Redemption (Tattoos & Tears - Brody Book 1) Read online

  "Fuck, you're going to make me come, so hard."

  She sheathes her teeth and picks up her pace. As my breathing quickens, she stops and grins mischievously. What the actual fucking fuck.

  "I want you to be inside me when you come," she says seductively, as she slides her knickers down her legs and steps out of them, stuffing them in the pocket of my jeans with a cheeky wink.

  "Condom," she pants breathlessly.

  "Wallet," I manage to grit out, as she reaches into my pocket and takes out my wallet. The hard on I'm sporting, is fucking painful. She pulls it out, carelessly shoves my wallet back into my pocket and impatiently rips the condom wrapper open with her teeth. She envelopes me with the rubber. Fuck, I hate johnnies. She jacks me off a few times, climbs me like a tree and wraps her slender legs around me. I position my cock at her entrance and push up inside her. We both shout aloud, as I enter her slick channel, allowing her to adjust to my length and my piercing for a few seconds. Fuck, I’ve missed this.

  "Jesus, kitten, I forgot how fucking good your cunt feels."

  She audibly gasps and throws her head back in ecstasy. Her pussy is so fucking tight; I think I’ve found heaven.

  “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!”

  Her shout echoes in the quiet alleyway. I spin us around abruptly and slam her against the wall, ramming my cock deep inside her tightness. I quicken my pace, rearing back and thrusting forward, much to her delight. As I push my cock deeper into her, I feel my piercing bump her cervix. I build up a punishing pace, as my cock drives in and out of her slickness, I can feel her pussy undulating around me, and I know she is close. Fuck, she feels so good.

  “God, Brody, don’t fucking stop, don’t you fucking dare. It feels too good,” she whimpers, as I deliver a punishing thrust.

  “I’ve got you, kitten. Fucking come for me, now!” I encourage, as she leans forward and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. I grunt at the bite of pain, as I feel her orgasm detonate, from deep within her.

  “Brody, I’m coming. Oh shit! Fuck! I’m coming!” she pants, as she bites my shoulder harder, and I can’t stop myself from exploding inside her with a roar.

  “JESUS! FUCK! SHIT! RALEIGH!” I quiver against her, as we both ride out our orgasms. It takes us a few minutes, to catch our breaths, but she unwraps her legs from around my waist and I set her down on her feet. Wow, just fucking wow.

  ***

  As I set her down on wobbly legs, she looks so hot and thoroughly fucked.

  "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that again, kitten," I say gruffly, as I wrap my leather jacket around her shoulders again. She begins to straighten herself out and finger combs her hair. I smile to myself and she looks up at me. Fuck, I need to be inside her again.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful when you come, do you know that?" I stroke her face softly and she shivers at my words. As she stands there in front of me, looking a little dishevelled and a whole lot beautiful, my mind starts to race. I know I’m no good for her, I know I shouldn't want her, but I feel like the Joker and she is my Harley fucking Quinn. What she doesn’t realise is, she makes me feel weak, she’s breaking down my defences slowly and I am fucking powerless to stop her. She doesn't care that I’m the bad boy and I will ruin her if she gets close enough. I am terrified that if I let her, I will need her the way Sam needs Peyton. Like I needed Lorna. But I don’t allow myself to think about that. That is exactly why this can't happen again, no matter how much I crave my dick inside her.

  She is looking up at me expectantly, she looks so beautiful and almost vulnerable. Her lips are deliciously bruised, and her lilac hair is slightly mussed. If I allowed myself, I could seriously love this woman. Fuck me, where did that come from? No, I’m toxic, and I’m no good for her. You don't deserve someone like her. Fucking walk away, Hart, while you still can. I clear my throat, as her hand slides over my bicep.

  "I'm staying in the Presidential suite, at The Four Seasons Hotel, on Park Lane; we could continue this there, if you want to?"

