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  Book Two of the Triple Threat Series

  Rubbed Raw

  by

  Bella Jeanisse

  a XynoAfterDark novel

  This title contains sexually explicit content and is only intended for Mature Audiences.

  © 2013 Bella Jeanisse

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  Dedication

  This book was driven by music and men, two of my favorite things. It started out as part of Triple Threat, but when I checked my word count, it was tremendous! I had to separate the story into parts. That gave me the leeway I needed to make it even hotter. Be prepared, because part two takes things to new heights, and those who’ve read portions have all agreed it’s even better that Triple Threat.

  Speaking of readers, I have many to thank. Because of the holidays, my usual readers were mostly unavailable, but we learn to adapt. Liz, Casey, Christine, Chase, Rob, Rash and Ray, thanks for the opinions and encouragement. Brian and Robert, thanks for the true-life musician/roadie experience. As usual, Mike you were my rock. You pull me back from the depths when I don't even know I've fallen.

  I have to mention Goodreads, because it has changed things for me. It opened me up to books I had never heard of before, some good, some not, but some were great. I have a few new favorite authors now and friends from across the world. Join me there if you would!

  As usual, I must thank my favorite musicians. Without you, I could not write a word. Daily, you inspire me. Thankfully, I find new music all the time–expanding my rock horizons. I find so many bands via my interactions on Twitter lately. My greatest inspirations this time around include Avenged Sevenfold, as always, Five Finger Death Punch, Killed the Fixation, Adelitas Way, Papa Roach, Pop Evil, Nickelback, Puddle of Mudd, Stone Sour, 311, Hellyeah, Lustra, My Darkest Days, Saving Abel, New Skin, Sick Puppies and a bit of Chevelle.

  My last mention is a sad one. In high school, I was turned on to the Beastie Boys, who had successfully mixed rock music with rap. That allowed some of us rockers to branch out in the 80s, which, except for Aerosmith and Anthrax, had never been done before. They changed so much. Even my kids love their music. Thanks for the memories!

  REST IN PEACE

  Adam Yauch (MCA)

  1964 - 2012

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  About the Author

  Sneak Peek: Reckless

  Sneak Peek: Insatiable Appetites

  Sneak Peek: Courier

  Sneak Peek: Until Death Do Us Part

  Chapter 1

  I woke up a bit groggy from the sleeping pill, but the pills kept the nightmares away. The bed next to me was strangely empty. As my mind began to focus, I realized it was the last Tuesday of May. The day our band, Triple Threat, was to start recording our first album.

  Seconds later, Giovanni came in the room with breakfast. He did romantic things like that often. Smiling, I sat up slowly because dizziness was a side effect of the medicine.

  “I love you so much. You’re amazing.”

  He put the tray on the bed next to me. “My love, I live to make you happy.” He kissed me on the lips.

  I swallowed my anti-depressant along with some juice.

  Giovanni interrupted my thoughts. “I wanna start running again. Think you’ll be up to it soon?”

  “Sure,” I agreed. “But I haven’t run in a long time.”

  He smiled at me and kissed me again. “I’ll build you up to it. I used to run every morning.” Worried about my safety, he had changed his routine.

  “Chad told me he wouldn’t mind if we worked out in his garage. I love your muscles, and I don’t want them neglected.”

  He laughed. “You only want me for my body, don’t you?” Then he flexed his his arms for me.

  I bit my lip as he moved. He wore only gym shorts. His physique was amazing. I loved him inside and out, but his body called to me.

  Giovanni patted my leg over the blanket. “Seriously, we have to move. It’s almost eight, and we gotta be at the studio at 11. I’m not sure how long this is gonna take.” He walked to his dresser and pulled out socks.

  I started eating, watching the colorful dragon tattoo on his back move. I found it very sexy, not that his other tats were dull. The first time I saw him without a shirt, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

  “Hey. Finish up, or I’ll put a shirt on.”

  “No, please don’t,” I begged with a frown.

  Soon I got off the bed. I felt Giovanni’s eyes on me as I walked out of the room, naked. I turned around just at the doorway. He was leering at me, so I smiled.

  I went to my room to get clothes. It may be strange, but we had kept our clothes separate. When I moved in with him after my attack, we were only friends with benefits. We planned to sleep separately most of the time. That didn’t even last a day. Before our gig that night, we had each admitted we were in love with the other.

  Once outside, Giovanni showed me how to stretch. Then we took off down the block. It was very hard to keep up with him, so I watched his body move from behind. At one point, when he saw I was getting tired, he took my hand, and we walked for a while.

