“Then why are you here?” I asked.
“Take the helmet, come for a ride, and you’ll see.”
I gritted my teeth and took the helmet.
I walked to his motorcycle and waited for him to get on first.
I carefully climbed onto the death machine.
Reed started it.
My heart raced.
I had no choice but to put my arms around him and hold on tight.
I did just that.
He took off way faster than he needed to.
I shut my eyes.
I hated him more than ever.
13
REED
What the fuck are you actually doing here, Reed? This isn’t a grab at her panties. Fuck that. I’ve had her panties. And know damn well, there were many times she didn’t even bother to wear panties at all. So it’s not that. Which means, Reed, you’re doing this for… redemption? Or is this some kind of grand apology? You can’t just look her in the eyes and tell her the truth about that night? You have to do this?
If I was able to talk to my own thoughts, I would say fuck yeah and then tell my mind to shut up for good.
That was impossible though.
Abby had a death grip on my shirt. She somehow held my shirt and interlocked her fingers at the same time.
She really was afraid of motorcycles.
I didn’t slow down.
I rode a certain way and nothing was going to stop that from happening.
Plus, I was under a little bit of a time constraint at the moment.
If this was going to work, we had to be at a certain place at a certain time.
The motorcycle ride was only about ten minutes.
I pulled into a dark parking lot where a black SUV waited.
When I turned off the engine, Abby quickly took the helmet off.
“What are you doing, Reed?”
“Just trust me, honey,” I said.
I grabbed her hand and walked her to the SUV.
The driver’s door opened and out stepped the hired security.
I made a fist and he made a fist.
His fist was the size of a goddamn basketball.
It was a little fucked up to feel small near someone, but Rick was a monster.
He did security part-time. His other part-time gig was appearing in movies and TV shows when it called for someone with his size and physique.
I opened the back door for Abby and she slid all the way across the seat.
When I shut the door, Rick got behind the wheel and drove.
I looked at Abby. “I’m not going to make any cheap moves, honey. This isn’t about that.”
“Then tell me what this is,” she said. “Because right now even after a few drinks with my friend, I’m still questioning everything happening…”
“So if you were sober you wouldn’t have done this?”
“No,” she said.
“Just like old times,” I said.
“What?”
“You remember the water tower?”
Abby curled her lip at me. “Really?”
“What? That was a decent night. Right?”
“Oh, yeah, it was perfect. I drank too much and you dared me to jump off a water tower.”
“And you were going to.”
“Because I’m stupid,” she said.
“Not a chance,” I said. “Come on, honey, you have to admit that was fun. Nobody could jump off that and survive. But it got you closer to the stars.”
She curled her lip at me. “Right. Until the cops showed up.”
“And we outran them,” I said.
“The big one tripped,” she said. She smiled for a second. “When he hit the railing, it echoed for like ten minutes…”
I winked at her.
“Here we are, Reed,” Rick’s deep voice said.
I leaned forward and patted Rick’s shoulder. “You’re good with this?”
Rick parked the SUV behind a fancy little car and turned his head.
He looked at Abby and nodded. “I’m good with this.”
“We’re going to get out your side, Abby,” I said.
She opened the door and climbed out.
I exited my side and hurried around the back.
“What is this?” she asked.
“This is a very expensive place to be,” I said. “This area. The bars are quiet on the outside and elegant on the inside. Only the rich can come here.”
“Did you really bring me here to flaunt your money?” Abby asked.
“Nope,” I said. I pointed. “I came here to fix something for you.”
Abby looked where I was pointing and gasped.
She grabbed my hand and shook her head. “Reed… no…”
“Yes.”
“No fucking way in hell,” she said.
She looked at me.
Before I knew what was happening, my left hand touched her cheek.
“Yes, honey,” I said. “I can’t let this go. I know you can’t either.”
“This is fucking crazy,” she whispered.
“When we get together, Abby, crazy is our thing.”
* * *
Don came walking to his car with a pretty little thing attached to his arm.
She was young. She was in a nice dress. She had no idea what she was doing or why. Maybe she was being paid for the night. Or maybe she was just innocent enough to believe that a guy like Don wanted her.
Like Abby, I thought about Don’s wife and daughter.
This was far from being our business, but the fact that his hand touched Abby’s ass again and again without her permission…
“What are you going to do?” Abby asked.
“You’ll see,” I said. “You don’t have to do a thing if you don’t want. But I promise you, nothing illegal is going to happen here. No cops. No arrests. Okay?”
“You’re sure of that?”
“I have Rick,” I said. “And I’m a fucking rock star. Trust me. Nothing is going to happen.”
I broke away from Abby before she said anything else.
Don approached his little midlife crisis car.
