“Here.” Max snaps.
“Take these you're going to need them.” He offers them both some painkillers and goes and stands by the fireplace crossing his arms over his chest, clearly not very impressed with their earlier behaviour.
Liam strolls over to the coffee table that's just in front of them and sits on it.
“Well you two had better start talking and fast because we have…” He trails off as he looks at his watch. “We have exactly thirty minutes before we have to leave for the show and you still haven’t explained why you went to the gym and then come back raging drunk.”
“Where’s Karina?” Johnny asks ignoring Liam’s demand and I freeze instantly, knowing I have to tell him she’s left but not wanting to at the same time especially right now when he’s hanging out of his arse and right before a show is not a good idea. Someone above must’ve heard me because before I get the chance to open my mouth Connor blurts out.
“It’s Rebecca.”
If you're lucky enough
To get a second chance at something,
Don’t waste it.
Connor
“It’s Rebecca.” I blurt out and they all just look at me like I've lost my mind altogether.
“Are you still pissed dude? What’s Rebecca? You haven’t spoken to her since you chewed her out for telling the press about you and Allie and that was a few months ago.” Liam says to me sounding just has confused as Max and Allie look right now.
I know I have to explain everything to them, especially Allie but I just don’t know where to start with all this mess.
“Just tell them Con they’re not going shut up till you do.” Johnny whines still holding his head in his hands. Serves the fucker right it was him who took us to the hotel bar after he finished talking to Charlie.
“Jesus give me fucking chance, I can't think straight as it is.” He takes a deep breath in before he continues. “I had a phone call from Charlie when we were at the gym, he asked me if I knew anyone called Rebecca. I just froze... I didn't really hear what he said after that Johnny took the phone from me.” Johnny then goes on and tells them everything he told me in the bar. Half way through Allie comes and sits on my knee and wraps her arms around my neck, not saying a single a word to me but just by her being there with me helps bring warmth back into my body that’s been missing since Charlie called and said her name.
“Well fuck me sideways, I was not expecting you to say that at all.” Liam's mouth is agape in shock with all that he’s just learnt.
“So you're telling us that, that fruit loop is the one who’s behind all the shit you two have been getting? And then she tried off herself because she wasn’t getting what she wanted? Max is fuming I can tell by the way he’s squeezing onto his arms, his knuckles are going white and he’s shaking with anger.
“Pretty much yeah dude that’s exactly what we’re saying.” Johnny says.
As much as I would like to sit here like this I know we can't, and even though I love my job all I want to do is tell these three rug munchers to get lost so I can take Allie to bed and have my wicked way with her and then just crash, but I know I can't do either. So lifting her from my knee I place a gentle kiss on her head and slap her arse as I push us both up to stand.
“Sorry beautiful but we have a show to do, and seeing as we are ‘Syren’ we kinda have to be there.” The guys start making their way to the door, Johnny wincing in pain as he stands. They know I’d want a minute alone with Allie before I have to go. It's sort of become our routine.
“You ok Angel?” She’s gone quiet on me, she hasn't really said much. She’s had a rough time, I of all people should know that and then I went and got steaming drunk on her and asked her to marry me, she hasn’t mentioned that yet, I can see she’s hoping I don’t remember… but I do and I won’t be forgetting anytime soon either. I might’ve been drunk when I asked her but I meant it. This woman is my life and I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
“This is good news right. I mean no more looking over our shoulders, or worrying when or if you're going to get another letter. And the best part is you don't need Tyrone following you around anymore.” She gives me a small smile.
“I know I should be happy, and I am… it's just it all seems surreal that it’s all over with, I was starting to think it would never end and that you’d be better off without me.” She says as she looks to the floor and scuffs the carpet with her toe. Shame for voicing her dark thoughts written all over her beautiful face.
“Angel, don't you ever think that. Do you hear me?” I'm shocked she would even think that. I pull her into me wrapping my arms around her so tight I think I might break her but at the same time not wanting to let her go incase I do lose her again. I went three days without her and that all but killed me and if it wasn’t for the guy’s coming and breaking down my door we might not be here now… together, where we belong. In the end in this precise moment duty calls so I have no choice but to do just that. I let her go. But it’s only temporary till the shows over, after that she will be back where she will always belong… in my arms.
“Ok, I really do need to go now, duty calls. So you go and get yourself ready and I'll see you at the stadium.”
“Yeah.. Ok. Oh god I need to let Karina know.”
She scrambles away from me to get her phone from the bedroom and I'm slightly confused as to why she would be phoning her, when she could just go knock on her door.
“Shit… it’s still switched off.” She shouts from the bedroom. She slaps a hand over her mouth as I enter the room, as if she’s said something she shouldn’t.
Going over to her I take her face in my hands so she can’t hide from me and deadpan I ask.
“Why would Ks phone still be switched off Angel?”
She looks back at me blankly, her eyes start flitting around the room, looking everywhere but at me now, she pulls her bottom lip in-between her two top teeth, she seems worried to tell me whatever it is she’s slipped up on.
“Angel don’t be worried about talking to me, now please tell me what’s going on.” I reassure her, yet I'm still pushing her for an answer at the same time.
