The Girl of Diamonds and Rust (The Half Shell Series Book 3)

by Unknown

  After settling back down on the couch, I wrap a comforter around me. Life isn’t bad here. It’s not exactly good either. It’s just different.

  ~~~

  Hands gently shake me. My eyes fly open. Neil is standing above me and the room is filled with mid-morning light.

  “Fuck, why’d you wait up for me?” he asks, a not fully concealed edge to his voice. “I told you not to.”

  I yawn and toss the blanket off me. “I didn’t wait up. I fell asleep out here.”

  Neil starts walking to the bedroom. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. Let me sleep until dinnertime. We’ve got the sendoff on the road party tonight that Ernie put together and I’m really not in the mood for it. Let me sleep today.”

  The door shuts before I can answer him. Crap, what was that all about? Everything about him screams that he wants to be left alone, but I follow Neil to the bathroom anyway. He’s already in the shower when I get there, clothes in the hamper and steam on the mirror.

  I ease up to sit on the edge of the vanity counter. “Have you just been walking all this time?”

  “Pretty much,” is his abrupt response through the shower glass.

  “Is anything wrong?”

  “Nothing is wrong, Chrissie. Just because I do something without you doesn’t mean there is something wrong.”

  My cheeks flush from that one. “Good to know. I’ll try to remember that one.” I say it deliberately silly and Neil laughs.

  He opens the shower door and peeks out at me, his green eyes smiling. “I love you, Chrissie. Now go away and let me shower.”

  I laugh, tossing a towel at him. “Wouldn’t you rather have me in the shower?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

  “Not today. Any day, all days, but not today.”

  The shower door closes. He starts to wash himself there, and seeing him through the blurring glass of the door, touching himself there, lathering himself there, knowing what he’s doing yet not seeing it clearly enough, gets me extremely hot.

  I’m about to take off my shirt and panties when the water shuts off and the door opens. Neil grabs a towel, rubbing it across his head, then swiping his body before wrapping it around his hips.

  I don’t know why I ask it, but I do. “Where did you go last night?”

  Neil looks up, startled. “I told you. For a walk.”

  “Until 10 in the morning, Neil? You expect me to buy that one?”

  I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he tosses the towel onto the counter and walks from the room.

  “Fuck, Chrissie. Are you really going to start getting jealous now? After all I’ve been through with you, now is when you decide you can’t trust me and start becoming jealous? Is that what you’re telling me?”

  Of course, the way he says it makes me sound stupid. I follow him to the bedroom and pause just inside the doorway. Neil is already in bed, lying on his back. He stares at me. I stare at him.

  Neil starts to laugh, shaking his head at me. “Jeez, Chrissie, I can’t believe you got jealous. But you are so cute when you get princess-ape-shit jealous.”

  He laughs harder and I glare at him. “I’m not jealous. I did not get anything close to princess-ape-shit jealous.”

  He turns onto his side, his cheek resting in his palms, his soft green eyes bright with humor. “Yes, you did. Admit it. You’re jealous.” His expression changes into sweet Neil. “I kind of like it. You being possessive and jealous for a change.” Then comes a subtle darkening of his gaze, and I feel it there. “It’s a fucking turn-on to see you be jealous over me for a change. Why don’t you come back to bed for a while? You should probably sleep, too. We have a long night tonight.”

  “I don’t want to because you’re being a jerk and you won’t answer me. Worse, you’re making fun of me and I hate that.”

  That came out more peevish than I wanted it to, but it makes Neil’s eyes gleam more. I wonder if I am starting to feel a touch possessive and jealous over him. He certainly thinks so and he’s enjoying it.

  Glaring at him, I sink down on the bed, sitting on my knees, close to him without touching him.

  “You’re such a conceited jerk,” I murmur, tight-lipped. “Do you get jealous over me?”

  He eases back against the pillow, hair pushed out of his face by his palm, his gaze serious and tender. “All the time.”

  I lie on my side, facing him. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

  His laughter is not of humor. It is more a rattling of exasperation. “How could you not fucking know that? I think of you all the time when we’re not together. I get jealous when I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re the first girl I’ve ever felt this way about.”

  My brows hitch upward in my forehead. “Really?”

  He nods. It sounds like fluff, the kind of thing you say to a girl to put to rest questions you don’t want to answer, and yet Neil is never anything less than honest with me and in my center, in a sweetly warming way, it feels like the truth.

