Wicked Bad Boys (79 page)

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hat I really needed after
today was a drink. I was not one to drink often, especially during a gig, but tonight, I was willing to check Johnny’s fridge for a beer or wine. I got up to go downstairs. My hand was already on the doorknob when I looked down at my sleepwear. This was not enough clothes with people roaming around the house. Fred and Larry were also staying in the guest bedroom downstairs, and I had no idea if the guys in the recording studio had left. I decided to play it safe and threw a robe over my pajamas.

My timing was uncanny. As I opened the door, Johnny was stepping into his room. He looked back at me when he heard me.

“Hey,” he said with some hesitation, not moving from his doorway.

“Hi.” I didn’t know what to tell him. “I was just heading downstairs to look for a beer or something.”

“There’s lots in the fridge. If you don’t see what you want, check the cellar. It’s the first door to the left of the main stairs.”

“Okay. Thanks.” I stood in the doorway, looking his way. I was hesitant to move, debating whether to apologize. Another apology. Geez. By then, I was tired of telling him I was sorry. I was sick of saying no to him.

“Hey. Can we talk a moment?” I asked.

“Sure.”

I pulled my door open and stepped aside so he could come in.

“Look. I’m sorry about before,” I started, turning to face him. He was still wearing his workout shorts, and he had his soaking wet t-shirt in one hand.

“It’s all right, Amanda. I’m the one who should say sorry to you. I got carried away. Again.”

I shook my head. “No, you told me to tell you if I wanted you to stop. And what did I go and do? I kissed you. I’m the one sending mixed signals here, not you.” He looked at me with those intense, stormy eyes. “I’m not trying to lead you on. I’m…I’m attracted to you. And I would be lying if I said I don’t find you sweet, and an overall amazing human being. That’s something that makes it harder to brush you off, or worse, to sleep with you now and hurt you when I brush you off later. I’m just trying to do the right thing.”

He nodded, seeming to process it. “Do you want to tell me why you’re afraid of getting close to me?”

I looked away. I was not ready to go there. “Not really. Some things happened, and some things were said…What matters is I don’t feel ready to try again.”

A blast of scrambled memories flashed through my mind and I closed my eyes, mentally trying to shove it aside. I shuddered, and felt Johnny step closer to me. I looked up at him.

“Hey. Are you okay?” His face was flooded with concern as he wrapped his arms around me. “Listen, I’m not going to try and convince you that I’m different from all the other guys. I’m sure you’ve heard that line.” He paused, his hand gently resting on my neck, stroking my hair. “But I want you to know this. I will never hurt you, Amanda. Never.” He tilted my chin up and looked deeply into my eyes. “Never.”

Something inside me broke open at his words. My eyes filled with tears. I blinked most of them away, but the one teardrop that managed to slide down my face was quickly kissed away by Johnny’s lips.

He pulled back again to look me in the eye. “If you want me to go, I’ll go, and I will do my best to think of you as just a friend. It’ll be really hard, because I’m crazy about you. But if that’s what you want, I’ll respect your wishes.”

I listened closely, letting him say his piece, not ready to admit he might be getting through.

He continued. “But if you tell me to stay, and let me in, I’ll do my best to be everything you need. I can’t promise you perfection, but I can tell you with confidence that I won’t stop feeling the way I do about you.”

My mind raced. My heart wasn’t far behind as his words hit me head-on. Except the thing was, my past was right there, lingering at the edge of both. I wanted him to stay, to hold me, and let me sink into his strength. It was the unsettled, fearful part of me that kept up the last line of defense. It told me that any guy could offer kind, sweet words, but as soon as you let them get close enough, you hand them the power to destroy you. I had been there, and I did not want to go back.

“And if you tell me to stay, I want you to give me a real chance. Don’t lump me in with all your past experiences. Don’t compare me to them. And please…promise me you won’t keep running away from me. Just let me in.”

He stared at me, waiting as my internal battle probably played out on my face.

“Amanda?” Hi voice was gentle.

“Stay with me, Johnny.”

He smiled, and before my fear could consume me, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It was unlike any kiss we had shared before. It was slow and deliberate. His lips gently clung to mine. My skin tingled, and my heart raced at the rush of emotions that seemed to envelope us, freezing us in that moment.

