by Amiee Louise
I struggle and thrash against him. He releases my wrists, grabbing and roughly pawing my sore aching breasts. I cry out in pain. I expect Brody to come to my rescue, but nothing happens.
“Get the fuck off me, J.D., you’re sick,” I choke out, still fighting to get him off me. He rolls his eyes dramatically.
“Blah, blah, blah, every time I hear you speak I feel my brain cells committing suicide one by one.”
He thrusts his hips into me, and I let out a strangled sob.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make this quick, it will be over soon. The sooner you get the fuck out of Sam’s life, the better; you’ll be just another one in a long list of whores.”
I fight him wildly, and I manage to scratch my nails down his face.
“I always knew you’d be a fighter.”
He slaps me ‘round the face with the back of his hand, and I am stunned at the brute force. He reaches down and undoes his belt.
“Get the fuck off me now!” I spit angrily.
“All in good time, angel. That’s what Sam calls you, isn’t it?”
My heart clenches at the thought of Sam, and I can’t fight back the tears anymore, I sob hard. J.D frees himself from his trousers. He strokes my face, and as he goes thrust himself closer to me when I hear the thud of loud footsteps across the tour bus floor. Before I know what is happening, J.D. is removed from on top of me and being flung across the floor like a rag doll. I look up and Lucas is standing over J.D. with his foot pushed into his chest. Lucas’ usual gentle features have become harsh, and he looks positively murderous.
10
Peyton
“What the fuck, J.D.?” he shouts. J.D. is breathing heavily, and Lucas drags him up from the floor. He pins him to the wall. “Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t get Sam and let him fucking deal with you?”
Lucas raises his voice, and J.D shakes his head nervously.
“Let’s not be hasty. Luke.”
Lucas clenches his fists.
“You were going to fucking rape Sam’s girl; you’re a piece of shit. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any lower, you do something like this. What the fuck, J.D.?” Lucas bellows and I don’t think I have ever heard Lucas raise his voice before. He is usually so quiet and laid back. I manage to pull myself up shakily and sit up on the sofa. I am shaking and sobbing softly.
“You need to get the hell out of dodge, J.D.,” he says, his voice barely a whisper now, a stark contrast to a few moments ago.
“Please, please, Luke, don’t tell Sam, I don’t know what came over me,” J.D. pleads.
Lucas pushes him harder into the wall, lifting him a few inches from the ground, draws his fist back, and punches him square in the jaw. Lucas lets go of J.D. and runs his hands through his hair. J.D. side-steps Lucas and runs off the bus. Lucas crouches down in front of me, I look at him and lose it completely, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Shhh, honey, it’s all right.”
He gets to his feet, sits down next to me, and I flinch as he moves closer. His face is marred with concern.
“I’m not going to hurt you, honey, and I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.”
He pulls me into his strong arms; I cling to him tightly and sob into his warm chest.
“Fuck,” he curses softly and pulls me tighter against him, trying to soothe the trembling. He strokes my back softly. “I’ve got you, he can’t hurt you anymore,” he says tenderly. “Shit, I should have come sooner, what if I’d been a few minutes longer?”
He sounds genuinely distraught at the thought, and I start to wonder if something happened in his past for him to react like this. I pull away and look up at him, stroking his cheek softly.
“None of this is your fault, babe,” I say in reassurance, and he shakes his head.
“We should tell Sam, honey, he needs to know, he can deal with J.D.”
My thoughts turn to Sam, and I start to thinking would he still feel the same about me knowing what J.D tried to do? Sam would most likely kill him if he found out and I swiftly change the subject.
“Where is he?”
Lucas pulls away from our embrace and scrubs his hands down his face.
“He’s been trying to sort things out at the club with Ryan; it was one hell of a fight. Tate has been on the phone all night trying to keep it out of the papers, but the police were called. Sam and Draven were taken in for questioning, but they got released around an hour ago. Sam’s been going out of his mind wondering where you were, he said you just took off.”
“Brody bought me back here, we were chatting and drinking.”
He nods.
“Since when have you and Brody been buddies? Last I checked he couldn’t be friends with a girl without trying to get into her panties!”
“Looks like he’s proved you wrong, he was quite the gentleman.”
Lucas cocks his eyebrow. “Right, are you sure we’re talking about the same guy?” he says with a smirk. “I should call Sam, but first you need to tell me what happened, honey.”
I close my eyes, reliving what almost happened, and I let out a shaky breath. I recount the events of the evening, and by the time I’m finished, I feel a little better for sharing it with someone.
“We should call the cops on that fucking son-of-a-bitch,” Lucas says flatly. I am about to reply when Sam strides across the bus floor. He crouches down in front of me and cups my face in his hands.
