CHAPTER 20
By eight o’clock that night I was dressed in a short black leather dress and knee high leather boots, my hair was a long and bouncy mass of curls and my makeup applied by professionals to perfection. I had downed three glasses of champagne and snorted two lines of coke, Ashley’s brother had supplied her with some top notch class A shit along with a few ecstasy pills that we would take later in the night. By eleven o’clock when we walked into Kings, I was buzzing and felt on top of the world. I loved turning up here when there was a queue and walking straight past everyone to the front.
My Dad and Bailey had done me proud, the room was decorated exactly as I had asked them to, in Ashley’s favourite colour of purple, matched with silver, there was a small table with nibbles on and waiters and waitresses on hand with champagne. Jimmie had come in the limo with us and had told me that the boys had a driver and would be leaving from her place about now so to expect them within the hour.
Bailey appeared at my side and gave me a cuddle, I could see the eyes of Ashley’s friends light up as they looked my eldest brother over. “How you doing little sister Georgia? See you got papped last night outside the Indian. I’ve called in a few extra doormen in case there’s any problems tonight.”
“Thanks big brother Bailey, the boys are bringing their own blokes and thanks for all this too, it looks great.”
“Not a problem, Mum’s been here all afternoon organising all of this, you know what she’s like but I’ve gotta admit, it looks nice, she does have a good eye.” My stomach lurches a little bit at the mention of my Mum and I feel guilty, despite everything, she still came here today and did this for my friend.
“How is she?” I ask him, he shrugs.
“She’s actually really pissed off with herself; she can’t believe she believed that girl without checking out her story.”
“That’s just typical Mum though Bails, she only ever sees the good in everyone, she thinks we’re all as nice as her.”
He nods in agreement. “Exactly, that’s why you shouldn’t be so hard on her, she f*cked up. We all do it at least once in our lives, most of us even more.”
“Yeah, I know, I’ll sort it between us, I promise.”
“Make sure you do, right, enjoy yourselves and behave, your pupils are already like saucers.” He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m watching you Georgia, no doing any of that shit in public, you never know who might be watching, especially as you’re practically famous now.” He kisses my hair and leaves, kisses Jims cheek and leaves.
“Shit George, your brothers are so f*ckin’ good lookin’, even your Mum and Dad are still hot.”
“Eww, Ash.”
“Well it’s true and then look, your brothers marrying Jimmie and she’s gorgeous, you lot are gonna produce the next generation of beautiful people between ya’s.” Jimmie and I just shake our heads and laugh, Ashley’s buzzing. We call her machine gun lips when she’s on, because she talks so fast.
The VIP bar has its own dance floor overlooking the main dance floor, with the same music pumped in through a hidden sound system. Friday nights are always dance music nights and I can’t keep still, I love dancing, after so many years of not listening to music, I found that when I first started coming to clubs with Ash, that I just couldn’t stand still. I don’t know if it was because I was pretty sure I wouldn’t hear a Carnage song in a nightclub and I just relaxed enough to enjoy myself or maybe it was the drugs but I just had to dance and tonight it didn’t matter either way, in fact I would love to hear a Carnage song, just so that I could dance my arse off to it.
Ash, Jimmie and I headed down to the main dance floor as no one was dancing up in our section yet. We had arrived early so that Ash was there to greet her guests, but most wouldn’t arrive until after midnight, which is when we usually turned up. We dance for four or five songs and when we get sick of fighting off the unwanted attention of sweaty men, we head upstairs; as soon as we enter the bar. I know that Sean is there, I just feel it, feel him, it was like, long fingers of electricity reached out from him, toward me, even if they didn’t quite touch me. I could still feel the current, the pull and I think it worked in reverse for him, at least I hoped it did.
Ashley had warned all of her friends that the boys would be here tonight and she had asked them all not to ask for autographs and just treat them as normal blokes on a night out, which I should’ve realised to some women meant that they could chat them up as they would any other good looking blokes. I spotted Marley first; he was taller than Len now, who he was stood next to. Sean was right at the end and seemed to be receiving the most attention from Jill and Coral, Ashley’s two friends who had arrived in the limo with us, they were both dressed like cheap, nasty sluts and had not shut up about Sean and Marley all night. I had reminded them earlier that Sean was my boyfriend and they had given me an ‘of course he his sweetheart’ patronizing type of smile, why would they believe me? If all they ever read were the newspaper stories about him and Marley. Why would they believe he suddenly had a girlfriend? Why would anyone? Suddenly that old familiar rage I used to feel, back when the band were just starting out, started to burn inside me and I clenched my fists, Jimmie didn’t miss it, not for a second.