  Fuck. She stands there innocently, twirling her silver ring around her finger, anxiously waiting for me to answer. I try desperately to push those thoughts from my head and just go with it. Live for the moment, Hart, what’s the worst that could happen?

  “How about we go back to my place?” I suggest, and she agrees all too easily for round two. Shit, why the fuck did I do that?

  ***

  After calling Trey to come and drive me home. The journey was filled with some seriously X-rated heavy petting. In a blur of hands, lips, and expert tongues, we end up back at my place. We both step out of the car and I scramble for my keys, in a rush to get inside. As I push the door open, we both go inside in total silence. Before I can get hold of myself, I'm slamming her against the wall and devouring her mouth, as if it’s the last thing I'll ever do. I slide the strap of her killer red dress down her shoulder and pepper kisses along her collarbone. She moans softly and reaches down to cup my hardness. I gasp as she unzips my jeans, skating my hand up her dress and feel her warm dampness from our earlier fumble.

  "Fuck, you're all wet for me, kitten."

  She smiles, "Mmm, all for you, baby."

  She purrs, she's never called me baby before, but I like it. It makes me feel cherished and important. Just like when Peyton calls me rock star. It feels like forever, but she drags me up the stairs, by bunching my t-shirt in her fist, as if she can't wait to get me naked. I know I can't wait to get her naked, I can’t wait to see her tight little body bare again. She practically drags me down the dimly lit hallway and I pounce on her, taking charge of the situation, as we come to a sudden halt outside my room.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you again, kitten.” My voice thick with need, I manage to shove the door open with my shoulder. She grabs the front of my t-shirt and hauls me inside, kicking the door closed with her heel. As the door slams shut, it’s a race who can get naked the fastest. She wins, and she tackles me to the soft, carpeted, floor, not caring if we even make it to the bed. It’s in the moment, it’s primal, it’s frantic and I’m happy to just let her relinquish control and use me the way I’ve used her.

  “Fuck me, Brody,” she says fervently.

  “I need you to fuck me, hard,” she pants and my lips quirk at her demands.

  “Demanding aren’t we?”

  Her lips collide with mine and our tongues entwine. Cupping her pert breast in my hand, I slide my thumb across her already erect nipple. She gasps audibly.

  “Touch me, Brody; I need to feel your hands on me, I need to be reminded of what it feels like.”

  My hands roam all over her body and her skin feels so soft. I commit every inch of her beautiful body to memory, every scar, every mole, every dimple, and imperfection. She writhes as my hands skate over every part of her; I move down her body and settle between her legs. I swipe my split tongue up her wet slit and with that movement, she’s lost.

  8

  Raleigh

  From our chance meeting at the club tonight, the night has been full of sexual energy and I can’t seem to get enough of him. I’m naked and ready for him, anticipating his next move. I have never been so turned on in my whole life and I’m needy and desperate to feel him inside me again. Brody moves down and settles himself between my legs. The sight of him causes slick heat to flood my pussy. Brody’s split tongue licks a path up my wet centre, and I scream out at the contact. It feels like two tongues, licking me simultaneously, he also has his tongue pierced and the flick of the stud against my sensitive nub, feels amazing.

  “You like that, kitten?” His chin is glistening with the evidence of my arousal. I nod, a little too enthusiastically and his deep chuckle resonates in my most sensitive parts.

  “Mmm.”

  As he sucks my swollen nub between his teeth, I'm a total goner and he knows it by the cocky wink he gives me in return. God, that tongue is magical. Sometimes, I imagine it uttering the words "Expecto patronum." I push that ridiculous thought aside, as I focus
on the absolute pleasure this man lavishes upon me.

  "Oh God, don't you dare fucking stop," I pant out, grabbing blindly at his head.

  “Christ, you have the sweetest tasting pussy,” he says gruff with need. “Fuck me, you’re dripping wet.”

