With Vengeance (22 page)

He frowned, suddenly feeling selfish for the
excitement at the potential to go in bareback. Just because they
had a clean bill of health didn’t resolve everything. It was time
to come clean about him being her IT Guy as well. Honesty was the
first part of any real relationship. Even—or especially—the
complicated ones.

Closing his eyes, he formulated a plan. It
was absolutely ridiculous, but it had the benefit of a purely open
reveal of the truth, and it could potentially stave off a scene.
However, just in case things blew up in his face, he wanted at
least one more brief time in her arms.

Was that wrong?

***

Kat breathed a small sigh of relief as she
got off the phone with the clinic. She was clean. The skeevy
STD-ridden rockstar stereotype did not, apparently, apply to
Klement. Granted, she’d been fairly certain that he wasn’t that
type, but ever since the time Richard had gotten her drunk and
snuck in without a condom, she’d grown paranoid. Waiting for
those
results had been more agonizing and taken longer.

She still couldn’t believe Klement had given
the clinic a fat donation to ensure they worked quickly. Was he so
anxious to touch her again? She was anxious to touch him. So was
this why he hadn’t approached her last night? Had he wanted to wait
for the verdict?

Suddenly nervous but also dying to know, she
left her room just as Klement emerged from his office.

“I got the all clear,” she said softly.

He smiled. “Me too.” Glancing over her
shoulder down the hall, he reached out and stroked her hair. His
eyes glittered with unbanked desire. “Maybe if we can get rid of
the guys tonight, we can celebrate.”

Raw need coursed through her. “God, I hope
so.”

Alas, the Fates conspired against them. She
perked up with excitement when, after dinner, Cliff asked Rod to
take him out drinking, but Rod declined.

“Sorry, mate, I have a bastard of a
headache.” The drummer rubbed his temples. “Too much beating on my
kit. I’m going to take a Motrin and lie down.”

The singer turned to Kat with an entreating
smile. “What about you, babe?”

“Um.” She fumbled for an excuse. “I gotta
monitor the comments on my announcement that I’ll be playing
Thrashfest. The website’s exploding, both with comments
congratulating me and others outraged that I’m going to be
playing.” Which was exactly why she’d stuck Kinley with moderator
duty. She wasn’t anywhere ready to read the fandom’s reactions in
depth.

Cliff pouted and nodded reluctantly. “I
understand. I hope it’s not too big of a clusterfuck.” He ran a
hand through his hair and paced the kitchen. “Damn. And speaking of
Internet crazies, Klement’s gonna be too busy tracking down mine to
take me to the bar. Maybe I should just go by myself.”

“No,” Klement said firmly, speaking up from
the other end of the table. “Not tonight. We also have real-life
crazies to worry about. Not to mention the fact that you can’t
afford another DUI.”

The singer’s pout deepened. “Fine. Though you
realize we haven’t had anything happen in a while. Maybe the son of
a bitch gave up.”

“Those kind of loons never give up,” Klement
grunted. He shot Cliff a glare. “Hey, that’s my rum.”

“Come on, man, you won’t let me go anywhere
and I’m out of whiskey.” The singer rummaged in the fridge for a
can of Coke. “Besides, you barely drink. You’re letting it go to
waste.”

Klement sighed. “You eat all my food, smoke
all my weed, and now you wanna drink all my booze?”

“Oh, speaking of weed—”

Rod perked up. “I do have a headache, you
know.”

Klement laughed. “Oh, all right, let’s go
upstairs.”

Heavy with disappointment, Kat headed to her
room. Always with the weed-smoking. Why couldn’t those other two
just take off for a little while so she could be alone with
Klement? And why was he allowing them to smoke up all of his
stuff?

A twinge of shame struck her at her
hostility. They were her bandmates. It was wrong to bear them
resentment, especially if they were all interested in the same
thing. At least there was always tomorrow. And maybe Klement would
be up for watching a movie with her later tonight. After all, she
enjoyed his company when they were clothed as well.

