Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  I reach into his boxers, playing with the waistband, and it unleashes a moan from deep in his throat. I push the fabric down with my hands and place my feet between his legs and finish pushing them down the rest of the way. He jerks my panties down and kneels down while I step out of them. He licks his way up my thigh until he reaches the end, where he dives his face in between my legs, and licks for a few moments, long enough to make my knees weak, before he continues kissing up my stomach, then my chest, my neck, and finally my lips. He pulls me into his body tightly, his erection pushing against my stomach, picks me up and pulls my legs around him. He sits on the edge of the bed, where he slowly enters me.

  A moan tears from my throat, so he takes advantage of my shoulder, trailing slow kisses up and down my shoulder onto my chest. I grind on him, moving my hips so I can move all the way up and down his long shaft. He throws his head back in ecstasy, and I lean down to kiss him. Our tongues lap around each other, taking our sweet time. He grips my hips with his large hands and follows their motion. He pulls me off of him, flips me over, spreads my legs, and licks up and down my clit. His strokes are so slow, I could never come from them, but it feels so damn good. He isn’t trying to make me come though. I know Ian, and by the time he is done with me, he will have worshipped every inch of my body.

  He crawls up my body, licking a path back to my lips, where his tongue dives in so I can taste myself on him. He enters my body again and pushes his hand under my ass where he can fill me as deeply as my body will allow. He groans when he bottoms out, and assaults my insides, filling me over and over again. I teeter over the edge of euphoria, and it continues to build slowly as he holds me in his arms. I break our kiss to arch my back and let go.

  “That’s it, beautiful, let it go,” he whispers in my ear.

  I moan through my release, which he extends with his slow assault. He calls out my name, erupts inside of me, and then collapses on top of me. I’m left in a pile of useless flesh. This man should have sex for a living. When I come back down to earth, I run my hands up and down his toned back.

  He sighs into my neck, “I could stay inside of you forever.”

  I laugh, “It would be really difficult to be mobile like this.”

  “We’re rich. We can hire people to do all necessary shit for us. You and I can just be each other’s sex slaves.”

  “Ambitious aren’t you?”

  “In everything, even you,” he chuckles.

  He pulls out of me, removes the condom, and tucks me into his chest, “Sleep, beautiful.”

  I find sleep and sleep well for the first time in weeks.

  Chapter 18

  Henley

  “Holy fuck! Oh my God, I was looking for Rhys!” I hear Kathrine yell, and then something hits the door.

  Why is she yelling?

  Movement next to me brings me to the here and now, and the late night festivities with Ian flood back. I smile, but refuse to open my eyes.

  “Are you still standing there?” I ask Kathrine.

  “Yes! Holy shit! Good for you, Hen!”

  Ian and I both chuckle in response.

  “What the fuck are you going on about?” I hear Jessica. “Oh. Ohhhh! Damn, woman, tell me how big his dick is.”

  “Whose dick?” Meghan says. “Oh. Ohhhh! Yes, please tell us. Can I peek under the covers?”

  “Sure, come on, girl.” Ian says with his sleepy voice. Neither of us has moved since half the wedding party walked in. My eyes are still closed.

  “Don’t fuck with my emotions,” Meghan orders.

  “I would never!” Ian says sheepishly.

  “You didn’t lock the door last night,” I inform.

  “I see,” he says.

  “What the fuck is going on in here?” Stephanie asks. “God damn, I am so jealous right now. Tell me his cock is huge.”

  “It’s huge,” Ian says.

  “Can I see it?” Stephanie asks.

  “Back off, bitch, he said I could see it first,” Meghan orders.

  “I’m getting married today! I can’t see another man’s cock!” Kathrine exclaims.

  “Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya’,” Meghan says.

  I peek my eyes open, and the four of them are staring at us like a train wreck. You know, you just can’t look away.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mumble.

  “Seriously, are you going to show it to us?” Jessica asks.

  “Either show them your dick, or tell them you’ll catch them later,”

  He rolls over, so I gaze over my shoulder. You can see his morning wood sticking up through the sheet.

  “This close enough, ladies?” he asks.

  I burst into laughter. The man has no shame.

  “And that’s just under the sheet,” Meghan whispers.

  “I can only imagine,” Jessica adds.

  “Mmmmm,” Stephanie drools.

  “Out!” I say.

  “Fuck you!” Meghan says.

  “Yeah, we aren’t going anywhere. Lover boy said he was showing wang, I am staying until I see it,” Jessica advises.

  “I will tell your mom what you did with Jeremy Smith behind the bleachers in high school if you don’t leave,” I threaten.

  “You bitch. You wouldn’t really, would you?”

  “Meghan, I will tell your mom about the threesome you had in college if you don’t get out. Kathrine, I’m telling Cam you are staring at Ian’s morning wood right before you marry him. And Stephanie, I am telling Rhys you want to have his children.”

  “That’s a total lie, at least their shit is true,” Stephanie says.

  “I can’t think of anything to tell your mother that would actually surprise her, so I will lie to Rhys about something that would run him off.”

  “You are such a party pooper,” Meghan accuses.