I didn’t try to rush past the emotion anymore. I let myself slow down, to savor the way his lips felt against mine, and the way my body slowly began to wake up. He deepened the kiss and took my bottom lip between his, sucking ever so slightly before releasing it again. His tongue traced every curve of my mouth before gently parting my lips and slipping inside my mouth. We stood there for what felt like forever, in a trance, lost in his spell.

He pulled from the kiss and slid his hands down the robe. He untied the knot at my waist and peeled the silky fabric off my shoulders. He lifted the hem of my long pajama top, slipping it over my head, exposing my almost naked body as I stood now with only panties on. My breasts perked up at the feel of the cooler air and my nipples hardening, waiting for his touch. Heat coursed through me, setting every inch of my skin on fire.

He lightly traced his hands from my shoulders down my chest, grazing my breasts before sliding to the delicate curve underneath, then down my stomach. His fingers stopped just above my navel and I had to hold back a whimper.

“Amanda, you’re so…beautiful.”

I looked into Johnny’s eyes and got lost in the look of desire as he studied my body. His intense gaze made me feel like the only woman in his world, and his adoring words and delicate touch made me feel sexy and sultry like never before.

I wanted him.

All of him.

His eyes came back up to mine and he stepped in close again, his body pressing against mine. He kissed me again, a little faster this time, the pressure of his lips on mine intensified with want. I slipped my hands on his chest, admiring his perfectly chiseled body by touch alone. My fingers traced every muscled line of his flat stomach, ratcheting up my desire.

“You know,” he said, between his kisses. “I think I need a shower.”

He broke away and looked at me, his eyes filled with lust.

“Use mine.” I pulled on the waist of his shorts and led him to my bathroom.

I stepped away from him and cranked on the water. Seconds later, he came up behind me, and I could feel that he had removed his shorts. He pressed his cock onto my back, teasing me. He stretched a hand around me and ran them along the front of my body, while grinding against me from behind. I moaned out loud when he palmed my tender nipples. He leaned over me and nibbled at my shoulder, gently pulling my hair out of the way with his free hand.

I reached between us and took his shaft in my hand. He shuddered against me as I ran my fingers up his length, feeling it stiffen even more under my touch. The hot water sent steam around the room now. I moved from him, stepping into the shower. He followed behind and slid the glass door closed, and we allowed the water from the dual showerheads to run over both of our bodies.

I turned to face him. Holy shit, he looked sexy wet. Water dripped down his gorgeous body, and little beads formed on his shoulders. It made his hair appear darker and his eyes an even lighter shade of green. And sweet Jesus, every taut muscle on his body glistened with seduction. He smiled and watched me as I reached over to trace the black lines of his tattoo. From the front, it looked like a musical note, but it connected to a large serpent on one hip, wound around his side and merged into a dragon that took up the width of his back. I had seen it under the dim light before, but it struck me as highly erotic in here.

He let me touch it for a while longer. I slid my fingers down his hips into the deep v-lines at his waist. He groaned and pulled me in at the waist. His body engulfed mine as he walked me backwards until I was pressed up against the smooth, marble wall. His lips devoured mine, and I returned each kiss. He dipped down, taking my nipple into his mouth, causing me to cry out and arch against the shower wall. He teased and tasted as I moaned and dug my nails into his bare skin. His lips skimmed the glossy skin between my breasts, moving to repeat the action on my other aching breast.

His hands slid down my body while he continued to pleasure each breast, alternating his attention between them. Pressure was building between my thighs, and as his hand sank lower down my belly. I was ready to beg him to fuck me. His finger slid between my folds and instantly found my clit. My nails sunk deeper into his shoulders as my pussy tightened at his touch. He made small circles around the tender bud. I sighed out my pleasure.

He pulled his hand away and I whimpered, craving more. My eyes flashed to his as he grabbed my hips and slowly spun me around so I faced the wall. His cock, slick with water, was now cradled between my ass cheeks. He reached around to continue stroking my clit. I arched back into him and felt his cock press against me harder, my body humming with anticipation. My heart was racing. I moaned and whimpered as he teased my throbbing pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he directed. I followed his instructions without hesitation. He reached between my legs with his other hand and pressed his cock at my opening, easing it inside me so slowly. I groaned, and when he was deep inside, he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting his shaft with such a powerful force, I could almost scream.

