The Daymakers, page 19
“You look so fucking good down there, ready to please me.” Her words made shivers run along my skin. “You do want to please me, don’t you?” She ran her thumb over my lip. “Tonight, you want to be my toy, isn’t that right?”
God, I did. I wanted her screaming my name, telling me that no one else made her feel the way I could.
“Yes.”
“Good boy,” she purred, and my dick strained.
Was I into this? I didn’t think I was into being praised, but I wanted to moan at her words.
She stepped backwards until her thighs hit the bed. “Come and undress me.”
I went to stand, and she clucked her tongue at me. Raising an eyebrow, I crawled to her. Kneeling before her, I tugged down her silky pajama shorts, until she could kick them off her feet. Then I reached up and tore away her flimsy lace panties. She gasped, her pupils blown wide. Peeling off her own camisole, she stood above me for a moment, entirely naked. She sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs. Her pretty cunt glistened, and I knew she was as into this as I apparently was.
“Make me come for you, Royal.”
She didn’t need to ask me twice as I dived between her thighs. I didn’t go down on many women, the act way more intimate than sticking my dick into someone. But right now, I couldn’t have resisted if I tried. I pushed her backwards on the bed, propping her thighs over my shoulders.
I showed her that my mouth wasn’t just made for singing as I plunged my tongue inside her, then went back to torture her clit, alternating back and forth until she was panting my name, moaning about how good I was eating her.
“That’s it… That’s it; you’re so good at this. You eat my pussy so damn good.” She clutched my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking at her. “I want to see your eyes as you make me come,” she moaned.
I growled on her clit before sucking on it hard, and that was all she needed to come all over my cheeks. The whole time, I held her eyes. My fingertips dug into the curves of her hips as I lapped up every little bit of her release. The way her lips parted, her eyes scrunching like it almost hurt to come that hard, was forever going to be burned into my brain. I wanted to do it again, right now, but she shook her head.
“So fucking good. So good for me,” she said in a strangled voice. “But now I want you to show me what you can do with that beautiful dick. Take your clothes off for me. I want to watch you unwrap what’s mine.”
I wasn’t hers, but I didn’t want to stop her. Not right now. Right now, I wanted to be hers more than I wanted anything else in my life.
I shed my clothes so fast, it made her tsk again, but I just smirked at her. “Such a shithead,” she chuckled. “So freaking beautiful, though.”
I let her take in the body that I worked hard for. I ran every morning I could, sneaking out before dawn with Shep. I ran from my demons, from the noise of Knight or Hero or Poet making her orgasm as the sun rose.
Her eyes dropped to my dick, then that cute little pink tongue dipped out to wet her dry lips. I was going to suck that tongue into my mouth soon. I was aching to kiss her again. She curled her finger at me, and this time, I went willingly. Climbing up the bed, I gave into the urge to fuck her mouth with my tongue, hoping she could taste herself on my lips. She might think she was in control right now—and I might be enjoying it more than I thought I would—but soon enough, she’d be beneath me, saying yes sir as she pleased me.
She laughed, and it vibrated against my chest, before she slipped her hands up to my pecs and pinched my nipples hard. Throwing me off balance, she used the motion to roll me onto my back, until she was straddling my hips.
Honestly, if I wasn’t completely transfixed by the feel of her hot, wet core against my dick, I’d probably have applauded her for that power move.
Then she wrapped her hand around my dick, guided me to her entrance and sank down. Any thoughts, other than the feel of her wrapped around me, disappeared into the ether.
TWENTY-NINE
DREAMER
This was what people who took care of apex predators must feel like all the time. Like I had the beast on a leash, and one wrong move was going to end with me in pieces, but fuck me, what a way to go.
As I sank down onto Royal, the way he was looking at me—like I was some kind of goddess—was a heady experience. When he was balls deep inside me, we both groaned.
