Convincing Constance (The Blow Hole Boys) (11 page)

“That’s so. As long as you let me have control.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

Running my finger down the side of her face I pressed my forehead against hers. “I’d never hurt you.”

And then she kissed me. She put her arms around my neck and pressed against me on tiptoes. She was taller than most girls, and I liked that.

I moved her hands when they started to wander over my body, and she would make an aggravated noise and try again.

“Let me touch you
,” she whispered against my lips.

The thought of her soft hands touching my broken and frayed flesh made me want to run. I couldn’t stand it, and I knew if she kept asking
, I’d stop everything and never get to feel her body.

Moving her against the wall, I pinned her arms above her head. I leaned down and sucked in the soft flesh of her neck.

“No. I’m in control, remember?”

She mumbled something and then went loose in my arms
, letting me know she was mine completely… at least for that night.

The minute I forgot to keep holding her arms above her head, she went to touch me again, and again, I pulled her hands away. She broke the kiss and growled in aggravation.

“I want to touch you so bad, Tony. Your body is amazing and my fingers beg to feel you.”

Damn her for saying such sexy shit. God knows I wanted her hands on me, but I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t.

“No,” I whispered against the side of her neck.

And then she asked something that made everything stop.

“Is it because of the scars?”

I backed away from her. I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. All the air left my lungs
, and I suddenly felt like I was trapped in all the metal again, dying a slow death.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

My voice was accusing and loud, but I couldn’t help it.

“I saw them, and I don’t care. I think your abs are sexy and all that muscle
…” she said as she moved closer to me.

She draped an arm over my shoulder and I shook her off.

“When?”

I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been naked around her. Unless I’d taken way too many pills and been completely out of my mind, I would have never
taken off my shirt around her. I would never let her see.

“The night you passed out in my bed. You
r shirt came up and I saw. I touched you. Your chest and your abs. You’re amazing under your clothes,” she said with a seductive smile.

“Stop. Just stop.”

I started toward the door. I didn’t want to hear any more, but before I could, she blocked the door and stood her ground.

“If you push me away again, I’m done.”

The finality of her words hurt in my chest, but I was so embarrassed. I worked out… a lot. I was proud of my body, except for those damn scars.

I moved to go around her and she countered.

“If you care about me at all, you’ll stay and talk to me.”

And just like that
, I stopped. I stared down at her, confused.

“Do
you
care about
me
?” I asked.

Her cheeks lit up with a sweet little blush and I couldn’t help but grin. Constance wasn’t the blushing type.

“Do you?” I asked again.

“Maybe.” She smirked and shrugged.

I leaned in to kiss her again, but she stopped me.

“No, I want to talk.”

I sighed and looked to the ceiling in aggravation.

“You’re killing me. You know that right?”

She laughed a little and pulled me over to my bed.

“Let me ask you a question. Do you like touching me?”
she asked.

I looked at her like the answer was obvious
, and she laughed.

“I’m being serious. Do you like touching me?”

“Hell yeah, I do.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you like touching me?”

“Because you’re fucking hot,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her. Again, she stopped me.

“I’m being serious, Tony. I want a real answer.”

I took a deep, annoyed breath and ran my hands down my face. Turning to face her, I told her the truth.

“Because when I’m touching you, all the pain goes away. Because when I’m with you, all the memories dissolve into nothing and all I can think about is how amazing you make me feel.”

She smiled sweetly at me and grabbed my hand.

“If touching me feels that amazing, imagine what my touch would feel like. Let me touch you, Tony. Please.”

And just like that, she got over my walls.

He stood before me and
for a second, I thought he was going to walk away. I’d put myself out there like I never had before, and I knew if he did walk away, I’d never be the same.

But then he did something that shocked me. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Reaching down to the bottom of his shirt, he lifted it. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. Hazy morning light filled the space behind him and made him glow. Neither of us had been to sleep yet, and I was starting to think that maybe I’d passed out and was dreaming.

He stood there in the dim room before me, with closed eyes, and gave himself over to me. My eyes followed the path from his thick neck, over his muscled chest. His wide shoulders moved up and down with each breath, taking my attention from his chest before they fell and devoured his perfectly cut abs and dark happy trail beneath his belly button.

I looked up into his face and let my hands take over. I ran my fingers down the side of his neck before I ran flat palms over his shoulders. Air hissed past his teeth
, letting me know he was enjoying every minute of my hands on him.

