you have security back here? This is a breeding ground for motherfuckers like this to hurt women.”
“Mr. Hendrix, I apologize for this. I will have security here from now on. Are you injured Ms. Hendrix?” he asks. I give a shake of my head. “I will call the authorities. Please enjoy the rest of your night on the house.”
The cops show up, and we all give our statements. The four men are arrested, and I know this will more than likely hit the media. Stephanie cleans up Rhys’ cuts while Kathrine cleans up Cam’s, and both of the men look like they might be in love, or lust, whichever. Kip is attempting to persuade Jagger to punch him so I will clean up his wounds. When the cops leave, we take the burly man up on his offer. We drink like fish.
Kip takes over the next toast. “May women with stubble, at least have big bubbles!”
We dance the night away without any further harassment. I notice Cam is cozying up to Kathrine, and Rhys is following Stephanie around like a lost puppy dog. It makes me smile. Cam had his heart broken six years ago by his high school sweetheart, and I haven’t seen him date anyone since. I don’t know why I never thought to put those two together. Cam is perfect for Kathrine. Both are incredibly artistic, quiet, and huge Saints fans. Stephanie is a gorgeous, take no prisoners tattoo artist, and Rhys is covered in more tattoos than anyone I know. Both of them love to draw, and Rhys loves a woman who won’t put up with his shit.
“I can see the wheels turning baby. Are you planning their weddings yet?” Jagger asks as we dance.
“Not quite, but I probably should. I can’t figure out why I didn’t set those couples up sooner. Do you think they would be opposed to a double wedding?” I ask.
“Because you have been really busy being a rock goddess and making the world fall in love with you,” he says. “Speaking of, have I told you how beautiful you are tonight, or how much I love you?”
“No. You haven’t,” I smile.
“You, my love, are the most beautiful woman on earth. You look good enough to eat tonight, and I love you so much.”
“I love you too baby. You also look good enough to eat. Have I ever told you what it does to me when you wear a suit?”
“No, but you should.”
“Do you remember when Clay and Becca married in February?”
“Yeah, I do. It took me an hour to work up the nerve to ask you to dance at the reception,” he confesses.
“You wore a pinstriped suit with a baby blue tie that matched your beautiful eyes. Stephanie and I sat at our table discussing the naughty things we would do to you if ever given the chance. I was so worked up by the time you asked me to dance. I wanted to take every piece of clothing off of you, except for that blue tie,” I spill.
“What sort of naughty things? What does the tie have to do with that?”
“Control. I can lead you around by the tie and direct you when needed,” I say.
“Continue. I like dominant Henley.” He beams down at me with those crystal blue eyes and a panty-dropping smile.
Quick, check to make sure my panties aren’t around my feet.
Before I can continue, the bar announces last call. We settle tabs and management apologizes for the earlier events once again. The group takes our loud, drunk, obnoxious selves back to The W. I jump on Jag’s back, and he carries me into the lobby.
As we enter the elevator, I whisper in his ear, “Please tell me you don’t have whiskey dick.”
The car is crowded with our friends, but he barks an order. “Out! Everybody get the fuck out right now!”
They all groan and exit the car. As soon as the door closes, he jacks me against the wall and runs his hands up my dress. He kisses me so hard, my lips hurt. I’m too drunk to care though. He grinds into me, and when the elevator pings to signal we have reached our destination, he grabs me by the hips as I wrap my legs tightly around him. We fumble to his room with his mouth never leaving mine. He somehow manages to pull the key card out and open the door. He shoves it open so forcefully, it loudly hits the wall behind it. He carries me through the threshold and uses his foot to slam the door shut. We go through the living room and into his room. He slams the door closed with his foot again, and my back is against it in a nanosecond. He reaches under my dress, pulls my panties down, and then rips them off, leaving them hanging on one leg by a thread. I hear him dig a foil out of his pants, and then the beautiful sound of his zipper making its way down fills the air. His mouth never leaves mine, and he thrusts into me without notice and proceeds to fuck me hard. I moan into his mouth, and he growls back. Let me note here, Jagger Carlyle defi
nitely does not have whiskey dick.
My arms hold on to his neck, and he pounds into me, the door bouncing against the frame each time he thrusts.
“Henley, you feel so good.”
I moan against his whisper. He stops kissing me and looks into my eyes as he continues to fuck me, and I look back into his. He grunts through his pleasure, and I feel like I’m queen of the entire fucking world in this moment. He puts his hands on my back and lifts me from the door. We fall onto the bed, but he pulls out. No, no, no, put it back!
