Saving Abel (Rocker Series) (20 page)

The boys spoke of their European tour, finalizing last-minute bookings across the continent. My life wasn’t that fucking fascinating. Cindy and I fell into an easy conversation as to what we were wearing for the rest of the festival. We lived a boring life compared to these guys. I tried my hardest to ignore Abel’s fingers tracing the words
I want to fuck you
on my back continuously. I had to laugh at how persistent he was. I couldn’t laugh at how turned on I was. He demanded my attention. He finger-fed me one of the most erotic meals of my life. He didn’t give a fuck who was watching or taking pictures. He made his intentions very clear for the world to see. To say this didn’t thrill me beyond words would be a lie. He insisted on hand-feeding me whenever we were together. His eyes fixed on my mouth as I took in every delicious morsel he fed me. Even so, he was interested in what Cindy and I we were talking about. I loved that. Most men wouldn’t give a shit about girl-talk. He was different. Cindy and I made a shopping lunch date at the mall. I needed some new things. I wanted to get some jaw-dropping outfits. Cindy and I had a real eye for that kind of stuff.

“Anything you want, Beauty, just ask,” Abel whispered, kissing my neck. My body erupted in goose bumps. A shiver ran down my spine, curling my toes. My nipples were in need of attention. Oh, God. Anyone could see how turned on I was. Looking around to pour another glass of beer, Ender’s lusty eyes zeroed in on my nipples.
Shit.
I excused myself, dragging Cindy to the four-stall bathroom.

“Where’s the fire, chick-clit?” Cindy asked, digging her lipstick from her jeans to apply.

“Ender’s being weird and creepy. I just don’t want a repeat. Nor do I want to point it out to Abel. I don’t want any drama tonight.” I borrowed her lipstick, refreshing mine.

“Ah, that’s just Ender. He’s a big flirt. He would never act on it.” She threw her head upside down, shaking out her hair. Wow, she really must like Woody.

“I’ve been so preoccupied with my own shit. How’s yours?” I asked, washing my hands. I was the worst best friend in history—so fucking selfish. I knew she didn’t take it personally considering who I was with.

“My shit’s good. Real good.” We both fell over laughing. Good times. No matter what. We never missed a beat. Our conversations picked up wherever we left off. We were lucky to have each other. I was especially lucky she still embraced me despite the multitude of secrets I was keeping. She knew some of them, but not all. We walked hand-in-hand out of the bathroom, laughing all the way back to the table.

And then I saw her: the gorgeous bimbo-twat from the night before who had wrapped herself around Abel like a rash. Instinctively, my fingers tightened, crushing Cindy’s.

“Ow!” She frowned, shaking out her hand.

“That’s the trashy model from last night.” I was seething. She had her arms around his neck and was getting right up in his face. Camera bulbs were flashing. We were pushed into the wall, as patrons hurried out of the bathrooms to catch sight of what was going on.

“She’s a fucking troll. That’s Morgana, his ex. That’s the fucking cunt who’s blackmailing him to get him back. Nice try, asshole.” Cin grabbed me by the arm, storming through the crowd of spectators.
Fuck
. My brain was swirling with thoughts of homicide. Bloody dismembering homicide. Her hands were massaging his biceps. Security was around them, partially blocking my view. I looked toward the table—and all conversation stopped. The whole group held one collective breath. We were bearing witness to intimate dialogue between two former lovers. They had history. That much was clear. It fucking gutted me. She knew him better than I did. Knew what he liked. Knew what he didn’t like. My fingers burned with energy as I seethed in anger. I started to feel real fucking punchy. My mind was concocting more scenarios between these two than I could keep up with. I had the need to hurt her. Disfigure her. It was insecure of me, and childish, but I couldn’t help it. Her presence reminded me I wasn’t part of his world. Didn’t grow up in his circle. I wasn’t cultured enough to be with him. I wasn’t a country-clubber. We were social mismatches. But as sure as I was standing there, I was not letting her have him, either. He was
mine.

A big-busted server was walking by with shots atop her tray. I reached over and grabbed two. “Heeeey!” she cried. “What the fuck?”

She looked at both of us. Damn, she had an annoying voice. I downed the first shot. Whatever the fuck it was, it was god-awful. Big-tits was standing there in complete horror, with her mouth gaping open. Did she think I was gonna give them back to her? Cindy was rubbing circles on my back. She knew how I insecure I was on any given day. This was just my past fucking with my head. The way this man made me feel—I couldn’t lose this. Not now. What would I do if he decided to be with her again?
Fuck
. I needed something quick to defuse my panic. My eyes zoomed in on the spot where she was touching Abel. Big-tits was still yapping about me having to pay for the shots.

