Rise by Cassandra Robbins

 

 

 

 

RHYS

Past – Twenty-seven years old

New York, New York

“Rhys, honey, I need you to sing for Mommy.”

“I’m tired. I need to sleep. Why can’t I sleep?”

“Don’t be silly. You can sleep later. We need to get you ready. You and Mommy are performing tonight.” My mom spins and spins as she picks up a feather boa, a white one, and drapes it around my neck. It tickles my nose and I hate it.

I hate all of it. I need to find my grandfather. He’ll make her stop.

But my grandfather is gone, and I’m hungry.

“Mommy?” I yell, but no sound comes out. “Mom?” She’s gone and I’m alone, always alone.

I bolt up. The room is dark. Taking a breath, I try to figure out where I am. My hand reaches for her, but she’s not there.

“Gia?” I swallow down the remaining hangover I have after having that dream. “Brat?” Standing, I don’t bother with jeans and walk to the bathroom.

“The fuck?” My mind instantly wakes up enough to figure out I’m in New York and Gia’s not in my bed.

Where is she? Goddammit. I storm out of the bedroom and into the main area of the lavish suite.

I grab my phone and am about ready to call when I see her. “Fuck.” I throw my phone back on the coffee table and lean against the wall to catch my breath and watch her.

She’s on the balcony, smoking, in what looks like one of my black T-shirts. The fluffy white robe hangs open. My eyes trail down her form and my chest burns as I take in the sight of her wearing my black combat boots.

If I live to be a hundred, I don’t think she’ll ever be more stunning than at this moment. She looks up at the dark, early morning sky and the moonlight kisses half her face along with the smoke. Her steamy breath circles her as if it knows she’s the beauty it seeks.

I push myself off the wall, grab my aching cock, and stroke it as I open the glass door. One of the best things about having money is that you can step out onto a penthouse balcony equipped with heat lamps to warm you.

Don’t get me wrong. The Christmas night is almost magical with all the lights of Manhattan, the horns, and the excitement of the city.

“Looking for Santa Claus?”

She smiles and turns, her eyes going directly to my cock, which stands straight as I stroke it and slowly rub the precum all over my piercing. “I’m hoping I’ve been a good girl.” She licks her lips and smiles.

“Eyes on me,” I command and watch her battle with wanting to do her own thing and listening to me.

It’s irrational, this sense of possession I have with Gia. As soon as I stopped fighting my conscience about fucking my childhood best friend’s baby sister, I went all in.

Sometimes when I’m with women, I dominate them. Not full-on, but I can get into spanking and tying them up. It’s fun and an adrenaline rush to have someone at your mercy.

But with Gia, it’s altogether different. I need her. I want her to be as addicted as I am. The more we explore, the more it turns me on.

Tomorrow is Christmas, or maybe it’s already Christmas. Whatever, I plan on spending it balls deep inside her all day.

This is the first Christmas I’ve celebrated in years. Fuck, it’s definitely the first time I’ve ever bought a woman a present.

I reach for her neck and wrap my hand in her thick hair. “I guess we will have to see if you’re a good girl.” I bite the bottom of her puffy lip. She moans as I suck it and taste a slight hint of blood. The metallic taste makes my cock throb. Letting go of her, I trail my hand down her neck to the collar of the robe and pull it off her shoulders. It flows to her feet.

We both look down at it and I glance at my boots, which are ridiculously big on her but sexy as fuck.

“Nice boots.”

“You like?”

“I do. Give me the cigarette.” She does and I put it out in a large plant.

“Take off the shirt, Gia.” My voice sounds harsh in my ears. My nostrils flare as she slowly lifts the shirt, allowing my eyes to feast on her waxed pussy.

“I can’t decide if I want to shove my cock down your throat or suck on your cunt,” I husk.

“Rhys,” she whispers, glancing around as if someone can see us. I grab her hips and bring her chest to mine. Her full tits and fucking hard nipples make me groan.

“Take it off.”

Her breathing is harsh. Licking her lips, she slowly removes my T-shirt. And there my pretty baby stands, fucking naked in the New York winter, wearing only my boots. I have to fight myself not to make her kneel while I jerk myself off on her tits and face, claiming her over and over.

Fuck that. That can come later. Right now, I’m gonna eat and suck on her wet pussy, then fuck her. After that, maybe I’ll jerk off on her tits.

“Sit on the couch, Brat.”

I smile as her ass drops right down. “Open those fucking long legs.” She does and I sink to my knees, pulling her to the very end and slinging both over my shoulders.

“Now we shall see if you’re a good girl.” I go straight for her plump clit and suck on it hard.

“God,” she pants out, her hands slapping the metal base. She arches her back like a cat.

I’m about to command her to spread wider when she moans and shoves her cunt deep in my mouth. Her slick juices drip onto my tongue, and I greedily use it to fuck and lick her. I’d love to finger fuck her ass, but not tonight.

Gia has zero patience and it’s my fault. I fuck her hard and fast, becoming borderline obsessed with her magical pussy. I want my cock inside her twenty-four seven.

As soon as I let go and stopped fighting myself, things became clear real fast. Gia, on the other hand, is so caught up in her lies that she insists she have her own room. Not that she’s ever in it.

