The Letters (Carnage #4) (13 page)

“The Trouble with Us”
Chet Faker & Marcus Marr

“History”
One Direction
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“You Get What You Give”
The New Radicals

“Demons”
Imagine Dragons

“Can’t Feel My Face”
The Weeknd

“Do or Die”
Thirty Seconds to Mars

“Where Love Lives”
Alison Limerick

“Unbreak My Heart”
Toni Braxton

“I Will Survive”
Gloria Gaynor

“Second Chance”
Shinedown

“Never Forget You”
Zara Larsson

“7 years”
Lukas Graham

“Stay With Me”
Sam Smith

Lesley Jones was born and raised in Essex England but moved to Australia nine years ago with her family.

The Letters is her seventh book.

She has quickly gained a reputation as a writer of gritty, down to earth characters, involved in angsty and emotional plot lines. Carnage having won a number of awards for ‘Best Ugly Cry’

Her readers love the fact that she can switch her stories from hot and steamy, to snot bubble crying, followed by laugh out loud moments, in the space of a few sentences.

She has described the very best part of her job is meeting her readers and already has plans to travel to the U.S for several events during 2016, a list of which can be found on her web site.

When not writing, she has admitted to being a prolific reader, getting through around four or five books a week.

She is a fan of reality TV, listening to music and watching her son play football.

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CONVICTION

CHAPTER

1

I stand on the edge of the stage, eyes closed, arms raised, caught in the draft of the giant fans sitting in the wings, my hair lifts off my neck and it feels good, so fucking good. I count the beats to the final drum roll of our last song for the night... for the tour in fact and wait for the roar of the crowd as I pull my earpiece out. I open my eyes and look out across the sea of faces, arms waving in the air as Jet throws his arm over my shoulder and kisses my cheek. He’s wearing a white feather boa around his neck, black leather jeans and he’s shirtless and barefoot. Gunner Vance and Dom Trip, our drummer and bass guitarist join us front and centre of the stage and we all take a bow.

We’re done. Eighteen months on the road is finally over. I’m going straight back to England tomorrow and I won’t have to look at the ugly fucking faces of my other three bandmates until sometime next year. Well, I’ll probably see Gunner at some stage as we live not far from each other, but the other two are crazy Americans and unless we have any public appearances scheduled, then naaa, I’m done travelling for a while. I’m heading home, home to England, my house, my dogs, brothers, nieces and nephews and I can’t fucking wait.

A pair of knickers land at my feet as a girl screams, “Reed, take me home, take me home and fuck me.” I bend my knees and shield my eyes from the house lights that are starting to come on so I can get a better look at her.

Jet leans down and says in my ear, “Get her up here, just in case the rest don’t show, man.”

I look up at him. “Can you see her? What’s she look like?”

He shakes his head and winks at me. “I don’t give a fuck. She has holes, at least three that are of interest to me, get her up here and let’s get back to the room to play.”

I tap the security bloke on the shoulder and point to the girl that screamed out to be fucked. I’m not sure if they’re her knickers Dom now has on his head or not, but I’m sure it’s not gonna be long till we find out. The giant security guard lifts the girl up over the barriers and onto the stage. She turns around to the crowd and punches the air, earning herself a massive cheer and a few boos. Jet hooks his arm over her shoulder and steers her off stage while we all follow.

No nonsense tonight, no backstage meet and greets, no fake smiles, just straight in the cars and back to the hotel to play. Gunner and Dom are both married and their wives are backstage waiting for them as we head toward the corridor. There are people hanging about everywhere and as a beer gets shoved into my hand, I pause for a second and take a few swigs.

“Mr. Reed, sorry to trouble you sir, but I wanted to give you these and wondered if you’d just take a look at them?” I lift up my sunglasses and look at the bloke standing next to me, he’s more of a kid than a bloke, eighteen, nineteen at most. He has a few sheets of paper rolled up in his hand and he’s holding them out to me.

“What are they?” I ask, gesturing with my chin at the paper.

“They’re songs, sir. Songs that I’ve written. I’ve put my email address and cell number on the bottom. I just thought, well...” He blushes and looks down at the floor. “I’m good. What I write is good fucking shit and I just need a break. I just need someone to listen.”

Fuck, I might be a prick a lot of the time but I’m not a complete arsehole, especially when it comes to kids that need a break. That was me once, all I needed was a break and Jet happened to come along and hand it to me on a plate, after he’d tried unsuccessfully to get me to suck him off that is. But once we established that wasn’t going to happen, he invited me to join the band anyway, and the rest, as they say... is fucking history.

