River James (Rockers Of Steel #3)

by Mj Fields

  I have a killer buzz and am completely exhausted, so I excuse myself and start to go to his room, but he catches my hips from behind.

  “We need to take a ride.”

  “What? To where?”

  He turns me around and kisses me with a quick peck, “Your place to pack some bags.” Then he kisses me with something more urgent.

  “We’ve been drinking,” I remind him.

  “Billy hasn’t, and he’s gonna drive.”

  “I can go in the morning before—”

  “No. Nope. Fuck that. Miguel got to you there, and that’s not gonna fucking happen again.” His thumb rubs over my cheek. “Not while I’m here and certainly not while I’m gone.” He reaches behind me and squeezes my ass. “You feel me?”

  I nod, that stupid drunk girl grin making another appearance. “Okay.”

  “That’s right it’s okay,” he says, narrowing his eyes. “Because I’m just a drummer.”

  “You’re a good man.” I nod to him.

  He closes his eyes, shakes his head, and looks up. “No. No, I’m not.”

  “Right. You’re awful, you’re a horrible lay, and you can’t kiss for beans.” I tick off my fingers.

  His eyes fly open. He looks pissed then starts laughing a deep, dark laugh, taking my hand. “Billy, let’s roll.”

  “Now?”

  “Hell, yes. I have something that’s gonna need my attention as soon as the packing is done.”

  “Practice?” Billy asks hopefully.

  I can’t help giggling when River tugs my hand sharply.

  “No need to practice what’s already fucking perfect.”

  Outside at the car, River gets in the back seat.

  “What do I look like, a chauffeur?” Billy grins.

  “Just turn up the tunes and drive, man. It’s my motherfucking birthday,” River jokes.

  I laugh until his eyes turn to me.

  “You should not be laughing, young lady. I am gonna put a hurt on your pussy, making it impossible for you to walk without thinking I’m still all up in there while I’m gone. Hell, I might even fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to stay away when I come back for you. And, Keanna, I don’t make idle threats or promises I can’t keep. Fuck, I don’t make promises at all, but I just did, so make no mistake, I’m fucking you tonight … my way.”

  I have no words. All I can do is form an O with my mouth.

  He laughs as he sits back and leans his head against the headrest.

  *****

  We walk out of the apartment to find Aaron, the manager, standing there.

  He hands me an envelope. “A bill … from my doctor.”

  River drops the two bags in his hands and grabs the envelope before I can, crinkling it up and pushing it toward him. “Open your fucking mouth.”

  “Aw, for fuck’s sake,” Billy grumbles, dropping the bags he is carrying.

  “I said, open your motherfucking mouth!”

  “Let’s go!” Billy hands River the bags he dropped.

  “You’re lucky it’s not me and you alone in a fucking alley,” River sneers. “Consider this notice: she won’t be back.”

  “What about her stuff, the keys?” Aaron calls after us as we walk away.

  “It will be taken care of,” Billy answers.

  “You have ten days,” he calls out.

  “Okay, Aaron,” I finally say. “Okay.”

  “Don’t you ever cower,” River orders as he wraps his arm around me after hefting two bags into the trunk. “Confidence is so fucking sexy on you. Keeps the bad guys away.”

  “I’m strong,” I defend myself. “But you make me feel —”

  He stops and spins me around to face him. “I make you feel like what?”

  When I don’t answer, because I know better than to allow that feeling to seep in, he shakes me.

  “I make you feel like fucking what, Keanna?!”

  His behavior is irrational, and I am tipsy, so I step back too fast and trip.

  Billy catches me. “Easy, River.”

  “Get your fucking hands off her,” he snarls at him, then turns to me. “I make you feel like what?!”

  Billy grabs my arm and pushes me gently toward the vehicle. He opens the passenger side door and orders, “Get in.”

  I do, watching as River walks around in circles, sputtering. I can’t hear what he is saying, but I see Billy grab his collar and shake him. Then River grabs his.

