by Franca Storm
~John~
“Nicki, this isn’t necessary,” I say as she presses her back against the wall of the gym and waits on me to make a move.
“John, you said you’d help me.”
“I know, but he’s never gonna get that close to you again.”
“We don’t know that. We thought that last week, right?”
I blow out a breath. Ever since Greg confronted her that day she’s been insane about training at my uncle’s gym. And when I say insane, I mean she’s been here day in and day out for hours at a time working on her fight. And I’ve been with her. There’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight until that asshole is behind bars again.
“John,” she presses.
I’m hesitating here because she wants me to act as the attacker and take the same position that Greg did with her four years ago when he hurt her. And the very idea of it sickens me. But I know I can’t deny her. She’s asking for my help. She’s already a good fighter and she knows how to defend herself, but because she froze up the other day, she’s been overcompensating majorly.
“Okay,” I say, walking over to the wall. “You need me to release you, just say the word.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just do it.”
I reach out to do what she’s asking me, but then I pull back. Shit. “Nicki—”
“It’s you. It’s gonna be fine. I’m not gonna freak out.”
“We’re reenacting that night when—”
“John. Just help me.”
“Okay.”
I grip her arms tightly, pinning her against the wall. I watch her hesitate.
Instead of just a brief second of hesitation, it’s a prolonged reaction. I press my body against hers, pinning her to the wall with my full weight, and tell her, “Now it’s too late. You need to react immediately. I’m more than twice your body weight and he’s no different. Once I use that, you’re out of options.”
She blinks hard. “Sorry. Yeah, I know. Again.”
I pull back with my arms still holding her. “Up and out. Hard.”
She follows my instructions and slams her arms up into mine in a jarring blow. She follows through by slamming into my outstretched arms at their weakest point; where they join at the elbow. It breaks my grip on her.
“Knee,” I remind her.
She moves her knee slowly to make contact with my balls, putting barely any pressure, cuz we can’t avoid severe damage if she did that with her full strength. I fake doubling over and she presses her elbow into my back, again, putting little to no pressure.
I straighten up and tell her, “Good. Exactly like that. And then what do you do?”
She rolls her eyes. “I run and call the cops. John, I can finish it. You know I can.”
I shake my head at her. “No. You incapacitate then you run. It’s too risky otherwise.”
“But I—”
“No,” I snap before she can finish her sentence. Does she really think I’m gonna be okay with her putting herself in danger by trying to take him down? No way in hell. But this is just her wanting to make sure she has all bases covered.
“One more time and then we head back to the building and start packing.”
“We have plenty of time, John.”
“We’re leaving in two days. I wanna get in one more practice before we leave.”
She smiles up at me. “I’ve never seen you so excited.”
I can’t help the huge grin forming on my face. “Yeah, I know. This is it. A bunch of big time label reps are gonna be there.”
She smiles. “Okay. One last time and we get moving on the packing and practicing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Anything for the guy who has my name branded into his skin.”
We both laugh.
“All right. Assume the position, sweetheart,” I say, shifting my weight for round two.
Chapter 41
~Nicki~
Both our phones buzz for the fourth or fifth time on the bedside tables. I eye John, but he has no reaction yet again. He just keeps stroking my hair as we lay side by side in the most comfortable bed known to man. A king-size bed with the softest sheets ever. Mmm, this hotel room is perfect.
“This artwork is great, Nicki,” John murmurs, tracing his fingers over my new tattoo. “Milo did a great job.”
“What’s the other guy’s name? The one who does mostly piercings?”
“Clint. Why?”
“He’s the guy who’s coming down here to be with Chloe.”
“Really? He’s not—”
“Her type?” I finish for him. “I think any guy with a cock piercing is her type right now. It’s her thing at the moment. You know, after Mitch?”
He rolls on top of me suddenly, making me squeal from the surprise of it. “Wow. Did you just say cock, baby?”
I screw up my face, completely embarrassed that I did. “Yes,” I eke out sheepishly.
He grins. “Say it again.”
I shake my head and he laughs.
“I’m not sure I like the idea of you thinking about other guys’ piercings while we’re laying naked in bed together.”
I swat his chest. “You’re such a jealous person.”
“When it comes to you, goddamn right I am.”
He rubs his dick between my legs and I gasp as I feel how hard he already is again.
“You want me to get one?” he asks.
I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. His expression isn’t giving anything away. I shake my head. “I like yours the way it is.”
“My what?” he presses.
Argh! I know he won’t let it go until I actually say the word. “Your cock.”
His eyes darken. “Mmm…sounds so fucking hot coming out of your mouth.”
I reach out and rub my hand over his Nicola tattoo. “I love this, John. I still can’t believe you did this for me.”
“I’m gonna show it off when we play. All my groupies will know that I’m yours, baby. Nothing to worry about anymore, yeah?”
I smile happily. “Thank you. I’m sorry I—”
He presses his finger to my lips. “No need to be sorry. I should’ve been more aware of what it was doing to you. I’m sorry. I love you, Nicki. I’m glad you get that now.”
“I do. I love you.”
