Lennon’s Trilogy
14) JINX
Jinx is the girl who stops Lennon from having sex with other women.
Jinx is the bad luck that causes Lennon to reevaluate his life.
RAIN
Rain cleanses of the body and spirit.
Rain is a metaphor for the sexual climax of a woman.
HOPE
Hope is a gift to Lennon and the love of his life.
Hope tears them apart and brings them together.
Excerpts
1. I wait patiently offstage. Indigo Blues has been playing for almost an hour, and the crowd loves them.
With sweat glistening on Lennon’s firm chest and abs, his tats shine under the spotlight. I’d like to claw out the Rain on his chest. How dare he put me over his heart?
“We’re going to slow it down,” Lennon says into the mike, his deep voice quivering my abdomen. “I’d like to introduce the love of my life and my wife, Rain from Crank.”
A few disappointed girls boo. Lennon has on leather pants, and it’s obvious he isn’t wearing underwear. That long penis splayed across his pelvis and riding down his thigh is no sock. And when he catches me staring at it, the damn thing grows. He dresses like a slut, but I can’t?
I strut onto the stage, imitating the Marilyn Monroe catwalk. I fake a smile despite the icepick stabbing my damaged leg. The guys in the front rows throw roses onto the stage and even a few girls do. Those must be for Lennon. I pick one up and smell the intoxicating scent. I’d like nothing more for us to be at home, the three of us.
Lennon meets me halfway and closes in on me. I suck in a quick breath, not suitable for singing. My legs shake being so close to him. A mixture of hate and lust fill my belly.
He nods at the band to keep playing the intro. He leans down and ties my shoes, like he did when I ran into him at the sorority party after not seeing him for eight years.
“You’re still my girl,” he says. The crowd quiets to hear him.
When he fingers back his dark curls, like he often does to Hope, a whimper escapes my lips. I glance away from his face, and my gaze lands on his loins.
He covers his mouthpiece and whispers into my ear, “Getting an eyeful?”
Ugh. I’m still staring at his crotch. I can’t help it. He might as well be naked wearing the tight leather.
Tears spring to my eyes. “I hate you,” I mouth.
Hurt shadows his eyes. His hand presses on my hip then glides over my butt, shoving me against his erection. He rubs it against me, and my knees almost give out. I long to carry his baby again, to feel her growing inside, her snare drum of kicks against my belly, to sing to her.
As Lennon grinds against me, a lot of girls groan down front.
“Make love to me,” he says into the mike.
When the song ends, Lennon doesn’t let go of me. He takes both hands and cups my cheeks. What the hell does he think he’s doing? One hand slides up my back and grips the back of my head. My body mutinies me and catches fire.
He leans down and forces my mouth open with his tongue. I struggle against him, but it’s of no use. He kisses me long, hard, and deep. So much desire fills that kiss my body goes limp in his arms.
The arena has grown strangely quiet. I break free, swing my opened hand at him, and slap him hard across the cheek. A handprint blooms there, throbbing a brutal red.
“Women,” he clucks into his mike, holding his cheek.
EXCERPT 2
I shackle both of Rain’s wrists above her head, so she cannot escape.
She rasps but doesn’t struggle against my bond. Those desert-blue-sky eyes smolder and lock onto mine.
I slam my groin into her, my cock hard and throbbing for her. “Why are you here? To torture me?”
She blinks at me. “Huh?”
“You look so fucking hot. Why would you come here? Why would you hurt me like this?” I smash my lips into hers, hungry and hot, and she fiercely kisses me back. Her tongue collides with mine. “Please don’t do this to me, Rain.” Did she change her mind? It doesn’t seem likely from the finality of the no-contest clause.
Her chin drops to her chest, and her gaze lands on the fresh bruising on the inside of my arm. Without breaking my tight grip, she gently kisses the mark. I wrestle my arm free and hide my shame behind my back while the other pins her against the wall. “I’ve only done it a couple times.” It’s a lie. I’ve shot up a half-dozen times since I got the papers. “I’m not an addict.”
“Please stop.” Her eyes shine with pain for me. “I love you, and I want more children…with you and only you.”
“What?” What is she saying? I avert my eyes and my disgrace. “It’s no longer your concern. I’ve got this under control.”
“You don’t.” One hand wriggles free, her fingers trace my parched lips, and my cock aches for her. “What are you doing with these girls? Do you know how much it hurts me? And the drugs. That’s far worse.”
