1 comments/ 9038 views/ 8 favorites Tender, Loving Care Ch. 02 By: Bizzy_Bish I woke up in a sweat, without a doubt, it was from the dream I had just been having. I looked up at my ceiling and smiled. I was extremely happy about the date with Syn that was sure to come in the very near future, but I was also a bundle of nerves. Where will we go? What will I wear? How will I do my hair? Questions bounced around in my head with no answer in sight. True to my word, I picked up my cell and gave Syn a call. It only rang once and before I knew it: he was at the other end. "Good morning, Sunshine!" he said in a sing-song voice that made me laugh out loud. "It is now 5:12 pm, which officially leaves us only about 5 hours to play! Jeez, woman! It's almost like you did that on purpose!" "No, not at all! I can be ready by six, if you want... What are we doing, anyway?" I said, blushing at the 'play' reference. "Oh, don't rush, Dollface! Take your time and look amazing enough to give me heart failure, though I'm sure you could come in your pj's and have the same effect. Are you hungry, yet?" he whined. "Aww, thank you, Syn! I could definitely eat, what did you have in mind?" I asked trying to shake the heat from my cheeks. "There's an awesome Italian restaurant I know of that's close to you... what do you say?" he said hopefully, I could have sworn that I heard his stomach growl through the phone. "I like Italian, although I usually only eat spaghetti and meatballs," I said, borderline embarrassed by my childish food preferences. "Well, Kia, this place has fucking awesome spaghetti... just get ready and give me a call when you're ready for me to pick you up. I dunno about you, but I'm fucking starving," he said, whining again. "Alright, you big baby, just give me a bit and I'll call you," I said, throwing my hands up. We said our goodbyes and we ended the call. Now, I was faced with a very difficult decision: What to wear? I looked through my closet and grimaced at all the damn scrub sets I had. I really had no fucking life outside of work and if I needed any proof, this was it. I finally decided on a red off-the-shoulder peasant shirt with black skinny jeans and red and black ballet shoes. I hopped in the shower unable to think of anything else but the beautiful, tattooed man that was waiting for my call. I showered quickly in an effort to prevent myself from engaging in a Syn-focused self-love session... I didn't have that kind of time. I pat myself partially dry and rubbed lotion onto my damp skin, I would die if I was ashy on this date. I put my clothes on and applied makeup. It had been so long since I'd dressed up, I almost forgot how to make the dramatic strokes of black eyeliner that I used to be so good at. I flat-ironed my hair and sprayed on some of my Victoria's Secret perfume. Once I looked myself over in the floor-length mirror on the back of my door, I picked up my phone and called Syn. Again, he answered on the first ring. "Are you ready, Sweetness?" he asked. Him calling me 'Sweetness' made me turn 4 different shades of red. "Yes, I'm ready," I said, taking a seat on my sofa. "Great! Just come down stairs, I'm already here," he said. I looked out my window and sure enough, there was an unfamiliar black BMW parked downstairs. "I'll be down in a sec," I said as I quickly hung up the phone. I wanted to run and jump back in my bed so I could scream again, but I didn't want to mess up my makeup. After my heart slowed itself down a few beats per minute, I grabbed my bag and walked outside. I locked the door and started down the stairs. There he was, leaned against his car smoking a Marlboro Red. He was wearing his infamous black fedora, a black t-shirt that said 'House of Syn' in purple letters, some slashed-up black jeans that were completed with a bullet belt, and some plain black chucks. My eyes rolled over his firm biceps and his muscular arms. I saw the black cast over his right arm and made note that it did not have a negative impact whatsoever on his very pronounced sex appeal. This man was the epitome of bad and I couldn't get enough. "Those things can kill you, you know?" I said gesturing to the cigarette. "Dollface, living the lifestyle that I do, if a cigarette is what kills me, I'll count my blessings," he said with a smirk. I watched as he tilted his head back and exhaled the smoke into the air. "But you know, smoking is the number one cause of-" I began, only to be cut off. "Alright, Kia, shit! I didn't know that dating a nurse was gonna be like this!" He said, pouting. He took a long, final drag of the cigarette before crushing it into the pavement and blowing the smoke into the air once again... he was already towards the end of it, so I didn't feel too bad. I was just floored by his comment about dating a nurse. Dating? I guess because this was a date, we could be, in fact, dating. He turned to me and gave me a once-over. "You look fucking amazing!" he said, nodding in approval, "C'mere," he said stretching out his arms. It was all I could do not to break my neck trying to get to him. I walked over to him and walked into his hug, throwing my arms around his neck and laying my head on his shoulder. He smelled like expensive cologne, mint, and Marlboros... it was intoxicating. He leaned back onto his car and linked his fingers at the base of my back. I would have been perfectly content with staying this way forever. Before long, his stomach gave an impatient growl, ruining the moment. I looked up at him with a smile and said: "I guess we should be getting going before you eat me!" His eyes darkened at my comment, clearly taking it the other way. "Don't give me any ideas, Dollface... and don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I'm still a fucking beast," he growled into my neck. I felt my pulse quicken as I looked into his eyes. I could tell that he was only halfway kidding. I untangled myself from his long arms and straightened my clothes. I started to walk around the car to let myself in... somehow, he beat me to it, holding the door open for me. "M'lady," he said with a smile. I blushed at such a chivalrous gesture coming from man that not only declared himself a beast, but also met all of the criteria. I sat down and looked around his car. It was amazing, full of do-dads and whatnots whose functions were unknown to me. Before long, he slid into the drivers seat. "Hang on, Princess," he said as I buckled my seatbelt. He hit the gas and took off, jerking me back into my seat. I couldn't help but think that I would end up being in the ER tonight whether or not it was my off day. I watched as he smiled as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too long before we made it to the restaurant! ~*~*~*~ The Porta Bella Italian Restaurant was everything that Brian made it out to be... plus much more. It had valet parking, fountains, lights, VIP, and a reservation list that was more than six months out. He walked over to my side of the car and opened the door for me. "After you, Mademoiselle," he said, bowing as I got out the car... I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his quirky chivalry. He walked to my right and offered me his non-injured tattooed arm. I took it and we walked up the red carpet directly to the door where there was a rather robust man with a really red face standing with a clipboard. There were at least 40 couples waiting in