Kiss Me Deadly (4 page)

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Sweat poured off his torso. The brunette heaved an exhausted sigh, and collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck.” He let out a growl and strode from the bed, the mocha beauty rolled off and slid her hands around his torso, wrapping her long slender hand around his cock.

“Tired lover, let me get you off.” Her lithe body and plump breasts should be enough to get him off. What the fuck was his problem. Three hot chicks in his bed. Three hours later, he couldn’t bust a nut. It drove him insane. They didn’t complain though, each rode his dick with gusto.

“I’m good.”

“Jimmy, let us get you off.” The Latina beauty joined them, dropped to her knees and covered his dick with her saucy mouth. And what a talented mouth she possessed. He slid a hand behind him, urging the other to move. He found her pussy sopping wet as he slid his digits in, had her ride his hand, while the other sucked him deep in her mouth. The red head on the bed spread her legs wide and speared her fingers into her pussy with one hand, while fondling her breasts with the other.

Three sets of breasts, tight fucking pussies and one who loved being fucked in the ass. He groaned in pleasure and fisted his hand in the voluptuous beauties hair, slamming his dick down her throat, watching her suction and tease his crowned tip, one hand rubbing his sac. He tugged, forcing her to pop him out of her mouth. She tore a condom rapper open, covered his dick and turned around, bent over to touch her ankles. Jimmy slid into her ass with ease and pounded hard like she’d wanted during her last turn of his dick. He dropped his hand from his other vixen and pointed to the bed.

“Eat her while I fuck your friend again.”

What’s hotter than fucking in the ass? Watching two girls grind pussies together. The red head moved on the bed, spreading her legs so her friend could settle on her pussy lips, brushing clits together in slow slides, each palming the others breasts and tweaking the nipples.

Jimmy lifted the Latina’s torso, walking them over to the hotel desk and turned it to face the bed. He slide from her backdoor to apply lube and forced her to lay her chest and face on the wooden top. “Watch your hot friends screw each other and fuck your sexy cunt with your fingers.”

Her generous curves gave him ample skin to clutch. Her breathing hitched as she fingered herself in tandem with his dick sliding in her ass.

The girls on the bed switched positions, laying face over pussy in a sixty-nine. Pink tongues flicked out to tease and gather the flood of juices he smelled from his position near them. His breathing picked up and the urge to blow reared up and vanished in mere seconds. The women he fucked and played with had no problem achieving orgasm, he’d given them each multiple, and watched them tease each other into more. This last ditch effort for him to nut off failed.

“This isn’t fucking working.” He slid out of her ass and slapped it with affection. “Thanks for trying.” He sat down in the chair to catch his breath while she recovered from her orgasm.

“Fuck, do we need to take you to the ER? It’s not safe to have an erection for hours.”

Jimmy rolled his eyes. “I’m not on anything. Just can’t come.”

“Wow. We thought you’d taken some Viagra or something. Does this happen to you a lot?”

The Latina joined her friends and laid on the spacious bed. He shook his head. “Nah, I mean I can fuck as long as I want, but always can bust a nut. Got shit on my mind is all. I’m gonna get out of here. Ya’ll are welcome to order whatever you want from room service and schedule what you want from the spa, there’s a list of different services they have on the desk.” He chuckled. “Well, now on the floor.” Jimmy bent over to grab the menu for room service and spa services and walked them over to the bed. Three sets of pouty lips regarded him.

“You’re leaving us?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna head to the gym and work out this naked aggression so I can sleep later.” He dressed and packed his overnight bag. “Enjoy yourselves, as I’ve enjoyed my time with you three lovely ladies.

“Call us when you’re back in New York again.”

Jimmy nodded but had no intention of calling any of them. He let himself out of the penthouse and rode the private elevator to the lobby.

“I left three ladies in my room. They can order whatever they want from the spa, room service and boutique, just charge their purchases to my credit card.”

“Will you be leaving the premises, sir?”

“Nah, book me another executive suite. I’m heading down to the private gym. Card?”

“Yes, sir.” The attendant handed him the pass card for access to the private gym for celebrity clients. Jimmy took the elevator down and entered the fully equipped room. He stripped down and slid on his basketball shorts, took his phone out and turned it to Pandora, slipped the buds in his ears and punched in the settings to run four miles.

Maybe it was time to settle down like everyone in the band. Nah, he just needed to get Sam out of his head.

