Forbidden Faith Page 3

  “Don’t do it Faith. Don’t torture your heart, you’ll regret it,” the little angel on my shoulder warns me. Yet the little devil on my other shoulder is saying, “What’s one little peek? You know you want to see how hot he is, strip him naked and suck his cock.” Oh, my God, I am going crazy! I need professional help if I can hear voices in my head. I’m just going to do it. I am going to suck it up and go into Reds, head held high and watch Lucas perform.

  “Here goes nothing,” I whisper to myself.

  I feel the vibration of the music as I enter the restaurant. I look around and see how awesome this place is; red booths, red chairs, red light fixtures—I just love the style. Ahead of me is the bar. I order a dry martini and slowly walk toward the sound of the band playing. I see Lucas even before I hit the door leading outside. Crap, he still does look hot! He’s got his blue ominous ball cap on backwards—the same cap he wore when we were together. I would think with all the money my father gave him he would at least purchase some new hats. Aside from that, he’s wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, black and white chucks, and a black t-shirt with a wicked looking skull on the front. His tattoos are bright and look sexy as hell leading from the inside of his sleeve down to the end of his wrists; I remember tracing each tattoo with the tip of my finger, and memorizing each picture. I used to love licking each and every mark on his body, savoring the taste of his sweaty skin after we had sex; he tasted like the cologne he always wore—Sexy Men—it was called. He always smelled so good. The ripples on his chest were divine; like little bumps of heaven on my tongue. The nipple piercings were something I had never seen on a guy. The guys I used to date were preppy and snobby; they would never get a tattoo, much less a nipple piercing—boring as hell. I think that’s why I was so drawn to Lucas. He was so different from anyone I had ever been with. He made me laugh, and cared about my feelings. He did everything he could to make me happy; he was polite and very generous. He didn’t have a lot of money, but he used to take me to the homeless shelters where we would help serve food, and give out special coupons for McDonald’s or Wendy’s. He would buy food and give away to those on the streets; I was scared to even get near a homeless person, yet Lucas made it seem so easy. Instead of being scared it brought me joy to give and help out. I admired his generosity and big heart.

  When I look at him now I still see his defined dimples looking at the crowd, singing with passion.

  I take a big gulp of my martini and get the courage to enter the patio. The music is pouring from the speakers, deafening every other sound around me. I hide behind a couple of girls who are ogling over him. I roll my eyes and watch Lucas perform. I see a new piercing underneath his lip; it’s surrounded by his dark brown stubble; his eyes are dark brown and look intense from the song he’s singing—something about being shattered and not having the courage to go back. It’s an awesome song with a heavy melody; it’s not a slow song, yet I can hear and feel everything he is saying. His voice is husky, deep, and incredible, sending chills throughout my body. I could stand here all night and never get tired of listening to him sing and watch him play his guitar; it’s the same black and white electric guitar he always had. The same guitar he let my fingers strum along with. I am beyond emotional and can’t believe I am standing in the same room with Lucas. I down the rest of my martini and exit the restaurant. I can’t bear seeing him or hearing him sing any longer. He sounds so amazing, yet I want to scream at him and beat him until he’s left dead on the stage.

  I go walking up and down the street, looking inside the window of each shop and get my head screwed back on. I don’t even know how long I have been wandering until I get a text from June; she’s done talking with JINKS and wants to know where I am. When I approach her she looks ecstatic and raves about JINKS. I’m happy for her, I really am. She’s going to make Lucas and his band into a gold mine. She’s brilliant and so is JINKS.

  What is going to happen now? I have no idea, but I know the time will come when I come face to face with the man of my broken past.

  Shattered

  Written by Lucky Jones, composed by JINKS

  Never meant for your heart to break

  Never imagined my soul to ache

  to ache in my blood of rage, never return

  What I did to you was not an act of hate

  It was an act of love, save you from fate

  Left before I destroyed us, never looked back

  Hours on end, miles away from angle of attack

  Shattered! Had no courage to go back

  Back to what I destroyed—Shattered!