  “You didn’t feel that way about your ex?” I whisper cautiously, since it is territory we don’t discuss very often.

  His eyes lock on mine. “You are the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about.”

  Second surprise. Things were intense with his ex-girlfriend. A lot of shitty history. Neil beat up Andy Despensa and put him in the hospital for fucking her. None of this makes sense, him claiming I’m the only girl he’s ever been jealous over, but instinct tells me he’s not lying.

  I mold into his side, resting my head on his shoulder, and ease forward to kiss him on the chest. My hand starts gliding across his abdomen, then lower, lower.

  Neil adjusts me against his side. “I’m tired, Chrissie. Let me sleep.”

  I brush him there. “You are also really hard, Neil.”

  A rough, frustrated laugh. “I always get hard when you touch me. Doesn’t always mean I want sex.”

  I stroke him lightly and he groans. I peek up at him. “No?”

  He looks down at me. “Why don’t you kiss him,” he whispers, “and put us both to sleep smiling?”

  Oh yuck, not that again. Why do all guys want that? I continue the caresses, playing with his cock in fast little drive-bys, and he melts into my touch but nothing more. He doesn’t move into me. He doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t touch me. Unfortunately, every time I stroke his erection I get a little hotter and anxious in my flesh.

  I stare down at it, running my hand up and down the length. I’ve never done it before. Crap, I don’t even know how, but something in how Neil is luxuriating in me stroking him makes me kind of want to do it.

  A first. Something sexually I haven’t done first with Alan. Something that’s just mine and Neil’s. He twitches in my fingers and cautiously I take him in my mouth. His entire body jerks in surprise and he opens his eyes, watching as I run my lips up the length of him. I pause at the tip and his penis swells and pulses in my palm. I kiss it lightly and run my tongue around it. I watch the changing lines of his face and I can feel him tightening there.

  I place my lips around him and his eyes close, his fingers coming to my hair. I suck harder. He groans. Then I tease him with my tongue and swallow him fully.

  I still.

  “Don’t stop,” he says through ragged breaths. I suck harder, flicking with my tongue, and his hips pulse in the rhythm of my motion.

  I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, moving me up and down on him faster, then he guides my hand back to the length of him, wanting me to stroke and suck him. It’s such a turn-on, the feeling of my power over Neil in this, his uncharacteristic selfishness, the way he is just taking what I’m giving and not offering a thing to relieve the ache in my body.

  I suck harder, pushing him deeper.

  “Chrissie…” He moans. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come in your mouth.” But even as he says that, I feel his body flexing within my hands, his face tightening as he thrusts into my mouth.

  He cries out, spilling into my mouth,
his hand clutching my head there and I still. I don’t know what to do with it. Do I spit it out? Before I can figure it out, I swallow on reflex. His hand drops away from me and my mouth leaves him. I kiss my way slowly up until I’m curled against him again. I kiss the underside of his jaw. It wasn’t an act I thought I would enjoy, but I did. There is something in how Neil looks, his closed-eyed pleased expression that makes me feel really good about sharing this for the first time with him.

  His eyes open and he kisses me. “I love you.”

  I’m a little embarrassed over having done that and more than a little pleased with how he looks like I did it well. I sink my teeth into my lower lip. “Are you both smiling now?”

  Neil rolls his eyes, but his smile deepens. “Oh, definitely.” He turns on his side into me and runs the tip of an index finger along the line of my cheek. “Why did you do that? You never want to give me a blow job.”

  I stare up at him. “Was it OK?”

  He groans in pleasure. “Definitely OK. You can kiss him any time you want to.”

  I crinkle my nose at him. “Don’t get carried away, Neil.”

  He kisses my shoulder. “I need sleep. Go to sleep.”

  I’m not tired, but I lie in the wrap of his body, listening to his breathing changes. I stare at his face, the softened features, the unkempt waves of hair. There are moments when we are together that I love Neil in a way that is sweetly painful.

  I touch my lips against his chest. I wish I loved him in this sweetly painful way in more than just moments. I wish it were always. I’m not there yet, but the moments are good. They make me feel less anxious about this road I’m on with Neil. I try really hard to love him the way that I want to love him, but I only get moments here and there. But today it is enough.