His phone chimed. He slowed his pace and answered through the mic on his earbuds. “Yeah?”

“Dude, where you at? I just called your room, some chick answered, said you left them there,” Shea asked.

“I’m running on the treadmill. Sup?”

“Nothing just checking on you. Sam’s upset you left with them chicks, although she won’t outright say it. She expected you to return with the guys from her band not walk off.”

“She’ll get over it. Not like shit worked out anyway. Fucked the life out of them, got sucked off a few times, but couldn’t nut. Not one fucking time. Shit’s pissing me the hell off.”

“Ahh, Sam’s in your head.” Shea busted out laughing on the other end of the phone. The sound further exasperated him.

Jimmy stopped the treadmill and put his hands on his hips, regulating his breathing. “Got anything better to do than laugh at my problem?”

“Nah, my girl is tuckered out. I don’t have a problem getting mine.” Shea snorted in another bout of laughter. “How long did you last?”

“You don’t wanna fucking know.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah, they thought I needed to go to the ER to get a shot or something in my dick to bring it down. Thought I was on erection medicine.”

Shea howled on the other side of the phone. “No way.”

“You’re being a dick douche. Yeah, I’m getting off the phone now. Gonna run until I can’t fucking move. Alcohol wore off hours ago.”

“I’ll leave you to it. Things coulda been worse. Imagine getting them all there and not being able to get hard. Instead you deliver so good them chicks are gonna want to see you every time we’re in New York.”

“Yeah, that’s not happening. Bye.” He hung up on his brother and started his program again with Sam on his mind.

Chapter Three

“There you are.” A very pregnant Neveah interrupted her from her train of thoughts. Sameera toyed with a strand of her hair standing to face the star of the party.

“Jackson okay?”

“No. He won’t admit it, but yeah, today was rough for him. He hasn’t had company here for years. This house was his grandmother’s, the woman who raised him after his mother passed. He’s a good man. Took care of his ma as cancer ravaged her body, until she was taken from him. I can’t believe he played piano for us. It’s a first, he gave that up after his nana passed away. What a shame, he could’ve been a concert pianist. Carlie’s with him.”

“I figured he needed time to himself and decided to come see the view after helping clean up a bit with Carrie. Imagine having this in your backyard. It’s breathtaking. We don’t get this in the city where we’re staying or in the Midwest.”

“Oh I don’t know. Our place is in Belton a little ways from Kansas City. We are more rural, lots of farmland. It’s peaceful out there. Not as much as having the ocean in your backyard though.”

“I’ve never been out that way. Do you need help with something?”

“Oh, not really. The boys are collectively staying out of the way until Jackson’s all good. I figured this is a perfect time to get to know you. If that’s okay.”

Sameera smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Why don’t we take a walk to the benches by the water.” Neveah opened the back door and disappeared, leaving Sameera to catch up with her. For a pregnant woman she moved fast. A fresh breeze caressed her face as she opened the door. Garrick’s fiancé stood with her hand draped over her noticeable bump. Radiance shined from her soul. Two steps later, she slid beside her to watch the sun dip down over the shimmering water.

“Out of all of our boys, Garrick has had it the easiest, followed by Shea. Jackson and Jimmy, I knew they were different from the moment I met them. They exude damaged in different ways. I used to think the two would whore their way to their deaths if they didn’t die of alcohol poisoning first. Carlie is good for Shea. The boys need a woman to ground them, remind them of who they can be in the future even after the music dies.”

“Music never dies. It’s a part of us, who we are now, who we will grow into, a legacy to pass on to new generations. Like a heartbeat or a breath of air, music keeps us alive, moving forward, creating the next masterpiece.” Anger suffused her. Meddling people pissed her off. Sameera stewed in silence waiting for her new intrusive friend to drop the subject matter.

“Some would argue love is what breathes new air into our lungs, and the greatest gift we can make is a child, two pieces of two connected souls made in one, mirroring the culmination of an impenetrable bond.” Neveah rubbed her stomach. “They are active today.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You and Jimmy have this tragedy between you and a long history I’m not privy to. I know misery when I see it, even if it’s masked by half smiles and awkward conversation. Garrick is worried, when he worries, I worry. My man loves his family members. Jimmy hasn’t been this animated in two years. Whatever is brewing between you two is pulling him out of the shell he’s been in since his brother, Miles, died.”

“Aside from today, all he’s done is argue and act like an even bigger asshole. How is his childish behavior an improvement?”

