Seducing Wrath (2 page)

Chaos caught me drooling over Wrath a few times and it wouldn’t surprise me if he warned Wrath to be careful around me. I’d been sleeping with him for almost two weeks. Making love with him was more than I imagined, oh so much more. Hell yeah. I was putty in his hands. All he had to do was look at me with those brown teddy bear eyes and I was wet. I never knew my body could react like this. I had a boyfriend in college and the sex was okay, but this was mind-blowing, life altering. Finishing my assignment had to be my number one priority but ever since he’d cornered me in their suite in Philly, I was toast. Butter me up, baby, I was done. Being with him was so much better than any fantasy.

Seeing Cyn and Chaos back together tonight was great. I’d known right away all the trouble was because Sweets was jealous of Cynda. Why it took Chaos so long to figure it out I have no idea. Men can be so dense at times. I wanted to tell him, ‘asshole, wake up and smell the coffee, dude. Cyn’s head over heels for you,’ but I figured that wouldn’t be the best idea. Staying low on everyone’s radar except Wrath’s was the plan.

“Hey, Blue, come here often?” Wrath wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me against him. His hard cock pushed against my ass, successfully knocking all thoughts of Cyn and Chaos out of my head.

“Only for you, baby, you know that.” He turned me around and stared into my eyes. I don’t know what he was looking for, but for the first time since I began hanging out with the band, I had the feeling he didn’t quite believe my cover story.

“I hope so,” he growled as he pulled me even closer and kissed me hard. I loved how he tasted, a hint of cigarette smoke mixed with beer. I don’t know how to explain it. It was edgy, dangerous—the bad boy I’d wanted since high school, the one who never even noticed me. Sliding my hands through his short brown hair and over his muscled shoulders made me wish we were some place more private. Yeah, we’d practically fucked in front of everyone but it still freaked me out. I wasn’t a prude but damn, I did have some morals, too bad most groupies didn’t.

My tongue dueled with his and I slid my hands around his waist, tucking them in his back pockets and squeezing his ass. He had a damn fine ass too, tight, slightly rounded, and definitely bitable.

I was about to suggest we leave when he bit my earlobe and whispered something about getting out of there. I was all over that.

“Hell yeah.”

He took my hand and practically dragged me down the hallway and outside into the empty amphitheater. It was hard to believe only a few hours ago it’d been filled with screaming fans. The stage lights were off but there was just enough lighting in the seats to see where we were going. I staggered in my five inch heels and I thought I was going to hit the ground. As if it was slow motion the theater floor was coming at me, but he reached out and caught me.

“Blue, I love those sexy heels but you’re gonna fuckin’ kill yourself.”

I laughed. I thought the same thing every time I put the damn things on. “Well, if someone wasn’t draggin’ my ass at the speed of light, I’d be fine.”

“Fuck, sorry. Wait. Shit no, I’m not sorry. I want you. My cock’s been throbbing since I saw you backstage.”

“I want you too, baby. I was getting tired of waiting for you,” I said with a pout.

“We had a lot of shit going on, but now I’m all yours ‘til the bus leaves tomorrow.”

We’d made it to the edge of the theater’s lawn seating when he pulled off his shirt and laid me on it. The ground was a little damp but I didn’t care. I needed my fix. His cock might be throbbing but my pussy has been wet since he grabbed me in the suite.

He slid his hands under my Raining Chaos t-shirt pushing it up my body and over my head. The hunger gleaming in his eyes when he saw my braless breasts sent shivers down my spine. Grinning, he tweaked my nipples with his callused fingers. A moan escaped before I could stop it. Sexy, damn sexy is how he made me feel. Never—and I mean never—did I think he’d want me like this, or at least want Sapphire.

“Fucking hell, Blue, did you go commando everywhere?”

“Maybe.” I batted my eyelashes at him. “You’re gonna have to find out, won’t you?”

His lips took mine in a passionate kiss. Holding me tight, he crushed me between the ground and his hard chest. Our tongues dueled, taking turns tasting each other.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to get him even closer. His hard cock throbbed against my denim covered pussy, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me, but my skirt and his jeans were in the way. I needed them gone now.

