Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) by Gina Whitney

Ah, all is almost right in the world. Almost.
    I pulled the stool from behind the drape, dragging it on stage. Taking a seat, I strummed, double checking it was properly tuned. I played the first song that came to me.
     
    Never thought I'd feel this
    Guilty and I'm broken down inside
    Livin' with myself nothing but lies
    I always thought I'd make it
    But never knew I'd let it get so bad
    Livin' with myself is all I have
     
    I feel numb
    I can't come to life
    I feel like I'm frozen in time
     
    Livin' in a world so cold, wasting away
    Livin' in a shell with no soul since you've gone away
    Livin' in a world so cold, counting the days
    Since you've gone away, you've gone away
     
    Three Days Grace…
    It’s all I sang while Beauty was gone. I finally got my heart back.
    Clap . Clap . Clap . My beauty stood just inside the curtain clapping. A vision no other could hold a candle to.
    “Come, Gia.” I gave my hand, waiting for her to take it.
    She floated across the stage in a platinum, plunged neck, curve-kissing gown. Her movements were willowy and gorgeous. Her eyes an endless pool of milky chocolate I wanted to swim in. Good God my heart hurt.
    “Hey, baby. You sounded beyond perfect.” A gleam of tears was in her eyes.
    I grabbed her, bringing her close to my heart. I was finally able to exhale all of the tension taking up residence in my chest. “Where were you? I thought you understood you were to go nowhere by yourself, Gia.” I was pissed. Did she not understand what she meant to me?
    “I took the stairs. That’s all that happened. Chance and I missed each other. Plain and simple. It won’t happen again. That I can promise you. Okay?” She smiled widely.
    Yeah, that smile would be the death of me. But, she needed to know emphatically who was in charge. I reached into my pocket for the remote to the toy in her ass. Two clicks to the left.
    She jumped. “Ah, fuck.” She fell into me.
    Yeah, that’ll throw your world off balance. I grabbed her neck with one hand and her hair with the other. Nose to nose…I needed to see her eyes. To read them.
    “You will be punished later. I can promise you this…you won’t soon forget, Beauty.” I kissed her pretty pink lips, licking them like my favorite candy. “Mine.” I licked her face, then sent her off stage to sit in a chair I had them bring in for her. I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Part of her punishment would be to sit on the plug while it brought her to the edge over and over again. No relief of walking it off.
    She pointed to her head, letting me know in no uncertain terms I was fucking crazy and demented. Yep. That’s me, baby. A demented, fucking pervert .
    The show was underway. The set was an hour long, followed by two fifteen-minute acoustic sets with myself and Ender. There was a weighty mixture of emotions running through me. The crowd was mesmerized and loving everything we played. During our acoustic set, the silence was deafening.
    Selling out this venue was an epic accomplishment. I gave into it. It felt fucking great. My blood was on fire. Yes, partly because of the buzz I had from performing. Not to mention, the drugs flowing liberally through my system. But mainly because my girl sat only feet away from me, fidgeting as I turned up the vibration in her ass. Fuck yeah. I was one warped, kinky motherfucker.
    The lights dimmed as we took our final bow. “Thank you. You’ve been fucking great.” I dropped the mic as we ran off the stage. Dave handed out towels as we exited. I grabbed mine, wrapping it around my neck, and lifted Beauty out of her chair.
    “You’re a fucking perverted caveman. You know that, right? Who does that throughout a concert without missing a beat? Who?” she scolded me. I laughed. What could I do? I enjoyed myself immensely. Most fun while gigging, ever.
    “How about I write you a love letter with my tongue? How’s that for a caveman?” I bellowed loud enough for our entourage to roll their eyes at me.