Harley's Achilles (The Rock Series Book 3) (17 page)

Harley

Lights came up on the two grand pianos, illuminating Jinx and Tony. The crowd was up and clapping immediately. Jayden, along with Cooper and Ashton, came in with the drums. The orchestra began its swell and the entire arena was filled with whistles and clapping. Ransom began to sing first and then the rest of us blended in. As always, I had a perfect view of Achilles in the front row, and I smiled when our eyes met. Gareth was like a kid in a candy store and I understood why. We were doing this for LGBT youth, kids who’d been kicked out for their sexuality and had nowhere else to go.

Our band, as well as Ivory Tower, Black Ice and London Boys, had contributed a million dollars to the charity already, but the kicker? Sal Falco had pledged a million dollars all by himself. I spared a glance at Ransom, who was rocking it out on the stage, and then zeroed in on Sal off to the side. He was watching Ransom’s every move. I didn’t know if he’d pledged just to get in good with Ransom, and I didn’t care. That money was going toward a good cause.

The crowd went crazy as Gareth got up on top of the piano with Dante and Wheland, banging out the guitar portion of the song. The whole place stood up as we launched into the final part of the song. All of us were banging our heads, jumping around on stage as we pumped out the song across the filled aisles. The lights went down and the place broke out in pandemonium. They came back up and we all formed a line, bowing together.

“Put your hands together for these guys!” Sal shouted into the mic. “Get ready for the next song, and make sure you call the number at the bottom of your screen. Let’s show these kids they are not forgotten!”

The music began for “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover” and I mouthed the words to Achilles in the front row, who just laughed. Jayden and Evander crossed back and forth, singing the song as the rest of us backed them up. Ransom came in on the second verse and once again, the crowd was up on their feet whistling. The three of them began singing together and pointing into the audience. I couldn’t stop laughing, it was one of the best times of my life. We all played a few songs from our last albums before we headed off to change for the final number.

We wrapped it up with Tesla’s “Love Song” and Gareth and the other guitar players sat on stools playing the intro. They were perfectly in sync; it was awesome. The winner from
Singers
, Jericho, sang with Zeke, his runner-up and now part of his band. The crowd was up on their feet again and singing along. Ransom joined in, along with Dagger and Zander, and they all took the stairs down to the audience, shaking hands with the crowd. I moved to the side with the other guitar players as we finished up the song to a screaming arena. We all bowed and the lights went down on us. The curtain closed and I wiped at my forehead.

“Holy shit!” Gareth yelled. “That was awesome!”

“We now have two hours of VIP ticket holders,” I reminded him.

“Love it!”

The next two hours were spent taking pictures with fans and signing autographs. Gareth always loved this part, meeting fans and hearing how our music and lives had changed them in some small way. I stood next to Achilles as a reporter from
Hollywood Now
interviewed me.

“So, Harley, tell us about the man at your side.” She shoved the microphone in my face.

“Well, this is Achilles Castellanos, my bodyguard and boyfriend.”

“Wow, didn’t see that one coming.” She laughed. “Is the whole band gay?”

“You never know.” I winked.

“Well, he is definitely big enough to guard your body,” she leered.

“You have no idea.” I leered right back.

“Oh! I see Jinx and Jayden, gotta run! Kisses!” she called out as she scrambled to catch Jinx.

“Well, that was …fun.” Achilles cocked a brow.

“Are you okay with me introducing you as my boyfriend?” I asked.

“More than okay. I am, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, there ya go.” Achilles took my hand and laced our fingers together. “What’s next?”

“More pictures with the bands, and interviews.”

“Let’s get to it then.”

~*~

We ended up at Sebastian’s Hollywood Hills home for the after party. The house was filled to the rafters as we all hung out and talked about the show. One of the best things about being in my position was that I could reach out to those in trouble and help them. I watched Achilles across the room talking to Axel and Buster. He was so full of life and my heart ached for everything he’d been through. He truly was a survivor.

“Hey.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see Ransom and Gareth behind me. Both of them were sporting huge smiles.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” I asked.

“Gareth and I just wanted to say how happy we are for you. You got one hell of a good man.”

Achilles looked over his shoulder and our eyes met. He smiled at me and I grinned back.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. So what’s up, Ransom? Sal didn’t make it to the after party?”

“Said he was busy.” Ransom shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes and Ransom fidgeted. “You’re hurt.”

“Nah, it’s all good. He’s a busy guy, ya know? Just because he emailed me a few times doesn’t mean we’re besties.”

“What’s up with Hammer?” Gareth nodded to the corner where Hammer was standing regulation military style.

“I don’t know. He went ape shit when that fan touched Evander,” I answered.

“Hmm.” Gareth’s brows furrowed. “I wonder…”

“Don’t start playing matchmaker, Gareth,” Ransom warned.

“But I’m so good at it!” Gareth snickered.

“He really is,” I agreed.

“Now we just need to find Ransom and Rebel someone.” Gareth beamed at his brother.

“I think Rebel’s love just walked in.” I pointed to the door and Ransom and Gareth turned around. Stan walked in and cast a look around before waving to us and crossing the room.

“Stan and Rebel?” Ransom’s brows knit in confusion. “I don’t see it.”

“Ohh! This could be fun!” Gareth rubbed his hands together in glee.

“Stop it, Munchkin.” Ransom mussed Gareth’s hair.

“Hey guys!” Stan said excitedly. “Sorry I’m late. I stopped in to see Paul.”

“Good to have you here, Stan,” I said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“What did I miss?” Stan asked.

