Romance: Gibson's Legacy ( New Adult Contemporary Erotic Romance) (Last Score Book 1) (16 page)

Matt got the wrong idea and thought I had tapped her and to be frank I never set him straight on that, so he told me her surname and that she’d gone back to Florida after her time at college was over. He seemed to think she was living with the same tool I had seen her with in the bar, so I wondered where he fit into the picture I was building.

Four hours later and I had an address for her. The private investigator Charlotte employed was one we had used often for various reasons I won’t go into. So I had Chloe’s address, the fact that she’d come into money and had moved from the apartment she had shared with Kace O’Neill.

Something that the investigator found suggested that she didn’t want to be found. I didn’t get bogged down with the details of that, but asked that he help her cover her tracks better, if it had only taken him four hours to find her.

Appearing on stage that night, my mind was elsewhere. My brain was ticking over all the facts he’d given me, and because I had them and my impulsive nature was desperate to do something about that. I usually made things happen for myself.

Looking out at the audience, I had a flashback to the night I watched a girl being dragged away by security. I knew there was something about her eyes, and it suddenly came to me, they were similar to Chloe’s.

According to the investigator there was no guy on the scene, and that snippet of information made me want to go after her. Like I said, I made things happen for myself.

Chloe had a low opinion of me, and like I said before, I couldn’t make her ‘unsee’ all the stuff she’d had access to about me and the other women a few years ago, but she had only observed the boy in me then.

Putting our heads together, we came up with the idea that Chloe had won a competition to see M3rCy. Trying to be clever, we decided that it would be for her and three friends. I knew the band would be happy to entertain a few girls with me.

All that was left was to get the telephone company on board. Again, that was simple because they were one of the sponsors on our tour, so they were more than happy to play along. The only issue I had was that Tori had set her sights on me, always touching me and trying to flirt, and I was aware of how dangerous she could be if she decided to meddle in the any plan I had about Chloe.

Nervously, I waited for feedback and continued with my day, knowing I’d have to squeeze someone by the balls if there wasn’t positive result from our concocted plan to get Chloe to the show in LA. It had to be that gig, because that was the only time I had a weekend off.

Fuck Toby and water sports. I was thinking of something much more energetic than surfing, and with a bigger plus on the satisfaction, relief, and relaxation side. Toby and I could still find time to get with each other, even if we stayed up all night.

Coming off the stage, Charlotte handed me a piece of paper, which pissed me off, because she got paid to read and inform. “So?” Furrowing my brow, I waited for her to spell out the verdict.

Smiling widely, Charlotte handed me a towel to wipe the sweat off my brow and smirked, “Yup, she bought it. A week from Friday, 16th at Staples.” Grabbing Charlotte by the back of her head I pulled her in and landed a kiss on her lips.

“Good girl. One of these days I’m gonna fuck you if you keep getting results like that for me.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes, “In your dreams Gibson. My wife wouldn’t be too impressed with that.”

Snickering, I was quick to retort. “Oh, honey, she’d be impressed. Tell her you’re both welcome, I’ll extend the invitation. I’m a fan of a double pussy ride every now and again.”

Charlotte’s jaw dropped and she shook her head. “You’ll have to stay a fan and the same rules apply to me as they do for you on this tour. You can look but you don’t get to touch.”

Biting back a grin, I replied trying desperately not to laugh. “You know I don’t do rules, but I’ll take you up on watching. Thanks for that invitation, should I firm that arrangement with you or Wendy?”

Charlotte began to walk away and looked over her shoulder. “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer, Gibson.”

Chuckling I called after her. “So…I should ask Wendy then…got it!”

Lennox came over and bumped my shoulder with his. “Are you pissing off the hired help again?”

Grinning at Lennox, I bent closer and said, “Remember that smoking hot cleaner from Beltz’s Bar I wanted to tap all those years ago? Well guess what? She’s coming to the gig in LA next week.”

Lennox stared at me, looking at me as if I was insane. “How the hell did you figure that out?”

Explaining to him about the random wrong number and it being hers, Lennox thought it was too incredulous to be the truth. Basically, telling me I was talking bullshit. When I explained I’d been talking to her for weeks after Toby’s PA gave me the wrong number, he shook his head in disbelief.