I let out a whistle and he and his date looked at me.
“Get her out of here,” I said to him.
“Ohmygod,” his date said. “Are you…”
“No,’ I said to her. “If you say a word about this, you’ll have to deal with my friend.”
Right behind me was Rick.
Don’s date looked at Rick, then at me again.
“This is personal,” I said to her. “Go away, right now.”
“What the hell is this about?” Don asked.
“Get her out of here,” I ordered again.
When Don looked at Abby, he looked confused for a second.
“She looks different without the wig and dress on,” I said to him.
“Oh, shit,” Don said. “Really?”
Rick stepped forward.
Don stepped back behind his date.
“Wow,” I said. “What a man, huh?”
“Listen to me,” Rick said to Don’s date. “My client and your date have business. Why don’t you call for a ride? Sound good?”
Rick gently walked Don’s date away, talking her ear off.
That left Don standing there alone.
“Fuck this,” Don said. “I don’t know what you-”
I swung and hit him in the mouth.
A good enough punch to shut him up.
He fell into the side of his car like he had no bones in his body.
I got closer and took a rib shot, just for good measure.
“Now listen to me, Don,” I said. “You shut your mouth or I’ll make this worse. You want to piss blood?”
“No,” he said.
“Good. So here’s how this goes. You apologize to my woman for what you did to her. You get into your car and go back to your hotel or wherever you’re staying. You can jerk off if you need to. And then you never talk about this. Ever. If you talk
, Rick will break your jaw. And I’ll show your wife the pictures I took of you and your date.”
“Pictures?” Don asked.
“Oh, yeah, man. The second Abby told me what you did to her, I’ve been following you.”
I hadn’t been following him at all.
But what he didn’t know…
“Christ,” Don said. “I love my wife. I love my daughter. I have a problem.”
“Yes, you do,” I said. “Now apologize.”
Don stood and turned. He put his hands together and addressed Abby. “I’m so sorry. Okay? I was wrong. I was stupid. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You all did such a good job for my daughter. She was so happy. And I just…”
“You thought I was a whore,” Abby said.
“Yes,” Don said. “I’m sorry. I was wrong.”
I looked at Abby.
She nodded.
Rick was on his way back.
I opened the car door for Don.
He started to move and I stopped him.
“Which hand, Abby?” I called out.
“Left,” she said.
“What are you doing?” Don asked.
“Listen to my client,” Rick’s voice boomed from behind Don.
He crouched and looked like a bee was attacking him.
I grabbed his wrist and put his left hand in the door.
“Move your hand and Rick is going to take over,” I warned Don.
Don shut his eyes.
I slammed the car door on his hand and Don screamed.
Then I walked to Abby.
“Anything else you want to add here, honey?” I asked.
Abby grabbed my shirt and moved to her toes.
“This means nothing,” she said.
Then her lips made their way to meet mine.
* * *
Abby climbed on top of me in the back of the SUV.
I was suddenly engulfed by the taste of her mouth, the smell of her hair and clothes. My lips touched the skin of her neck. My tongue flickering, teasing and tasting.
My hands moved up her back and dug into her hair.
Her hips began to twist, making circles that brought my cock to life in seconds.
It throbbed and I wanted to fuck her right there in the back of the SUV.
It’s Abby…
I pulled my mouth from her neck.
My hands moved from her hair to her sides.
I gently lifted her enough to put a little breathing room between her and my cock.
But it was too late.
I was rock hard.
She grabbed the back of the seat.
Staring down at me with pouty lips from kissing me.
Rick drove fast, understanding what was happening.
But Rick didn’t know the history of Abby and I.
It had been years since I kissed her. Since I felt her against me.
Yet it seemed like just last week was the last time she playfully ground her ass to my cock to make me hard.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Then don’t stop me,” she said.
She lowered down and moved again.
I hissed and picked her back up again. “What the fuck, honey… are you trying to kill me right now?”
“What’s wrong, rock star? Can’t hold your load? It’s okay. You can mess your jeans. I won’t tell anyone.”
I curled my lip.
I moved my right hand to the back of her head and pulled her down to kiss me again.
Our tongues met with a wicked force. Both of us wanting to take control of the kiss. Both of us not going to let up. It also didn’t help matters that we were now taking our anger and frustration out through sexual need.
Her ass slammed down against my cock so hard, I felt a quick sting of pain.
I jumped and groaned, thrusting up at her.
My left hand moved over her shirt and I cupped her right breast.
I squeezed… hard…
Abby grabbed my hand and shoved it away.
She broke the kiss. “It’s not a fucking squeeze toy, Reed. Fuck.”
My hands were at her back again.
I pulled her against me, burying my face in her tits.
Over her shirt. Gritting my teeth. Damn near suffocating myself.
