Seductive Chaos (Bad Rep #3)
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Authors: A. Meredith Walters
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Other Books by A. Meredith Walters
Find You in the Dark Series
Cloud Walking
(A Find You in the Dark novella)
Warmth in Ice
(A Find You in the Dark novella)
Bad Rep Series
For Matt.
Because you always knew I could.
“M
mm.” the deep throaty moan almost made me chuckle. But that would have been the wrong reaction to have when a girl had her tongue shoved down my throat and my hands were gripping her ass.
This chick was embarrassingly loud and I hadn’t even grabbed a boob yet. She was practically riding my thigh, rubbing herself all over me like a cat in heat.
I chanced a peek under lowered lids and couldn’t help but snort. She was throwing herself into it; I’d give her that. Her exaggerated hip thrusting would make porn stars stop and pay attention.
I really wished she would shut up. It made hearing what was going on out in the hallway difficult. Because I was waiting anxiously for what I knew was about to happen.
The impending explosion. The nuclear meltdown.
The possibilities of what would go down when the dressing room door flew open had me grinning like a damn fool.
And
that
was what was turning me on.
The impending shit storm had me really, really excited.
“Oh, yeah!” the girl groaned. I tore my mouth away from hers and glared down at her.
“Can you keep it down?” I suggested, annoyed.
She gave me, what I guessed was meant to be a sexy smile. “Shh,” she whispered, putting her finger over my mouth. Was she on something?
Then she was attacking me again.
Damn, she was aggressive.
Her name was Karly. Spelled with a “K.” She made sure to point that out after she had shown security her tits to get backstage after my band’s show. I wasn’t a stranger to randoms doing all sorts of crazy shit to see me.
It was the price you paid for rising fame and notoriety.
And I was Cole Brandt. Lead singer for the buzz worthy up and coming band, Generation Rejects. Even before our name started being thrown around as the next big thing, I had been playing the part of psychotic rock star for years. I partied. I did stupid stuff like run naked down a busy street or start a fistfight with a room full of bikers. I got so drunk I felt it into next week.
My bandmates laughed it off. The fans expected it. The women loved it. I had a reputation to uphold. I gloried in all of the hedonistic bullshit that came with playing rock and roll for a living.
The biggest perk was the women. And there were a lot of them. I wasn’t shy about it. I didn’t blush and make excuses.
I fucked.
A lot.
I was a slut. I embraced that. I slept with whomever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
My dick spent more time out of my pants then inside them.
So why was Karly (spelled with a K) and her double D chest and an ass I could set a cup on not doing anything for me?
Karly was the type of girl I usually couldn’t wait to drop my pants for. She had long blonde hair and a pretty enough face. Though honestly, her looks wasn’t what would have grabbed my attention. It was the body. It was curved in all the right places. And it was currently Velcroed to mine.
I knew what she wanted. It was the same thing I usually wanted. Quick, dirty sex.
And six months ago, I would have instantly taken her up on her blatant offer. I would have had my hands up her skirt before she told me her name.
But that wasn’t the purpose of this round of lick and grope. I had no intentions of letting Cole junior anywhere near this girl.
My ears pricked up. There was yelling out in the hallway. My heart started to thud loudly in my chest. My lips moved mechanically against Karly’s. She was shoving her tongue so deep into my mouth I could taste the burrito she must have had for dinner.
If I weren’t already completely turned off, that would have done it.
“I want to bang you so bad!” she moaned into my mouth. Bang? Really? Who said crap like that?
She reached down between us and cupped my flaccid junk in her palm.
She might as well give up if she thought that would get any sort of reaction. Russell the Love Muscle wasn’t interested in her.
I
wasn’t interested in her.
So why was I letting her tongue fuck my face you ask?
Something smashed against the wall outside my dressing room. There was more shouting and I couldn’t help but grin.
I heard a familiar voice yelling just beyond the shut door.
And finally, my dick started to rise to attention.
More shouting.
Someone was angry.
And my cock was really happy about that.
Karly was mid-thrust against my leg when the door slammed open, bouncing off the wall behind it.
“What the hell?” a shrill scream echoed around the tiny room and just like that, as if on cue, I developed a full-fledged hard-on in less than two seconds.
I pulled my mouth away from the writhing female in my arms and prepared myself for what awaited me.
