Six Guns and Six Strings: 13 Book Excite Spice Cowboys and Rock Stars Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  Alexa – 7 Silent Prayers

  Danny’s celebrity status got him a hospital room all to himself, but as cozy as it was, I needed food, like stat. I should’ve grabbed a granola bar or something when I was leaving the house because I only had soup for supper, but I didn’t think he’d be out of it so long. Come on, Danny, wake up already.

  I knew he kept paper on hand, so I searched his jeans in his hospital room closet for some scrap to write him a note in case he case he finally woke up after I left. Ah. Notepad. Score! And pencil, if you could call it that. Micro-pencil.

  When I dropped his jeans to slump on the closet floor, a paper ball rolled out of the front pocket. I bent and scooped it up to toss it away, but then uncompressed it to make sure it was trash. I gasped and my face warmed when I read the words. Heat seeped down from my ears and spilled into my chest. I looked at sleeping Danny and back at the words. Lyrics maybe? Did he actually love me? Perhaps our circumstance just inspired him to write this. This didn’t have to mean it was how he really felt. But, what if he does? What if Danny Zane was literally falling for me or already did love me? Nah, it can’t be true. He crumpled this up. He hated this. I don’t want him to hate this though. I want him to truly feel it. I don’t want to be just some lay to him or whatever, no matter how amazing it is. He’s the most important person in my life.

  I balled up the paper again and put it back in the pocket, then closed the door and tried to forget about it.

  My heart ached and I lost tears again as I sat down next to him. I sniffed and wiped my face dry with my fingers. I bobbed my heels and looked at my watch again.

  “Damn. I’ll give you a few more minutes, but I need to go. Hope you don’t hate me or think I’m a deserter like my mom ’cause I am kinda putting my job first. I just need to land it, for everyone’s sake. I don’t want to be baggage to you anymore. And I am, no matter what you say, and that bothers me a lot. It’s been bothering me for a while now, maybe since freshman year. I don’t want you to think for one second that any of the dirty things I want to do to your body is some kind of payoff from me, like it’s out of obligation or something like that. And I don’t want you to think my affection is crap or empty. It’s lusty, and a little convoluted maybe, but only ’cause I’m not used to thinking of you like that. But your kiss, that kiss changed everything.”

  I shoved my arms into my folded arms on his bed with a groan of frustration. Not only did I need to see that he was totally okay, I also needed to talk to him, to make sense of what was going on between us. We made plans to fuck. Like, fuck for real, not just joking around about it. “Please don’t leave me, Danny. I need you.” Fingers wiggled on my head and I shot up to look. “Danny! Huh! Hi! You’re awake! Uh, thank God! Please don’t fall back asleep. Stay with me, okay?”

  “Hey, Lexi-Lou,” he said groggily, “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He cringed as swallowed, like he was gulping down sand then coughed. “And you’re not baggage. Stop already.”

  I stood and stroked his face. “Shit. You heard all that? Forget that though. It’s not important. I’m so glad you’re really awake this time. I was so scared when I got the call.”

  “Uh, God.” He tried to lift his broken left arm that was already in a cast and said, “Ow, ow. Call? What the hell! What happened? I’m in a hospital? How?”

  “Don’t move, idiot. Hang on.” I pivoted and flew to the small table and snatched him the water pitcher. I unwrapped a straw, popped it in the top of the container, and brought it over to him. “Here, here.”

  I helped him sit up, and he groaned. “Uh, thanks.” He sucked and sucked and then stopped and let out an, “Aaahhhh. Thank you.” He looked all around. “I don’t … know how I got here.”

  “You don’t remember? You’ve been here a couple hours and roused twice, but then quickly fell back to sleep. The nurse and your doc’ll be glad that you’re awake-awake this time. Grandma Helen was here with me too. She just left.”

  His grandmother adopted me as one of her “great eight” when my mom was still just engaged to Bill. She adored me more than my own flesh-and-blood mother. Crazy how life works, and who ends up being your family when you’re dealt a shitty one from the start. Thank God for stand-ins or I’d have absolutely nothing.

