Seducing Wrath (13 page)

She reached for me and I pushed her hand away. Whispering into her ear, “Easy, Blue. I want to take it slow tonight.” Deep down I knew this might be our last time together. A lot of shit was going to hit the fan in Chicago, and I wasn’t sure where the hell it would leave us, or her.

Sliding my hand through her hair I held her in place, licking, kissing, and nibbling at her lips, and then I slipped my tongue into her hot mouth. She tasted faintly of beer but her scent of lavender and vanilla surrounded me. Whenever I smelled those scents I’d think of her, they were uniquely her and I’d ever get it out of my head.

Releasing her mouth and I slid my hand down her neck and over her breast, I rubbed my thumb over her nipple through the lace material. It hardened so I moved to the other one. Her groans and restlessness pushed me to move faster, to spread her legs and take her, but I fought it.

“Oh God, baby, I need you now.”

“I know, and you’ll have me, just not yet.”

She reached for my cock and I pushed her away again. “Behave or I’ll tie you up.”

Her eyelids popped open and she stared at me. I couldn’t tell if the thought turned her on or terrified her, but it wasn’t part of the plan for tonight. I hoped she wouldn’t push me to do it.

Lowering my head I sucked her lace covered nipple into my mouth. Teasing her hard peak with my teeth and tongue, soaking the fabric. She arched her back pushing her breast further into my mouth and I released her. Her groan was almost a whine as she strained to get closer.

I spread her legs with mine as I moved over her. Licking my way down her soft belly and across her curvy waist, I taunted her belly button, thrusting into it with my tongue. The heat from her pussy called to my throbbing cock that was lying against her satin and lace covered sex. I gave in to my own desires and rubbed my cock against her drenched panties feeling her hard clit. I struggled to hold back my own groans, and stopped the sweet torture.

Sitting on my heels I brought one foot up to my mouth, caressing her calf and thigh, and kissing her ankle before dropping her shoe on the floor. I repeated the process with her other leg, then pulled her panties off and pushed her thighs further apart, revealing her glistening pussy.

“Fuck. Blue, your pussy is so sexy.”

She grunted something I couldn’t hear. Dragging my eyes away from the captivating view, I saw her shaking her head. “What? You don’t believe me?”

“Ha. You probably say that to every woman you fuck.”

I’d never understood the expression ‘I saw red’ before that instant. I wanted to pick her up and shake her I was so fucking pissed. Instead I took a deep breath, slid my hands under her ass, lifting her pussy to my face. “You have no fuckin’ clue how wrong you are.”

Rubbing my face against her pussy, covering myself with her juices, I breathed in deep and inhaled the scent of her musk. My cock bobbed against my belly telling me he wanted inside, but he’d have to wait.

Fucking her pussy with my tongue, I alternated licking up and down her from clit to asshole, then back to tongue fucking her. Over and over I repeated it until I could barely hold her legs in my hands she was squirming so much.

“Oh God, Wrath. I’m going to come.”

I didn’t answer her, just continued licking, sucking, and fucking her with my tongue and mouth until she came, drenching my face with her juices.

I gently lowered her onto the bed and covered her body with mine. My cock pressed against the opening of her pussy but I didn’t enter. Supporting myself on my hands I looked down on her and willed her to see how much I cared, still unable to say the words. Her face was flushed from her orgasm and she was panting hard.

Kissing her, she groaned as she tasted herself on my tongue. There wasn’t one part of this woman I didn’t want to claim as mine, even if my head didn’t want to give in, my heart was already hers.

“Rubber or no? Your choice?” At first she just gazed at me, like she couldn’t figure out what I was saying.

“None, I want to feel you.”

I was hoping she’d say that, yeah it was a risk, but I knew I was clean and I believed her when she said she was too. Or maybe some fuckin’ small part of me was hoping I’d get her pregnant, then she wouldn’t disappear from my life no matter what else happened.

Teasing her pussy with my cock, I rubbed it against her hard clit. Each time I touched it her entire body quivered, she was such a fuckin’ turn-on. Making sure my cock was good and wet, I slid into her. She was soaked and trembling inside too. I tried to be slow and steady, but when her muscles clenched around my cock I almost shot my load.