And damned if it didn’t have me quivering like a virgin on prom night.
My erection strained against my pants and I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful woman standing there, ready to take my head off.
“You asshole!” Vivian Baily yelled, reaching down to pull off her shoe. She quickly chucked it in my direction. I was used to her temper tantrums and had the sense to duck when I saw the four inch spiked heel hurling towards me.
Unfortunately for Karly, she didn’t possess the necessary reflexes to avoid it. Vivian’s shoe hit her square in the face.
“Ouch!” the girl shrieked, her hands coming up to cover her nose. “I’m bleeding!” she screamed, her words muffled.
Vivian was pissed. I could practically see the wheels spinning in that gorgeous head of hers as she plotted a million and one ways to dispose of my body.
My head on the other hand, was thinking of the million and one ways I could get her clothes off and my cock inside her.
“Baby, I had no idea you’d be here,” I excused half-heartedly. It was a lie. I knew Vivian had planned to be here for the show tonight. I knew Maysie had gone to meet her at the airport while the guys and I were setting up for the concert.
I had known exactly where she stood in the audience. I screamed every lyric just for her.
So what the hell was I doing with Karly with a K?
“You fucking asshole!” Vivian yelled again, just in case I hadn’t heard her the first time. She ran across the room and slapped me hard across the face, her nails scrapping down my skin.
Her chest was heaving. Her see-through top had slipped down so now I was getting a nice eyeful of creamy, round breasts. Her neck and cheeks were flushed and her strawberry-blonde hair had come down and fanned out wildly around her shoulders.
Jesus, she was hot.
Her green eyes flashed and she slapped me again. I pressed a hand to my stinging cheek and started to feel the telltale signs of my own anger. It fueled my lust to an almost unbearable degree. They were all mixed up. Rage and hate and dick twisting desire.
“Fucking hell, Viv!” I roared, grabbing her wrists as she flailed about.
“Let go of me! I’ll rip your nuts off and then shove them down this bitch’s throat!” Vivian hollered, yanking her hands free of my grip.
Before I could figure out what she had planned, Vivian launched herself at Karly. I almost felt bad for the poor girl who was still covering her nose from the shoe assault.
Karly screamed and tried to run from the room. Vivian wasn’t a small girl. She was taller than average and she worked out. She had the body of a woman who liked to kick ass and take names later.
And unfortunately for Karly, she was about to learn that firsthand.
This was getting out of hand fast. I grabbed Vivian from behind, my arms wrapping around her waist. Her hands were curved into claws as she tried to grab chunks of Karly’s hair.
“Calm the fuck down!” I yelled into Vivian’s ear, my anger and my need making my lower body throb painfully.
“I'm sick and tired of it, Cole!" Vivian wailed, her hands waving wildly.
My eyes glazed over and she started sounding a lot like the teacher from Charlie Brown.
Blah, blah, blah.
But every time she jerked her hands, her shirt slipped down a little further off her shoulders.
It was official. I saw boobs!
I was like Pavlov's fucking dogs!
A tiny flash of cleavage and my mouth hung open and drool dripped down my chin.
"Are you listening to me?" Vivian asked shrilly.
I nodded, even as I was shaking my head on the inside.
Dude, I could see boobs! Don't judge me.
And Vivian's tits were amazing. I loved them. I worshipped them. I thought about starting a religion around them. People would come from far away to bow before the altar of her awesome breasts.
Nothing made me happier than burying my face between their curves and motor boating the fuck out of them.
Mmm. Motor boating. . .
Something hard hit me on the side of my head.
"What the hell?" I yelled, leaning down to pick up the black piece of weaponry Vivian had hurled in my direction while keeping a firm grip on her wrist. It was her other freaking shoe!
"I was talking, you dick!" she screeched. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.
"I know you were baby. I'm sorry." I tried to placate her. It had always worked in the past. But honestly, I loved when she was mad at me.
She was hot when she was furious and it usually led to the best sex of my life.
Viv shook her head.
“Vivian! What are you doing?” I heard someone call out. I tried to keep Vivian from squirming out of my grasp. But she was strong. Almost stronger than me. And she was filled with a murderous rage. That gave her super human strength. Her nails dug into my arms and I knew that would leave a mark.