Triple Threat Read online

  DEDICATION

  I want to thank my friends and family for all the love, patience, support and encouragement they gave me as I journeyed down the hard road to publication. Of course, my three sons, Jay, Andrew and Vincent, had the most patience of all.

  There are people who I bounced ideas off of, who read scenes over and over (I’m sure they hate me for that!) and gave me their honest feedback on this story. Mike, Pam, Ray, Chase, Danny, Karim, Chad, Amy and the most important, my sister Christine, thank you for your extreme patience with me and all your help. Brian, thanks for letting me see into your life on the road and for being my muse at times.

  Inspiration came in many forms. A lot came from just listening to music, like Adelita’s Way, Slipknot, Daughtry, Five Finger Death Punch, Seether, Nickelback, Theory of a Deadman, 311, Art of Dying, NIN, Papa Roach, Sick Puppies and truly most of all, Shinedown and Avenged Sevenfold.

  Shinedown’s versatility and talent, along with Brett Smith’s amazing voice, drove me to create a band worth making it. It takes more than hard work, perseverance and begging for gigs. It takes talent, showmanship and having it together.

  Avenged Sevenfold is one of my favorite bands. Along with being talented and amazing, they showed me how close a band could really be. They seem to be like family. All revealed to me because of The Rev’s death.

  It is awful that such a talented drummer and friend was lost, but that loss compelled me to look deeper into the history of other bands. Although this continuing story was partly created before I knew of his fate, I want to thank him, wherever he is, and the rest of the band for the insight. He will live on in my heart foREVer, as I know he does in yours.

  R. I. P.

  Jimmy “The Rev” Sullivan

  February 9, 1981 - December 28, 2009

  Triple Threat

  by Bella Jeanisse

  © 2012 Bella Jeanisse

  published by

  All Rights Reserved.

  *Publishing for this Century*

  ~ Visit our site for new release and catalog information.

  Let us help you unleash your inner author. ~

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Title Page

  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

  CHAPTER ONE

  It was Christmas break, and my best friend Chad and I had been home for a few days already. We were both seniors at Southwest New Jersey University, which was just outside our hometown. I loved going to the same school as him, but I missed living right next door to him more than I thought I would.

  I was still in bed and naked under the blanket. I wasn’t a morning person, so I never got right up when my alarm went off. It was even more difficult on cold winter mornings.

  I sighed, remembering the awesome dream I’d had right before awakening. Chad and another guy from school were in my bed with me. I often dreamed of them both separately, but they’d never been together with me before. They were both in my pussy at the same time and had me screaming in ecstasy for what seemed like hours. I wondered if I would ever be with either of them, let alone both, that way and if it would be that good.

  I shook the dream away and turned onto my belly. I gazed out the window next to my bed. I could see Chad’s bedroom in the house next door, but not Chad. I loved watching him in his room. I had yet to see him naked, but was sure one day I would.

  He was in love with me. If he knew I watched him, it would make his day. However, I had only sexual, not romantic, feelings for him, which I hid. We had made out in the past, but had gone no further.

  I got out of bed and put on my silk robe. I took a shower, which helped to quell my arousal. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for one of the men of my dreams to be washing me. I closed my eyes and imagined Chad’s soapy hands running over my breasts and down my belly towards… “Stop that!” I scolded myself.

  We had been trying to make it in the music world for five years, but had never found the right people to connect with. Chad promised me he had found two brothers who would finally mesh with us as a band. As I dressed, I wondered what the newest drummer and singer would look like. They were most likely geeks from Chad’s computer classes. That was his major. Mine was music. We had put together three other bands before, but most of the time Chad’s impatient nature and need to control things got in the way.

  I checked myself in the mirror. I had jeans on because Chad’s garage would be cold. But I still wore a low cut blouse that revealed ample cleavage. Chad would love it, but then again he would love me in a sweatshirt.

  I tried to have an open mind, but we had wasted a lot of time trying to find the right bandmates. When I got over to Chad’s, his garage was open. There was another van in the driveway, parked next to the one he had driven since high school. I took a deep breath and went right to him.

  The brothers had their back to me. They were pulling drums out of the van. One had short hair and the other long. Chad kissed my cheek and whispered that he loved me. Then the guy with long hair turned around.

  My mouth dropped and I stared at him. I couldn’t believe it was him; the man from my dream. Or more accurately, the classmate I dreamt of because I was afraid to speak to him. That was a first for me. I normally feared nothing.

  He held my gaze and gave me an amazing smile. Then he shyly said, “Hi, I’m Giovanni Saracino.”

  I felt like I was going to pass out. I smiled back, but couldn’t talk. No guy had ever made me react that way. He stripped me of all of my thoughts with just a smile. I failed a test once because he looked at me in class.

  “You’re Crystal Atkinson, right?” Giovanni added.

  I just nodded as I gaped at him.

