Blow My Fuse (Hollywood Demons Book 2)

by Autumn Jones Lake

  That’s progress.

  I approach her like she’s a skittish kitten about to bolt. “Dad said he taught you to drive stick?”

  A soft smile ghosts over her lips. “He was surprisingly patient with me. Although, he did make me stop on the hill—”

  “Over and over until you finally did it flawlessly?”

  She shakes with laughter. “Yes!”

  “Want to show me?”

  “No,” she groans.

  “Come on. Take me to Record Town.”

  “Oh! Okay.”

  I follow her outside to the car.

  Except for her being in the driver’s seat, things almost feel normal as she reverses out of the driveway.

  Just as my father said, she has the cassette case for a Kickstart tape in the middle console. What I’m not expecting is the Vicious Vandals’ one next to it.

  “Really?” I hold it up and arch a brow.

  Without answering, she punches the eject button on the cassette player. “Yes, but this is the one I’ve been listening to.”

  She waves a copy of Throttle Down at me.

  I grumble and stare out the window. It’s weird listening to my own stuff. Or having anyone I care about listen to it in front of me. Music’s always been so personal. Strange since the whole goal is to play for larger and larger audiences and sell more albums.

  “The production on it was shitty.” We had a crappy company mix the album, and I swear to fuck, half of it sounds like it was recorded under water. Never again.

  “I like it.” She pops it back in, and I groan.

  All the way into town, she sings along to the radio.

  Things aren’t perfect yet. But at least we’re getting closer.

  It took more than an afternoon to fuck things up between us.

  And it’ll take me more than a few good moments to repair the damage.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chaser

  “Fuck, I’m tired.” I flop down on the couch, kick off my boots, stretch out, and close my eyes.

  Warmth from Mallory’s body grazes my arm. Without opening my eyes, I reach out and wrap my hand around her thigh, pulling her closer. The air between us still radiates with tension, but after a few seconds, she moves closer and runs her fingers through my hair.

  I crack open one eye. “How’s my girl?”

  “Exhausted.”

  “Take a nap with me.”

  She waves her hand over my body. “Where? You cover the entire couch.”

  My mouth twists into a half-smile. “That’s the point, baby. Lay your sweet body over mine.”

  She snorts and backs out of my grasp. “I’m going to change.”

  Damn, we’ve made a lot of progress over the last few days, but we still have these awkward moments.

  Visions of her naked body drag my tired ass off the couch.

  I trudge up the stairs to our room. My gaze immediately strays to the bed.

  Fuck, all I want to do is sleep.

  I slap my face a few times to wake myself up, and Mallory cocks her head. “You okay?”

  “Tired. I’m still so fucking tired all the time.”

  “Your body’s going through a lot.”

  Yeah, yeah. I’m sick of making excuses for all my dysfunctions.

  Haven’t made love to my girl since the disastrous limp-dick incident back in L.A. Don’t think I can stand the humiliation of letting her down again.

  No joke, now that I have the rest of my body under control, I’m straight-up worried my dick will never function right again. Figures I’d finally find the one girl I want to stick it in for the rest of my life, then promptly snort enough coke to put my dick in a coma.

  I haven’t had a line in long enough that I feel hopeful for the first time.

  My head’s finally clearer, but now I’m tired all the time.

  Not too tired to notice how hot Mallory looks in her cute little denim cut-offs, though.

  In my free moments, I’ve been practicing whacking off. Everything still functions.

  Huge relief.

  Mallory can’t sit still. I don’t know if she’s nervous, unsure, mad at me, or bored. But she’s all over the place.

  Instead of changing clothes, she shakes out a fresh set of sheets to make the bed.

  “Can you help me?” she asks, pointing to the opposite corner.

  “Yeah, sure.”

  Aw, Christ, when she bends over to smooth the sheets down, I get a straight shot down her cleavage. Miss those plump tits filling my hands.

  “Mallory?”

