Snared (Jaded Regret #1) (15 page)

Read Snared (Jaded Regret #1) Online

Authors: L.L. Collins

Tags: #Snared

BOOK: Snared (Jaded Regret #1)
12.3Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub

April cared. It was written all over her face. She wasn’t like my mom. She wasn’t like Robyn.

“Beau.” When she said my name, something inside me stirred, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. It was an experience so strange I wanted to rub it out of my chest. My fingers itched to drum, to release the nervous energy flowing through me.

When I didn’t respond, I felt her stand up and move around to my side of the table. I didn’t want to lift my face to see the expression on hers, but I couldn’t stop it. My body took over my head again.

April leaned over so she was staring directly into my eyes. “Whatever happened to you with your parents does not define who you are. You absolutely should’ve been born, Beau. The world is a better place with you in it.”

She only said that because I was a good drummer. What other reason would she have to think that the world was better with me in it? I turned away, but she put her hand on my face and steered me back to look at her.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I didn’t recognize my voice.

“Shut down. Turn away from me. I know you don’t believe me, Beau. I see it. But I’m going to make it my mission to make you believe it.”

Her mission? “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I understand your feelings. Not because I’ve lived them, but because my mom has, and so have all the kids I work with every day. You aren’t alone in your thoughts, even if you think you are. You found one purpose for your life, being a drummer. Now you need to find the rest of it.”

“April.” My chest ached with an emotion I didn’t understand. I wanted her in so many ways. She thought I didn’t notice the sexy outfit she’d worn to the concert tonight, but I’d be dead if I didn’t. Her legs seemed miles long in her short skirt, and her full breasts spilled out of her low-cut shirt. Add her sexy makeup and hair and I wanted to spread her out on my bed and have my way with her. What she didn’t know, however, was I thought she was sexier in her work clothes or jeans and a T-shirt. I didn’t need to her throw herself at me like groupies did.

But I was too afraid to act on anything she made me feel. I couldn’t have sex with her, even if my dick was tired of my hand and was eager to be around her.

“I love when you say my name,” she whispered, scooting back so she was sitting on the table in front of me. If I looked, I could probably see up her skirt.

“Why?”

“You don’t see it, do you, Beau?”

I shook my head. Why was April so interested in knowing me? Most people gave up after the first few times I shut them out.

“You’re unbelievable.” April leaned over and put her hand on my face. Her thumb caressed the short hairs on my jaw, sending a trail of fire throughout my body.

You’re worthless. No one wants you
. I closed my eyes against the words, willing my head to shut up so I could experience April’s soft touch and hear her kind words.
No one will ever love you. You’re nothing
.

I sucked in a breath, trying to quiet my head before I ruined the moment. My heart pounded in my chest, and my fingers worked on my legs in rapid succession.

“What’s happening?” April’s soft voice floated into my conscience. “Beau. Look at me.”

I couldn’t open my eyes. I sensed April get off the table and crouch in front of me, as if I had watched her with my own eyes. Her short breaths floated over my face as she said something I couldn’t hear. The next thing I knew, her soft lips tenderly ran along my jaw and up to my ear, where she stopped.

“Stay with me, Beau. I’m right here,” she whispered into my ear. “Come back. It’s just us. No one else is here. Open your eyes. I’m right here.”

I groaned, but allowed myself to feel every kiss she pressed along my jaw to the other side, her lips stopping just short of my other ear. “That’s it. Relax, Beau.” And then her hands covered mine, stopping my incessant drumming. She laced her fingers with mine and lifted our joined hands. “Open your eyes and see me. I’m right here. Just me.”

I blew out a strangled breath, frustrated that I couldn’t do it.

She leaned over again, and then surprised me when she pressed her lips to each of my eyes, then down my nose until I knew she was going to kiss my lips. I wanted to stop her because I knew what it would do to me, but I couldn’t move. “I want you to trust me.” Her words were mere breaths against my lips. “I know that doesn’t happen easily for you, and I understand. I’ll take as much or as little as you’ll give me. But my first goal is to show you how worthy you are.”

