Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) (8 page)

Loud knocking woke me. Surely, the band had to have known by then that we were together. Who would have the fucking gall to interrupt? I kicked on my pants while leaving my chest bare. Fuck. Someone was going to get a fist full of knuckles if they woke her. I leaned in to press a gentle kiss on her mouth before leaving to fuck up some motherfucker. Leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar, I made it to the front door in three strides. My fists balled and pulling my stitches wide.

I swung the door open. “What, motherfucker?” I roared.

My father smirked eyeing my clothes, or lack thereof.

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were Ender or someone just as annoying.” I motioned for him to come in.

He nodded and took a seat on the couch. “How is she?” he asked, raising his brow.

I shrugged. “Sleeping and fine. Absolutely fine.” I nodded at the truth, taking a seat to his left.

He rolled his eyes. Another first. “Listen, take care of her. And let her take care of you. Can you do that? I’m leaving. I have something pressing that needs my attention.” He stood and brushed his pants.

There was something more. I knew he was hiding something. But what? It wasn’t the time for that conversation. Not with Gia in the next room.

I stepped up to him, offering my hand. “Thank you, pops.”

He moved in to give me a man-hug and a hard pat on the back. We both nodded. And without uttering another word, I led him out the door.

“Oh, son. Please tell your lovely goodbye. I promised I’d say goodbye.” He smiled warmly, but there was a glint of something in his eye.

“Of course. I will tell her as soon as she wakes up,” I said and closed the door. I re-opened it to put the “do not disturb” sign on the knob. That should be enough of a hint.

I entered the bedroom, closing the door behind me. The need to draw her close to ease my instinctive need was overbearing. I was one fucked rocker. I watched her sleep for a few seconds before she stirred. My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I leaped for it as it cracked to life. A text.

Chance:
Just a reminder you have studio time. I myself think you should take the night. The band wants you since you’ve been #MIA #4WEEKS ;(

Me:
No worries. I feel remarkably good. We will be down shortly

Chance:
Sigh…we;) xoxo

I rolled my eyes. Chance was my man, even if he was gay. To me, he was as close to a brother as the band was. We were tight. I trusted him with my life. Often times, it came to that, too. Fucking guy always had my back.

“Abel? What time is it? God, I’m sorry I fell asleep. Between you and the bath…I guess it put me in a mini-coma.” She giggled.

Fuck…that laugh. I missed it as much as I missed her sweet pussy.

“Long story short, I’ve been fucking up bad with the band lately…since, you know. They want to practice. I owe them everything. I owe you everything…”

She stood and placed a finger to my lips. “You can have us both. I will throw something on. Give me a few minutes. Be right back.” She leaned up, planting a kiss to my cheek.

I watched her nice ass walk to her luggage to retrieve something. I sat still on the bed just watching her move. With ease, she flitted around the room while humming to herself. I moved to the bathroom, wanting to freshen up, but not wash Beauty off. I washed my face running some warm water into my hair. I decided to leave it wet. Beauty handed me a towel. It was effortless. Ebb and flow. It felt right. Normally, I was fucked-up on life, but that no longer held true. I was fucked-up on Beauty. My newest addiction. One I prayed didn’t kill me.

“You ready, caveman?” She chuckled, showing off a smile that stole the sun.

“I am, baby girl.” I stepped closer. “Careful, little one. That smile is getting my cock hard. I’m two seconds away from burying it deep in you again. I will never be sated of that pussy. That, you can take to the bank…flat the fuck out.” I licked the side of her face. Mine.

“Ugh. You’re a gnarly caveman motherfucker. You know that, right?” She beamed. She wanted to sound put-off, but that smile was way too bright.

“Ready?” I asked while walking us to the door. Not that I was giving her any time to think. She was with me no matter what. I just prayed it was smooth sailing from there on out.

“Always…for you.” She squeezed my hand. A flush spread across her cheeks.
My
fucking girl. It felt real fucking good to have her at my side again. That time, it was for keeps.

We walked through the studio door. Everyone’s eyes were glued to our joined hands. Then, to the smiles on our faces. Cheers and whistles went up in a cloud of celebration.

Just that very afternoon, I was a fucking mess. Knowing Beauty was there…what she went through. How it really was. It straightened my shit right the fuck out. I didn’t feel high anymore. But I was still plagued with demons. Not Beauty’s demons. But rock-and-roll lifestyle demons. I needed a pain pill. My fucking hand was throbbing. Ender…I needed to see Ender. He had my shit.

Not to mention, that fucking cunt Morgana. I refused to utter her name aloud. However, I wasn’t taking what she did lightly. It was an act of war. She had gone fuck-crazy before. But what she did was beyond disturbing, even for her. I had to protect my beauty. However, if I knew my old man as I did, she was part of his “pressing things.” That was a situation I needed to get ahead of. God fucking knew where she was. Gia wasn’t safe. I knew that crazy bitch marked her. She wouldn’t rest until Gia was out of my life and she was back in.

“Biatch. I didn’t think you’d make it down here.” Cindy grabbed Gia first. Gia laughed as the crew rushed her.

“Chica. We’re happy you’re doing well. Welcome to the European tour, linda.” Ender hugged her. She looked to me for approval. I nodded.

