“Did you check your bloodstream?” Sed asked, scratching behind his ear.Trey was instantly in his face. “You took them, didn’t you?”“Maybe.”“Jesus, Sed, give him his pills. What is wrong with you?” Brian said.“There’s nothing wrong with me.” He locked gazes with Trey. “Why don’t you tell Brian how many pills you took today?”“Give me my f**kin’ pills, Sed.”Sed lifted his hips off the sofa and pulled the bottle from his pocket. Trey tried to snatch it from his hand, but Sed held it firmly. “This label says you’re supposed to take four pills a day. A maximum of eight. How many have you taken since last night, Trey? Do you even know?”Trey grabbed Sed’s wrist and tried to wrestle the bottle out of his hand. When that didn’t work, he took Sed’s little finger and bent it back viciously. “Ow, damn. Take the f**kin’ things then.” Sed released the bottle into Trey’s custody.“That wasn’t funny.” Trey took several shuddering breaths through his nose as he tried to regain his composure. “Yo
They’d never done anything slow and quiet in all their time together. Might be an interesting change of pace. If it was even possible.“Slow and quiet.” She ran a gentle hand over his hard pecs, pausing to stroke the tiny bead of one nipple.“This will be a challenge,” he whispered. “Do you realize I haven’t had you for 68 hours?”She chuckled. He knew how long it had been to the hour? “How many minutes is that?”“Too damned many.”He rolled on top of her. She tensed. “Wait, I’m not ready yet.”“Shhhh. No more words.”He buried his hands in her hair and tilted her head back, exposing her neck to his questing lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing beneath him. She should’ve known he wouldn’t just shove it inside without any consideration for her pleasure. This was Sed. Not a selfish bone in his body. Well, on most occasions.She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, her chest filling with emotion. She’d been so very wrong about him for so long. How would she ever make amends
“Is Trey with you?”“Yeah, I’ve got him. We’re weaning him off his pain meds. If it works, you might actually recognize him the next time you see him.”“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t just take someone off narcotic painkillers without medical consultation. Myrna said he’ll go through all sorts of horrible withdrawal symptoms.”“I consulted his father. Dr. Mills entrusted his son to me and told me how to do this properly. Trey doesn’t want the media to find out about his little addiction, so we’re discreetly taking care of it on our own. If anything goes wrong, I’ll say to hell with what he wants and check him into a hospital, but for now, we’re trying this.”“Let me talk to him.”“No. He’ll have you over here doling out Percocet like its jellybeans in ten minutes flat. I just called to let you know he’s safe with me and Jessica. I’ll call you in a couple of days with an update.”“Don’t turn off your f**kin’ phone again, Sed.”“Have a nice day.”“Sed!”Sed ended the call, tu
“I know a great film crew. They do all of Sinners’ music videos. Maybe we can add some special effects to our next public encounter. Heavy metal sound track. Giant robots. Explosions in the background when I come inside you. Stuff like that.”She picked up one of his French fries and tossed it at him. It hit him on the cheek and landed on the table. “We just have to be more careful.”Nodding, he devoured his barbecued rib. “Eat faster,” he insisted, his mouth full.She grinned and pushed her salad around her plate.“Slight problem,” she said. “I don’t have a skirt on.”“It’s dark out,” he said, stuffing French fries in his mouth ten at a time. “No one will see a thing.”“And there isn’t really anything worth seeing around here.”“So we hop in a cab and drive around until we find someplace interesting.”She stole one of his French fries and nibbled on it.“You aren’t eating faster,” he pointed out.She tried to eat faster, but she was nervous around him tonight. Ever since he told her
Yeah, baby. Feel me. I’m part of you.“Sed.” The crashing waves drowned out most of her plea. “Touch me. Touch me. Please. Oh.”She was definitely about to come. He shifted his hands to her br**sts, his thumbs working their way under her tiny bikini top and brushing against the hard pebbles of her ni**les. She shuddered, her silky sheath gripping his c**k as she wriggled her hips impatiently. He groaned.“Touch me there,” she insisted.“Where, baby?” he murmured, rubbing his lips against her throat. “Where do you want me to touch you?”“My clit. Please. I need. I need to…”He moved his hand between her thighs and stroked her fast with his middle finger. She shuddered, and came with a loud cry. Her pu**y clenched spasmodically around him as she strained against him. She’d completely lost track of where she was. Sed kissed her deeply, drawing her shouts of pleasure into his throat.Jessica trembled with aftershocks of release for several minutes and then her body stiffened with panic as
“I’m not ashamed, but I do get tired of being treated like a commodity. I thought becoming a lawyer might finally earn me some respect.”“That’s why you want to be a lawyer? Honey, I don’t think there are many professions that are less respected than lawyers.”“Respect is part of it. I really just want to help people. Protect them from all the bad things that happen in the world.”Myrna chuckled. “You’re more like Sed than I realized.”Jessica pulled a face. “Really? I don’t see it.”“There are a lot of careers that help people. No one said you have to become a lawyer. You are allowed to change your mind.”Jessica’s shoulders suddenly felt lighter. She hadn’t realized how much the thought of going back to that school was weighing her down. “I am?”“Why not?”Yeah, why not?“The guys are set to go onstage in a few minutes. Are you ready to go?”Jessica smiled at Myrna and nodded vigorously. Just the thought of seeing Sed onstage had her heart throbbing in her chest. Especially now that
Jessica jerked her arm out of his grasp and ran from the room. She managed to keep the tears in check until she collapsed into the driver’s seat of her piece of shit Nissan Sentra. It never failed. Even when absent, Sed always f**ked up her life.**********On the tour bus, Sed sat at the dining table staring down at Jessica’s picture. God, he missed her. He knew that their breakup was for the best. She deserved to make a life for herself and he wasn’t helping in that regard. Maybe someday they’d make it work. After she finished school and had her career going in the direction she wanted and deserved. He clung to that hope.Brian took a seat in the booth across from him. “Hey, you okay?”Sed nodded. “It’s still a little raw, but I’ll live.”“Need to talk about it?”“Nope. How are you holding up now that Myrna’s back at work?”“Can’t stand it.”They stared at the table in cooperative misery.“Is it time to head to the stage?” Sed asked.“We have a few minutes. Did Jerry get the studio
The stage rose up to meet him as he blacked out.******Jessica stood outside Sinners’ dressing room, leaning against the wall. She’d finally calmed down enough to stop crying, but she wasn’t leaving until she saw Sed. She wanted to tell him what an ass**le he was and that she never wanted to see him again. Yeah. That’s exactly why she wanted to see him. So she could tell him off.The music blaring from the stadium stopped. Strange. They’d just started the next song. A moment later, a roadie sprinted down the corridor, talking frantically into a cell phone. Jessica’s heart rate kicked up a notch when the wail of an ambulance stopped just outside the back doors. Paramedics flew by with a gurney.A fan? A roadie? Had something happened to Trey? He’d seemed fine the last time she saw him. Concerned, she headed after the paramedics. When she reached the edge of the stage, she froze. Trey had blood all over his hands, but it wasn’t his.“Sed!”She launched herself across the stage. Brian c