  I feel overwhelmed and drunk, and I am so mad at myself. I feel tears fill my eyes, and I will them away. At least, I think I do. I cover my face when the back hatch gets opened and the lights in the vehicle come on.

  “You don’t need to step in between anything I ever have going on. You understand, Billy?!”

  “You don’t need to fuck up something that could be a damn good thing in your life, River.”

  “Good things don’t happen to bad boys,” he retorts.

  As the door shuts, the teardrops fall.

  How the hell did I let all this happen?

  I focus on the beat I’m playing on the leather seat. I am pissed. I want to know what exactly it is I make her feel like, but Billy had to butt in.

  I stare out the window, avoiding looking at her. I can’t anymore, anyway. Her face is covered and shoulders slumped forward. Why? What the hell happened?

  Not a word is said the entire way back to the house. When we pull in, Billy hops out and grabs a couple bags.

  When Keanna gets out, she tells him that she’ll get them, whispering that she is going to put them in her car.

  I am amped up, drunk, and slightly stoned, so I grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her inside with Billy telling me what an asshole I am the entire time.

  She doesn’t say shit; she doesn’t try to escape.

  Once inside, I set her on her feet and brace for her to blow up at me.

  She doesn’t. She simply walks past me, taking bear-dog’s leash off the coat rack and attaching it to her collar before taking her out through the dining area patio door.

  “You gonna make that right?” Billy snaps at me.

  I ignore him, grabbing her bags from his hand and walking them into my room. Then I go outside and grab the rest of her shit that Billy doesn’t already have in his hands and shove it in my room before snatching the ones he carries in and throwing them in my room, too.

  “You think you can handle yourself?” he snaps.

  “I got hot and ready pussy. The only one who will be handling themselves is you!”

  “Nice, River.” He shakes his head and walks toward his room.

  When the door opens and she and Tink walk in, she scowls at me as she calls out, “Thank you, Billy.”

  “Anytime, Keanna, anytime.” He closes his bedroom door.

  I walk over and unleash Tink. She takes the leash and hangs it up, not saying shit to me as she walks right by, opens the bedroom door, and snaps her fingers.

  Tink walks in, and she shuts my bedroom door behind her. Then I hear a click.

  “Aw, fuck no. Fuck. No.”

  I walk over and try the door. Yep, it’s locked. I bang on it a few times, but she doesn’t open it. I bang harder, and then I hear her unlock the door. She opens it just a crack and looks up at me.

  “Two words; that’s all I want from you right now,” she snaps with a very pissed off expression on her face.

  “Get. Naked,” I smart back with a level of pissed off that matches hers.

  “Try again.” Ooo, she is full of anger.

  “I’m gonna fu—”

  “Two words, River James. Two. And you better make them count.” She is talking to me like I’m a fucking child.

  “You better think about—” I stop when the door shuts in my face, and I hear the click of the lock again. “You better fucking think about this, Keanna!” I kick the door. “I could fucking break this door down.”

  “But you won’t!” she yells back.

  “Tell me not to,” I dare.

>   “You won’t,” she says more quietly.

  I turn around and nudge it with my back. I want to kick it in, punch it in. I want in my fucking room!

  I slide down the door and sit on my ass against it. I want to, but I won’t, because a light bulb goes off in my head.

  “I’m fucking sorry!”

  The door opens, and I fall back, flat on the ground.

  “That was three, but it’ll work.”

  I sit up. “You fucking kidding me?”

  She gives me a look that says she isn’t. Then she turns and climbs up in the bed. She rolls to her side, her back toward me.

  I shut the door, and yes, I fucking lock it. Then I strip naked, walk around the bed, open the nightstand, and grab the can.

  She looks up at me and sighs as she sits up. “Please, just don’t. Just don’t tonight. You’ll be gone for a week and tonight …” She stops, shrugs her shoulders, and looks up at me. “Just don’t.”

  “Then you tell me what I make you feel,” I snap.

  She closes her eyes, lifts her chin up, and whispers, “You make me feel weak.”