“I know right? The truth is stranger than fiction. What are the fucking odds of that happening? For the second time in my life there are two wild numbers for things that were coincidental. Toby and I becoming famous from the same place, and now a girl I’d shared the same air as, five years ago, getting a new phone and me being given her number.”

Once Lennox was filled in on the whole deal, he was skeptical. “You know she’ll blow you off or you’ll have the usual ten minute fuck- and- forget- her session right? Nothing is going to be different from any other time. You’ve just put this one on a pedestal because you didn’t get to tap her at the time when you played in the bar.”

Closing my eyes and drawing her image out of my mind, as soon as I reflected on those eyes I knew that nothing Lennox could say would sway my judgment about her. “Nah, dude. This one is different. Can’t say how, can’t say why, but she’s definitely had my balls in a vice since I first saw her.”

At the end of the gig, I was persuaded to follow the guys to the strip club they were heading to. I already knew it was going to be a bad idea, but I went along with them anyway. Something about women swinging half naked around a long shiny steel pole always set my heart racing.

Not sure if it was because I hadn’t got laid for three days… my longest dry spell in weeks, or– the alcohol I allowed myself in celebration at finding Chloe, but I was wired.

Two bottles of scotch in forty five minutes between four of us and I was more than up for a hot session with one of those thong wearing, braless wonders, wrapping their legs around that pole and hanging from them like they were defying gravity.

“Hey, Gibson, are you as good as they say you are?” Glancing bleary eyed to my left, there was a tiny skinny girl of about five feet, with massive brown eyes, dark hair and the biggest set of natural tits that could have fitted on her frame without her falling over.

She stood there in her red sparkly thong and matching strappy roman style shoes with what looked like glass six inch stiletto heels. I smirked but before I could speak, she was waggling her ass on my dick to the music, which was some slow, shitty blues song I’d never heard before.

Turning she slid one leg between mine all the way up my legs until her knee was rubbing hard against my vaguely interested dick at the seam of my jeans. Her hands were weaving their way in and out of my hair until they gradually slid down the front of my t-shirt and rubbed firmly over my semi-interested length.

She bent forward as she turned away from me again, and my eyes registered her smooth, firm ass. My hands obviously didn’t believe my eyes because both palms began to stroke the crest of her ass cheeks.

Lennox pushed her away and leaned in to talk into my ear. “Not here, Gib, that wouldn’t be a smart move.”

Staring up at him and trying to focus, I knew he was right, but when someone told me no, it made me all the more pissed and determined. “Fuck off, Lennox, I can do what I like, I’ve no one to answer to, so leave me alone.”

Looking out for me was one thing, advising me was another, especially when I was drunk. Standing up, I took the girl by the hand and I knew he was right, even I wasn’t stupid enough to fuck her in a room full of horny guys and strippers. A video would have been viral within minutes. “Private room, now.”

Smirking wickedly with those hooded eyes that promised me a great time, she led me out to the back of the stage. Dressing room mirrors surrounded by light bulbs, smudged with make-up and the smell of cheap perfume and hairspray was a kinda seductive scene for the mood I was in.

Kiran or Kelly- Anne or some shit like that her name was. I hardly ever pay attention to names, and anyway, I wasn’t listening when she said it, because she was at the business end, unbuckling my belt and ticking the fly zipper of my jeans down.

Pushing me back on the seat she put her hand down inside her thong and started to massage herself. Between her doing that and the alcohol, I was more than willing to do whatever she wanted.

So, when I saw her grabbing some cord that was holding back the heavy velvet drapes that would shield us from the stage area and letting it drop to give us the privacy I needed. I sat back and let whatever was coming next happen.

CHAPTER 16 - SWALLOWING HARD

Chloe

I woke with a start. My cell was ringing and my eyes squinted to focus on the clock on the nightstand. It was only 4 a.m. Swiping my phone off the table I answered the call without looking to see who was calling. Muffled sounds and deep throaty groans came down the line at me.