My heart ricocheted off my ribcage, waiting for what she’d do next. My eyes finally flew open when she backed up and then settled on my lap, her hands on either side of my face as we stared directly into each other’s eyes. Time stood still while we had a silent conversation, neither of us moving and barely breathing. I could see small flecks of gold in the beautiful brown around her dilated pupils. Her skin was flawless, just like her. Her body was touching me in places I hadn’t been touched in so long, and I knew if I looked, her skirt would be hiked up to her waist while she straddled me. She wasn’t moving, but if she did, I knew I’d be a goner.

“Kiss me.” April finally broke the silence between us. “Please, Beau.”

She was perfect. I was broken. I had no business doing this with her. But my hands came up anyway and framed her face. I rubbed my thumb across her lips and she kissed the tip of it, sending lust directly to my groin.

I leaned up enough to capture her lips with mine, a groan reverberating through my chest as our tongues touched for the first time. She tasted like sugar and something else amazingly April. She put her arms around my neck and ran her fingers through the hair on the base of my neck, moving her lips and tongue against mine.

April shifted so we were closer and I felt her heat, making me want to rub against her to relieve the pressure. I forced myself to sit still as our kiss deepened. I allowed my hands to run down her arms and to her back, pulling her body closer to me.

April’s tongue entwined with mine may have just been the best damn thing ever. When she sucked my tongue into her mouth, I swore I could’ve blown at any second. Our kiss was urgent and hurried one moment, and then tender and sensual the next. I never wanted it to end.

She moved her hands down my neck and to my chest and abs, then back up. I wasn’t sure who started slowing the kiss first, but before I knew it, her forehead was against mine, both of our chests heaving. “Beau.” Her sweet voice fell onto my lips like woven silk, her arms locked behind my neck. April tilted her head back so we were looking at each other again. I had never been so wide open and exposed in all my life. Everything in me was screaming to get away from her.

But something stronger kept me right here. She dropped her head down and kissed me softly a few more times, scraping her nails through the short hairs on the sides of my head.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I finally admitted.

April smiled. “Oh, I think you do.”

I wanted to smile; the urge was there.
You’re a worthless piece of shit
. I closed my eyes, wishing for her to kiss me again and take the voice away.

“Don’t go there,” she said. “Open your eyes and see me, Beau. See me right here. Wanting you. Not just your body. You. Open them.”

Her voice was enough to overshadow the other and I listened, that weird sensation taking over my chest again when she smiled at me. “There you are. Your eyes are so beautiful. I love the color of them, and how I can read whatever you’re feeling when I look into them.”

Whatever I was
feeling
? She couldn’t know those parts of me. No one wanted to see all of me, no matter what they said.

“Don’t,” she said. “I see it, right now. The doubt is taking you over. Don’t doubt that I want to know all of you. I do. The good, the bad, and the in-between.”

I shook my head. No one wanted to see it. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have a choice.

“Let me in,” April said. “I’m not afraid.”

My eyes met hers. “But I am.”

“You can be yourself, Beau. I know trusting people doesn’t come easily to you, but I’m not going to hurt you. Think about what you know of me so far. Give me a chance to prove to you what I’m saying.”

I wanted so many things with her, things I didn’t deserve to have. I’d lived so long telling myself I was too damaged to let someone else into my head, but I found myself wanting her here. She . . . quieted me.

“I don’t know how,” I admitted.

“This . . . tonight? This was a start. Have you done this before?”

“No, and I knew I shouldn’t do it tonight, either. But I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Why? What was different?”

I’d already said too much. I knew I had. “There’s something about you.”

April smiled, her face lighting up at my words. I’d done that? “There’s something about you, too, Beau Anderson. So many wonderful things.”

Natalie pulled into what seemed like a large residential home, killing the engine of our rented SUV. Everyone started piling out, but I froze with my hand on the door handle. I didn’t want to do this. I admired Bex for everything she did for foster kids, but it put my head in a place I didn’t want it to be, and my head was already fucked up today.