I cried out at the shockwave of pleasure that ripped through me.

“You feel so good, Amanda,” he whispered.

“Oh God, Lorne.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” He plunged deep inside me again, and got into his rhythm, pulling his hand away from my mound to grasp my hips. I was closer to a sweet release. I pressed into the wall, pushing my hips back to meet his force each time he drove in deeper, all the way to my core.

“Please, Lorne. Fuck me hard until I come.”

He responded and thrust harder, deeper. I moaned and cried out. He was driving me straight to insanity. My entire body was shaking, so close to its release. He kept the pace, and reached a hand up to my breasts, cupping his hand over the soft flesh. I had to fight hard to keep my legs spread for him, I was so weak, so close.

“I’m coming, Lorne.”

“God! I’m going to come too…”

The urgency and loss of control in his voice sent a force through me and my body crashed over the edge. I cried out as a fierce orgasm slammed through me. He continued to pump his hips wildly. A second wave hit me when he got to his peak, his hot release spreading through my core. My body shuddered. He held me steady as I descended, and lightly kissed my shoulder.

I turned to face him when some of my strength returned. The water from the shower still beat down on us as he leaned down and kissed my lips again.

“You’re incredible,” I murmured against his lips when he broke away.

“There’s so much more where that came from,” he growled.

He turned off the shower and ushered me out onto the warmed tile floor. Wrapping a thick bathrobe around my shoulder, he took my hand, and I followed him to my bed.

A
manda had finally let
her walls down. We were just scratching the surface, and that time in the shower was only the beginning. Seeing how much pleasure I could bring her filled me with a driving desire to give her more. It fulfilled something deep within me. I led her from the bathroom, contemplating all of the things that I wanted to do with her. To her.

Her eyes were wide with lust and curiosity as I helped her into bed and made her spread out on her back. For a minute, I stood over her, staring at her incredible body. She stared up at me, calling my name, asking me to be with her. I lost it. I lowered to the bed and gathered her in my arms, pressing her skin against mine. I kissed her and ran my hands down her body. I wanted to take her again, and this time I wanted it to last.

Her hand slipped down my chest, under my navel, and I sucked in a breath as she grasped my cock. Her fingers ran up and down my shaft. It took all of my control to keep it together and not let her get too carried away yet. I could barely hold back. I needed to be buried deep inside her tight pussy again. Soon.

I grabbed her hips and placed a pillow under her ass. She spread her legs wide for me, relaxing under my hands on her pelvis. I lowered to my knees and bent forward, pressing soft kisses on her flat belly. She ran her a hand through my hair, pushing my head down slightly. I kissed down to her mound, trailing a line down to her inner thighs and then up again, to her hood. She shook for a moment, and moaned when my tongue finally touched her swollen clit. My tongue grazed over her smooth lips, caressing down one side and up the other. She panted and whimpered as I explored her delicate folds. My tongue returned to her clit, circling the bud, flicking it teasingly before I took it in my mouth and sucked gently. Her hips tilted slightly up and down, her movements limited by the way my hands held her down.

“You taste so good, Amanda,” I hummed as I continued increasing the intensity. I devoured her, sucking and tasting her until her legs shook.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cried out as I brought her to orgasm.

She shuddered through her peak, and I laid my head on her pelvis for the few minutes she took to catch her breath. When she did, she slowly put her hands through my hair again. I lifted my head and looked up at her.

“I want you inside me.” She said it barely over a whisper.

I flipped her over and pulled her hips up, helping her to her knees. She followed my lead and bent before me, quivering with anticipation. I did not wait this time. I lined up my cock, gripped her hip with one hand, and plunged deep inside her moist pussy.

“Fuck…you’re so perfect, so tight and wet, Amanda.”

I slowly pulled out and buried myself inside her again. I felt her walls clench me, gripping my cock as I pulled out slowly. I thrust back into her, just as hard, and she cried out. I reached a hand forward to her breast, caressing the nipple as I thrust into her.

