The Jagged Heart (5 page)

"And what did
you feel when you saw Taylor?"

Caedem
shrugged.

"Nothing, just
pity. He certainly wasn't the mesmerizing presence I'd built him up
to be. I looked at him and I didn't feel anything. It's like a
shadow's been lifted."

He hugged
Phoenix.

"You sure
you're OK about this? I know it's going to be so weird for you. If
you don't want me to do it, I won't. It's a three-month deal only,
just to honor existing commitments. Then they can break the band up
if they want or recruit someone else. Not our problem any
more."

There was part
of Phoenix that wanted to scream that he wasn't OK about it, that
this would give him the connection to Taylor that he'd tried so
hard to get away from, but he knew it was the price of loving
beautiful, complicated Caedem, so he smiled and nodded and said he
was fine.

And then Caedem
turned to him with love burning in his eyes.

"I want you,
baby," he whispered, and Phoenix was lost.

They fell
backwards on to the bed, their taut bodies writhing against each
other, Caedem pulling Phoenix's face close in the hottest,
open-mouthed kiss he could ever imagine. And then Caedem was
undressing him with strong, tender hands, and it was such a
turnaround to have Caedem making the moves on him rather than the
other way around, that the realization brought tears to his
eyes.

"I want to make
this special, make it really mean something," said Caedem fiercely,
and his words jolted Phoenix's heart as he realized that soon
Caedem would be on tour again, and he'd be on his own again.

Caedem brought
Phoenix's palm to his mouth and kissed it, and then sucked his
fingers, holding his gaze, until Phoenix felt himself melt inside
and all his reservations slip away.

"I feel alive
again," he whispered. "And it's all because of you. I'm in love
with you, Phoenix."

Phoenix felt
him lick down the outside of his throat, sharp teeth graze his
collarbone, as Caedem pinned his arms above his head, teasing
around his nipples with his tongue and then tracing down with his
tongue to the little trail of hair that led down from Phoenix's
belly button.

Then he shucked
off his own clothes and rolled on top of him, gasping as his hard
cock rubbed against Phoenix's belly, making both of them shiver
with anticipation.

He spat in his
hand and grasped both of their shafts together, running his hand up
and down as though he was playing some kind of heavenly guitar
solo, until Phoenix had to beg him: "Go easy or I'm gonna shoot my
load right now. I been so hot for you for so long."

There was a
wicked amusement in Caedem's eyes that he had never seen before,
and he suddenly had a hint of what Caedem must have been like in
the days before Taylor and the drugs. Phoenix knew that his life
would never be the same now, that he was properly, crazily,
head-over-heels in love, and that he had given his heart to this
beautiful, fragile stranger to do whatever he wanted with it.

And Caedem
laughed, and whispered against his mouth, "You been hot for me?
Nothing compared with how hot I've been for you."

They lay still
for a minute, Phoenix willing himself back from the brink. If the
mere touch of Caedem's skin against his could do this, he wondered
how long he could possibly last if...

He groaned.

"Good thing we
got all night," he said, nipping at Caedem's lips and running his
hands over the beautiful hard curves of his back and butt, until
his fingers found something unfamiliar, something alien on the
surface of Caedem's smooth skin.

"What is it?"
he asked in panic, his first thought as his fingers found the
surgical dressing on Caedem's hip that maybe he had lied to him,
and that his newfound lightness of being was drug-related.

But Caedem
raised Phoenix's hand to his mouth and kissed it and said, "Have a
look - I was going to show you. I asked Dylan to get Sam to do me a
favor."

"You were out
getting a tattoo all the time I was going out of my mind with worry
this afternoon?" huffed Phoenix.

"Shh. Have a
look and you'll understand."

And when
Phoenix peeled back the dressing, he saw the jagged heart was
jagged no more: it had been turned into a whole heart, and in the
middle were Caedem's initials entwined with his.

"You crazy
bastard," he said, half-crying. "We've known each other less than a
week and you've got my name on your hip."

"It's on my
heart, not my hip," said Caedem, cupping his face and giving him
another of those endless, sweet kisses. "And it's to show you that
part of my heart doesn't belong to Taylor any more. It's
yours."

Phoenix smiled
to think that mentioning Taylor didn't cause a problem between them
any more, that his name was just another word that was in both
their pasts.

"I want you to
fuck me," he whispered. "Really hard, like you mean it, even if it
hurts like hell."

There was a
moment's doubt in Caedem's eyes, and then they darkened with desire
as he slid down Phoenix's belly and swiped at his dick with his
tongue, making Phoenix moan with anticipation as he licked around
the damp curls of his public hair and his ballsack before returning
to the tip of his cock, sucking it so delicately and then so hard
that Phoenix had to use all his willpower not to tip right over the
edge.

He sighed as he
felt Caedem's tongue probing his ass, and then a moment's
discomfort as he sank in one finger, then two. And then he heard
the crackle of the condom wrapper and the sensation of the cold
lube on his ass made him writhe and giggle for a moment.

Caedem pushed
his knees up and he could feel something hard butting against his
ass, but he breathed out and relaxed the way Taylor had taught him
to do - damn Taylor, why was he even thinking about him? - and the
pain washed over him as Caedem started to edge in, then stayed
still, allowing his muscles to relax around his huge hardness.