  Brody removes his tongue and pushes two calloused fingers deep inside me. I moan aloud and I take my nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefingers, creating a delicious ache. He builds up a rhythm, his fingers push deeper, and his thumb continues to circle my engorged nub.

  “Come all over my fingers, I want you to come hard for me, kitten.”

  His words are my undoing and I scream, as his skilful fingers bring me to the most delicious orgasm.

  “OH GOD! OH FUCK! YES! YES!” I writhe, and Brody squeezes every ounce of pleasure from me.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re sexy when you come.”

  Brody’s voice is thick with his arousal, as he reaches into his wallet for a condom. He rips the foil packet between his teeth and rolls it down his impressive length. His cock has a piercing, in the end of his bell-shaped head. He also has a tattoo of a snake, wrapped around the length of his eight-inch penis, which I have never noticed before. He winks and I smirk.

  “Is that why they call you Snake?” I inquire, referencing his stage name as I look up at him from beneath my lashes.

  He nods, almost shyly. He’s got absolutely nothing to be shy about, his body is fucking impeccable. His body is all hard, muscular lines, his shoulders are broad, but his hips are narrow and in perfect proportion with the rest of him.

  “Like what you see, kitten?”

  I nod and bite my lip as I look up at him.

  “I need your cock buried inside me, Brody. I want to get lost in you,” I say shamelessly, and he roughly enters me with a sharp shove forward.

  He fucks me so hard; I feel the slap of his balls with each thrust.

  "God, your cunt is so fucking tight, it’s like my cock was made for you," he grunts crudely and continues to fuck me hard.

  He lifts my leg over his shoulder, and he thrusts so deep I can feel him bump my cervix with each plunge of his hard cock. I throw my head back in ecstasy and moan loudly.

  "Oh God! Brody, I need it harder, fuck me hard," I cry desperately, and he increases his deep drives, fucking me like a mad man.

  "Do you like it hard?" he grinds out.

  "Oh Jesus yes! Yes! I love it hard and rough."

  He reaches down and rolls my sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The combination of pleasure and pain causes me to scream.

  "YES! OH GOD YES! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"

  As I cry out, he increases his deep thrusts, fucking me harder each time.

  "Let it go, Raleigh, fuck. I can feel you throbbing around my cock, come for me, NOW!" he demands and my orgasm washes over me, like a tidal wave of pleasure.

  I scream out and Brody muffles my cries by putting his hand over my mouth, as he finds his release.

  "FUCK!" he growls as his hot seed spurts deep inside me.

  As both of our orgasms subside, he pulls out and rolls over onto the floor next to me, pulling me closer to him. He idly traces shapes on my shoulder, and I find myself snuggling deeper into his embrace, resting my head on his chest. I close my eyes briefly, relishing the silence and being in his presence. I start to let myself think of a potential future with him, but I can’t allow myself that, at least not so soon. This man could seriously be bad for my health.

  Brody

  For the first time in my life, I’m enjoying post-sex cuddling and shit. Raleigh is snuggled up to me and I feel content just to lie here with her, listening to the sound of her breathing. Words aren’t necessary, we’re both so wrapped up in each other and right now; there is no place I would rather be. She is stunning and so vulnerable; it hurts to look directly at her. I wish I could frame this moment and keep it with me for all eternity.

  As we both lie naked next to each other, I feel her breathing even out and before too long, I notice she has fallen asleep. The longer I lie here, with the warmth of her skin against mine, the more I allow the doubt to creep in. You don’t deserve someone as beautiful and pure as her, you’ll taint her with your poison, Hart. Desperate to quell the demons inside my head, I swing my legs out of bed, pull on some jogging bottoms and head quietly out of the room.

  I hate not being able to sleep, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get my brain to switch off, and it drives me fucking insane. I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt at leaving Raleigh alone in my bedroom, but I find myself sitting at the mixing desk shirtless, writing lyrics and experimenting with melodies in our soundproof studio. It’s the only place in the house I can retreat to and not wake Peyton, Freddie, and Zachary. It’s one of the only places I can seem to go to find peace these days, without being drunk or high.