She inhales deeply then.
“Sh… she made me promise not to tell anyone, but it's been a few hours so I suppose it's ok now… she left.”
“What do you mean she’s left?” I'm completely baffled.
“She went back home Connor, well she’s gone to stay with her Dad for a while, that’s what we were talking about this morning, her flight was just over two hours ago and she should’ve landed by now.” A tear escapes her eyes and I know she’s feeling guilty for telling me, like she's let Karina down in some way but she continues on…
“She made me promise not to say anything to anyone until she was gone. I… I... didn't want to break that promise to her. She's my best friend god she's more like my sister… I'm sorry please don't be mad at me.” She starts crying even more. Why would she think I would be mad with her? I'd never be mad at her for something like this and I understand what kind of friendship she has with Karina, Jeez me and Johnny have the same, he's like my brother.
“Angel, you do not need to be sorry for keeping your promise to her, I completely understand why you did it. Trust me it's ok, and I'm sure she’s fine, after all Rebecca’s in the hospital, she can't do anything to hurt us anymore, or Karina for that matter.” I'm trying my best to reassure her, which I think is working as she wipes the tears from her face.
“You can’t tell Johnny… please Connor? You can’t tell him… at least not till you’ve done the show. I know I'm asking a lot from you but we both know what he's like, he'll just fly of the bloody handle and go after her, and she doesn’t want that.” She pleads with me. I don't blame her because she's right, he would definitely fly of the handle.
I hate that I'm keeping something from my best mate but something tells me that Karina wouldn’t of just upped and left if she didn’t have to.
“Right ok Angel, I
won’t tell him, but you have to tell him the minute the show is over.”
Looking up at me from under her lashes with a look of dread on her face but also understanding, she reluctantly agrees.
Placing my lips on her forehead I kiss her soft skin which starts to crease beneath my lips. She’s frowning because she knows what’s coming next.
“I have to go now Angel, I'm late has it is, and Max is already pissed off with me.” I try and soften the blow of me leaving her by blaming Max, it’s not my finest moment but she’ll get over it.
I give her one last sensual kiss with promise of more to come later and walk out the door a happier man.
She is my best friend,
Hurt her,
And i’ll kill you.
Allie
Connor is going to kill me.
But I don’t care.
I've been a chickenshit, I didn’t go to the show like I was supposed to. Instead I sent Connor a text when I knew he’d be just about ready to go on stage and I faked a headache, I know it was a lame excuse but I couldn’t face Johnny by telling him the truth, and I knew Connor wouldn’t be allowed to come back here and drag me there when he’s got thousands of fans screaming his name. So instead I got changed into my off the shoulder baggy top and pajama shorts and paced around the hotel suite whilst biting my nails waiting for Connor to return.
We’re leaving Madrid tomorrow on a mid morning flight to Rome in Italy. So the boys will be back soon to get some sleep so they won’t miss their flight. I also know deep in my gut that when Connor walks through that door I'm going to cop it big time for avoiding Johnny.
I've still not heard off Karina and my hearts pounding with worry. I know Connor told me that all the threats are over and that Rebecca is in the hospital, but for some reason I just can’t shake this weird feeling I have in the pit of my stomach that something just isn’t right. I start questioning my thoughts, I know I'm being paranoid. It’s just that I’m use to being cautious over the last few months, being told I can relax now is a foreign feeling to me. I'm being silly, she’ll phone me when she’s good and ready.
I try to pack mine and Connor’s cases to help with my nerves but it doesn’t help, and I just resume my pacing- up, down- up, down. Stopping my stride I look down and check that I haven’t worn a hole in the carpet. With all the pacing I've done you’d expect there to be a giant man-hole beneath my feet, there isn’t. Instead I've bitten my nails that much they are now red raw and swollen.
Mid pace I nearly jump out of my skin, when the door slams that hard I'm almost convinced it’s come off its hinges.
“Angel!” Connor shouts. Anger ever so evident in his voice.
Oh shit I've done it this time.
I have one pissed off rockstar coming my way.
Squaring my shoulders, I get ready to give him my two pennies worth before he has the chance to say one word.
“Look don’t go mad ok? I just couldn’t do it, I couldn’t face him, I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.” I say maintaining my stance. I narrow my eyes and sticking my chin out, daring him to argue with me.
The bloody fool still comes charging at me like a bull in a china shop, he comes to a halt in front of me just staring at me.
“I couldn’t give two fucks if that’s your actual reason for not coming tonight angel, but when you text me right before I go on stage saying you have a bad headache then I worry because I can’t check on you.” Shit, I didn’t think of that when I sent him the message. I just thought he’d see straight through my little fib, yet still tell the guys that is why I didn’t show up. I never thought for one minute he would actually think I was I’ll, now I just feel like crap for making him worry about me.
I walk over to the sofa and slump down, my shoulders sagging in regret.
“I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry… honest. I just couldn’t give my best friend up like that, and I didn’t want to lie too Johnny either.”
