Laura is torn between the five bad boys of Guns N' Roses. She can't resist none of them. Which one has her heart?
She was cheeky, pretty and wore leather like it was her second skin. But she had a big heart, she was sweet and caring. In other words, she was the girl of Duff's dreams.
But she wasn't his...she was Steven’s.
Laura and Duff met a year earlier when Steven introduced her to the band. Duff, like everyone else in the band was immediately attracted to her. She was like the female version of them.
But she never did drugs and soon after she managed to get the band off of them. Then soon after, Guns N' Roses got bigger than they already were. They were one of the biggest bands in the world. That was the start of Duff's obsession the the brunette.
He couldn't stay away from her, he was a man obsessed. He didn't know why. Normally he would just fuck them then leave them. But this girl was different, she wasn't fake or in it for herself.
“Yeah,Duff.”She whispered, turning around to face him. She gave him a small smile and snuggled into his side, allowing him to wrap an arm around her slim waist.
“Why do you stay with him?” He asked her and watched as she searched for an answer. He could see it in her eyes,” I love him. That's why I stay with him.” She answered carefully, it was true, she did love Steven but there was something about Duff that she craved. She didn't know what.
“Then why are you in my bed every night?” Do you love me too? He silently added.
“Not every night.” She muttered and Duff chuckled.
“Do you love me?”He whispered to her. Why did she make him love her so much?Why did she have so much power over him?
He was Duff McKagan for God's sake! He had girls at his knees, worshipping him. He could have any girl he wanted. But why was this one so special? Why did she make him feel like this?
Laura looked up at him, taking in the fear in his bright baby blue eyes. She didn't like that look, it made her feel bad. Duff was her escape from Steven sometimes. Steven was too clingy, too possessive and he was gone all the time, doing interviews with Axl and Izzy.
She crawled ontop of him, straddling his waist before she leaned down and crushed his lips with hers, her fingers stroking his strong chest, nails scratching lightly, making him hiss against her lips. Duff nibbled on her bottom lip,”You haven't answered my question,babe.” He pulled away, smiling a little when she moaned in protest.
“Yes, I do love you.” She mumbled, giving him the answer that he had been dreaming about for months. Feeling him smirk against her lips, Laura gasped when he started licking at her neck, sucking and licking at her soft flesh. “You already know that,Duff.”
To her, Duff was beautiful. He looked so innocent and had that cheeky smile that made her giggle when she was upset over something. He had a child-like quality that she couldn't resist.
When Duff loved loved someone or something he wouldn't let it go without a fight. He always had his attention on her, more than he focused on his bass. Duff was just loveable, you could never be angry at him for too long.
I whimper in need when his teeth scrapes down the side of my neck, his rough hands pressing me against the wall. I feel him smirk against me collarbone, as I grind into him. Hands in my hair, he forced my hair back and pressed a hard kiss to my lips, drawing blood.
I gave as good as I got, bite for bite, kiss for kiss and he groaned, pressing me harder against the wall. He let go of my hair and both hands grabbed the back of my legs.
He picked me up and slammed me against it, causing a picture to fall down and smash onto the floor.
He mumbles something dirty into my ear, causing my body to become hotter, my heart beating fast against my rib cage. My body was covered in scratches and my wrists were red from the handcuffs we had earlier used in my room.
He had scratches on his back, blood smeared also. His lips were cut and so was his face caused my my nails. His wrists were also red and cut and he wore them with pride.
But it wasn't bad pain I felt when we played...it was pleasure. He made it hurt in a great way.
His big hands moved from securing my legs around his hips, they dipped into my skirt, fingers running along the waistband of my underwear.
As his fingers began to work their magic, my head fell backwards, making a slight thump against the wall. I felt a hot feeling in my stomach and my body felt like it was floating.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I cried out in pleasure. He bit into the side of my neck and growled like an animal. He clutched my small body to him, grabbing my hand and he brought it to the front of his jeans.
I smirk as he hear him moan against my lips, whispering and pleading. I answered his begging, giving him what he wanted before he slumped against he. His forehead was pressed against mine as he breathed heavily, his long brown hair tickling my cheek.
“Your mine.” He breathed to me, setting me down on my feet. I leaned against the wall, my knees felling like jelly.
I nodded and gave him a smile. “Yes, Slash. I'm yours.”
“NO! I said that it was over. So please leave me the Hell alone.” I whispered to the singer, wanting to slap him when he gave me his signature smirk cornering me against the wooden door behind me. He pressed against me, licking his bottom lip as I shivered when his hands rested on my hips, grounding against me. I bite my lip to stop from moaning out loud.
We always fought like this when he got jealous. I wanted to hurt him so I always said that we were finished, that I was using him. I knew that it hurt him because his green eyes turned black, his walls coming up and he let loose, saying even hurtful things that he begged for forgiveness for later.