  Chad moved between us. He and I were very close and I knew he was upset that I was attracted to his friend. He was 6 feet 4 inches tall—a foot over me.

  “Baby, please don’t look at him that way,” Chad softly said as he took my hands.

  It made me feel so good when he called me “baby.” I looked up into his light blue eyes. They usually sparkled when he looked at me, but not at that moment. I started to feel bad.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” I reached up and ran my hand through his long, light-blond hair.

  He bent down and closed his eyes. I knew he loved when I did that to him. I always smiled when I made him feel good. Sometimes, that look on his face made me want to kiss him, but I wouldn’t in front of Giovanni.

  I pushed away the feeling and touched his cheek. “Chad, you know I won’t go after him. I’m not like that.”

  His eyes opened. “I know, baby girl. I can’t help how I feel.”

  “Neither can I,” I admitted then kissed his cheek.

  “I love you.”

/>   “I know, but he’s the guy I told you about,” I quietly admitted.

  He sighed. “The one from your electronic music class?”

  “Yeah.” I felt bad, but I had to tell Chad. I told him everything.

  He took a deep breath. “Don’t pick up any equipment, got it?” Then he walked towards the van. He hated me helping out because he liked my well-manicured nails. I painted them blue—it was his favorite color.

  As I watched them, I noticed Giovanni’s look contrasted completely with Chad’s. He had dark, (almost black) hair down past his shoulder blades. It seemed to bounce when he walked. He also had dark brown eyes accented by unusually long eyelashes. I could see that his body was built-up. I couldn’t wait for him to take his coat off so I could admire it.

  Chad was several inches taller than Giovanni but not as muscular. However, Chad wasn’t too thin, either. He was strong and fit. I always thought Chad was built like a god. And I liked that Chad wasn’t shy about wearing an earring in both ears. It made him even more handsome to me.

  Giovanni and his brother Rosario looked a lot alike, but Rosario had very short hair, was a little taller and a year older. The hoop earring Giovanni wore was sexy. Rosario had his tongue pierced, but nothing else (that I could see, at least.) I had heard that tongue piercings could make a girl feel real good, but Rosario was much too skinny for me.

  When Giovanni was out of earshot, I heard Rosario say to Chad, “Damn, she’s hot! Is she your girlfriend?”

  “Well, that depends on what you mean by ‘girlfriend,’” Chad replied.

  While Giovanni set up his drum set, Chad and I adjusted the amplifiers and tuned our guitars. We then started out with an old rock song that we all knew.

  Giovanni was an impressive drummer. He really got into it and could easily begin a song at any point if someone else screwed up, which happened often that day. I noticed that he smiled at me every time I looked at him. I did my best not to let it affect my bass playing.

  We decided to play heavy metal music because that was the genre we all liked. Rosario’s singing voice wasn’t bad, but was much better at screaming and growling lyrics instead, so it worked out perfect.

  The biggest accomplishment of the day, was deciding on a name for the band. Chad came up with the name Triple Threat, because he said that with three guys and me, I ran the risk of all three of them wanting to have sex with me at once.

  By dinnertime, we were only able to play one whole song successfully. But we had learned to work with each other and found that we had the same musical goals. It was a very good start overall.

  After we had dinner with his family, Chad pulled me up to his room. We had lived next door to each other for 14 years by then. I was almost as close to his parents as my own, but his brothers were another story. They drove us crazy.

  Once we were in the upstairs hallway, Chad’s brother, Will, who was 23 and in graduate school, came out of his room and followed us. When we stepped into Chad’s room, Will came up close to me.

  “Hey, Crystal,” he leaned down and whispered. “Still hanging with this loser?”

  I sighed. “Go away, Will. I’m still not going out with you.”

  He pressed his body against me. I could feel his stiff cock. He said, “How about you just let me fuck you?”

  “Don’t talk to her that way!” Chad shouted. “Leave her alone!” He was very protective of me.

  Will rolled his eyes at his little brother as he walked around to stare at me. “Look at her. No guy could leave her alone. Crystal, you’re gorgeous.”

  Although I liked when Will said things like that, I had no desire to have him near me. I reached up and kissed Chad on the lips. Chad knew I would do it, because I had done that before when Will hit on me.

  Chad used it to his advantage. He put his arms around me and kissed me back forcefully. I could never resist when he kissed me like that. I ran my hands up his back and went with it. When I heard the bedroom door close behind us, I knew Will had gone away annoyed.

  Chad suddenly picked me up, cupping my butt in his hands. He pulled my legs around him, as if I weighed nothing. At 110 pounds, I was less than half his size. I automatically put my arms around his neck and we kept kissing. He walked over and dropped me on his bed, then lay down on top of me.

  “Get up, Chad!” I told him, only pretending to be annoyed between kisses.

  He smirked. “Why?” He leaned down and kissed me deeply. “You watched one of my friends all day. That really hurt. You should make it up to me.” Then he ground his stiff shaft against me a bit.

