Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) (34 page)

CHAPTER 30 - DANCING

Gibson

Jeez. My head is bursting
. I woke up late in the day with the mother of all headaches. At first I didn’t know where I was and had little recollection of the night before. Then I remembered Syd asked for a favor. So we showed up to the launch party of a new band he’d signed.

I racked my brain for some memory of what had happened to me after a certain point, but I drew a blank. There were snapshots of people in my mind, Toby, Len and a few other people I’d spoken with. Then I remembered drinking with Toby and me dancing with girls. Vague recollections of some random woman dancing naked on a table, but that’s all I could remember.

What the fuck was I doing drinking?
Toby had come to the launch but I couldn’t remember how he got there, and I found it impossible not to drink around that guy. Stretching out, I smoothed my hand down my abs in a gesture of self-comfort and stroked my morning wood resting my hand around it. Chloe’s soft, hot little body came into my mind and I instantly found myself stroking up and down my shaft slowly while her tight little ass played on my mind.

I hadn’t even woken up properly and opened my eyes, yet I was horny just at the thought of Chloe. There and then I promised to make it home to her. Another day without her and I was going to be unbearable to be around.  I began to think about her ass and how it felt over my hands and how good she tasted on my mouth. The more I thought about it, the wilder the fantasy and the harder I got. Within a couple of minutes I was tugging rapidly at it, but it didn’t feel like enough.

When I came–my release was purely functional. There was no way my hand satisfied me. Nothing was going to appease my dick now that I’d been back inside Chloe’s tight little pussy with those smooth, slick little walls completely.

Rolling to my right, I found a box of tissues on the nightstand and once I had wiped cum off my dick I stretched out restlessly again.  I knew that it wasn’t going to be long before I’d be fantasizing about what I was going to do to her and about getting home to Chloe. I’d only been inside her for one night in months and I wasn’t sure whether that was worse now that I had been again, or if I should have waited until I had gotten back from this trip.

I rolled to my left at the same time as I heard a loud female groan. Startled I edged myself up on my elbows and looked out into the large suite. Morgan was lying on a couch about fifteen feet away, on her side; her ass, except for a thong string, was bare and facing in my direction.

Throwing myself back down heavily on the bed I was both pissed at myself and horrified at the situation, wondering what the hell she was doing back at Len’s place with me. With no memory of her from the night before, I had no idea how she got there.

Nothing was coming to me, but my only saving grace was that she was asleep on the couch and not in my bed. Then I started to deduce I could have fucked her there then crawled into bed, so I dragged my ass out of bed and snatched my cell phone off the nightstand as I headed to the bathroom so she wouldn’t hear me and called Johnny.

Johnny answered clearing his throat. He sounded rough, croaking, “Yep?” His tired gravelly tone pissed me off because he should have had my back. In a hissed whisper and a low angry tone, I asked, “What the fuck happened last night? Morgan is lying practically bare assed on the couch in my room. Please tell me I didn’t fuck her.”  Raking my hand through my hair, I caught sight of how rough I looked in the mirror. My guts were in agony; twisting in knots at the potential I had done something so monumentally wrong.  I prayed for everything to be a bad dream.

“Why didn’t you keep her the fuck away from me? The last thing I remember is talking to Syd and the band.  One minute Len was telling me that Toby had arrived and the next I’m doing shots and dancing. I’m never drinking with that fucking Toby again. Don’t let me do that ever again. Promise me you’ll knock me the fuck out before you let that happen again.” Johnny hacked a cough and grunted while he listened and I knew he was getting his shit together before he replied.

“Gib, you were a fucking mess, dude. When I tried to have a quiet word with you, you told me…and I quote, “Mind your fucking business, Johnny. Just because I hire you to work for me doesn’t give you the right to tell me I’ve had enough to drink. You are crossing the fuckin’ line, dude.

“Five months I held my shit together while Chloe’s head got straightened out, I deserve to have fun and enjoy myself with my buddies for one night. Sit back, relax, don’t fucking interfere. It’s not your place. You are not working tonight. Interrupt me again and you’re fucking crossing the line, understand? Or words to that effect.”

