Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series (14 page)

He shook his head at her, smiled back, though he looked bewildered. “Kid, I will never understand you.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “But then, my dad used to say the same thing to me.” He sighed and stared at her with worry and love in his eyes. “Go be who you need to be, do what you need to do.”

She woke up in the tour bus, sleeping in Shane’s tiny bed near the back, with these words from her father ringing in her head.

Shane came into the cramped space carrying something. She blinked at what he held, gave him a curious look.

“Why’re you holding a cooler?”

He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Wait and see.”

He opened the cooler and pulled out a small box that looked as if it were carved from black marble. When he removed the top and showed her what was inside, Sally’s lips quirked up.

“Is that what I think it is?” She looked up at him.

“It’s a gift for you,” he said. “To celebrate our two month anniversary.”

He removed the gemstone dildo from its bed of ice, and while he did so he explained he’d bought her one carved from amethyst because she’d told him her birthday was in February.

“We get to play with the ice and the toy,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust as the blankets fell from her naked form.

She took the sex toy from him while he quickly undressed. It felt like cold, smooth glass and she shivered from its iciness as she laid it in her palm, ran her fingers over its polished surface.

Hunter joined her on the bed, watching her caress the toy as he drew near. He placed the tiny box of ice on a small ledge to one side of the bed. His face was slightly flushed from lust and his eyes glimmered.

“This must’ve cost you a small fortune,” she whispered.

He shrugged, smiled. “You’re worth it.”

Then he took the sex toy from her hand and pressed his lips to hers. His hot, wet tongue slipped into her mouth and she sucked on it. She groaned when he nibbled her lower lip while trailing the cool sex toy down her torso.

He fucked her mouth with lips, tongue, and teeth until she was panting into his kiss. The cool tip of the dildo pressed into her thatch of trimmed pubic hair and she gasped. Its frigid kiss against her heated clit, just seconds later, made her moan and tilt her head back.

Her body shivered and melted from the play of hot and cold now pleasuring it. His warm, soft lips moved down her neck, skimmed over her collarbone. His hot, slick tongue traced circles around her nipples before he suckled them until they stiffened and tingled. The cool touch of the sex toy left her, only to be replaced by the shocking sensation of ice cubes being rubbed between her labia and over her clit. She squealed and squirmed, but told him to keep going when he asked if she wanted him to stop.

He slipped one ice cube inside of her, and her pussy clenched down hard around the coldness. It burned and tingled despite being frigid, and the commingling of sensation was intoxicating. She willed herself to keep this icy fire inside her cunt for as long as she could stand it.

While she did this, he applied delightful torture to her clit with a piece of ice clamped between his teeth. He slid the smooth cube up and down this sensitive bead of flesh, sending shockwaves through her. She trembled from the icy touch and the sparks of bliss radiating out from her clitoris.

Finally she cried out, begging him to, “Fuck me with the toy.”

He teased her still before he complied, however. Gliding the polished stone up her thighs while he tormented her clit with the ice. When she thought she couldn’t take this icy assault any longer, he sucked the ice up into his mouth and laved this erogenous zone with his scorching tongue. She let out a long “ahhhhhh” of satisfaction and bucked her hips up to meet his mouth.

He circled her sex with the carved amethyst, pulling his mouth away from her pussy when he did so. She mewled in disappointment. Then he stroked up and down her wet slit with the smooth head of the gemstone dildo. She opened her legs wider for him and begged, “Please, fuck me,” once more.

He nibbled and kissed the flesh just beneath her belly button. While he did so, he nudged the head of the dildo into her seeping pussy. It stroked her g-spot once, twice, pushing the remaining ice against this erogenous zone, too. The pressure building in her clit and cunt burst, and her stomach tightened as pleasure rocketed through her every nerve. The first orgasm left her shaking and panting.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. He went back for more ice then teased her nipples with two cubes. He traced patterns over the smooth plane of her stomach with another, until she once more writhed and begged him to touch and pleasure her pussy.