“There you are. Thank fuck, I was going out of my mind.”
His hair is dishevelled and looks like he has been constantly running his fingers through it. He has the beginning of a black eye, stitches in his lip and eyebrow, a swollen nose, and a dark bruise marring his cheek. Even with cuts and bruises all over him, he still looks ruggedly handsome, the ultimate bad boy rocker. He frowns at my obvious rumpled look. My hair all over the place, my tear-stained and mascara-streaked face.
“Are you sure everything’s OK, angel?”
My stomach flips, and I shudder at the term ‘angel’ after J.D used it. Lucas looks at me, and I turn my gaze to Sam. I put on a fake smile and nod.
“Everything’s fine, baby.”
Sam turns to Lucas and narrows his eyes as if to say, ‘you’re going to tell me what’s going on’. I shoot Lucas a look, silently pleading with him not to tell Sam.
“I’m so sorry I took so long, angel, I wanted our last night to be special. But if you want, we can go to bed and just snuggle. After tonight, I just need to feel you in my arms.”
I nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
I smile, and Sam kisses me gently on the corner of my mouth.
“I’ll be up in a second, babe, I just need to speak to Lucas.”
He winks in reassurance, and I go up the stairs to the upper deck. I go into the bathroom, take off my makeup, step out of my dress, and throw it in the laundry basket, not wanting a constant reminder of the events of tonight. I spend five minutes in the shower washing away the remnants of the night’s events, enjoying the sting of the hot water as it cleanses my skin. After my shower, I crawl into bed in my underwear, and a few minutes later Sam opens the door. I can’t see his expression, and I start to wonder whether Lucas has told Sam about J.D.
“Are you still awake, angel?”
The light from outside the bedroom filters in, casting him in shadow. He strides across the room stripping his clothes off with each step. He stands next to the bed looking glorious, shirtless, with his boxer briefs hanging off his narrow hips. He climbs into bed and pulls me close to him, my back to his warm, muscled chest. His arms feel so good wrapped around me; I am going to miss him so much. He nuzzles my hair.
“I’m going to miss you so much, angel,” he whispers in my ear, and it’s taking everything I have not to cry.
“I’m going to miss you too, baby, so much.”
He pulls me tighter to him, and before I know what’s going on, Sam flips me onto my back and straddles me.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want th
is, angel.”
I shake my head and whisper softly, “I need you, Sam.”
The truth is I need him to erase J.D.’s touch and replace it with his own. He kisses a trail from my neck to my collarbone, and his hand snakes the length of my body.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers huskily, and I am apprehensive at being intimate after being almost raped by J.D, but I try to push the thought from my mind and just feel Sam. My Sam.
“You looked amazing tonight, that dress was magnificent on you, and you made me so fucking hard,” he rasps. “I want to make love to you, angel; I don’t want to just fuck tonight. I want you to feel me, every inch; I want to explore every beautiful inch of your perfect body. I promised you I would make our last night together memorable, and I intend to keep my promise.”
With those words, he cups my breast softly in his large hand, and it is a contrast from the rough grope I felt earlier. He leans his head down and takes my nipple between his teeth. He bites down gently, and I gasp.
“Tender, angel?” he says against my breast.
“Just a little.”
He soothes the bite with a gentle suckling, and I run my hands through his hair.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I feel his erection press into my stomach.
“Do you feel that, angel? You have no idea what you do to me.”
Oh, I think I do, Newbolt, because every time he is within an inch of me, my whole body lights up and I ache for him.
“Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Tell me,” he whispers. He moves his hand lower to my stomach. “Here?”
I shake my head. He moves lower to cup my sex, and I gasp at the contact.
“Here?” I nod and bite my lip. “Say the words, angel, let me hear you.”
He massages my sex through my knickers, and I am writhing underneath him.
“Sam, oh, God, touch my pussy. Please, baby. Make love to me, I need you,” I say, and I sound breathy and desperate. He chuckles softly.
“Just lie back and relax; I’ll take care of you, angel.”
He rips my knickers off in one swift movement and reaches round to unhook my bra. He pulls it off, and I am naked beneath him.
“So perfect,” he whispers, proud of his handiwork at getting me naked in record time. He removes his boxer briefs, and the flex of his muscles drives me to distraction.
How is it possible for a man to look so perfect?
“See something you like, baby?” He takes his throbbing erection in his hand, and I cup his testicles in my hand. He growls. “Easy, angel, you’ll make me come in a second like a fucking teenager if you’re not careful.”
I chuckle softly, and he kneels between my legs. He strokes his finger up my cleft, and I shudder with excitement.
“Jesus, you’re always so wet and ready for me, babe.”
He smiles his dazzling smile. He grasps his erection again and slides gently into me, inch by glorious inch.
