Rise by Cassandra Robbins

 

 

 

 

RHYS

Past –Twenty-seven years old

Scottsdale, Arizona

“She said what?” I snap at Sara, who can’t even try to hide that she’s thrilled she gets to tell me this.

“She’s tired.” She shrugs. “I have zero idea why she’s such a bitch.” She reaches for a bottle of vodka only to stop when I glare at her.

I took a private plane with Ammo, using the excuse I needed time to write. In reality, it was to decide what the fuck I’m doing.

I shouldn’t go near her. But the bro code went out the window the moment my cock discovered her tight pussy. I’m not gonna broadcast that I’m fucking my friend’s sister or anything, but I’m also not denying that I want her.

Is it wrong? Maybe, but fuck it, no one’s perfect. Having Sara go get her was a dick move, but it’s not like she’s an angel. She wants to play dirty, then I’m the right man.

“What?” She licks her lips and stares at me. Doing one last pushup, I stand, ending my workout. I have an elliptical and a rowing machine that travel with me. In the old days, I’d box and work out with a trainer. Now I like a more traditional workout: heavy cardio and basic pushups and sit-ups, along with squats.

I open my door. This shit stops now. Gia’s not in charge. I crack my neck as I walk down the hall. I had Rafe put her on the band’s floor. He wasn’t happy about it, not that I give two shits. I want her close.

“Granger?” Sara yells. “Should I wait for you?”

“No.” I don’t even bother looking back at her as I pound on the door.

“Open the fucking door, Gia,” bracing my hands on either side of the doorframe.

She swings it open and I almost start laughing. Her green eyes, glistening with anger, widen as she greedily dips her gaze to my sweaty bare chest and basketball shorts.

“Oh.” She reaches for her hair as if to make sure it’s okay, then drops her hands and straightens her shoulders back. “What, Rhys?” Her voice cracks. She looks tired, almost fragile in the large white robe.

Pushing past her, I enter her room. Her unique smell of vanilla and whatever shampoo she’s used makes me grit my teeth.

Christ, what is it about her that makes it impossible to get her out of my mind? Her smile, eyes, the way she moves and smells? Maybe it’s just Gia. She ensnares you with her very being. It’s a unique situation I’m in, because I can’t stay away even knowing we’re going to end badly.

I don’t believe in destiny. But I do know the second I saw her something happened to me.

It’s like I knew that she belonged to me. That’s as much as I’m willing to examine right now.

I pull out one of the chairs and drop into it. She remains standing in the doorway, her eyes darting around, looking as though her mind’s going a mile a minute. She’s clearly at war with herself, but patience is not my strong suit.

“Shut the door, Gia.”

Her eyes narrow, but she does and sashays over to the end of the bed. She sits, cross-legged, a hand on each knee.

Sitting up, I adjust my cock. Christ, I get hard just thinking of her, much less looking at those goddamn legs. I need a cigarette. Even though I try not to smoke after I work out, I need to get myself under control. The way I’m letting my dick rule me, I’m like a fucking teen.

“So.” My voice makes her jump. Her eyes, which moments ago were staring at my chest, dart to mine. “Are you on birth control?” I demand, not caring that she looks like I slapped her. This is something I should never have let happen, but it did, so I need to clean up my mess.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” She jumps up and goes to the mini fridge, grabbing a water. With a laugh, she points the bottle at me. “I should lie and say no because you deserve to fucking worry.” She shakes her head. “But quite frankly, I’m the one worried. Clearly you don’t care if you get a disease or give a disease.” She jerks open the top of the water bottle.

“Gia, I always wear protection. I don’t even fuck people without them signing shit. You were the exception.”

She snorts. “I’m not seven, Rhys. Don’t forget, I know all your secrets.”

I take a breath before I lose my shit on her. “Careful, Gia.” My pulse pounds in my temples.

“Why? Because you’re the Rock God?” She waves her hands. “I’m not impressed.”

I stand and laugh. “You think you can handle all this? Me? I mean, let’s be honest, that’s what you’re here for, right?” I start to walk toward her. Now most women or men would back up. It’s a commonsense reaction that ninety-nine percent of us have when someone invades our space. Not her though. She lifts her head, her green eyes full of battle.

“You want to play? I don’t think you understand the game.” I smirk, because as fucked up as all this is, I’m fucking turned on.

“I’m an expert at all games.” She sticks her nose in the air. In an instant, all rational thought is gone. My fingers grab hold of the belt on her robe, and a small hiss escapes her as I pull her close.

“Listen carefully so you’re not confused. I don’t give a fuck about the past or who you are. My cock wants this tight pussy of yours, and rules don’t apply to me,” I grunt into her mouth as I guide her hand to my hard erection. She shivers but says nothing.

Fuck, if she’s not magnificent. “On your knees,” I demand.

Her eyes narrow but she drops down. Her hands jerk my shorts off, releasing my dick, which stands straight past my belly button—hard and hot, waiting for her.

She looks up, the anger in her eyes replaced by need. I get it. It’s eating me up too. Reaching out, she grabs my hard shaft.

Then she smiles.

Our eyes lock as she glides her tongue to the top of my leaking tip, flicking my piercing up and down before she takes my cock and fucking owns me.

“Gia,” I say, breathing hard. I’m ready to jet off already in her warm mouth, shoot my seed down her throat. My hands grasp her hair to guide her head.

“Relax your throat, baby.” Fisting her hair tight, I thrust myself deep into her mouth.

“Goddamn,” I grind out as she deep throats me. My eyes roll back in fucking pleasure. In and out, she sucks and takes my cock to the back of her throat.

“Yeah, that’s it, Brat. Fuck my cock with your mouth.” I’m thick, so she’s only getting half of me. As she gags, saliva drips down her chin.

“I’m gonna come.” I stop thrusting, don’t move. My muscles tighten as I watch her take over. She sucks my cock like a fucking pro. The pleasure’s so intense that when her other hand massages my balls, I let go. Fucking spiral, unravel, as my cock pulses and jerks in her mouth, filling it faster than she can swallow, and I watch it all.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I growl as my cock keeps pulsing in her mouth. She slowly raises her head and licks her wet lips like she had just sucked on a cherry popsicle.

My thumb rubs her puffy wet lips and her chin. “I take it that’s not the first dick you’ve had in your mouth?” Now that I can see straight, the thought of Gia’s mouth on another guy’s cock is not making me happy.

She stands and shakes her head no. I should respect that at least she’s not lying. Instead, I have to fight not tossing her on the bed and handcuffing her, only letting her up if I deem it. What the fuck, Granger?

“What are you expecting to happen with us?” I snap as I step back and pull up my shorts, trying to erase the irrational jealousy that’s pounding through my head.

“Everything.”

My eyes shift to hers and I shake my head. She can’t be that naïve.

“I’m not what you need, Gia.” It comes out harsh. My self-destructive demons are ready to take over.

“Maybe. But I’m exactly what you need,” she states, her long, still-damp hair cascading over her shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips… her fucking lips that have wrapped themselves around numerous cocks…

“You’re gonna get hurt,” I say.

“I think you underestimate me.”

I cock my head as I tell her the truth. “I will hurt you, Gia. It’s what I do.” I move past her stunned face and walk to the door.

“I’m not leaving, Rhys,” she announces like a threat.

I hesitate, then open the door, saying over my shoulder, “You will.” I shut the door, knowing that it’s true. I’m not the kind of man who’s going to be in a relationship.

I’m bad.

The man who makes all the girls cry. Only this time if I’m not careful, I might start believing her.

And then… I’ll be the one who can’t survive.