Pure Iron (36 page)

The door closed quietly behind him.

Mick unfastened the front clasp of Sonia’s bra to free her breasts from their lacy prison. She reached back to twine her hands in his hair. The stretch was enough to raise her off his lap for the few seconds necessary to unfasten his jeans and shove them down. She came back down to his lap and purred at the feel of his hot erection pressing against her skin. He pushed her shorts and panties over her hips and down her thighs. She helped to kick them off. He reached between her thighs, which fell open to invite his touch, and touch her he did. Her inner thighs quivered beneath his fingertips. Her sex dripped warm honey. With a groan he dipped a finger into her pussy. Her body closed around him, tried to suck him in more deeply. He pushed his fingers in and out and she moaned her pleasure. He added a second finger, then a third after a minute.

A few strokes later she convulsed as pleasure swamped her senses. Her body released a hot gush of honey. Mick shifted his hands to her hips to raise and lower her over his cock before the orgasm had faded. She mewled loudly as he filled her and bounced her on his lap a few times before spreading her thighs so he could play with her clit while he thrust up into her body. She cried out and braced her hands on his thighs.

“Put your hands behind my head,” he commanded.

She obeyed. He reached up to fondle her breasts as he continued to pump into her until she climaxed again. But he hadn’t finished. While she trembled and panted, he removed her shirt and bra and flung them aside. Then he lifted her off him and rolled her beneath his body. He wedged himself between her open thighs and plunged back into her body.

“We’re going to find out how many times you can orgasm in a night,” he growled as he drove in and out of her body.

She could only make incoherent sounds of assent and excitement. He reached down and unerringly found her clit. With thumb and forefinger, he pinched the tiny nub and catapulted her into a third climax.

Sonia felt utterly boneless while Mick carried her into the bedroom. He finished stripping off his clothes and then crawled back over her body. His hands roamed every inch of her bare skin, followed by his mouth. He tasted every part of her, spending extra time lapping up her musky juices and driving her wild with needy pleasure. With hands and mouth, he drove her into climax twice more before again sinking his cock into her.

“Nothing has ever felt so good, so right,” he murmured into her ear as he eased in and out of her slick passage. He lightly touched the puckered skin of her anus and she tried to tense up, but the multiple orgasms had robbed her body of such control. Instead she could only lie there he introduced her to new sensations that brought a small burn of pain with intense pleasure. With one finger buried to the knuckle in her anus as his hips rocked against her and filled her pussy, Sonia soared into another orgasm.

That time, his fraying control dissolved and he emptied himself inside her.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he whispered to her as she lay in a near stupor of residual pleasure. She whimpered as he withdrew his softening dick from her body. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands and wet a washcloth. The washcloth he brought out to wipe her clean. She sighed under his gentle ministrations and closed her eyes.

“We’re not finished, sweetheart,” he murmured with wicked intent.

Her eyes flew open and she watched him as he lowered his mouth to her sex to inexorably drive her up, up, up until she wailed helplessly as he drew yet another orgasm from her oversensitive flesh. Before she’d come down from that one, he used his tongue and fingers to send her over the edge again.

And twice more.

By then his cock had recovered and he again sought home within her body. The long lasting erection ensured more endurance as he fucked her mouth, her breasts, and her pussy. The second time he ejaculated and she had orgasmed four more times, he aimed the jets of spunk over her belly and breasts and took savage satisfaction in marking her like that.

“No more,” she begged weakly. “I can’t.”

Mick smiled at her and snuggled beside her. “You’ve got one more left inside you,” He said as he lightly, gently stroked the swollen labia. He leaned over to kiss her, a long, deep, drugging kiss no less intimate than his cock’s plunge into her body. He stroked his tongue in her mouth even as his finger pushed through the swollen labia and into her passage to find her g-spot. Light rubbing against that spot combined with his kiss had her body spasming in a final orgasm.

Gentling the kisses, he whispered against her swollen lips, “See?”