“Over,” he demands.
Yes sir! I flip over, he grabs me by the hips, and pulls my ass into the air. He thrusts into me again, and fucks me doggy style. He fucks me like it’s his job. He continues to pound into me mercilessly. He can’t get enough, and neither can I. I moan his name, and he says some really naughty things in my ear. He says I’m a bad girl. I guess I will have to be bad more often. He reaches down and grabs a hand full of hair, which brings my upper body up just enough for him to hit that spot. Oh, he knows what he is doing.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” he growls.
That did it. I erupt around him, and I’m pretty sure I scream. When I come down from my blissful high, he is still pounding into me. I reach between my legs and cup his balls. It does the trick. His dick jumps, and then he calls out my name. Well, more like screams, but hey who’s pointing out the difference?
He pulls out of me, and I collapse facedown into the bed, still fully clothed. Who needs to take their clothes off for sex? We don’t have time for that shit.
***
I must have dozed off not long after my face hit the bed. I feel Jagger moving my body.
“Come on baby, we have to get you out of these clothes.” I just groan. I’m fine in my clothes. I’m drunk and have just been fucked senseless.
“Come on baby, help me out here.”
I open my eyes, and he smiles when I do. “You are kinda grumpy when you’re sleepy,” he says.
“I’ve never claimed to be a morning person,” I say.
I lift my hands up so he can take my dress off. He removes my shoes, and the torn underwear from my leg, and he dresses me in panties and cute little boxers. He takes my bra off and throws a Broken Access t-shirt over my head.
“You really need to try to eat before you sleep again. We also need to get some water and Advil in you. Come on, I have some food on the balcony.”
I follow him to the balcony in a drunken, sleepy daze. He hands me a glass of water when I sit and opens the plate of food for me. Eggs, bacon, waffles, and fruit stare back at me, and I devour them. I try not to sleep on an empty, alcohol-filled belly, and I’m thankful he knows me so well. He hands me Advil and another glass of water when I clean my plate. Jag climbs behind me on the lounger, and I lie back on his chest. We smoke several cigarettes in silence.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks with sadness in his voice.
“No Jagger, you didn’t hurt me. I don’t break easily.”
“You sure?”
“Jagger that is the hottest sex I have ever had in my life, and we were both fully clothed. I’m very sure.”
The balcony door opens and Jessica emerges. The woman can smell bacon from a mile away.
“You ate it all?” she asks.
“Yeah, but I will order you more. What else do you want?” Jagger asks.
I love when he takes care of my friends. He always has, even before we dated.
“I want eggs, bacon, waffles, French toast, fruit, mimosa, water, coffee, and ham if they have it,” she says wiping her sleepy eyes.
“Jesus Christ, where do you put it all?” Jagger asks.
“I’m a black girl. My gorgeous ass, of course!” she exclaims, and we chuckle.
The room service arrives about twenty minutes after Jagger ordered it. The three of us haven’t spoken much. Jag and I smoke and enjoyed the night air. Jagger did say it is five in the morning, so I must’ve fallen asleep for a couple of hours before he woke me. We arrived at the hotel around two, so we apparently went at it for damn near an hour.
Jessica pushes her food away when she is done, and Samantha joins us on the balcony.
“Food,” she grumbles. Jagger picks up the phone and orders more room service.
“Let me explain something to you two. I’m gay, and I do not want to hear hot and steamy heterosexual sounds coming from that room for the remainder of my stay,” Samantha says, scrunching her nose in disgust.
“She’s just mad because she got all hot and bothered, and I wouldn’t have sex with her. I rather enjoyed hearing it. I mean I kept thinking, ‘How much longer can he possibly go?’ but you just kept fucking and fucking. Then I got jealous. I’ve never been fucked like that, and it depresses me. Woe is me, and my vagina,” Jessica says.
“Thank you, I think,” Jag says.
“Oh, it is a compliment buddy. I just want to bottle up some that stamina and pour it down the throats of all the men I knock boots with from here on out,” she laughs.
“What is your deal with heterosexual lovin’, Sam?” Jagger asks. Uh oh. I know where this conversation is going.
“There are two heterosexuals who once did that nasty deed, and I was the result of the encounter. I’m perfectly okay with that particular instance of straight sex. It produced me. However, there is never any need for it to happen again,” Samantha deadpans.
“If straight people quit having sex, there would be no hot women for you,” he points out.