  Looking in your eyes, the deepest regret

  Shattered! Falling for your heart I had to go.

  Shattered, shattered, shattered our hearts.

  Money, never enough, never enough, I was not the one

  The evil check burned inside my back, was your home run

  You would find more than I could give, to give you your home run

  Home was fucked up, white powder and a favorite son

  You held my candle of light, I blew out the flame

  Darkness snuck upon me when he was to blame

  I wanted to burn with the dollar signs, my name was on

  No other choice, had to save you from me, the black swan

  WE HAVE WAITED FOUR YEARS to have someone like Bitch Tours2090 come along. We’ve had a lot of companies wanting us to sign, but none of them felt right. Good thing I hired Saul, Danny’s uncle, to help us with reading and deciphering the contracts. Without him we would have made some terrible decisions. Danny is JINKS’ drummer/manager and my best friend. We’ve known one another our whole lives and started our first band, Inked, when we were fresh out of high school. We performed a few gigs around town, yet never really made a name for ourselves. Most of the guys in the band were not as committed; flaky, not making rehearsals, or missing gigs was definitely putting a strain on the band. Basically being kicked out of Arizona by Faith’s dad, it forced Danny and I to make the decision to break up Inked and move to San Diego together. We came across three other cool guys who wanted to start up another band with us—myself, Danny, Slim, Wayne, and Jason became JINKS.

  It took us about a year to put together a good music CD; lots of crappy low wage jobs just to make rent and pay bills. Once we were able to establish a few local bars and clubs the other jobs were no longer needed. We perform almost nightly now so the money keeps trickling in for us. It may not be a lot, but we are doing what we love. I’ll never go back to construction or pretending to be somebody I’m not. Music is my way of escaping; losing myself in the words and melody help me relax—I don’t know what I’d do without it—it’s the only thing that helps me stay sane, the only thing I love besides my guys.

  The one place we’ve been dying to play at is Reds. It has a huge fan base from other local bands and a bitchin’ restaurant to follow. We finally had our first show there tonight—I believe we blew it out of the park. The outside patio was swimming with people—it was the biggest turnout we’ve had to date. What made our night even better was meeting June. She caught us just as we finished our last song and wanted to discuss signing with her company.

  Danny read about June in the local paper. He Googled her company, then emailed her our gig lineup. We never expected June to show up, much less ask us to sign with her. Don’t get me wrong I love our band, we kickass and make great music, but it’s a hard industry; not everyone makes it in the music world, so when it actually happened to us, we were besides ourselves. Even though we’ve been wanting June to check us out, we still had to be cautious. After June left we stayed and hung out at Reds, discussing her proposal. It was a surprisingly good deal.

  We’ve been sitting around the back table finishing up our beers.

  “This fucking rocks you guys!” My bass player, Wayne exclaims. “We need to go to her studio, Lucky.”

  Lucky’s my nickname—Danny gave it to me when we were kids. He said I always gave him good luck. If only I thought the same�
�I was always finding trouble, especially when it had to do with my mom. She was always high, needing me to help her with getting drugs; I got arrested a few times in my last year of high school because I was buying her cocaine. I never had the urge to use it. Just seeing my mom use it, what it did to her, opened my eyes; it ruined her. It ruined our family. Leaving my mom to come to San Diego was no easy decision, yet I needed to go; I literally had no choice. She nearly begged me on her knees, crying for me to stay and promising me she would get herself cleaned up. I wanted to believe her, I always did. Unfortunately I knew she couldn’t get herself off those drugs. She’d gone into rehab more times than I could remember and yet she always fell back into her habit. The year Danny and I left, my mom overdosed. I’m actually grateful it took her life; she was in pain and wasn’t strong enough to live without it. I would like to think she’s at peace and looking down on me, smiling. I still love my mom, yet she was terrible at being one.

  I look around the table, at each guy and ask, “What do the rest of you think?”

  Danny scoffs, “Are you kidding, man? We’ve been waiting for a chance like this for a long time! I agree with Wayne, we’ve got to check the place out, plus read the contract.”

