32. Riot
Riot
Her journal is riveting. Or it would be if it didn’t seem to be written in code. I need the fucking cypher to work out whether this book holds the answers I’m looking for.
One thing it has given me is a bird’s eye view of a life that has been all downhill since she walked away from me and L.A. Riot.
I knew Carmine had blacklisted her from the industry, which was to be expected after they found evidence of her theft. But her apartment building burned down... I didn’t hear a thing about that.
I reach inside my notepad to flip the page on her journal while the others muck around and amp themselves up to go on stage.
Our local opening act is on currently and their music fills the whole place. They sound pretty good. Sonatina says they’re going to be huge if her daddy has anything to do with it. She’s probably right about that.
Toe tapping out the beat, I scan the next page for anything that will give me a hint into why she was robbing me blind. Was it because of Marco? Did she need it to get him off her back?
Settled into my new place today. It doesn’t feel like home. Not yet, but I’m determined to make it work. If I can find a job that will keep me on for more than a couple of weeks. But I’m starting to suspect there’s a reason that’s not happening.
Thankfully I have my savings to fall back on for now. I have bigger problems to worry about right now. Do I tell him?
If I tell him... how will he react?
I fucking knew it. The reason the label’s accountants found extortion was because she was wringing every dollar out of us that she thought we wouldn’t notice.
I have no idea how he’ll react. If he’ll want anything to do with me. It.
All she had to do was tell me, and things could have been different. I would have crawled on my hands and knees to have her forgive me for screwing Sonatina. I would have given her anything she needed.
But she’s still lying to me. Why? What does it matter now?
Kelsey enters the green room with Jasper behind her. She has her hands full with a dozen bags. And so does he.
I put my lyric book and her journal back in my bag while she directs him in stacking all her new things in a pile to be taken to the bus later.
“Wow.” Golden goes to meet her. He takes her hand and lifts it above her head. “Twirl, Special K.”
The others sit up too, like alert dogs with their tongues hanging out. I snap my notebook shut.
She’s not poor, miserable Kelsey that Bronx brought back to us like a lost, wounded animal. She’s not my Candy Head, with her dark hair and rockstar look.
She spins around slowly for us. Gives us an eyeful of the bohemian inspired white crochet mini dress, the black-cherry knee highs with their killer spikes at the back.
All topped off with hair that reminds me of the cherries that come in cocktails sometimes.
Now that it’s dried and styled, the brightness of it draws me in like moths to flames.
I want to run my fingers through it. I want to put my nose to her neck and see if she smells as much like a cherry as I imagine she does. Because my girl would.
But she isn’t mine, and no amount of nostalgia will change that. She’s keeping secrets, still lying to me. I can’t trust her. If I ever could. Not as long as she won’t even admit that she stole from us.
Bronx and Kodiak gush over her new look. They say all the complimentary things that she should be told when she goes to sit with them on the couch even though there’s more room on the one I am occupying by myself.
Golden has her on his lap, her back to his chest. He’s playing with her hair. “This hair is fucking sexy, Special K. Seriously. I love it.”
Bronx reaches across him to pick her up by her waist and plant her sideways on his lap. His lips find her shoulder. His eyes darken.
“What are you doing?” She giggles.
He locks gazes with me. “Seeing if you smell like a cherry.”
He remembers then. Prick.
She cocks her neck to give him better access. “And do I?”
“Mm,” he hums. “Edible.”
She squeezes her thighs together for him, but it’s me she finds with her gaze before Kodiak steals her attention by helping her to straddle him. When she puts her hands on his chest he says, “But do you taste like a cherry, Scary Girl. That is the question?”
The couch drags on the floor when I get up fast enough to make my head spin. Stalking over to them, I ring her throat with my hand and tip her head up.
I lose my breath in her wanton gaze. The tip of her tongue scrapes over her lips when they part.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” I lean over her and capture her mouth, thrusting my tongue inside to savor her. I devour her while she sits in his lap. She doesn’t taste like cherries, but she’s sweet and tart and fucking receptive.
The delicate muscles in her throat work against my palm as she takes my kiss like she’s desperate for it. A whimper escapes her as she starts to wriggle on Kodiak’s lap.
He groans. “Fuck.”
Since they’re not listening to me when I tell them to stay away from her, perhaps they’ll do better if I stop trying to keep her from them and instead take control of a little group bonding.
We can use her together until we’re all done with her.