He could see in
Caedem's eyes, darkened and misted with lust, and hear in the rough
gasping of his breath, that it would not take much to send him
right over the brink. Phoenix laid his palm against his beautiful
face, Caedem nipping at his fingers as he pushed further and
further inside, making Phoenix moan with pleasure-mingled pain.

They held each
other's gaze as Caedem started moving inside him, Phoenix thrusting
forward into Caedem's hands as the hard tip of Caedem's cock
awakened the sweet spot inside him, crashing against his prostate
with every thrust and making him moan.

And then he was
exploding in the sweetest, best climax of his life, spurting over
his belly and Caedem's and watching Caedem's face as he closed his
eyes and jerked forward, spasming inside him.

"Phoenix, baby,
ahhhh!"

There had been
a tiny part of Phoenix that had been freaked out that Caedem would
cry out Taylor's name when he came, and as they lay together,
spent, that fear dissipated, and Phoenix finally relaxed in the
knowledge that Caedem was all his.

Caedem searched
his eyes, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"I'm sorry that
was so quick," he said. "I haven't been with anyone for more than
two years and I guess it shows."

"I was going to
say the same," said Phoenix weakly. "Only I don't even have that
excuse. Like I said back at the hotel, all your fault for being so
damn hot."

"Just as well
we've got all night, then," said Caedem, his eyes darkened with
promise. "And all the next day, and the day after that."

The unspoken
fear of what lay afterwards, of his long absence, hung in the air
between them until he added: "I can't imagine not being with you
now. How the hell are we going to be apart from each other?

"Come on tour
if you think you can stand being around Taylor, but if not, I'd
like you to stay here at the house, so I've got someone to come
home to."

Phoenix smiled
up at him and kissed him, pulling him close.

"I've got
nowhere else to be," he said. "And I sure as hell hope you don't
change your mind, because I'm going to be home waiting for you, not
just at the end of this tour, but for the rest of your life."

THE END

Also by Trinity
Lee:

The
Pierced Heart
(Book 2 of the
Phoenix Murphy Story)

The
Mirrored Heart
(Book 3 of the
Phoenix Murphy Story)

One
Hot Kiss
(Shay and Johnny, Book
1)

One
Hot Night
(Shay and Johnny, Book
2)

One
Night in Phoenix
(Mudride, Book
1)

Another Night in Phoenix
(Mudride, Book 2)

Phoenix Feels the Heat
(Mudride, Book 3)

Inked and Hard
(Sam and
Dylan, Book 1)

Inked and Harder
(Sam and
Dylan, Book 2)

One
Hot Tattoo
(Ricky and Cory, Book
1)

The
Hottest Tattoo
(Ricky and Cory,
Book 2)

One
Hot Biker

Elliott's New Neighbor

Extract from
One Hot Kiss

He stood there,
waiting for Shay, scuffing at the chalk with his beat-up biker
boots. As Shay walked over, Johnny detected something in his
demeanor, something that suggested he wasn't comfortable with this
either. Hell, the guy looked nervous, his usual swagger replaced
with something more tentative.

He shrugged as
he saw Johnny appraise him, mistaking Johnny's fear for
hostility.

"Hey, I'm
sorry, man," said Shay. "I didn't mean this to be tougher than it
already is... it's been a long day. Go easy on me, I've never made
out with a guy before."

"You're saying
it like I have," flared Johnny.

Shay put up his
hands in a gesture of appeasement.

"No, I'm just
saying it's gonna be weird for both of us, so we should just get it
over with before dickhead over there" - he jerked his chin towards
Dan - "decides he wants something even worse."

"Yeah," Johnny
shrugged. 

"Anyway," joked
Shay, some of his swagger coming back, "It could be worse. At least
you're hot."

Johnny was
about to fire something in retaliation, tell Shay to back off, but
something made him realize the other guy was offering him an olive
branch.

"Cheers," he
said with a wry grin. "No point in putting it off."

"Hey, let's get
this thing done," shouted Shay to Dan, and the cameras started
rolling.

The music
thundered out through the speaker next to them and dry ice started
swirling around them. Johnny took a deep breath and took a step
towards Shay, but he didn't have a chance to make the next
move.

Before he knew
what was going on, Shay was pinning him up against the wall, taking
his face tenderly in his hands, his warm breath against his
ear.

"Relax, man,"
whispered Shay, before touching his lips to Johnny's and closing
his eyes.

Shay's hot
mouth on his own sent an electric jolt through his body. The
bassist's hands in his hair and his hard-muscled body pressing
against his own were making him as horny as hell, and for a moment,
it was as if they were on their own in the warehouse.

Without fully
realizing what he was doing, he parted his lips slightly and Shay's
tongue was in his mouth, running lightly over his teeth, writhing
with his own. It was the hottest, sweetest kiss anyone had ever
given him. He didn't want it to end. He could feel Shay's hard-on
pressing against his thigh as it dawned on him that Shay wanted him
every bit as much as he wanted Shay.

"And cut!"

Dan's voice
brought him back to reality with a jolt, and he sprang back from
Shay, confusion in his eyes. Shay's dark-blue eyes widened.

"I'm sorry,
man, got a bit carried away."

Johnny glared
at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and shoved past
Dan to where Annie was waiting for him.