  “I don’t remember squat.” After sipping some more water, Danny slumped back down to his pillow with a moan and scratched at the random bandages on his arms where he’d gotten stitches. “Um … I don’t know anything. Damn. Man, my head feels like it got slammed by a cement truck. What the hell!” He rubbed his forehead.

  I put the pitcher down on his table and sat down again. “That’s pretty close actually. Your bus hit some big trees. You were in an accident. The band bus veered off the road and crashed in the woods. You broke your arm and got some cuts. You could’ve been killed.”

  “Is everyone okay?”

  “Some others have neck and back pain, cuts too.” I sat back down in my chair and covered my face with my hands, long enough to catch my drawn-out huff. “But one girl, sad to say, didn’t make it. She crashed through a window and landed on big shards that lacerated and impaled vital organs. She didn’t have a chance. She … lost way too much blood.”

  Horror bloomed in Danny’s face and he let out a long sigh. That must’ve jogged something. “Right, right. Fuck it. I was drinking at the bar, so I was buzzy. Your texts made me so hard and horny. Then we left and were heading back to the studio to get our cars. This girl was trying to flirt with me. I shot her down and we crashed. Shit. This is so messed up.” He coughed and his eyes got watery. “God, her parents must be devastated.”

  “Yeah. To say the least.” I didn’t want to say her cousins were already on the news trashing Itchy Fringe, saying they were gonna make them pay and take them for every dime they’re worth. “Puck was arrested.”

  “Arrested? Why?” Danny said with a head shake that made him groan and rub his head. “Uh, ow. This damn aching noggin and my arm.”

  “Relax, Danny. Take it easy. For DUI. There was a fatality involved. I don’t know how it’ll land or if more charges will be added. Sorry you’re hurting, Danny. They didn’t want to give you anything too strong yet.” I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder like I had the power to heal.

  “Not your fault. But … was Puck even drunk? I wasn’t really keeping tabs on him the whole time, but I can’t even remember the last time I saw him with a drink.”

  “Come on, Danny. He must’a been. He’s known for causing a drunken ruckus wherever he goes. And he did, after all, veer off the road and crash into some damn trees.”

  He huffed as he shook his head and shrugged. “Yeah … I guess.”

  “Um, I really should page the nurse. She wanted me to let her know if and when you woke up.” I grabbed the pager behind his shoulder, but it wasn’t needed because a nurse walked in at that moment.

  “Hi, you’re awake.” she said with a cheery voice, showing no sign of fatigue, even though I heard her say earlier she’d been here for nine hours already. “That’s great. Good to see you talking and alert. And how are we feeling?”

  “We feel like shit,” he mocked.

  “That’s to be expected with a concussion. How’s your pain level?”

  “Moderate. But I don’t want to be doped up. I don’t want to get even more fuzzy-headed.”

  “No problem.”

  “I’ll be outside, Danny.” I quickly said. “Be back soon.”

  When I stepped out, I spotted Kate in a sitting area, but she was reading a magazine. “Kate.” I swooshed up to her. “You’re still here? I was contemplating calling or texting you for some food, but I thought you would’ve gone home. How’s your neck?”

  “Killing me.” She rubbed it with a massaging stroke. “How’s Danny? Wake up yet?”

  “Yep.” I sat next to her and slouched forward with my hands balled together and resting between my thighs. “He’s fine, I guess. He’s in some pain, and he was foggy on the details but remembered wh
en I filled in the gaps. He had to get stitches and an arm cast. I think he’s gonna be okay. Thank God. I’d die if I lost him. At least he’s alive.”

  “I know. Too bad about Heather though. It’s a nightmare.”

  “Yeah, that is awful. I’ve been telling Danny Puck was gonna be the downfall of the band. Now, it might actually be reality. He sucks ass, drinking like he does.”