I wasn’t sure if he read my mind or if we were both so horny we couldn’t wait, but he shoved my skirt up getting the answer to his commando question, and earning me another growl. Unzipping his fly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rubber. Seconds later he slid his latex sheathed dick into my soaked pussy.

“Oh God yes. Wrath, fuck me. I need you so bad.” I wanted to feast on this sexy piece of man candy until I couldn’t breathe. But I had to remember to stay in character. There was always the chance I’d say something wrong and he’d pick up on it. My rocker was smart, too smart, and the entire band was already suspicious with the shit going on.

“Fuck yeah,” he yelled as he thrust into my tight hole, his balls slamming against my ass. It was hard and fast, he fucked me like a machine, and I liked it. Over and over again he slammed into me rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust.

“Wrath, I’m gonna come, baby, oh my God…” Hard and fast, he pushed me over the edge in a matter of minutes. My muscles tightened and my pussy grabbed hold of his dick as my orgasm rolled through me. My thighs gripped him tighter as each thrust pushed me further until I screamed my release.

I knew he’d been waiting for it, he held off until I came every time, a total gentleman right? NOT. I didn’t care, as least not right then. We were under the star filled sky, hot, sweaty, and totally satisfied.

He pulled out and dropped to the ground next to me. The sound of our dual panting made me laugh.

“How come every time we fuck I feel like I’ve run a marathon?”

“Because I’m that fuckin’ good. Why else?”

Laughing, I smacked him on the arm.
Yeah and fucking modest too
.

He surprised me by reaching for my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. Sensitivity after sex? What was up with that?

He turned to his side leaning on his hand.

Even in the dim light it was obvious he had something on his mind. I waited.

“Blue?”

“Yeah?”

He never had a chance to finish, a flash of lightning zigzagged across the sky, and then with no other warning the heavens opened up and dumped a shitload of rain on us.

“Holy crap,” I screeched. The water was freakin’ cold or maybe I was just overheated. I reached for my t-shirt and pulled it on, sliding his shirt from under me and tossing it to him.

He flung the used rubber in the grass and shoved his cock back in his pants. Grabbing my hand, we ran for the limo waiting at the front of the amphitheater.

Chapter Two

Wrath…

Saved by the fucking rain. I almost shittin' blew it. She’s a groupie, and the rules were clear. From the beginning we’d all agreed no attachments, but then Chaos hadn’t expected Cynda to show up, of course she wasn’t a groupie either. I knew to stick to the rule—give the groupies no reason to think they could expect anything but a quick fuck. Too bad it was getting harder to do that with her. I’d had fun with Sapphire the last couple of weeks and I hated to say goodbye. She’d been following the bus since Philly and I figured she must have a life waiting for her back home, so this was going to be goodbye. Tennessee was the next stop, and no way did I expect her to stay with us. Most of the others had already taken off. We weren’t well known enough to have a bunch of groupies stay on the tour with us. They showed up for a show or two and then took off. Probably going home to brag about fucking a rock star.

Fuck me running. Damn I wanted her. She was funny and the blue hair, holy shit. I don’t know how she kept it so bright—I kept looking for roots but none, nada, zilch. She had to be touching it up every day.

Chaos would ask me why I care. Exactly. Why did I? Fuck. Because I wanted to know what her real hair looked like. She shaved bare everywhere so I couldn’t tell. Even her freakin’ eyebrows were tinted blue.

We ran for the car as the rain pelted us. Fucking cold ass shit too, considering it’d been almost ninety degrees before the show and humid as hell. I hated playing these open air arenas, it fucked with my guitar, and now it was shitting all over my sex life.

Dragging open the limo door I pushed her in first, then slid across the wet leather seat. The a/c was running and it was freezing inside. Blue’s teeth started chattering.

“Hey, bro, can you shut the friggin’ a/c off? We’re freezing back here.”

“No problem, sir,” the driver answered as his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.

“Thanks.” Moving closer to Sapphire I pulled her against me. I was just as wet but at least we had our body heat to share. It would only be a ten minute ride to the hotel.

“Shit. I need a cigarette.” I knew I couldn’t smoke in the car or the hotel room. It was getting old having to hang outside to smoke and hope no one recognized me. Chaos kept bugging me to quit, maybe I needed think about it. “You okay, Blue? Still cold?”
Stupid question, dickhead
. Her teeth stopped chattering but her body was shivering against mine. “We’re almost there, and we’ll grab a hot shower and order room service. Sound good?”