Blue wrapped her legs around my hips and I didn’t have the ability to stop her. I was concentrating so hard on prolonging this for both of us. My balls were pulled up tight against me and even with my slow thrusts when she screamed my name I was lost. The muscles in her pussy contracted hard around my cock and milked me until I was empty.

“Blue, oh God, woman. You’re killing me,” I moaned as I collapsed onto the bed. She’d drained me of everything, including my resolve. Looking into her blue eyes, there was no fucking way I could believe she’d try to hurt the band. She’d have to be one hell of an actress to be able to pull it off while sleeping with me. Her emotions were too close to the edge.

I wanted to take her again but instead I pulled her against me to cuddle, I was just too tired.

Chapter Nineteen

Sapphire…

What the hell had I been thinking? Stupid, stupid, stupid. No baby, no condom, I want you. What the fuck? Had I lost every bit of common sense I was born with? Oh wait, I wasn’t born with any, my mother didn’t have any either. Oh my God what would I do if I were pregnant? Yeah we did it twice yesterday but it was no reason to tempt fate.

I had the urge to punch him but it was my fault I said not to use it, and when I looked at him he was asleep. He looked so much younger when he was sleeping. It’s like he wore a mask of hardness to keep the world away. What had happened to him to make him this way? He’d never tell me. Only Chaos has been at the Sherman’s as long, but he’d never tell me, that left Jack and Sally. But would they talk to me? It’d be a crap shoot.

It was late, or early I guess depending on how you looked at it, almost four a.m. I knew there were computers for guest use in the lobby. Did I take the chance? I had to do something. We were leaving for Chicago by noon. I needed to figure out what I was going to do.

He was sleeping so soundly I thought I’d be able to slide out of his arms without waking him. I’d made it to the edge of the bed when he stirred.
Shit
.

“Where you going, babe?

“The bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Muttering something sounding vaguely like ‘okay’, he rolled over. I winced as my conscience poked me about the lie, but I guess it wasn’t really a lie. It just wasn’t the whole truth. I grabbed my bag, cleaned up and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, picked up the keycard and headed to the lobby, hoping I’d be back in bed before he ever realized I was gone.

I found the office area and let myself in with the keycard. Thankfully the room was empty and I went to the computer in the corner. Pulling up Google I searched for Rolling Stone Magazine and their contact info, adding it to my cell. Of all the staff listed, no one was named Roy anything. How stupid was I? I should have done this from the beginning instead of just running off like a delusional, senseless, lovesick girl. Well, the only way to make this worth it was to really get the story published by Rolling Stone. Somehow I was going to have to get them to take it.

Next I searched Twitter to see if Rolling Stone had their own account and they did. So the “Rock Stars Revealed” was something or someone else entirely. I did some more searching for information on Wrath or really Chris Reynolds, his real name.

There wasn’t much but on page seven of the Google results—seriously who ever goes past page two on these things—there was an article about a Gail Reynolds who had overdosed on heroine. It didn’t mention anything about family but looking at the date I’d bet she had been his mother. Poor Wrath, I wonder where his father is? Maybe he doesn’t know who he is, like me. I couldn’t imagine losing both parents, and my heart broke a little bit more knowing I was going to not only hurt Wrath but the entire band, at least for a little while. I had to hope and pray I’d get this worked out and it’d end up being a great thing.

I was staring at the picture of Chris’s probable mom on the computer when a hand touched my shoulder.

“Eeek,” I screeched in surprise. Turning, I saw Joe.
Oh shit. Busted
.

“Up a little early aren’t you, Sapphire? Or should I call you Teresa?”

Oh shit times two. He knew? How did he know? I turned in the swivel chair as he pulled one next to me and sat down.

“You know?”

“Yes. You left the registration in the glove box and the mechanics called me. It didn’t take much digging after that to find out who you were, but we would have figured it out from the VIN number of the car anyway.”

“Why didn’t you tell Wrath? Or did you?”

“I didn’t—at least not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. I need to hear your explanation of what it is you’re doing and why?”

