Alluring Turmoil (4 page)

A new song comes on and I immediately freeze.

As I freeze, Mr. Touchy Feely drops his hands from where they’ve been squeezing my ass. Bayou Stix’s new number one song is playing. I can clearly hear Jude’s gravelly, sexy voice singing the lyrics and the beat is amazing, but I can’t dance to this. Not in public. I start to panic.

My dance partner looks at me with confusion and tries to grab my hips to pull me back into him, but I shake my head and turn away from him. I leave him standing in the middle of the dance floor with a perplexed expression on his face, as I quickly navigate through the throng of people. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I have to get away.

It’s not that I don’t like the song. It’s not that I don’t like Bayou Stix. In fact, I secretly know all of their songs and have all of their albums. But it’s
my
secret. As far as anyone else knows, even Erik, I don’t listen to rock music.

Bayou Stix is the number one band in the country for a reason. They’re amazing, but I can’t say that. I can’t get into that. I can’t allow myself to go there. It hurts too much. It’s more than I can handle.

Finally I see a break in the crowd and my only thought is to get to the bathroom, away from the music, away from the song, and away from Jude’s voice.

I reach the edge of the dance floor and the bathroom door is in view. I just need a moment to get myself together.

Right as I start to take off, I trip over an empty beer bottle on the floor. My platforms make me lose my balance and I’m going down.

I panic and try to catch myself. Right before I hit the floor, I’m caught. I’m captured in strong arms, strong tattooed arms. An electric current starts at the base of my neck and travels throughout my body as I fearfully lift my head from the black clad chest and look up… straight into hazel eyes.

I gasp.

“Hello, Lex.”

Jude

I’ve been watching her. I came with the brunette from Java and Sweeties, but since
she
walked in the door, I cannot take my eyes off of
her
.

The brunette has tried everything to capture and keep my attention. She’s pretty fun, a nice way to pass the time, or she was until
she
walked in. She went from sucking on my ear and kissing my neck to rubbing her too large, obviously fake breasts all over me. When that didn’t work, she sat on my lap and stuck her tongue in my mouth, while grinding against my crotch. I kissed her and it was decent, but she tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, and suddenly all I had a craving for was mint.

She’s hot, I’ll give her that. But she’s a groupie. No different from all the other groupies I’ve been with over the years.

She pulls me to the back corner of the hallway and starts kissing me aggressively while rubbing my dick through my pants. I’m getting turned on; but then again, a hot chick is massaging my dick. I decide to go with it and box her in, slamming her back against the wall.

After all, this is what she wants. Taking her leg and pulling it over my hip, I push her short skirt up. I slip my hands between her thighs and feel her wetness. She’s completely turned on, dripping wet. Pulling the edge of her satin panties to the side, I immediately slam my fingers into her. I’m being rough, but this is just fucking. Mindless fucking, so she gets no gentleness from me. As I’m ramming three fingers into her wet pussy, I’m biting her lip and she loves it.

This is what I do. We’re in a bar and a chick I don’t know is moaning my name as I finger fuck her roughly against a dirty wall near a bathroom.

Finally, I feel her pussy walls contract and my hand gets drenched as she cums. She digs her nails into my neck and loudly moans my name, as I pull my fingers out.

My dick is rock hard, but all I want to do is walk away. Groupies are hard to get a feel for and I don’t want this chick thinking this is more than me giving her what she wants. A quick meaningless romp, a piece of Jude Delecroix, the rock star.

She gives me a satisfied smile and grabs my dick through my jeans again. As she drops to her knees and undoes my belt buckle, I take a look towards the dance floor.

There
she
is.

I can plainly see her and some guy has his hands all over her ass. He’s caressing her body and she’s got her arms raised behind her grabbing onto his neck. Her eyes are closed and she’s so sensual. So fucking hot. I see red.

I look back at the brunette as she lifts me out and licks her lips while taking in the full view of my large, rigid cock. She raises her head and stares at me as she takes me into her mouth. She’s obviously an old pro at this and she gets all nine and a half inches in until I’m at the back of her throat.

I close my eyes, and suddenly all I can see are golden brown eyes staring up at me, while a naturally red mouth is wrapped around my cock. I grab her head and face-fuck her brutally while I imagine a different face in my mind.

I’m rough. I can’t help it, nor do I really care. I’m slamming into her mouth, my balls are slapping her in the face, and she’s gagging. Saliva is running out of her mouth and her eyes are watering. She’s moaning and sending vibrations all through my throbbing cock. She loves it. She grabs the base of my cock and bobs her face up and down as I slam into her mouth, thrusting until my cock is in her throat.

I groan and tighten up, grab her hair, and hold her head in place. Without giving her warning, I explode in her mouth, shooting my essence down the back of her throat. She swallows my cum and I pull out and tuck my slowly softening cock back into my jeans.

She stands up, straightens her clothes, and tries to kiss my mouth, but I turn my head and move away.

She frowns, wiping the sides of her mouth, and says, “Are you going to call me?”

I look over her shoulder, towards the dance floor and spot red hair. “No.”

She shrugs her shoulders, smiles at me, and turns and walks away calling over her shoulder, “Ok. Thanks for the orgasm. Guess you really are an asshole.” She winks and disappears onto the dance floor.

I mutter as I walk towards the dance floor, with my eyes locked on Lexi, “Baby, you have no idea.”