  I don’t know what to say. If I say what I’m thinking, I am bound to get booted out of my own damn bedroom again by a woman who’s usually confident. Then there is the way she carries herself, the way she loves that damn bear-dog, and the way she has been a friend to me, not because I’m River James the drummer, but because, for some fucked up reason, she likes me.

  I set the can down and sit next to her on the bed.

  Her posture is unchanged and exuding a false confidence that I still find sexy.

  “If I tell you it sickens me to hear that because there is nothing, and I mean nothing, I find sexier than a confident, strong woman, I will hurt you and push you away. If I tell you that, for some reason, that makes me astoundingly happy, I’m an asshole because it gives me the fucked up feeling that you actually trust me. But fuck it; I feel both,” I tell her, looking down.

  “It sickens me,” she admits, a small smile crossing her lips briefly. “I was never gonna allow that to happen again.”

  In that sad smile, I see more than I deserve to see, more than I can handle seeing. I need to make it go the fuck away. I look at the clock. Eleven ten p.m.

  “It’s still my birthday. Either I get high on weed, or I get high on you.” I’m hoping for the latter, so I immediately take her face in my hands and kiss her hard.

  “This is a bad idea,” she says on a whimper when I finally pull back, giving her less than half a second to either say fuck off and die or allow it to happen.

  “It may be a bad idea, but it’s gonna be one hell of a good time,” I say before lifting the shirt.

  She lifts up her arms, and I pull it off. Immediately, my mouth covers her dark brown nipples, sucking, pulling, tugging with my teeth. Her back arches, pushing against me, her hands gripping the back of my head and pulling me in even closer. I push her back so she is lying on the bed, then pull the sweats off, exposing her bare pussy.

  I fuck my way, and right now, I need it. She does, too.

  Once I pull her back up and onto my lap, she wraps her legs around me as I reach between us and drag my cock slowly up and down her wet pussy, coating it with her need. Then she inches closer, and I push forward inside her hot, little cunt that hugs me tight.

  “Fuck … yes,” I hiss, right before ramming it fully inside her.

  I lean back, wanting to see her when she is still breathless and full of my cock. Then I lean forward and lick my lips before pulling her nipple into my mouth while pinching the other between my fingers and thrusting in and out of her pussy.

  My mouth can’t get enough; my fingers can’t, either, and my cock is aching to go off, but that’s not the way I roll. Therefore, I flip her on her back, still fully inside her, and pull her to the edge of the bed where I step off it as I raise one leg up to my shoulder.

  “I love the way your cunt looks around my cock,” I grunt as I push in her hard. “Black.” I trace her outer lips with my finger, then suck the juices off. “Pink.” I trace my finger around her inner lips and hood, then push my finger in her mouth, hooking it as she sucks fiercely on it. “White,” I groan as I thrust in and out over and over as hard and deep as I can possibly go. “Fucking art,” I moan out as I continue fucking her hard and fast, listening to her pleasure-filled cries and watching my dick move in and out of the pussy I batter, keeping a promise to a girl and to myself that she is going to feel me. All. Week. Long.

  I pull out fully, then push in harshly until her eyes roll back in her head. I do it again and again and again until she comes, her pussy clenching and quaking around me as she cries out my name.

  I still and close my eyes, trying to control the raging need to come inside her, but I’m nowhere near being done.

  When her eyes flutter open, I look into them. “I just rocked your fucking world.”

  She nods slowly.

  “Now roll the fuck over so I can make good on my promise to shatter it.”

  Her eyes widen and her lips part, but she doesn’t move, so I roll her over and thrust in hard, knocking the wind out of her. I grip her hips and pull her back until her feet touch the floor, and then I kick them wider apart.

  I grab her ass and squeeze. “I fucking love this ass.” I spread it wide and thrust as my thumb brushes over her tight, little hole.

  She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes widening as I continue applying pressure with my thumb.

  “Tell me no.”

  She arches her ass up, telling me the total opposite of no non-verbally.

  I stop and pound away at her pussy savagely, calling her to come again. Then I pull out quickly, knowing I am going to come if I don’t, but I’m not that much of a dick that I want to leave her hanging, which is a first for me.