After April had left my room last night, I had stared at the ceiling for hours. Natalie had come in at some point but hadn’t asked me a single question. I loved how she knew just when to leave me be, and last night was one of those times. All night, my head reeled with things I couldn’t grasp. I replayed every second of my time with April over and over again until I convinced myself it was just her being nice. I wasn’t going to pursue anything with her because I didn’t deserve her. She needed a good guy, one who could give her everything.

Not me.

When I’d finally passed out, I’d had dreams of April locking me up in an institution, her face morphing into my mother as she told me no one would ever love me because I was unlovable.

It hadn’t been until this morning when Natalie had said something about her. All she’d said was, “Let her in, Beau,” and dropped it.

I was going to see her this morning. I knew the dream meant nothing, but in my screwed up head, it did.

“Beau.” Bex stood at the door. Everyone else was a few feet away, waiting for me to get out.

I lifted my eyes to meet hers but said nothing.

“It’s going to be okay, bro. You’re not okay today?”

I was fucking sick of being the one everyone had to pussy foot around. “I’m fine, Bex.”

“Nat said you and April hung out last night.”

“Fucking loudmouth.”

Bex laughed. “That’s great, Beau. She’s a great girl.”

“It’s nothing,” I said, stepping out of the car.

Bex lifted her eyebrow at me. “When was the last time you hung out with anyone other than us?”

She had me there. “It was a one-time thing.”

“Did you sleep with her?” Bex asked it like it was the most incredulous thing that could happen, but then again, I guessed it was.

“No. Drop it, Bex.”

She slung her arm around my waist as we walked up to the door of the home. Just as Johnny was about to open the door, April swung it open. I felt like I’d been sucker-punched in the stomach at the sight of her. I immediately remembered the sensation of her lips against mine and the way our tongues tangled together in an intimate dance.

She was back in work attire, this time in a pair of tan dress pants and a white button-down blouse. Her hair was pulled up off her neck. I wanted to kiss her slender neck until she writhed under my touch.

Whoa. What the hell kind of thought was that? There would be none of that happening today.

“Hey, guys! Just in time! Everyone is so excited. Come on in.” April smiled at the band and then her eyes found mine. “Good morning, Beau.”

I hung back as everyone else kept walking. April glanced over her shoulder and then back at me. I watched in awe as she kissed her thumb and touched my bottom lip with it. Before I could recognize I was moving, I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to me. All my doubts and reasons why I couldn’t be around her flew out the window.

When her chest hit mine, we both sucked in a sharp breath. She could almost meet my eyes with her heels on. I closed the space between us and brushed my lips against her cheek before moving to her ear. “Good morning.”

April flushed, stepping back from me quickly as a male voice came from behind us. “April? Ready?”

“Yes,” she said. “This is Beau Anderson, the drummer of Jaded Regret. Beau, this is Trent, the director of Kids Life.”

I shook his hand but said nothing, and then followed them into a large room where at least thirty kids of varying ages sat. A few reporters were set up in the front. Bex had already taken a seat with a group of teenagers, holding her guitar in front of her while she showed them some of the chords. Johnny and Tanner were not far from Bex, talking to another group of kids.

I was totally out of my element. I spotted Natalie next to a reporter, and I made my way to her. April followed.

“This is my brother, Beau Anderson, the drummer of Jaded Regret. He and Bexley were the originators of the band.” Natalie winked at me. I shook hands with the reporter, and that’s when I saw a child sitting all by himself off to the side, watching us.

Other books

Harmful Intent by Robin Cook
A Good Man for Katie by Patrick, Marie
Water by Harmony, Terra
Portia by Christina Bauer
The Wish Kin by Joss Hedley
Two Women by Brian Freemantle
The Knockoff Economy by Raustiala, Kal, Sprigman, Christopher
Lady of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley, Diana L. Paxson
Data and Goliath by Bruce Schneier