Red Hot Bikers, Rock Stars and Bad Boys

by Cassia Leo

  “What Molly incident? I have no clue what you mean. And Nina’s not a beast. She’s always been nice to me.”

  “Right. Keep on believing that. Trust me, she’s a walking spike, waiting to skewer naïve victims, and that two-faced dragon lady only fakes nice to get what she wants.”

  I sneered and said, “Hmm, yeah. Seems she’s not the only two-faced one in the building,” before storming away in utter confusion. Molly incident? What the hell did that mean? Whatever. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was trying to fix this disaster for Itchy Fringe. Now I just needed to convince Danny and Co. to join forces with me and Momentum. The band desperately needed the boost. Plus, being a part-time employee here would only get that me much closer to no longer being Danny’s baggage or a lump of dead weight he unfairly got stuck with, all thanks to my wretched womb loaner.

  Maybe then … I could just be … his.

  His. Danny Zane’s.

  How delightfully terrifying and amazing would that be?

  To be his.

  * * *

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Danny

  Finally home from the hospital and satiated from a fabulous Alexa-prepared dinner, I was so thankful for food that didn’t taste like paste. Even with the salt and pepper packets, two days of maybe-meat and veggies was more than I could take.

  Rubbing my aching neck, I peered out the window of my library to see if the press was dissipating yet. Nope. Didn’t look like it. Though almost sunset, vultures were still milling about, waiting to shove a mic into my face for a comment. I guess it was good that anybody still cared about my rapidly imploding band.

  Holding my arm cast with a wince, I left the room of old books I’ve been collecting and walked into the theater where Alexa was lounging and looking hot.

  “It’s no surprise your arm’s giving you hell. You have a few Percs left. Take ’em, idiot. Why suffer?”

  “It’s not that bad. Shut up. My neck and upper back is what’s really killing me now.”

  “Same fix still applies.” She sat up from her sprawl and spread her legs with her feet on the floor. She wiggled back into the cushion to make room for me. “Sit down then. I can give you a massage. That’ll help a tiny bit. You know mine are the best.”

  “True.” I laughed because she was so right. “All right,” I caved with a clenched jaw. “Fine. I’ll let you work your magic. Don’t go easy on me either. Do it the way you always do. It hurts at first, but it helps in the end and loosens everything up.”

  “Oh, I’ll make you scream for mercy, Danny. Don’t worry about that.”

  I laughed and sat my ass down on the couch between her legs, and she squeezed her sexy thighs against mine, making me groan in delight.

  She gasped when I let out a quiet moan. “This is turning you on, Danny? I was seriously trying to be professional about this.”

  “Yeah right.”

  She slid her hands up the back of my shirt and slowly scratched at my hot flesh with her nails. “I was! If I wanted to turn you on,” she said, sliding her hands to front of me, “then I’d do something more like this.” Still reaching under fabric, she grabbed at my carved pecs and rubbed my nipples with delicate fingertips. She swooped her touch down, then traced the ridges of my six-pack abs and hooked fingers into my waistband. “And probably this.”

  I sucked air through my teeth as she planted kisses all over my upper back.

  “Bad girl. Quit it.”

  She peeled my shirt off, gingerly working it over my cast, then sailed it to the floor in a ball. “In a minute.”

  I gasped when I felt her peeling her own off too. She tossed her shirt to meet mine in a discard pile and pressed her warm, naked breasts against my back. She was braless the whole time? Fucking braless?

  “Mmm. Nice.”

  “Yeah, thought you’d like that. I’ve never given you this kind of rubdown before.” She rubbed her luscious tits on me as her hands worked at my neck knots with hard, rough grinding that dug right in there. I winced and groaned.

  “Is that too hard?”

  “Mmm.” I grabbed her hand and forced it onto my throbbing package. “Is that too hard?”

  She laughed. “Nope. Who’s being bad now? That feels perfectly glorious and fuck-worthy to me. Sorry. I truly am trying to help you out, Danny. You’re the one with a mind that’s always in the gutter.”

  “You are the one rubbing boobs on me. You’re not exactly the epitome of innocence here, Alexa.

