“I need you.” I take her mouth again and grab her legs. She lets go of my cock and lifts her hips, pulling her dress up. I rip her panties off.
“Fuck,” she hisses, leaning into me. I thrust inside her fast and hard, pushing her back until she leans against the mirror. My eyes watch my pierced cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy.
“Rub your clit, baby,” I grunt.
She reaches down and roughly rubs on it as I feel her start to pulse. Someone bangs on the door, but I’m fucking coming, losing myself inside her magical, wet cunt that makes all my demons go away.
“Fuck, Gia,” I rumble, pounding into her. Our bodies slap together as she shouts my name. Her juices run down my balls, and my stomach muscles tighten as she arches her back and comes.
I watch her die a little, then come undone, as I jerk into her in deep, hard thrusts.
“Jesus Christ.” I look at her. She’s spread out for me. I need to go. Someone’s banging on the door again, but all I want to do is turn her around and fuck her ass, be in every single hole I can.
“Rhys.” She touches my lips. “You have to go.” I blink at her as the world comes in loud.
“Granger, you need to go now, man,” Rafe yells. I pull out and cup her face.
“You stay where I can see you.” It’s irrational, but I can’t shake it. She nods as I grab a paper towel to clean her up.
“I’m fine. Besides my underwear. Rhys.” She dips down to grab the torn material and tosses it in the garbage. I back up and almost shove my wet cock in her mouth. She must know because she reaches over and gives it a quick suck before standing.
I grin and pull up my jeans. Grabbing her hand, I open the door. Rafe stands, arms crossed like a fucking disappointed parent.
“Watch her.” I walk around him, ignoring everyone who is staring. By the sounds of things, Nuke and Cash are already on the stage.
“Oh my God.” She almost bumps into my back. “Sebastian, turn the camera off,” she says as we start to walk. Ace is screaming for everyone to clear. Dallas hands me a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. I look over at the camera and grab Gia’s chin.
“You stay here. I’ll be right back.” I lower my head and grin at her. “I like you a lot.”
She looks out at the crowd, the numerous fans who love us. Amid the deafening noise, she looks back at me and stands on her toes. “I like you more. Go. They’re waiting for you.”
I look out at the enormous arena and grab her hand, placing it on my hard cock.
“Oh my God.” She looks at Sebastian who, like the dick he is, happens to be right there as she takes her hand away.
“I’ll be back.” I kiss her, then walk up the stairs. BT waits next to the entrance with my IEM, which I put in my ear. Lifting my hand, I walk out into the lights.
GIA
Present – Twenty-five years old
London, England
As Rhys takes the stage, the crowd goes into a frenzy and my arms get goose bumps. He’s awe-inspiring. When he lifts his arms, the crowd comes alive—like a fire that’s found dry brush, it ignites into an inferno.
They all rise and chant, “Rock God, Rock God,” their shouts echoing around the venue.
“Hello, motherfucking London,” he yells, and I jump at the response. It’s wild and strangely intimate. No wonder his cock gets hard. Merely watching him makes me wet.
I reach for the camera in my bag, wanting to let it describe what I feel as I see him. But for the first time, I lower it and simply watch. People stand smashed together, singing and crying because Rhys has smiled and said hello.
“They worship him.” Sebastian stands next to me. He lowers the large camera from his shoulder.
“Jesus, you scared me. And fuck you for filming me.” I turn back to watch Rhys perform, the crowd a sea of lighters and phones.
“Do you?”
“What?” I yell, looking at him. Something is wrong, and suddenly I don’t want him near me. For the first time ever, I’m terrified at what Sebastian is about to tell me.
“Do you worship this prick?”
“What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He grabs my arm and pulls me to the far corner. “Gia. What the fuck are you doing? You, out of everybody, can’t possibly think he’s the one for you.”
“Don’t you dare. I told you I didn’t want to do this. You fucking begged me, basically bribed me with our friendship. So back off, Sebastian. This doesn’t concern you.” My head is throbbing. Sebastian wouldn’t act like this if something wasn’t wrong and he believed I needed his help.