A Second Chance at love The Rocker Girls Series

by Jennifer Byars

  “God, angel, I’ve been waiting so long to hear that sound,” he growled, opening the bedroom door. He knew right away which bed was hers…the messy one.

  He laid her on the bed, kicking off his shoes, and peeling off his shirt. “You want me to get undressed?” she asked him as his pants came off.

  “Oh angel, I want you naked. And I want to strip you one piece of clothing at a time.”

  There was a nightlight glowing in the corner, as his hands went to her stomach, pulling up the silky material. His hands felt her soft skin, making their way down to her jeans. He unsnapped her jeans, pulled them down her legs, then threw them to the floor.

  His eyes wandered over her, his erection digging into his leg. He shifted his leg, moving up her body, going under her back and unsnapping that bra. His fingers took the straps, pulling off the material, revealing the most amazing tits that he’d only gotten a glimpse of before.

  His hands went down to her hips and she stopped him. “Wait, before I’m completely naked, would you take off your boxers?” she asked him shyly. Lord, he was already so fucking in love.

  He smiled as he got up, quickly stripping them off, then swiftly reached for her thin silky panties. As soon as he slipped them off he saw a glimpse of silver from her warm slit. His finger ran over her piercing that she had in her swollen nub, and she gasped.

  He moaned, feeling her naughty piercing, slipping his finger into her hot wet center. “Oh fuck, angel. I’m not going to last tonight,” he whispered, heading down her body.

  He licked her soft skin, taking nibbles and kisses until he made his way to her breasts. He took one generous mound that his hand didn’t even begin to cover, groaning when he got the first taste of that sweet nipple that he’d been dreaming of.

  The rosebud hardened in his mouth as his tongue swirled around it, making it hard enough to suck the pebble into his mouth. She gasped, running her fingers through his hair, making him smile at the thought of her enjoying his touch.

  Releasing her nipple he kissed, licked and nibbled down her body. When he was at the edge of the bed he got up, pulling her ass to the edge before getting to his knees. Her feet went to his shoulders, as he took his fingers, spreading her open to him.

  He licked over her center once as he hit the silver round stud. She gasped aloud and her back came off the bed as her hand clenched into his hair. “Oh Winston!” she cried out, and his dick throbbed.

  He chuckled as his mouth took in the pieced nub, sucking on it, making her hips buck; he reached up, grabbing onto her tit as he continued his playing with her. But when he stuck his tongue deep inside her she took his hair, pulling him away from her.

  “No more teasing, Win. I want you in me,” she told him in a deep, raspy sexy voice so full of lust and so commanding, his resistance broke and the exploration was over.

  Win hurried off the bed, got into his wallet and pulled out the condom he shoved in there this afternoon. He quickly slipped in, going back to her. He nestled himself between her thighs, slipping his fingers inside her to make sure she was ready for him.

  Her hands went to his hair pulling his mouth to hers as she took control of the kiss, but broke free as he hit her sweet spot. “Win. Please, no more teasing.” Her breath hitched, and a loud moan filled the room, and he was done.

  His hands opened her up, finding her slick entrance. She looked into his eyes as he pushed inside her. “Fuck, angel!” he groaned when he was completely in.

  ***

  When he entered, her hips thrust up to meet him. She wrapped her legs around his back. “Faster,” she whispered. He smiled, accommodating her, then the smile faded as he pulled out and slipped back inside her with a grunt when he hit her depths. His mouth was on her again and she opened freely as he explored her mouth, taking it as he did her body.

  He quickly released her, slipping out, but before she could protest he flipped her over on her stomach. Her hair fell forward as he grabbed her hips, pulling her ass in the air. He thrust forward, pushing into her and she screamed out in pleasure.

  Kisses ran down her back, and his hands came around cupping her breasts, holding them in his hands while they bounced with his movements. He pinched a nipple and her panting became harder. “I’m there, Win, so there!”