line and I felt like an asshole to just strut to the front like we owned the place. I also felt a bit underdressed when I saw the others that were waiting in line, that is, until I remembered the handsome man beside me... Suddenly, I just felt inferior. "Name, Sir?" he asked without looking up at us from his list. If nothing else made me feel like I was two inches tall, that did. "Gates, Synyster Gates, VIP number: 1734621," he said smoothly and confidently. "Oh! Mr. Gates! I hardly recognized you!" the fat red man exclaimed turning even redder. "Maybe you would have if you actually looked at us," Syn said cooly. "My apologies, Sir. Let's get you inside, hmm?" he said, all but bowing as he showed us inside. When we got inside, I was taken aback by the architectural beauty of the restaurant. There was artwork that adorned the walls and the ceiling closely resembling the Sistine Chapel. Happy Italian music echoed through the building, complemented by the clink of silverware and the dull rumble of conversation. There was a beautiful hostess that smiled and greeted us when we came in. "Oh! Mr. Gates! Such a pleasure it is to see you again! Oh! You're hurt! " she exclaimed as gestured to his cast and walked over and air-kissed his cheeks. I felt a bit of jealousy surge through my veins at the sight. 'Easy...' I thought feeling slightly embarrassed of my involuntary emotions. "Likewise, Cecilia. It's not a big deal... This is Kia, my date... I'm sure you have a table available that's close to the fountain?" he said, flashing that perfect smile. It was amazing that he had so much freakin' pull around here! She smiled and nodded politely in my direction. "Yes, Sir... allow me to show you to your table," she said as she gestured for us to follow. She lead us to a beautiful table with lit candles and wine on ice, and, as promised, it was right next to a lighted fountain. "Thank you, Cecilia," he said as he pulled my chair out for me. I sat down and looked at the silverware. I had no fucking idea what went to what and it was embarrassing. He took a seat opposite me and smiled. "So... what do you think?" he asked looking at me hopefully. It was really sweet that he went through all of this for some approval. "It's beautiful, Syn," I said truthfully. "Awesome, I hoped you'd like it!" he said still smiling. A tall, thin man with a goatee and thin eyebrows walked to our table. "Hello, welcome to the Porta Bella! My name is Anthony, what can I start you off with to drink tonight?" I ordered water and Brian just wanted wine glasses. When he returned with my drink, he asked if we wanted soup or salad. I ordered salad and Brian ordered soup. Soon, they brought out the first course... I watched as he started in on his soup, it was kind of cute how he tried to eat slowly to camouflage the fact that he was freaking starving... After a few moments, he looked up and smiled. "Kia, I noticed you haven't eaten much, just a little bit of bread... what's wrong?" he asked, wiping his mouth. "Honestly?" I asked, feeling like a complete idiot. "No.. I want you to tell me a lie... Yes, honestly!" he said sarcastically. "I don't know which fork is the salad fork," I said, blushing. He looked at me as if he found my predicament amusing and then he shrugged his shoulders. "Babe, I have no fucking clue which fork is the damn salad fork and neither should you... Eat with the fork you know how to use. I don't care..." I smiled at how cool he was about the situation and picked up the closest thing to a normal fork that I could find. I was still eating my salad when Anthony took our orders. I, like I mentioned previously, went for the classic spaghetti and meatballs, while Syn went for something called Osso Buco. "Why do you look so uncomfortable, Kia?" he asked, looking concerned. "I just never been to a place this nice, Syn," I said again feeling inferior. "Well, Babe, you deserve the best and as long as you choose to stick with me, you will have the best," he said, reaching for my hand. I blushed for the umpteenth time that evening and looked down at the table. "Thanks, Brian, it means a lot when you say things like that." I took his hand. "No prob, Kia, I only say what's true," he said and Anthony came with our food... "Perfect timing, Anthony..." I thought as he set my spaghetti in front of me. "Parmesan, Miss?" he said coming over with the grinder. "Yes, please," I said nodding. He grinded Parmesan over my plate for a really long time, I would have been embarrassed, but hey, I love cheesy spaghetti. "Would you like for me to pour wine for you and the lady, Sir?" Anthony said gesturing at the wine glasses. "Yes, please, Anthony," Brian said, also nodding his consent. Anthony skillfully opened the bottle and poured red wine in my glass and in Brian's. "Is there anything further I can do for you, Sir?" Anthony said with a smile. "No, Anthony, I think that will be all," Syn said picking up his who-gives-a-fuck fork, about to dig in. We ate in silence for the first part of the meal, Syn, I already knew was starving and I was caught off guard by my own appetite. The food was exquisite, the service was exceptional, and my date was fucking awesome! I watched as he ate, it was ridiculous how he could look amazing doing something a normal as eating a meal. "Good?" he asked, wiping his mouth. "It's delicious, Syn! I love it!" I exclaimed. "What do you think about the wine?" he asked, sipping his third glass to my one. "It's okay, I'm not really much of a drinker," I admitted, shrugging. "You're right...I'm good with an ice cold beer and pack of Marlboros, Sweetness," he said, chuckling. "So, Syn, what made you want to ask me out?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Honestly, when I saw you at the ER, I thought you were really cute and really professional. That's not normal for me, girls aren't usually cute but you are fucking adorable. Anytime I made a pass at you, you shot me down and it wasn't because you wanted to, I could tell, it was because you stood for something.... something bigger than yourself and I respected that. Of course, I didn't like being denied, but I respected why you made the decision that you did," he smiled and continued, making me melt. "When I got home, the guys were making fun of my fucking cast and I thought about what you said about the fans loving me either way and as soon as you crossed my mind that one time, I couldn't stop thinking about you! I called the hospital and asked for you and the lady let it slip that your name was Mi'Kia and I had the flowers delivered. Later on that night, I Googled you, it seems that you're the only Mi'Kia in the city and there goes your cell number! Now, here we are..." he said, gesturing to our surroundings "And I'm very glad we are," I said, leaning forward to let my lips brush his. To my surprise, he turned red and smiled a kind of goofy smile. "M-me too, Kia... me too," he stammered. Anthony came a final time and offered us dessert, we were both too stuffed. He left the bill and thanked us for our business. Brian paid the bill and soon we were back outside, arm in arm, waking to the car. Again, he opened the door for me and I got in, he soon followed. The ride home was not as eventful as the ride to the Porta Bella, partly because I already knew that Syn drove like a bat out of hell and it didn't surprise me. When we made it to my apartments, he opened the