Chapter One
Seducing Wrath
Raining Chaos, Book Two
By Lynne St. James
Sapphire…
I needed to get better at this undercover shit and fast. I should have known something was up when the guys didn’t talk about anything band related when any of us were around.
Maybe being a groupie hadn’t been the best choice.
Tonight’s show had been different, partly because it was Green Sky Rising’s last appearance, but they also had a different opening act scheduled for the next two weeks of the tour.
Seeing Preston Mitchell, lead singer of The Hurricanes show up had been a huge surprise, and when he played with the band it had to be a total freak out for the fans.
Wrath hadn’t told me about any of it, but that surprise wasn’t as big as the other announcements they’d made.
Preston Mitchell was Cynda’s father and Joe the bus driver was taking over as their new manager.
Huge, I mean HUGE, and I didn’t know about any of it.
What the fuck? Seriously, this undercover thing was a lot harder than I thought.
If I didn’t start getting this info before everyone else how was I going to pull this off?
How was I going to get Wrath to trust me—a groupie—with secrets?
If this was going to be my big break, I seriously needed to figure this crap out soon.
The sucky part was I thought I could do this without getting personal, more of a worship him from across the room and listen for inside information type of thing.
Yeah right, what was it they said about the best laid plans?
Exactly. I should have thought it through better because all bets were off as soon as he pushed me up against the wall the first night. That kiss changed everything.
I thought I was over him, or maybe I just hoped I was over him, but seeing him after almost five years gave me instant butterflies and that kiss, oh shit, that KISS.
Freakin’ amazing. Too bad he didn’t know who I was, and when it does come out he’ll probably never talk to me again.
It didn’t matter when I thought I didn’t care, but now I wavered back and forth between trying to enjoy the moment and feeling like shit for lying to him about who I was and what I was doing.
Chaos caught me drooling over Wrath a few times, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he warned Wrath to be careful.
I’d been sleeping with him for almost two weeks.
Making love with him was more than I imagined, oh so much more.
Hell yeah. I was putty in his hands. All he had to do was look at me with those brown teddy bear eyes and I was wet.
Who knew my body could react like this? I sure didn’t.
Sex with my college boyfriend was okay, but it wasn’t mind-blowing, life altering, panty dropping like with Wrath.
Finishing my assignment needed to be my number one priority, but ever since he’d cornered me in their suite in Philly, I was toast. Butter me up, baby, I was done. Being with him was so much better than any fantasy ever.
Seeing Cyn and Chaos back together tonight was great.
I’d known right away all the trouble was because Sweets was jealous of Cynda.
Why it took Chaos so long to figure it out I have no idea.
Men can be so fuckin’ dense. I wanted to tell him, ‘asshole, wake up and smell the coffee, dude. Cyn’s head over heels for you,’ but I figured it wouldn’t be the best idea.
Staying low on everyone’s radar except Wrath’s was the plan.
“Hey, Blue, come here often?” Wrath wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me against him. His hard cock pushed against my ass, successfully knocking all thoughts of Cyn and Chaos out of my head.
“Only for you, baby, you know that.” He turned me around and stared into my eyes. I don’t know what he was looking for, but for the first time since I began hanging out with the band, I had the feeling he didn’t quite believe my cover story.
“I hope so,” he growled as he pulled me even closer and kissed me hard.
I loved how he tasted, a hint of cigarette smoke mixed with beer.
I don’t know how to explain it. It was edgy, dangerous—the bad boy I’d wanted since high school, the one who never even noticed me.
Sliding my hands through his short brown hair and over his muscled shoulders made me wish we were some place more private.
Yeah, we’d practically fucked in front of everyone but it still freaked me out.
I wasn’t a prude but damn, I did have some morals, too bad most groupies didn’t.
My tongue dueled with his and I slid my hands around his waist, tucking them in his back pockets and squeezing his ass. He had a damn fine ass too, tight, slightly rounded and definitely bitable.
I was about to suggest we leave when he bit my earlobe and whispered something about getting out of there. I was all over that.
“Hell yeah.”
He took my hand and practically dragged me down the hallway and outside into the empty amphitheater.
