Broken Road (Limelight Series Book 1)

by Piper Davenport

  Within seconds, I felt Bam’s cock pulsate inside of me and he chuckled as he rolled us onto our sides. “I feel like a fuckin’ teenager.”

  I giggled. “Why?”

  “Because I had to come,” he admitted. “I’ll make that last next time.”

  “I quite enjoyed that, so if you can make it last longer, I’ll probably enjoy it even more.” I kissed the top of his head and grinned. “I hope you have a lot of condoms.”

  His body stilled. “Yeah, baby. I have enough.” He smiled and kissed me before sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom.

  He returned and stood at the edge of the bed wrapping his hands around my thighs. “You on the pill?”

  I leaned up on my elbows. “Yes.”

  “Still gonna use protection until I can show you I’m clean.” He pulled my body down the bed, causing me to fall onto my back again, and sliding my legs over his shoulders.

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  I shifted as his mouth kissed his way down the inside of my left thigh. He gripped both of mine and found my eyes. “Don’t move. Get me?”

  I took a deep breath and bit my lip, dropping my head back to the mattress. He lowered his mouth to my clit and sucked until I couldn’t help myself from bucking my hips. He gripped my thighs tighter and lowered my bottom to the bed, spreading my knees. I whimpered as he sucked harder, slipping a finger inside of me. Without warning, he stood, pulling me further down the bed, and slammed into me. I cried out and arched again.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  “God, no. Harder,” I demanded.

  He grasped my thighs again, holding them against his hips and lifting me slightly as he surged into me. I fisted my hands in the comforter, somewhat unable to do much else because I was anchored to his body. He thrust into me again and again, his body locked as he held me to him. I cried out as I came around him, but didn’t have time to enjoy it as I was flipped onto my stomach and taken from behind.

  I steadied myself on all fours and Bam reached around me to cup my breasts. His movements were slower now, which only managed to drive me crazy. “You okay?”

  I pressed back into him. “Yes.”

  He squeezed my leg gently. “Wider, baby.”

  I widened my legs immediately and his hand left my breast and found my clit. I groaned, grinding against him. He slid in slowly again and I sighed. “More, Bam.”

  “Patience, baby.”

  I reached between us as he slid out of me again and wrapped my hand around his cock. “No. I want you to fuck me.”

  He pushed into my hand and I released him. He hissed. “Fuck.”

  Bam took the hint and slammed into me again and I cried out in relief. His thrusts came harder until I exploded around him and my face hit the mattress, then he surged in two more times and I felt his cock pulse as he came inside of me. “Mine,” he growled.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  He kissed my lower back and then my bottom, before sliding out of me and heading to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

  * * *

  Bam

  I climbed back onto the bed, leaning over to kiss Lucy. I knew I should probably go slow and give her time to adjust, but my dick had other ideas. I had to have her again. She was mine. This thought rocked me to my core because I’d never felt that way before. I had never been a fuck you and leave you kinda guy, but even in my previous relationships, I’d never felt a connection this strong. Lucy was quickly becoming everything to me and I needed to figure out how to keep her from leaving me.

  “Hey,” she whispered, stroking my cheek. “Where’d you go?”

  I shook off my fears and smiled. “Nowhere, baby. I’m right here.”

  My attraction to her had always been more than just physical, and I burned for her at every level, but right now I needed to connect with her physically more than I’d ever needed anything before.

  “I’m here and I need you again.”

  “Well lucky for you, I’m right here.”

  “Yes, but I want to be here.” I slid my hand to her pussy, cupping her mound.

  “Don’t tease me,” she groaned.

  “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “How about you let me tell you what hurts me.” She arched into my hand. “Now, how about you slide that cock inside of me… quick like.”

  “My pleasure,” I said and obliged.

  Lucy’s nails dug into my back as she took in my full length. I started a slow steady rhythm, and she whispered, “Faster, Bam.”

  I continued my slow pace until I felt she couldn’t take it anymore. I had her right on the edge, which is exactly where I wanted her.

  “Ohmigod, Bam, harder.”

  I finally acquiesced and sped up, driving myself deeper and deeper. Lucy’s hands grabbed my ass as I slammed into her and I almost came right then. I pulled out, rolled onto my back and pulled Lucy on top of me. She straddled me, giving me full access to her tits.

  “I’m in fuckin’ heaven,” I said, sitting up and kissing her breasts. She pushed me back down and I entered her once again as she arched her back before steadily riding my cock, taking me in deeper and deeper.

  “I’m going to come Bam.”

  “Not yet,” I warned.

  “I can’t wait, please,” she pleaded.

  I lifted her slightly and tugged her down on my cock again

  “Beau!” she screamed, and I came just as her orgasm hit.

  We collapsed and lay together in silence for what felt like forever, our bodies still locked together.

  “I could do that to you all day long,” I whispered.

  “Someday soon, I’m going to let you.”

  * * *

  Lucy

  The next morning, I awoke to soft lips on my shoulder. “No,” I let out with a moan.

  Bam chuckled. “I have to go.”

  “No, that was the nightingale bird thing you heard… not the lark. Right? Lark’s are assholes and wake people way too early in the morning.”