door for me and walked me up to my apartment. "Kia, I had a really good time with you tonight and I wanted to know if you'd consider going out with me again sometime?" he asked, fumbling with his fingers. I took his face in both of my hand and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was lasting 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 seconds too long, but neither of us wanted to end it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his hands took their place at the dip in my back. Finally, I pulled away. "Yes, Brian... I'd love to go out with you again." "Awesome, Babe!" he said giving me another peck on the lips. "I guess this is goodnight?" he asked. I nodded and he smiled. "Okay, give me a call tomorrow, Sweetness... as soon as you open those pretty brown eyes." I nodded, hugging him again. "Goodnight, Brian," I said smiling. My cheeks were starting to burn again. "Goodnight, Kia," he said as I walked in my apartment and shut the door. I looked out the window and watched him descend the stairs with a little extra pep in his step, lighting up a Marlboro. It almost hurt watching him drive away. After this perfect night, I did the only thing that felt right: I took off my shoes, ran to my bedroom, jumped in my bed, and screamed in my pillow. ~*~*~*~ When I woke up the next morning, my head was swimming. Flashbacks of the night before entranced me. Had I really just gone on the perfect date with one of the most gorgeous men on the planet? I think I did. Did I really kiss him last night? Yes, not once but twice! Did he really ask me out again? Yes, and I was supposed to call him right now... In an effort to stay true to my word, I picked up the phone and called Syn, ignoring the beating of my heart. It rang once, twice, three times, and soon it went to voicemail. 'Hmm, that's not like him,' I thought as I tried again. Still no answer. Maybe last night was simply just too perfect. I picked up my phone and called my best friend... "Mickey! What have you been up to for the last couple of days? It's not like you to not call your mother everyday... If you didn't call me soon, I was gonna sound an Amber Alert!" she said only half-way kidding. "Well... You know, I've been working and sleeping, went on a date with Synyster Gates, the usual," I said, squeezing in the part about Syn. "You what? Why wasn't I the first to know?" she asked, pretending to be hurt. "You are the first to know, Ma!" I said with a laugh. "Well, what happened?" she asked eagerly. I told her about my amazing night with Synyster Gates, everything from the grandeur of the architecture to Brian's perfect behavior. When I finished, she sat there holding the phone as if she were trying to get a grasp on everything that I said. After awhile, she finally spoke. "Well, what are you waiting for, Mickey! Give that man a call!" she said excitedly. "I already did... twice, no answer. I didn't leave a message because I figured that he would see the missed calls were from me," I said quietly. "Well, it's still early, Baby, he might be doing something important. He'll call you back, don't worry," she said in her best maternal voice. "Okay, Mom, you're right... he could just be-" I began, but stopped because my line was beeping. I pulled the phone away from my face and looked at the screen. It was Syn! "Mom- it's Syn -I'll call you back- I love you-bye!" I said as one word as I clicked over. "Hello?" I said a little too excitedly. "Hey, Babe... Sorry I didn't answer, I was outside," he said sounding like he was out of breath. "It's fine, I just woke up anyway," I said, shrugging. "Have you eaten?" he asked. "Nope, not yet, I was just gonna make myself-" I began only for him to cut me off. "Don't you dare! I'm taking you out for breakfast, what do you want? Anything... price is not an issue." he said, not leaving me time to say no. "Syn, you don't have to-" I began again only to be cut off. "I know I don't have to but I want to. Now, for the last time: what do you want for breakfast?" he said dismissively. Seeing that there was no point in arguing, I gave in. "If you insist, I want Denny's," "Denny's? I say 'price is not an issue' and you want fucking Denny's? Dollface, you never cease to amaze me," he said with a chuckle. "What? I love Denny's!" I replied simply. It was true, I would take Denny's or Chinese food over anything else in the world... period. "Okay, okay, whatever you want, Kia. How fast can you get ready?" he asked, releasing the tell-tale tummy rumble that I could hear over the phone. God, that man could eat... "Just let me shower and I'll get dressed, okay?" I said already searching through my closet for an outfit. I expected to find a non-scrub outfit for the second day in a row? Fat chance. "Alright, Dollface, just gimme a call when you're ready," he replied. We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. After deciding on an old pair of light, slightly ripped jeans and a white blouse with a cinched waist, I hopped in the shower. I thoroughly washed my body and stepped out on the bath mat. I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. I didn't look bad but I definitely had no idea what the hell Brian could possibly see in a girl like me...we were like the two poles on a magnet. 'Duh, Kia... opposites attract,' I thought as I saw how the old saying finally applied to my life. I was definitely attracted to him, that's for sure. Tender, Loving Care Ch. 02 I lotioned my skin, put on my clothes, and slid my feet into some plain, white flip flops. Very casual, very Denny's. Right before I began to fuss with my hair, I heard my cell phone ring. I ran to see who it was... it was Syn. "Hello?" I said into the phone breathlessly. "Hey, Babe, can you come open the door? It's hot out here!" he said and hung up. My heart was beating a million miles per hour... I looked around my small apartment. It was clean, but it suddenly seemed so bland. I was almost embarrassed of my lack of creativity. Synyster Gates in my apartment? It just seemed unreal. After few moments, I heard knocking on the door. 'It's now or never', I thought to myself as I swung open the door. Standing before me was a very sexy Brian Haner, Jr. wearing a simple black, t-shirt that clung to his body in the best way, some dark grey jeans, and some dark grey Nikes with a black swoosh. His hair was spiked every which way and he had a look of pure lust in his eyes. I watched as a bead of sweat rolled from his forehead and down along his strong jaw line. I silently thanked God for making this a hot summer. I watched as his dark eyes rolled over my body as mine had just done his. I felt my pulse quicken under his probing gaze. