His mouth closed over mine the second the door latched. “How many times should I make you scream out my name tonight?”
“None,” I said, pushing his chest. “I told them we were sleeping.”
He put his hand over his chest. “Not even one day into being ‘more’ and you’re already denying me? I quit. Let’s go back to just fucking.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fuck you.”
“Yes, please do.” He crossed his arms in front of him, that smirk that turned my lady bits to mush in full display. He stepped up to me and put his hand on the outside of my short shorts. “How much do you want to bet if I put my finger inside you right now you’d be dripping wet?”
Two could play at this game. “How much do you want to bet your dick is hard as a rock right now?”
Johnny shrugged. “No shit. I’m hard as stone the second you’re near me.” He unbuttoned his shorts and shoved his underwear down. He didn’t play fair. His well-endowed dick was reaching out to me, calling me. He took his hand and stroked himself from root to tip, back and forth.
Before he could realize what I was doing, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took him fully into my mouth, grazing my teeth lightly against the sensitive skin.
“Holy fucking shit, Bex!” His hands held onto my hair as I took him all the way.
He was the one going to be calling my name for all of my band mates to hear.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I wrapped a towel around myself. “I can be ready in a few minutes.” We’d played a sold out show in Denver last night and were headed out later today.
Johnny was dressed in a suit that he had gone to pick up from his parents. It looked totally foreign for him to be wearing it, with his tattoos covered and his muscles hidden. I liked him much better in jeans and a t-shirt (or nothing, let’s be real), but the man didn’t wear anything that didn’t make my panties wet. I figured offering to go with him was something that a girlfriend would do. Not that we had used those terms, but our definition of being ‘more’ kind of seemed that way.
Today was his court date. He hadn’t told me what he’d been in prison for, but we hadn’t talked more about serious things since that night in Atlanta. We’d been just hanging out with the band, chatting about daily things, and having so much sex I was seriously sleep deprived. I couldn’t tell the man no. Who the hell would?
“You don’t have to,” he said, straightening the tie in the mirror. “Hopefully it’ll just be an in and out type of thing.” He smirked at me as I dropped my towel. “Kind of like I’d like to be in and out of you right now.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No. You have to go, and you’re all cleaned up and handsome. Plus, what if I want to go with you?” I stepped into a pair of panties and hooked my bra.
“You’d do that . . . for me?”
I looked up at him. He sounded so . . . insecure. “Yes, Johnny. Aren’t you here, on tour, for me? Isn’t this part of being ‘more?’”
He smiled. He did it so rarely that it took my breath away every time he did. “I guess it is. Okay, come with me. You can meet my parents while we’re there.”
The breath whooshed from my lungs. Meet his parents? “You want me to meet your parents?”
Johnny shrugged. “Well, they’re going to be there. So, yeah. I want them to meet my girl.”
My girl.
He was quiet on the way to the courthouse. I’d never been to Denver before, so looking out the windows as we drove intrigued me. His fingers were wrapped with mine, but he didn’t speak. I wanted to ask him why he’d been in prison but realized it wasn’t the time or place with a cab driver in the front seat. Plus, I’d figure it out soon enough. I was honored that he trusted me enough not only to let me in on something major from his past, but also that he was ready for me to meet his family.
He helped me out of the car when it stopped at the curb. I craned my neck back to look at the large building, it’s massive stone structure looking intimidating. As we walked hand-in-hand to the doors, Johnny stopped just before we walked in.
“Are you okay?”
He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. It wasn’t often that we touched like this, but I liked his hard body pressed against mine in a non-sexual way. “Thank you for being here with me.”
I kissed him lightly, feeling the energy coming off of him in waves. He was petrified. I’d never seen him like this, and it was unnerving. “Why are you worried? What happens if they say no today?”
“I’m not worried,” he said, shrugging. “But I just want this part of my life over with. I want to move on and not always look over my shoulder.”
Look over his shoulder about what? What part of his life? I had way more questions than I had answers, but now wasn’t the time. “Come on,” I said. “I’m right here with you. Let’s make this courthouse our bitch.”
He smiled again, and I figured it was a win.
I sat behind Johnny on the hard bench, watching as he whispered to his attorney. The last time I’d been in a courtroom, it had been when I’d been kicked out of yet another foster home and the judge was reviewing my case. He’d lectured me about being ‘adoptable’ and straightening up. I’d decided right then and there that I didn’t want a new family and that the only person I could ever rely upon was myself.
The door opened, and I turned to see a striking man and woman that must be Johnny’s parents walking into the room. They were both dressed to the nine’s, and I could tell right away that he resembled his dad. Their mouths were firm as they approached him. He turned and caught my eye, his intense gaze making me squirm.
His parents must’ve noticed him looking at me because I felt their gaze on me next.
“John, Aileen, this is Bexley. She’s the lead singer of Jaded Regret.”
I noticed he didn’t call me his girlfriend, his hook-up, or his ‘more.’ It didn’t bother me, but I noticed it. If they were shocked to see that the lead singer of a band was there for their son at a hearing to expunge his record, they didn’t show it.
“Nice to meet you,” his mom said first, offering her hand. I took it, wondering if she was judging my piercing or my appearance the way moms did. Well, the way I thought moms did.
“You too,” I said back.
His dad nodded at me and shook my hand briefly before turning to Johnny and the attorney. His mom slid in next to me, and I jiggled my leg nervously at the proximity of her. Not only didn’t I have any idea how to be a girlfriend/partner/whatever we were, but also I had no idea how to relate to someone’s mom. I’d never been around anyone for any significant amount of time that resembled a parental figure. My foster homes sure as shit didn’t count.
Just when I thought I might burst with nervous energy, the judge appeared in the room. Everyone stood. As we took our seats, Johnny looked back at me again and winked.
His attorney got up and spewed a bunch of legal jargon I didn’t understand. But when I heard the words “drugs”, “drug ring” and “trafficking”, I sat up straight. My heart pounded and the room spun. No. Johnny hadn’t been a drug dealer. I knew he was saying something else, but I couldn’t process anything else.
Johnny had been in prison for drugs. He’d trafficked drugs and gotten caught. He’d somehow gotten out of prison and now wanted his record wiped clean. How was that even possible? Did his parents have so much clout that they got him out of paying his dues?
How many lives had he ruined? How many little boys or girls had lost their parents because he supplied them with drugs? How many lives had he taken at the hands of a deal gone bad?
Spots appeared in front of my eyes. I had to get out of here. I’d been fucking this guy who was probably a lifelong criminal and murderer, just like my dad. He probably didn’t care how many people he’d killed or ruined as long as he got his money.