Chapter 20
TWENTY
I wake up in agony. My head throbs, my ribs feel like they’ve been hit with a steel pipe, my cheek feels like it's twice the size as normal, and my cock is digging into Prue’s ass in a way that makes my balls ache.
“Do you always get hard in the morning?” Prue asks when I shift.
“I don’t normally wake up with a nice ass grinding against my crotch.”
“I’m not grinding. I’m trying to get out of your death grip.” She pulls at my arm. “Let me up.”
“No,” I say, tightening my hold on her. “I’m almost better.”
“I need to pee.” She sighs, going still. “So, unless you want me to pee on you, you need to let me up.”
“I’m not really into water play.” I nuzzle my head against her neck. “But if the alternative is having to let you go, I might have to deal with it.”
“Ben. Please.”
“Fine,” I groan, releasing her. She gets up walking out of sight.
I roll on my back, trying to assess the damage to my body. Letting my hand lightly touch my side, I wince from the sharp pain. Jesus. He probably did break a rib. Not the first time, but it’s been a while. I feel the top of my head. There isn’t a bump yet, just a spot that is tender to touch.
Glancing at my knuckles, I notice a few bruises forming. I’ve stopped punching people when we got signed. Didn’t want to break a finger and risk missing a show, but since my band is pretty much over, I didn’t care last night.
That’s not even true. I think even if I knew I had a show to play tonight I would’ve punched Charles. I’d do worse if Prue wasn’t around. She didn’t need to witness just how unhinged that man could make me.
Prue comes back a moment later, standing above me. Her eyes study me and I plant a smile on my face to try to hide the pain.
“Bet you wish you had those pain pills, huh?”
“No.” I force myself to sit up. Biting the inside of my mouth hoping not to show an ounce of pain, I keep my lips curved up.
“Just lay back down. I’ll make you breakfast.” She rolls her eyes, resting her hands on her hips.
“No need to make it.” I smirk. “I’ll just have what’s between your legs.”
Her eyes do another loop. “I’m afraid my pussy isn’t on the menu.”
“Special request and you know, it’s good for business to honor a request given by a famous rock star.”
“What do you like? Eggs?” she says, marching to the kitchen.
“What time is it anyways?”
“Like ten. We slept in.”
“Shit. I have to go get ready for lunch with Aaron and his fiancée.” I push myself to my feet, trying not to puke from the pain.
“Right.” She nods. “Should you still go to that? Your face is a little…”
“He has seen me worse. And you should go change, unless you want to go like that.” I eye her light pink lacy shorts and tank top. “I know I wouldn’t complain if you did.” I smirk.
“I can’t go. I have plans.” She doesn’t look at me as she talks.
“Bullshit.” I march over to her, without letting an ounce of pain show across my face.
My body is throbbing, and I can barely see straight as my feet slam across the wooden floor.
“I did not take the fucking beating I took for you to lie to me, Prue. I did not threaten to kill that fucker for you to go running back to him because you’re worried, I’m in over my head.
” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“So, I’m keeping you by my side, until I’m convince you won’t go back to him the second you are out of my sight, understood? ”
“Or what?” She glares at me. “You’ll put a knife to my throat?”
“Never.” I grin. “I’ll put my cock down it.”
“Joke’s on you then, because I like that.”
“Oh. I know you do.” I smile, releasing my grip on her chin. “Now go get changed. I’m not letting you freeze to death.”
She sighs, marching off to her bedroom. I follow her after a moment. Each breath feels like I’m being stabbed but I know if she sees an ounce of pain on my face she will be overwhelmed with guilt, and her flight or fight response will activate.
I take to sitting on her bed, watching as she digs through her drawers. A turtleneck is laying on the edge of the bed. She tosses a pair of black jeans beside them.
“You don’t need the turtlenecks anymore,” I say, picking it up. “Though they’ve kind of grown on me.”
Her eyes roll, as she pulls off her tank top. Her tits are mouth wateringly perky. And her nipples stick out just taunting me, begging me even, to pinch and pull them.
“My eyes are up here,” she snaps, quickly sliding on a bra. “You act like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before.”
“None as nice as yours.”
“Now who’s the liar.” She laughs. “You’ve been with porn stars and models, with perfectly made tits.”
“Ah. Don’t be jealous,” I tease.
“Should I get tested?” she asks, sliding on a pair of cute pink cotton panties. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“I’m fairly confident you are safe.”
“Fairly confident isn’t a no.” She grabs the yellow turtleneck from my hands. “If you gave me an STD, I will murder you.”
“God, that would be a sight to see.” I smile as she tugs on her jeans. “I’d love to have you put me out of my misery. Would you fuck me first? Try to cut off my cock with that tight little pussy of yours?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I’d smother you with it.”
“Even better.”
“You are so annoying,” she huffs, sitting on the bed. “Can’t even have a normal conversation. Always having to be cocky and arrogant. Does it ever get tiring?”
“Does rolling your eyes?”
“Yes, but I only seem to do it when I’m around you.”
“Good to know.” I laugh. “I like knowing I have a one-of-a-kind effect on you.”
She laces up some black converse before standing up. She grabs her purse from last night, dumping the content into another purse before turning to look at me.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I smile, sliding off the bed.
It’s pure agony to move right now, but I refuse to let her ass of an ex fully kill my band. Just like I refuse to let her go back to him. I’d die before letting her return to that situation, before I’d let her be in danger.