Convincing Constance (The Blow Hole Boys) (12 page)

On the walk back to his SUV, I had my hands full of stuff and hot-pink Mickey Mouse ears on my head.

“Okay, seriously, I need to get a picture of you with those ears on.” He laughed.

“Whatever. I make these ears look good.” I joked.

He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me.

“You sure do
,” he said with a grin.

It was such a casual thing for him to do. It was as if we’d been together for years, and I didn’t hate the way it felt.

Once I was settled in the seat and we were making our way back to Los Angeles, I reached out and grabbed his hand. I ran my thumb over his palm and smiled to myself.

“Thank you for today. I really needed it
,” I said.

He grinned over at me and lifted my hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Anything to make you smile, Constance.”

It was in that moment that I knew I was in love with Tony. The way he made me feel, it was unlike anything I’d ever known. I’d fought it tooth and nail. I’d tried to keep my feelings out of it, but he made it impossible not to feel for him. He saw me for who I truly was without knowing anything I’d gone through in the past. Simply put, he was everything I could ever want, and I was starting to think it was time I started getting the things I wanted. That included him.

I stood just outside the
door and listened. I knew it was wrong, but I saw the look on Constance’s face when Finn said her mom was there. Not to mention, I wasn’t sure if her mom had brought the sick fuck Jack with her. I wasn’t about to let that shit go down.

I wanted to go in the kitchen and give her mom a piece of my mind, but I knew that would piss Constance off more. I slipped to the side and out of the way when Constance walked past me and toward my bedroom.

Stepping out into the kitchen, I came eye to eye with her mom. She was a seedy-looking bitch—all drenched in nicotine and rocking a style that had long since died. I didn’t want to hate her, but knowing how she treated Constance, I couldn’t help myself.

“You should leave
,” I said sternly.

She didn’t say anything as she walked past me and out the front door.

Going back to my room, I found Constance sitting on the edge of my bed. She wasn’t crying, but I could tell she wanted to. She played hard-ass well, but I could still see the hurt in her eyes when she looked up at me.

I wanted to make that hurt go away more than I wanted my next breath. I couldn’t stand to see her so unhappy. When she said she wanted to go somewhere, I jumped all over that shit.
Disneyland
wasn’t the most romantic place on Earth, but it was the happiest, and in that moment, I wanted her to be happy.

The day was perfect, and honestly, I needed a day away from everything, too. We were both running on adrenaline at that point since neither of us had slept the night before. I watched as she laughed and played with the kids around us. I couldn’t help but laugh when she danced with Donald Duck outside the Sleeping Beauty castle. I’d never seen her act so carefree, and I was proud I could give her that.

She fell asleep on the ride back to the condo. It was hard not to fall asleep myself. I didn’t wake her when I parked in the parking garage beneath our building. Instead, I lifted her in my arms and carried her the rest of the way. A man on the elevator looked at me like I was a crazy kidnapper on the way up to the top floor.

Thankfully, no one was home when I opened the front door and carried her to my room. The last thing I wanted to deal with was shit from Finn and Chet.

She opened her eyes briefly when I laid her in my bed. Then a soft smile spread across her lips and she turned on her side. I untied her boots and slipped them from her feet before I undressed down to my boxers and T-shirt and slid in the bed behind her.

It wasn’t until I was almost asleep that I realized I’d gone the entire day without taking any pills. Maybe Constance was good for me. When I was with her
, I didn’t think about the pain. I didn’t think about anything but the way she looked when she smiled up at me or the way she felt in my arms.

I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her and a happy smile on my face.

I woke on my back
with one arm above my head and one arm around Constance. She was wrapped around me, her leg thrown across my hips, her arm across my chest, and her face pressed to the side of my neck.

Her breathing was soft and steady
, sending chills down my shoulder. I brought my hand up and rubbed her back, earning a sweet little moan from her. I couldn’t help myself; my cock was already rock hard. She felt so good pressed up against me. I wanted her.

Leaning my head down, I lifted her face to mine and softly kissed her. Even in her sleep
, she kissed me back. When I pulled away, her eyes were half opened.

“Tony?”
she whispered into the dark room.

“Yeah?”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she kissed me again. This time she took charge. She moved so she was practically on top of me. I filled my hands with her ass and pressed her against me. It had been so long since I’d been able to do this with a girl. Not since before the accident.

Breaking the kiss, I buried my face in her neck and tasted her. She moved her hips and rubbed herself against me. The friction felt amazing, so I pulled her the rest of the way on top of me. She straddled me, pressing her sweet spot right up against my cock.

When she leaned back, I took the opportunity to pull off her top. She pulled it from her arms and slung it beside the bed before coming back down and kissing me again. I latched onto her hips and helped her when she rolled her ass back and forth before I moved my hands up and started to unlatch her bra.