  As I pluck the strings of my guitar, I let my mind wander to Lorna. My cock jumps to attention at the thought of her, she was like the forbidden fruit and I was Adam in the garden of fucking Eden. I couldn’t fucking help myself. My love for her was like an incurable virus, a soul-sucking, fucking disease that I would never be able to shake off. No matter how hard I tried, she would never love me the way she loved him. Her fucking scumbag, wife beating, husband.

  I allow myself to think of the day we finally had sex, when we finally succumbed to the burning temptation, we both knew it was wrong, but it felt so fucking right. The way her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, the way her soft mewls sounded in my ear and the way she scraped her blood-red nails down my back to mark me as hers. I could never be hers and she would never be mine. That was the cold, harsh reality of it. Every time we had sex, I sent her back to her husband, full of my semen and as fucking twisted as it sounds, I got off on it. I got off on the fact that I fucking sent her back to him, with a part of me inside her. I knew I should feel disgusted, and I did. It fucking disgusted me that I got some sort of sick satisfaction out of it. But it didn’t disguise the fact that, in that instance, I was the 'other' man.

  Every moment stolen, every kiss, every post sex cuddle we shared was never real. It was just an escape from life as we knew it. For her, it was an escape from her mundane, abusive marriage. For me, it was the chance to take a vacation from the shit in my head, escape from my chaotic life as one quarter of the biggest rock band in the world and just lose myself in her.

  I know I have no right to be thinking such thoughts, while I have a gorgeous woman lying naked in my bed, but I can’t help myself. I start to wonder whether Lorna is the reason I can’t allow Raleigh to get close to me, or if it has something to do with my underlying mummy issues. You know that’s the real reason, Hart. Mummy didn’t love you enough, you sad, pathetic twat. I shake those negative thoughts away and try to focus on how Raleigh makes me feel.

  She’s like the sun and I feel her warmth every time she’s near me. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders and I want to allow myself to bask in that feeling just a little longer. The more time I spend in her company, the more I want her to be more than just a bit of fun. A man can only hope.

  Raleigh

  I wake in unfamiliar surroundings and momentarily feel a crippling sense of anxiety. I never go home with strangers, ever. Then it all comes flooding back to me, coming home with Brody, the sex, Jesus fucking Christ, the sex. I sit up and I feel a delicious soreness deep inside me, as I move, the memory bringing a wicked smile to my face. I look over at the space next to me, finding it empty and I can’t help the disappointment that tears its way through my body. I get up, taking in the environment I find myself in. The room is a combination of grey and mustard yellow tones throughout, with grey and white furniture to match. It is something I didn’t expect from Brody and I find myself pleasantly surprised.

  There is a large flat screen TV, mounted on the wall and a set of three photographs on the wall. I recognise a young Brody and the rest of the boys from the band, in the first one. He looks so far from the man I
now know, and it makes me smile. The next photograph is of Brody, Sam, Peyton, and a little dark-haired boy. Brody looks ever the cool rock star, wearing sunglasses covering his eyes, ripped jeans, a white shirt open at the collar, revealing his neck and chest tattoos and a black blazer, which looks like it was made for him. The last photograph is of a young dark-haired boy and a beautiful dark-haired woman. I look closer and study the photograph. I identify the boy as Brody, but the woman looks unfamiliar. I start to wonder if the woman in the photograph is his mum and I vow to ask him when I finally find him.

  I start to pull on Brody's discarded white t-shirt, go over to the chest of drawers and pull open the top one. I find a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer shorts and pull them on, as I set about looking for him. I pull open the door and I am greeted by a little boy, with jet black hair sticking up in all directions, wearing Batman pyjamas, dragging a toy penguin at his side. He is adorable, as he rubs sleep from his eyes.