“George, no trouble.” I didn’t even look at her, I just walked over to where they all stood, Jill had her hand on Sean’s chest, so I grabbed it and bent it back as far as I dare, she yelped out in pain. “Get your f*ckin’ hands off him.”
“Whoa, whoa, Georgia.” Lennon jumped in and pulled my hand from hers.
Sean just smiled at me. “Georgia baby, you are such a bad girl.”
His eyes are glassy and he stinks of whiskey and I love him so very, very much. Milo the bouncer from Spain steps out of thin air and escorts Jill and Coral away. Marley passes me a glass of champagne and says, “Little sister Georgia, what are we gonna do with you and that temper of yours?”
He shakes his head as if he’s telling me off. “We’re not gonna do anything with that temper of hers,” Sean says. “Because she makes me so f*ckin horny when she gets all green eyed, I f*ckin’ love it.”
Lennon and Marley both shake their heads. “You two are a f*ckin’ nightmare.”
Len looks at me. “We just had to practically sit on him when he saw some bloke touch you on the dance floor.”
I smile up at him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Did they baby, did you get jealous?”
“Yes, I told you this morning I get jealous; I hate the thought of you even talking to other blokes, let alone them touching you.” I kiss him, hard on the mouth. “You look stunning G, f*cking gorgeous.”
Before I can answer, Ashley calls out. “Oi George, you gonna do the honours or what babe?”
I smile at her bluntness. “Of course, sorry, how rude of me.”
She comes over and stands beside me, we link arms. “Ashley, this is my boyfriend Sean and this is my brother Marley, Lennon you already know and Jimmie is just Jimmie… Boys, I don’t know if you remember Ash from school, think you might have already left by the time she started, but anyway, this is my good friend, work colleague and birthday girl Ashley Parker.”
“Happy birthday Darlin’,” Sean says and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
“Wow, I mean thanks, thank you and thanks for coming. Love your work by the way, sorry, I know it’s your night off but just wanted to get that out there.”
Sean just smiles and says, “Not a problem and thanks for the invite.”
But Ashley is no longer listening, she’s looking at Marley and Marley is looking at Ash, with his mouth almost hanging open to the floor. Sean uses the back of his hand under Marley’s bottom jaw and closes it.
Marl’s eyes wander over to me and he swallows, then says to Ash, “Happy birthday Ashley, you’re beautiful.”
“Okaaay,” Jimmie says and grabs my arm, I in turn grab Sean’s and we all turn in the opposite direction and leave the love/lust struck couple to chat. Sean and I stand and talk with Jimmie and Lennon and the continuous flow of people that come over and talk to us. There are a few people from school there, some Sean remembers, some he doesn’t but they all remember him and Marley, who is still at the end of the bar drooling over Ash.
After about an hour, Sean grabs my hand and says into my ear, “Come and dance with me.” He pulls me to the dance floor, where one of my favourite songs is playing, Soul 11 Soul’s ‘Back to life’.
Sean and I have only ever slow danced together, this song is too fast for a slow dance but too slow for a fast dance, but we manage. Sean pulls my back into his chest and I grind into him, he holds me against him by splaying his hand over my belly, with his other hand, he moves my hair off of my neck and scrapes his teeth over my bare shoulder, all the way to my nape. I lift my arm and curl it backward around his neck as I grab at his hair and grind my arse right into his rock hard cock.
“F*ck Gia, I need to be inside you, is there somewhere we can go?”
I turn around to face him and pull his hips into mine, I grab his hand and go in search of Bailey, luckily his office is upstairs and I don’t have to drag Sean through the crowd downstairs.
I knock on Bailey’s door and open it before he replies, he looks up from paper work and I give him my best smile. “What?” he asks, he knows the look I’m giving him means I want something.