  By the time we got back to the house, Giovanni was still raring to go. I opened Chad’s garage so he could blow off some more energy. Chad lived across the street from us. His van wasn’t in the driveway, so I assumed he was out running errands.

  Chad had been my best friend since we were eight years old. He was also my ex-lover, so things were complicated. Chad had always felt no guy in the world was good enough for me except him. He said he was fine with Giovanni being with me, but I knew better.

  I jokingly hit the heavy bag hooked to the ceiling. It barely moved, and Giovanni laughed. He hit it, and it swung wildly until he stopped it.

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nbsp; “You hit like a girl.”

  Then the door that led to the house opened, and Chad appeared in the doorway. “What’re you guys doing here?”

  I looked up at him. He was six feet, four inches tall, a foot over me. “Your van isn’t here. I thought you were out.”

  He came out in his boxers, not shy in the least. “Phil borrowed it, and I was working.”

  Other than Phil and Mark, the roadies, Chad was the only one of us with a regular day job. He had much higher rent and didn’t want to take the chance of being short. He planned to work from home during the recording of the CD. I had no idea where he was going to find the time to do it all.

  He walked to me, put an arm around me and kissed my lips. “Everything OK?” he whispered.

  “Things are good. The medicine’s working.”

  “Good.” He hugged me tight. “I’ll always save you. I promise.”

  He had saved me from a much worse fate that awful night. His innocent comment stirred up frightening thoughts in my head. If he hadn't come when he did…

  Chad rubbed my back. “Baby, he’s not coming back. I swear he’s still in jail.” He always knew what was in my head.

  “I know.” I held back the tears. “I’m gonna go splash some water on my face.”

  He kissed my lips again. “OK, my baby girl.”

  “Chad, I told you not to—”

  Chad quickly cut Giovanni off, “OK. OK. I forgot. Only on the cheek. Sorry, man.”

  I went straight to his room, where I still had some of my things. He couldn’t give them back to me yet, and I guess I couldn’t take them either. I knew he missed me sleeping in his bed several times a week.

  I washed my face and leaned over the sink, trying to control my emotions. It was much easier to do with the medication. Before I was on it, I frequently had bouts of crying for an hour or so. I feared my attacker returning to finish the job. He had gotten so close before Chad saved me.

  When I got back to the garage, both Giovanni and Chad were lifting weights. Chad was lying on the bench in his boxers, and I could see right up them. I tried not to look, but he was right in front of me. His cock was huge; about seven inches limp and more than 11 inches hard. I loved how he looked naked. I smiled a bit, suddenly feeling him inside of me again as if it were yesterday. It had been 17 days since we last had sex, but I was sure it felt like a lifetime to Chad.

  I looked away after a minute. It was hard for me not to think of him, and I knew it was going to be hard for Chad not to touch me. He had never had to restrain himself before. Even when I had a boyfriend before Giovanni, I didn’t deny him. He was Chad, and he was different.

  I sat in a chair and watched them again. They were sweating and grunting as they did rep after rep. It was more than arousing.

  Both of them were amazing lovers. I grinned remembering when had them at the same time in Boston. I had unbelievable orgasms that night. What they did to me was unforgettable. The memories were making me hot, and my pussy wet.

  “I’m gonna go home and take a shower and let you guys finish.”

  Together, they yelled, “No!”

  I turned around. “OK. I won’t.”

  Giovanni put down the dumbbell in his hand and came to me. “I told you, I’m not leaving you alone. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you again.” He kissed me. “I love you too much. I’m done. We can go.”

  Chad got up as well and hugged me. “I’ll miss you, baby.”

  “Chad, don’t start,” Giovanni said from across the garage.

  Chad turned toward him. “I’ll promise you right now, Giovanni: I’ll keep my hands to myself and my pants on.” He looked down. “Well, underwear on at least, but you gotta let me hug her. You don’t own her. We’ve been best friends for 15 years. I’m not gonna let you control—”

  “I didn’t mean it should go that far, Chad,” Giovanni replied, quickly. “But things gotta change. I asked you to stop kissing her, and you said what you guys had was over. You promised me you could deal with it. I don’t want this to tear the band apart.”

  I looked up at Chad. “Can you deal with me and Giovanni, Chad?”

  “Yes, baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “I can do it for you. I want you to be happy.”

  I lay my head on his chest, knowing he was lying. I felt the pain in his heart. When Chad’s arms wrapped around me, Giovanni exhaled loudly.

  “Come on, Crystal,” Giovanni said a bit angrily. “We gotta get ready. Meet you at the studio later, Chad.”