I wanted to cry. I liked Joe and he must think I’m a horrible person, and now they’d all know. Yeah, I knew it was inevitable but damn, I thought I had a little more time, and when the story came out they’d all be happy. How do I explain it and not sound freakin’ pathetic?

“I’m waiting…”

Shit, it was like being called in to the principal’s office or maybe what having a dad would be like. “I’m stupid or was stupid. I’m sorry.”

Joe looked at me and shook his head and sighed. “Sorry may not be enough. You broke a lot of people’s trust.”

“I know. But I did it for a good reason.”

“Then explain it to me.”

I took a deep breath and started at the beginning. “If you know my name is Teresa then you know I’m from their hometown. I went to high school with all of them.”

Joe nodded and motioned to continue. At least he didn’t look impatient. He just sat there listening.

“I had a huge crush on Chris. Oh my God.” I blushed just staying it out loud for the first time, but it was part of all of this. “Anyway, he never even knew I existed until I interviewed the band for the yearbook. It wasn’t a big deal thing to them but it was to me.”

Blinking away the tears as the memories came flooding back. I had cried over him plenty back then. There was nothing worse than a hormonal teenager with an unrequited crush.

“So how did you get from a high school crush to pretending to be a groupie and following them on the road?”

“After high school they traveled around performing and I went away to school for journalism. My mother was against it, wanted me to stay home and go to one of the local schools, but I needed distance from him. I thought I’d outgrow him and find a life I liked. Sorry, I know you don’t care about this.”

“It’s okay, but I want to know how you ended up here.”

“After I graduated I moved back home while I looked for a job. I found an ad in the local paper. It was an ad to write for Rolling Stone Magazine. I was over the top happy. It would be the coolest job ever. So I answered the ad. The guy who contacted me said I’d have to go undercover, follow a band and write an expose about them. If it was good enough Rolling Stone would hire me.”

“Jesus. You fell for that?”

The tears were back, because listening to it now it sounded stupid even to me. I can’t even blame drugs, since I’ve never done them. I hung my head not able to look at him. I knew I was pathetic. I deserved whatever they’d do to me.

“Teresa? Look at me.”

I looked up and instead of anger I saw sadness and maybe a little sympathy. I didn’t want him feeling sorry for me but it was better than hating me so I’d take it. “I’m so sorry, Joe errr, Mr. Martini. It was really stupid and as soon as Wrath told me the tweet had come from ‘Rock Stars Revealed’ instead of Rolling Stone, I realized I’d been played. I know—three weeks too late. But I never gave them anything other than the info they already tweeted. I swear.” It had come pouring out of me. I couldn’t get it out fast enough, like I needed to cleanse myself of my sins.

Joe was quiet at first, like he had to make sense of everything I’d just dumped on him. “Who have you been dealing with at Rolling Stone?”

“Well his name is Roy. I don’t have a last name, but I can give you the number I’ve been texting with.” I held out my phone after I’d pulled up the text messages with “Roy,” and passed it to him.

Joe scrolled through reading the messages. I’d had the entire text history still. At least I’d done something right. I watched him program the number into his phone and I wondered what would happen to the guy when Joe got a hold of him. Did I care? No not really, obviously he was up to something underhanded. I hoped I hadn’t done anything that would get me in trouble with the law, all of this was bad enough, but if I ended up having to go to jail it would kill my mother.

“Is that everything?”

It was for now. I didn’t mention I was going to write it and try to get it published anyway, what was the point now? Chances are highly unlikely I’d be successful. “Yes that’s everything.”

Joe nodded and reached into his suit pocket. Pulling out an envelope he handed it to me.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Inside the envelope was an airline ticket home to New Jersey and his phone number. Dread filled my stomach as I tried to focus on the ticket information through the veil of my tears. “What is this for?”

“You’re going home, today. You need to go get your stuff and then meet me back down here. I’ll get you to the airport and you’ll be home in a few hours.”

“But…” A million things ran through my head but most of all my heart cracked the rest of the way just thinking about leaving Wrath. “What about Wrath and the others? What are you going to say?”

“I’m going to tell them most of the truth. You were the leak, and I got rid of you.”