“I’m going to get you back for that,” she muttered.

“I can only hope,” he replied, his voice throaty. He threw a leg over her and pulled up the covers. “Now go to sleep, sweetheart. Because I’m going to fuck you blind when we wake up.”

The tour bus was more luxurious than she expected. After nearly a week of preparation involving packing, running errands, cleaning, phone calls, final concerts, and three teleconferences with Jay, Sonia found herself on a large, commercial bus outfitted as a home on the road for the months they would be traveling along America’s highways. Jay had come to deliver last-minute instructions and warnings and an administrative manager to keep everyone in line.

“This is Candace Gordon,” Jay introduced the woman who looked to be in her late twenties.

The woman smiled tightly, not exposing any teeth, as she gave each band member a brisk handshake as Jay introduced them.

“I’ve warned her that you’re all hound dogs,” Jay said. “Well, except for you, Mick. You’re reformed.”

“Married,” he corrected dryly.

“Married. Whatever. Anyway, keep your damned hands off her. She’s not yours, she’s mine.”

Candace’s eyebrows rose to her hairline at the blatant claim.

Jack snorted with disbelief and said, “Jay, there is no way in hell this woman is yours.”

“Candace is
my
colleague,” Jay said obdurately, his tone unyielding as steel. “She is a professional and you’ll treat her with courtesy and respect. If I so much as hear a whisper of improper conduct toward her, I’ll burn your contract.”

Davis’ eyes widened with surprise. Jay had never shown such a protective attitude over any of the other managers who had traveled with them before. Of course, the other managers had all been male.

“We’ll be nice,” he promised on behalf of all of them.

Jack shot him a disgusted glare. There was no way Jay would drop them as a client; he made too much money off his commissions to drop them.

“I’m well aware of your reputations, gentlemen,” Candace said, her voice smooth and well-modulated. Her expression was both serene and forbidding.

Angelo watched her closely and felt something in him whisper,
She’s the one.
He glanced over at Sonia, who watched the whole tableau with an amused little smirk. She stepped forward, stuck out her hand, and said, “Hi, I’m Sonia, Mick’s wife.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Candace replied politely, eyeing the gorgeous Italian who was the only man among the bunch who didn’t tower over her. She disliked men who loomed; Angelo’s height, just a few inches over hers, felt comfortable.

Sonia watched the other woman’s subtle scrutiny and smiled to herself.

“I think we’re going to be good friends, Candace,” she said. “We women have to stick together against these brutes.”

Candace gave her another smile, that one a bit warmer. “What is it you’ll be doing on the tour?” she asked.

“While we’re in the states, I’ll be the band’s chef,” Sonia replied and hoped that the other woman didn’t get the notion that she would be a fuck toy shared among the band members.

“Sonia’s a phenomenal cook,” Angelo complimented her warmly.

“And when we head off for Europe?” Candace prompted.

“I get a very interesting vacation. When we return, it’ll be my turn to pursue professional goals.”

Candace’s polite smile thinned. The younger woman looked happy and appeared to be well grounded, but time would tell whether the rock star had married an empty-headed groupie. “Goals?” she asked with empty interest.

“I want to open up my own restaurant. Jay promised to help us find a place for that and for place to move can call home.”

Candace let out a short laugh and said, “So you’re the ones for whom Jay has had me contacting realtors. I should have known.”

“Let’s roll, folks!” Jay called out.

Obediently, the band members, Sonia, and Candace trooped into the bus and found places to sit and read, talk, play video games, or otherwise entertain themselves. Mick propelled Sonia to the back of the bus which had been converted into a room outfitted with a queen size bed.

“Looks like we’re sharing the bunks,” Kris commented dryly to Jack.

“Where is she going to sleep?” he wondered, jerking his chin at their tour manager.

“I’ll take a sofa,” Davis volunteered with a shrug. “Those bunks are cramped.”

“And the sofa isn’t?” Angelo asked.

“Oh, I couldn’t put you out of your bed!” Candace protested.