The polished stone dildo slipped inside of her again, and she gripped it tight with her cunt walls. She welcomed its cool touch with murmurs of encouragement. She clutched a handful of pillow as he tilted the toy so its carved head caressed her g-spot just right.

His hot tongue flit out over her clit and her cunt walls constricted harder still around the dildo. He lubed up fingers with spit, watching her as he did so, then he teased her anus with these before he slid one inside to stroke her from behind. While he licked her clit closer to ecstasy, he finger fucked her ass in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the tempo of his thrusts in and out of her cunt.

Soon the coldness inside of her melted completely, replaced by the hot flood of another orgasm bursting free. This time the stroke of the stone dildo made her ejaculate, and she gushed juices all over the bed, spraying her lover’s face with her release also.

“One more time,” he said, unwrapping a condom and positioning her so she was on her knees, ass tilted high in the air. “Three’s a lucky number.”

She had little time to come down from climax number two before he slid his big, thick cock deep inside of her. His hand slipped down her hip, skimmed over her stomach, stopping at her clitoris. He rubbed, played, while he fucked her from behind. Her pleasure soon burned hot again, and it only flamed hotter when he teased her anus with the tip of the now lubed stone dildo. She relaxed her ass completely as he nudged the carved glans into her asshole while he pumped his cock in and out her pussy.

She let herself stretch wide open for him, taking all the bliss he had to give. He showered kisses up her spine while he pumped in and out of her. His hand moved from her clit to her nipples to tease and pinch, then his fingers returned to her sex. She gasped and groaned, now soaked in sweat from the orgasm overload and exertion, but she never wanted this ecstasy to end.

Slick stone and steely flesh massaged her front to back, coaxing that wonderful pressure deep inside her womb until it pulsed stronger and stronger. Her clitoris, now extra-sensitive from the stimulation, throbbed so intensely she could barely stand it. The sensation there now verged on pleasure / pain, but she wasn’t ready to end it yet.

Once more the pressure exploded, like a dam breaking and a torrent of water rushing free. She ejaculated again, giving a loud cry and throwing her head back as she did. Her lover grabbed a hank of her long, blonde hair and yanked her head to the side. He sank teeth into her neck until she cried out again from the shock of more pleasure / pain. While her juices trickled out and down her inner thighs, he lapped and suckled at the flesh he’d just bit, soothing the sting there. Then he buried his cock deep inside and came hard.

She collapsed into his arms afterwards, and they both lay motionless as they caught their breath and floated on a collective orgasm high.

She listened to the wheels of the bus hum as they rode down another highway. Just as she started to doze, someone pulled back the flimsy curtain that covered their corner.

“Hey lovers.” Bradley Strong, lead singer of Decadent and Deadly, flashed them a toothy smile. “We’ve landed. Time to get up.”

He tossed his long blond curls out of his eyes and turned, strutting away before they could gather their clothes.

They were in Vancouver, and they’d come here to meet an executive from EarBleed Records. Based in LA and Vancouver, the company was already building a name for itself thanks to signing successful retro rock acts like The Blue Tones and Supreme Rhythm. Their roster was known for blues based rock and roll that also experimented with modern electronic music. It was like a catchier, more soulful industrial sound, some listeners said.

And now Decadent and Deadly had been offered a piece of that pie. All they had to do was read the terms and sign on the dotted line. But, as their manager, Sally would be scrutinizing those terms very carefully. They’d put their complete trust in her when they barely knew her, and she wasn’t about to let them get screwed over. As long as the offer was fair, negotiations would go smooth and fast. At least she hoped.

Her stomach fluttered and tightened with knots as she whisked into the hotel for a quick shower. All her doubts pummeled her as she stood under the stinging spray of water. What did she know about managing a band and negotiating a contract? She had a two year diploma in business administration, but she’d never actually put that knowledge into practice until now. Oh, sure, on the police force there had been tense situations and negotiations, but this was an entirely different world she was entering now.

She put on a black pinstriped skirt and blazer. Checked her stockings for snags as she slipped into a pair of black, plain pumps with a modest heel. Then she went to the mirror to inspect her white, satiny blouse for any coffee stains. A small string of pearls finished off the look. She gathered her hair into a loose but professional looking chignon.

