Syn's Deep In My Blood - Book 2

Burn It Down

Emily's words got me wondering. Since we left Vegas, Jess has been horny all the time and only wants to have sex with our songs as background. We've already listened to the entire City of Evil while doing it, and she couldn't get enough. Why didn't I notice the signs before? She was obviously using my pills behind my back, and I was too occupied fucking her like a rabbit, trying to keep up with her chaotic and insatiable sexual desire.

When I got back to the room, she was listening to her iPod, resting in bed with closed eyes. I leaned beside her, and her headphones were so loud I could identify the song, a classical one. Her face looked so calm and peaceful that, for a moment, I thought she had fallen asleep. I could tell she missed playing. She missed her life. But she seemed so happy with me on the road, too, always telling me how she loved the life I had and just being by my side. She was complete. I was starting to think she was lying just to please me.

I kept analyzing her, consumed in thoughts when she opened her eyes with a gorgeous smile at me. The classical song had ended to give place to a much heavier one, probably a Zep tune. That's when all her quietness vanished in the air, and she got transformed into that horny beast I had to tame every night now. Her hands were all over my body, her nose in my neck, and the earphones stuck on her ears like it was glued there. She was completely taken by the music, and her body rhythm settled our sex pace. I don't think she even noticed I was there too, she was mentally distant, and it made me feel like a mere sexual object for her. It wasn't exactly something I wanted to be. I mean, not only that.

When we were done, I watched her sleep for a few minutes, rehearsing my best speech. I couldn't scare her away, but at the same time, I needed to make her talk to me, to tell me the truth about the pills and everything.

"Hey, blueberry." she whispered softly, her blue eyes shining purity now. Way different than before. "How long you've been there, staring at me?"

"Not too long..."

"When you stare at me like that, I know you have something to say. What's on your mind?" she pulled the sheets upper on her body and brushed my hair close to my ear.

"I was just wondering... if you miss your life back on Cali, your friends at the orchestra, and stuff. Do you?"

"Well, not really. I'm pretty tired of having to practice 8 hours per day to get a single piece right, you know? And I don't really miss the people there. They are the cockiest kind of musicians, believe me. Why do you ask?"

"I dunno. I thought maybe you needed to get back for a while." I shrugged, but just by the look in her eye, I knew she got it wrong.

"What? Do you... do you want me to go?" her eyes widened at me. "Cause you sound like you do."

"No, babe, of course not! I'm just... worried about how... how you're handling all those exhausting travels and concerts routine and... I thought that maybe you are feeling a little homesick?"

"No, believe me, I've never been happier my entire life." her eyebrows rose together but weren't really convincing me.

"Are you really happy, or... is it the pills speaking for you?" I glanced deep inside her eyes, and they narrowed at the same time. I didn't say it the best way, did I?

"Oh my god, Emily told you, didn't she? I knew it. I knew I couldn't trust her. Even when I'm the one holding all her secrets for years straight." Jess' fury made her stand up from the bed and go pick up her sleeping clothes while shaking her head unstoppably.

"She's worried about you, and now I am too. How long have you been taking my pills behind my back anyway?"

She looked back at me slowly after dressing up, and that glare in her eyes I had never seen before was there to haunt me. Oh shit, I'm making her angry with me now. I hate that.

"Behind your back? You were the one that gave it to me in the first place!"