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly think straight! He broke the intense silence. "You see something you like?" he asked, staring into my eyes with such intensity that I couldn't look away. I nodded absently. "Good, because I do, too," he said as he dove into my lips pushing me back into my apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. Oh, my God! Is this really happening? I thought as he pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor... Tender, Loving Care Ch. 03 It was too soon... way too soon and I knew it. It's only been what? Six days since I met him? Not even a fucking week! I felt like a fucking slut... I knew that I shouldn't give in to the feeling of his lips against mine, the delicious taste of mint and Marlboros in my mouth, his intoxicating scent, or the way his hands rubbed up my back as he undid my bra and tossed it carelessly to the floor but all of my senses were being taken over by Synyster Gates. I was definitely having second thoughts but they were being pushed to the back burner as he unbuttoned my jeans with one hand as he pushed me against my living room wall with the other. "Brian...no," I said, shaking my head and stifling a moan as he dipped his face down and took my left nipple into his mouth. "Call me Syn," he growled in my ear as he rubbed my pussy through my soaked panties. "Syn... ooh!" I moaned as he slid my panties down my thighs and traced circles on my clit with his calloused finger. "That's it, Kia... give in," he whispered as he returned his attention back to my breasts. I felt his hot breath on my nipples, causing them to harden in anticipation. "No, Syn... it's too soon," I said quietly. I watched as his dark eyes looked up at me, his lust burning in the stare. "Tell me to stop and mean it and I will, I don't wanna do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, Dollface," he said, still holding my gaze. I wanted him and apparently, my mouth was silenced by human nature. He kissed my lips and pushed me harder against the wall to steady me. "Tell me you don't want me to stop, Kia," he whispered huskily into my ear. "Syn... don't stop," said a voice that sounded like mine. I felt his hands travel down to his own pants and unbuttoned them. I reached down and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor as well. My jaw dropped and my breath caught in my throat as I watched his tattoos become exposed to me... my eyes rolled hungrily over the ink that adorned his body. He had his dick out and was slowly rubbing it against my entrance. I let out an inhuman growl as he continued to tease me. "What's the matter, Babe? You feel something you want?" he said as he planted kisses along my collarbone. "Yesss," I hissed as desire built up in my body. "Good, because I do, too," he growled as he grabbed my right leg and hiked it over his non-injured arm and pushed into me to the hilt. I let out a deafening moan but he fucked me until I was silent. Apparently the cast was cramping his style because he grabbed my other leg and hiked it over his cast, using only the wall for support. "Oh, Syn! You feel so good!" I moaned as I reached my hand between us and rubbed my clit. "Fuck yeah, Kia! Rub that fucking pussy, Babe!" he said, releasing my right leg so he could grip my neck with his free hand. It didn't take long before I felt my pussy begin to pulse around his thrusting cock. He fucked me hard and I loved every fucking minute of it. "Fucking scream for me, Kia... scream my fucking name!" he demanded and he continued to mercilessly ram into my pussy. I came completely undone. "Syn!" I screamed as he ravaged my body... my pussy groped him, enticing him to follow me to ecstasy. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kia, I'm about to fucking blow," he groaned, letting that be my warning as he thrusted in to me a final time, filling me with his cum. He was breathing as hard as I was. He pulled out of me and sat me unsteadily on my feet, holding me upright until I regained balance. His cum dripped down my thigh. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me. "I am so sorry, Kia," he whispered, kissing my neck. "What's wrong, Brian?" I asked, concerned... did I do something wrong? "That wasn't how I pictured it," he began, making my heart sink... it was me. "You deserve better than this... a quick fuck against a wall," he finished, making me feel a lot better. "It's okay, Baby, you can make it up to me...Take a shower with me and feed me!" I said, stripping the rest of his clothes off. We all have our thoughts of what we would do to that celebrity if we only had the chance. Mine were: 'If I ever got a chance with Synyster Gates, I would 1) memorize and trace every tattoo of his with my tongue, 2) find out firsthand if his long fingers were that talented with anything other than his guitar, and 3) find out if he tastes as good as he looks.' I traced his tattoos with my tongue, all right, and that was what started round two in the shower. I found out that his fingers worked just as well on me, if not better than his guitar, hence, starting round three in my bed. Finally, I found that he tastes even better than he looks (though I didn't think it was possible), therefore, possibly starting round four on my couch. "Shit, woman! You're trying to fucking kill me!" he hissed through clenched teeth as I ran my tongue along his shaft, looking into his dark eyes. I groaned at his taste as I licked the precum from the tip. "I'm just taking advantage of the time I have with you," I said before wrapping my mouth around the head and slowly making my way down. "Ah, fuck! What do you mean?" he asked as I began to bob up and down on his cock, making loud, slurping noises. I shook my head to indicate that we'd talk later and that I was busy at the moment. He groaned words of encouragement as he began to thrust to meet my decent, shoving himself down my throat. Before long, his dick got rock hard in my mouth and he held my head in place as he filled my waiting mouth with his seed with a loud groan. I swallowed it all and crawled into his lap, savoring the memory of his taste. "You are fucking something, Kia," he said breathing hard. "...and his name is Synyster Gates," I replied, kissing his neck. He chuckled deep in his throat and held me against his chest. I was fucking exhausted and he was as well. Soon, the growling of our stomachs, his in particular, reminded us of what we were supposed to be doing. "Do you still wanna go to Denny's?" he asked, holding his stomach. "Not so much anymore... let's order Chinese or something. I have chips to tie you over until it gets here," I said matter-of-factly. "Hell yeah," he said sitting down on the couch and catching the bag of Bugles that I threw in his direction. I picked up the phone and called Mandarin's Chinese Restaurant and ordered my usual Special #2 with Garlic Chicken, Beef Broccoli, Chicken Fried Rice, Egg Drop Soup, and an Egg Roll... Brian was definitely gonna see how much I could put away on an empty stomach. I ordered him the same because he was indecisive as all hell, I hoped he'd like it. I took a seat by him on the couch, never fully getting used to seeing him nude... his thick cock resting on his thigh. It's one of those fan-things where you wonder for so long how he's gonna look naked that when you really see, it's unreal. "You're gonna have to put some clothes on, Sir," I said, pointing my finger at him. "Why?" he asked defiantly through a mouthful of Bugles. "I don't want my couch smelling like ass!" I said, laughing. He swallowed the chips that were in his mouth and looked at me with that sexy look that made me leak every time. "It's gonna smell like wet pussy, if anything," he said with a deep, sexy chuckle. "Point taken," I said as I got up and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top. I came back, throwing him his boxers. "No raw ass on my couch!" "Damn, okay!" he said, sucking the chip residue off of his fingers. Ugh! He was so fucking sexy! He stood up in all his Synyster glory and put on his boxers before plopping back down on the couch. I snuggled up next to him and turned on the TV. We watched House of Wax until the doorbell rang. Syn stood up and grabbed his wallet out of his discarded jeans. He shamelessly opened the door in his boxers and paid the delivery boy whose name I remembered was Jin. I ordered from them often and I knew he would have a lot to say when he returned to the restaurant about 'the nearly naked, tattooed man that answered the door at Miss Langston's apartment.' "Shit! This smells fucking incredible!" he exclaimed as he sat the bag down on my dining table. "I know," I agreed, the delicious aroma invading my nostrils as well. I walked to the table and opened the bag and divvied up the food. We sat down in the living room, eating in silence and watching the rest of House of Wax. Before long, we were finished with the meal and was time for fortune cookies. At the count of three, we cracked them open. My fortune read: Trust your intuition. The universe is guiding your life. 