I wanted to feel her skin
on mine, so once I unhooked her bra, I leaned up and pulled my shirt over my head. It was weird being able to do that in front of another person, but Constance had already seen everything I was hiding. Not to mention, it was dark in the room.

Her hands roamed my chest and abs
, and I lay there enjoying it and allowing her free rein over my body. She continued to move her hips, and her breathing was getting heavier. Sitting up, I pulled her hips closer to me and then brought her face down to mine so I could kiss her again.

At the same time, I went to work on her pants
, allowing my fingers to dip inside her panties and rub the soft skin there. She stood and planted her hands on my shoulders as I peeled her pants down her legs. I kissed the inside of her thigh and her four-leaf clover. She ran her hands over my shaved head and pressed my face into her.

Running my tongue along the inside of her panty line, I was able to taste her. She was sweet and tangy
. An explosion of Constance coated my tongue.

“Please don’t stop
,” she said as she cocked her leg to the side, opening for me.

Pushing her black lace panties to the side, I went for the kill. I sucked in her sensitive nub and ran my tongue over it. Her knees shook and her grip on the back of my head tightened. I licked and sucked and held her hips to my face as she began to move.

She was close to coming, but I couldn’t take it anymore and I wanted to feel her orgasm. I’d gotten many women off with my mouth and hands, but something about fucking a girl until she came all over me turned me on beyond belief.

Pulling her down into my lap, I flipped her onto her back and went to work pulling her panties down. She looked up at me with wide eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” I said.

And I meant it. I wanted to make her scream my name over and over again. I wanted to ruin her for any other man. She was mine, and when I was done with her, I wanted her to know that without me having to say it.

I reached into the table next to my bed and pulled out a condom as she began pushing my boxers down my hips. What started out slow was beginning to move fast. I knew I should have slowed things down and enjoyed the moment, but I couldn’t wait to be inside her. It was the only place I wanted to be since the moment I’d met her.

I rolled the condom on and even that felt good. Constance’s hands were all over me
. I almost didn’t notice when she ran her fingers over my scars. She pulled at my hips like she couldn’t wait for me any longer. It was fucking hot.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” I asked as I stuck a finger into her wetness and moved it around.

She squirmed and began to pant.

“Please, Tony. Now
,” she said.

Pulling my finger out, I coated the head of my cock with her wetness. I leaned over her and pressed my hardness against her in a teasing manner.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.” My voice broke.

“I want you inside me
,” she said as she latched onto my ass and pulled me into her.

I let her guide me into her warmth. She was tight and her inner muscles flexed
, sucking me in deeper. She felt every bit as amazing as I thought she would, and I almost lost my shit right then.

I pulled out and pushed back into her
, filling her completely and going balls deep. That was all it took. I slipped my arms under hers, locking my body on top of her, and I didn’t hold back. I pumped my hips over and over again, relishing in the noises she tried to cover behind her palm. I didn’t give a fuck who heard us.

She wrapped her legs around me
, opening herself to more, and I took everything she gave. Her moisture seeped between us, smearing and filling the room with juicy smacking noises. When I didn’t think I could move any faster, a fresh batch of energy would fill me and I’d pick up the pace.

Unlatching one of her legs from my side, I pulled it up and put it on my shoulder. I thought she was going to explode in that moment. No longer worried about covering her mouth, her sweet noises filled the room
, and the headboard of my bed made a bass line against the wall that I was going to write into my next song.

I’d never felt anything so good. I’d never been a part of a woman the way I was with Constance. She accepted me—scars and all. She pulled out a completely different kind of beast from within me and then she let him have his way with her.

Looking down at her, I knew in that moment that I was in love with Constance. Not just because of the sex, but because she was everything I ever wanted.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I held back my words of love as I continued to bring her to release. Her mouth gapped open and the sounds stopped, letting me know she was close. Leaning back, I grabbed her other leg and put that one on my other shoulder. Pressing on the back of her thighs, I moved fast
er and harder. Pulling an orgasm out of her and pushing myself toward mine.

She cried out when she broke. Her nails dug into my hips
, holding me to her, and her insides tightened. The smacking intensified as she poured all over me. I moved faster since I could feel my own release coming, and she broke once more, except this time she was beyond making any noise. Instead, her head fell back, her breathing became erratic, and her mouth fell open. A tiny squeak let me know when her orgasm was at its peak.

“Fuck yes, Constance
,” I growled.

Her release felt so good for me. Just knowing I was making her feel good intensified my own feelings and I could no longer hold back. I threw my head back and called out my own release. I’d never felt something so magnificent. I dropped on top of her and worked my hips while I filled the condom with all that I was.

She cradled my head to her chest and whispered words to me that didn’t make it into my brain. When I was done, I couldn’t move. She continued to hold me close to her as I tried to catch my breath. Her fingers made their way over my head, down the back of my neck, and over my shoulders. And then she said the words that rocked my world.

