The Prince of Punk Rock (55 page)

“Why are
you awake?” he whispered, checking to see if Angel was asleep.
 
“Is something wrong?”

“No. I
was just thinking about how much I love you and Angel.”

His hand
traced the profile of her face and his lips went to her neck. She exhaled a
long, deep breath and dissolved under his touch. His mouth, on her breast, caused
her to sigh loudly.
 
Tommy glanced at
Angel, still deep in slumber.

“Aren’t
you going to wake him?” she asked.

Tommy
kissed Angel, but he didn’t respond.

“How
could he possibly sleep through one of your amazing kisses?”

“He took
his sleep medication.”
 
But Tommy was
persistent.
 
He sucked at Angel’s neck
and rubbed his nipples, but was only greeted by a short, inaudible mumble.

“Let me
try.”
 
Why should Tommy be the only one
allowed to fondle Angel in his sleep?

Tommy
laughed.
 
“Go ahead.
 
Suck his dick.
 
I want to see his face when he wakes up and
sees you’re the one giving him head, and not me.”

The
opportunity was probably the last in her bag of tricks.
 
She was starting to realize her efforts of
getting Angel interested in her sexually were hopeless, and she was tired of
the rejection.
 
She pulled the thin sheet
from Angel’s waist and stretched the band of his briefs down below his
crotch.
 
“He’s already hard.”

“He
always gets a hard-on in his sleep.
 
He’s
the one who starts our late night antics.
 
Too bad he’s too out of it most of the time to remember it in the
morning.”

Maybe
Angel would be too groggy to realize who was getting him off, and he would
enjoy it long enough to reach an orgasm.
 
She took Angel’s cock in her hand – both hands.
 
He was a monster in the middle of the night.
She didn’t realize that she was staring at Angel’s erection in her hand until
Tommy began to coax her.

“Jerk him
off a little. Then lick it under the tip, all the way down to his balls.
 
He likes that.”

It was
strangely erotic to hear Tommy tell her how to suck another man’s dick.
 
She did as she was told, tasting Angel’s
scent, and moaning as she put him all the way in her mouth – as much as would
fit, anyway.
 
He moaned a little, but he
still didn’t wake.
 
Tommy was giving her
direction, but she wasn’t listening to him.
 
She was engrossed in the idea that she was giving Angel a blow job.
 
Angel’s cock was in her mouth – that’s all
she could think about.
 
She was
pleasuring him, and he was enjoying it.
 
It didn’t matter that he was asleep.
 
She began to moan as her mouth and her tongue got acquainted with the
unattainable man who occupied her bed every night.
 
She cupped his sac in her hand and gently
massaged it.
 
She grabbed a small bottle
of lube that was on the dresser, lathered up her middle finger and slid it down
between Angel’s cheeks.
 
His butt hole
was really tight, but the tip of her finger slowly found its way inside,
meanwhile, Tommy was busy nursing Angel’s nipples.
 
Once her finger was all the way inside, Angel
slowly started to regain consciousness.
 
He grunted and groaned, lifted his hips toward her mouth and opened up
his bottom.
 
As she sucked him, she
inserted a second finger, which made him spring to life.
 
He grabbed Tommy by the back of the hair and
kissed him.
 
He suddenly seemed confused
about how Tommy’s mouth could be in two places at once, and practically jumped
off the bed.
 
Her fingers slipped out of
his bottom so quickly that they were still held out in front of her, wondering
what happened to the warm glove of Angel’s body.
 
She looked up at him with a sheepish grin.

“What the
hell are you doing?”
 
His tone was a
mixture of surprise and shock.

Thank God
Tommy answered, because she was too scared to speak.
 
“We were trying to wake you up. I guess it
worked.”

“You’re
damn right it worked.
 
Jessi, please keep
your fingers the fuck out of my ass and your mouth off my dick.
 
Those are strictly off limits.”

Even
though he said it with a smile and hint of laughter, she knew he was
serious.
 
He didn’t want her between his
legs.
 
He liked to make out with her, and
not just after Tommy came in her mouth.
 
He often told her that she tasted like cinnamon and that kissing her
made him hungry.
 
He kissed her out of
affection and from passion.
 
Anything
else was obviously a turn off, evidenced by the way he practically crawled up
the headboard when he realized that she was the one sucking his cock.
 
She was embarrassed, and slinked to her side
of the bed.

She was
through trying to get Angel to sleep with her.
 
She was done trying to make
Angel fall
in love with her.  He loved her.  He didn’t need to be
in love
with her.  Tommy was the only one that mattered anyway, but the tears that
stung her eyes, and the pain in her chest, told her differently.

“Get over
here.” Angel grabbed her arm and pulled her next to him.
 
He kissed her, deep with affection.
 
“You know, you’re
really good
.”
 