  One hand left her breast, going in between her legs, finding the sensitive swollen nub that was ripe for him to touch. And when he slipped his fingers between her exposed folds, teasing it, she threw her head back as her body spasmed in ecstasy.

  “Winston, yes! There… That’s it, don’t stop!” she called out, her body squeezing around him. When her body was just about done, Win grabbed her hips, pulling her to meet his hard pounding of her pussy; she felt his balls slapping her tender nub, tickling it and setting her off again, his movements in short hard jerks.

  “Oh fuck Addison, fuck, fuck, so fucking good, angel!” he grunted loudly, and she could feel his body become taut as his orgasm came. His movements slowed and his grip on her hips loosened, as his body shuddered one last time.

  A smack echoed through the room as he slapped her ass. “Ouch! You aren’t supposed to do that after sex, Win, it’s during sex, or maybe a little bit before,” she grinned playfully at him.

  He slipped out of her and she dropped to the bed, turning over to watch him clean himself up, before heading back to bed with her.

  When he lay on his back he took up most of her bed. “Are you sure you want to stay in your bed tonight? I think I’m taking up the whole thing,” he chuckled to her.

  “I have to warn you, I’m going to wrap myself around you.” She smiled, hugging herself close to him, placing her head on his shoulder and draping her leg over his, her hand in the trail of hair from his navel to his extremely well-endowed manhood.

  “I like that the curtains match the carpet. Very sexy,” she purred, as she caressed his stomach. A deep chuckle came from his chest. “What, you think I dyed my hair this color?”

  She shrugged; her hand went down a little further feeling his now soft cock. “Angel?” He groaned as her fingertip went to the tip, feeling the metal circle. “I thought I saw a glimpse of silver. I can’t tell you how that turns me on,” she whispered, kissing the side of his chest. “Everything about you I find extremely sexy.”

  He rolled on top of her. “Are you on birth control?”

  She shook her head. “I can’t take birth control, it makes me sick.”

  “Any kind of birth control?”

  “The hormones are too much for my body.”

  “Angel, as much as I want you touching me with those sexy needy hands of yours, if you don’t stop I’m not going to be able to stop myself from having you again. And the thought of being deep inside you with nothing on is getting me so fucking turned on right now I can barely think straight,” he whispered to her. Addison giggled her rusty giggle.

  “You don’t work tomorrow, right?”

  “Yeah, I’m off. We’re playing tomorrow night. Are you going to be there?”

  “Angel, I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.

  She stiffened, thinking of all the times she was going to miss him, and all the groupies who were going to be throwing themselves at him.

  “Hey, I can tell you’re freakin’ over something, what’s going on?”

  She shook her head as they made themselves comfortable again, and he held her close to his side. “Hey, put that sexy leg back on me.” So she did.

  “Addison, tell me what’s making you upset.”

  “I’m going to miss you playing. You won’t have your girlfriend waiting for you when you’re done.”

  “That’s what’s bothering you? Andy doesn’t have Tia there all the time either, but he just has a beer and talks with us, waiting for her to get off.”

  “But I work all the time, Win. It won’t be the same for us, I’m not going to be around, when we’re out I’m going to get paged to come in. Are you sure you can handle something like that?”
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  “Angel, I have seen what time you come home. I’ve also seen you get up after three hours of sleep and head back to work. I want to be the guy picking your sexy ass up, the one who gets to have you all to himself when you’re not saving someone’s life.”

  She hugged him close to her. “Just promise me one thing?”

  “Anything, angel,” he murmured sleepily.

  “If you find that this is too difficult for you, or when I tell you everything about me and you’re not sure if you can handle it…just tell me. Please don’t have me walk in on you with another woman.”

  His arms stiffened. “Addison Reade, I’m not going to cheat on you. We’ll deal with your past when we’ve secured our future, okay, angel?”

  “Okay, Winston Malloye,”she whispered, and he kissed the side of her head.

  “Night, angel.”

  “Night, playboy.”