  “Well, we were all a little loaded. We were only a couple minutes away from the studio. And no other cars were involved. It never should’ve happened. Some damn fluke that took a life. Despicable.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it. So, are you and Matty actually a thing now?”

  She shrugged. “I guess. We’re playing things by ear. It’s probably more serious and amazing on my end than his, but we’ll see. Getting fucked in his decadent arm-hold is far sexier than I ever imagined. Like, mmm, wow.”

  I nodded in support.

  Matty and Jarvis were still here too, and they were walking our way, coffee cups in hand.

  Even at the sight of drinks and not food, my empty stomach growled. “Danny’s awake,” I told them, getting up. I filled them in on the other details. I looked toward Danny’ room and then back at Matty. “Um, I hate to ask this, but would you mind staying with him? His aunt said she’d come at some point, but I have no clue when that’ll be, and I need to get some sleep. I have work in the morning, well, in a few hours actually, and I don’t want to jeopardize my job. Being that I’m someone’s baggage, I’d rather be self-sufficient and out of Danny’s hair as soon as it’s feasible.”

  “Jed can escort you back,” Jarvis said.

  “Escort me back?” I snapped. “Yeah right. A lot of good that did for the bus!”

  Jarvis grimaced. It wasn’t his fault, but I was just so upset that it happened at all and now some girl, Heather, was dead because of idiot Puck and his stupid vice. This whole thing just chucked Itchy Fringe into the line of fire. I have no clue if they’ll be able to recover from this. It was such an ugly disaster.

  “You need security too,” Jarvis insisted.

  “Fine. Call him over. Whatever.” I sat back on the chair and reached for a magazine. Any news online would only make me cry, all the trash-talk about Danny everywhere. “Forget this.” I put the magazine down with a huff because I couldn’t concentrate. “I’m gonna say goodbye to Danny now, so I can just jet when Jed gets here.”

  No one cared.

  Danny was watching TV and eyed me from head to toe when I walked in.

  “You gotta stay awake now, huh?

  “Something like that.” His lips slid into a smirk. “She said it was okay for me to fall asleep, but she’d keep waking me up all night, so I might as well just stay up. I fucking hate getting jerked out of sleep. Turns me into a bear.”

  “Don’t I know it.”

  “Close the door.”

  I scrunched my face and looked down the hall then back at him. “Hmm? Why?”

  “Close it!”

  I bit my lip, looked down the hall both directions, and did as he literally and insistently ordered. My palm flat on the wood of the closed door, I said, “Um, okay, but ... I just came to tell you I’m leaving.”

  “No. You’re not leaving.”

  I bit my slight smile. “Oh no? I’m not?” I snickered. “I need to get some food and sleep, Danny. You know I have to work.”

  “You can’t leave. Not until you answer me one thing.”

  “Yeah? And what’s that?”

  “Are you wearing any underwear?”

  I gasped that he asked and felt heat rise in my face. My lips trembled before I smiled slyly. I slowly perforated, “Not a stitch,” which raised his brow.

  His throat swelled for a second as he swallowed and his eyes gleamed with devilish glee. “Show me.”

  My stomach dropped and my pussy twanged. Air practically howled in my sharp intake of breath. I fired a gaze behind me to the door and looked back at him with a gawk. “Danny, I … what if someone comes?”

  That made him laugh. “That wasn’t my plan. But now that you brought it up.”

  “Shut up. You know what I meant. Auntie Carol said she’d stop by. She could be by any minute.”

  “Auntie Carol would sure get the shock of her life and an eyeful then, wouldn’t she? I don’t give a fuck who’s around or what anyone thinks. Come over here and show me what’s not under that dress, Alexa.”

  “Okay. If you insist.”

  “I do.”

  My insides felt like Jell-O, my bones too, as I slowly ambled over to Danny’s bedside. I looked behind me for a glance then tugged at the ends of the ribbon at my back to untie and loosen the dress’s empire waist under my boobs. Once undone, I clutched the skirt with both hands and felt all aflutter as I gathered soft fabric into my fingers then hiked it up my thighs. I shivered as it tickled my goose-bumped skin as I passed my freshly waxed mound, then my rumbling tummy, and my perky-nippled tits. I held the bunched dress up under my chin as I revealed all my best parts to Danny’s intense gaze.