Whoa! Fuck
.  I knew I was an asshole when I was drunk but I can’t ever remember saying anything close to that to Johnny before. The guy had always been reliable and practically invisible when I had nights out. Johnny usually managed my security effortlessly, so for me to behave like that I must have been feeling pretty out of my depth about something. Mumbling about being drunk and not knowing what I was doing, I struggled to apologize outright.

“Just cut me some slack and give me the short version of what went on before Morgan wakes up. Fuck this is a cluster fuck.” I began pacing on the cold marble floor in the bathroom and rubbing my chest while I waited to hear the damage I’d caused. All I could think about was Chloe and how she was going to feel. I hadn’t even called her last night because I got drunk before I’d even thought about it.

Johnny grunted again, like he was sitting up, I heard a noise like slapping skin and Johnny then he said, “Get up, doll you gotta leave
now
. Come on get your ass out of the bed and leave, I got a job to do. Thanks for everything, you were a great ride, honey.” I heard a very disgruntled female voice telling him he was an asshole, then some rustling followed by a hard bang, which I figured was his door.

Suddenly I heard Johnny’s voice slightly echoing and then I heard him passing urine. “Fuck Johnny are you gonna have a shit and a shave as well before you fill me in, dude? Tell me what the fuck happened last night.”

Johnny let out a huge puff of air slowly and I could feel whatever he was going to tell me was going to be bad.  “Alright are you ready for this?” I wasn’t but I need to know what I was dealing with.

“So as you know you got rat-assed-drunk. Tori arrived—Syd had invited her not knowing the drama she caused when she was with us. Once M3rCy had agreed to make an appearance he thought he’d better extend the invitation to her as well, because he had no idea that she wasn’t staying. Anyway, she waited until you were really drunk and made her move. To cut a long story short— her hands were all over you and I have to say Gib, the way you were dancing with her you were almost dry humping her.”

“Fuck!” I was clearly off my face. There was no way I’d have gone near her had I been sober. How was I going to explain it to Chloe? If I was
that
drunk then I’m sure I made an ass of myself and let Chloe down.

“Where does Morgan fit into all of this? Sweet, Jesus, I’m utterly fucked aren’t I?” My heart was aching in my chest at the thought that Chloe was going to have to deal with more shit and this time of my making.

“You owe Morgan. Apparently she saw you had arrived in LA on TV, and when she saw the footage of the chaos as you arrived at our offices, she headed down from Sacramento where she was staying with friends. By the way she is still extremely pissed at you so don’t expect an easy ride when she wakes up.”

“I’m not fucking her, Johnny.” Starting the shower faucet running, my mind was going over everything I could possibly say to Chloe that would make what happened at the party okay. There were no positives coming to mind with that particular exercise.

“Jeez, Gib, I mean she’s going to ride your ass for what you did to her at the cabin up north.”

My mind was so focused on being able to get myself off the hook about my legacy that I couldn’t even listen in context at that point. “All I can hear is you connecting me to riding her or her riding me so fucking change your language choices, the words you are using are making me more frustrated about this by the minute.”

“Morgan wanted to talk to you so she showed up at the offices. You were the one that gave her a swipe card to enter the building in the first place. You haven’t taken that back from her. She has access all over the place. Her lanyard has shit on it that gets her everywhere. So Kiri, the big titted receptionist, gave her your whereabouts and she showed up.” He sniffed down the phone and I felt he’d only given me half the story.

“So…”

“So she saw how drunk you were… you were completely trashed by the way, and she saw how Tori was behaving around you, like she was gonna whip your dick out and blow you on the dance floor, so she swooped in to save the day.”

“Morgan did that? So, she dragged me away from Tori then what?”

“Then nothing. When I told Morgan not to pull a fast one and take advantage of you being drunk she said, ‘I wouldn’t fuck Gibson if he were dying and it could save his life’.” Johnny laughed hard at that comment, then coughed and remembered who he was talking to.

“What I mean is, we got you in the car and brought you back here, she stayed with you to make sure you didn’t choke...so you really didn’t fuck her?”

Poking my head around the door to the couch, Morgan was still flat out. “Fuck, how can you tell if you fucked someone when they are lying unconscious?”