I know it’s because of Axel. She’s paranoid. I’ve humored her the last week or so. But it’s getting old fast. I’m not scared of Axel. I’m sick of hiding her when we leave, worried photos of her face are gonna be in The Enquirer.

Fucking come clean. I intend to deal with all this shit. We have a week off before we play Madison Square Garden on New Year’s Day.

Hunger.

It’s not abating. If anything, I’m like a man who has been given his favorite meal and allowed to feast.

I lightly bite her clit and feel her start to contract. She’s slick and wet and fucking perfect as I send her over the edge. Her hands grab my head while she whimpers and pulses in my mouth.

Lifting my head, I gaze at her. She’s fucking magnificent: legs spread, lying back spent on the recliner. The moonlight and lights of Manhattan kiss her skin. I crawl up her body as she smiles and reaches for my cock, jerking me.

I take her mouth, wanting to savor her, not rush this time. She tastes like mint and delicious smoke.

Thrusting my tongue deeper, I want all of her. Always wanting more—that’s me. Forcing her for more. I’m a greedy fuck, and I want her soul.

I want her to breathe only for me.

Think only of me.

I slide inside her honey walls and my eyes roll back in my head at how fucking amazing she feels. Her tight cunt squeezes my cock and I try to go slow, letting my body have this moment.

This is fucking ecstasy.

In and out, I torture us. Music floods my head as I take her ragged breath and inhale it back inside her. Our bodies are in sync, and I’m ready to blow my load.

Fuck that. I pull out as she gasps her protest, then screams as I take my slick cock in my hand and rub my pierced tip on her swollen clit.

“Shit. I’m gonna come.” She sits up as if it’s happened so fast she can’t handle it.

“That’s it. Come for me, Gia. Come, baby.” I push her back, my hand wrapping around her neck to hold her still.

Her eyes blink at me wide as I watch her come apart, fucking explode. Holding for one more second, I let go and slam my cock back inside her.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Christ, it’s good with us.” I’m done. I’m not holding back. She can take it and then some.

My balls tighten as I pound into her tight cunt. I’m so close but not ready for it to end. Her nails claw my back as her pussy clenches tight, like a vise, milking the cum out of me.

And I’m soaring, free, as my body jerks. I fill her warm cunt with my seed. Wave after wave of euphoria flows through my body.

I look down at her, and as our breathing calms, I slowly pull out. Brushing a strand of hair off her neck. “Come on, baby.” I stand and bring her relaxed, almost drugged body with me.

“I can’t move,” she mumbles.

I grin and carry her into the suite, straight to the bedroom. When I lie her down on the bed, she curls into a ball and reaches for me.

“Where are you going?” She pouts as she watches me head to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I almost do a double take at my reflection.

Christ, I’m smiling like a fucking lovesick idiot. It’s pathetic, but for the first time in my life I’m happy.

I grab a washcloth and wait for the water to get hot. I can’t seem to let myself have this. Peace is fleeting to me; I’m always trying to stay one step ahead. The problem is I somehow have forgotten what that one step is.

The truth is, I can’t believe I’ll get to have her, this. It’s always in the back of my mind that something bad will happen.

I turn off the sink with way more force than necessary and bring the washcloth over to clean Gia up. She sleeps peacefully. Her easy breathing almost makes me jealous. I never sleep that well; insomnia is not unusual for me.

It’s fucked up.

Clearly this is because of my dream.

I take a breath and close my eyes. Enjoy this, Granger.

Enjoy us.

Trust that it won’t be taken away, or that I’ll fuck it up. I toss the washcloth aside and climb into bed. The crisp, cool sheets feel perfect.

The heat clicks on, and I pull Gia into my arms. She groans, turning her face toward my neck. I grin, thinking about the morning and the tree I have coming.

I haven’t had a Christmas tree since my grandfather died. I don’t know why, but on a spur of the moment, I had Rafe arrange for someone to have a real tree fully decorated when we wake up, which is another reason Gia needs to not be roaming around anymore.

“Was I good? Is Santa coming?” She snuggles in closer, lying on top of me.

I kiss her forehead. “I guess we shall see in the morning.”

“’Kay,” she mumbles. Her phone on her nightstand lights up with a picture of her mom.

Yeah, that headache is going away tomorrow. I owe Janet more than that. The woman practically fed me every night for years. She was more a mom to me than mine.

I’ll be dealing with all this shit in the morning, I’m sure that’s why Gia was up. She feels guilty about lying to her mom and not spending Christmas with her.

I close my eyes, needing to sleep, but music fills my head. I embrace it, let the words swirl around me, memorizing them so I can write them down later.

A deep sigh brings me back to her. I tighten my arms. Her full breasts and warm body rise and fall as I inhale her scent and let my body relax. In and out, her chest rises and falls.

She sighs my name, and I grin again. Gia makes me want to be better. A better man, a better musician. We can have it all, and I need to know that. You can’t control who your heart beats for, who touches your soul.

I sigh as I match her breathing, letting it slow my pulse and rest my mind.

For this moment, I’m at peace.