  ~~~

  Ernie Levine knows how to throw a party, I’ll give him that.

  I lean back against the bar on the far side of the room and stare into the club. The walls vibrate from the thundering music, loud chatter and laughter. The bodies are packed in to the point that the dance floor is suffocating.

  Everyone is here. The Seattle bands who are famous and in town. The Seattle bands who are not famous. And the bands that are the buzz and in the process of breaking, like Arctic Hole. Blending with them are the famous, the not, the trendy and the weird. The strange mix of personalities that makes up the music industry everywhere, even in Seattle.

  There is also quite a bit of press. More than I care for.

  I take a sip of my drink. Ernie threw a nice publicity party for the guys, but it doesn’t make me like him any better. He’s just another opportunistic music industry insider, signing up bands, looting the creative talent in Seattle, hoping to strike a big payday with another Nirvana or Pearl Jam. He doesn’t know what the fuck the guys are about or how to manage them. No wonder it’s taking the band so long to break.

  My gaze shifts to Terry Moore. Ernie should have pressed the label for a better record producer than Terry. I could produce Neil and the band better.

  I hear knuckles rapping against the wood bar behind me. I turn to look over my shoulder.

  “Do you want another drink, Miss?”

  I set down my glass. “Chardonnay.”

  I turn back around and my eyes fix on Neil. The band—Neil, Josh, Les Wilson, Nate Kassel, and Pat Larsen—are clustered together on sofas, the guys bizarrely looking exactly like they do killing time in the apartment. Only here they are surrounded by girls. Fawning, wooing girls, more than overtly making advances on the guys. Pat Larsen’s girlfriend is furious and hovering over him, sitting on the arm of the couch, looking like she’s going to kick in the face of the next girl who comes near him. The guys have been kissed, touched, pulled and propositioned more tonight that I’ve ever seen before. I quietly slipped out of the circle surrounding them after the first twenty minutes here.

  I smile, though this probably shouldn’t make me smile. Neil just looks so grossly uncomfortable being the center of the universe, surrounded and pulled on. It’s so cute how frequently he looks at me to make sure he’s not in trouble.

  My gaze softens as it meets Neil’s. I feel the smile in his eyes in my center. He looks miserable. I know he wants me over there with him. I know he’s worried that this is pissing me off, but I am not pissed. I just needed a breather from the damn thing.

  Come here, Neil mouths.

  I shake my head.

  Not a chance, I mouth in his direction.

  He gives me an exasperated look.

  I toss him a pout.

  Laughing, I turn back to the bar and grab my wine. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and look up to find that gross guy who has been staring at me all night, now next to me.

  He leans forward. “Hi.”

  I smile stiffly in a perfect rich-girl-not-interested Rene kind of way and shift my gaze back to Neil. In a moment, the guy wanders off and I’m relieved, though I do feel badly over my rudeness. I’ve never felt comfortable with guys hitting on me. It’s better to simply make them disappear quickly.

  I down a hefty swallow of my wine. Crap, it’s got to be after 2 a.m. When are things going to start shutting down here? We leave early in the morning on the road. A little alone time with Neil would be a really good thing since we’re going to be trapped the majority of the time in a tour bus with the rest of the guys.

  I toss down the remainder of my wine and set down the glass on the bar. Maybe I’ll just leave. I really want to get out of here…

  “How does it feel to know everyone here wants to fuck him?”

  Everyone here. Oh the wording, it could only belong to one person in Seattle. The surface of my skin begins to crawl. What the hell is he doing here? I turn and come face-to-face with Andy Despensa. Shit.

  “I’m sure every girl here wants him. Neil is an incredible guy.” I manage to say that in a way that conveys without saying it that Andy isn’t an incredible guy.