“Very valid point. And it is so incredibly insightful, that I have changed the error of my ways. I’m okay with any straight sex that produces hot ass women.”
“If all straight sex produces hot women, then there are no boys to make more hot women,” Jagger continues.
“Damn you Jagger Carlyle, and your room service, and your reason! I feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore,” she says. “Will you hold me Jessica?” She feigns a cry.
Jessica holds up her fork. “Bitch, you are a damn fine woman, but you can’t do anything for my girly parts. I like to put things in it.”
“I have a massive strap on.”
Jessica thinks for a beat. “Define massive.”
“I’m going to bed. You two enjoy the food,” I say.
Chapter 16
The rest of the stay in New Orleans is entertaining and lively. All twelve of us have a spa day the following morning to nurse our hangovers. Jagger and I stay in that evening and watch movies. The rest of the days are filled with shopping and food. Broken Access has several interviews in the city. The fight at the bar is all over the media, so Samantha and Jessica spend some time cleaning that up. The guy who started the altercation is charged with attempted rape, assault and battery, and violation of probation. He has already served jail time for rape in years prior. That piece of knowledge makes me realize how lucky I am. His buddies are charged with accessory in addition to assault and battery.
The manager from Maison Bourbon issued a statement to the public citing the four men began the altercation as a result of the man assaulting me. The media spun all the guys from the two bands as the knights of rock-n-roll who saved a damsel in distress, and it did nothing for Jagger’s reputation. Women across the globe shared just how turned on they were by the rockers fighting in a bar. The fact that they came to a damsel in distress’s aid only made it worse. Kip and Rhys are thoroughly enjoying the attention.
Cam and Kathrine spend a great deal of time together. He is so attentive to her and treats her well. When the girls say goodbye on Saturday night in New Orleans, they both look equally sad. I catch Koi looking at Jessica several times and find she is oblivious to it, which is unlike her. He continually places himself directly by her every moment he can. Griffin is spending time with Meghan, and I have a feeling those two saw some action. Rhys is still following Stephanie around like a lost puppy dog, and it’s really cute. Rhys is the epitome of a rock star. He can have any dam
n woman he wants, and he exercises that right frequently. It’s quite entertaining to see him chasing after Stephanie, and my bitch doesn’t pull punches. She gives it to you straight up. Kip attempts to talk Samantha into trying a man for a change. That doesn’t end well for him if the permanent marker penis on his face is any indication. Rhys and Griffin are still meeting me in Memphis on the 9th, and it will be here before I know it.
Saturday night after the show, we board the bus and head to Little Rock, Arkansas. Jagger and I eat on the bus and then crash in his bunk. He brings his iPod with us, and we play different songs that remind us of our childhood. I really like that being with him is so easy.
“Will you listen to something for me?”
“Sure. What is it?” I ask.
“It’s a song I wrote about you. It’s on our last album. I think the guys knew it was about you, but it’s never been announced.”
I get all teary-eyed, and I wish I could tell him how many of the songs I wrote are about him. I don’t want to seem obsessed though, so I don’t tell him. How long have I really been in love with this man? Maybe since we were kids?
“Hey, why the crocodile tears?” He wipes one that spills over.
“You are just so perfect. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I say, and he kisses me softly.
“No, you are perfect. I thank my lucky stars every day that you are in my life. You have no idea how good it feels to be able to tell you I love you,” he says.
“I’m far from perfect. I was a broken mess for a long time. That is hardly perfect.”
“Do you know that I was intimidated by you for so long? I still am sometimes. It takes balls to step away from your grandfather’s shadow and break out on your own without his help. I know he respected you for it. Hell, the entire world did. It takes strength to throw yourself out there and make it on your own. Then you had even bigger balls when you named the band Abandoned Shadow. That shit isn’t lost on anybody. You abandoned the shadow you and Koi lived under for so long and said ‘Fuck it, I’m doing this my way.’ When you were criticized for some of your lyrics because some found you too abrasive or unladylike, you found a shorter dress, higher heels, and said ‘fuck’ as many times as you wanted to. You never apologized for being you, and that is so incredibly sexy. When other musicians find out I grew up with you, they have this idea of you in their head. They ask a million questions about what you’re really like. They want to know if you are as amazing as the stories are. Prior to Caleb, I told them how amazing you are. You truly are the most amazing human being I have ever met. After Caleb, I told them the same damn thing, but I added how you are just a human being like the rest of us. You hurt, cry, bleed, laugh, get angry, and most of all you love. You aren’t broken baby. You are being human.”
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