At first I thought someone was hurt but it soon became apparent someone’s phone had rung mine by accident, and I jumped out of bed. Then, when I heard a female voice grind out, “Oh, sweet Jesus, YES! Right there…right there, don’t stop… harder,” followed by more soft moans and another exclamation, “Damn! That feels sooo fucking good, baby. You’re very good at this, honey I love your big dick.” Blushing, I realized the woman on the phone was having sex and had no idea I was listening.

Hearing a low throaty groan and the sound of a male voice humming in appreciation, I was mortified. He huskily whispered, “Fuck …me.” After that, I figured I’d heard enough. Bad enough I had listened for as long as I had. The session seemed to have intensified during the time I was listening and I heard a shift in positioning as the female moans got nearer to the phone.

Pressing the call end button, I placed the phone back on the nightstand, with an unwelcome pulsing feeling in my pussy. I had known the call was turning me on and I felt guilty that some random people should have had that effect on me.

Climbing back into bed I drew my legs up towards my chest and curled into a ball. Suddenly I was missing the warm feelings I used to have when Kace made love to me. Tears rolled down my face and even though I’d never want to be with him in that way again, I missed the contact and warmth I had felt from being in a man’s arms.

Waking up with the sun streaming across my bed through a small gap in the drapes, I turned my head away from the light, feeling sluggish and exhausted after crying myself to sleep. Rolling over, I slowly kicked the comforter aside and got out of bed. The clock read 8a.m.and my cell began to ring on the night stand.

Picking it up, I saw it was Paul calling and had an excited, happy feeling inside of me. Smiling warmly, I answered the phone. “Good morning.” I was aiming for a cheerful greeting but my voice sounded croaky.

A slurry voice answered back. “Heyyy, darlin’, I just wanted to call you to say goodnight.” From the sound of his voice, he was pretty drunk.

“Oh, hi. Sounds to me like someone has been celebrating, have you been drinking Paul?” Waiting a few seconds for him to reply, there was a slight delay then he snickered into the phone and exhaled heavily.

“Umm, I guess so,” he replied sheepishly and I could hear a melancholy in his voice, but the overall tone was different, sad, and kind of lonely. When he didn’t offer anything else in conversation, I thought I should suggest he take care of himself, but I was worried about him being so drunk and alone. Picking at my pajama shorts, I wondered what I could do to help him.

“Is there someone there with you, Paul? Does anyone live with you that can help you? You really should drink some water before lying down.” Sitting back down on the bed, the mattress dipped under me and I tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to think of what else to suggest. Had I known him, I’d have gone over there and taken care of him.

“No one here but me darlin’, I always sleep alone…unless you want to try to change that about me.” My eyes rolled to the top of my head, unsure of how to answer that, given the fact he sounded a little down, so I decided to tease him to lift his mood. I hated moping drunk people.

“Sure, lay the phone next to your head on the next pillow and I’ll talk to you until you go to sleep. How does that sound?” I was pleased with myself for thinking of something that I could actually do which may have kept him safe and in a place where he wouldn’t fall down and hurt himself.

“You want to lie in my bed? Fuck. That sounds like an excellent plan. Chloe my darlin’, I’d love you to lie next to me. Do I get to be buck naked?” Paul’s humorous tone made me think he was joking.

“Of course, Paul tonight you get whatever you want.” As soon as I said it, I kind of cringed, because that was like giving a drunk man a loaded gun to play with.

“Oh, sweet Chloe I get to be whatever I want, huh darlin’? Sure you don’t want to change your mind about that? I mean, before I ruin our beautiful friendship?” The challenge in Paul’s voice excited me and I thought this call of all of the calls we’d had, would be the most open one I’d probably ever have with him.

“Doubt there is anything you can say that would affect that Paul, besides we don’t have any awkward after date conversations to have do we?” I teased, throwing back a line he’d said to me right at the beginning of our phone calls.

“Hang on.” Paul began to grunt and at first I imagined he was feeling sick but then I heard what sounded like a buckle being undone. “Just getting naked for you.” His voice was different and further away and I realized he had put me on speaker phone. Another few grunts and I heard him moving and the phone being moved with him.