  A soft giggle escaped and that cracked me up.

  “Ah, your nipples feel so smooth and soft on my skin. Damn. If I weren’t in such agony, I’d fuck you senseless right now or squish those delicious mounds together and fuck them and jizz my pearls all over your face and neck.”

  “Yum. Another time’ll work for that. You can nail me however you want. Your cast should be off by the time I get back. We can pound parts and get kinky then.”

  “Uh huh. Really looking forward to that.”

  “Me too.” She slowed down and stopped using her nipples to perk my senses. She dropped down to all seriousness and worked gentle, rolling thumbs up and down my neck and across my tight trapezius.

  I hummed and relaxed into her massage because my muscles, pleading for some unwinding, trumped my near-erection’s call for relief.

  “So … um,” her hot breaths whisked down my back like feathers,” with kink, since we’re on that subject, that means you’re into BDSM or somethin’ right?”

  “Yep. I like the freedom to experiment in kinky ways.”

  She let out a breath of joy like she was so relieved to hear that. “Oh … good.”

  That response quickened my pulse. She wasn’t just saying all the right things to get access to my cock. She wanted it as much as I did. “Good? All depends on your perspective. I wanna do stuff like bondage and discipline, sensation play, roleplay, things like that. I also like the power exchange aspect of it all. It’s so hot to me. I want to watch a woman get delirious at simply waiting in whatever pose I say, waiting with bated breath for me to make a move or speak. Being in control like that just … stirs up something primal and visceral within my being. I want to explore all that desire, and I’m not really sure where it will take me, which is scary but thrilling at the same time. The longing I’ve expressed in some songs isn’t fake.”

  “What about a Dom/sub thing, like a lifestyle concept? You into that?”

  “Um, I don’t know if I want that in everyday life. In the bedroom I want it, but since it currently sits untested, I’ll have to get back to you. Britt was certainly not a willing participant, did not want to go there, and I freaked her out.”

  She slapped me between my shoulder blades. “Well, your ex is a bitch. I told you that. She was never nice to me, not even once, not even in a fake way. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get frisky and wild. Lots of people do it.”

  My stomach dropped and I bit my lip with dread. “Have you?”

  “No. Not yet. But I’ve been curious too. And honestly, it was your songs that made me curious and piqued my interest.”

  “Hmm. That’s good to know.”

  “Yep. Danny, I know your head feels like a hammer pounded it for days, but wanna snuggle while we watch Lord of the Rings for the millionth time?”

  “Yeah, sure. Grab me a beer. And some popcorn too.”

  “Baby.”

  “Brat.”

  “I know you’re injured, but I’m not gonna wait on you hand and foot. This is my last full day home.”

  “It was a simple request, Lex. I’ll fucking get it myself.” I stood to get up but made it look like sheer agony.

  “No, stop! Sit down, you freak! I’ll get it. I’m just saying, I am not your slave.”

  “No, not yet. What’s the point of having a slave if I can’t get blowjobs.”

  She laughed. “Just say the word, Danny, and I’ll strip off those jeans too and go at ya.”

  “Yeah, you would, no doubt, but my upper head f
eels like it might explode too with the slightest bit of pressure or stress.”

  “Aww, too bad.” She bit her pouty lip. “Um, are you really serious about the slavery thing? Do you really want a slave?”

  I did get up from the couch, even though it hurt every muscle in my body. If she dared to lie, her eyes would tell me the truth. When I got up to her, I clutched her face. “I don’t want a slave; I want you as my slave, for one day. I crave to be Master of your everything for one stinking day. When I was lying in my bed in total anguish, I could see how thrilled you were at my command, and it eased my pain a little. You’re my new drug, Alexa Louise, and I’m yours. There’s nothing in this world that’s hotter to me than the thought of owning you and having complete say and control over you. I’ve never been able to get you to do anything before this week. Now, I’d bet my entire fortune, I could get you to do every damn thing I want.”

  “Probably.” She trembled in my grip and breath seeped out of her open mouth like a quiet ghost howl.