Digging out her pajamas and a towel from her
clean laundry basket, she showered. When the guys came back
downstairs, Klement disappeared back into his office and Roderick
went to bed. Cliff went God knew where with his pilfered rum.

Oh. So much for a movie. Fighting
disappointment, Kat curled up in bed with her Kindle. It had been
ages since she’d just relaxed and read.

Before she knew it, it was after midnight.
Yawning, she headed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

The hallway was dark and silent, except for
faint snores coming from Cliff’s room. Just when she turned to head
back to bed, however, a shadow fell over her.
Klement.
And
he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

She froze, captivated by the sight of his
muscled form.

He took her hand and held a finger to his
lips as he led her into his room. After locking the door, he
grasped her pajama top and pulled it up over her head. Immediately
he sank to his knees and buried his face between her breasts. Kat
looked down at him and was struck breathless by his masculine
beauty. How could she have ever thought that Cliff was the
better-looking man? Not in a million years.

All rational thought shattered when Klement’s
fingers slid down her belly and seized the waistband of her pajama
pants. Pulling them down, and her panties as well, he sank to a
sitting position, kissing her stomach and hip bones. Then he
lowered his head between her legs. When his tongue flicked across
her clit, Kat nearly stumbled from the electric pleasure. He licked
and kissed and sucked until she was slick, wet, and whimpering.

Before her knees gave out, he scooped her up
and placed her on the bed. Kat watched, transfixed as he pulled
down his pants. His cock stood hard and enormous, with a beauty all
of its own. She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her again.

Climbing onto the bed, he cupped her face and
kissed her senseless before easing her down on her stomach.
Straddling her hips, he kissed and caressed her everywhere until
yet again she was begging.

At last he gave her what she wanted and
worked his cock inside her with torturous slowness. She gasped at
every hot inch. His fingers brushed aside her hair and stroked her
cheek, that tenderness countering his hard, deep thrusts. Kat
turned her head slightly to kiss his knuckles. His index finger
stroked her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip.

Klement growled against her neck, and slowly
he guided his finger into her mouth. Something about it felt
decadent and naughty. Kat sucked the digit like she had sucked his
cock earlier, arching her hips to echo the rhythm of him moving
inside her.

His breath hissed through his teeth, making
her feel wicked. Oh he liked that, did he? Her tongue laved his
finger as she sucked on him harder. She felt his cock spasm inside
her, and his thrusts became more savage.

Wow. The penetration felt deeper and more
intense at this angle. Almost unbearable. Even still, Kat shifted
beneath Klement and spread her legs wider, taking him deeper.

The sensation was overpowering, making her
throb in that deep, hidden place. It would almost hurt if it didn’t
feel so good. She moaned around his finger. She couldn’t possibly
take more, but her body told her otherwise, begging for him to go
deeper, harder.

Klement’s cock pulsed against her G-spot, his
finger thrusting into her mouth, making her take him deeper that
way as well. Dark pleasure tingeing her vision, Kat obliged,
sucking harder, tightening her pussy around him. She could feel
every inch of him scalding her from the inside, claiming her,
owning her.

Pain and pleasure mingled within her,
coursing through her body. Her climax roared through her, and she
spasmed around Klement with such intensity that she bucked against
him. Her pleasure crested higher, until she thought she’d die if
she took any more. And as much as she tried to hold back, loud
cries erupted from her.

Klement was merciless. He withdrew his finger
but his hand wrapped around her jaw, silencing her. His other hand
gripped hers tightly, pinning it to the mattress. And since she
knew he was only trying to keep her quiet so they weren’t
discovered, the feeling of him holding her down, overpowering her,
made her come harder.

Just as the waves of pleasure began to
subside, Klement bit her neck and a low groan escaped his throat.
She felt his cock pulse inside her, and a second orgasm burst over
her, washed through her, making her tremble and her vision shatter
into a billion particles of light.

Klement’s delicious weight settled upon her
back, their bodies heaving together as they caught their breath. He
uncovered her mouth and brushed her hair to the side to trail light
kisses on her cheek and down her neck, making her tremble anew.
Then, slowly, he rose from the bed and grabbed a towel from the
laundry basket to clean up.