  “Did you just try to quote Shakespeare to me?”

  “Excuse me?” I admonished, and rolled to face him. “I believe I quoted that line warmly and accurately.”

  “I don’t think Shakespeare used ‘asshole’ in reference to birds or other creatures.”

  “I didn’t actually read anything he wrote,” I admitted.

  “No? Did you do one of the plays or something?”

  I blushed and shook my head. “I watched the 60s movie… when I was twelve.”

  “Lucy Roxanne Haddon,” he breathed out. “Did your parents know you were watching it?”

  “No,” I whispered. “And to be honest, I wasn’t quite prepared to see boobs.”

  “Her tits were gorgeous.”

  “As tits go, sure,” I said. “But his butt? Mmmm.”

  “Naughty minx.” His hands landed on my sides and squeezed.

  I squealed with laughter. “Bam!”

  He rolled me onto my back and hovered over me. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

  I bit my lip and stroked his face. “Back atya.”

  “Do you know what it did to me when you screamed my name… my real name… when you came last night?”

  I shook my head.

  “Well, then I’m gonna need to show you.”

  Bam kissed me gently… sweetly. I heard the tearing of foil and he sat up briefly, then he slid slowly into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He linked his fingers with mine and dragged my arms above my head making it so I couldn’t touch him. He released one of my hands, but I still couldn’t move… he simply held me still with one hand while the other twisted a nipple into a hard pebble before sliding his fingers between us and working my clit.

  “Beau,” I whispered. “I can’t wait.”

  “Now, baby.”

  I shattered and wrapped my arms around his neck when he finally released my hands. Bam kissed me again, got rid of the condom, then stretched out beside me and pulled m
e onto his chest. “I have to go.”

  I slid my hand up his stomach. “No.”

  He chuckled. “I will come back, baby.”

  “Not soon enough.”

  His phone beeped and he gave me a gentle squeeze. “I really need to go.”

  I rolled onto my back and sighed dramatically, dropping the back of my hand to my forehead. “Fine. Leave me. I’ll just lie here and die of a broken heart.”

  His face appeared above me and I forced myself not to laugh. “You done?”

  “Haven’t even started,” I quipped.

  He grinned and kissed me quickly before climbing off the bed. “I’m gonna hit the shower. You comin’?”

  “Do I get another orgasm?”

  “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

  “Probably. But hopefully he does it after an orgasm.”

  Bam laughed and I reluctantly climbed off the bed and joined him in the shower.

  Bam

  THE RED NEON glow of the Rudy’s Place sign cast an ominous glow over the few cars left in the parking lot.

  What the hell am I doing back to Elwood?

  Most of us (me and the band) now lived in Montgomery, which is about seventy five miles away from Elwood, but once I’d moved there I had yet to return to my home town. There were simply too many ghosts there.

  I grabbed my bag from the taxi’s trunk and checked my watch. It was a little after midnight; still plenty of time before last call. I was definitely going to need a few drinks to get to sleep, but that wasn’t the only reason for stopping in. Rudy’s Place was one of the oldest bars in town. My good friend Tucker Harman’s family had purchased the place when we were kids and he had been running the joint for years. I knew if I was going to start poking around town, I’d need to play a little catch up first. Who better to help me do that than the local bartender?

  “You can’t spell Alabama without B… A… Fuckin’ M!” Tucker yelled from behind the bar, grinning widely.

  “Mother Tucker!” I exclaimed back warmly.

  Both the bar, and Tucker looked more or less the same as I’d last seen them. Perhaps both were a little worse for wear, but still full of character.

  “What the hell is Mr. big time rock star doing here?” Tucker asked while coming from behind the bar, his arms held out wide.

  “I keep asking myself the exact same thing brother,” I said as we hugged. “I’m actually here to meet with an FBI agent about my mother’s murder case.”

  “No shit?

  I nodded. “We’re meeting tomorrow, but I wanted to stop in here first.”

  “Drink?”

  It was a point of pride among certain southern men to use as few words as possible when conversing. Tucker had always excelled at this.

  “I’ll take a Maker’s Mark if you’re pouring,” I said.

  “How long since you’ve been back home?”

  The word home rattled around in my head for a while. I knew what he meant but it had been a long time since Elwood was home. I suppose Montgomery was really my home. It’s where my place was, but I’m not sure it ever felt like home. In reality, the road had been my home since I was a kid. In the past ten years I’d slept more on busses and in motel rooms than anywhere. In fact, it had only been two years ago that we’d moved out of the band house and each member got his own place. Even though we’d finally started making some real money, I was still renting a place. It never felt quite right to put down roots there.

  “Since right after my mother’s murder,” I responded.

  “And now the FBI is looking into her case?”

  “I guess so. Honestly, I’m not really sure what the fuck is going on, that’s why I’m here.”

  “How can I help?” he asked with what I knew was genuine concern. People from Elwood wore their hearts on their sleeves, for better or worse. You always knew where you stood with the locals.

  “Well, for starters you can pour me another one of these,” I said as I finished my drink. Tucker smiled and happily obliged. “Next, you can tell me where I can find my old man.”