  My whole body wobbled under his scrutiny as he examined me with a groan of longing and then a sigh of contentment. My heart seemed to drop, stopping at my slick entrance. My tight hole squeezed in time to its quickened beat.

  “Nice, Lex. You look so damn hot. Come even closer and spread those petals open for me. I wanna see your pretty little clit that you obediently stroked for me yesterday.”

  “God,” I slid out as a whisper.

  “You’re right about that. I am your rock god. Worship me with compliance.”

  I was on fire. Though shaking like a reed everywhere, I tugged my fleshy pink folds apart with my thumb and index finger, and the action tilted the hood up a little. Cool air nibbled the exposed, sensitive part that was now tingling and swollen with lust to get sucked.

  I gasped at the zap of arousal in my walls when Danny reached out to me with his unharmed left hand and gave my sweetest spot a soft, circle stroke with his thumb. He wiggled two feather-light fingers against my dewy bits and prodded and pressed the tips up inside me.

  I got juicy at the terrifying, tantalizing risk of getting caught and at his excruciating gentleness and moaned with my eyes closed as he touched me with seeming tufts of cotton.

  I clamped the dress with my arms to hold it up and bent forward a bit to clutch the lowered bed rail with my other hand as he played faster with tilt-a-whirl swirls and yummy dives that were now sinking in so damn deep I had to clamp my jaw to keep quiet about it. I rocked my hips and rode down on his carousel thrusts. I clenched my eyes tightly as my body and mind lost all control. “Mmm, Danny. Oh … uh, that feels so, so good.” I was his to manipulate and own. His to use. His to cherish … hopefully cherish.

  I shook like I had an earthquake bottled up inside me and he was setting it free. I scrunched my face and tensed as I came explosively, my walls squeezing his sunken digits like they were trying to milk them. I soaked his fingers in sticky gloss and breaths ripped out of my lungs like they were fired through a shredder. “Uuuh, my god, Danny. Uh, Danny.” I slumped onto his chest and moaned against his johnnie-covered pecs, then turned my face and huffed hot breaths into the crook of his neck. I watched him suck my juices off of his fingers with a sexy moan.

  That hot visual kept my contractions pulsing in rapid-fire succession.

  Someone knuckle-knocked on the door.

  “One sec,” Danny yelled.

  I shot upright, letting the dress drift back down over my body, but Danny jerked me back down to his face, a clamp on my hair. I let out a small yelp.

  He grabbed my throat and his voice had gravel and grit as he said in my ear, “You are most definitely my kind of bad, but I didn’t say you could fix your dress.”

  “But … someone’s knocking,” I whispered.

  “I don’t give a damn.”

  I nodded that I got his point but I wasn’t so sure I liked it. I admit, following some of his commands has made me hotter than I’ve ever b
een, and I don’t even know why. But that, giving him more, no, all the control, made me feel so vulnerable and ungrounded.

  “Go get some sleep now, Lex. Thanks for being here. And most especially for that.” He pointed below my navel. “Come in,” he called out.

  I straightened up more and smirked. “Sure, no prob,” came out of my mouth, just as his aunt opened the door. Self-conscious of my very recent, just-seconds-ago indiscretion, my smoothing palms went busy down my front and over my hair. My voice sounded cracked and somewhat guilt-laced, as I rushed out, “Hi. Danny’s awake now, um, obviously, as you can see, and he needs to stay that way. I gotta work tomorrow, well, today. Thanks for coming. He’s all yours.”

  Walking in, she slid her purse strap down her arm with such a slow hesitance, it made me think she was suspicious of the goings on in here. Her volleying gaze shot lightning through my nerves, making them buzz and crackle. My stomach dropped, but Danny’s smirk said he was amused by her reaction. Well, I wasn’t amused.