I can tell she’s drunk, and she has no idea I’m here.

My voice comes over the speakers and I see her freeze. She untangles herself from the douche she’s dancing with and starts to scramble as a range of emotions race across her face.

She’s panicked. How interesting.

This is my chance, she’s bolting and it’s the perfect opportunity to get some answers.

She pushes people out of her way as she tries desperately to get away from the dance floor… away from
my
song.

I stand at the edge of the dance floor and just wait for her to notice me.

Right as she breaks free, she trips over an errant beer bottle. She’s falling; I instinctually reach out and grab her. She’s in my arms, again.

I know the instant she realizes it’s me. Her body goes rigid, and she looks up. Her wide amber eyes meet mine and with a crooked grin, I say, “Hello, Lex.”

Lexi

O
h my God. I am royally fucked! Why does he have to be so damn beautiful? It’s cool, Lexi. It’s totally cool. Just act nonchalant. It’s nothing. You fell. He caught you. No biggie. Now act like an adult and get the hell out of his arms. But oh my God, they feel so good! He feels so good. He’s so ripped. And how can he smell so fucking good? We’re in a smoke filled bar.

My internal dialogue is making my alcohol dulled brain hurt. Yet, I’m still in his arms and he’s still just looking at me with that cocky smirk.

It pisses me off and I jerk out of his arms, forgetting I’m drunk and that drunk and three inch platforms are not a good combination. I lose my balance and this time he lets me fall.

I land on my ass on the dirty bar room floor, and glare up at him.

He gives me a smug look, tries unsuccessfully to cover a laugh, and holds his hand out. “Need a hand there, princess?”

Stumbling to my feet, I slap his hand away. “Fuck you, Delecroix!”

“As I recall, you’ve been there, done that! A lot more than once. All over and in every way imaginable. You still have the t-shirt?” he says as he loses the laugh and his eyes harden.

I raise my brows as I try to calm my racing heart and see through the haze of rage his words create. “And as I recall, those shirts aren’t too hard to come by, so no, I threw it out with the trash a long time ago!”

His jaw snaps shut and I can see him grinding his teeth as we just glare at each other, both of us refusing to be the first one to break eye contact.

I’m so enraged and hurt that I’m suddenly sober. I try desperately to hold back my tears. I will not cry over this asshole again. I will not do it!

Warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and I immediately melt into the solid chest at my back. He’s sweaty and out of breath and I can feel the tension in his body, but his presence helps me relax a bit, though my pulse is still racing.

Staring daggers at Jude, Erik asks over my shoulder, “Everything ok here?” Then he pulls my chin up and looks down at me, straight into my eyes. “You ok, love?”

I see Jude staring at us both from the corner of my eyes. I can see his hands. He’s clenching and unclenching his fists. “Yeah E, I’m good. Nothing to worry about here.” I pull him down and gently kiss his cheek.

Jude glares at us both and grinds his teeth so hard I wonder how he doesn’t break a molar. “Still protecting the fragile princess from the big bad wolf I see, Erik,” he growls.

Erik looks away from me and glances at Jude, clearly dismissing him as insignificant. “No, she doesn’t need me to protect her. Not from the likes of you.” He growls back. “What are you doing here, Delecroix?” The tension is so thick between the three of us, you can almost see the air stilling.

At that moment Bradi and Micah appear. Both are drunk and Bradi is having trouble standing up straight. She’s so drunk she doesn’t notice the tension around us. She looks at Jude with lust in her eyes. “So sexy rock star Sex God, I hear you used to rock my best friend’s world. That true?”

Jude raises an eyebrow and looks from her to me. “I have no idea, sexy.” He smirks and runs his eyes over her body, lingering on her breasts and hips. “I guess your ‘best friend’ over there would have to answer that. But I wouldn’t mind rocking your world. What do you say?”

Micah pulls her closer and growls threateningly at Jude. His words enrage me, and suddenly I’m filled with blinding jealousy. How dare he talk to a woman like that in front of me!? How dare he talk to Bradi like that in front of me? How dare he ignore me and ogle another woman’s body when I’m standing right here?

Without conscious thought I lunge out of Erik’s arms and fly at Jude. I punch him square in the face taking him by surprise, before trying to claw his eyes out.

After the first hit, he steps back and with a sneer grabs my hands and holds both of them in one of his own over my head. I notice with some satisfaction, that I’ve managed to bust his lip and blood is starting to trickle down his chin.

Erik grabs me and pulls me back, shoving Jude at the same time. He shoves so hard Jude has to take a step back to keep from falling.

I scream into Jude’s face, “I hate you. I fucking hate you! Why are you here? Go the fuck away. You’re disgusting and I fucking cannot stand to be near you!” By now, tears are running down my face and my entire body is shaking.

A scantily clad brunette walks up and drapes her arms around Jude, licking the blood off of his mouth and starts to pull him away. “Well I don’t hate you, lover. How about you come home with me and give me a few more orgasms? I want that big dick back in my mouth and in my pussy.” Her hand trails familiarly down the front of his jeans.

He gives me one last look, wraps his arm around her waist, leans down to kiss her mouth, and he turns to leave with the brunette.

I watch them walk away with shock and horror on my face. All the blood drains from my head and I no longer have the strength to hold myself up. Just as my knees are giving out, strong arms lift me up and cradle me to a hard chest. Erik kisses the top of my head over and over, and walks towards the door murmuring to me the entire time.