  I clutched her between the legs and stuck my lips on her ear. “I know. Yeah, I bet that pussy is wet for my proposition.” I massaged her and she melted down on my grabby ministrations. “And it is a proposition. Will you give up that much control, Lex, and be my slave for one day?”

  I kissed her lips slowly and bit the bottom one. I pulled it down and let go and it hit her top lip with a ‘bloop’.

  “I think so. I’d do absolutely anything to be yours. How do you know, Danny?”

  “Know what?”

  “What I crave. How do you know so precisely?”

  I could tell her about my keen ability to read women’s desires through their body language, but I simply said, “Your eyes just told me that I was dead right.”

  She blinked rapidly and ripped her gaze away.

  I bopped her chin with my curled index finger. “It’s okay.”

  “No, no, it’s not. This is just so messed up. It’s weird. It’s so weird. We were just arguing at Christmas break about you bossing me around, and now we’re talking about sexual slavery and me giving you the power and right to do it? And if you hadn’t gotten into that crash, I would already know what you feel like deep inside, as well as the things you like to say when you’re driving in with steady thrusts.”

  “Mmm. It’s what you want though, right? All of that? That’s sure as hell what I want.”

  She spun away and waved her hands as she spoke. “Yes. I said that. I’m not only highly considering it; the slave thing, I think it’s the hottest thing imaginable. It is. And I don’t know why. Err. I hate my own body and head right now. I don’t want to want you this badly and I don’t want to be all cool with giving you control, all the control, but it … honestly … turns me on like nothing else. Nothing.”

  I walked around to face her again. “It’s okay. At least I know I’m not freakish all on my own. At least you want me too. And you want to play where no one else has dared to with me.”

  “Yeah, but you’re not the one surrendering. You’d be the one taking charge and commanding. Uh, ohmygod, just saying that and thinking about it makes me weak. I’m so fucked up.”

  “I have no problem giving you a turn. We can be fucked up together, however we desire. Seriously, Lex, who even has to know what we do or don’t and who’s going to judge? Who’s going to give a fuck what you like or not? You only need to please yourself.” I laughed and added, “And me.”

  She embraced me and set her soft lips on my pecs, which made me jerk and emit a quick, loud breath. I wasn’t expecting her sweet tits against my skin and they felt so soft and warm. Her lips too. My arm felt clumsy and heavy in my cast, and I couldn’t put any pressure on it anyway without falling into a whimpering snail’s curl, so I just left it limp at my side and held her with the other one around her lower back. She gripped me tightly and kissed me all over above the waist, working her way up my neck and, mmm, ears, and finally parked at my mouth with a sensual amount of pressure.

  I slid my tongue in through her lips and swirled it around hers and she pulled me in at each thrust. It was such a simple, sexy thing, but of the dozens of girls I’ve made out with, not even one of them sucked my tongue like this, and the beautiful movement and silky, strong pulls stiffened me almost instantly. Sparks still sizzled in my loins, and I wanted to lay her down and fuck her and expel some of the firestorm of frustration that was whirling in my abdomen and clenching it up.

  I ripped away from her, ending it all because I couldn’t take it another second of this bliss. “Stop this! Go get my damn snack and beer.”

  “Um, okay.” She blinked away tears at my sudden pivot from ecstasy. “Sorry for that. Sit down and get comfortable and I’ll get us a blanket. We can chill out.”

  “Nah, I think I’ll just watch by myself.”

  “What!” she said like an arrow, spearing into my heart. Anger in her eyes was replaced with deep sorrow that squeezed my heart, making my chest literally hurt. I couldn’t stand to see that kind of pain in her, never mind be the source of it. “You don’t want me around you?”

  “No, that’s the problem. I want you around me, gripping so tight, slicking up, sliding up and down. And I can’t … my head’s just—a pile of shit.”

  “I’ll be good, Danny. I swear. Please?” She laced her fingers together like she was praying to me. I liked her worship. Hot. “Let me watch a movie with you?”

  “Put your fucking shirt back on then. And mine. That’s a start. Snuggling clothed would be world’s better than half-naked. I can’t handle your amazing body. Seeing you like this makes me want to maul your boobs and pound things into your sexy crevices until you scream.”