Shane entered the room and she turned to him, asking, “Do I look like I’m going to a funeral or a business meeting?” She held her arms out while he inspected the final results. “I never know if I dress too severe for this stuff.”

“You look amazing,” he said, walking closer and wrapping his arms around her. “Don’t worry. I trust you. We trust you. You’ll pull this off without a hitch.”

Shane accompanied her downstairs to a lush dining room in the hotel’s five star restaurant. He kissed her goodbye at the entrance, but lingered as the maitre d’ approached to greet her. When the maitre d’ left to tell her party she’d arrived, Shane glanced into the place and watched him. His eyes widened and he said, “Shit.”

Sally’s heart sped up. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s the name of the record exec you’re meeting?

“Jamie Daughtery. Why?”

Shane frowned and rubbed a hand down the side of his face. “Because the woman sitting at your table is my ex-girlfriend.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t clue in when you told me the first time.”

She shrugged, felt her nerves kick it up a notch. “Well, Jamie is a common name…” Her words sounded lame, so she shut up.

Before the maitre d’ returned to take her to the table, Shane whispered, “Good luck. I’ll hang around and wait for you, but I’ll keep well out of sight.” Then he swept another kiss across her cheek before he left.

Sally gaped after him, wishing she could ask questions, feeling thrown out of sorts. She took a deep breath and put on her game face as the smiling maitre d’ led her into the restaurant.

The woman at the table was a femme fatale. Sally could tell that much from one glance. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek auburn ponytail. Her lips were painted a perfect red, and her face was done up businesswoman chic. She wore a tailored grey suit that clung to her every curve.

When Sally approached the table, the woman stood and offered her hand. “Jamie Daughtery.”

“Sally Rollins.” She sat as Jamie did.

They talked business while they perused menus. The first question out of Jamie’s mouth surprised Sally, but at least Shane’s earlier discovery somewhat prepared her for it.

“So how are the boys these days?” Jamie’s smile held a smugness that annoyed Sally.

Still, she kept the professional mask on. “Oh, they’re doing great.” Then she played along, while fishing for information. “So you know Decadent and Deadly?”

The woman’s smile became positively feline. “We have a history, you could say. I was with their drummer, Shane Fayette, for a while.”

So was this meeting just about signing the band? Negotiations? Sally had a feeling there was more than a recording contract on the line here.

She showed Sally the proposed contract, and nothing more was said about Jamie’s prior connection to the band for awhile. Sally found the terms agreeable and fair, and she said she thought the boys would also.

“Before we sign on the dotted line,” Jamie said, tucking the contract away. “I was wondering if you and the boys would like to get together tonight? A little mixer to celebrate?”

Still suspicious, Sally agreed to the party on the boy’s behalf.

Later, on their way to the party, she and Shane discussed his involvement with Jamie, and what Sally had learned during her business lunch. Apparently Jamie’s father was a former musician who now owned EarBleed Records. She worked for him signing up and coming talent.

“So how do you know her exactly?” Sally asked, and she could tell Shane was gauging his words carefully. She swallowed down her pang of jealousy and listened.

“Her dad played bass in Gargantuan.” When she gave him a confused look, he added, “They’re a Canadian thrash band. They never made it as big as Dad’s band, Rift, but they’ve got a strong cult following. Anyway, she and I met when Dad took our family on the road. Her dad’s band was touring with Rift. She and I hooked up, but we lasted less than six months.”

Sally chewed on a thumbnail as she considered this. “Seems she still has a thing for you.”

He shrugged. “Maybe she just wants to hang out with the whole band, get to know us, gauge our personalities for the companies. You know, in case we’re high risk divas.” He grinned at this, but she didn’t return his lightheartedness.

Something nagged at Sally, gnawed at her gut. She saw it in the woman’s eyes when they had lunch. She was after more than a business mixer with the boys to gauge their personalities. Or maybe Sally was just being paranoid and jealous? She hated the way this tore at her mind. And, the bigger question loomed: What would Sally do if Jamie did, in fact, want a night with Shane alone?