“You feel like heaven, angel.”
He moves painfully slow, and I feel every warm throbbing inch of his marvellous cock. I moan softly and wrap my legs around his waist to pull me deeper into me.
“Oh, Sam.”
He thrusts his hips forward. The rhythm he sets is slow and sensual, he leans forward and pins my wrists above my head. He kisses my neck and nips my earlobe while tirelessly pumping in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
“Peyton.”
He lets out a low growl, and with each languorous thrust, I feel my orgasm rising higher.
“You’re close,” Sam pants.
“So close, baby.”
“I can feel you around my cock, angel.”
He swivels his hips, and with each plunge of his cock, I can feel him deep inside me hitting my g-spot. An intense orgasm builds with each deep drive.
“Peyton, I’m close, baby, come with me,” he rasps, and with those words, I feel my orgasm tear through me so powerfully I see stars. A second later, Sam finds his release and fills me with his hot seed, shouting out my name repeatedly. No man has ever brought me to climax the way Sam does. His deft expert fingers, his talented mouth, and his glorious cock teasing and coaxing every ounce of pleasure out of my body. He is so in tune with my needs sexually, physically, and emotionally, it overwhelms me. He knows my body better than I do. I have no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other, he is my soul mate, and I am eternally in love with him.
11
Peyton
The next morning after an emotional goodbye to Sam, and a bout of throwing up due to a hangover of epic proportions courtesy of Mr. Jack Daniels, I arrive back at the flat after being driven by Cole. He was under Sam’s strict instructions for him to deliver me right to my door. Cole lets me out of the car. I look up, and there is scaffolding scaling the building. It looks as if I have stepped right onto a construction site. Under the watchful eye of Cole, I walk up the flight of steps and into the foyer. There is plastic sheeting and workmen in hard hats. I am suddenly curious at what has been happening while I have been away. I take the stairs up to the flat, dragging my suitcase behind me, and open the door.
“Rubes?” I call out, and she comes out of the kitchen in her dressing gown. She runs towards me and enthusiastically throws her arms around me.
“Peyton! I’m so glad you’re home, babe,” she says in her familiar singsong voice that I have missed so much. I smile at her fervour.
“I missed you, Rubes, I’m so glad to be home.”
She pulls away from our hug and looks at me carefully.
“So, you haven’t become accustomed to the rock star lifestyle? You’re not wearing sunglasses indoors, and you haven’t turned up with an entourage. That’s always a good sign!”
We both laugh.
“What’s with the workmen downstairs babe?”
She smiles and has a knowing look on her face.
“Yeah, about that, I should have mentioned it. We got a letter a few weeks ago; apparently, an unknown benefactor has bought out the building. We’re getting brand new state-of-the-art security, twenty-four-hour concierge service, and a guard is being permanently stationed in the new reception area. It all sounds pretty impressive; it’s going to be like living in one of those fancy pants apartment buildings,” she says excitedly, and I narrow my eyes. I can’t help thinking this has something to do with Sam.
“What’s the name of the construction company?”
She picks up a letter from the worktop and skims through it.
“AMS Construction, I know what you’re thinking. You think this has something to do with Sam?”
I nod and flop down on the sofa. “It all seems a little too convenient if you ask me.”
“So what if it is something to do with Sam? It’s sweet that he cares so much, he just wants to protect you that’s all, babe. Besides he is a world-famous rock star, he can afford it!” She chuckles. I regard her intently, and she swiftly changes the subject. “How was it being on tour with a bunch of sweaty rockers?”
“Yeah, it was an experience,” I say with a giggle that Ruby quickly joins in on.
I am happy to be back home after a month away. I feel refreshed and ready to take on the world. I spend the rest of the weekend doing my washing, catching up with Ruby, my family, and Seb.
By the time Monday morning rolls around, I am in work mode and ready to take on my role as manager of Saint Sinner Ink. I am about to leave for work when my mobile starts ringing.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Sam rasps down the phone, and I smile widely.
“Good morning, handsome.”
Ruby rolls her eyes as she sips her coffee.
“I was just calling to wish you good luck on your first day as shop manager, angel.”
I grab my coat.
“Thanks, baby. God, I miss you.”
He sighs. “I miss you too, angel, so much. Go down to your parking garage; there’s a surprise for you.”
I smile and kiss Ruby on the
cheek promising to meet her for lunch. I leave the flat and walk to the parking garage with the phone still to my ear.
“What are you planning, Newbolt?”
He chuckles softly, and I am curious as to what my surprise might be.
“Is it against the law to surprise my girl?”
I walk into the parking garage and there parked in my usual parking spot is my new Chevy Camaro ZL1. I shriek with excitement and Sam laughs.
