Rubbed Raw
Authors: Bella Jeanisse
Rubbed Raw
© 2013 Bella Jeanisse
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For Adult Enjoyment Only: Explicit Content
Sneak Peek: Insatiable Appetites
Sneak Peek: And Then Her Mouth
Sneak Peek: Until Death Do Us Part
DedicationThis novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in an entirely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book was driven by music and men, two of my favorite things. It started out as part of
Triple Threat
, but when I checked my word count, it was tremendous! I had to separate the story into parts. That gave me the leeway I needed to make it even hotter. Be prepared, because part two takes things to new heights, and those who’ve read portions have all agreed it’s even better that
Triple Threat
.
Speaking of readers, I have many to thank. Because of the holidays, my usual readers were mostly unavailable, but we learn to adapt. Liz, Casey, Christine, Chase, Rob, Rash and Ray, thanks for the opinions and encouragement. Brian and Robert, thanks for the true-life musician/roadie experience. As usual, Mike you were my rock. You pull me back from the depths when I don't even know I've fallen.
I have to mention
Goodreads
, because it has changed things for me. It opened me up to books I had never heard of before, some good, some not, but some were great. I have a few new favorite authors now and friends from across the world. Join me there if you would!
As usual, I must thank my favorite musicians. Without you, I could not write a word. Daily, you inspire me. Thankfully, I find new music all the time–expanding my rock horizons. I find so many bands via my interactions on
Twitter
lately. My greatest inspirations this time around include
Avenged Sevenfold
, as always,
Five Finger Death Punch, Killed the Fixation, Adelitas Way, Papa Roach, Pop Evil, Nickelback, Puddle of Mudd, Stone Sour, 311, Hellyeah, Lustra, My Darkest Days, Saving Abel, New Skin, Sick Puppies
and a bit of
Chevelle
.
My last mention is a sad one. In high school, I was turned on to the
Beastie Boys
, who had successfully mixed rock music with rap. That allowed some of us rockers to branch out in the 80s, which, except for
Aerosmith
and
Anthrax
, had never been done before. They changed so much. Even my kids love their music. Thanks for the memories!
REST IN PEACE
Adam Yauch (MCA)
1964 - 2012
I woke up a bit groggy from the sleeping pill. They kept the nightmares away. The bed next to me was strangely empty. As my mind began to focus, I realized it was the last Tuesday of May. The day our band, Triple Threat, was to start recording our first album.
Soon, Giovanni came in the room with breakfast. He did romantic things like that often. Smiling, I sat up slowly because dizziness was a side effect of the medicine.
“I love you so much. You’re amazing.”
He put the tray on the bed next to me. “My love, I live to make you happy.” He kissed me on the lips.
I swallowed my anti-depressant along with some juice. More than two weeks prior, a fan followed me home and attacked me. I was in therapy and on medication to help me cope.
Giovanni interrupted my thoughts. “I wanna start running again. Think you’ll be up to it soon?”
“Sure,” I agreed. “But I haven’t run in a long time.”
He smiled at me and kissed me again. “I’ll build you up to it. I used to run every morning.” Worried about my safety, he had changed his routine.
“Chad told me he wouldn’t mind if we worked out in his garage. I love your muscles, and I don’t want them neglected.”
He laughed. “You only want me for my body, don’t you?” Then he flexed his heavily-muscled his arms for me.
I bit my lip as he moved. He wore only gym shorts. His physique was amazing. I loved him inside and out and his body called to me.
Giovanni patted my leg over the blanket. “Seriously, we have to move. It’s almost eight, and we gotta be at the studio at 11. I’m not sure how long this is gonna take.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out socks.
I started eating, watching the colorful fire-breathing dragon tattoo on his back move. I found it very sexy, not that his other tats were dull. The first time I saw him without a shirt, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“Hey, finish up, or I’ll put a shirt on.”
“No, please don’t,” I begged with a frown.
Soon, I got off the bed. I felt Giovanni’s eyes on me as I walked out of the room, naked. I turned around just at the doorway. He was leering at me, so I smiled.
I went to my room to get clothes. It may be strange, but we had kept our clothes separate. When I moved in with him after my attack, we were only friends with benefits. We planned to sleep separately most of the time. That didn’t even last a day. Before our gig that night, we had both admitted we were in love with the other.
Once outside, Giovanni showed me how to stretch, then we took off down the block. It was very hard to keep up with him, so I watched his body move from behind. At one point, when he saw I was getting tired, he took my hand in his, and we walked for a while.