  “Hmm?”

  “It’s time for the next phase of my recovery.”

  Her head snaps up at my grave tone. “What do you mean?”

  Without taking my eyes off her, I stalk around to the other side of the bed and grab her by the hips. “Sexual healing.”

  A shaky smile plays over her lips. We’ve never really talked about the limp-noodle fiasco. I think she wanted to spare my manhood the embarrassment of discussing it.

  “Yeah?” She slowly lifts her gaze to mine. So hesitant. Maybe it wasn’t my ego she was trying to save. Maybe the whole episode made her doubt herself.

  And that’s totally unacceptable.

  “Miss these sweet curves under me,” I whisper. “And over me. In front of me.”

  Soft laughter falls from her lips. “Miss your hardness all over me.” She reaches down to rub my cock, and I shift away.

  “Not yet, little dove. This is all about you right now.” Has to be. The limp-dick episode will not be repeated. “Need to see you come a couple times first.”

  She blinks up at me. “A couple, huh?”

  My way of apologizing for being an asshole, for letting her down, and for lying to her. Or a way to say thank you for sticking by my side. Maybe all of the above. I can’t wait to taste her, touch her, and fuck her again.

  I strip down to my underwear, get in the bed, put my back against the headboard and stretch out my legs. “Undress for me.”

  She immediately starts working the buttons of her shorts loose.

  “No, nice and slow.”

  Her mouth falls open. Maybe to protest, but her nipples are poking against her top, negating any complaints.

  “Come on, little dove. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

  She works her T-shirt over her head, and I let out a low whistle at the bubble-gum pink lace bra underneath. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

  A pretty flush races over her skin from chest to cheeks. It might seem like I said this was all about her and then asked her to do a strip tease for me, but I’m trying to show her she’s got my full, undivided attention, and that I think she’s the sexiest damn woman on the planet.

  Plus, I can tell it turns her on.

  “Work those shorts over your curvy hips for me. Show me your ass.”

  She turns and eases them down so slow, I’m hyperventilating by the time I get a glimpse of ass cheek—also covered in sexy see-through pink lace.

  “Mmm, I like you in pink. When’d you buy those?”

  “When I went out shopping.”

  “You get them for me?”

  She tosses me a sexy glance over her shoulder. “Yes.”

  Somehow that makes me feel like both Superman and a shithead at the same time. Here, I’ve been neglecting her, and she’s still thinking of ways to please me.

  “Love you, Mallory,” I rasp.

  My serious tone pulls her out of the striptease. She kicks the shorts to the side. Tucking one leg under her butt, she drops down next to me on the bed.

  “Why’d you stop?” I ask.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” I motion her up on her knees and then over my lap. “Let me look at you.”

  My hands stay on her hips, squeezing for a second, before settling into the dip of her waist. “You’re more beautiful than I deserve.”

  She presses a finger to my lips. “None of that.”

  Suddenly, I know exactly what
I want. “You know what will shut me up?” I ask, sliding down on the bed. “Come sit on my face.”

  Nervous giggles spill out of her, and she glances down at me. “What?”

  I grip her upper thighs, digging my fingers into her ass. “Move forward.”

  She shuffles on her knees way too slow for me, and I end up half-dragging her, until I’m staring up at her perfect pink cunt. I can see everything through the thin, lacy underwear and run my finger down her slit and back up, stopping to press over her clit.

  Above me she trembles. From the barest touch. Can’t wait to see what happens when I put my mouth on her.

  “Chaser? Are you sure about this?”

  “Sure about what? That I want your pussy in my face? The answer to that is always yes.”

  I slip a finger under the soaked material and rub my knuckle through her wetness.

  Wait a second.

  “Where’d all your pretty little blonde curls go, baby?”

  She shrugs and tries to sit back, but I keep her in place with one hand on her ass.

  “I don’t know. Some of the girls out in L.A. said they shave everything.”