Neveah laughed. “Today is about me. My reveal party and I’m happy you chose to come and bring Major, Vin and Midian. As for Jimmy, I love his pink and blue striped hair. Should’ve guessed he wouldn’t be able to pick sides. You know the asshole-ary is a front. The question is what do you want to do about it?”

“You’re right. Today was all about you and the most fabulous party and only reveal I’ve ever attended.”

“And?”

Pushy broad.

“I want the past to stay in the past. All I want to do is play.” Sameera frowned. Neveah’s words bothered her on a level she didn’t want to dissect. Nor did she want to think about how sexy he looked sporting his new hair colors or how normal Jimmy acted today.

“Sometimes I wish I was your age again. Did you know I’m seven years older than Garrick? I’ve always had a thing for him though. In the beginning, I thought he’d never see me, want me. I am not a pretty petite thing like you. I’ve always been over a size ten. Bigger than the models and even the groupies he was with before we began dating.”

Sameera ran her fingers over the grooves on the weathered bench. “That’s hard to believe. You look so young. I assumed you were my age. Weight shouldn’t come between love. You look amazing.” Sameera walked over to the bench and sat down. Neveah took a seat next to her.

“Thanks. Sometimes I need to hear complements. No matter my insecurity.” Neveah paused. “Sometimes I feel I’m eons older than everyone. Think of me as a big sister and a friendly ear. I don’t believe in coincidence. I believe we are drawn to what we need by a magnetizing force.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic. I’m doomed for a sad ending. There is no happily ever after for Jimmy and I. You know I was engaged to his brother. Jimmy and I aren’t even friends. He says we are, then he acts all…Jimmy and ruins everything. The worst part is for many years he was my very best friend. He taught me everything I know about guitar, showed me playing wasn’t all too different than learning cello.” Sam smiled at the memory. “I taught him Arabic. He hated when my parents didn’t speak English in front of him and kept pestering me, so I cracked a deal to teach me to play and I’d teach him my primary language. Then everything got complicated and the rest is public knowledge.”

“Do you think you’re the first woman to love two brothers? We can’t help who we come to love. Once the L word enters it’s a wrap.”

“We both betrayed Miles. Jimmy still struggles with that night. I do too. How could I have loved Miles and laid with his brother the night of the funeral?”

“The real question is when did you fall out of love with Jimmy and irrevocably in love with Miles?”

“When Jimmy didn’t take the time off to stay with me after my parents died. I realized I could never count on him to be there for me like I needed. My life crumbled. I capsized and sank deep into depression. Miles picked the many broken pieces of me up. His unwavering support kept me going.”

Neveah rubbed her stomach. “I’ve seen a lot in this industry. I’ve been with the band professionally for years. In the background, doing grunge work until my time came to advance to art director, but around all the same. Five years ago, they were on their first tour overseas. Professional musicians walk a fine line of balancing family with business obligations, contractual ones as well. Garrick didn’t own his label then. They answered to someone. A lot goes into tours on the business end. The band is responsible for showing up and doing a kickass show. Too many families that work city to city, state to state and overseas depend on them to do their job so they can take care of their families.”

“Deep down I know why he couldn’t physically be with me. I was wrecked and expected my best friend to…I don’t know, put me first. Foolish fantasy, but still the same, I needed him. Miles stepped into the shoes Jimmy held for so long and he was strong, funny and dependable, where Jimmy was larger than life and impossible to keep up with. He forgot me. The calls became less frequent until nothing except an impersonal distant happy birthday message showed up on my cell phone.”

“Seems like a lot of misplaced blame.” Neveah stretched out. “God, Jackson has a beautiful place.”

Sameera heaved a sigh of relief at the change of subject. “It is. I’ve never seen a house quite this grand.”

“You get used to it, kid. Wait till you pick your own out.”

“So what’s it like? Being around them all the time? They are a far cry from the team I traveled with playing cello before becoming a soloist.”

“I’d imagine like being around your band. The guys are great, now that everyone is paired off a bit more behaved. There are consequences to actions and two are with Garrick’s sisters, so yeah…but they’re good matches. I keep forgetting you play cello. Do you miss it?”

Images of the members of Jimmy’s band settling down amused her. They’d been in the media causing a ruckus for so long, she couldn’t picture them domesticated. “I still play cello, just not professionally.”

“That’s good. You don’t want to lose what you’ve spent a lifetime achieving.”