“What’s your name, mate?” I ask.

“Mitch, Mitchell White. It’s all on there.”

I give him a wink. “Okay, Mitch Mitchell White It’s All On There. I’ll take these back to England with me and I’ll have a look at them. If there’s anything I see with potential, I’ll be in touch. How’s that sound?”

His eyes widen. “Seriously, you’re not just fucking with me?”

Jet appears at the kid’s side and runs his hand over his chest. “Ohhh, pretty new toys. For me?”

“Fuck off Harrison, your toys are waiting back at the hotel.”

He folds his arms across his chest and pouts like the diva he is. I hold my hand out for the song sheets and the kid passes them to me. “Now fuck off out of here kid. There’s nothing but freaky weirdo’s hanging around backstage after our shows, and you’re best staying well away from any of them.” He nods and is gone in seconds. I turn Jet around and push him toward the exit and our limo that’s waiting to take us back to the hotel with the lovely Lara, who we pulled out of the crowd earlier, already naked and sitting with her legs open on the back seat.

We climb in, close the doors, open the central console and find what we’re looking for. A bottle of vodka and a nice big bag of Charlie, with six nice neat lines all ready for us on a little mirrored silver platter.

Jet sits on the leather seat next to me and we both stare between Lara’s legs at her bare pussy for a few seconds.

“Top or tail?” I ask him.

“Hmmm, I might have a little taste first, then tail.” The girl doesn’t say a word. Jet must’ve told her what we like, what we expect while I was talking to the kid. Quiet, compliant, no questions asked. Just do as you’re told, speak when you’re spoken to and don’t ever expect a rerun. What you’ll get in return will be a night to remember and some mind-blowing sex that will push all your boundaries and the best orgasms and drugs of your life.

Jet lifts the mirror up to his face and snorts a line up each nostril through the platinum straw that he always carries with him. He passes the mirror to me and I hoover up my two lines quickly.

I’m about to pass it across to Lara when Jet jumps in, “Na ah man, I wanna play.” He crawls on his knees over to Lara and then reaches out to me for the mirror, which I pass back to him. He tips the whole lot onto the front of her pussy. Then he just leaves it sitting there. “Put your feet up on the seat sweetheart and open those legs just as wide as you can for me.”

Without saying a word, she does as she’s told. Jet leans forward and licks from her arse to her clit and I watch as she shudders.

“You like that?” I ask. She looks down her body and across to me and nods.

“She tastes good Reed, you wanna try?”

Fuck that, I don’t lick no chick’s twat, especially one that’s naked in the back of a limo ten minutes after meeting me. Ergh. Who knows who or what’s been there before me? I like sex with randoms, but I have certain standards. I don’t put my lips on their mouth, so there’s no way I’d be putting my lips on their minge. If they want to put their lips on my dick, that’s fine by me, their call. I don’t make no one do anything they don’t want to. I might coax, bribe or tempt but never force.

“Na, I’m good. You do what you gotta do first, dude.” Without hesitation, he pushes two fingers inside her.

“Oh God,” she moans as he begins to move them in and out. Her eyes are closed and her back and hips are arching off the seat. Jet looks over his shoulder and gestures for me to join him. He pulls his fingers from inside the girl and sucks on them. I think he’s going back in, but instead he dips his wet fingers into the coke and starts scooping it inside her, moving his two fingers in and out as she moans and arches her back, once again lifting her arse and hips off of the car seat.

My dick’s hard, now the coke’s kicking in. My heart rate accelerates and I want to get involved. I reach over to the centre console and find the condoms and throw one to Jet.

“Turn her around,” I order him. I sit back up on the seat opposite and undo my jeans. I pull out my cock and start to stroke myself as Lara crawls on her knees toward me. I lift her chin so she’s looking me in the eye. “Jet’s gonna fuck you from behind. I want to fuck your mouth while he does that. Is that all good with you?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Can I have another line of coke first?”

I nod my head. “Just one though, he’s shoved at least two lines inside you, it’ll absorb through your skin soon and you’ll start to feel it hit you.”

She winks. “I already can. One more line and I’ll be good to go for the rest of the night. I know my limits.” I pass her the mirror and she lines up and snorts another hit. She’s on all fours on the floor of the limo. Jet’s on his knees behind her.

“Can I fuck your arse?” he asks her.

She looks over her shoulder at him. “Do you have lube?”