  Once in the apartment, Giovanni put his hands on my shoulders. “You’re nervous about today. Aren’t you?” Giovanni leaned down and kissed me after I nodded. He was six feet tall, so he bent down to me a lot. “How about you go take a hot shower, and then I massage you a bit.”

  “That may work. Chad used to do it when I was anxious or stressed,” I admitted. “But after, he always wanted…”

  I covered my mouth, realizing I almost told him that Chad asked for a blowjob after a massage. I never wanted Giovanni to know things like that. Unconsciously, I smiled, thinking of how good he made me feel in bed. Then I berated myself for even thinking of Chad while I was with Giovanni.

  “Wanted what?” He waited for an answer, but I said nothing, “Sex? Did you guys do it that many times?”

  “Please don’t ask.” I looked away from him.

  He turned my face back. “It’s OK. That was the past. You guys were a lot closer than any of us knew. Weren’t you?” He waited again. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just you and me now, right?”

  “Yes.” My eyes drifted downward.

  “Please look at me.”

  I did, but I tears started to fall. I was afraid he would know I’d slept with the both of them for a while, sometimes on the same day. It was just that—I wasn’t dating either of them. Giovanni had not told me how he felt at that point, and Chad was very important to me.

  Then he hugged me. “It’s not important. Forget it.”

  I kissed him. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” He patted my ass. “Go take a shower.”

  The hot water in the shower was very relaxing. I took my time and felt a lot better afterward. Soon, I found Giovanni in his room and smiled at him in his boxers.

  When he noticed me, he asked, “Are you allergic to scented lotion?”

  “No.” I had no allergies that I knew of.

  He smiled. “Good. I bought this a few weeks ago, hoping to find a reason to rub it on your skin. I used to look for ways to touch you. Guess I don’t need a reason anymore, huh?”

  “You can touch me anytime. Even when I’m sleeping.”

  As Giovanni also got in the shower, I went to my room. I lay on the bed, on my back, amazed that I was finally with him. I thought about the first time I saw him at college. I passed his chair and bit my lip when I saw his biceps. Then he looked up at me. I froze when he smiled. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t even talk. I dropped my book because my hand stopped working.

  He leaned down, picked it up and said, “Here you go, beautiful.” I freaked out and ran to my chair.

  “What are you thinking about?” Giovanni asked as he opened my towel.

  I looked at him, smiling broadly, “The day I met you.”

  “I can’t believe I was able to talk at all.” He stood over me in a towel. “I had seen you around campus, and I was dying to meet you. You know. The first time I saw you, Chad was kissing you. I didn’t think I had a chance with you, but… Here we are.” He ran a hand over my skin. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  Then he turned me over and started to slowly massage the vanilla lotion into my lower back. That felt so good, and it was my favorite scent.

  Gradually, he went higher. His strong hands were finding every knot and easing my tension. I moaned repeatedly as he squeezed my shoulders.

  “You’re turning me on, you know,” he whispered, straddling my waist. “Keep that up, and you’ll get a lot more than a mass
age.” He moved his hips, sliding his stiff cock over my back.

  By the time he was at my neck, I was relaxed. “You’re good at this,” I mumbled as he finished up.

  When he turned me onto my back, he kissed me. Then he slid his tongue over my breast, teasing my nipple with its tip, and I moaned. He looked up at me, smiled, and then did it again. My hips moved with desire.

  He smirked and opened my legs. Then he lay down on me and glided his rigid cock over my clit. I moaned louder. He knew I loved that. He smiled and did it again. My head went back. I felt like I was about to explode.

  “You’re so wet, my love. Do you want me or something?”

  “Yes,” I replied, desperate for him and almost breathless. Then he jumped off the bed. I yelped, “Hey! Where you going?”

  When he came back with a condom on, I was relieved. I bent my knees, getting even more excited. He quickly got back on the bed and was over me again. Then he drove his nine-inch cock into me in one stroke.

  “Oh, damn!” I cried out.

  Giovanni’s hips went fast while I moved with him. “You make me feel just amazing, you know?” he breathlessly told me. Then he began driving into me with more intensity.

  I moaned, already close to screaming. Then I lifted my legs up as high as I could get them. Giovanni ground his cock into me and circled his hips. After just a few seconds of that, I cried out his name and clung to him, an eruption of pleasure taking over.

  “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed my lips.

  I closed my eyes. “Love you, too.”

  Then Giovanni got to his knees, straddling one of my legs. I looked up at him, wondering what he was going to do next. He liked to change our position mid-way often. He picked up my left leg and put it over his body. I expected him to flip me to my belly, but he didn’t.

  “Lay on your side, my love.”