By the time we got back to the house, Giovanni was still raring to go. I opened Chad’s garage so he could blow off some more energy. Chad lived across the street from us. His van wasn’t in the driveway, so I assumed he was out running errands.
Chad was my best friend since we were eight years old. He was also my ex-lover, so things were complicated. Chad had always felt no guy in the world was good enough for me, except
him
. He said he was fine with Giovanni being with me, but I knew better.
I jokingly hit the heavy bag hooked to the ceiling. It barely moved, and Giovanni laughed. He hit it, and it swung wildly until he stopped it.
“You hit like a girl.”
Then the door that led to the house opened, and Chad appeared in the doorway. “What’re you guys doing here?”
I looked up at him. He was six feet, four inches tall, a foot over me. “Your van isn’t here. I thought you were out.”
He came out in his boxers, not shy in the least. “Phil borrowed it, and I was working.” Phil was one of our longtime roadies, along with Mark.
Other than Phil and Mark, Chad was the only one of us with a regular day job. He had much higher rent and didn’t want to take the chance of being short. He planned to work from home during the recording of the CD. I had no idea where he was going to find the time to do it all.
He walked to me, put an arm around me and kissed my lips. “Everything OK?” he whispered.
“Things are good. The medicine’s working.”
“Good.” He hugged me tight. “I’ll always save you. I promise.”
He had saved me from a much worse fate that awful night. His innocent comment stirred up frightening thoughts in my head.
If he hadn't come when he did…
Chad rubbed my back. “Baby, he’s not coming back. I swear he’s still in jail.” He always knew what was in my head.
“I know.” I held back the tears. “I’m gonna go splash some water on my face.”
He kissed my lips again. “OK, my baby girl.”
“Chad, I told you not to...”
Chad quickly cut Giovanni off, “OK, OK, I forgot, only on the cheek. Sorry, man.”
I went straight to his room, where I still had some of my things. He couldn’t give them back to me yet, and I guess I couldn’t take them either. I knew he missed me sleeping in his bed several times a week.
I washed my face and leaned over the sink, trying to control my emotions. It was much easier to do on the medication. Before I was on it, I frequently had bouts of crying for an hour or so. I feared my attacker returning to finish the job. He had gotten so close before Chad saved me.
When I got back to the garage, both Giovanni and Chad were lifting weights. Chad was lying on the bench in his boxers, and I could see right up them. I tried not to look, but he was right in front of me. His cock was huge; about seven inches limp and more than 11 inches hard. I loved how he looked naked. I smiled a bit, suddenly feeling him inside of me again as if it were yesterday. It had been seventeen days since we last had sex, but I was sure it felt like a lifetime to Chad.
I looked away after a minute. It was hard for me not to think of him, and I knew it was going to be hard for Chad not to touch me. He had never had to do that before. Even when I had a boyfriend before Giovanni, I didn’t deny him. He was Chad, and it was different.
I sat in a chair, and started watching them again. They were sweating and grunting as they did rep after rep. It was more than arousing.
The two of them were both amazing lovers. I grinned remembering the one time I had them both at the same time in Boston. I had unbelievable orgasms that night. What they did to me was unforgettable. The memories were making my pussy wet.
“I’m gonna go home and take a shower and let you guys finish.”
Together, they yelled, “No!”
I turned around. “OK, I won’t.”
Giovanni put down the dumbbell in his hand and came to me. “I told you I’m not leaving you alone. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you again.” He kissed me. “I love you too much. I’m done. We can go.”
Chad got up as well and hugged me. “I’ll miss you, baby.”
“Chad, don’t start,” Giovanni said from across the garage.
Chad turned towards him. “I’ll promise you right now, Giovanni: I’ll keep my hands to myself and my pants on.” He looked down. “Well, underwear on at least, but you gotta let me hug her. You don’t own her. We’ve been best friends for 15 years. I’m not gonna let you control…”
“I didn’t mean it should go that far, Chad,” Giovanni replied, quickly. “But things gotta change. I asked you to stop kissing her, and you said what you guys had was over. You promised me you could deal with it. I don’t want this to tear the band apart.”
I looked up at Chad. “Can you deal with me and Giovanni, Chad?”
“Yes, baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “I can do it for you. I want you to be happy.”
I lay my head on his chest, knowing he was lying. I felt the pain in his heart. When Chad’s arms wrapped around me, I heard Giovanni exhale loudly.
“Come on, Crystal,” Giovanni said a bit angrily. “We gotta get ready. Meet you at the studio later, Chad.”