He rolls off me then and flops down beside me once again. He lifts the covers and I watch him eye his dick. “Hmm…I’ll think about it.”
“Think about what?”
“Getting it pierced.”
“Oh my God, John! No! Won’t it hurt, like really bad?”
He shrugs. “Probably. I’ll ask Mitch. The deal breaker is how long it’ll put my dick out of commission for.”
I slap his shoulder. “Nympho! Is that all you think about?”
He laughs. “Pretty much.” He turns onto his side and reaches under the covers, his fingers skimming my pussy. I tremble as he starts to work his magic. “Is that a problem?” he teases, his voice low and husky now.
One of our phones buzzes again. John growls in protest, but doesn’t stop touching me. “Ignore it,” he tells me. “Your sweet pussy is my only concern right now.” He dips under the covers and his head disappears between my legs. A second later, I cry out as I feel his tongue lap at my pussy. “Ah! Yes, John! Oh, shit!” God, he’s a miracle. That tongue of his is unbelievable. I can’t actually believe how good he is.
A sudden knock at the door startles me and my entire body tenses.
John just steps up his assault, trying to relax me again. He slides a finger inside me and I buck into his hand.
Oh God! I’m already so close!
The knocking sounds again and the orgasm I was just chasing is lost, making me groan out in frustration. John grunts with agitation and emerges from the covers. He rolls his eyes at me. “I’m gonna fucking kill them,” he mutters, rolling off the bed. “So sorry, baby. I know you were about to come. I’ll make it up to you.” He winks at me. “After I kill them.”
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nbsp; Them are Chloe and Mitch, the same two that have been texting us non-stop for the last hour to join them in the bar downstairs for drinks to celebrate our upcoming gig tomorrow at Eclipse. But John and I just want to stay in bed. After our long, tense fight, we want to spend as much time getting reacquainted with one another as we possibly can. After all, we’ve had four years to get the friendship part of our relationship down pat. It’s the sex part that we need to work on and that’s been nothing short of a little slice of heaven to me.
I hastily gather the duvet covers up to my chest to hide my nakedness and then take the opportunity to perve on John’s well-sculpted naked butt as he snatches up his hotel robe from the floor. I groan as he slips it on, covering himself up.
He turns back to me, grinning. “Hey, dirty girl. Where’s all that shyness gone to? Now you’re blatantly checking me out and drooling?”
“I am not drooling!”
He laughs. “More like salivating over me. I can hear you panting from here.”
I grab one of the pillows and lob it at him. He dodges it, sidestepping it with his ingrained boxer footwork.
Still laughing, he strides to the door and opens it just enough to see out, but not enough that our visitors can see in. It’s so sweet, because I know he’s doing it to protect me from prying eyes.
“Guys, a little busy here.”
“Put it on hold, Casanova. We’ve got shit to celebrate downstairs,” Chloe answers.
“You’re pissing off my girl. Worst timing ever,” John tells them.
“Screw this waiting bullshit,” I hear Mitch complain.
The next thing I know, the door is flying open.
“Get out!” John yells. “Mitch, you dickhead! What if she was naked in here?”
Mitch winks at me. “Then I’d have glimpsed a hell of a treat.”
I roll my eyes.
John smacks him across the head. “Watch your mouth around my sweet girl.”
“Aw. Sweet girl?” Chloe says, in her cutesy voice.
John rolls his eyes. “Oh fuck.”
Chloe bounds over to me and pounces on the bed. “You naked under here?”
“Maybe,” I say, clutching the covers to me tightly.
She shrugs her shoulders and starts to climb under the covers with me. But John is there in a second, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her off the bed. He puts her down in front of Mitch.
“Hey! I was just gonna get comfortable to watch some TV with my girl.”
“My girl,” John corrects her. “And no one gets in bed with Nicki, but me.”
“So possessive,” Chloe comments. “Hot.”
Mitch and John both roll their eyes at her.
“Come on, let’s hang out and celebrate,” she presses.
“Look, I’m standing here with a fucking hard on and my girl is naked in our bed. You really think I’m gonna be doing anything else but her anytime soon?” John tells her.
Mitch steps up to him and tells him, “Then I’m officially cock blocking you, dude.”
John’s eyes narrow. I’m pretty sure actual steam is gonna start blowing out of his ears in a few seconds.
“Baby, it’s okay. We’ll continue this later,” I call to him.
He blows out a frustrated breath. “Fuck. Fine. Wait outside, assholes. We’ll be out in five minutes.”
I clear my throat noisily and he gets the message. “Sorry, fifteen minutes.”
Mitch grins and shakes his head. “No way. I know you, John. Go get dressed and then you’ll wait outside with us as Nicki dresses.”
“Mitch,” John growls.
“The minute you touch her, that’ll be another hour of you two holed up in here fucking each other’s brains out.”
Chloe laughs and eyes me with raised eyebrows. “Guy’s got stamina, huh?”
I grin at her and nod.
John argues with the two of them for a little while longer before finally accepting defeat, picking up his clothes and heading into the bathroom to get dressed. Downstairs to the bar it is then. I guess we had to return to civilization at some point.