“It’s either that or you sleep with one of us,” Davis said. “I don’t think Mick and Sonia are going to let you sleep with them.”

A giggle filtered through the door above the noise of the engine and the road. Candace blushed.

“Er … no, I wouldn’t impose upon them.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Jack promised her, eyes heating with lust.

“Not with you I won’t,” she replied primly.

“Take the bunk. Or you can sleep in the equipment truck.”

Candace bowed to the inevitable and thanked Davis for relinquishing the narrow bunk that was probably too short for his tall frame anyway. Only then did it hit her that she’d be sleeping in the same compartment as Angelo. Fantasies sparked in her mind and she blushed again.

“One wrong move and I’ll bust his chops,” she muttered to herself.

Sonia overheard and patted her arm. “Angelo’s a nice guy.”

“I’m sure you think they’re all nice guys.”

Sonia chuckled and said, “No, they’re not. Jack and Kris are definitely not nice. Davis is great. He’s like an anchor for this group; he keeps everyone grounded and on an even keel.”

Candace raised an eyebrow at the mixed metaphors, but said nothing. She merely nodded her understanding. However, she did comment, “Don’t try to make out Angelo DiMarco as a choir boy.”

“Oh, no, he’s no angel, that’s for sure,” Sonia giggled, then whispered, “But he’s not hardened like the others. He can still be redeemed.”

“Is that what you did with Mick? Redeemed him?”

Sonia’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline and her mouth opened in a silent “O” of surprise. She closed her mouth and mulled over the question for a moment. Then she answered slowly, “No, I don’t think I redeemed him, but maybe I prevented him from going over the brink and descending into total depravity.”

Lurking behind the two women, Mick tapped his wife on the shoulder and said, “Yeah, Sonia, you saved me.” He looked at Candace and his gaze hardened. “I’ll say this once: If any of us catches you selling the life and times of touring with Iron Falcon, I’ll see that you are ruined.”

“Mick!” Sonia gasped.

But Candace nodded, her mouth again taking on that tight smile. “He’s got a legitimate worry. Three years ago, a tour manager did just that.” She looked Mick straight in the eye. “I’m here to manage the tour, not to sell photos or gossip.”

He nodded, his expression cold and stern. Sonia had never seen such hostility.

“Then we understand each other,” he said quietly.

“We do,” Candace replied with a curt nod. “And you make sure that none of you molests me, or I’ll have Mr. Grabby Fingers arrested so quickly, it’ll make your head spin.”

“I’ll talk with the guys,” Mick promised. “You’re off limits. They won’t touch, but I can’t guarantee their language.”

Candace’s laugh was bitter and she said, “I’ve worked around bands for half my life. I know what language to expect and it’ll roll off my back. But no touching.” She tilted her head and added with a dangerous little smile, “I can back that up. I’m a second degree black belt in karate.”

“Cool,” Mick said, unperturbed by her profession of self-defense expertise. “Angelo trained in karate for a few years when he was a kid. He’ll probably be glad to brush up on his skills if you agree to spar with him.” He shrugged. “I’m a simple street brawler myself.” He grinned—or, rather, bared his teeth—at her and added, “I’ve got power, but no finesse. I save finesse for other activities.”

Sonia’s cheeks flamed as his hand slid from her shoulder to her butt and he gave her a light squeeze, leaving her in no doubt as to what activities he meant.

The bus jolted over some uneven pavement and everyone who was standing swayed and grabbed onto something to prevent falling. Sonia stumbled backward into Mick’s embrace, which he used as a convenient excuse to haul her to the back of the bus. Candace tumbled into Angelo’s lap. His arms locked around her and he said, “I’ve got you.”

She immediately stiffened. “Let go of me, please.”

Angelo frowned slightly, hearing the thread of panic in her voice. “It’s all right,” he said gently as he released her. “You didn’t crush me.”