He comes and stands behind the back of the sofa, pulling me back by my shoulders, and the minute he touches the bare skin on my exposed shoulder electricity shoots straight through me, hitting me straight between the thighs.
Rolling my head on my shoulders, I sigh in contentment as he strokes his expert fingers along my bare flesh. The ache between my thighs getting more intense the more he touches me.
“Hmmm.” I hum out, Squirming in my seated position. I can start to feel my wetness seeping out of me onto my thighs. How mortifying. But right now I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted too, his hands were like magic.
“Relax Angel, let me take care of you right now.” His sultry voice causing me to break out in goosebumps. Gathering my hair up in one of his hands roughly, I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his tongue on me. He runs it along the nape of my neck and along my shoulder, making me shudder with anticipation.
“So sweet.” He murmurs against my flaming hot skin, all my thoughts and worries have vanished. All I'm thinking now is where is he going to touch me next? And I couldn’t love this man anymore than I already do.
Open mouthed kisses are pressed against my sensitive flesh, and I start panting like the desperate woman I am. I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not. They start off slow, guiding my neck by my hair, he tilts it to the side to get better access to his destination, where that is I don’t know. But I know I'm enjoying what he’s doing to my body… very much. My breaths are coming short and fast and I need more from him.
“Con…” I trail off when he blows cold air where he’s just kissed me, causing me to shiver and moan out loud.
“Just enjoy how I'm making you feel Angel.” So I do exactly that.
His kisses start to get more urgent, he nips my ear with his teeth and another groan escapes my lips. Keeping my hair in his grip, he removes his other hand from my other shoulder and starts kneading my breast through my top. Rolling my nipple between his thumb and fore finger till it's painfully hard. His hands are slow, yet straight to the point. The entire time his mouth never leaves my neck but I need more now. It’s becoming painful and I need to touch him.
“I could do this to you all night baby.”
No. He can’t be serious? I have to have his body on mine. In mine. It’s non negotiable. He started this, he has to finish it. My hips start to move on their own accord trying to find some friction. I hear him chuckle behind me, the bastard. He’s finding my frustration funny. You wouldn’t think that only a few hours ago he was steaming drunk. How is he not hanging out of his arse? I know I would be. The man is a permanent walking hard on.
“Do you need me angel?” I can hear his amusement in his voice when he asks me the most silliest question… ever. He know’s I need him. I nod my head, scared that if I voice my neediness then he’ll make me suffer even more. I need him more than he will ever know. He’s my life now.
The kisses continue. Then he climbs over the sofa and drags me on top of him so I'm straddling him. The minute I feel his rock hard length through his jeans I can’t help but rub myself against him. Finally getting the friction I so desperately need.
“Fuck me angel, I'm going to blow before I've even gotten inside you.”
Ha, well that’s his own damn fault, he shouldn’t of teased me the way he did, payback's a bitch. I’ll teach him to get me all worked up and then not do anything about it.
Repeating his words back to him I say.
“Do you need me baby?” A grin spreads across his face. He know’s I'm playing him at his own game, a game I don’t get to play for long, because the fucker grabs my hips and throws me off him so my back hits the sofa.
“Don’t play games with me angel, because I always win.”
Before I get the chance to register what he’s doing, my shorts are thrown over his shoulder and his head is between my thighs.
Finally… about bloody time.
I can feel my clit pulsing, I'm worried it’s going to explode if he doesn’t give in soon.
“Your drippin
g baby.”
“You bloody would be if you’d been teased the way I have. Now shut up and fuck me.” I say forcefully.
“Well what my angel wants, my angel gets.”
I get the wind knocked out of me because without me realizing he’s pulled his jeans down around his thighs, and impales me on to his rigid cock.
“Is this what you wanted angel?” He says on a husky pant of his own.
I can’t form words right now. So I clench my inner muscles around him, giving him my answer.
“Fuck angel… you can’t do that to me.”
So I do it again and again.
Hard thrust after hard thrust, he continues his relentless pounding into me. Giving me what I want. I can tell by the look on his face he’s losing control, so I grab the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head and throw it on floor somewhere behind him. He thrusts into me even harder now, with double the force I can’t help but moan out loud. I drag my nails down his back so hard i’d put my life on it there’ll be red marks if not blood drawn, which I can tell he’s enjoying it because he throws his head back and roars.
“Shit, that’s hot angel.” I can feel the sweat running down the middle of his back from all the hard work that he’s putting into it, and it spurs me on. So I wrap my legs around him even more and grab his face to bring it down to mine, and I kiss him with all I have. The minute our lips lock I feel the spark. It’s like electricity, It’s always there, it never leaves us. That’s how I know. No matter what life throws at me and Connor we’ll always come out of it the other side.
I lift my hips and grind myself against him, chasing the orgasm I know is on the brink of making me see stars.
“Please tell me your close angel? Because I can’t hold on much longer, You feel amazing.” All control lost by his words, my back arches up of the sofa, and I go into orgasmic bliss. My entire body is tingling all over from the force of it. Connor starts to rapidly shake above me and I know he’s riding out his own bliss.
Syren's Heaven & Hell (The Syren Series Book 2) Page 15