“Maca.” He nods at Sean.
“Big brother Bailey?”
“What dya want George?”
“This room.”
“What?”
“This room, can we borrow this room for like…”
“Twenty minutes,” Sean jumps in. Bailey looks from me to Sean and back to Sean again.
“You’re seriously asking to borrow my office, to f*ck my sister in Maca? You’ve got some balls.”
“Bails please, we’ve got a lot of making up to do, I’ll owe you big time, pleeease,” I whine.
He sighs, stands from his desk and throws me the keys. “Fifteen minutes, don’t make a mess and I want ten tickets with back stage passes for your next concert.”
“Cheers mate, not a problem, you can have twenty, fifty even,” Sean shouts as Bailey leaves. I lock the door after him.
As I turn around Sean is on me, his mouth slams onto mine, his tongue inside, hungrily seeking mine, he unzips my leather dress and because it’s strapless and fully lined, it slides down my body to the floor. I’m not wearing a bra so I’m now stood in the office that my Dad shares with my brother in my knee high boots and black lace knickers. I step out of my dress as Sean watches me.
“Fifteen minutes G, what can we manage in fifteen minutes dya think?” He licks up the inside of my arm and sucks on the inside of my elbow and I shudder.
“Bend over that desk and put your arse in the air.” I shudder again, this time just from pure desire. Coke always makes me horny and tonight more so than ever. It takes me just three steps to reach the desk, but the sensation, the friction caused by my thighs rubbing together, by the lace from my underwear, all off it pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm. I ache so badly, I just want him inside.
I do exactly as Sean requested, I lean forward on the desk and put my arse in the air, and I spread my legs and wait. I hear his zip undoing and groan quietly and can’t help but gyrate my hips toward him. He leans over me and wraps my hair around his hand and pulls it, just a little, but just enough to make me moan, he bites down on my shoulder and then says, “I’m gonna f*ck you G, I’m gonna f*ck you hard and fast and make us both see stars and then later, when I get you home, in bed, alone, I’m gonna make love to you. I’m gonna worship you and start making up for the past four years but right now, right now, we both need this.”
He pulls my knickers to one side and I buck and grind into him, I can feel his cock at the top of my arse crack and I panic for a minute at what he thinks he’s gonna do to me and let out a little whimper. “Shush baby, just relax.”
Every time he speaks, every word he says, just edges me closer and closer. He slides his finger out and drags them back, they hover over my arse. “I want this.” He taps. “But not here, not now, but I want it, I want you in every way G, every f*ckin’ inch of ya.”
As he finishes speaking he yanks on my hair and rams into me, his arm slides around my front and his middle finger pushes down on my *, I push back, taking all of him inside me, then I grind forward onto his finger, he moves his hand and pushes his fingers inside me along with his cock and I feel like I’m being ripped open and it drives me insane. When he pushes the heel of his hand onto my *, I’m done, I explode and my legs, quite literally go from under me. “F*ck!” Sean roars in my ears and I feel him come, hot and deep inside of me.
Sean and I have never had sex like this before, until this week, I was only sixteen the last time we had made love and that is exactly all that we had ever done, made love. Sean had always been gentle and considerate, he’d taught me, but never forced me and he had definitely never been rough like he had tonight. Tonight was f*cking, pure and simple, lust fuelled f*cking and I think I loved him even more than I did at the beginning of the night. The fact that he couldn’t wait till we got home, that we needed that connection so bad that I had had the cheek to ask my brother to use his office, it made me love in a way that made not just my heart but my whole body to ache.
I was spread; face down, with Sean still buried inside me over my brother’s desk. I groaned as Sean pressed against my back. “I can’t believe we did that, my brother’s got to work on this desk, I’m such a slut.” I could feel Sean’s laugh rattle inside him, I could feel his chest and shoulders move and his hot breath in my ear but he didn’t say anything, his hand reached out in front of me and he dragged a box of tissues toward us, pulled a handful out and passed them to me, he grabbed another handful, kissed my shoulder and pulled out of me.
We used the bathroom in the office, cleaned ourselves up, got dressed and unlocked the door. Bailey was sitting on a stool at the bar, talking to someone. Sean had my hand in one of his and the keys in the other, he dangled them over Bailey’s shoulder and said, “Cheers mate, we owe you big time.”