“You feel so fucking perfect inside me,” I murmured, because forming words was a little difficult as he lifted my hips, then ground me back down. Soon enough, we were meeting in a rhythm that was just intrinsic. Deep and slow, we rolled against each other, and I whispered words of praise that made him shiver beneath me.
I wanted to tear the mask from his face, but I didn’t. He fucked me in a way that I worried would be addictive. I couldn’t become addicted to this man. However, anything close to logic disappeared beneath the pleasure as he sat up, wrapping his arms around my waist. I looped my legs behind his lower back and gasped.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
Then he kissed down my neck, nudging me backwards until my body was curled, hitting more places inside me I hadn’t known even existed. His mouth wrapped around my nipple, and I moaned, gripping his shin as I rolled my body.
He cursed around my nipple and doubled his efforts, and that slow, creeping orgasm consumed me completely. I came hard, my whole body throbbing, like one big wave of pleasure. Then I was on my back with Royal on top of me, slamming into me with a chaotic energy that had another orgasm chasing the one I’d just had. I screamed his name as he chanted mine.
“Fuck, Charlotte… Fuck, oh god.” He grunted as he came, the lines of his body straining as I held on for dear life.
He collapsed on top of me, catching himself on his elbows and burying his face in the pillow beside my ear. Nothing could be heard but our panting breaths and the sound of the television in the living area turned way, way up.
I stroked my fingers up and down his spine. “Holy hell. That was…”
“Yeah.”
“You fucked me so good, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same,” I purred in his ear. “My good boy.”
He shivered on top of me with a groan. “Stop, or I’ll get hard again.” I felt his dick twitch inside me.
I snorted a laugh. “Not even the almighty Royal has that good of a refractory period.”
He reared back, the look on his face telling me he was taking that challenge personally. “I’m about to ruin this pussy for anyone else, Toy.” He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “It’s my turn now.”
“You can’t just barge in here!” Shep’s shout woke me from the warm cocoon of Royal’s arms.
A gruff voice replied, “Yeah, this says we can.”
The door to the bedroom opened, and a man in a suit stood there, silhouetted by the hall lighting. Royal sat up, his body between mine and the men in the doorway.
“What is the fucking meaning of this?”
It was in that moment I realized that outside of the band, Royal was rich as hell. Because when cops turned up at the door—and I had no doubt these were detectives, given the ill-fitting suits and the uniformed officers behind them—poor people got scared. Rich people got outraged.
“We have an arrest warrant for Charlotte Lochrin. Miss, you’re going to have to come with us.”
Royal pointed at the door. “Like hell. Get the fuck out of here so she can get dressed. Then you can show me your damn warrant. This is bullshit!” he yelled, but my whole body was shaking.
The detective looked at me, taking in my naked shoulders, and his lip curled. I could tell exactly what he was thinking, that I was some whore-groupie. In a way, he was right. That’s exactly what I was. “We’ll be right outside the door.”
My lungs felt like they were locking up. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe.
Royal gripped my face hard, and I flinched away. He removed his hands, like they were on fire. “No, Charlotte, I wouldn’t…” He looked horrified. “I’d never hurt you. Never, you hear me? I need you to breathe and get dressed, okay? Fuck, I need Poet in here. Breathe with me, okay? Deep breath in…” He scrambled around for his jeans and a shirt, then found my band hoodie in the hamper. “Now out.” I breathed out on his command. “Now in… Arms up.” He pulled the hoodie over my head. “And out. Are you with me, baby? I promise, it’s going to be okay.”
I believed him. I did.
He let out a relieved sigh. “That’s it. Good girl. Now, put on some pants and we’ll go and get this all figured out, okay?”
I found underwear and some jeans, and quickly dragged them on. I put my hair up into a ponytail on top of my head, but my hands were shaking, so it took twice as long.
Royal held out his arms, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’ve got you.”