“Chick, if you know what’s good for you, keep walking,” I said, downing the second shot and grabbing a chair for balance. Ew. Worst shots ever. She was still standing there with her hip extended until Cindy threw a twenty on to her tray.
Christ
.

“Pump your brakes, doll.” Cindy was worried I was gonna lose it. She was right. I needed to reel it in. I didn’t want to be perceived as a loose cannon. I had to handle this properly. I had to show Abel I was the right choice. If he was going to choose, I was going to make sure it was
me
he chose.

“Yep, just did. It’s all good, chick. I got this.” I threw my arm around her. I needed that little bit of libation to compose myself. I walked us up to the security surrounding Abel, and tapped one of the guards on the shoulder. He moved a smidge so I could wiggle through. I could hear what Abel was saying. He was facing away from me. But he was speaking in icy, malevolent tones—just the opposite of how he always spoke to me. His posture was stiff. I found a tiny little rainbow in that. Here went nothing: I walked over to him, putting my arm around his waist.

“Hey, babe. Problem?” I asked, looking up at him. His eyes turned down to my lips and he softened immediately.
Bingo
.

“Not at all. She was just leaving.” His tone chilled even me. Her astute eagle eyes caught my arm around him. With my other hand I was rubbing his thickly corded abs. I winked.
Mine
. Her face rinsed red with anger. Her fists balled. A repugnant smirk twisted her lips. All of this was unspoken girl-code for
Bring it.
Cindy had better give me some kind of medal for my stellar behavior, I was so proud of myself. Losing my mind would have been what the bitch wanted.
Fuck her scrawny ass
.

“And you are?” she asked snidely, eye-balling me. Abel’s answer would be interesting. Who was I, exactly, to him? I wanted to hear it for myself, so I looked to him, and then to her. I was ready to respond for him, but he beat me to it.

“She’s my Sub. My new Sub,” he answered, taking the wind out of her sails. She stepped back in horror, before stepping forward to touch him. He moved away. I wasn’t thrilled that he told her that I was his Sub, because I thought I was more than a private agreement. Why couldn’t he have just said I was his girlfriend? What was the difference between a submissive and girlfriend? My preference would’ve been for girlfriend. But I couldn’t afford to be picky at this point.

“She’s no Sub! Look at her. Please. She’ll never be able to make you happy, Abel. She can’t give you what I can give you—the control you crave,” she snarled, turning to me.

And then she let me have it. “You’ll never take my place, hon. Not in his bed. Not in his heart. And definitely not as his submissive. That’s for fuck sure. Enjoy it while it lasts. It won’t be long. That I can promise you.”

She turned away, storming off toward the back door. The crowd parted for the piranha as she made her way there. I won’t lie. Her declaration nearly stopped my heart. I was nauseous, even. Abel lifted my hand, kissing the top of it, his eyes glued to mine in a silent affirmation. His gesture was intended to comfort me—but it didn’t. Quite the opposite. That piranha bitch got to me. How could I possibly compete with his past? With her? He must have felt it in my stance. I was stiff. Long gone was the relaxed, vivacious party girl.

“I’m sorry. She’s a vengeful bitch who’s used to getting what she wants. She’s desperate. And it makes her look weak. I hate weak.” Well, thank fuck I hadn’t gone all Medusa. I had learned a quick, vital lesson. Less is more. I wasn’t entirely positive I’d be able to pull it off all the time. I’d try, though. I’d try anything, for him, for us.

“Let’s load in,” he yelled to the boys. Dave threw a few hundred dollar bills on the table and we were out. A few media trolls followed us out the door, hurling questions at warped speed. Where was Cindy? I couldn’t go back inside for her. She could’ve been ahead of me. I needed to make sure she wouldn’t get left behind. Christ, where was she?

“She’s with Dave.” Abel leaned down, speaking directly into my ear. His warm breath sent a thrill of excitement rolling through my body, causing me to tremble.
Holy fuck
. He chuckled at that. Right in the middle of this mass exodus, my pussy was clenching just from the sound of his voice. He had that effect on me. His sex appeal exuded all things
alpha
. His
alpha
had alpha. He was walking, talking, breathing, and living sex. I nearly tripped over a reporter who jumped out into our path. Abel pulled me closer to his side.