His nipples were hard against my fingertips when I explored his chest, and I when I moved lower
, his stomach sucked in and a harsh breath rushed past his lips. I didn’t stop until I was circling his belly button with my thumb. I paused, giving him time to accept what I was about to do, and then I pushed my hands to the sides of this hips, running my palms over his scars and earning a tiny growl from him.

It was a turn
-on to have so much control over such a large and overwhelming man. I found myself soaking my panties just touching him.

I brought my hands up his back and pulled him closer to me. “You feel so amazing
,” I whispered against his chest before I softly planted my lips against his skin.

His hands made their way into my hair
, holding me close to him, and when I looked up, he was looking down at me with searching eyes. There was sadness and disbelief, but there was also relief. I understood without knowing the whole story.

Breaking the eye contact
, I continued to kiss and suck any exposed skin in my path, and he allowed it. I sat on the bed in front of him when I got lower, and I bathed his abs and the skin above his belt with kisses. He played with my hair softly with his head tilted back in bliss.

“Is this okay?
” I asked as I slowly began to unbuckle his belt.

His hand covered mine
, and I thought he was going to stop me, but instead, he looked down at me with desperate eyes and said, “Don’t stop.”

I unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops on his jeans. Once I threw it to the side, I unbutton and unzipped his jeans. They fell to his hips and gave me more skin to kiss. I ran my tongue over his deep V cuts and he whispered for me to keep going. I knew what he wanted, and I was going to give it to him.

I pushed his jeans down farther and stuck my fingers into the elastic waist of his boxers. Without giving him time to back out, I pulled them down, revealing his cock. Again, there wasn’t a damn thing tiny about Tiny.

He was soft and hard when I wrapped my hand around the base. I felt his girth expand against my palm when he moaned
, and a tiny bead of moisture popped out of the tip. Leaning down, I lapped up the moisture with my tongue. It was salty and sweet, and the noise that exploded from Tony’s lips pushed me for more.

I wrapped my lips around the tip and gave him a hard suck before working my mouth down onto him and pumping up his shaft with my fist.

“Fuck, Constance,” he rasped.

Filling both his hands with my hair, he helped direct my mouth where he wanted it. I didn’t stop. I continued to suck and use my hand at the same time. His breathing got deep
er and faster, and every now and again he’d mumble something or make a noise. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done.

Soon
, I let go of his cock and gripped onto his ass, pulling him into my mouth and sucking him like he was the best lollipop I’d ever had.

“You need to stop
,” he struggled to say. “Constance, I’m going to come. You should stop.”

I didn’t listen. I wanted him to release in my mouth. I wanted to give him that the way he’d given me my release not too long before. I gripped his ass tighter and pulled him into my mouth faster. His hips bucked and his fingers dug harder and deeper into my hair.

He twitched in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come.

“Oh my
God, baby. Yes,” he whispered before he let out a loud growl and exploded in my mouth.

I continued to suck, swallowing everything he had to give. When I was done, I backed away and stood. He looked down at me like it was the first time he’d ever seen me, and then he moved quickly. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist before he lowered me on the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He kissed the side of my neck and sucked in my earlobe. “Now it’s your turn.”

I pushed him back and smiled up at him as I used his exact words on him. “Right now is about you,” I whispered.

“Then lay there and let me have my way with you
,” he said before he kissed me.

He started lifting my shirt when a loud knock sounded at the door.

We both froze and waited.

“Tony? This might sound weird, but is Constance in there with you?” Finn said from the other side.

Tony stood quickly and threw his clothes back on while I adjusted mine. He rushed past me to the door and cracked it open.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” Tony said in the crack.

I was already dressed and making my way toward the door when I heard Finn say something that made me stop in my tracks.

“Constance’s mom is here.”

I walked into the kitchen
to find mom sitting at the bar with a beer in her hand. She was smacking playfully at Chet’s arm.

“You’re so cute. I swear if I was twenty years younger
,” she said with a flirty grin.

Chet was about to respond and say something I was sure would be equally disgusting, but then he saw me. He smiled, grabbed his beer, and left the room.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

She turned on her stool with pinched lips.

“Jack left me,” she responded.

“Are you surprised? That’s what Jack does. He leaves. He’s just a big fuck
-up. Did you really think he was going to stay and help you pay the bills?”