I break off the kiss long enough to turn to Bronx. “You want to touch her?”
He nods.
I stare into her eyes. “You want him to touch you?”
“Yes,” her breathy voice is full of hunger.
“Look at him and tell him,” I order.
She turns to him. “I want you to touch me.”
“Tell him you want his hands on your tits,” I tell her.
She swallows.
“Is that what you want?” he asks.
“Yes.” She whimpers. “I want you to play with my tits.”
“Fucking hell, Kels.” He angles himself to face her and Kodiak before reaching across to slip his hand inside the neckline of her dress. He cups one of her breasts. Kneads it.
The moan she releases when he brushes her nipple makes my cock hard.
I lock eyes with him. “Perfect tits, right?”
“A good fucking handful,” he growls.
Her breaths become short, choppy things. Her scent is everywhere. She grinds on Kodiak’s lap like she needs to be filled.
But that’s not going to happen. He’s not getting his cock in her. Her sweet pussy is mine alone. “Kodiak, put those fingers to good use and rub her clit.”
His gaze on her is questioning. “Scary Girl?”
She spreads her knees for him. “I want you to touch me.”
He turns to me.
“Do it,” I growl.
Her urgent fluttery cry when his hand slides up the inside of her thigh to do as told makes my cock weep. She braces herself with a hand on his chest as the sinew in his forearm flexes between her legs with each move his fingers make.
Fucking hell, all this time I’ve been telling them to keep their hands off her when ordering them to pleasure her turns her on so fucking much. It’s hotter than hell.
I press my face into the side of hers. “You want to kiss Golden, Little Vandal? You want to let him taste you while Bronx plays with your tits and Kodiak makes you come? You want to be the bands favorite little whore?”
She cries out. “Yes.”
I crook a finger at Golden. He doesn’t question it like Kodiak and Bronx. Getting up, he moves around to our other side. He bites her bottom lip and tugs on it with his teeth.
Bronx puts his mouth to the bare area of her chest above her neckline and starts to kiss and lick.
Her cries grow more frequent until Golden shuts her up by shoving his tongue in her mouth.
She reaches for me, grabbing my arm and digging her claws into my skin. Breaking off the kiss with Golden, she tips her head up. Begging with her eyes and those swollen, pillowy lips for more from me.
“Ten minutes,” Coffey calls from outside the door as the road manager raps on it, reminding us it’s almost time to go on stage.
“You heard him,” I tell Kodiak in between devouring Kelsey’s needy noises with deep, dirty kisses. “Make her fucking come.”
Golden and I share her mouth. Letting her frantic neediness dictate which one of us she wants. We’ve shared groupies before, but it hasn’t been like this. Usually there’s ten of them to the four of us. Kelsey in the middle of this... it’s something else entirely.
She stiffens when she comes. Cries into my mouth as she clings to me, riding Kodiak’s finger on her clit until she can’t take another swipe.
Her orgasm breaks our hive like trance. The air becomes thick with an almost nervous energy. Golden gets up and goes to grab a beer from the table of supplies. Bronx adjusts himself and moves to the far end of the couch, grabbing his phone.
Kodiak removes his hands from their place beneath Kelsey’s clothing placing them flat on the couch as I scoop her up and carry her over to the other couch, so that it’s just her and me.
I keep her on my lap, both my arms encompassing her.
Holding her close and safe while she comes back to earth.
It’s the only thing I can do after that.
What I want to do is make her brace against the leather while I yank down her panties and remind us all that my cock is the one she’s going to be taking.
“Show time.” Coffey sticks his head into the room this time. His long hair is shoved up in a bun. If he notices the energy in the room, he doesn’t let on. “Five minutes. We good?”
“Perfect,” Bronx says.
He hurries on, but he’ll be back if we’re not out there on time. Anything I want with Kelsey is going to have to wait until we get on the bus later tonight. But then I’ll be amped up and ready to go for hours. Can she still handle me?
“Grab her a bottle of water,” I direct Golden.
He snags one from the ice, his gaze blazing with questions.
Are we going to be okay?
I nod.
I catch it from the air when he tosses it. Twist the lid off. Tipping it to her lips, I order. “Drink.”
For once—in the time she’s been back with us—she doesn’t argue. Her throat flexes as she swallows from the thin stream I pour into her mouth. Her head must be reeling to willingly let me look after her.
Mine fucking is.