  I held in a moan, then shouted, “Stop!” with a laugh. I enjoyed when we played like that, even though I was afraid to sleep with him. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. Feeling his arousal turned me on, but I would never tell him that. “I’m not doing it with you, Chad.” Not like in my dreams, I thought to myself.

  He opened my legs with his knee and started sliding his hips over me. I had to close my eyes and bite my lip. Feeling his erection made me wonder how big it was. It felt larger than any I had ever seen before.

  “I know you like this,” he whispered. “I can see it in your eyes. Let me make love to you, baby. Please.”

  I clenched my teeth, trying to fight my desire for him. “I can’t. Please stop.”

  Suddenly, he got off me. “One day, you’re gonna want me real bad. You’ll see.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “I love you so much, baby girl.” Then he left the room.

  When Chad came back 10 minutes later, he sat down on his bed next to me. “Next time, you’re doing it for me,” he told me with a smirk.

  I wanted to go further with Chad. I was so comfortable with him, and he turned me on so much. I could picture him later with his hand around his dick, trying to ease his frustration. What an image! I wish that worked for me. I had such small fingers. I couldn’t reach in far enough to give myself an orgasm.

  At that moment, I really wished I had a boyfriend, so I wouldn’t be so frustrated. However, that probably wouldn’t help. I didn’t sleep with all the guys I dated. I leaned my head on Chad’s arm, wanting to be close to him and trying to hide how I truly felt.

  He put his arm around me and held me to his chest. “I’m sorry. I won’t make you touch me.”

  “I know,” I replied. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

  He hugged me. “Sure. What do you wanna do for your birthday?”

  “Can we go out dancing?” He and I were both born in March. I looked out his window just above his bed and saw my room across the side yard. He used to watch me dance alone in my room for years before I taught him how to dance with me.

  Chad smiled. “We can do that.”

  He let me go, and I lay back on his bed again. I couldn’t get our kissing out of my mind. Chad and I had kissed many times over the years, but that time it was different. It was more passionate. I was still hot from it. I forced myself to think of something else, before I jumped on Chad and ended our sexual frustration.

  We were only months away from graduating college and having to go out into the real world. That was a bit scary, but we had each other, like always. I really hoped the band worked out, because I thought it would be amazing to keep spending time with Chad. I didn’t know what I would ever do without him.

  The bed moved, and soon after, Chad was holding my hand, something he did often. I turned my head and saw him lying next to me. He looked like he was thinking, too. I closed my eyes again.

  He really was my best friend in the world. We could tell each other anything. We did practically everything together. We told each other all our secrets and helped each other through bad break-ups. We trusted each other completely.

  Chad suddenly squeezed my hand. “Baby, you OK? You’re so quiet.”

  “Just thinking.” I was glad I had so many wonderful memories of him and me together.

  The bed moved again. I looked at Chad. He had turned his body towards me. “Please tell me you’re not thinki
ng about Giovanni.”

  “I wasn’t.” I turned to him and looked into his eyes. “I was thinking about you.” Then I touched his face, but I wasn’t sure why.

  He smiled and put his hand over mine. “My life would be empty without you in it. You mean more to me than you know.” He kissed my lips softly. “I wish you loved me back.”

  “I know,” I sighed. “Sometimes, I wish I did, too. But if we started dating and then broke up…” I took a deep breath because tears were threatening to come. “I’d miss you.”

  He pulled me close to him. “I wouldn’t let that happen. I’d do anything to keep you in my life. I’d treat you so good you’d never leave me. There’s nothing in the world that could make me stop loving you. Nothing.” He held me for a while longer, and then we both sat up.

  I looked up at him and asked, “What do you love about me?”

  He caressed my cheek. “I love how your cheeks turn a little pink in the sun when we go to the beach. You know I love your blue eyes. They’re like sapphires. I’ve never met anyone else with eyes that exact color.” He ran a hand through my hair. “And the red highlights in this gorgeous brown hair make you even more beautiful.”

  He kissed my lips. “Your lips are perfect, too. They’re so full and they taste so good.” He closed his eyes briefly and then he gazed down at me again.

  We both smiled. I never heard him talk that way before. I could feel his love in every word.

  Before saying a word, he used a finger to pull my blouse down more and got a real eyeful of my breasts. “You know I love your boobs, but that’s another story.” He leaned his head down and kissed as much of my breasts as he could.

  I liked it, but I didn’t have the answer I was hoping for. “You only love me for my looks, huh?”

  “No, baby,” he said as he lifted his head. “I love the way you walk, and the way you talk. I love the face you make at me when I say I want you.” He picked up my hand. “I love how you’ll try anything once and aren’t afraid to do things most girls shy away from. I love teaching you things and watching you play sports. And I really love how tiny you are. I love everything about you, baby. I swear it’s not just your body, although that is calling to me right now.”