Seducing Wrath (10 page)

“He was hitting on you.”

“So what if he was? Don’t you think I could handle it?”

“Can you? Or maybe you wanted to fuck him? Getting tired of my cock?”

“You’ve lost it. Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Maybe it finally sank in how pissed off I was because he shut up. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag. The smoke twisted up in a curl and blew away in the light breeze. Autumn was in the air, the scent of the damp leaves falling to the ground and fresh air. Winter was coming, but hopefully not for at least another month. I planned on being back home before the first snow…at least I hoped. With any luck I’d get all I needed and be out of here after the Chicago tour dates.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Rub the stone on your necklace.”

Looking down I realized I was. “I don’t know.”

“You do it every time you’re stressed. At least that’s what it seems like.”

“Huh. I guess I don’t realize I’m doing it. My mom made it for me. She said the stone reminded her of my eyes. I think she’s full of shit.”

He stepped closer and tilted my head so the parking lot lights lit my face. “Yeah she’s right. It’s almost an exact match. Is that what she does for a living? Your mother I mean…make jewelry?”

We were getting in to dangerous territory. The less he knew the better. “Yeah kind of. She makes lots of stuff, jewelry is just some of it.”

He nodded and took another long drag. He was finally chilling out. Too bad I was wound tighter than a yo-yo. I swear to God I wanted to sack punch him when he started up with Paddy. If Joe hadn’t come over when he did, I might have.

“Look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say you were a slut or anything. I know you try to play groupie, but you’re not nearly skanky enough. Sorry to disappoint you. I don’t know what your story is, but I really hope one day you’ll tell me.”

Shit.
Fuck.
Damn
. The blood drained out of my head and for a few seconds I thought I was going to pass out. Where had I blown it? I thought I’d pulled it off. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut it out, Blue. If you don’t want to tell me, fine—for now anyway. But I will find out.”

That was it, right there. I knew I didn’t have much time left before he’d figure it all out or someone would. Either way I was fucked. I needed to get all the info I could and get the hell out of there.

“Whatever. Why should I tell you jack? It’s not like you’re the sharing type.”

“What do you want to know?”

Really? Was he actually going to make it easy for me after all?
Start slow, build trust
. “Okay, how did you guys pick the name Raining Chaos?”

“You could have asked me anything and you fuckin’ want to know how we named the band?”

“Yeah for starters.”

“We’d been trying to think of names for weeks, and Rage said we should look up chaos in the dictionary because it’s what we were like, and Chaos said, nope that’s it—Chaos is perfect. He’d just finished saying it when lightning flashed across the sky and it started pouring. We figured it was a hint from the big guy so we added raining to the name.”

“That’s cool. A great story.”

“If you say so.” He stubbed out his cigarette and took my hand. “Are you up for the party? I’d rather go fuck. We never finished what we started on the fucking balcony.”

“No indecision there, huh?” I laughed, my anger vanishing when he pulled me close and ran his hand between my legs. With one touch and a lick of his lips, I was wet. Oh yeah, we needed to be naked. “Hotel it is.”

Chapter Fourteen

Sapphire…

I didn’t think we’d make it to the room. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Wrath was all over me. He pushed me against the wall and slowly slid me up his body, lifting my mini-skirt and rubbing the huge bulge in his pants against my lace covered pussy. As he grinded his hard cock against me, he never took his eyes from mine. His taste, scent, and touch called to me like a magnet, and my heart raced waiting for his next move. Would he take me in the elevator? I was beyond caring. He’d started a fire only he could satisfy. His lips touched mine, possessing my mouth and kissing me like his life depended on it.

Maybe it did, all I knew was I wanted him—needed him. Whether it was because I knew I wouldn’t have much more time with him or the adrenalin from the earlier anger, I didn’t know.

He never put me down, when the doors opened he carried me to the room, slid his key card in the slot and shoved open the door. I thought he might do me on the floor of the suite, but he carried me into the bedroom and tossed me on the bed climbing on after me.

Melting at the look of pure hunger on his face, I slid out of my G-string and pulled up the leather skirt to give him access. Growling, he just about ripped open his fly releasing his thick cock. One thrust and he was buried balls deep in my pussy.