Candace closed her eyes and swallowed and took a few deep breaths. Regaining her composure, she turned around to look at him as she scooted off his lap to sit beside him. Angelo looked at her, taking in her pale complexion and the rapid pulse fluttering at her throat and generally stiff posture. His lips pressed together in a thin line. He had sisters. He recognized a woman’s fear when he saw it.

“Hey,” he said quietly, wanting to lay a gentle hand on her leg, but not daring. “I won’t hurt you.” He gave her a soft smile and added, “My mamma would kill me if I hurt a woman, and then my dad would resurrect me just so he could beat the hell out of me before killing me a second time.”

The tour manager responded with a small smile that acknowledged his attempt to put her at ease. “Thanks, Angelo. I’ll get over it.”

“Trust me,” he wanted to say. But he recognized that this was a woman who trusted no man. He would proceed cautiously, slowly, and every so gently. He glanced at Jack and Davis who had also recognized her distress.

The hiss of escaping carbonation broke the uneasy quiet as Jack popped the tab on a can of Coca-Cola. “Anybody want some?” he asked.

“I’ll take one,” Davis replied.

Jack reached into the refrigerator and tossed him a can.

“Angelo? Candace?”

“None for me, thanks. It’s a bit early to be guzzling soda,” Angelo replied.

“No, thank you,” Candace replied politely. She reached for her large purse and dug inside it.

“Looking for treasure?” Jack asked.

“Yes,” she replied and pulled out a paperback novel.

Davis glance at the cover and grinned. “You read Vince Flynn? Cool. Have you read the Jack Reacher books?”

She smiled at him, grateful for the innocuous topic of conversation. “I’ve got them all,” she replied. “And I’ve read a lot of Tom Clancy’s stuff, too.”

The conversation flowed easily on the topic as the tour manager and the four band members discussed favorite genres and authors. Candace’s bearing relaxed and she thought that maybe, just maybe, this tour might not be so awful after all.

Over the next several hours the bus was filled with conversation and impromptu rehearsals. Emerging flushed and disheveled from the bedroom at the back of the bus, Sonia curled up on an available seat and pulled out her e-reader. Mick worked on his latest song with the others assisting in fine tuning the music and writing lyrics. Soon they added other instruments and Jack’s velvet voice.

Having observed the creative process with other groups, Candace watched them with concealed interest and thought to herself that this band really worked together. Most groups had one or two leaders who composed. A few did not even compose, they played and sang tunes written by others. She decided there was something to admire about Iron Falcon.

The bus rolled into a travel plaza, pulling to a halt with a groan and prolonged squeal of breaks.

“That didn’t sound good,” Angelo muttered as he rose and walked toward the front of the bus. He knocked on the partition separating the driver from the passengers, rather like separating the cockpit in a commercial aircraft from the passengers.

“Hey, Dennis,” he called. “Is there something up with the bus?”

“Seems to be, Mr. DiMarco,” the driver replied, his voice muffled. “I’m calling for service.”

“We might as well head off and get some lunch,” Jack said. “There’s nothing we can do here.”

Since none of them was even remotely qualified to serve as a bus mechanic, they decided to get a late lunch. “Do you want anything, Dennis?” Angelo asked. The driver placed his order and Angelo promised to do his best to fill it.

Travelers and truck drivers watched them curiously as they descended from the bus and walked to the commercial center which contained three fast food restaurants, a common seating area, a modest convenience store, and a refueling station. Sonia and Candace headed straight for the public restroom. Some of the onlookers recognized them and approached to ask for autographs. With smiling grace, the band members complied.

While the two women washed their hands and Candace freshened her makeup, a small group of teenaged girls entered the restroom. Giggling and squealing, they talked about the
absolutely luscious
rock stars who had made a surprise stop and wouldn’t they give
anything
to go to bed with one of them.

“That Jack is just
dreamy
,” one of the girls giggled and sighed.

“Didn’t you notice Mick?” another girl demanded with a shudder of imagined pleasure. “He’s so … so …
masculine
. I’ll bet he fucks like an
animal
!”