Jet looks up at me and gestures to the console that divides the seat in half. We use this limo company all the time, they know exactly what to provide. I search inside, find what I’m looking for and toss the tube to Jet. Then I pass him the big pink vibrator that I’ve also found in there.

“Wonderful.” Jet winks.

Lara reaches out and takes my cock in her hand, she squeezes at the base and strokes up and down a couple of times before she flicks her tongue over my tip, pushing it into my slit as she does. My hips buck forward and my hand grips her hair. All the while, she takes me deeper down her throat. I tilt my head back on the car seat, enjoying the sensation of her hot mouth swallowing my cock as I watch Jet slide on a condom and lube up his fingers. I’m not gay or even bi for that matter. I’m not watching because I want to see, or admire his dick. I’m watching so I can tell him what to do, not that he doesn’t know, he’s a fucking expert but he likes to be told and I like to tell him. I have to tell him. Not just him, anyone that’s involved has to be prepared for me to tell them exactly what to do. I have to be in control and I just love to push the boundaries, push people to their limits. Some are a bit resistant at first, especially if it goes against what they think is normal or right, but once you encourage them to give it a go, to just try it, they’re soon lost in the moment and giving themselves over to doing all kinds of wrong.

I nod my head toward the vibrator lying on the back seat. “Turn that on and push it inside her, but I don’t want her to come.” Jet reaches behind him for the toy. I pull Lara’s hair gently so she raises her eyes to once again meet mine. “Jet’s got a toy back there with him. You happy to play?” She nods with my cock still in her mouth. “Good girl. Just yell ‘shift’ if you want us to stop doing anything. You got that?” She nods again. “Suck my balls into your mouth and enjoy what we’re about to give ya.” I nod my head at Jet and feel Lara’s mouth tighten around me as he pushes the toy inside of her. “In and out slowly,” I tell him. She moans and the sound vibrates around my balls, which have both now been sucked into her hot mouth. “Suck my cock back in your mouth, Lara, take it as far down your throat as you can. Jet’s lubed his fingers and he’s gonna slide them in your arse. You want that?” She releases my balls from her mouth and I shudder as the cool air of the limo hits them.

“I want his cock in my arse, not just his fingers. I want your cock in my cunt, his cock in my arse, Reed. Can I have that?” I stroke my fingers down her cheek and over her jaw. I love women like Lara, no bullshit, no pretending that she’s little miss innocent. She knows exactly what she wants, she knows exactly what makes her feel good, and she ain’t too scared to ask for it.

“Not a lot of room to manoeuvre in here. Don’t worry, we’ll make you feel good, then when we get back to the hotel, there’ll be more people to play with and we can get you all filled up again. You can get every hole fucked if that’s what you want. Would you like that?” I nod slightly to tell Jet to slide his fingers in her arse while I talk to her. Her back arches and I watch as she pushes back toward Jet.

“Oh God, yes, yes Reed, I’d like that. More Jet, I want more,” her voice is ranging from high to low as Jet moves his fingers in and out of her arse.

“Suck my cock, Lara. Take it deep and then Jet will put that toy back inside you while he fucks your arse, but I want you to suck me first.” I know once she comes she’ll be good for nothing for a while and I’m not gonna be left hanging with a hard-on. Once I blow my load, they can blow theirs. She takes my cock back into her mouth and drags her teeth up and down the shaft. It’s only just not painful, but I like it. I grip her hair and push her head down as I lift my hips. “Fuck her arse, Jet. Slide inside and make her feel good. Tell her what you’re gonna do to her.” I don’t want to talk right now, I just want to blow down the back of her throat.

“I’m gonna fuck your arse now baby. I’m gonna fuck it hard and bury myself inside you, and while I do that, I’m gonna push this dildo deep inside your cunt. You’re gonna feel so stretched and so full, they’re gonna hear you come in Moscow with how loud I’m gonna make you scream. You ready for this baby?” She moans against my cock but doesn’t answer him. I raise my hand to Jet, he knows exactly what that means and slaps Lara across her arse while I hold her head in place and push my hips into her face. “Answer me, Lara. You fuckin’ ready for this?” I pull her by her hair and she releases my cock from her mouth with a pop.

Not breaking eye contact with me she says, “Yes, yes, Jet I’m ready.” She keeps looking at me as she speaks and I just know what that look means. I’m clueless about women and emotions and how to read them, in general. But when it comes to fucking and what they want, I can read every little sigh, whimper, moan or look and I know exactly what Lara’s look means right now. It’s not really my thing, it triggers too many memories of what happened to my mum, but I don’t mind obliging her just a little bit.