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Bitter Pill

S.I.R. Rehearsal Studio

I wasn't the least bit surprised Vin was a half-hour over the clock. Yeah, the bitch said he'd be here, and as usual, the whore was his fashionably late self, carefully calculated so he could make his grande entrance. Fuck, everywhere that bitch went, he made darn sure everyone noticed him. Christ, he couldn't even leave the Rainbow without drawing attention to himself since good ole Blackie had to haul his tight, slight body outta the bar with everyone watching.

Last night... Man, it had taken every ounce of self-control to keep my cool. When Vin first strutted in lookin' pretty rumpled, I knew what the fuck he'd been doing with the Lawless One. And when he sauntered outta the bathroom, hips wiggling, his "sex action" smile on his face, I had to practically nail my hands to the table so I'd stay beside Stephen. All I wanted to do was stride up to Vin, toss him over my shoulder and haul him back to my place so I could fuck his brains out.

But, I chilled and kept playing cat and mouse with Vin. I'd almost smirked when I noted how his brown gems had melted with raw heat. Ooh yeah, he'd been good and horny, achin' for dick, and I knew it wasn't Blackie's pecker he wanted buried up his ass. After all, that big bugger no doubt fucked the slut in the parking lot.

Yeah, I was aware of my blonde bitch's past. I also knew why Vin pushed me away from him. Each time I held out the carrot, he's scoot forward, take a sniff, wanting to bite down, but those brown eyes would shift back and forth, looking for the trap. Afraid. The blonde bitch was afraid of losing the smidgen of control he had left.

Well, it was just too fucking bad. This was gonna be settled today, once and for all. I needed my fix, went way too long without a piece of his ass. I literally ached for my "bitter pill" who could always set my head right and make me feel like I was tripping on a cloud. But I wasn't gonna give in until the platinum whore admitted he missed me, wanted my dick and said he was sorry for dumping my ass in the parking lot and quitting the band. No mercy. When I finished with the slut, he'd be crying and begging me to never leave him again.

Now if the whore would just show, this scenario could be carried out.

I took another puff on the cigarette and listened to the drums pounding and the guitar wailing. T-bone and Mick were inside, already jamming. Earlier, they told me to not bother waitin' around, both adamantly declaring Vin would be a no-show. Well, I thought differently. My sixth sense is never wrong and I knew Vin would grace the rehearsal studio with his tight ass. It was just a matter of when.

Just then I heard the roar of an engine, Blackie's car tearing down the street at full speed. Suddenly, the maniac hit the brakes, bringing the Charger to a squealing halt. The blonde bitch sat in the passenger side looking fucking hot as usual. And of course they made me suffer through a good smooch. The big bastard yanked Vin up against him and all I could see was tongue as that fucker licked the blonde whore's entire face. Of course Vin was eagerly returning the kiss, practically sitting on the Lawless One's lap. Finally, they broke apart and I remained on the stoop, doing a slow burn. Oh yeah, that'd been all for my benefit. I knew the blonde bitch's game plan.

Vin stepped from the car and I was drawing on all my strength to keep my cool. The whore wore tight, tight, tight--yeah, you get the picture--skin tight, black-leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. Christ, the waist sat so low I knew if he planted his nice ass down, I'd easily see his smooth, sweet crack I lived to lick. He also had on stilettos, which brought him up to about five-nine. His shirt sleeveless and made of that mesh, transparent material, which gave me a free look at his tanned chest underneath. What a piece of work.

Oh yeah, and he was strutting from the vehicle, giving the famous "Vin slither" as he lifted his sunglasses.

"Sorry I'm late," Vin announced without a trace of sincerity. "Had some biz to take care of." Without another word, he walked around me and headed inside.

I had no choice but to follow, so I stood and started after him. My eyes zeroed in on his perfect ass while he sauntered three steps in front of me. Little bitch. Fuck, he even smelled hot, leaving a scent-filled trail that was a combination of cologne, sexual sweat and musk. What the hell did they do, fuck on the way to the rehearsal studio?

Vin set his sunglasses on a stool just as Tommy and Mick stopped playing. They were both glaring at me, not the least bit impressed the blonde bitch strutted in without an apology. I cast them both warning looks, silently telling them to trust me. I needed only a smidgen of time and Vin would never pull this bullshit again. That's right. He'd never be late for rehearsals. He'd show for each rehearsal. He's sing...in key. He'd keep his big, fat mouth shut and never feed this band attitude again.

Vin picked up his mike, glancing around. "Well, are we gonna practice or what? I only got a couple of hours."

I slung my bass over my shoulder. Great. Already the bullshit was starting. "You'll leave when we all decide we've had enough."

His brown eyes narrowed. "I see. We're back at square one, huh? It's gonna be your rules, as usual."

"Uh, no. It's gonna be the rules of the band. It's what we decided two weeks ago when you weren't here. If you would have bothered to show up, ya could have added your two cents and voted."

Vin rolled his eyes, giving a snort. "Yeah right. I already know what these two pack hounds voted on. You got them so scared of ya, if you told 'em to run out into traffic, they fucking would.

"I'm the only one who has the balls to stand up to you. And it's gonna be settled today, Nik. I'm just as important to this band as you are. How you gonna cut it without a singer, huh? And Elektra sure ain't gonna carry-on with the contract if you fire my ass. So let's settle it right here and now." He slammed the mike down on the stool, placing his hands on his lethal hips.