“I love you, Tony.”

When Tony said he was
going to fuck me good, he wasn’t fucking around. I was pretty sure I’d died and been revived in the same breath. I’d never felt anything so wonderful in all my life.

Sex was supposed to be like that. It wasn’t supposed to leave you ashamed and scar
red for the rest of your life. It was supposed to open you up, relieve you of all the bad, and fill you with so much pleasure you were positive you’d never know bad again.

Again, it felt as if he’d released me from some of my dark memories and placed new ones in their stead. Memories that I’d hold on to forever. Memories that would get me through the bad that was sure to come my way in the future.

In the blissful moment after, when I held him close to me and relished in his release, I let it all go. Words I swore I’d never say to another human being slipped from my lips and I meant them.

His body tensed in my arms and I knew right away that I’d ruined the moment. No matter what, Tony was still Tony. He was still the bass playing druggy for Blow Hole. He was still a pill popper with deep
-set issues. No matter what I said to him, he’d always be that person.

I knew when all was said and done, I was going to get up, get dressed, and try my hardest to forget all the good I felt in his arms. I knew I’d have no choice but to do that to keep myself sane. Tony didn’t and would never have those feelings about me, and I couldn’t blame him because just weeks before
, I was the same as him.

He pulled back and looked down at me in confusion.

“What did you just say?”

Embarrassment filled my cheeks with red
, and I quickly turned my face to the side.

“I didn’t say anything.” I tried to cover.

He softly turned my face back to his.

“If we’re going to be together, you should know I hate liars.” He grinned down at me.

The weight on my chest was lifted away with his words. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose.

“I love you, too, Constance
,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth.

I fell asleep in his arms with his fingers in my hair and a happy smile on my face.

“Get the fuck up!” Chet
called from above us. “Put your dick back in your pants, Tiny. We have to go. The show starts in an hour.”

We’d overslept big time since both of us had completely forgotten about the final show on tour. I went to my room and showered the fastest I’d ever showered and threw on my clothes. Instead of trying to do anything with my hair, I put it in separate braids.

I was tying up my boots when Finn came to my door.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

I didn’t miss the fact that he wasn’t making eye contact with me.

“Yep. All ready
,” I said as I stood and adjusted my braids.

I walked up to him
, thinking he would turn around and leave, but instead, he stood there blocking my door.

“What’s up?” I asked.

He crossed his thick arms over his chest and shook his head.

“About Tiny. He’s not… I’m not sure he’s ready to—”
Finally, he gave up on what he was saying and said, “Just be careful, okay?”

I smiled up at him before giving him a hug.

“Yes, Finn. I’ll be careful.”

I slipped past him and went to the front door where Chet and Tony were standing. Tony pulled me to him and grabbed my ass.

“You look sexy,” he whispered in my ear.

“I heard that
,” Chet said. “And I agree.”

I laughed when Tony playfully punched Chet in the arm.
I hadn’t been so happy since I was a little girl listening to my dad play with the guys.

Tony and I snuck in secret touches on the way over to the venue, and once we were backstage, I’d catch him looking at me and smile. The band before us was finishing up and it was almost time for us to take the stage. It was then that I saw Tony pull out his pill bag.

I’d almost forgotten about all the bad that came with dating someone like him. I’d almost forgotten about my promise to never get mixed up with the drugs and craziness that came with being around rock stars.

Before he could get the pills out of the bag, I went to him and laid my hand over his. He looked up at me and his brows bunched in confusion.

“Don’t.”

The word slipped out of my mouth like I was begging
, and I hated myself for sounding that way. The fact was I wanted Tony, and I’d known from the start he had a problem. I wanted to help him.

An uncomfortable smile lifted his lips and he tucked the pills back in his pocket. He nodded his understanding and leaned down to give me a quick kiss.

“Oh God. Here we go. Another pussy-whipped fucker in the group. Pretty soon I’ll have no one to party with,” Chet said.

Before Tony could, I reached out and punched Chet in the arm.

That final show with Blow Hole was full of mixed emotions. Since being on the road with them, I’d grown to love the stage. The adrenaline that came with playing in front of thousands was something I couldn’t explain. It was what I was supposed to do. I was meant to follow in my father’s footsteps.

A
t the same time, it was sad. All things must come to an end, and my time with the boys was ending. Sure, I had Tony now and I was sure to see the boys all the time, but that was different. It was nothing like playing with them on stage. The energy they had—it was addictive.

We stayed afterward and signed autographs. I never signed so many in my life. Chicks and guys were asking for my signature. It was a new world for me.

“Hey, Constance, are you single?” a guy yelled from the back of a group as we walked by. “If not, go out with me!”