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' I thought and shrugged... fortune cookies weren't supposed to make sense. "A pleasant surprise is in store for you," Brian read aloud and looked at me. He shrugged his shoulders just as I did, further proving my point. "I dunno, Brian," I said, picking up the cartons and walking to the kitchen to throw them away. When I returned, he was looking at me intently. "What?" I asked, puzzled. "Turn around," he said quietly. I did so, in fear that something was on me. "What is that?" he asked in the same, quiet voice. "What is what?" I asked, still bewildered. "Take off your shirt," he said. He was really starting to creep me out. I shrugged my shoulders and took it off, still oblivious to whatever the hell he was looking at. "You knew! The whole time, you fucking knew!" he said excitedly. Enough was enough. "I knew what, Brian?" "You knew who I was," he said simply. Of course I knew who he was, what the fuck was he getting at? "Yes, I knew who you were the whole time... Synyster Gates: lead guitarist for..." I began, quickly realizing what he was staring at. I turned around quickly and blushed. "I knew you had an idea, I just didn't know how you were a fucking fan. Now, I find out you had fucking Death Bats the whole Goddamn time?!" he bellowed, causing me to be unsure of how he felt about the situation. "Brian, when would it have been appropriate to tell you? When you asked me about my tattoos in the hospital? 'Oh yes, Mr. Haner, I have tattoos and it just so happens that I have your band's logo tattooed on my back?' Yeah, that would have went over nicely," I said, trying to make light of the situation. "Yes! Sometime would have been nice... you know what? It doesn't fucking matter," he said, rising to his feet and walking over to me. He wrapped his hands around the base of my back and pulled me into a rough kiss, his erection pressing into my stomach. I released a moan as he began to knead my ass through my basketball shorts. "What's my name?" he growled into my neck as he squeezed my breast simultaneously. "Syn," I moaned as he nipped at my neck. "Yeah, Baby, that what I like to hear," he grumbled, pushing my loose shorts to the ground, leaving me naked. "Again!" he demanded as he smacked my ass, the pain radiated through my body, making me even hotter. I bit my bottom lip, not giving him the satisfaction. Without missing a beat, he rammed two fingers inside me. "Say my fucking name," he demanded, staring into my eyes as his skilled fingers stroked me closer and closer to glory. "Syn!" I screamed as my first orgasm of this round rippled through me, making me weak in the knees. He picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. He sat me on the edge of the bed and told me to bend over. I obeyed, pushing my ass in the air. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer to him and stepped out of his boxers. He pushed just the head into my soaked pussy, causing me to let out a sharp breath. He pulled it out and roughly smacked my pussy with it, making me moan in my throat. I tried to push back on him to get him to enter me, but he backed away from my every attempt. "Syn..." I whined as he pulled away for the last time. I felt so empty and I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock filling me to capacity. Without a word or warning, he granted my silent wish and plunged into me forcefully. He grabbed a handful of my hair with his right hand and roughly smacked my ass with his left. He forcefully pulled my head back by my hair and growled: "What's my fucking name?" as he pounded my pussy vigorously. Again, I bit my lip to keep his name from escaping my lips. "Oh, so you're not gonna talk? I'll make you fucking talk," he promised, gripping my neck with both hands as his cock entered me deeper than ever before. "Whose fucking cock is deep in your pussy, Kia?" he asked, jack hammering my tight cunt. "Y-your's," I whispered, struggling to speak under his tight grip. "Who. Am. I?" he asked between hard thrusts. "Syn!" I screamed as I felt my pussy began to clinch down on his cock. "Yeah, Baby, you know exactly whose making you feel so good, don't you? You know exactly who I am," he growled as he rolled his hips, gently massaging my spasming pussy. "Get ready, I'm about to cum," he warned as he gripped and separated my ass cheeks, watching his hard cock disappear into my tight wetness. Before long, he was fucking me harder than ever, before pulling out and shooting his hot cum all over my back. He gently rubbed it into my tattoos. I now knew exactly how it felt to be drenched in Syn. ~*~*~*~ "So," I began, exhaling softly as I laid my head on his chest, tracing my fingertips over his 'FOREVER' tattoo, "what now?" He looked down at my face, searching it for the underlying meaning of my words. "What do you mean?" he asked, bewildered. I shrugged my shoulders and spoke: "I mean, what do we do now? You're bound to have to leave me for tours and there's no way I can expect you to stay true to me on the road... Wait a minute, what the hell am I talking about? We're not even in a real relationship...we don't even have titles for each other! What is this?" I asked gesturing between us. He studied my face for awhile and cleared his throat to speak: "This," he began, repeating the gesture that I had just done, "is a connection between two people that neither of us want to break. This is a friendship that just so happened to evolve into something a little more. This is something beautiful, Kia," he said as he kissed my lips. I felt a warm sensation flood over me as he pulled me into an embrace. He made me feel great inside and out, I was in too deep and I knew it. I was right about one thing: he would be touring again very soon... then what? His soft kisses and warm hugs wouldn't be there to comfort me, then. I should get out of this... now, before things could get any more complicated for us. "Syn, we shouldn't," I whispered as he left a trail of kisses along my collarbone. He stopped abruptly, looking into my eyes with such intensity that I was unable to look away. "What's wrong, Kia... what are you so afraid of?" "I'm afraid of getting hurt," I replied simply. It was the truth so I didn't have to struggle with thinking and finding words for my feelings. "Brian, you are a rockstar! Things happen and I'm not ready for that." "You're right, Kia, things do happen... there is no guarantee