I removed my bass, glancing to Tommy and Mick. "Go have a beer at the bar around the corner. Looks like the bitch is wasting everyone's time again. Lemme finish slugging it out with the whore and I'll get ya when I'm done."

Tommy tossed his sticks aside in disgust and stormed around his drum kit, heading for the door with a very angry Mick on his heels.

"See what 'cha did?" I spat out in disgust. "Again, you're holding everyone up. The fucking world don't revolve around ya, Vin!"

"Chill the fuck out," he hissed. "I just wanna make sure I have my fucking say. I'm not gonna let you run this band the way you tried to run us. Not a chance."

"How did I run us?" I asked, leaning against the other stool.

"You know damn well what you did," he snarled. "I ain't your marionette, so cut the strings, fucker."

I took a step forward and he quickly moved, trying to take a step back, but he fell against the stool and almost tipped over. He righted his footing, glaring at me while he safely tucked himself behind the chair.

This made me smirk. "What you scared of, Vin?"

His brown eyes filled with hate. "I ain't scared of nothing. Least of all you."

"Then why you hiding behind the chair?" Okay, I was having fun. How I loved playing cat and mouse, and he was such a cute mouse.

"Just stay the fuck where you are, or else," he warned me.

"Or else what?"

He gave a frustrated sigh and I did snicker this time. Oh yeah, I was wearing him down. I took another step forward. He braced himself this time, staying put. Haha, just walked right into the trap since my call on his bluff was meant to prick his ego. He wouldn't run this time, his pride wouldn't let him. Fuck, he was so damn easy to read.

Vin shook back his platinum locks. "I'm sure you can hear me just fine. There's no need for you to get any closer."

"What if I wanna?"

This time he did step back and just as he raised his hand off the stool, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. He whimpered.

My gaze met his. Astounded. Flabbergasted. It was the first time I heard such a vulnerable moan come from his lips. Yeah, this was the split-second Vin I saw in the dressing room when we duked it out at the Starwood, the very same man who'd been buried under that tough-talking mouth and sexed-up body.

But, the tiger resurfaced and he gave a hard tug, forcing his wrist free. "Don't touch me. Don't you ever touch me," he coolly said. "You save your fondling for your bitch who's in my bed. Got it? Good. My days of sucking your dick are finished. You want your short, stubby wiener sucked, ask Pearcy."

Oh, I knew he'd go for the throat. Yep, my dick was shorter than Vin and Tommy's. And I wasn't the least bit surprised the whore went for gold. "It was good enough at one point, before ya got all scared and went screaming outta the parking lot like some scared chick."

"Maybe I left ya high and dry because I'm sick and tired of you trying to mold me into your lap dog," he huffed. "Well, you got a dog for a boyfriend. So hump your bitch-in-heat with your stubby dick."

Wrong thing to say. No mercy. I kicked the chair outta the way and there was that whimper again, as he tried to jump around me. I locked my arms around his waist and he yelped. Then came the struggle as he tried to throw punches while he kicked his legs.

Time to settle the brat down. I ran forward at top speed and sent us crashing into the wall. Hah, face first. Eat wood, whore. Vin was stunned and I used this time to release him and he fell to the floor. I sank down on his hips and pinned his arms with my thighs. There, much better.

"You gonna still slice down my dick?"

"Fuck you!"

"Answer me."

"Fuck you!"

"I said answer me."

"Go to hell!"

"Answer me!"

"..."

I raised my arm and backhanded him straight across the face. That brought his emotions to the surface and he began frantically squirming, his eyes filled with loathing. I knew what would follow. About damn time. And he didn't disappoint.

"Let me go! Let me the fuck go! You fucking bastard! What the fuck is the matter with you? Why ya always gotta pull this crap? You got what you wanted! Pearcy's in your fucking bed and I'm gonna sing in key! There, ya fucker! What more do you want from me!" he screeched.

I said nothing until the echoes ceased. Then all was quiet. My smile was malicious. "Admit it, bitch."

His face contorted with hate, but man, he was still damn beautiful. "Admit what?"

"Don't start. Admit it." Break, baby. C'mon. We're almost there. Break. Break down and cry, ya emotional whore.

Sure enough, he was totally frustrated, at a complete loss as I watched his brown eyes fill with tears that he tried to blink away. "Fucker! You stupid fuckhead! I hate you! I hate you! I ain't admitting to nothing. I'll never forgive you for what ya did! And I ain't gonna be your lap dog! I'm not gonna let you--"

"Who says I want a lap dog? Maybe I just want you to admit--"

"Let me go!" he wailed, his voice close to cracking. "Get the fuck off of me and let me go!"

"Nope. Not a chance."

"What do you want from me?" he screamed.

"Say it."

He drew on his last bit of strength, summoned up all of his rage and he gave one final buck with his hips. Then he groaned when he slammed against my hard-on. His brown gems widened as he panted, fighting for air after his useless struggling. "Nik?"

"Say it," I whispered.

He cried then, the dam burst and he looked away, gazing at the wall, trying to find a way to hide his face.

Yeah, there he was: the split-second, tiny blond who first enchanted me. I rose up off his chest and gathered him in my arms. I sensed his shame. He tried to tug away since he wanted to slink off and lick his wounds. But I held fast and this time Vin didn't protest as he cried into my chest.