She nodded and strands of her rain-soaked hair masked her face—like a blue curtain. Reaching up, I pushed them out of her face and was rewarded with a small smile. She looked so young sitting there with her arms wrapped around her waist and the soaked t-shirt clinging to her body, at least until I noticed her hard nipples poking at the material. Fuck. Instant hard-on. What the hell did this girl do to me?

The limo finally pulled up in front of the hotel and thankfully there weren’t a lot of people around. All I wanted was a cigarette, a shower, some food, and to fuck Blue senseless ‘til we had to leave—and not necessarily in that friggin’ order.

The night manager greeted us but I kept walking. Blue was still shivering and she needed to get warm, the cigarette would have to wait. I may be a selfish prick but I’m not heartless.

I turned up the temperature in the room to take the edge off a little. I told her to go ahead and shower first. I ordered room service, including a bottle of scotch. I still needed the cigarette. Fuck it. What are they going to do? Fine me? I didn’t feel like heading back downstairs so I opened the window and stuck my head out. It was a hell of a lot better than having to go down to the lobby.

Room Service showed up about the same time the shower shut off. Both were faster than I’d expected. Tipping the guy a hundred, I let him wheel in the cart loaded with breakfast food, the scotch, and some hot cocoa.

The bathroom door opened, and she stepped out bundled in one of the fluffy white bathrobes the hotel supplied. She looked fuckin’ adorable, I wanted to eat her up, but first I needed a shower. I could smell myself and that was never a good thing.

“Blue, I didn’t know if you were hungry or not, but I ordered us some breakfast. There’s hot cocoa for you too, figured it’d help warm you up.”

“Aww, thank you. You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. I’m fine and warmer now too.” She grabbed me around the waist and hugged me. Without all the make-up she looked so much younger, but she’d said she was twenty-three—same age as me—I shouldn’t have taken her word for it, but I believed her. Hopefully it wouldn’t come back to fuckin’ bite me on the ass later.

I dropped a quick kiss on her forehead. “Be right back, my turn.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“You’d damn well better be,” I answered with a low growl. For some reason the ladies loved my growl. I swatted her butt as I walked by and she flipped me off. Damn, she was cute. I really would be sorry to see her go.

A cloud of steam followed me out of the bathroom and I felt a hell of a lot better now that I was clean again. Between sweating like a fuckin’ pig on stage and fucking Blue, I was gross, and the cold rain was the icing on the freakin’ cake.

I walked right past Blue, not even seeing her at first. When I couldn’t find her anywhere, I walked back into the bedroom. She was out cold and curled up in a ball on the bed. Cute as she looked, I was horny and I wanted her. Fuck. Again…I had to tell myself I wasn’t a heartless prick, but I sure as hell wanted to be.

Wandering into the suite’s living room, I grabbed the bottle of scotch and a plate of food. My stomach grumbled. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d eaten. After cleaning the plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some good southern biscuits and gravy, I felt better. My stomach was satisfied but my hunger for Blue was still burning bright.

Grabbing the scotch and a glass of ice, I figured maybe if I turned on the TV in the bedroom she’d wake up. Okay, so maybe I am a selfish prick, but she’s a groupie and I knew she wanted me so what’s the big deal? There’s plenty of time to fuckin’ sleep when we’re dead.

I turned the lights off, the TV on, and slid under the covers. Clicking through the stations I couldn’t find a damn thing I wanted to watch. Having five million channels didn’t matter if it all fuckin’ sucked. I settled on CNN since there wasn’t jack else and I turned up the volume hoping to disturb Princess Blue’s sleep.

I didn’t expect to see us all on TV. Fuck. Seriously, dude. There have to be freakin’ spies everywhere. The talking head was reporting that we’d finished our shows in Virginia with a special guest appearance by Preston Mitchell from The Hurricanes. I was waiting to hear if they’d caught wind of anything else but so far so good. I glanced at the clock as I yawned. Fuck, it’s four a.m. already?

“Hey, baby…”

I swallowed my cheer when I heard her voice.
Hell yeah
. “Feel better now?”

“Yeah. Sorry I passed out on you. It was just so warm and cozy.”