He stepped out of the room, and then a detective was there, grabbing me and putting my hands behind my back. “Charlotte Lochrin, you’re under arrest for grand larceny. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do or say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”
My eyes went wide, and I felt like they were going to pop out of my skull. “What?” I breathed, but they were already marching me toward the front of the tour bus. “Royal? Shep!”
I looked between the guys and suddenly noticed no one was wearing masks.
They were so fucking beautiful. Their mouths were open, and they all looked horrified, but it still didn’t dim their beauty.
“I didn’t do anything! I didn’t steal anything, I swear.”
Shep stepped into their way, blocking the door. “That’s bullshit. What the hell do they think she stole?”
“One point three million dollars.”
My knees went weak. “What?”
The detective glared at Shep. “Move, or I’ll take you down to the station too.”
I shook my head, imploring him to get out of the way. I couldn’t stand the thought of dragging him down with me. Knight reached out and gripped Shep’s arm. His hair fell over his forehead, and I wanted to smooth it back.
“You’re no good to her in lock-up. She’ll be out by midday,” he said firmly, but the promise was to me.
Hero had his phone to his ear. “I’m getting you a lawyer. Don’t say anything to anyone, Charlotte,” he told me as they marched me out of the bus. Thankfully, most people were still asleep, with only a few roadies and the security guards awake to see my walk of shame.
The officers put me in the back of a cop car, and I looked back at the bus. Shep was standing outside, watching me with a heartbreaking expression as we drove away.
No one talked to me on the ride to the police station, or as they booked me, taking my fingerprints. I could only imagine what would pop up when they ran those. By the time they interviewed me, they’d have formed a complete picture of me. Across the front of it would be guilty as fuck in big red letters.
They stuffed me into a holding cell with a prostitute, who was curled in on herself. She gave me a quick look, then went back to staring into space. That was fine; I didn’t want to talk anyway.
I put my head in my hands and tried to breathe. I hadn’t stolen anything. This had to have something to do with Tom, unless Jeanette from the Stop ‘n’ Shop had suddenly decided to charge me for stealing those peanut M&M’s sixteen years ago. That had been the beginning and the end of my shoplifting career. I was a lot of things, but I wasn’t a thief.
After several hours, they eventually came and put me in an interrogation room. Well, it said Meeting Room on the door, but the table was made of polished metal and one wall was entirely glass, so that seemed pretty interrogation-ish to me.
A cop came in, holding a remote and pointing to a camera in the corner. “We’re filming this interview. Do you consent?”
I nodded, figuring that having this on tape was better than letting them make up whatever they wanted. I’d been on the bad side of the cops before.
After a few minutes, the detective from earlier came in to sit opposite me. “Miss Lochrin, you’ve been quite difficult to track down. It took an anonymous tip to work out you’d hitched a ride with The Daymakers. A fan?”
I shook my head. “I hadn’t heard of them until several weeks ago.” The last thing I wanted to do was incriminate the guys in something they hadn’t done.
“Yet you’re traveling across the country with them?”
Hero’s words echoed in my head. “I’m not saying anything until my lawyer gets here.”
The detective gave me a smarmy smile. “As a matter of fact, your lawyer just arrived.”
Hero worked fast.
The door opened, and my relief turned to terror almost immediately. Tom stood in the doorway. His face was neutral, but his eyes promised pain.
My chair scraped back, and I shook my head forcefully. “No. No! He’s not my lawyer.”
The detective frowned between us, taking in my terror and Tom’s impassive face. “Are you sure?”
“Don’t worry, Detective. Miss Lochrin just has a fear of lawyers from her childhood. We are working through it. I just need a minute with my client in private.”
I looked at the detective, my eyes imploring him. “Please don’t leave me here with him. Please.” Terror was making my knees shake. “Please,” I breathed.
The detective looked at Tom. “Seems she’s revoking you as her lawyer, Mr…?”
“Granville. Thomas Granville Junior from the firm Helena, Perlman & Carlton out in LA.” Tom looked around the interview room with disdain, like it was dirty.