“I tried once to quit cold turkey. Didn’t practice for months, trying to reinvent myself. And then two of my girlfriends from the symphony I was with came for a visit with their violins and we jammed. Playing is innate for me. My fingers moved over the strings in sync. The melody pouring out consumed me. I don’t know that I’ll ever lose my ability.”

“I feel the same way about art. We creative types are lucky to have a natural given ability. So you quit cello to become a rock star, huh? Tell me about your guys. How you met them. I know how you ended up seeing Jackson.”

“My guys are pretty cool. I answered an ad they posted looking for a guitarist and possible back up vocalist. I’d never sung for anyone before. Hell, I didn’t even think I could really sing, not at least at the level they wanted.”

“Pleasant surprise, I’m guessing since.”

“Crazy right? Well, we’ve been friends for about a year. I knew right away we’d be a good fit. I set boundaries right away about being the only female in the band. Lucky for me, they treat me more like a sister than a possible conquest.”

“Boundaries are important. I saw the tension between Jimmy and Major, you handle that?”

“Yeah. We’re excited to get to work. I laid down the law, let my boys know picking fights or responding to barbs from Jimmy will have dire consequences. It was like once they found out I have no family, boom insta-family, thus they get a bit on edge if they think I’m upset.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you didn’t have anyone. But you were in high school when your parents died, right? The state didn’t put you in the system?”

“No. I was a junior and I was home schooled. I’d already been performing professionally for six years. My parents left my trust fund and my money earned from performing to me. They didn’t set up a contingency plan if something happened to them. Jimmy and Miles’ mom, Morrighan, stepped up and said she’d be my temporary guardian if the judge felt I needed one. I’d been living on my own—well, in hotels while traveling with my music teachers. I still had a year of contracted performances, but they found a substitute and graciously allowed me out of my obligations.”

“I just want to hold you and keep you forever.” Neveah frowned.

“Thanks. The judge was cool. I was basically emancipated already working full time for so long. Her stipulation in allowing me to be in charge of me was to get counseling and finish my senior year in a public or private high school so I wasn’t alone. I graduated and took up performing again, without a lengthy contract this time and moved to New York. The change was good for me.” Sameera bit her lip and let out a calming breath. “I think I’m done sharing for now.”

“Some heavy shit, chicka. Man. Well look, now you have two families. Crimson Rage and Final Regret, trust me when I say we take care of our own. So, now that I know your tragic story what do you do for fun?”

Sameera stared at the calm waters and sighed, inhaling the fresh saltwater air. “I don’t have time for fun.”

“You must be very driven. Make time for fun. There has to be something you do to relax or unwind. I swim and read.”

“Hmmm. Well I do love to cook a lot of Mediterranean and East Indian food when I have time and I belly dance.”

“Mmm. I love Indian foods. There’s a store that makes fresh hummus daily and has a buffet, I can’t get enough of right now. I don’t know the name of a lot of it but it’s tasty. I especially love the yogurt drinks. Karma Sutra. No, that’s the sex book title. Anyway, the restaurant serves a mango one and the owner comes around each table with bits of pistachio ice cream to clean the pallet. We should do lunch there when we get settled back in the Midwest.”

“We have an apartment here. Should we keep it or will we be in Kansas City for a long time?” Sameera bit her lip, thinking it’d be too early to try to sublet or find someone to take over their place.

“I’m not sure, but I do know rent out here is crazy. Why waste the money if you’re not here? You can talk with Garrick and your guys. Now I’m starving and want to belly dance. Imagine me with this belly attempting that.” Neveah snorted.

“It’s great exercise for the body in and out of pregnancy. There are DVDs and classes for pregnancy. I can point them out to you or teach you myself.”

“Do you do that? Teach?”

“Yeah. My two friends Dominique and Catalina both dance with me. All three of us wanted to learn something together that was fun aside from practicing our instruments eight hours a day or more. Belly dancing became our thing, a way to unwind from a stressful week. We also do yoga, but belly dancing is a great low impact workout.”

“How are you going to practice now that you’ll be gone for extended periods of time?”

“Catalina and Dominique can teach without me and will probably replace me. But I’ll still come back to do shows with them. Before and during the show I wear a veil so no one will ever know it’s me unless someone snitches. All I ask is—don’t tell the guys, yours or mine. I do this for me not to be objectified. If by some reason I end up dancing they’ll be surprised for sure. Not even my boys know.”