that I won't fuck up my hand or something and not be able to play anymore. I've already came pretty damn close with my arm, I just got fucking lucky. What happens then? What happens when I can't be a rockstar anymore? I won't have anybody then... Matt has Val, Zacky has Gena, Johnny and Lacey, Jimmy has... hell, I won't even get started on him... but who do I have? I have no one. I'm fucking 30 years old and all I have right now is you, and we have the potential to have something amazing," he said smiling and stroking my cheek. I stared deeply into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling myself get lost. I leaned in and kissed him, forgetting for the moment, all of my fears and worries. I pulled away and looked at his beautiful face, he had just bared his soul to me and I was ecstatic that he trusted me enough to share his concerns with me. He was an incredible man, he just lead a very difficult lifestyle. He was a rockstar and he was damn good at it... who was I to deny him? Our close moment was interrupted my phone ringing. I blushed, remembering that my ringtone was 'So Far Away'. He pointed at me and laughed hysterically... asshole. I picked up the phone and threw it at him. "It's for you," I said smugly. He looked at me, confused before putting the phone up to his ear. "Hello?" he said, a little scared to see who it was. "Is this Syn? Synyster Gates?" my mom asked excitedly on the other end. "Yes, yes, it is... may I ask who I'm speaking with?" he asked cautiously. "Honey, my name is Ametria Langston, you can call me Meechi. I'm Mickey's mom," she said politely. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Meechi, I've heard some pretty good things about you," he said smiling. "Likewise, Mr. Gates," she replied cordially. "Really?" he said, looking at me questioningly, "like what?" "Well, first, she's been talking about you and your band for years now, whenever she was happy, sad, angry, frustrated, or anything in between, I would have Avenged Sevenfold blaring through the house from her bedroom. She told me how enthused she was when she saw that she would be your nurse in the ER and how you kept making passes at her, she told me about her being scared to act on her feelings because you were a patient, she told me about the flowers and the card, she told me about the date at the Porta Bella, but curiously, I haven't heard from her since yesterday about this time and she usually calls me everyday," she said suspiciously. "Well, Ms. Meechi, if I would have known, I would have been sure to remind her," he said trying to hide the fact that he had stayed the night and kept me too busy to call my mom. "Sure, Syn, sure," she said sarcastically. "Well, it was nice to speak with you, Ms. Meechi, I'll let you speak to Kia, now," he said shoving the phone in my direction. We were caught. "Hello?" I said into the phone, cringing. "What happened?" Tender, Loving Care Ch. 04 "Aww, I'm honored," Syn said, giving me a sexy smirk. I was absolutely terrified to know what my mom had said to him. "Why?" I asked, dumbfounded, "What did she tell you?" "Oh," he said, walking over to me nice and slow, "I believe she said something about you talking about 'me and my band' for years now..." My face flushed... this was one of those moments when I could absolutely die of embarrassment. "Yeah... so what?" I asked, walking away from him. "Aww, Kia... you're blushing," he said, following me and running his calloused finger along my heated cheek. "Brian, stop it!" I said, smacking his hand away playfully. "It's cute," he said, pushing me backwards on my bed and pressing kisses on my bare stomach down over my covered mound. "Syn..." I groaned as he pulled my basketball shorts down over my thighs. I felt an electrical current everywhere he touched me... it was addictive. "Kia..." he whispered against my soaked pussy. He reached his left hand up to stroke my nipple as he lowered his hot mouth on my clit. "Fuck, Syn!" I screamed as his skilled tongue bathed my slit. I began to buck my hips, pushing my dripping pussy in his face. He stilled my body with one hand as he dipped his tongue inside of me. "Damn, Kia," he groaned as he sloppily slurped my wetness, "You taste so fucking good." He slipped two fingers deep inside of me, angling them to perfectly stroke my g-spot. I screamed his name as I squirted my juices into his waiting mouth. When I finally came down from my high, he looked at me and smirked... "You know what?" he asked, " I think it's time for you to meet the band." ~*~*~*~ "Gates! Quit tongue-gagging her and bring her ass in here!" A tall, lanky man with his black hair cut in a funky hairstyle shouted out the open door. Jesus Christ, it's The Rev! I could hardly contain myself! "Alright!" he shouted back. He had me pinned against his car, dominating my mouth with his. It all started with him getting me mentally prepped for the rest of Avenged and ended with this. "You ready, Dollface?" he asked, planting a final kiss to my swollen lips. I nodded, though my heart was pounding uncomfortably in my chest. He wrapped a protective arm around my waist and walked me up the stairs. He opened the door and escorted me through it. "About fucking time!" Jimmy yelled, making me jump. Before I knew it, he was beside me, taking my hand in his and placing a small kiss on it. He moved like a snake. "And who is this delectable creature? I'm Jimmy." He winked at me. "She is mine, James," Syn said, staring daggers at him. "Your what exactly, Brian?" Jimmy asked, raising an eyebrow. Syn opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by a short man with blond and black hair styled in a Mohawk bursting in the door. Johnny fucking Christ! "Sorry I'm late," he began but stopped when he saw me, "Hello," he said, winking at me and prolonging the 'o' sound. "Back off, Short Shit!" Syn barked. I was in absolute shock... my favorite band was here...fighting over me! "Fuck you, Cripple!" Johnny shot back. Johnny struck a cord but Syn wasn't about to let him know it. "Jesus, do you guys ever fucking stop?" asked a man with black hair, green eyes, and full, pouty lips... it was Zacky V... I was gonna die! "He started it," Johnny said, pointing at Brian like a child. "Well, I'm finishing it," A voice said from the top of the staircase, I looked up to see a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders, tattoos, aviator sunglasses and a lip ring. The one and only: M. Shadows. Change of panties anyone? "And who the hell are you, Shadows?" Syn asked, turning his head roughly to look at him. "I'm Daddy," Matt said, shrugging his shoulders. "Bullshit, you're just a 'roided up jackass that chooses to wear sunglasses inside...real smart," Syn said, laughing. "I'm not 'roided up..." Matt said, taking off his sunglasses. "Who's that?" "This is my... friend, Kia," Syn said with a smile. "Kia, this is everybody." "That introduction doesn't do us justice, Gates, " Zacky said, wiggling his eyebrows and looking at me, "I'm Zacky." "Nice to meet you," I said, blushing. "What about me? Was it nice to meet me?" Jimmy asked, pouting like a child... he was too cute. "It was nice to meet you, too, Jimmy," I said with a laugh. Matt made his way down the staircase and took my hand in his: "I'm Matt." My hand seemed so small in his. I smiled at him broadly and told him how nice it was to meet him. "Kia, I'm Johnny... Do you