  “She wasn’t last night, she was all ‘Ian, right there, oh God, yes, lick here….”

  “Out!” I order again, and luckily they listen this time, because those would be three awkward conversations with their mothers and Rhys.

  ***

  Henley

  I sit for hair and makeup right before Kathrine and anticipate the wedding. I am so happy for Kathrine and Cam. My parents and grandparents are around here somewhere, and I am looking forward to spending time with them. I’ve been in the studio so much; I haven’t seen much of my father. He is spending a great deal of time with Memphis, and I try to stay out of the way so they can build a bond.

  “Well aren’t you just glowing!” Kip says from behind me at the makeup counter.

  “You would know,” I accuse.

  “Why, whatsoever do you speak of, my dear?” he asks.

  “I heard a little bird called a friend of mine for backup.”

  “From the looks of you, I might call him next time I am in a pinch myself.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  Kip kneels down in front of me, “You can have fun too, Hen. You deserve to have fun.”

  “You’re pretty damn handsome in that monkey suit, very debonair.”

  “He tried to pull me in a bathroom last night before I saw Ian.”

  “Why does that not surprise me?”

  “I said no. I don’t want to do this with Jag anymore.”

  “Good for you, babe,” he smiles. “Today, you enjoy the festivities. You have friends and family who adore you and have your back. You don’t have to be sad today. Let’s be happy for our friends, and party like is 1999.”

  “That sounds like a plan.”

  He kisses my head, and gushes over the other girls in the room, before he leaves.

  ***

  Henley

  I take my place as the music plays, and when the wedding planner signals, I walk down the aisle. There are five hundred people on the terrace, so I look straight ahead and fight my nerves. I keep my eyes on Cam, who gleams with joy in anticipation of seeing Kathrine.
I take my place on the steps and turn to watch my friends walk down the aisle. Jagger is standing beside Cam and is staring a black hole in my head. I wish he would stop, five hundred people are watching, and his plaything is one of them. Jessica and Koi walk down, followed by Stephanie and Rhys, Meghan and Griffin, and Samantha and Kip. The wedding march begins and Kathrine and her father walk between the French doors. The guests stand, and I smile as I see how gorgeous my friend is on her special day. Her poor dad looks like he is barely keeping it together.

  She finally arrives to the front, where her dad kisses her temple, and places her hand in Cam’s. The ceremony is beautiful, and their personal vows bring me to tears. As I wipe my tears, I turn my head, and I catch Ian’s eyes. He lays his hand over his chest and smiles at me. I smile back, and turn my attention back to Kathrine, where I make eye contact with Jagger. He glares daggers at me, and I know he saw Ian and I. Poor him.

  The minister pronounces Cam and Kathrine husband and wife, and he dips her to kiss her rock star style, and the guests and wedding party cheer him on. He introduces the couple, and they walk down the aisle. Jagger and I meet in the middle of the steps, I place my arm through his, and we follow the new couple.

  “You fucking him?” he asks with a fake smile plastered on his face for the guests.

  I don’t answer, but I catch Ian’s eyes as we walk down, and smile ridiculously big at him.

  “One day you and I will do this. All the shit that’s going on right now will seem like a lifetime ago. One day you will be my wife, mark my words, baby,” he says.

  We enter the estate house, and I quickly let go of Jagger to hug my friends. We are surrounded by the rest of the wedding party in no time and make our way to the bar inside.

  “To Mr. and Mrs. Camden Sullivan,” I say, and we all throw back shots.

  The wedding party is introduced, dinner is served, and speeches are given. During the first dance, Ian sneaks up to my side, as I watch my friends dance.

  “You look edible,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Promises, promises,” I say.

  “Why Ms. Hendrix, are you throwing down the gauntlet?” his voice full of devilry.

  “And if I am?” I play.

  “Then don’t ask questions later, beautiful.”

  “Later?” I ask intrigued.

  “Later, Henley,” and he grabs my ass.

  The guests are invited to dance with the bride and groom, and Ian grabs my hand to lead me to the dance floor. We dance close to a slow number and bask in the simplicity we enjoy when together. A simplicity neither of us are afforded by the people who own our hearts. Ian has been in a relationship with an actress for years. Anytime he talks about taking their relationship to the next level, she freaks and their relationship ends for a time. They’re always drawn back to each other, just like Jagger and I. The time apart and the unknown causes Ian to question her motives, but he always allows her to crawl back after she’s had her fun with the party boys of Hollywood. I know his pain. We’ve always been kindred spirit.

  Ian and I dance with my friends and family, and during the next slow song, Ian pulls me close again. He smells like ginger, sandalwood, and woody. He is wearing a grey suit, with a baby blue tie, and he looks just divine.

  “May I cut in,” my father asks.

  Ian smiles his best dad smile, “By all means, Mr. Hendrix.”

  “You’re gorgeous,” dad says as we fall into step with one another.

  “You look damn hot yourself. The apple must not have fallen far from the tree.”

  He laughs. “So, Ian?”

  “Ian and I are just friends, dad.”

  “Is that what you kids call a booty call these days?”

  “Jesus Christ dad, I am not having a booty call conversation with you!”