  His eyes bore into me. “He is an incredible guy. But you know that firsthand. Don’t you?”

  Something about his voice makes me want to vomit. His eyes shift to Neil. Fuck, what an asshole. I can’t believe they used to be friends. Why would Neil hang around with a jerkoff like Andy Despensa? Even if they did grow up together in Santa Barbara, he would have made my list of people in my life to lose quickly.

  “You stay away from me,” I hiss. “There is nothing you could ever say that I would ever want to hear.”

  Andy arches a brow. “Are you sure about that, Chrissie? I think we should have a long talk someday.”

  It feels as though I’ve just been taunted and threatened at once. My cheeks redden against my will.

  “Fuck you,” I snap, and I move quickly from the bar and away from Andy.

  As I make my way around the dance floor to Neil, I’m fuming inside and, oddly, somewhat internally messy simultaneously. God, what a weird reaction to being in close proximity to a jerk.

  Maybe it’s just knowing Andy’s history with Neil. But Andy Despensa had a way of automatically stirring a reaction in me before I knew anything about him. Even that first night in ’89, before Neil and I were a couple, when Andy had done nothing but watch us dance together at Peppers, I’d felt it this way, all at once, out of nowhere. Prickly skin. Shuddering emotions. A flashing, instinctive reaction in me.

  I’ve never instantly disliked anyone the way I instantly disliked Andy.

  I push my way through the circle surrounding the guys, and sit on the arm of the sofa, planting my feet on Neil’s thigh. His fingers close around my feet and he smiles up at me.

  The smile fades from his face. “What’s wrong?”

  I shake my head and before I can stop myself, I say, “Andy is over there. Who the hell let him into the party?”

  Neil’s eyes flash, alarmed. “Did he talk to you? Was he bugging you, Chrissie?”

  Neil is halfway off the sofa before I realize what a stupid mistake it was to tell him about Andy. I spring to my feet and grab his arm. />
  “He’s not bugging me. I just didn’t want to be on the other side of the room with him.”

  “You’re not lying to me are you, Chrissie? Because if he fucking did anything to upset you—”

  “He didn’t do anything,” I interrupt quickly.

  I stare up at him, then finally Neil starts to relax. I move into his body and kiss him on the jaw.

  “Can we get out of here?” I whisper.

  Neil brushes my lower lip with his thumb. “We can get out of here.” In a low, husky voice he adds, “I am really ready to get out of here with you, Chrissie.”

  His mouth covers mine, and before I realize what he is doing, my body is eased up from the ground until my legs are wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. Neil is kissing me, deep, long and with full tongue, in a very non-Neil way.

  At the exit the kiss breaks, and I look back over Neil’s shoulder to find Andy Despensa staring at me. My insides go cold again. I didn’t see it before this moment, but I suddenly know that I dislike Andy because he hates me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Neil flattens me against the apartment door, his lower body grinding into me, his mouth punishing against mine. He’s been on fire since we left the club, charged with restless adrenaline, and the urgency of his flesh has me boiling from head to toe. He’s not usually like this…I feel him push his cock deeper into me…and I mold into him, moving my body there as I struggle to match the heated thrust of his tongue and the force of his kisses.

  His mouth lifts, and his panting breath, face close to mine, drowns out my own rapid inhales and exhales. He continues to rub his cock into me as he rummages in his pocket for the apartment key.

  “You have no idea how much tonight I’ve been thinking about fucking you,” he whispers against my skin. His hand moves up my bare thigh, under my sundress, and his fingers start teasing me through my panties. “I love the fucking sundresses. I makes it so damn easy to fuck you wherever we are.” His tongue flicks along my shoulder blade. “I stared at you all night, thinking I should take you in the bathroom and fuck you there.”

  He bites my neck and I arch upward into him. Whatever this is I feel in him, it is a freaking turn-on. Maybe he’s just hot after hours of having tits shoved in his face and women kissing and brushing up against him everywhere. Maybe he’s just hot over me. Jeez, who cares what this is? He is going to be crazy Neil in bed tonight and I am totally into crazy Neil in bed.