wanna hang out sometime? Just you and me?" Johnny asked with a smirk. I must have turned twenty different shades of red when he asked me that... "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked, uncomfortably. "I do... but when have a very open relationship," he said, licking his lips seductively. Jesus, Johnny Christ. "Well, we don't," Syn said, staring him down. "But Syn, you said she was a friend... We share friends here," Johnny reminded him. I felt nauseous... damn the Rockstar lifestyle. "Yeah, Syn... She's a friend," Jimmy said, snaking a long, slender arm around my waist, sending chills up my spine. "This is different," Brian said, pulling me away from Jimmy. "How is this different?" Zacky asked, undressing me with his beautiful, green eyes. "Enough! If he doesn't want to share, he doesn't have to! Now, I suggest you guys treat her like a friend and not a cock target," Matt said sternly. I was halfway happy that he intervened. Syn walked me to the large living room of whoever's house this was and pulled me close next to him. "I guess your right," Johnny said, eyes downcast, "you want a beer?" "Of course she doesn't! She wants one of those girly drinks, dontcha?" Jimmy asked looking at me excitedly, "I make the best girly drinks!" "No, thank you, Jimmy... I don't drink," I said feeling a bit bad... he had really wanted to make me a drink. A disappointed look painted his face. "You want a smoke?" Zacky asked, offering me a Marlboro. "I don't smoke, either," I said, declining. "Jesus, what are you... a nun?" Matt asked, taking a swig of his beer. "No," Syn said, smiling, "She's a nurse." ~*~*~*~*~ "To the pool!" Jimmy bellowed, pointing out the back door. Jimmy had a kicking and screaming Johnny thrown over his shoulder, carrying him into the backyard. Johnny had lost a staring contest to him and Jimmy was about to throw him into the pool... these boys had had a little too much to drink "Put me down, you gangly freak," Johnny shouted with no luck. "As you wish," Jimmy shrugged, throwing him into the pool. A few seconds later, he resurfaced sputtering and splashing water up on Jimmy. "You owe me a new phone, Asshole," he said, staring daggers at Jimmy. "I will happily buy you a new phone...it was totally worth it," Jimmy teased. I couldn't take their constant ridiculing of Johnny. Poor guy. I walked over to him, extending a hand to help him out. "Awww, Kia... why are you ruining our fun?" Zacky asked, shaking his black hair. "She's aiding the enemy! She must share his fate!" Jimmy bellowed and before anyone could stop him, he pushed me in. "Motherfucker!" I screamed when I finally resurfaced. I was happy that my phone was still inside sitting on the coffee table. "Not cool, Jims," Syn said, turning his chocolate eyes on him disapprovingly. "What?!" he asked, looking innocent. Syn said nothing, he just stripped down to his boxers and began to get into the water. I would never get used to seeing that sexy man's tattooed skin. "Brian, don't! You can't get your cast wet," I reminded him. "Hold on a sec," Matt said, disappearing into the house coming out with a long, black elastic sleeve. I did not want to think about what Matt had used that for. "Fucking sweet," Brian said, slipping the sleeve over his cast and doing a cannonball in the pool. Zacky, Jimmy, and Matt followed suit, stripping off their clothes and jumping in the pool. Johnny threw his shirt and shorts on the side of the pool and I knew that he, too was in the pool with me in his boxers. I was surrounded by the shimmering, wet, tattooed skins of the men from Avenged Sevenfold... They were too perfect! One of them swam beneath me and grabbed my feet. I screamed as Jimmy lifted me out of the water and dunked me. "Jimmy!" I squealed, gasping for breath. "I love how you say my name, Sexy," he said, winking at me. I splashed him in the face and he gave me a hurt puppy dog face. "Save it!" I said, splashing him again. He stared daggers at me with his blue eyes before busting out laughing. "You know, you're still fully dressed, Kia," Zacky said, circling me like a shark. "That's because I'm getting out of this pool and drying off," I grumbled, walking towards the pool ladder. "Aww, Dollface, don't be like that," Syn said, looking up at me. I pulled my wet body out of the pool only to be met by whistling and lots of hoots and hollers. "Knock it off," I grumbled at them, picking up a towel. "Come on, Kia... don't go in! Swim with us," Matt said, splashing water up on me. "I don't have a swimsuit," I shrugged. "Uh yeah, you do... strip down, Woman... we won't hold it against you!" Jimmy said, smirking. I sighed. If everyone else was gonna be out here in the pool, I certainly couldn't go into someone's house I just met and wait. 'Fuck it,' I grumbled. I looked at Brian for approval and when he nodded, turned my back to them and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. I thanked God that today I was wearing a matching set. "Holy shit! She's a fan girl!" Jimmy said, excitedly. I blushed, not turning around. "Are you sure you don't wanna share, Syn?" I heard Johnny ask behind me. "Fucking no," Syn snapped. "Fine," Johnny grumbled. After pulling my shorts off, I stood at the pool's edge being met by an assortment of different colored lust-filled eyes. "What?!" I asked, throwing up my hands up. "Why didn't you tell us that you were a fan?" Johnny demanded, wide-eyed. "Don't feel bad. I had to find out from her mom," Syn said, smirking at me. "You've met her mom?" Matt asked, looking at Brian in disbelief, "You must have it bad for this one." "I haven't met her mom, I talked to her on the phone," Syn countered, careful neither to confirm or deny Matt's accusation. Confirming would make us more than friends, denying would give his friends the green light to put the moves on me. He wanted neither. In an effort to keep the moment from becoming awkward for Syn, I ran and jumped into the pool. "Alright, Fan Girl!" Jimmy said, swimming over to me. ~*~*~*~*~ After swimming for almost two hours, we all went into the house and ordered pizza. "This is good," Brian said between bites, "but Dollface here knows an amazing Chinese food place that woulda made me gain thirty pounds... I woulda been looking like fat ass over there." He nodded his head at Zacky who had a mouthful of pizza. "Fuck you!" Zacky mumbled at him, "At least I can do this," he said, rolling his arm in a wave ending in a presentation of his middle finger. "Ow, that hurts," Brian said, lighting up a Marlboro, "Don't even start," he said, watching my face change as he wrapped his lips around the cigarette. "Fine," I said, scooting out of his embrace. "Come here, Kia... I'm not smoking," Jimmy said with a sexy smirk. "No," Syn said, looking between Jimmy and I. "You know what they say: 'Just a spoonful of Jimmy-,'" he said, walking over to me. " '-makes a bitch feel like her mouth is swimming.' Back off," Syn said, putting out his cigarette and pulling me flush against his body. My nipples hardened at the sensation. "Party pooper," Jimmy grumbled, taking a swig of his beer. "We're gonna head out," Brian said, getting to his feet. "And just where are you two going?" Zacky asked, raising his eyebrow. "To fuck," Matt said, laughing, "Where else do you think they're gonna go?" "Hell yeah, we are," Syn said, wrapping his non-injured arm around my waist. I could have moaned