  Tucker stopped smiling. “Shit, Bam, you don’t know? No one told you?”

  “Told me what?” I asked slowly.

  “Your father’s dead, bud. He died about three years ago.”

  “How?”

  “Cirrhosis,” he answered plainly.

  I hated my father and wasn’t at all surprised to hear that he drank himself to death, but the news that he was dead still sent a shock through me. Regardless, I refused to allow myself to feel one ounce of pity for the man.

  “Fuck him,” I said as I raised my glass, before slamming down the remainder of its contents.

  “He’s still your daddy, Bam,” Tucker said.

  I shot him a look to remind him of what a prick that man had always been.

  “Fair enough,” he responded and poured us both another round before making a toast of his own. “To the return of the prodigal son and the death of his asshole daddy.”

  “I’ll drink to that,” I responded before bringing the sweet amber heat to my lips.

  * * *

  Lucy

  My phone buzzed and I answered as soon as I read the screen. “Hey.”

  “Hey, baby,” Bam rasped.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He let out a sigh. “My dad’s dead.”

  “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he said. “He was a fuckin’ piece of shit.”

  I bit my lip and blinked back tears. “Bam.”

  He sighed again. God, he sounded wrecked.

  I leaned against the kitchen counter. “Can I just say something and then I’ll drop the subject?”

  “You’ll drop it forever?” he challenged.

  “If you want me to,” I promised.

  “I want you to.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I get that your dad wasn’t a good man, but he still sort of helped to raise you. Even if you don’t feel as though he did a good job, I happen to really like the man you’ve become. Despite the fact you probably did most of that yourself in spite of your father, it must be a mind bend to have lost the two people who made you. So, I would really love it if you’d let yourself grieve.”

  “Not sad he’s dead, Luce.”

  “I get that, honey. But you need to let yourself feel whatever it is you’re feeling. Don’t stuff it, okay?”

  He didn’t say anything for several tense seconds. “I hear you.”

  “Good.” I smiled. “I’m here if you need me.”

  “Got it.”

  “Dropping the subject now,” I said.

  “Appreciate it, baby.”

  “Are you sleeping?”

  “As much as I did before.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Will you promise me you’ll take it easy?”

  He chuckled. “Right.”

  “Well, will you promise me you’ll try to take it easy, then?”

  “Yeah, Lucy, I’ll try.”

  “What’s the plan tomorrow?”

  “Meetin’ with the FBI guy, then I guess I’ll go from there.”

  “Are you nervous?”

  “Kind of, I guess. Just wish this shit would die, you know?”

  “I do, honey. I’m sorry.”

  “Not your fault.”

  “I know, but I wish I could be there with you.”

  “I’m gonna finish it as fast as I can.”

  “That’d be good,” I said.

  “Oh yeah? How come?”

  “No reason… I just miss you.”

  “You do?”

  I lowered myself onto the sofa. “Um, duh. You gave me, like, forty-two orgasms last night.”

  He chuckled. “You want me for my dick… I get it.”

  “Well, excuse me for wanting a little bam bam from Bam,” I retorted. “My rabbit simply doesn’t suffice anymore.”

  “Better fuckin’ not,” he warned. “Your orgasms belong to me now.”

  “Well, then you better get bac
k here quick-like. I need more.”

  “I’m workin’ on it.”

  “Where are you staying?”

  “Shithole motel at the edge of Elwood.”

  I giggled. “How many motels are there in Elwood?”

  “Just one… which is why I’m here.”

  I shuddered. “Ugh, nothing better, huh?”

  “Not unless I want to spend most of my time in the car,” he said. “It’s fine for the moment. As soon as I’m done, I’ll be heading back to Montgomery so I can wrap shit up with the band.”

  “I wish I was there,” I said again. I was admittedly fishing, but he hadn’t said the magic words before.

  “Me too, baby.”

  There they were. I grinned.

  “I’m gonna let you go,” he said. “I’ll call you as soon as I can tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” I stood and walked into the kitchen. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

  “Bye, baby.”

  “Bye.”

  We hung up and I put my plan into motion.

  * * *

  Bam

  I stepped out into the morning air and dialed Jimmy’s number.

  “Hey man, what’s going on? What time is it?” he answered.

  “Early,” I responded with a smile. It was always good to hear Jimmy’s voice.

  “Why the fuck are you awake during commuter sheep hours? I thought you were on vacation.”

  “I’m home actually. That’s why I’m calling.”

  “Shit, man, if you’re home, swing by a little later when I’m awake.”

  Jimmy and I lived four doors down from one another.

  “I’m not at my place, I’m home, as in down home.”

  “You’re in Elwood?” Jimmy responded, now sounding a little more awake.

  “Yeah, I won’t be in town for long, but wanted to let you know I was here in case you heard something from the family.”

  “What brought you back to Elwood?”

  “My mom,” I answered. “The FBI is looking into her case and I’m meeting with a guy this morning. He wants to poke around and figures I can help.”

  “Wow, you want me to come down?”

  “Thanks man, I’m good. Honestly, I’m not even exactly sure why I’m here, but I figure if there’s a chance we can finally find out who’s responsible for my mother’s murder I have to do everything I can.”