  I nod my head in agreement. “Slim, Jason? You up for this?” They give me their approval; I am beyond stoked. “Okay, go home read over the contract, but don’t sign anything until we’re all together. I’ll phone June in the morning. I’m wiped, so let’s pack up and head out.”

  We guzzle down the rest of our beers and pack up the van.

  Just as we get the last piece of equipment in the van, two hot chicks walk up to me. Usually it’s me or Danny, but tonight these girls had their sex radar on me; one short, curvy blonde and the other was a tall, skinny brunette. Neither of them were actually my type, however I wasn’t going to turn them away—pussy is pussy—I’ll take what I can get.

  They have big smiles on their faces, giggling; the short one introduces herself first. “Hi. My name is Tina, this here is Olivia. We thought you were so amazing on that stage tonight.”

  “Yeah, so hot!”

  I shake hands with both girls. “Thank you ladies, I appreciate that.”

  “Are you busy right now?” Tina asks with hopefulness in her voice.

  I shrug, “We’re actually on our way out. . . . however I’m actually in need of a good time. Come back to my place, have a little fun?”

  They both squeal with Tina jumping into my arms. I don’t complain when she plants a kiss on my cheek. “You don’t even need to ask us twice!”

  I chuckle, “Alright, follow me.”

  “Hey what about me! I’m in need of some too ladies,” Wayne whines.

  Both Tina and Olivia look Wayne up and down, giving him a dirty look. I just chuckle and let them be bitches. “Uh, no thanks,” Olivia says.

  “Sorry bro, maybe next time,” I comment, as I drape my arms around the girls shoulders. “Tonight, we’re having our very own private party. Lets go ladies.”

  Danny decides to kick it at Waynes place while the girls follow my van back to our apartment; he always knows when I like to have the place to myself. I do the same for him—I don’t want to hear him moaning and fucking some girls brains out. We pretty much stay out of each others way when it comes to sex. I don’t question who he screws, just as long as it’s not anyone I’ve screwed.

  Our apartment is down off of Washington, across the street from Balboa Park; a small, two bedroom place with a view of the park. It’s not the most glamorous apartment, but I don’t care. As long as I have my bed, a solid couch with a big ole flat screen TV, I’m happy. We don’t cook much, so lots of empty pizza boxes and Chinese takeout cover our entire dining table. Someday I would like to move further downtown by Gaslamp and Petco Park; the area has killer apartments. Danny and I walked through some of them; we were blown away and loved the view from the top of the building.

  I offer the girls a drink; we head into my bedroom and take a seat on my bed. We down a few shots of tequila and before I know it Tina and that other girl start sucking face. Can’t say I’m not enjoying it—my dick is stiff as a stick. I lean my head back against the headboard of my bed, rub my cock with my hand and enjoy my little live entertainment. The girls are at the end of my bed, on their knees stripping each other from their clothes. They both giggle, kiss and take the remaining of their bras and panties off. I’m getting so fucking aroused I take off my shirt and unbutton my jeans. As they’re still having their makeout session I down another shot of Tequila; the warm, golden liquid makes it’s way to my head and I am loving how it’s making me feel. The only thing better is watching those two eat each other out.

  The brunette’s legs are spread while Tina is down, licking her pussy; my dick twitches with excitement. I immediately discard my jeans, wearing only my green briefs.

  “Oh God, Tina that feel so good! Fuck yes!” The brunette screams; she’s twisting her nipples as I watch Tina lick her friends sweet pussy. I stand behind Tina’s backside and rub my hand over her ass. She starts to moan as I spread her legs so I can feel the wetness. Damn she is hot and soaking for me. I slowly pump my finger inside and out of her pussy, all the while stroking my cock. The girls are just fucking crazy loud right now and I am loving every second of it. I pull my finger out and get rid of my briefs; my hardness is ready to plunge inside Tina’s wet pussy.

  “You ready for us?” Tina purrs at me. I don’t even answer, she knows I’m ready.