  She smirked, clearly feeling better. She redressed us and left to get my goodies. When she came back, she brought a blanket too, and we snuggled in the reclined seats under that. But it was dumb to be back in shirts because a quarter of the way through the movie, we were stroking up inside fabric. My skin sang at her touch that volleyed from angel-wing flutters to tiger-claw grabs that seized flesh with hunger. My face warmed as she massaged my pecs with sure fingers. I kept dreading her hand slide every time it went to my navel. I wanted to just shove her hand into my jeans, but my head was already aching just with the light stimulation.

  We made out the rest of the movie, diving up shirts and me down the back of her jeans, grabbing her ass in such a way that urged her to masturbate against my rigidity.

  “Fuck.” Out of breath, I suddenly moved my broken arm and shoved her over my lap with a rough grab on her scalp, and she yelped and gasped in shock each time I fired a hard smack to her turned up rump with my left hand. “Be good. Stop that. You’re driving me crazy.” Even though it was my weaker hand, she respected my order to behave with furious nodding. When I jerked her head back up and repositioned her next to me, she had to keep dragging her curving lips back down into a straight line. Her breaths were now quicker and she was shaking against me. She liked me spanking her? Errr, nice.

  She could’ve easily brought up the very true fact that I was seizing her naked ass in her jeans just as she decided to get wickedly dirty on my junk, but she left the blame all on herself. “Okay. Sorry ’bout that, Danny.”

  We nestled back together, no longer kissing or stroking under clothes. However, fingers dancing over palms and intertwining still stirred up arousal in my gut. Everything about touching Alexa was heaven and fireworks and lollipops to the soul.

  “Danny, um, have you reconsidered what I said yesterday about the band working with Momentum? The things people are saying are so awful and getting worse by the day. You need help. You can’t do it alone.”

  I let out a groan. “I still find it fucked-up. You know I hate yielding to others.”

  “But …IF desperately needs the help now. At least talk to Matty and see what he says. I’d like to be able to give Nina an answer before I head back tomorrow. We can set up a meeting for this week. You need to get a jump on this before the trash heap of negativity buries you
guys completely and forever.”

  “Uh, I hate this shit. Hate it.”

  “I know. But you’ve spent all this time taking care of me, and I want to return the favor. I don’t like all your music, that’s true, but I’ve always admired your tenacity and drive anyway. It’s bad enough you got dropped by your label, and I don’t want to see everything get stripped away with this girl’s awful death on top of that.”

  “They’re calling us lady killers. It is all my fault she’s dead, that she died like that, speared in the chest and stomach. Um, she was holding onto what was nearest to her, and that happened to be my junk. She was squeezing the life out of my nuts, keeping me in brutal agony, when the bus started careening off-road. I haven’t told a soul,” I lowered my voice and said, “but … I pushed her. I grabbed her hand to break her off me and shoved her right when we hit that damn tree and she went flying through the glass. It’s all my fault she’s dead. Everyone else survived. Fuck.” The anguish overwhelming in my chest popped tears out of my eyes that bounced down my face. I brushed them away with a smear.

  “It’s not your fault, Danny. Puck was the idiot driver who did this. It was just a series of unfortunate events and bad timing. You didn’t know you were about to crash into a tree, right?”

  “No, but … a girl is fucking dead, a girl I pushed, and no amount of spin can erase that fact.”

  “So what were you supposed to do? Just put up with pain in your nuts? You did what any guy would’ve done in that case. Trust me, Danny, it is not your fault. It is Puck’s.”

  The weight of her death was so heavy on me, I curled up into Alexa, wanting to drift up into her soft skin and hide in her bosom forever.

  She ran her hand down the back of my aching head and stroked my hair. “It’s not your fault. I promise. Don’t beat yourself up over it. It was a bus crash, and none of it would’ve happened if Puck hadn’t been smashed. It’ll be okay. I’ll make everything okay. The first thing you need to do is publically cut that idiot off. Drop him like a hot coal.”