  Since she was doing lingerie modeling, she’s always kept herself neat and pretty, but now…all smooth bare skin. “Fuck.”

  “You like it?”

  “I fuckin’ love it.”

  Pushing her panties out of my way some more, I rub my thumb over her slick lips. “So pretty, baby,” I mumble. “Come closer. Let me taste you.”

  The second I touch my tongue to her, she cries out. I move my thumb to her clit, rubbing in firm circles until her hips are rocking against my face.

  “Good girl. You need to come bad, don’t you?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Your man’s been neglecting you?”

  She whimpers and grinds herself against my face harder. I dive in, kissing and licking every inch of her exposed pussy. She reaches back to stroke my cock, and I grab her hand. “No. Need you to come first before we worry about me.”

  “Chaser,” she gasps.

  I slip a finger inside her, curling it to rub the spot that always makes her lose control.

  “Come on my face, Mallory. Fuck, you’re so hot.”

  “Uh,” she screams and bucks, reaching back to brace herself on my thighs, so she can ride my face. I fucking love every second. She’s dripping wet, and I can’t wait to get her around my cock.

  As she comes down from the orgasm, she peers at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “I need your cock inside me, Chaser. Now.”

  Has a sexier sentence ever come out of her mouth? Nope. Don’t think so.

  “Take it, baby.” I’ve been so fucking hard this entire time, I think it’s safe to say we won’t have any issues.

  She slides down, leaving a trail of desire down my chest. I swipe my hand over my mouth and chin. “You taste so fucking good. Missed that sweet pussy.”

  “Chaser.” She smiles as she rubs her hand over my dick and lowers my underwear. My cock springs out, happy as fuck to be hard again and thrilled to reunite with her. Dying to squeeze inside her.

  She stares at my cock like it’s a thing of beauty. Which, all things considered, it is right about now.

  I’m way too pleased at how hard I am.

  “Take it,” I encourage.

  She grips me and teases her tongue over my eager cock, and I groan.

  “Please, baby. Need your cunt wrapped around me. I can’t wait much longer,” I beg.

  Mallory’s hot any way I can get her. But there’s something about her straddling my lap. Tits bouncing free, ready for my hands. Hips in easy grabbing distance. Sexy legs pressed tight to my sides.

  I reach down and give myself another pump. Still good.

  Her thighs hover over me as she lowers herself. I can’t stop watching as she takes all of me inside her. Every ripple of sensation echoes through my body. So damn tight as I stretch her open.

  “Fuck.” My head falls back, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I swear tears of joy leak from my eyes. “That’s so fucking good. Don’t stop, Mallory.”

  She barely takes a breath, before moving her hips back and forth. Fast.

  “Slow down, little dove. We have all night.”

  “Shh.”

  My girl actually shushed me. I laugh and grip her hips tighter. “Need it?”

  “So fucking bad. We’re going to fuck more than once tonight, Chaser,” she warns without opening her eyes or slowing down.

  Damn, my girl means business.

  “I’m so mad at you.” Her eyes pop open, and she drills me with a hard stare that’s almost scary in its intensity, while she’s riding my cock like her life depends on it.

  “I’m mad at me, too.”

  “You stole my virginity.” She thumps down hard, and I groan with pleasure. “Turned me into your cock-crazed little slut. And then took it away, you selfish ass.”

  Fuck me, this is the hottest sex-talk Mallory’s ever engaged in. “I’m a very bad boy.”

  “The worst,” she agrees.

  “Fuck me harder. Punish my dick for letting you down.”

  She lets out these sexy little moans and grunts. Her breathing choppy, signaling she’s about to come.

  There’s no hotter sound in the world. What the fuck was I thinking ever choosing drugs over fucking my girl?

  I hang on as long as I can, letting her use me for her pleasure. But as soon as she tightens around me and moans loud enough to shake the walls, fire shoots down my spine, and I end up coming seconds after she finishes.