“Cocksucker, her name’s Gia, not Linda. Jesus, fuck, man.” Woody grabbed my girl in a bear hug. She giggled. That was my family. My life.
Where were those pills?

“Chupar Es Mi Pinga. It means beautiful, you Irish fuck,” Ender threw out to Wood while grabbing his junk. It was his way of telling him, “suck my dick.”

“Never, you knob-jockey,” Woody spat. We lost it laughing. The crew was electrified.

I grabbed Ender. “Dude, where are my pain meds? My fucking hand is killing me.” A smile shown in his eyes. He knew exactly what I wanted. He was a real motherfucker.

“Right here, punta. Have you been partaking, esse?” He laughed loud. Gia looked over curiously. I pushed him into the half-lit control room.

“Stop being a cunt and give them to me. You need to make me right. My hand’s fucking throbbing. We need to practice, right?” I mentioned that, knowing we needed the practice. He couldn’t refute that. He pitched the prescription bottle to me. I caught it and popped the cap right off, taking two pills…no water. Fuck.

“Hey, what’s that?” Beauty bounded over curiously. She didn’t miss a trick. She was one watchful chick.

“Pain meds for my hand. No worries, babe,” I said, playing it off. I didn’t want her to worry. Not to mention, she knew all too well that drugs were yet another outlet.

“I knew your hand was hurting,” she yelled. “Why didn’t you say something, baby?” Cocking her head, she waited for an answer.

Which the bigmouth fucker dished. “This jackass put his fist through a mirror in his suite,” Ender said, shaking his head. “Let’s just say, thank fuck you’re here. His hand is the least of the issues. He’s been a fucking mess. Your turn to babysit,” he said, grabbing his guitar and walking off.

Wide-eyed Beauty pulled me aside. “We still have some talking to do. There’s other stuff about me you need to know. I also have plenty of questions for you. But for now, promise me you’re okay. Promise…you won’t abuse that shit you’re taking. It’s not the time or place to have this conversation, so I’ll let it go…but I’m worried, Abel.” She stepped up and hugged me with such emotion, my eyes closed in order to not tear up. Fuck, I was becoming a pussy.

Silence coiled around me for some time. How long? I couldn’t say. All I knew was I was in Abel’s room watching him workout. Joy, intrigue, and satisfaction sang its way through my veins. I glanced at his serious expression while he worked out. His movements were sure. He occasionally mouthed…
mine
while staring at me during his set. Fuck. My brain was finally catching up with my heart. I loved that stunning man. He didn’t even have a fucking clue.

When he looked at me, there wasn’t a hint of doubt in his eyes. Gazing at him, I traced an imaginary hand across his jawline. My mind was always on him. He was wearing a pair of loose-fitting jogging pants. I noticed a sizable bulge growing before my eyes.

“You keep looking at me like that and you’ll end up on your back in no time, baby.” His voice turned deathly serious.

“Sorry—well, actually, I’m not sorry at all.” I smiled. Sigh. Why even lie about it at that point.

He dropped the dumbbells to the floor, beckoning me with his index finger. He had an intense way about him that often times made me feel like a little girl. I walked slowly, sure of my steps. Careful. I knew enough not to run. I felt dizzy with giddiness. And all I wanted was for him to chase me. I’d never win, of course. His legs ate up two steps to every one of mine.

He threaded his fingers through my hair. “Say that again, Beauty.” His hands settled on my hip and drew me closer. He dipped his head to capture my lips for a slow-tongued kiss. His tongue was soft yet demanding. His fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to leave marks.

I leaned my body into his heated, naked chest. Maybe just a little feel. I traced the outline of his erection, giving it a short pump. His chest was already vibrating in the way of an alpha. His powerful legs agape. He pulled back, breaking the kiss. Fire danced in his eyes. I rubbed the goose bumps that erupted across my skin with my hands and watched him as he smiled darkly.

My mouth opened and shut. Shame tightened in my throat. Fuck. My body always betrayed me with him. He knew I was affected down to the wetness that had begun pooling in my panties. With a twitch of his neck, the fucking caveman threw me onto the bed. I had bounced a few times before I gained purchase of the comforter to steady me.

“Are you fucking demented or what? You could have snapped my neck.” I gasped.

In easy movements, there was a snap followed by a rip. Well, there went those panties. I prayed to God Chance had a truckload on its way.

“Demented, huh? Demented would be me owning your ass with no lube. Do you think I’m demented, or what?” His pupils expanded. I knew that look. It was not a threat, but a promise of what was to come. He rubbed the scruff on his chin, eyeing my pussy that was exposed to him.

I wanted to knock him on his fucking ass for being such a brute. But if I were being truthful, I utterly and completely loved it. And wouldn’t have him any other way. Vanilla was no longer part of my vocabulary. Twisted as fuck was more commonplace with a dash of primal beast. Yep, we were beauty and the beast for sure.

I swallowed hard. I knew not to show fear. He got off on that. I waited a second. When I saw his eyes lighten in wonder, I responded to the beast. “I didn’t mean
demented
-demented. I meant slightly off.” I shrugged. “Like in a good way. A
really
good way.” I waited. He really was way too smart for my back-peddling. But I had to try.