Rubbing against my swollen clit with each thrust, he’d played my body like he played his guitar. The tension built and I knew I wasn’t far from coming. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back the sensations as my muscles constricted around his thick cock.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he gritted from between clenched teeth. “I want to watch you come.”

Surprised by the gruffness in his voice, I did as he asked. “Oh God. I can’t…I’m going to come.”

“Good. Come for me, Blue, scream my fucking name. You’re my fucking bitch and only mine.”

Instead of his words being a turn off, they pushed me over the edge. Arching up against him as he thrust hard and deep, I screamed his name, my nails digging into his back and I held on as the orgasm washed over me.

The sound of my scream had barely faded when his teeth closed over the skin of my neck and I could feel him sucking it into his mouth as he thrust one more time. His entire body shook against me as he came. I held on to him, riding out his orgasm and my aftershocks.

There had been nothing soft, passionate or loving about what we’d just done. It was pure fucking—hard and fast—we both needed to exorcise the demons we’d been carrying with us. It wasn’t until he pulled out that I realized he hadn’t worn a condom. I probably would have freaked but he didn’t give me a chance.

Rolling on to his back, he lifted me, impaling me on his hard cock, sliding in, our combined juices dripping out of me.

“Shit really?” We’d had a lot of sex over the last couple of weeks but he’d never been ready to go again this soon.

“You do this to me. No one else. You’re going to fucking kill me.” Sliding his hands through my hair he pulled me down for a kiss, softer but no less intense. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth, drawing my tongue back into his. He teased me with his teeth. Moaning, he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, and all I could do was hold on for the ride.

My body quivered like jelly, and with each thrust he slid his cock over my G-spot. I had no control over my own body, it was all him. Then he stopped. The bastard brought me to the very edge and stopped.

Oh. My. God. I wanted to whine and moan and beat him all at once. But most of all, I wanted to come. “Wrath…dammit, please…”

He grinned. “Do you need something?”

“You, now.”

He grabbed my ass, pushing into me, faster and faster as I rode him. I was so close it almost hurt, every nerve ending was about to combust. I needed to distract him. Sliding my hands under his shirt, I tweaked the piercings in his nipples, then ran the tip of my fingernails over his nipples.

“Fuck, Blue,” he moaned, and holding on to me he flipped us over so I was on my back again. He thrust over and over, his balls slapping my ass. I screamed his name as all the muscles in my body tightened with my orgasm, he pushed a finger into my ass.

Leaning up on my elbows I licked and sucked on his nipples until he came, filling me for the second time.

He dropped onto the bed next to me, still breathing heavy. The room smelled of sex, cigarettes, and sweat. I was drained, a soak in the tub sounded great but I didn’t think I’d be able to get up. Stick a fork in me I was done.

I turned on my side so I could look at him. He had his arm over his face, his t-shirt was still pushed up under his arms and his cock was lying against his stomach, his jeans on with the fly wide open. At some point he’d pushed my skirt up so it was like a wide leather sash around my waist and the lacing on my vest was loosened leaving my boobs half exposed. Anyone walking in right now would think we were a couple of animals. Maybe we were, if nothing else I’d have all these memories to hold on to when I was back home—hopefully the only thing I’d be holding on to. I was on the pill so I should be safe, as long as he’d always used condoms with everyone else.

“Sapphire?”

Shit, he hardly ever used my name, I was always Blue. What now? “Yeah?”

“Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

I wanted to giggle but I knew what was going through his head, it would have been in mine too. “I am. I just hope you’re clean.”

“Me?” He dropped his arm and looked at me. “You’re the groupie, how many people have you fucked without protection.”

Ouch…that hurt. But I deserved it I guess. “No one.” Which was true, I’d only been with the douchebag in college and we’d always used rubbers even though I was on the pill.

“Well then there’s nothing to worry about, right?”

“Nope. We’re good.”

“Thank God. I’m sure the last thing either of us wants is a baby. I know I don’t.”