I kept walking. I wasn’t going to answer because truthfully
, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what Tony and I were. I was stopped when a thick arm came around my shoulders and pulled me close. It was Tony.

“Sorry, dude. She’s taken
,” he said with a big smile.

I smiled up at him and we laughed when the crowd cheered.

“Move your asses, lovebirds. The crowd’s getting thick,” Finn said as he tugged my arm to follow him.

We climbed into the car where we were taken to a massive after
-party at Music Line. Gary Steele was there with a drink and a smile for me. I was happy when I sipped my drink to find it was a coke with nothing added to it.

“Looks like things worked out for you, huh?” he said as he smiled over his cup.

My eyes caught on Tony, who was laughing with the guys behind Gary. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“You look much happier since the last time I saw you. I’m thinking music looks good on you. Come by Monday. We have something we’d like to discuss with you.”

“I’ll be there.”

As the night went on, I was introduced to a few people. Somehow I’d gotten separated from the guys and hadn’t seen them for at least an hour. I made my rounds around the room
, trying to find them and fake smiling at people when they stopped me to talk.

An arm came behind a curtained doorway and pulled me when I walked by. I opened my mouth to scream when a ha
nd covered my mouth.

“It’s me
,” Tony whispered.

The space was dark so I couldn’t see his face, but when he grabbed my hand and pulled me
, I followed his lead. I ran behind him, our steps echoing into the darkness until we reached a door. He threw the door open and pulled me inside. He flipped a switch and the room lit up with a dim red light.

“Where are we?” I asked.

Looking around us, I saw a drum set and a few other instruments in their stands were littered across the room. Mics waiting to be used were perched in their stands.

“Recording room
,” he said as he leaned in and kissed me. Breaking the kiss, he began to reach up my skirt. “I want you.”

“So demanding
,” I said with a smile.

“Damn right.”

He pressed his body against mine repeatedly, and I knew it felt good for him to rub against me. I gasped when he stuck his hand in the side of my panties and stuck two thick fingers inside of me.

“Fuck. You’re already so wet
,” he hissed.

His words were slurred, but I didn’t pay attention. I thought perhaps he was just as excited as I was. I leaned up against the wall and let him have his way with me. He moved his fingers in and out until I didn’t think I could stand it anymore.

I reached out for his belt and started to undo it. He pulled his hand from my panties and flattened his palms on the wall beside my head. Looking down, he watched as I loosened his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell down his hips and I pushed his boxers down with them.

He was hard and standing straight up. I ran my fingers over the tip
, and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. Gripping him with a strong fist, I moved my hand up and down.

“Yes. That feels so fucking good.”

He reached down and lifted my skirt around my hips and then lifted me and pinned me to the wall. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on as he ripped my panties from my body.

“Hold on tight, baby
,” he said as he slammed his body into mine.

From that point on
, things moved quickly. He held on to my hips as he filled me over and over again, hard and fast. The pictures beside us on the wall shook and every now and again my back would hit the light switch making the light in the room flicker.

I dug my nails into his back until I was sure I was drawing blood, but he seemed to like it. He pulled out quickly
, letting go until my feet hit the floor, and then he turned me and bent me over a chair that was beside us. My ass was up in the air and my face dug into the back of the chair as he latched onto my hips and fucked me hard.

Loud noises filled the room
, and I cried out when he reached out and smacked my ass.

“Oh God!”
The words rushed from my lips.

I had to admit I liked it rough. I knew that even more when he reached out again and grabbed a handful of my braids
, pulling me until the side of my face reached his.

“You like getting fucked
, don’t you, baby?” he growled into my ear.

I moaned my answer and nodded.

He was like another person completely, and while the night before was wonderful, I definitely wasn’t complaining. With Tony, I was going to have the best of both worlds—the slow and soft and the hard and fast. I was down for that, no problem.

He reared back and smacked my ass again. The sting had barely sunk in before his warm palm covered it and rubbed it out. And then I exploded around him
, giving him the satisfaction I knew he wanted.

I was loud and I didn’t care who heard me. My cries filled the dim room and the chair beneath me screeched across the floor
, and he pushed into me harder and harder. My leg was starting to buckle, but his hold on my hips was keeping me up.

With one final smack on my ass, he growled out his release.

“Fuck!” he called out, and then he slowed down.

Once he pulled out, I pulled down my skirt and stood. My legs where weak and my ass stung. I smiled to myself
, knowing there was probably a big red handprint across my ass.

I turned around to find him pull
ing his condom off and tossing it into the trashcan. I smiled, but then my smile faded when he looked up at me. His eyes were glazed-over slits and he could barely stand up straight.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall as if it were holding him up. “Never better.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, but I decided then wasn’t the best time to talk about it.

“Okay, I’m going to the bathroom to clean up. I’ll meet you out front,” I said.