I knew I wanted Bex as part of my life. Even still, being here was scaring me shitless. It was a declaration of something, but I wasn’t sure what. Did I want her? Yes. But did I want her, want her? I didn’t know. The thought of that made panic bubble up into my chest. Bex had asked me to come and I was here. The rest we’d have to figure out.
They were halfway through their set. Sweat glistened on Bex’s face under the bright lights. As she finished ‘Lock Me Up,’ the audience roared in appreciation. I had no doubt that this was just the beginning of some major things coming Jaded Regret’s way.
As always when I listened to her play, my fingers itched to touch the strings of the guitar. I thought of my Gibson that Bex had played, still sitting where she’d left it against the wall in my room. I’d stared at that for the last two days, willing myself to go pick it up. The image of Bex playing it naked while sitting on my bed would forever be burned into my mind. She’d shared something very private with me that night.
I wondered what it would be like to play with her.
“What’s going on?” Natalie’s voice broke through my inner thoughts. She’d been great ever since I called her earlier today and told her I was flying up to meet them. But I’d known it was only a matter of time before I got the inquisition.
“They’re doing awesome,” I deflected, watching Bex on the screen.
“Hmph,” Natalie responded. “Don’t bullshit me, Johnny. Why are you here?”
I sighed, turning to face the closest thing Bex had to a Julia. “She asked me to come.”
Natalie nodded. “Yeah. She asked you to. I still can’t believe that.”
Anger sparked low in my gut. “What does that mean?”
Natalie’s eyes lifted back to the screen. “She doesn’t do things like that.” I saw the pain in her eyes for Bex.
“I know she doesn’t,” I said, the anger dissipating. “I don’t, either.”
“She’s not to be fucked with,” Natalie said and then caught her meaning. She laughed, lightening the mood. “Well . . .”
I laughed, too. “Let’s not go there.”
She held up her hand. “Yes, let’s not. All I know is, this is her shot at the dream she’s had ever since she was a teenager. She . . . deserves this.” She indicated her on the stage. “I don’t want to see anything get in the way of what she deserves. I know you don’t know it all, but she’s had a hard life, Johnny.”
I read her loud and clear. “So have I, Natalie.”
“Are you capable of supporting her? I mean, really supporting her? Or just fucking her? Because I’ve never seen her act like this with anyone, and it scares the shit out of me.”
Well. Let’s not mince words. “Natalie . . .”
“Don’t answer me,” she said. “Think about what I said. You need to answer yourself, Johnny. I don’t know what’s going on with the two of you, but this is huge for Bex. If you’re not all the way in, please go now. Beau and I can help her through this, but if it goes on any longer, it won’t be enough.”
I snapped my mouth shut. What the fuck was I doing here? I had no business getting involved in something way over my head. And I thought Bex just might be so far over my head I was already drowning.
Sweat dripped down my temples, but I ignored it. I filled my hands with Bex’s full tits as I fucked her from behind, both of us watching each other in the mirror in the room. Her pussy tightened on my dick, and I knew it wasn’t going to be long for either of us. She snaked her arm down her body and touched her own clit, her fingers barely touching my dick as it pounded in and out of her.
No words had been exchanged as she’d unlocked the hotel room. After the show I’d fucked her in the back room just like I said I would, her leather pants pulled down to her ankles and her hair in my hands as I took what we both wanted.
I let go of her tits and gripped her hips, watching as they swayed with the movement of our bodies. “Fucking hell, Bex,” I grunted. She was still touching herself. I withdrew, making her groan in frustration. “Turn around.”
She turned and I lifted her quickly, placing her body on the edge of the dresser we were standing in front of. I lifted her leg and reentered her, both of us gasping as the sensation took us over. I could never tire of doing this. Dipping my head, I took a nipple into my mouth and bit down gently, then licked and sucked.
Bex gripped my hair, twining her other leg around my waist and pulling me closer into her. “Fucking hell, Johnny. Yes. Harder.”
I moved to the other breast, nipping and sucking. Bex threw her head back, expletives rolling off of her tongue as I reached between us and stroked her clit. We both came with a shout, me pushing into her over and over as we both rode the wave.
When I finally pulled out and looked her in the eyes, I saw what looked like tears shimmering in her eyes. “Bex? Are you okay?”
She hopped off the dresser and headed for the shower. “I’m fine. That was fucking hot as usual. You going to shower with me?”
I watched her for a moment, wondering if she was purposely avoiding telling me something. But I was a guy with a dick, so I turned my brain off and followed her into the shower.
My eyes flew open to the sensation of hands being wrapped around my neck. It was too dark. What the fuck was happening? Where was I?
I gasped, trying to remove the hands from around my neck but failing. I was strong, but was at a disadvantage here. Using my feet, I tried to make contact with whoever was holding me. A buzzing from far away clued me in to where I was. Prison. It was my first night here. I was in my cell with my cellmate, Buck. I was on the bottom bunk, the top already claimed by him.
He was an asshole.
He was choking me.
My life wasn’t worth anything, but I didn’t want to die in this shithole.
I lifted my arms and connected with something on his face. He grunted and loosened his grip slightly, giving me enough room to take a sharp breath.
“Ooh, you’re a fighter,” Buck snarled, his rank breath making my stomach turn. “Hot as fuck and a fighter. I’m going to like this. You know that’s why they gave you to me, right? You’re my present for being a good boy. Or a bad boy.” He pushed his hips into mine, and I felt it. He was hard. Fuck no. This was not happening.
Panic traveled down my body. I’d been through a lot of shitty things in my life. I’d been forced to do things I’d never wanted to do. But never, ever, had I been in a situation like this. I knew I was stronger than him, but I couldn’t get out from under him.
I had to get the attention of the guards. Middle of the night or not, they’d hear if there was a commotion. Buck moved one of his hands down my chest and to the waistband of my prison issued pants.
“Don’t fucking touch me, you sick pervert.”
Buck grinned, yanking my pants down and taking my dick in his hands. It was flaccid, but that didn’t seem to bother him. His eyes left mine and zeroed in on my limp dick. “Fucking huge, just like I thought. That’s going to feel so good when you fuck me.”
Over my dead body. But I had to play the game to show him exactly what he was messing with. “Turn over,” I said. Even playing the game, I felt like I was going to throw up.
He grinned. “You better get that big dick hard for me, Johnny. I want to feel it all the way to my throat.” Buck turned over and dropped his pants. I looked away, my stomach churning. “Fuck it hard or next time you go to sleep, you’ll wake up with my dick in your mouth.”