Rolling onto her back, Kat watched with rapt
fascination as he wiped his still-hard cock. She blushed when he
met her gaze. That blush deepened when he came back to the bed and
gently wiped down her damp center and the insides of her
thighs.

Tossing the towel on the floor with his other
dirty clothes, he gave her a concerned look. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all.” She caressed his bare
chest, awed that he cared so much about how she felt.

He still looked worried. “It was just
that…well, you were getting kinda loud and I didn’t want to wake up
the guys.”

“Actually, it was kinda hot.” She shivered
with the memory of their lovemaking. Never before had she felt so
completely taken. “I never knew I was this kinky.”

“Me neither.” He cupped her cheek and lowered
his head to kiss her lightly. “Still, you’re so small. If I’m ever
hurting you…”

She smirked. “I’ll bite.”

He chuckled low before getting back into the
bed and gathering her into his arms. Kat rested her head against
his chest, listening to his heart, which was still pounding from
their sensual exertions.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she
murmured.

“Mmmm.” He kissed the top of her head.

But, no. Things couldn’t last forever. “I
suppose you’ll want me to go back to my room.”

He held her tighter. “Not just yet. This
feels nice.”

It felt more than nice to Kat; it felt like
heaven. The other guys she’d been with had been the types to roll
over and start snoring after sex. And until tonight, she’d expected
Klement to be no different. Granted, the last two times hadn’t left
them much opportunity to bask in the post-coital glow, but who
would have guessed he was a cuddler?

I could definitely fall in love with this
man.

The thought caused a ripple of alarm to
reverberate through Kat, but at her slight shiver Klement cuddled
her closer, rubbing her back in soothing motions.

They dozed together for a blissful eternity
before Kat reluctantly disentangled herself from his embrace and
rolled out of the bed. Klem mumbled in a pleading tone, reaching
for her as she donned her pajamas. But though it hurt to leave him
now, having him inevitably send her away later and on his own terms
would be even more painful.

Chapter Nineteen

“That fucking cunt!”

Richard slammed his fists into the steering
wheel of his Kia and glared at Kat’s little green wagon parked in
the studio lot. Somehow she’d gotten that piece of shit back on the
road. All of his hard work and he’d only temporarily hindered her.
Impotent rage roiled in his gut. It was all he could do not to
charge into the building and bust her pretty lips.

The sight of the car was like rubbing salt in
an open wound. A wound that still throbbed after reading her post
last night. Bleeding Vengeance was actually going to let her play
on stage with them? Why couldn’t he catch a goddamned break?

The post had featured a picture of her with
her guitar, looking sexy as hell. He remembered when she and her
bitch-friend Kinley went to a professional photographer to have
those taken. They’d wanted the shots for promotion “in case they
got another band together.” How he’d laughed.

It wasn’t funny anymore.

Cliff had to be fucking her. Why else would
they let her in their band?

He’d glared at the picture of the singer at
the top of the post, looking like an arrogant sack of shit next to
their limey drummer and faggot bassist. He couldn’t believe Cliff
had ditched him. He’d really thought they could be friends, but
then Cliff stopped coming into the club and wouldn’t return his
calls. No, he’d likely been too busy screwing Kat, and from the
look of things, fixing her car. The guy must be one hell of a pussy
for her to have him wrapped around her finger like that. What kind
of sorry excuse for a man ignored the credo of bros before
hoes?

“I’ll get you both,” he vowed, as he’d sworn
at their pictures on the website last night. He’d logged in
anonymously and called them both every rightfully deserved
expletive he could think of, but that wasn’t nearly satisfying
enough. Fingering his backstage pass for Thrashfest, he smiled,
though it was more of a grimace. He would have his satisfaction at
the concert. But for now he needed to get back to Idaho. The car
was due back at the rental agency, and he needed to move a lot of
product to be able to afford the next trip. Unfortunately, he
couldn’t afford another rental to take him to Wisconsin.

So, he’d have to take the bus. Flying was out
of the question due to a certain item he intended to bring.