***
Mitch and I laugh as we sit at the booth in the hotel bar watching John order a drink and deal with yet another woman trying to hit on him. A voluptuous brunette with her boobs spilling out of her corset top this time. He does what he did with the last two: rolls up the sleeve of his t-shirt, points to his new tattoo and then grins at me. The woman follows his line of sight to me and gets the message. This time as she sidles away from him, he says something to her and gestures to Mitch. The woman smiles and John gives Mitch a chin lift.
“Best wingman ever,” Mitch says from beside me as he gets to his feet. “Thank you, Nicki. I love this whipped version of John. Means I get dibs on all the hot ones for once. No John Kingston cast offs anymore, just the cream of the crop.”
“Well, enjoy,” I tell him, patting his shoulder.
“Oh, I will,” he says as he makes his way to the bar.
John claps him on the back as he makes his way back to me. He slides into the booth next to me and wraps his arm around me possessively. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah. That was sweet of you. How did it feel turning down all those hot women?”
He takes hold of my hand and squeezes it like he always does. “The only hot woman here is you,” he says, giving me his look of love that always sends a delicious warmth through me.
I laugh. “Cheese ball.”
“It’s true.”
I relax against him. “Mitch thinks you’re whipped. I’m sorry.”
“Whipped, huh? Oh, I am. And I fucking love it.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, cuz I’m whipped by you. The only girl I’ve ever wanted. I’m a lucky guy and if that makes me whipped, I’ll take it.”
We both sit in comfortable silence for a while, drinking our beers. I scan the bar like I’ve been doing for the last half hour since we came down here. I spot Chloe laughing with Clint in a corner booth over on the other side of the room. I can’t believe he came all the way down here to see her. He must really like her—or her tongue piercing. I leave them be and continue checking out the bar, making sure that everything is okay; that it’s safe. Safe from him.
“Nicki, it’s okay,” John whispers in my ear.
I turn to him suddenly, my gaze snapping to his. “What?”
“You’re tensing up again.”
“Again?”
“You’ve been doing it on and off since we came down here.”
“I—”
“He’s not here and he won’t be,” he tells me.
Shit. I should’ve known John would be able to figure out what was going on with me. He knows me so well.
He takes my beer bottle out of my hand, puts it down on the table and then shifts to face me. “My dad and I have security keeping a look out. They have Greg’s mug shot. They know who they’re looking for. There’s no way he’s gonna come anywhere near you. You hear me?”
My brow furrows. “Security? How did you do that?”
He rubs his fingers together. “Money can do a lot of things.”
“Oh my God. You did that for me?”
He cups my face in his hands. “Of course.”
“But—”
“But nothing. I wanted to put you at ease. I want you to relax and enjoy this time, Nicki. This is our big break coming up here and I want you to enjoy every moment, revel in it like the rest of us. So, now you can cuz he’s not an issue. Okay, baby?” He releases me and hands me my beer. “Now drink up and let’s get down to some more celebrating.”
A huge smile spreads over my face. I can’t believe he went to such lengths for me.
We clink our beers together. “To the sweetest, most amazing boyfriend ever!”
He laughs. “Damn straight.”
Chapter 42
~John~
“Yeah. One hour in our hotel suite. I’ve already told Chloe,” I speak into my phone.
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bsp; “Cool,” Mitch responds.
We hang up and I draw in a calming breath. We go on at Eclipse in three hours. The band will come together in our hotel room for our pre-gig ritual of slamming back a shot of tequila. And then we’ll head over to the club for a sound check before hitting the stage.
I’m dressed and ready to go in my leather pants and shirt. I’m wearing my usual black shoes with the amazing grips that I always wear on stage. Some surfaces we’ve played on have been more than a little slippery and, as the front man, I’m the one moving up and down the stage the most. I can’t afford a slip up like that in the middle of a performance.
I’m about to go and check on Nicki when she suddenly steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a bathrobe. The belt is so loosely tied around her waist that it might as well not be tied at all. I’m getting one hell of a view of her perky little tits and the sight of her sexy legs, right up to her thighs. Mmm…so hot. My cock jerks at the sight of her.
“You’re not dressed, huh?”
She flashes me a devilish grin. “I was thinking we should add another pre-gig ritual. One just between the two of us,” she says, sauntering over to me.
“Yeah, what’s that?” I ask, enjoying this little game.
She reaches into the pocket of her robe and pulls out a condom.
“Mmm…yeah, baby?”
She nods, her eyes darkening.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I snatch the condom packet from her and slam her against the wall. I free my cock and rip the packet open with my teeth. Rolling it on quickly, I then rip open her robe and push it off her shoulders.
She gasps as my hands cup her tits, teasing her nipples with the pads of my thumbs. She arches her back, pushing them into my hands.
I run my hands down the length of her hot little body, enjoying the feel of her warm, smooth skin. When I slide a finger between her pussy lips, she moans and bucks against me. She’s dripping wet. Always so ready for me.
She grabs the back of my head and forces my mouth to hers, kissing me hard.
I thrust into her, driving balls deep.
She throws her head back as I pound into her, slamming her into the wall with each powerful thrust. She screams wildly and her nails dig into my neck, marking my skin.