  She collapses against me, murmuring sweet little sounds against my neck. Her hips keep moving, milking me dry.

  This sobriety thing is awesome. Don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life. Best high in the world.

  Carefully, she lifts herself and crumples next to me. I brush my hand through her hair for a couple seconds. “You all right, little dove?”

  “My heart’s racing.”

  “Sounds promising.”

  She chuckles and snuggles up against me.

  Her hand lazily drifts over my chest, soothing and tickling at the same time. I capture it and kiss her fingertips. “Missed this. You know how much I love you, right?”

  “I do,” she whispers.

  “Loved hearing you admit you’re my cock-crazed little slut, too. That was hot.”

  She blushes and buries her face against my chest. I trace my fingers over the curve of her shoulder and down her arm. As excited as I am to be fully functioning again, it’s not the sex I missed the most.

  It’s this.

  The contentment that spreads through my body and settles my soul when she’s near.

  I swallow hard. “I’m so sorry, Mallory.”

  She peers up at me. “For?”

  “Everything. Thank you for sticking with me, even though I’ve been such a miserable bastard.”

  She’s quiet for a few seconds, but she restlessly rubs her fingers faster over my chest. “I went to the library to read up…I knew it was a symptom of the withdrawal.” She blinks and flattens her hand over my heart. “I can’t lie and say I didn’t consider going back to L.A. more than once.”

  Shame twists my insides, but it’s better than the nothing I felt before. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did.”

  “Your dad seemed surprised that I stayed.”

  “Is that one of the things you talked about?”

  She narrows her eyes. “Yes, when you were off getting high.”

  “What else did he say?”

  She taps her chin as she tries to remember. “Oh, he thought having a baby might be a good way to get you sober.”

  “Jesus Christ. Seriously?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “While that’s definitely in my future plans, now isn’t the time.”

  “That’s pretty much what I told him.”

  I can’t help laughing, imagining my father’s reaction.

  Well, damn. The thought of Mallory carrying my k
id gets my dick hard again. She notices, and the corner of her mouth quirks. “Already?”

  “Seems so.”

  She kisses my chest and then sits up, arranging herself on all fours. I reach out and slap her ass. In response, she wiggles her hips and glances at me over her shoulder.

  Fuck if I’m gonna turn her invitation down. I kneel up and grab her hips, barely pausing before burying my cock in her.

  “Ah!” she gasps, lowering to her elbows and arching her back.

  “Too much?”

  “No. Harder.”

  “Fuck.” I shove a few pillows under her hips and pound into her like the future of the entire world depends on it.

  It seems like now that my dick has made a full recovery, I can’t keep it out of Mallory.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Mallory

  The day I’ve been dreading is here.

  While I’m grateful Chaser’s back to normal, it means we have to visit my father.

  “Babe, we can’t put this off any longer.” Chaser’s voice is gentle but determined.

  “I know. I’m ready.”

  “I’ll have Dad set it up.”

  I’d gone shopping again, picking up a conservative hunter-green knit dress to wear to visit my father.

  Mr. Adams moves fast, because the next morning, I find myself in the passenger seat of a black and red Ford Bronco. Chaser glances over and sets his hand on my knee.

  “Everything will be okay,” he assures me.

  Four of his club brothers ride behind us on their motorcycles. I had asked why so many people were necessary. Chaser gave me some vague explanation about safety precautions and territory.

  He glances over. “You look really nice.”

  “Thank you.”

  “That color is pretty on you.”

  My cheeks warm from the compliment, and I place my hand on his leg.

  The drive takes a little more than two hours but still seems to be over too fast.

  Even though this is a medium security federal penitentiary, we’re asked to provide identification and thoroughly questioned.

  “DeLova.” The guard glances at my license and back to me. “Here to see your father, right?”

  “Yes.” I’m guessing my father’s made friends all over the place and that’s why the guard seems pleased my father has a visitor.