  I take out a condom from my nightstand, place it on my throbbing dick and lay myself in the middle of my bed. The girls get on either side of me and start to kiss my chest and lick my balls. I will explode if I don’t get me some pussy right now. I pull Tina up toward me and kiss her while the brunette is still licking my balls. Damn her tongue is working like magic—actually both of their tongues work like magic.

  As I suck her tits, she yells out, “Yes, you are so hot, Lucky! Mmmm.”

  My mouth leaves her red nipple. “Ready to be fucked?” I breathe.

  “You know it.”

  “Straddle my cock. And, you, uh -” I can’t remember her name.

  “Olivia.”

  “Yeah, Olivia, while she straddles me I want to suck on your pussy.”

  They both giggle. “Your wish is my command,” Olivia says.

  Just as they were told, Tina sits on my cock while Olivia sits on my face. I am in sweet fucking heaven.

  I feel as if someone is kissing me, someone who I have been in love for a very long time. She’s the most beautiful girl I have ever seen; deep ocean blue eyes, jet, black hair, bow tie lips—

  —cell phone rings.

  What the fuck!

  One arm is slung over my chest, while a trickle of hair is on my cheek. With my eyes closed, I move, whoever is passed out next to me, away from me as I reach around for my phone.

  Where the hell is that phone? I finally find it in the back of my jeans pocket.

  “‘Lo,” I answer in a tired, raspy voice.

  “Yo, Lucky, thought you’d be up already,” Danny responds back.

  Damn my head is pounding! I sit up and lay my head against my headboard. I look to the left of me and see the girls sleeping next to one another. I rub my eyes together and yawn. “No. Was up late, fooling around.”

  “Yeah, I bet,” he chuckles. “Hey, so we wanted to know if you called June back?”

  I groan, “Shit.” My guys were counting on me, and here I was finding myself hungover with two chicks next to me in bed—I never want to see them again. “No, but I’ll call you back in an hour.”

  “K. Talk later.”

  I hang up, put my cell on my nightstand and look over at the girls. I nudge Tina’s arm. “Girls, wake up, you gotta leave.” After a few tries I finally got them to up and leave. I was glad to get them out—one night with them was enough. I never sleep with the same girl twice (make that two girls twice.)

  I stalk around naked in my apartment, too lazy to put on a pa
ir of briefs. I go grab some pain meds and drink a few down in hopes the pounding will go away. I fall back onto my bed and close my eyes. I know I need to get up. I can’t let my band down. We need this break—it’s too big to pass up. I wait a few more minutes until the headache subsides before I fax our contract over to Saul. Once that’s done I take a long shower before I head out to the studio.

  The dream I was having, before Danny woke me up, felt so damn real. It felt like it was just yesterday when I had her in my arms, kissing her and telling her I loved her. I take a deep breath and shake the memory out of my head. I have to get my shit together. After I grab my hat and keys I touch base with June. I tell her we are interested in having a tour of the studio and would like to discuss the contract. She sounded excited and would be expecting us soon.

  I make my way to meet the band—no reason to go back in time—the future lies with Bitch Tours2090.

  “Welcome, gentleman! This here is my pride and joy. Let me show you around,” June exclaims.

  Her studio is downtown, off of 4th ave, close to the San Diego Civic Center. The place is set up like a home, with creamed color couches, loveseats, chairs and potted plants. What looked like a dining room was actually the room where June takes her clients to talk; massive oval glass table and black leather chairs. Next, she shows us the recording room. It completely blows our minds. I have never seen a recording room this big. It looks like a gymnasium with it’s high ceilings, recess lighting, guitars displayed on one of the walls, a large black baby grand piano and stools lining up against the wall. Next to the recording room is the sound room—the place is incredible. I can’t believe we are actually standing in a place that could very well be our home for the next few years. I am nervous, yet excited all at the same time; the guys look just as stunned as me and seem speechless. June continues to show us around, but I think she can tell we want to get down to business, so she leads us back to the oval table.