“Don’t start your shit, Constance. It’s your fault he left in the first place. I can’t believe you sat there and let your boyfriend beat him like that. Your uncle Jack loves you and he only wanted to spend some time with you.”

“He’s not my fucking uncle!” I screamed. “You need to leave.”

I felt my anger slowly building at a scary rate. I’d never lay my hand on my own mother. I wasn’t that much of a fuck
-up, but I was getting really close to breaking some shit.

“I can’t believe how easily you disregard family. He might not be blood, but he helped raise you—just like the rest of the guys.”

I couldn’t hear any more. I turned to walk away.

“Constance, I need money
,” she said in a rush as she jumped off of her stool. “You’re a big rock star now. You can afford it. Help me save my house—your father’s house. It’s your home. Your dad would roll over in his grave if I lost it.”

“Oh
, I have no doubt Dad’s been rolling over in his grave since the day we put him in it.”

“Aren’t you going to help me?”
she asked in a high-pitched voice.

I shook my head. “No one can help you. And just so you know, I’m not a
‘rock star.’ Therefore, I don’t have any money to help you. I’m sorry, but you need to leave.”

I left the room without looking back. It hurt to walk away from her, but it hurt worse when she walked away from me all those years ago. She quit being a mom long before I left, and as bad as I felt about it, I really had no way to help her. There was nothing I could do.

I went back to Tony’s room, hoping he’d still be there. I wasn’t the crying type, and I didn’t plan on pouring out my heart and all my problems to him, but I didn’t want to be alone. I’d practically been alone since I was sixteen. The day my dad died was the day I had no one left. Now, I sort of had Tony, and I didn’t want to let him go.

When I got back to his room, he wasn’t there. I sat on the edge of his bed and gave in to the stress and hurt. The door squeaked when he walked in.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said as he sat beside me on his bed.

The mattress dipped
, moving me closer to him. It was hard to believe that just minutes before, I’d been pleasuring him, and there I was in a crazy emotional state.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too.”

“Want to talk about it?” he asked as he laid his warm palm on my knee.

It was such a sweet and caring thing to do, and for some reason, it made the ache deep within worse. I couldn’t sit there with him being so sweet. My mind was going in directions it wasn’t supposed
to. Directions that had nothing to do with friends with benefits and everything to do with relationships.

“Not really.” I stood abruptly and started to pace the room. “Let’s go somewhere.”

The room suddenly felt too small, and the air was stifling.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked. “I’m not sure anything is open yet.”

I wanted to say anywhere as long as I was with him, but something told me he would freak out and I’d be left alone.

“Anywhere. Take me anywhere but here.”

He stood and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer. He was so warm—everything I needed in that moment.

“I think I know just the place
,” he whispered before he moved in and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

Tony drove a big black
SUV. It fit him perfectly. No way was he a tiny sports car kind of man. No. His SUV was tall. So tall that I had to use the “oh shit” handle to pull myself up into it.

I got in the passenger’s side without even asking where we were going. We had one final show together and then I had no reason to be near him. I wanted to soak in as much time with him as possible. If that meant driving straight into the sun, I’d go as long as he was beside me.

He turned up the music and we drove. He didn’t ask me any questions or pry into my life. He just held my hand and bobbed his head to the music. After twenty minutes of driving, I finally asked where we were going. He looked over at me with a knowing grin and shook his head.

“To the happiest place on
Earth.”

It was kind of cute to see him so giddy and ready for anything. He was in a mood I’d never seen him in before. His smile was real and stretched across his face
, making him look so young and carefree. I couldn’t help but smile back. The kind of smile that hurt my cheeks and made me feel like a total idiot.

Once I started seeing signs, I knew right away where we were going. I should have known when he took the exit to Anaheim, but it wasn’t until I saw the big
Disneyland
sign that I was certain. Of all the places he could have taken me, he was taking me to
Disneyland
. He was right; he was taking me to the happiest place on Earth.

Most girls would have hated that. Most girls would have wanted some place romantic. Not me. I jumped out of the car
like a ten-year-old girl when he parked and practically ran to the gate. He laughed at me as he bought our tickets.

We spent the rest of the day not thinking about anything but which ride to get on next. We ate junk food and took random pictures with different
Disney
characters. It was the best day I’d had in a long time. There were a few times when he was recognized and things would get kind of weird, but other than that, it was perfect. There was nothing like seeing a big tattooed rock star smile on the Dumbo ride.