“Gareth playing matchmaker,” Ransom scoffed.

“Yeah? Who he’s setting up this time?” Stan regarded all of us.

“You don’t want to know. Let’s get a drink, Stan.” I pulled him away from Ransom and Gareth, and shot a look at Gareth, who was wiggling his brows.

The rest of the evening I spent right next to Achilles. He and the other bodyguards were talking with Sebastian about putting a detail on the London Boys. They had security at concerts, but not a full-time staff. I pulled Achilles away and pushed him into a corner, attacking his mouth. Achilles wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush with his body, and my dick felt like an iron rod in my jeans. Achilles broke the kiss panting, and he stared into my eyes.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Are you?”

Achilles took my hand and we practically ran through the house, saying our goodbyes on our way out. We caught a limo out front and Achilles opened the door for me. We settled in and Achilles put the partition up. I leaned back in the seat and spread my legs open wide with a salacious grin on my face.

“Why, Mr. Castellanos, what are you up to?” I licked my lips.

“About nine inches.”

Achilles grabbed my thighs and yanked me to my back on the seat. Seconds later, he was devouring my mouth like a man possessed. My hands were pinned above my head and Achilles had his other hand down my pants. I arched into his touch and a loud moan left me and rumbled into Achilles’ mouth.

“Fuck,” Achilles rasped. “Want you.”

“How long until we get to the hotel?” I asked, pumping my hips into him.

“Stop that,” Achilles warned.

“Or?” I gripped the hair on his nape and yanked him back to my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you in this limo.” Achilles ground into me. “I want you in a bed.”

“Five minutes.” I held up my fingers. “Hang on for five minutes.”

When the limo pulled up in front of the hotel, Achilles flew out the door, dragging me with him. We boarded the elevator and Achilles paced as it ascended.

“Just watching you, I’d never peg you as a bottom,” I observed.

Achilles stopped pacing and leveled a glare at me. “I said I like being a bottom, I never said I wouldn’t top; and right now, I want to fuck you six ways from Sunday.”

“Can this thing go any faster?”

Achilles broke out into a huge grin and grabbed me as the doors opened. We made it to the room and Achilles wasted no time opening it. The door slammed against the wall and Achilles shoved me up against it, taking my mouth in a ferocious kiss. I fumbled with his jeans as he practically ripped mine off. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me, pinning me to the door as he ravished every inch he could reach.

I could barely breathe and I fucking loved it.

Achilles gripped my ass cheeks and took me to the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and yanked my boxers down. I watched him intently as he grabbed lube and gripped his dick, making sure he stroked it in full view.

“Get on your hands and knees. Ass in the air,” Achilles commanded.

I actually shivered at his tone of voice and quickly did as he ordered. I peered over my shoulder to see Achilles crawling onto the bed ever so slowly, his eyes perusing my naked backside. His features were stoic, as if he was calculating his next move. I couldn’t wait. His hand landed on my ass and I moaned from the sting of his palm. Achilles bent in, licking one cheek and then the other.

My legs spread out a little more, and then Achilles’ nose was buried in my ass. I let out a yelp of surprise as Achilles tongued my asshole. His fingers dug into my flesh and I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out. The room began to swim as Achilles tortured me relentlessly and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slid an arm under my waist and flipped me to my back.

“Holy shit,” I rasped.

Achilles’ eyes were black as night from desire and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me.

My mouth watered and I grabbed his biceps as he lifted me into his arms, kissing me again. I locked my legs around his hips as we continued to kiss frantically. I wanted him to fuck me up against the wall; I was so damn horny. Achilles stood, taking me with him as we fumbled around the room, both of us knocking shit over.

Achilles broke from the kiss gasping and I helped him to get his shirt off. His skin was hot and I ran my hands over his pectoral muscles. My back hit the wall and I moaned out loud as Achilles bit my shoulder.

“Fuck, yes!” I practically shouted.

Heat tore up my back and I cried out as Achilles sunk his dick into my ass. My fingers broke the skin on his shoulders as he stopped halfway in.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that,” Achilles started.

“Keep going, fucking burns like a mother fucker, but feels so damn good.”

“I should have —”

“Shut up.”

I began to move up and down on Achilles’ dick. As my body stretched to accommodate him, the pleasure came and I closed my eyes in bliss. Every thrust slammed my back against the wall, and damn if that didn’t turn me on even more. I sucked on his neck, leaving a dark mark. He was mine and I felt it in every fiber of my being.

Our tongues slid against each other, and the thrusting became more erratic as we neared orgasm. I held on and moved with him as his hips thrust harder and harder into me; my whole body screamed for release. And when it came, I was shouting through it, my cum blasting up Achilles’ chest. Achilles shuddered, and then molten heat shot through my body. My head fell back against the wall and Achilles kissed along the corded muscles of my throat.

“Damn.” I let my head fall forward and looked into the worried eyes of Achilles. “What’s wrong?”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Hell, no. I mean, I’m sore, but I fucking loved it!”

Achilles kissed me and gently lowered me to the floor. We got to the bed and I turned onto my back, staring at the ceiling with what I knew was a shit-eating grin.

“Ready to go home tomorrow?”

“Yes. I am. I want to get a Christmas tree.”

“So we will.” Achilles traced the hair around my belly button with his fingertip. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Hell, yes. Damn, I love it when you get all forceful and demanding. It’s so hot!”

Achilles chuckled and bent over to lick my stomach. “You taste good.”

“I didn’t clean up.”

“I can do it.”

My fingers played in his hair as Achilles licked me clean. He kissed up my chest until our lips met.