The detective’s voice turned icy. “As in, the firm suing Miss Lochrin for grand larceny? You don’t think representing her might be considered a conflict of interest?”
“She was once my girlfriend. I feel an obligation that she be represented to the full extent of her rights.”
He had an obligation to see me dead; that’s what his eyes were saying. I’d fucked up and pissed off a psycho.
The detective looked back at me. “Are you waiving your right to a lawyer?”
“I want him gone,” I squeaked out, panic stealing my words. “Please make him leave.”
The detective looked at the uniform, tilting his head at the door. The cop ushered Tom out, but not before he got the last word in. He always needed the last word.
“I’m going. I’ll stop and see The Daymakers instead. See if they have anything to add to your case. My private investigator was very thorough, so I’m sure I’ll catch them before they move on to their next stop.”
It was a threat in a pleasant tone. The cop shut the door in his face, and I let out a shuddering sob.
“Obviously you know him?”
I nodded, sitting back on the hard plastic chair before I collapsed. “My ex-boyfriend. He used to beat the shit out of me.”
The cop’s eyes turned flinty. “He seems like the type. When you’ve done this job as long as I have, the warning signs may as well be neon.” He shook his head, looking down at the folder in front of him. “Honestly, looking at your history, you may as well be a textbook abuse case too. Drug addict parents who dealt on the side. In and out of trouble with the law. A report in your father’s write-up says they had you carrying around bricks of methamphetamine in your Dora the Explorer backpack?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, they weren’t stellar examples of parenting.”
“Your mother, Sophia Lochrin, died of an OD when you were thirteen—”
I interrupted. “She left long before that.”
“And your father, Henry Lochrin, died in prison earlier this year, where he was serving fifteen years for drug charges.”
I jolted in my chair. My dad was dead? I didn’t have any love for the man, but he’d been my last living relative. “Oh.”
The detective frowned. “You didn’t know?” I shook my head, and he sighed. “Look, Charlotte. If you have anything you want to say, you should tell us now. If you wait for this to go to court, they are likely just going to see another bad apple in a barrel of bad apples and throw the book at you. You have the hallmark of a generational criminal.”
“I—”
The door burst open, and a harried-looking guy in a suit appeared. “My client is invoking her right to not incriminate herself. Tobias Lecter, attorney. Hero sent me.” He shook my hand and side-eyed the detective. “If I could have a moment with my client?”
The detective looked between us. “This one is actually your lawyer?” he asked, and I nodded. If Hero had sent him, I knew he was here to help.
“Yes.”
“You’ve got fifteen minutes.”
Tobias Lecter scoffed, but didn’t dispute his words. The lawyer was wearing a sharp three-piece suit in gunmetal gray, his hair combed back carefully, his eyes seeing everything. “Sorry I took so long. I had to get the private jet down from New York, which took longer than we would have liked.” He looked down at the charge sheet. “Seems the firm of Helena, Perlman & Carlton has accused you of stealing a hefty sum of money from their holding accounts. I can’t see why they would think you had anything to do with it. You aren’t a known hacker or anything, are you?”
I shook my head. “I can barely work my phone.”
“Hmm, their evidence seems… Oh. I see. They have your digital fingerprints all over it, and the account it was transferred into was… Charlotte Lochrin, LLC. Really?”
“It wasn’t me! As if I’d be that fucking stupid.”
The lawyer’s lips twisted. “Well, that’s true, but when you’ve been a lawyer as long as I have, stupidity isn’t really that unexpected.” He sighed, pulling out a tablet with an attached keyboard from his briefcase. “You better start at the beginning.”
THIRTY
KNIGHT
I paced up and down the bus. Royal was on the phone to Whitt and the label, who were absolutely losing their minds at the press drama of cops turning up at the arena and dragging Lottie away. Luckily, it had been early, so there were no photographs from paparazzi, but still, there were enough first-hand accounts that rumors were now flying around wild and unchecked.