It was hard to believe only a few hours ago it’d been filled with screaming fans.
The stage lights were off but there was just enough lighting in the seats to see where we were going.
I staggered in my five inch heels and I thought I was going to hit the ground.
As if in slow motion the theater floor came at me, but at the last minute he reached out and caught me.
“Blue, I love those fuckin’ sexy heels but you’re gonna kill yourself.”
I laughed. I thought the same thing every time I put the damn things on. “Well, if someone wasn’t draggin’ my ass at the speed of light I’d be fine.”
“Fuck, sorry. Wait. Shit no, I’m not sorry. I want you. My cock’s been throbbing since I saw you backstage.”
“I want you too, baby. I was getting tired of waiting for you,” I said with a pout.
“We had a lot of shit going on, but now I’m all yours ‘til the bus leaves tomorrow.”
We’d made it to the edge of the theater’s lawn seating area when he pulled off his shirt so I could lie on it. The ground was a little damp but I didn’t care. I needed my fix. His cock might be throbbing but my pussy had been wet since he grabbed me in the suite.
He slid his hands under my Raining Chaos t-shirt pushing it up my body and over my head.
The hunger gleamed in his eyes when he saw my braless breasts, and it sent shivers down my spine.
Grinning, he tweaked my nipples with his callused fingers.
A moan escaped before I could stop it. Sexy, fuckin’ sexy is how he made me feel.
Never…and I mean never, did I think he’d want me like this, or at least want Sapphire.
“Fucking hell, Blue, did you go commando everywhere?”
“Maybe.” I batted my eyelashes at him. “You’re gonna have to find out, won’t you?”
His lips took mine in a passionate kiss. Holding me tight he crushed me between the ground and his hard chest. Our tongues dueled, taking turns tasting each other.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to get him even closer. His hard cock throbbed against my denim covered pussy, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me, but my skirt and his jeans were in the way. I needed them gone now.
I wasn’t sure if he read my mind or if we were both so fuckin’ horny we couldn’t wait, but he shoved my skirt up getting the answer to his commando question, and earning me another growl.
Unzipping his fly he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rubber.
Seconds later he slid his sheathed dick into my soaked pussy.
“Oh God yes. Wrath, fuck me. I need you so bad.” I wanted to feast on this sexy piece of man candy until I couldn’t breathe.
But I had to remember to stay in character.
There was always the chance I’d say something wrong and he’d pick up on it.
My rocker was smart, too smart, and the entire band was already suspicious with the shit going on.
“Fuck yeah,” he yelled as he thrust into my tight hole, his balls slamming against my ass. It was hard and fast, he fucked me like a machine, and I liked it. Over and over again he slammed into me rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust.
“Wrath, I’m gonna come, baby, oh my God, fuck…” Hard and fast he pushed me over the edge in a matter of minutes. My muscles tightened and my pussy grabbed hold of his dick as my orgasm rolled through me. My thighs gripped him tighter as each thrust pushed me further until I screamed my release.
I knew he’d been waiting for it, he held off until I came every time, a total gentleman right? NOT. I didn’t care, as least not right then. We were under the star filled sky, hot, sweaty, and totally satisfied.
He pulled out and dropped to the ground next to me. The sound of our dual panting made me laugh.
“How come every time we fuck I feel like I’ve run a marathon?”
“Because I’m that fuckin’ good. Why else?”
Laughing, I smacked him on the arm. Yeah and fucking modest too.
He surprised me by reaching for my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. Sensitivity after sex? What was up with that?
He turned to his side leaning on his hand.
Even in the dim light it was obvious he had something on his mind. I waited.
“Blue?”
“Yeah?”
He never had a chance to finish, a flash of lightning zigzagged across the sky, and then with no other warning the heavens opened up and dumped a shitload of rain on us.
“Holy crap,” I squealed. The water was freakin’ cold or maybe I was just overheated. I reached for my t-shirt and pulled it on, sliding his shirt from under me and tossing it to him.
He flung the used rubber in the grass and shoved his cock back in his pants. Grabbing my hand we ran for the limo waiting at the front of the amphitheater.
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