Johnny started to laugh again but I was having a serious sense of humor failure. None of it was remotely funny. This was my life. Chloe was my life. The girl that was lying on my couch was someone I used to fuck. How does that look with my history and the fact that I don’t even trust myself not to get it wrong?

“How much did you drink last night?”

“Me? I don’t drink when I’m on duty boss.”

“What did you drink when you got back here?”

“Never got as far as drinking, my dick was down that broad’s throat before I’d closed the door here.”

“Get the plane ready. I’m heading back to Breckenridge.”

“But you got…”

“Fuck, Johnny. Take your ass down to the airfield and get the fucking plane ready. I’m not interested in anything except seeing Chloe, although what the fuck I’m gonna say to her is gonna have to be all kinds of fuckin’ inspirational.” By that time my voice was loud because I wasn’t able hold back the fear of what this looked like even to me, and I forgot that I was trying to be quiet.

“Gibson?”
Fuck. I woke her up.

“Morgan’s awake. Get the fucking plane. I’m leaving here in an hour.”

Swiping my phone closed I tossed it on the counter beside the white porcelain sink and stepped in the shower. Luckily the glass was completely steamed up by the time Morgan reached the bathroom.

“Gibson?” I closed my eyes trying to shut out the emotion of hurting her. This was yet another thing I didn’t really want to do but there could be no mixed messages for Morgan. Plus, what I said and her response would tell me in no uncertain terms what went down between us.

“Thanks for what you did last night Morgan but you can’t be here. I can’t have you here. I’m with Chloe. You need to leave.”  Shit I felt bad but not half as bad as I thought Chloe might feel if she got wind of this before I got to her.

“What the fuck, Gibson? From where I was standing you’d pretty much forgotten about Chloe when you were on that dancefloor. And…that’s the thanks I get for lying on that uncomfortable jagged material sofa all night to stop you from dying of alcohol poisoning?”

“Yeah and what else, Morgan. Why did you really stay?”

A loud bang rang out as the impact of whatever she threw at the toughened shower glass rocked me to my core. “Fuck! Are you insane? What was that?”

“Am
I
insane? I just saved your ass from becoming another rock-star-dies-in-bed-after choking-on-his-own-vomit headline, you ungrateful bastard.”

“Oh! Do you want a thank-you-for-saving-me fuck?” Swallowing hard, I knew how callous I sounded but she had to leave.

“That’s it. I’m going. Fuck you, Gibson Barclay. We’re done.” Morgan disappeared into the bedroom and I continued to shower hoping to stay there until she’d gone completely. I didn’t want to come face to face with her again. If I did I knew she’d pull all that teary female shit and I’d say something even worse to her.

Turning the shower off I was just about to step out when her lanyard came over the shower glass and landed on my head. “Keep your fucking passes and key cards they’re no good to me. You’re a selfish asshole and I want nothing more to do with you.”

I jumped when she banged the bathroom door behind her then heard her bang the bedroom one. Leaning back against the cold tile I sighed deeply. I liked Morgan a lot as a friend, but I loved Chloe and female friends like Morgan could only complicate things even further.

The way Morgan had responded was entirely appropriate and if I had dipped my dick in there, she’d have had my balls for the way I’d handled her this morning. So I’d had a narrow escape.

One thing was for sure. My drinking was a problem. I could only hope that Chloe believes that even though some of my more suggestive behavior reared its head with my alcohol intake, I hadn’t cheated on her.

CHAPTER 31 – PHOTOGRAPH

Chloe

Staring at the blurred images in front of me, there was little doubt in my mind about being able to excuse what I was looking at. Gibson was up close and personal with Tori in the picture, his hands on her hips, her ass leaning into his front. She was looking over her shoulder at him. There was no doubt in my mind that Gibson was drunk but there was lust in his eyes. I knew that look, I see it every time he looks at me.

As my stinging eyes ticked over the photograph on the screen it looked pretty damning and I was struggling to find something that made what I was looking at, a farce. Simon was dancing near Gibson and Len was grinning in the background. Johnny was standing to the side, his legs slightly parted, arms folded across his chest and with a grim look on his face. It was how
he
was looking at Gibson that made it all the more real.