“Abel, is it true you’re getting back with Morgana after she threatened to expose your lifestyle choice? Can you confirm what lifestyle that is, please? What about the sex clubs?” The questions were intimate and personal.
Morgana. What kind of a fucking name is that, anyway? Where’d she come from—Middle Earth? Sex clubs?
The boys flanked his side like sentries, providing a human shield. Well. Well. Well. The stories were true. They really were a band of brothers. That notion warmed me just a little. I had always wanted to be part of something epic like this. Hell, I wanted just to belong. One thing I knew for certain: I wanted him to depend on me for comfort, not some other bitch. The crowd descended, snapping their photos for updated statuses on Facebook and Twitter.

“Jesus fuck, you squirrel-faced cunts.” Woody lowered his shoulder to barrel through the throng of paparazzi in our way. Blacked-out stretch SUV’s screeched to a halt in front of us. Someone grabbed my head, pushing me down and into the back of one of the vehicles. Chaos was the only word I had for it. Is this how they lived? They didn’t seem angry, just annoyed and inconvenienced. I slid across the seat to the window. Abel slid in next to me. Dave sat up front, riding shotgun. Woody, Cindy, Jake, and Ender got into the other vehicle.

I was in a trance, staring out the window at the hordes of photo-snapping onlookers. Their numbers seemed to have multiplied in fifteen minutes. This had turned into a three-ring circus quickly, I thought, shaking my head. Abel’s sigh caught my attention. I turned to him, lifting my chin in a spirited way. He pivoted towards me. My senses were assailed by his scent of beer, salt, and something wild. His eyes were dark and dilated. His thumb brushed against my lower lip.

“You okay?” he asked quietly. Was I okay? Hmm? I really wasn’t. This was a lot to take in. But I would never be so foolish as to act like I was anything other than perfectly okay with it. I assumed I’d get used to the paparazzi’s influence, as annoying as it was. It was fascinating. This was what I had wanted: to be a part of his world. The good, bad, and the ugly. I hadn’t fully realized the ugliness would include Morgana. Now, that was some ugly shit, there. I wasn’t even going to mention it to him. He certainly didn’t need another drama queen bitching him out.

“I’m great!” I said, pulling his head down for a kiss. He groaned. I grinned in triumph.

“Be careful, sweet girl.” His voice had a dark, foreboding edge. I shivered. “Come. You’re not in your proper seat, babe.” He pulled me onto his lap. I would be very happy to spend my life perched on his lap like this. Fire washed through my body. I nuzzled his neck, eliciting another groan.

“Look at me, Beauty,” he demanded, his voice tense. I turned to straddle him. We were eye-to-eye. I glanced over his shoulder to see if Dave was paying attention. Abel’s soft fingers held the back of my neck firm and steady. He didn’t want me paying heed to anyone else—no one but him. His eyes held me captive, sparking with raw power. I needed to win back some control here. This man ate up every ounce I had—or what little I thought I had. He reached over and closed the partition. His features were hard-cut, his erection formidable.

“Take your clothes off and hold on to the back seat.” He stretched his neck from left to right.
Motherfucker.
I stripped as quickly as possible. He opened a compartment next to the partition button and removed a set of handcuffs. A trickle of liquid heated the inside of my thighs. I assumed the position facing the back seat—but not before I could steal another peek of him. I needed to see him. He rolled his shoulders to loosen up, the vein in his neck pulsing. His abdominal muscles clenched, ready to pounce. He was all male. But there was something wild added to the mix, something I hadn’t yet experienced. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.

“You ready to be fucked?” he asked, his voice low and ominous. Was that a question? Of course I was ready. “I asked you a question, Beauty. Are you ready to be fucked?” A note of warning sounded in his voice.

“Yes. I’m more than ready to be fucked,” I answered assuredly.

“That mouth of yours, Beauty. I love that mouth of yours. Now put your hands behind your back,” he said, moving to kneel behind me at my apex. His heartbeat was loud enough for me to hear. I leaned forward on the bench and did as instructed. He fastened the cuffs around my wrists. I turned a bit to look and a devilish smile was playing on his lips. This had me bristling. I had never felt the way I felt today—ever: so wanted, so needed. It was as if he needed me to breathe. He skimmed his fingertips over my pussy, then down my thighs and up to my tits, humming his appreciation while pinching my responsive nipples.