Bailey turned on his stool, his eyes slid to mine and at first I couldn’t make out the look in them, then two things happened at once, Sean kissed my temple, and then said. “You wanna drink baby?” Just as the person Bails had been talking too stood up.
Cam!
Everything in the room stopped, the noise, the people, it either stopped or faded away or it was all just too much for my brain to deal with. Never for as long as I live will I forget the look on his face, he started to smile, then his eyebrows drew in together as he watched Sean kiss me and call me baby. His mouth dropped open slightly, as he looked between me and Sean, he looked at Sean’s hand in mine, then from my face to Sean’s and that’s where it stayed for a few seconds. My gaze moved to Baileys, he was looking panicked; I needed to say something but my mouth was so dry I didn’t think I could.
“Gia?’ Sean was looking at me. “What’s wrong?” The affection and concern in Sean’s voice was unmistakable.
Cam’s face completely fell, as did his shoulders, his eyes closed for a few seconds before they shifted back to me and the hurt that they expressed was tangible, he started to turn to leave. “Cam?” He swung back around to face me. Bailey jerked slightly, unsure of what he was going to do. Cam looked from me to Sean, and then put his hand out to Sean.
“Cameron King, joint owner of the place.”
Sean obviously hadn’t missed the name or the atmosphere. “Sean McCarthy,” he hesitated as if he was going to say more but he didn’t.
Cam nodded his head, as if everything was suddenly becoming clear. “You’re Sean, the lead singer of Carnage, of course.”
Sean nodded slightly back and then looked at me. “Do you need a minute, to talk?” I couldn’t have been more grateful or loved him more at that moment; I gave a slight nod Ash kissed my cheek. “Ten minutes, then I’m coming back, I don’t care, how big he is, ten minutes.” He turned back to Cam and Bailey. “I’m gonna get a drink from the other bar.”
He didn’t pretend, he didn’t say nice to meet you, because obviously, it wasn’t, he just turned and walked back into the VIP bar, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Bailey kissed my cheek and got up and left.
“Cam, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, I thought you were away till Monday, I wanted to tell you then, face to face.” My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat and in my head.
“I came home early to surprise you, I wanted to see you, wanted to tell you, show you how sorry I was for my behaviour Thursday night. Thursday night Kitten, you remember that? Two nights ago, when I stupidly thought you were in a relationship with me.”
“I was, I was, I… ”
He knocked back the drink he had in his hand, then looked at me and shook his head. “Sean McCarthy, now why didn’t I work that one out, I knew all about Sean, I just didn’t realise it was that Sean. I didn’t stand a chance did I? Me or a twenty-two year old f*cking rock God?”
“Cam, please, it’s not like that, I’ve known him since I was eleven, he was my boyfriend from the age of thirteen, he’s the only boy I’ve ever loved.” He looked thoroughly defeated when I said that.
“Thanks Kitten, thanks for that.” Then he turned and walked away. I stood until I couldn’t see him anymore, then feeling like the worst person on earth, so I went to find Sean.
Ash and Marley were practically having sex on the dance floor when I walked back into the VIP bar, the only thing missing was actual penetration but nobody seemed bothered by it. Sean was at the bar talking to Lennon, Jimmie, and Bailey, he didn’t look happy. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waitress and made my way over to his side.
“Hi,” I said as I slipped my hand inside his.
“Cameron King? Cameron f*cking King babe, that’s your Cam? Thanks very much for the warning; so what, do I need to start wearing a bullet proof vest now? Should I expect a horse’s head in my bed?” He’d let go of my hand as he talked.
“I thought these two would have had the sense to keep you away from a bloke like that G, for f*ck’s sake babe, he’s f*ckin’ dangerous.”
I lost my temper, I don’t know why I felt the need to defend Cam, I knew what he was, I had seen first-hand what he was capable of. “Is he Sean, more dangerous than a f*ckin’ rapist, a two timing rock star, who enjoys threesomes with my brother, or am I safe with one of them?”