“I want to see you play with your breasts,” I told her, moving my hand back to her hips. She did it with no hesitation. I leaned over slightly, looking on as she took her breast in her hand while I pounded her. She twisted and teased each nipple, groaning more loudly under her own manipulation. My cock twitched inside her. I pulled out and thrust back inside, harder and faster each time. All notions of taking it slow were wiped away. I could not stop myself from slamming into her over and over as she moan and panted.

“Touch your pussy. I want you to come with me.”

She ran her hand down her body and slipped it between her legs. I wished I could get a better view to watch her touching herself, but the idea of it and her moans were enough. I continued to pulse and felt my cock pulse and throb as I got closer to release.

“Fuck! I’m coming.”

She moaned and pushed her hips back, her hand still at her mound. I plunged wildly into her, and came hard, bursting my release into her. Amanda’s pussy tightened and flexed around my cock, her climax releasing in shockwaves that shook through me as we came together.

I pulled out slowly. I didn’t want to leave her warm channel, but I desperately needed to kiss her and see her face. She whimpered and collapsed onto the bed. I stretched out next to her and pulled her into my chest. We both took some time to recover, our spent bodies melding together.

I looked over at her a few minutes later. She was asleep. In my arms. I closed my eyes and stayed, and eventually sleep found me too.

I
woke
up the next morning—with Amanda beside me in her bed. I looked down at the top of her head. She was nestled against my chest. She was still asleep. It felt so good holding her in my arms, and even better that she had asked me to stay. This is what I wanted ever since I had found a way to get close to her. It was not near enough that she was attracted to me, and enjoyed the scorching hot sex we had. What I wanted was more than just a temporary physical thing, and now she was finally willing to explore that with me.

She stirred in my arms, and slowly looked up at me. She seemed relaxed, and a smile crept up her face. I couldn’t help but feel relief that she was not ready to bolt again.

“Good morning.” She sat up and stretched. “We should probably get up. Kevin booked the label’s downtown studio today.”

“We’ve got time. I didn’t hear the guys leave until after midnight.”

“Okay. I should still get ready now. I want to check in with Fred.”

“Sure.”

“Look. Johnny. Can we keep this…whatever you want to call it… can we keep it between us?”

“I can if you want. Any reason why?” I was not one for labels either, but she already seemed dismissive about the huge stride we had made overnight.

“I don’t want Kevin to know, about…this,” she continued. “You’re used to battling with him, and you tolerate each other because you’re family. I don’t have that luxury. He still sees me as a threat to your career. I don’t want to fight him about it every time he gets in one of his moods. So can we just keep it between us? At least until the tour is over, and we have some time…you know? Some time to explore what’s happening.”

“Okay.” I did not agree, but I understood, and was prepared to give her what she needed. She was probably right about Kevin too. He was still mad about the dressing room footage getting out. If he found out we were getting closer, he would lose it. I could handle him, but he would make Amanda’s life hell.

I pulled her into my arms again and held her for a few more minutes. I sank my nose into her hair, memorizing the way she felt, how she smelled, and the heat between our two bodies as we pressed together.

“Let’s get going,” she said.

I released her and pulled myself up off the bed before turning to offer her a hand. She took my hand and kicked her feet off the side of the bed to get up.

“See you downstairs, okay?”

“Yes. I’ll get ready in my room,” I told her. “Otherwise I’m liable to take you again.”

She smiled, releasing my hand after a few seconds. I walked to the door, and turned gave Amanda one last glance as I opened it. She had already turned away and was busy pulling clothes out of her dresser. I tried to ignore the ache in my throbbing cock, and left, stepping butt naked across the hall to my room.

I
took
my time to get dressed. An hour later, I was ready. I went down to the kitchen for coffee, sat to have a few sips, and decided to fill two travel mugs for Amanda and me. She was in the living room when I came back out to wait for Kevin. She wore a sexy grey jumper-styled dress one of the wardrobe stylists picked out for her—a smart move if the paparazzo were hanging out at the record label’s studios. Her hair slicked back in a low ponytail, with loose bangs that almost covered her eyes. I wanted to touch her, take her right there in the living room. She glanced up at me and gave a quick smile.

“Coffee?” I passed her a mug.

“God, yes. Thank you.”

“Everyone ready?” Kevin entered the room and stepped toward the door.

“Yes,” Amanda replied. “Is Fred or Larry coming along?”