  Chapter 10

  Addison had been seeing Win for just about six months. For the first time in almost two years she could honestly say she was happy once again. Winston was so damn sexy, and she loved that he could stay home and watch a movie, just as well as getting dressed up and going dancing. It felt wonderful to live among normal people once again.

  She had completely fallen head over heels in love with Winston. That was something she’d never thought she’d be able to do again…fall in love. Since she was ten years old it had always been Jimmy. Even when she couldn’t stand the sight of him, it was Jimmy. But now…

  Addison was asleep in her bed when she heard the front door open and then slam shut. She looked over at her clock, seeing she could sleep three more hours, so cuddled herself back into bed, getting comfortable, when the moaning started in. Margie was talking loudly as she mauled Rex, and Rex was laughing, saying what he going to do to her when he got her in the bedroom.

  Addison pulled her pillow out from under her, placing it over her head. But when the moaning started to penetrate the damn walls, she tried to stuff the material in her ears. She groaned when Rex started talking again.

  She got up from the bed still half asleep, grabbed her pillow and walked out her bedroom door. She made a quick pit stop at Margie’s door, giving it a good bang with her fist. “Hey! Some of us are trying to sleep here! And I don’t need a play by play of what you’re going to do to her, Rex… Just do it, damn it,” she mumbled, walking away, hearing them laugh at her.

  She came to Win’s front door, pillow in hand, and knocked. South answered it, looking down at her. “Ad, you don’t need to knock, just come in, sweetheart,” he told her, but she just stumbled over the doorstep and to the couch, placing her pillow down and falling onto it.

  “Who the hell is this, South?” asked an angry female, and Addison groaned.

  “Shut the hell up, Trish. This is Win’s girlfriend.”

  Footsteps came up to her and she could feel South next to her. “Hey, shouldn’t you be sleeping in your own bed?” he asked her, moving some hair out of her face.

  “I was trying to, but Marge came in with Rex. I’ve never heard a man talk so much before having sex. It was like he was commentating, giving me play by play what he was going to do to her. I’m going to take your clothes off, off, off. Now let me grab your tit, tit, tit. I’m going to lick your slit, slit, slit and make you cum… hut, hut, hike!” she mumbled, and South laughed.

  “And he is the loudest damn moaner I’ve ever heard! I think I’m going to give Marge a roll of duck tape for when he comes over.” She yawned. “South, it came through my door and the pillow I was trying to smother myself with. I think only death would have stopped it.”

  “Oh shit, Ad, you’re too funny!” He laughed, pulling her up from the couch. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s put you in Win’s bed. He lost the flip, so he had to close up today after work.”

  “Hey South, I’m still here!” Trish yelled.

  “Just go wait in the room. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  Ad groaned. “I don’t remember if you’re a moaner or not. Just play the quiet game for me, would ya,” she told South as he took her to Win’s room.

  “What the hell, South? You screwed her?” Trish yelled at him.

  “No, I was going to screw him but I passed out. No fault of his, I assure you, I was dead tired. I’m sure he’s great!” Addison mumbled back to her.

  “Okay, let’s get you to lay down,” he whispered in her ear. She could hear that he was trying not to laugh.

  “What? I’m sure you’re fabulous,” she said as her eyes closed.

  He opened Win’s door, and she made it to his bed, literally falling into it. “You have very loose lips when you’re exhausted, did you know that?” he told her, moving some hair out of her face from where her head hit the pillow.

  “Sorry, I’ll zip ’em now.”

  ***

  Win came into the apartment with an arm full of groceries. He heard grunting coming from South’s room. “Shit, South! Hurry up, I’m not bringing up all the shit because you’re getting a piece!” he yelled, walking into the kitchen and putting the bags on the counter.

  He heard mumbling and was going to head out to get more groceries when he saw Addison’s pillow on the couch. Then his head whipped to South’s door again, where he heard the headboard hitting the wall.