He gave her a charming smile that could win
over the hardened of hearts.
 
“Not as
good as Tommy, but good.”
 
He put her
hand on his still hard erection.
 
“Go
ahead.
 
Finish.”

She
stared at him with surprise, but quickly moved her mouth down to his cock.
 
She sucked it the way Tommy told her Angel
liked it, only more enthusiastically.
 
Meanwhile, Tommy sucked at Angel’s nipples, then his neck, then claimed
his lips.

Angel
began to moan.
 
She recognized it as the
same moan he let out before he came when he made love to Tommy.
 
She sucked him harder and slipped one of her
slicked fingers into his ass and massaged the same spot that drove Tommy
crazy.
 
Angel jerked and an abundance of
hot liquid filled her mouth, choking her and making her gag.
 
Tommy grabbed her by the back of the hair and
pulled her off Angel.
 
He ravenously
sucked Angel’s cum from her mouth and licked her lips.

She knew
the only reason Angel let her blow him was because he felt bad that he hurt her
feelings, and that he was fantasizing it was Tommy between his legs the whole
time.
 
It didn’t matter because this
would be the last time Jessi ever touched him.

Chapter Forty-Five

Jessi’s
new workroom was on the second floor and faced the lush garden in the back of
the house.
 
Two work tables afforded her
ample space to cut fabric, instead of sprawling it out on the floor like she
used to do in the old house.

The label
hired her to design new merchandise for the band.
 
It meant her designs would be for sale in
high traffic retail outlets, but her name wasn’t on the label.
 
They were only paying her to create the new
logo.

She sat
at the work desk and went through her sketches.
 
She was happy with the final design that the band picked.
 
She liked the new logo.
 
The words Immoral Angel were stacked in a
bold font. Angel wings flanked either end and a black splotch of ink permeated
the background to make it gritty and dirty.

She was putting
the sketches away in her desk drawer when she heard the doorbell, followed by
voices coming from downstairs.
 
It was
Jimmy and . . . Kendall?
 
What the fuck
was
Kendall
doing in her house?
 
She abruptly pushed her chair back and
marched down the stairs. She followed the sound of voices into the kitchen and
found Jimmy and Kendall sitting at the breakfast bar with Angel and Tommy.
 
The heat of anger lit a fire in her
belly.
 
Kendall
was unwelcome in her home
.
  
Why
the fuck did Jimmy bring her here and why the fuck was Jimmy hooking up with
her
?
  
Jessi stepped between Tommy and Angel
creating a protective barrier and claiming possession of her men.

Jimmy
looked confused by her stance and she shot him a look that almost knocked him
off his chair.

“Well,
look who decided to join us,”
Kendall
drawled.
 
“I had these three gorgeous men
all to myself before you showed up and wrecked my good fortune.”

“Showed
up?
 
This is
my
house.”

“I’m just
kidding.
 
Don’t get all uppity.”

Jessi
didn’t answer.
 
She should have just
tossed Kendall out on her ass, but she was almost shocked into silence by
Kendall
’s sitting in her kitchen.
 
No one spoke.
 
Everyone was uncomfortable, except
Kendall
.
 
Nothing fazed her.

“Considering
I’m a guest in your new home, when do I get the grand tour?
 
Or at least a sample of some of the great
Angel Garcia cuisine I hear so much about.”

Angel
fidgeted, like he always did when she made him feel uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,
I wasn’t expecting company.
 
I’ll gladly
get you a drink, but I don’t have anything prepared and I really don’t have
time to start cooking.”

Jessi
wished he wasn’t always so damn polite.
 
She wasn’t going the let him serve
Kendall
a damn thing.
 
“You are
not
a
guest in this house. I want you to leave.”

“I was
expecting that.
 
You’re not exactly Miss
Congeniality.
 
Let me use your rest room
and them I outta here.”
 
Kendall
hopped off the stool and looked around, unsure of
which way to go to find the bathroom.

“That
way.” Jessi pointed toward the dining room. “Around the back of the
staircase.
 
And hurry up.”

As soon
as
Kendall
was out of site Jimmy
apologized.
 
“Look, I didn’t know you two
didn’t get along.
 
She told me you were
friends.
 
I’m sorry Jess.”

“Friends?
 
Aren’t you aware of the history we
share?
 
Maybe if you weren’t too busy
getting laid in the bathroom, you would’ve noticed.
 
She tried to steal a top from the merch table
when I first met her.
 
She ruined one of my
garments.
 
Tore it at the seams! She
leers at Tommy and you know she practically stalks Angel.
 
She’s obsessed with him.
 
That’s why she wanted to come here.” She
leaned forward with her hands on the counter.
 
“And,
really
, Jimmy?
 
You
can have your pick of any girl in the room, and you pick
Kendall
?
 
Lowering your standards these days?”