“Larry’s joining us. He’s already outside.” Kevin turned to me. “All set? I brought your guitar up from the downstairs. It’s in the back seat outside.”

I offered a shrug. I was in for a day stuck in a claustrophobic recording booth, singing songs I hadn’t written about things I didn’t care for. It was no longer something to look forward to. I had shown the producer some of my lyrics down in the home studio yesterday, and he seemed into it. He had even picked out some sample beats for them. Of course, once Kevin got wind of it, he swept in and shut us down before we could get it off the ground. Today would be different. If the chance arose, the producer could work on some ideas for me—without Kevin knowing.

Still resentful, I glared at the back of his head as he walked out to his Range Rover. Larry was in the front seat. He nodded when we approached. Amanda and I sat in the back, with my guitar propped up between us.

“The press bought the story about Amanda being the jealous girlfriend,” Kevin said once we pulled down the driveway. “So it seems we avoided one mess. However, this new deal with the dressing room footage and photos…it’s turning into a circus.”

“We’re working to identify and detain the person who planted the camera, but it will take time,” Larry said, turning to look at Kevin and back at us.

“Yes. It’s time we don’t have. Anyway, to the rest of the world, it’s not a public relations issue. You’re a young couple, you’re in love, you can’t keep your hands off each other, yadda yadda. But, it can’t happen again, do you two understand?” He glanced at us briefly using the rear view mirror.

I returned his gaze. “Drop it, Kevin. It happened. And it could happen again. It does not concern you or anyone else.”

I took Amanda’s hand in mine and placed it on one leg. Her eyes flashed down at our clasped fingers, then back up to look into my eyes. I wished I knew what she was thinking, but her face had a blank expression.

“The two of you aren’t part of the bigger plan, Johnny,” Kevin said after a few minutes of silence, as though Amanda wasn’t sitting inches away from him.

“Maybe you need to put some other artist into your plan, and let me figure out my own ‘bigger plan’ alone.”

We were all silent the rest of the way, and when we got to the studio, I was the first one out of the car—with my guitar in hand. I stepped around back to get Amanda’s door, and we walked across the parking lot and into the building together. In my peripheral vision, I could see Kevin and Fred keeping pace behind us. I held the door open for Amanda.

“I thought you were going to try to be low-key with Kevin for the rest of the tour?” she whispered quickly before they could catch up to us.

“That wasn’t?”

Her eyes were wide. “The hand-holding might have been a pretty good indication.”

“That doesn’t mean we’re together.”

I could see the mild annoyance on her face. “What else would it mean?” She paused. “You know what, never mind. We can talk later.”

Kevin came up behind us. “We’re late enough—”

“I’m going, Kevin. Relax.”

I kept the door open so he and Larry could pass, and followed them through the large lobby to the elevators. The four of us got to the record label’s floor, and found the recording suite we had booked. Most of the band members and sound crew were lounging around, waiting for me to arrive. Amanda and Fred sat on one of the empty sofas and waited.

The producer, Terry, was ready when I walked in. “Hey man! Everything from yesterday was great. Amazing. We’ll start on a few new tracks today, and we should be good.”

“Cool.” I put my guitar down and walked over to him. “Hey, can we talk outside for a minute?”

“Sure, man. What’s up?”

We stepped out into the hallway. “I want to get some of these song ideas I showed you yesterday in the next album, or as a standalone.”

“Of course. There was some good stuff in there. Not your usual thing, but definitely worth working on. You want us to try some out today?”

“Nah. Not with Kevin here. He’s got his own ideas. Let’s work on it a day when I’m back in town. Before the tour is over. But we need to keep it on the QT, okay? Otherwise Kevin’s bound to quash it before we make it happen.”

“No problem, Johnny. Let me get some of the lyrics off you now, and I’ll start playing around with it. You got them with you today?”

“Yeah. It’s inside.”

“Cool. Let’s get the receptionist to make a copy for me.”

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

“No biggy, my man.” Terry pulled the door to the studio suite open. “Let’s get back in there. I want to do a quick playback so you can hear how we made out yesterday.”

For the first time in a long time, I was energized about being at a recording session. My girl was waiting outside my recording booth, my songs had some hope of being shared, and the future looked promising.