aloud at the possessive gesture. He led me to the door with a smoldering look in his brown eyes. "Shit, I don't blame him... I'd fuck the shit outta her if I could," Jimmy said as we were walking out the door. "Shut up, Rev," Matt said, throwing a pillow at him. Tender, Loving Care Ch. 05 I opened my eyes to find Brian's long, tattooed arm securely wrapped around me, his wild, black hair covering his handsome face. I exhaled contently before I looked at the clock on the bedside table: 5:37 pm. This was nice but I definitely knew better than to get used to it... "Syn," I said, nudging him until he stirred. He groggily opened his chocolate eyes and smiled when he saw it was me that woke him. "Dollface?" he asked, pulling me closer into his chest. If I could, I would happily spend the rest of my days perfectly fused with his body. "I've got to get up and get dressed. I have to be at work in less than two hours," I grumbled before he freed me so I could stretch. "But what if I don't want you to?" he said, quickly flipping me onto my back and taking his place between my legs. I nibbled my lower lip as he pressed soft kisses along my collarbone. "If I asked nicely, would you stay?" "Brian, I can't...." I whispered as he teased my nipples with his calloused fingers until they were excruciatingly stiff. My mouth was saying 'no' but my body was screaming 'yes'. "Please stay with me, Kia," he groaned, teasing my clit with the head of his cock. "I have to go to work, Syn. I can't just call in... what if they can't find anyone to cover for me?" I asked, nearly surrendering to his touch. "Kia, please," he pleaded once more. Not giving me a chance to respond, he pushed inside of me. "Tell me you'll stay." I groaned loudly as I pulled my knees back further to allow him inside of me to his full extent. "Fucking tell me you'll stay," he demanded before taking my left nipple into his hot mouth and reaching a hand in between us to stroke my clit. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Syn, I'll stay! I'll fucking stay!" I screamed as I came undone. I felt his strokes becoming short and choppy, indicating that he was nearing his own release. "Good girl," he grunted before shooting his load inside of me. Jesus, I could fucking die like this. After our breathing had evened out and our pulses slowed, he nudged me. "Call in...now." I almost moaned at the authority in his voice. He was just so fucking sexy. I nodded my head and pulled my phone from my bedside table. I dialed the number to my job. "Sheila, this is Kia. I was calling to let you know that I won't be able to come in today," I said into the phone. I had never called in before, so I was unsure of what to say. "That's fine, Dear. We were actually gonna send you home, anyway. You have too many vacation hours and you have to use 'em or lose 'em. Take these three days off and then we'll talk about an actual vacation," she explained. "Yes, Ma'am. See you in a week," I said, unable to believe my luck. When I hung up, Syn was looking at me with a smirk. "A week?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow, "That gives us plenty of time to play..." ~*~*~*~ "Brian! Get off of me!" I squealed, attempting to push his heavy body off of me. "You'll never win, Dollface," he whispered, tickling my ribs again. I swallowed my laugh long enough to kiss his lips. He held my chin and deepened the kiss. While his guard was let down, I rolled him over and tackled him to my bed, (carefully) pinning his hands over his head. "I just won," I said, lowering my lips to his. "Me too," he grumbled against my lips. ~*~*~*~ "Dollface, I have to talk to you," Syn said, nudging me awake. "Can't this wait?" I asked, snuggling up to him to get back to sleep. "Yeah, it probably could, but I want to talk now!" he whined. I growled and glared at him. "Now that I have your attention, I was wanting to talk to you about our upcoming tour." I sighed heavily. I knew this was coming and now that I knew what this was about, I wanted nothing more than to not have this conversation. "Baby, I really don't want to talk about this," I pleaded. "Kia, please," he asked evenly. I sighed again and nodded. "We have a tour coming up in a few weeks...." My heart began to pound audibly in my chest. This was it... this was when my little fairytale comes to an abrupt end. I began to space out, fighting to stay in control of my emotions. "-me," he finished. "I beg your pardon?" I asked, needing to actually hear the bad news this time. "I said: 'You've really grown on me in the time that we'd been together and I wasn't sure if I would be able to function on the road without you.' I wanted to know if you'd go on tour with me? Now before you say 'no', I want you to know that-," he began, only to be interrupted by my lips crashing against his. I was so happy, I could hardly contain myself! "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he said when I finally released him. "Of course it is," I said, lying down on his chest. ~*~*~*~ "Babe?" Brian said into my dream. I was having problems determining if it was Dream-Brian or Real-Brian that was speaking to me. "Babe, wake up!" Definitely Real-Brian. After stirring a bit, I saw his beautiful brown eyes looking down on me. "If you wanted me to do all that to you, all you had to do was ask," he said, smirking. My cheeks flushed, what all did I say in that dream? "Don't look so scared, I liked it." I sat up in my bed and stretched. "How long was I out for?" I asked, looking around. "Only for about an hour... the bus will be here soon," he said, draping his body over mine. His cast was gone and to say that I was enjoying the fact that he had use of both of his arms was an understatement. "Syn, if we're gonna be ready when they get here, you've got to get off of me," I whispered as he ran his tongue up and down the side of my neck. "We have time," he said, reaching his hand into my sweats, teasing my heated wetness. Contrary to his previous statement, there was knocking at my door after about ten minutes... lots of...loud knocking. "One minute!" he shouted as he continued to pump his long fingers in and out of my tight cunt. "Scream for me, Baby," he said, before taking the sensitive skin of my neck between his teeth. "Fuck, Syn! I'm fucking cumming!" I screamed as I soaked his hand with my juices. "Don't fucking forget who makes you feel like that... Now, clean yourself up," he said, smacking my ass when I stood up. He opened my front door, sucking my juices off of his hand. "Jesus Christ, Gates," I heard Jimmy say in disbelief, "What did you do? Kill her?" "What?" Brian said, shrugging as I left the bathroom. "Fuck, Syn! I'm fucking cumming!" Jimmy mocked, when he saw me enter the living room. I turned fifty shades of red realizing that that was exactly why Syn wanted me to scream. "Jims, leave her the fuck alone and help me carry her bags to the bus," Brian said, nodding to my pile of bags in the corner. "Fine," he said, sighing, "There better be some sexy lingerie in here for me to see, Kia." "-For you to see on the floor after I finished fucking her," Syn said, shooting a cautionary look in the Rev's direction. "Whatever, Syn," Jimmy said, rolling his blue eyes. After we loaded my things into the bus, I curled up on the sofa next to Syn. I watched as the guys cracked open beers, clinking the bottles together... This was gonna be a long five months.