Double ouch. Would it be so bad to have a baby with me? Of course I was looking at it as Teresa not as Sapphire. As far as I could tell he didn’t even remember Teresa, and even if he did odds were unlikely he’d connect us. All of a sudden I felt the urge to cry, and I turned away fighting hard not to let the tears fall. Why’d I have to fall in love with a rock star?

He must have caught the look on my face before I turned, because he sat up and reached for me. “Are you okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you did I? I know I was rougher than usual.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You don’t look fine.”

“No I’m good.” Truthfully I was good and fine and about to be broken hearted for the rest of my life. Coming here had been a stupid idea, I should have listened to Mom. Especially now that it looked like I’d been played by someone—God knows who. Rolling Stone didn’t put the tweet out so it was likely I wasn’t dealing with anyone there. Someone had set me up, actually they’d set up Raining Chaos, but who and why?

I’d gone from feeling amazing to feeling like a stupid ass. Pulling from Wrath’s embrace, I decided the tub was the best idea. “I’m going to go soak for a little bit. Okay?”

“No problem. Do you want company?”

“Actually, no, if that’s okay. I need to soak my muscles and if you come I think they’ll only get more use.” I tried to smile but I’m not sure I succeeded. He just nodded and I went to fill the tub.

Chapter Fifteen

Wrath…

Fuck. What the hell was I thinking? No rubber? Thank God she’s on the pill or I’d have been well and truly fucked. I wonder if it’s what upset her? Something sure the hell did. She looked fine, dazed even, and then she was fighting back tears. Had I hurt her? The way she’d responded it didn’t seem likely.

Tossing my t-shirt across the room, I zipped my jeans and went looking for a drink. There had to be a mini-bar in here somewhere. Finding it, I grabbed a couple of bottles of scotch and went to smoke.

The view was incredible. Downtown Nashville was all lit up even though it had to be around two a.m. The air was cool and as I blew smoke rings, they hung in the air for a bit before floating away. I was sitting with my feet propped up on the table, smoking and drinking the scotch straight from the bottles, when Sapphire came out wrapped in a terrycloth robe.

“Better now?”

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay, baby. We were pretty intense it probably freaked you out.”

“Maybe. I dunno. It doesn’t matter. I love the tub, I wish I could take it with me.”

Laughing, I reached for her hand to pull her into my lap, she resisted at first but then gave in. I settled her sideways so I could see her face. As soon as I touched her I wanted her again. My cock was twitching, but I figured she’d had enough for a while. I hadn’t been gentle.

“Do you want something to drink? I’ve got scotch.” At first I thought she was going to say no, but then she grabbed one, took a big swig and started choking. I was damn lucky she didn’t spew it all over me. “Guess you don’t drink much scotch?”

She shook her head and grinned. “Nope mostly beer. Sometimes mixed drinks. I love a good Mai Tai.”

“What the fuck is a my tie?”

“Not my tie, Mai Tai, it’s Polynesian, fruit juices and rum. It’s yummy.”

“Sounds too girly for me.”

“Well duh.”

I was relieved to see she was more like her usual self. Something had definitely spooked her. “Are you tired?”

“Not really, I should be but the bath kind of woke me up.”

“Isn’t it supposed to do the opposite?”

“Yeah you’d think. I don’t know. It’s nice sitting here with you.”

I agreed, I liked having her close to me, touching her, tasting her, fucking her, and even talking to her. Maybe that’s what was different. When we were on our local tours I’d fucked a different groupie every night, I didn’t want conversation or anything other than a fuck to release the tension and have a little fun. But Blue was different.

“How do you keep your hair so blue?”

She laughed, and at first I didn’t think she’d tell me. “I got this dye at the beauty supply store and the lady there told me how to do it. I have to touch up the roots every few days then when they’re almost done I shampoo the color through all the hair to keep it fresh.”

“Seems like a lot of work.”

“You should have seen the look on my mother’s face when I came out of the bathroom the first time. She about shit herself.”

I didn’t get it, how could a mother let her daughter be a groupie. I could see if Blue wasn’t living at home but from all the little hints she dropped she had to be living with her mom. “Not surprising. Sally wasn’t happy when Rage dyed his hair green senior year of high school. She made him cover it with black, and she grounded him. It was some funny shit.”