“Really? I don't recall you saying that. This morning you had no problem letting my hand slide under your skirt when you were on the phone to your precious fucking boyfriend. Or that time last week when you were screaming my name after the concert. Or the time-”
“I'm dating your friend. So you shouldn't be telling me anything of that sort at all.”
“You've never had a problem with me fucking you when your dating him. The only time you complain is when I try to get close to you.” He hissed at me, fingernails digging into my side. Duff was never rough with me and that's what made me drawn to him, he was gentle and caring. Slash was only rough when I asked him, it took a while to get him to release his real self, to convince him that I enjoyed it.
It made me sick to my stomach when I realised that I also enjoyed the roughness, the danger that the redhead could give me. It made me want more, he was loving and passionate at the same time. When he thought I was asleep, he would stroke my hair and tell me that he loved me.
“I don't know why. Don't say that it's because you are with Steven because you had no problem letting me into your bed that you sleep next to him on. It's not that.” He said to me, a strand of my hair curling around his finger.
“Are you fucking someone else? Is there someone else beside me and Steven?”He asked me the shyness in his eyes returning. He was vulnerable. That was what I liked about him, he was dangerous and shy at the same time, only I knew that since he hid behind his walls, his defences.
“No. There isn't. There isn't even Steven, he's away all the time. There is only you,Axl.”I whispered to him, leaving Duff and Slash out of it completely. I knew that he wouldn't dream about laying a finger on me, but if he ever found out about the two guitarists, he would kill them.
“Do you promise?” He leaned forward and whispered into my ear, breath sending tingles down my spine in a good way.
I nodded. “I promise,Axl. Only you.”I repeated, giving him again what he wanted, what he needed to hear. He chuckled against my ear, kissing the side of my jaw, nibbling slightly. I giggled.
He smiled at me, his green eyes pure and loving.” Tell me you love me.” He pleaded with me. I returned his smile and threaded my fingers through his long golden hair and pulled his face closer to mine. I kissed him,”I love you,Axl.”
He returned my kiss eagerly,”I love you too. I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” He breathed against me, hiding his face in my hair.
“I'm sorry too.” I leaned against the door, stroking his hair as he hid in mine.
“Can I kiss you?” His shy eyes bore into mine as he took a step closer to mine. I found myself looking back at him, unwilling to look away. I couldn't even if I wanted too, his eyes were too hypnotizing. They were dark and showed to much emotion. I watched silently as his gaze travelled from my eyes to my lips then back. I nodded and he gave me a smile before pressing his lips to mine, kissing me passionately but gently. I allowed myself to close my eyes before I kissed him back.
He deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue, his shyness escaping him completely. I gasped when I felt him pull my body up against his before he walked me back against the small table that held his guitar.
I gave as good as I got, meeting him kiss by kiss,lick by lick,bite by bite. My hands ran up his chest and locked around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, knocking his hat off. I fisted his hair in my fingers, pulling him closer to me. Then suddenly I found myself being lifted on his bed and watched, dazed as he locked the door before climbing on top of me. I pulled his face back to mine, sucking on his bottom lip as he shred his leather jacket throwing it on the floor beside us.
Then he just stopped, stopped kissing me and he pulled away, resting in his hands as he looked down to me.” What about Steven?”He asked me and I gave him a small smile before I sat up and pulled off my own jacket, it landing next to his. I pressed my face close to his,giving him a kiss,”I want you.”
He returned my smile before I rolled him over onto his back, giggling when I heard him gasp in surprise. I ripped open his shirt, nuzzling and kissing his neck before I did the same to his chest, biting and making patterns with my tongue. My mouth went down and I licked along the top of his waistline.
He then grabbed my by my arms and pulled me up against him, kissing me harshly and I whimpered into his mouth. His hands gripped my hair before they gripped my ass and he ground his crotch against mine and I did the same, the friction sending electricity through my body.
I lay in bed next to Steven, smiling contently when he stroked my hair as we watched reruns on TV. He had just gotten back of a 4 day trip with different interviews. He kissed the top of my head when i snuggled closer to him.
He somehow reminded me of Duff, innocent and devilish at the same time. He was loyal and made me laugh until my sides hurt. But he wasn't domineering and rough like Slash and Axl were. He wasn't shy and passionate like Izzy was.
"I love you,"He whispered into my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts and i looked up at him before moving so that i was on top of him, i caressed his cheek and let him press a kiss to my lips." I love you too." I whispered to him, feeling the guilt sink in before he rolled me onto my back, taking the situation further.
When he kissed my neck, i saw Slash. When he whispered into my ear, i saw Axl. When he chuckled after i giggled he sounded like Duff and when he moaned after i stroked him through his trousers he reminded me of Izzy.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I had 5 great men in love with me and I couldn't help myself with any of them. I loved them all and I couldn't live without them at all. What am I doing? I just can't help myself.
Slash made my fantasies come true.
Axl was my dream.
Duff was my Knight and Shining Armour.
Steven made me laugh.
Izzy challenged me.
Which one do I choose?
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