  He chuckles, “I would just like to say, if he is your booty call, I think you made a good choice. He’s a great guy, and I’ve always liked him.”

  “Thanks for your blessing to have a booty call with Ian. I can’t believe we are having this conversation.”

  “He’s here with another woman, Hen. Don’t let him make you miserable. Enjoy Ian, or whoever tickles your fancy.”

  “Can we not talk about tickling my fancy? Geez!”

  Dad chuckles again, and as the song ends, he kisses my temple, and Ian is there to take his place.

  “Take care of my girl, Summers.”

  “Yes sir, I always do,” he smiles so sweetly.

  That man is so full of naughtiness; I know that smile is only for my father’s benefit.

  “Jesus Christ!” I whisper.

  “What?”

  “Well, my dad asked about you and me, asked if we were a booty call, and essentially gave his blessing for you to be my booty call. Can you say awkward?”

  He lets out a deep laugh, “Your dad is the coolest hippie I’ve ever met. Free love and shit.”

  “So I have your father’s permission to pick up the gauntlet?” he asks.

  “It would appear so.”

  “Well then…”

  Before he can finish his sentence, he throws me over his shoulder in front of five hundred people and marches towards the estate house. The crowd cheers, and whistles. This man does not have a bashful bone in his body. He carries me to his room like a damn caveman, throws me on the bed, locks the door, and pounces on me like a beast of prey. He kisses my lips hard and pushes his hands up the outside of my thighs until my dress is above my ass. He pulls my panties down and buries his face in between my legs.

  “Oh, God,” I let out.

  “No, it’s Ian,” he blurts out and continues his attack on me.

  I laugh, but it dies almost as soon as it began, because dear lord baby Jesus, this man picked up the gauntlet, and he is not fucking around. His licks alternate between soft and hard, and somewhere along the way he inserts two fingers, and fiddles inside me. I dig my heels into his shoulders as my body yields to him. I push my hands through his dark hair and pull.

  “Oh shit!” I yell as the tingles begin in my toes, and it slowly rises up my legs to my pussy, and from there the explosion drives a chain reaction through every cell in my body.

  I let go of his hair and hear him chuckle.

  “I love when you come,” he says as he pulls my panties up my legs, stands me up, and pulls my dress down.

  He kisses me because he knows I am still reeling from the orgasm he just gave me.

  “We have a wedding to get to,” he says.

  “Just like that? You do that to me, and then you’re all like, ‘let’s go drink and dance, and act like five hundred people aren’t aware of what we were just doing.”

  “Doll, I assure you, they know exactly what we’re doing,” he answers.

  I growl in frustration at him. I just need a few minutes to collect myself.

  “Come on, I am not done with you yet. We will drink, dance, and enjoy this beautiful union, and I will smell my hand all night or lick my lips. When I can’t take it anymore, I am bringing you back up here, and having my way with you again.”

  I think my knees got a little weak, but who’s looking, right?

  So, we dance and drink and I ignore the knowing smiles I receive all night. Ian gets a kick out of those smiles because he feels like the fucking man. Ah, men! By the end of the evening he carries me back to the room caveman style and fucks me seven ways to Sunday.

  Chapter 19

  Henley

  Ian obnoxiously feeds me fruit at breakfast for all the remaining framily to see because that’s who Ian is. When he said he had my back, he wasn’t joking. He is an actor for a reason; he puts on a damn good show, in and out of the bedroom. My dad talked him into to coming fishing when he is on set in Georgia, and as much as my father still loves Jagger, I think he’s planning to marry me off to Ian.

  I return to the studio after the wedding. Mom goes home after the wedding, and dad remains in California to spend more t
ime with Memphis. Monday in the studio brings me face-to-face with a dickish Kai. I’ve never seen him behave this way before, so I hope that by tomorrow he works out whatever is going on in his life. At lunch, a flower delivery arrives for me, and my smile takes over my entire face. I pull the card from the vase of lilies.

  The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.

  – Audrey Hepburn

  I am staying in L.A. for a few more days, and can’t think of anyone else I would rather spend those days with. Pick you up at seven?

  -Ian

  Okay, I will admit, I got a little giddy, and read the card twenty times, because it was perfect. It’s good to smile again, and to have something to look forward to. After Kathrine’s wedding, I was a little worried I wouldn’t have much to look forward to, to keep my sanity under wraps. I’ve found my mind doesn’t slip to thoughts of Jagger as often as they used to. Ian’s done a really good job of making sure of that, but Jagger still has a hold on my heart, and I can’t seem to shake him. I wish I could fall in love with someone like Ian. He’s intelligent, funny, loyal, honest, sexy, talented, and has one of the biggest hearts. I wish I still looked at Jagger like that. I wish he could be who I need him to be.

  Me: Thank you for my flowers, they are beautiful.

  Ian: Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.

  Me: Always so charming

  Ian: with you

  Me: You could charm the pants off a nun.

  Ian: The theory should definitely be tested, in the name of entertainment and all.

  Me: I would love to watch that.

  Ian: You texting to stand me up?

  Me: Never

  Ian: Good. Dinner and music tonight?