  I shove two fingers in hard, rotating my wrist so I can thumb her clit, allowing her to fall apart on my hand.

  Her face sinks into the mattress as she pants.

  I love how she looks after she comes.

  Satisfied.

  I love how she looks with my cock in her pussy.

  Sated.

  She almost catches her breath when I stop fingering her.

  I watch as she sinks farther into the mattress, so relaxed.

  Unsuspecting.

  She thinks she’s done.

  Not even fucking close.

  I push my cock in again, harder this time.

  “Christ, River,” she gasps.

  “No, babe, not even fucking close.”

  I wrap my hands around her hair and pull her up, forcing my cock even farther inside.

  She gasps and looks at me over her shoulder. “River,” she whimpers.

  “Your pussy is soaked and hot, and my cock is almost bursting apart because I need to come so fucking badly it almost hurts. My balls are achingly tight, and this, Keanna, my strong, sexy siren”—I thrust in hard as I tighten my grip on her hair—”is just beginning.”

  “I can’t,” she gasps.

  “Lucky for you, I fucking can, and I will.”

  “Oh, god,” she cries as I fuck her hard and wild.

  I can feel her knees shaking, threatening to give out, so I slap her ass hard, then squeeze.

  “Stay right the fuck here with me, Keanna. Be my high.”

  “Yes,” she cries as I batter her twat some more. “Oh, god, yes.”

  It’s after midnight, and she is still bent over my bed. I let her rest with her face in the mattress, my dick still in her pussy.

  “I’ve come in your pussy. I want that ass this time,” I growl as my fascination with her tight, little, puckered hole grows.

  She mumbles something inaudible as I slowly pull out, dragging my cock up and down her seam, lubricating her with her pussy juices.

  “Tell me no,” I command as I push the tip of my finger in her ass and plunge my cock in her pussy again.

  She doesn’t say shit but my name.

  I let the saliv
a fall from my mouth onto her ass, and then I pull out, not wanting to come yet, and dip my head down.

  “I’m craving the taste of your pussy,” I tell her right before running my tongue up and down her seam the entire way.

  “River …” Her cheeks clench, but I pull them apart. “You shouldn’t.”

  I lap at her. “Tell me no,” I growl as my tongue taps against her hole.

  “It’s … just not right,” she gasps.

  “I’ve eaten chicken nuggets before, babe. This right here”—I lick around her—”is pretty fucking okay.”

  “Dear god,” she mumbles, her back arching.

  She’s fully relaxed.

  “Ever done this before?”

  “No,” she pants.

  “Fuck. Me.” I lick her more harshly.

  Need—nothing but need to be the first consumes me. Her body language tells me unequivocally she wants it.

  “Tell me no,” I repeat.

  “I can’t!” she cries into the duvet.

  I line up the head of my cock to her ass, then warn her one more time, “Tell me don’t.”

  “I won’t.” She pushes against me.

  I pause because there can be no mistaken communication here, not with her.

  “Get high on me, River. Take me with you.”

  “Thank the fucking stars,” I hiss as I push against her, into her.

  I stop when I feel her body clench. Then she lifts on her elbows and looks back at me. When I rock in a little more, her mouth opens slightly, and her eyes flutter, yet don’t close.

  “Fuck,” I groan as I feel the fire building in my balls.

  I reach in front of her and rub her clit, tap it, and then press it down. I want this to be good for her. I want it to be so fucking good.

  When she cries out, I go all in.

  “Oh, my god,” comes out in a moan as I push in all the way, needing to be deep inside when my cum spurts off inside her.

  “Fuck!” I growl when it does.

  I lean over in relief and push my face between her shoulders.

  “You good?” I pant as I drag my lips across her skin.

  “Um, yeah … Yeah, I’m good.” She sounds unsure. I don’t like that one bit.

  “Lips. Gimme.”

  I kiss her softly because she deserves that after what she just gave up … to me.

  I pull out slowly as I kiss her even more slowly.