  He was seeing red. All he could think of was that South had somehow talked Addison into going to bed with him. He knew she had had a crush on both of them, but he was sure she’d chosen him!

  The bed was hitting the wall harder and he could hear a soft moan come from South’s room, and all he could think was that South was touching what was his! He was going to hurt him, really fucking hurt him, as he stormed down the hall and burst into South’s room with a look of death on his face.

  A high-pitched scream echoed through the apartment as the woman South was screwing tried to pull up the covers to hide her exposed body from him. “What the fuck, Win!” South yelled, as he turned over to see who’d barged into his room.

  He just stood there, his heart racing, trying to calm down. He had the worst fucking scenario running through his mind when he came into South’s room, but what he was expecting to see and what he found were completely different.

  Addison opened his bedroom door, running over to him. She looked at South, who looked uncomfortable under her gaze, and then at Win. “Win, what are you doing?” she asked, confused, pulling on his arm to get him out of the bedroom. “Come on, let’s shut the door and leave them alone.”

  Win looked down and saw his angel in one of his old t-shirts he’d given her to sleep in. The weight that lifted from his shoulders at the sight of her was immense. The breath he didn’t even realize he was holding, he let go. He scooped her up into his arms, turning quickly without an apology to South, took her to his room, and slammed the door behind him.

  He sat on the edge of the bed with Addison straddling his lap, and for the first time he really knew he was in love. Not the kind of love that you can say carelessly, like a goodbye. No, this was the burning kind of love that can make a man do crazy things.

  “Hey, what’s up with you?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “Nothing, angel,” he told her, the truth of what he felt hitting like a bat to the heart.

  “No, not nothing, Win. You looked like you were going to rip South’s head off. And I think you gave the girl he’s with a heart attack. Thank goodness I’m a doctor.” She smiled at him, taking his face in her hands. “Now tell me what made you go in there?”

  “I thought you were in the room with South.”

  “Why would I be in his room, when I have my own playboy?” she asked lightly, kissing his lips.

  “I don’t know. I heard him in his room, and then I saw your pillow on the sofa…and I lost it.”

  She sighed, running her fingers through his hair, then went to the scruff on his face. “Okay. Well, let’s get this straight between us. I don’t cheat. I know how that feels, to be cheated on, so if I’m no
t happy or want to end things, I will come out and tell you. You’ll never have to wonder if I’m with someone else.”

  He grabbed her up in his arms, kissing her, then picked her up and placed her underneath him. “But that’s not going to happen, is it.”

  “No, it’s not, playboy.” She looked at his piercing in his lip, and bit her own.

  “You like my piercing, angel?” he smiled cockily at her. He loved how she looked at him.

  Her eyes became hooded and in the soft light of the lamp they looked a dark purple. “I really love all your piercings, playboy.”

  “Yeah? Well I like seeing you in my shirt,” he told her, running his hand underneath the hem.

  “I like your shirt too, it smells like you,” she whispered, running her hand through his hair once more.

  “Let’s see if you have anything under this shirt of mine?” He lifted the shirt, exposing her generous chest.

  He groaned when he kissed her nipple. “You have got the best set of tits I’ve ever seen!” he told her as he pulled one into his mouth.

  She gasped, as her body shivered and her hands grabbed into his hair. Her legs fell open, letting him rub his erection up against her. “I have to be at work in an hour and a half, and I really should eat before I go in today,” she moaned.

  Her hands went to his t-shirt, pulling it off. He let go of her nipple as the shirt went over his head. “Are you saying we don’t have time for me to enjoy your body before you leave?”

  She was undoing the buckle to his jeans, when she smiled up at him. “I think I can spare a couple minutes. But there are other ways we can enjoy each other, and it might be even a little kinky.”

  “Oh angel, I am all about kinky,” he growled.

  “I really like…” but she stopped.

  “Oh now you’re just being cruel. Tell me.”

  “I really like sixty-nines…if that’s okay with you?”