Abby wiggled her hips over and over, really trying to tease me into coming.
My left hand slipped down her body and I hooked my middle finger to her belt loop and lifted her up. My right hand cut between us and flicked open the button on her jeans in less than a second.
She was wearing panties tonight.
For some reason that made me harder.
My fingers slipped into the front of her panties and I felt the soft stubble of her hair, guiding me down to her sweet center.
Her warm skin gave way to a wet pool that made me hiss again.
I looked up at her.
“All because I beat up a guy?” I asked. “Damn, honey, you’re easy.”
“Shut the fuck up, Reed,” she said. “It’s not just that.”
“Then what is it?” I asked. “You never stopped thinking of me, right? You’ve been aching for my fingers, tongue, and dick for years, right?”
“Not even close,” she said.
I twisted my fingers and parted her delicious folds, the fingertip of my middle finger introducing itself to her clit.
Her body jerked and she gasped.
I gently moved left to right with my finger.
“Then what is it, honey? What is this?”
Abby’s eyes were on fire. “This is a need. You’re my whore right now.”
I laughed.
Abby brought her mouth down to mine again.
My fingers danced on her clit like I was playing a bass solo in front of forty thousand screaming FILTHY LINE fans.
The solo finished when Abby whimpered into my mouth and her left hand grabbed my wrist to get me to stop. I felt the warm rush of her desire and knew I had done my job.
The SUV came to a stop.
Just in time.
Abby gasped for breaths with her mouth way too close to mine.
“I’m saying this once,” she said. “Don’t make it a big deal.”
“Oh, I’m a big deal,” I said. “You can feel my big deal right now.”
“Shut up, Reed. Just listen to me.”
“Anything for you, honey,” I whispered.
Abby looked at me.
It was Abby… and this was completely wrong and stupid. This was nothing but a ball of regret and someone was going to get hurt.
But her honey was on my fingertips.
My cock dripped with a begging need to feel her body just one last time.
Abby took a deep breath and reached for the door and opened it.
She got out of the SUV.
“What do you have to tell me,” I asked as I sat there, pitching a giant tent in my jeans.
Abby reached into the SUV and grabbed at my jeans.
I hissed again.
“One time,” she said to me.
“Sure,” I said.
“Take me to your place right now, Reed.”
I jumped out of the SUV and slammed the door.
I bounced my body against Abby’s and touched her back.
“Are you going to throw up in my driveway again?” I asked.
I kissed her.
“No,” she said. “You fucking asshole.”
She kissed me.
I walked her to the motorcycle.
“Are you going to bitch and complain about my motorcycle?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I hate that thing.”
“Well, it’s your only ride to my place.”
I kissed her and reached for my helmet.
She put her arms around my neck and clawed at me.
We kissed so fucking hard for a few seconds that when our mouths pulled apart there was a pop sound.
I put the helmet on her head and grinn
ed.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” she said to me.
“Oh, I can’t wait to taste you, Abby.”
“Even if I throw up?” she teased.
I threw my leg over the motorcycle and waited for her to join me.
I started my ride and took off.
It was a fifteen-minute ride to my place, with me speeding.
That was a long fifteen minutes to think about what had happened and what could happen.
That was a good thing.
Abby needed to come to her senses.
Me too.
My tongue tingled to flicker between her legs. To get one more taste of her sweet pussy. My cock wanted one more feel of her pulsing against me as she came, coaxing me into losing myself too.
But it couldn’t happen.
She needed to finish her vocals on the song, get paid and then go away. If she wanted a seven-figure payday for this song, then I’d give it to her myself.
Her hands were locked tight around my shirt again.
My cock was still throbbing and hard.
That wasn’t going to cool off.
Which meant I needed to get her to my place and get her settled into the guest bedroom again. Then I could go into my private bathroom and toss my load into the sink and wash it all away.
And that would be it.
I wanted to fuck Abby so bad… but I knew it couldn’t happen.
The answer from me to me was no.
At the same time, you could never ever tell a rock star no…
14
ABBY
Are you really going to let this happen? What happened last time, Abby? Right? Your first time with Reed was in the bathroom at a dive bar. Remember when he pushed you up against the wall and lifted your right leg? He whispered every sweet word into your ear before driving his steel cock into your body. Of course it was an instant orgasm… Reed was made to fuck. He was like a toy. His size was just… but look what happened. You couldn’t just ride and fly. You kept coming back. Feelings got twisted up. The whole thing exploded.
Of course I knew how the past went.
I lived through it.
But…
This wasn’t just some thing, now.
He wasn’t going to leave me on the side of the road.
I wasn’t going to get emotionally involved.
And I still had time to tease him and leave him hanging.
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