His eyes didn’t leave mine, I’m not sure what it was that I saw flash through them, but I knew that I’d said too much. “Touché, Gia, touché.” He tilted his glass toward me and knocked back whatever it was he was drinking, walked away from me, grabbed Jill by the hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
“Way to go George, anyone you haven’t pissed off tonight?”
“F*ck off Len, he wasn’t here, it’s got f*ck all to do with him who I was seeing while we were apart but if that’s the road he wants to go down, I’m sure I can start going through the scrap books Mum kindly made for me and dig dirt on some of his f*ck whores he’s been shagging for the past four years.” I grabbed another drink from a passing waitress.
“Yeah, coz that’s gonna help the pair of you move on ain’t it,” Bailey adds his tuppence worth. “I’ll tell you, exactly what I’ve just told him, if you two stand any chance, any chance at all of making things work between the two of you, then you both need to let the past go, forget what you had before, forget whatever went on while you weren’t together and focus on what you have now.”
I know what Bailey is saying is true but I don’t want to listen. “Well I thought that was what I was doing by finishing with Cam. Sean’s the one with the issues when he has no f*cking right to.”
Bailey and Lennon both shake their heads but Lennon has more to add. “Just for once George, just for once let it go, stop trying to punish him. Calling him a rapist was a low f*ckin’ blow, just leave it, just leave the past in the past and move the f*ck on, for all our sakes. You two being apart affected all of us, we all love both of you and we all hated watching the pair of you in such misery but we stayed out of it because we all thought that one day you would sort your shit out and get back together, now it’s happened, please try your hardest to make it work.”
I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip, Jimmie has stayed quiet and I look at her with a ‘Well aren’t you going to say something’ expression. “Dya love him George?”
“Of course I do.”
“Can you live without him?”
“You know I can’t.”
“Then get over there, get that slut’s grimy mitts off him and let him know.”
I turn toward the dance floor, Jill has her hands all over Sean, he keeps laughing and moving them off of his arse, then his face, then his arse again, she’s grinding into him and steps closer every time he steps away, his eyes meet mine and he looks at me desperately, I raise my eyebrows and fold my arms across my chest.
“Na,” I say to Jim. “Let him suffer for a bit longer.”
Jill suddenly lunges at him with her mouth, that’s when I move. “Oi!” I yank her away by her hair. “You’re taking the piss now love.”
She shrugs and walks away. “Come on, can’t blame me for trying,” she calls over her shoulder but I’m not listening.
Gloria Estefan’s ‘I don’t wanna lose you’ starts to play and he grabs my hand and pulls me into the middle of the dance floor.
“I’m sorry,” we both say at the exact same time.
“I’m a jealous f*cker, it’s done, you’ve finished with him, I won’t mention him again, and I love you.” He kisses me, softly on my mouth.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was spiteful and not what I think, I love you too.” I kiss him gently on the mouth.
He smiles at me. “Then listen to the words G, listen to the words of this song, I don’t wanna lose you again, ever and no matter what, we will get through this somehow, because this, what we have got, blows all of the others out of the f*ckin water, Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde, Sandy and Danny, even Baby and Jonny, they can’t touch us. They couldn’t write our story, what we have, there aren’t even words invented yet to describe it.”
A lone tear runs down my cheek and he licks, yes licks it from my face. “Shall we go home so you can show me your tits?” he asks with a grin.
“You’re such a charmer Maca.” He gives me his full on, rock star on the front cover of a magazine, smoulder.
“Yeah, you think, am I good enough to get into your knickers later?”
“Erm babe, you did that about an hour ago, over my brother’s desk.”
He looks horrified. “Aw shit, was that you? Sorry, I thought that was some random bird, throwing herself at me.”
I stop dancing and put my hands on my hips. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m joking, I’m joking, come on, say goodbye to your mates and let’s get out of here.”
“Mine or yours?” I ask.
“Well I’m assuming Marley won’t be leaving without Ash so let’s go to yours.”
We say our goodbyes and leave the club by the back doors as apparently there are number of reporters waiting out the front. Milo walks us out and jumps into the front of Sean’s Land Rover that’s waiting outside for us. I’m introduced to Dave our driver and we’re driven through the night back to my flat, me trying to keep Sean’s hands from sliding into my knickers all the way there.