Rock Me Rock in a Hard Place Book 4

By Jilly Lane

Warning this book is intended for persons age 18 and over.

That means there is SEX in it. Lots of it! You've been warned/enticed

This is book 4 in a 4 part Continuing Series.
While each part will have a semi-satisfying ending there will be loose ends leading into each new book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Author Services
• Release date: Oct 1, 2013

Jilly Lane

Writer of dirty words and hater of fuck-wittery, Jilly Lane lives in Southern Florida, where she and her shameless muse spend their nights finger painting naughty bedtimes stories for you to read with the door locked and your pants down. Jilly would love to hear your confession or maybe just your thoughts. She can be reached at [e-mail] Coming soon from Jilly Lane Filthy Firsts Confessions Abby Tells All. Filthy Firsts Confessions of The Highest Bidder.

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Rock in a Hard Place Series

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Acknowledgements

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Disclaimers

This is a work of Erotic fiction, and is intended for mature readers age 18 or over.

ALL PARTIES PORTRAIED IN THIS STORY ARE OVER 18

Warning: This book is meant for a mature audience and contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts that some may consider offensive or in appropriate.

If you are offended by sexual partners with vast age differences, casual sex, sex for gain, M/M, F/F, group sex, oral sex, anal sex, paranormal sex (Weres, Vamps etc.) This book and the entire Rock in a Hard Place Series may not be for you.

~Riggs~

I can’t fucking believe we’ve gone all day with no sign of Shaw. It’s fifteen minutes before show time, and we still don’t know where the son of a bitch is. But I know he’s here. I can feel him.

I’ve felt him watching me all damn day.

Either that or I really am just fucking crazy. And maybe I am, but I think I have a feel for him now. I might not know where he is, but I know what he is. He’s evil. And I know a lot about evil. Mostly I know how it thinks. I’ve made a career out of it.

And now I think I know what he’s up to.

He wants to hurt me. More importantly, he wants Josie to see him do it. But he doesn’t want to kill me. Not yet. Because he wants me to watch Josie die. And that makes us more appealing to him when we’re together, than we are apart. Less variables. Less of a chance to fuck it up.

And that’s why Josie won’t be out of my sight until the bastard is dealt with. And he will be dealt with tonight. Because now that I know what he wants. I know how to draw him in. And I have exactly 11 minutes to do it.

I got Jos into this. And I’m going to get her out.

Because If I live to be a million and one, I never want to hear that sound again.

The sound of Josie screaming…

I guess you could say that right up until the moment she woke up shrieking like that, like the Devil himself had her in his grasp, I never fully appreciated just what it is that I’ve done to her.

And how it may have been the worst possible thing to do.

The gravity of her circumstance…

The dangers…

And the sheer terror that comes with confronting and freeing oneself from such a frightening and painful past.

Or the horror that comes with facing your tormentor…A very real demon.

A demon not made of alcohol and ink. No this one is flesh and bone and madness and…death.

And now he’s coming straight for, her thanks to me…

I was cocky and naïve…

And I know that sounds a lot like regret, but it’s not.

It’s accountability. Because I wouldn’t change a thing.

Except for the torment in her head.

Dear God I wish I could take that away.

But I can’t…

But what I can do is end this…

Tonight when those lights go up… I’m going to slay Josie’s Dragon…

Rock Me

December 31 9:50 pm

~Riggs~

It’s at a time like this that I really should have a fucking watch. Jos got me one for Christmas, but I don’t wear it. I do sometimes keep it in my pocket though. But not tonight. She laughs at me about that. Tells me I’m just being stubborn. And she’s probably right. In any case, I’m now stuck standing in the breezeway staring at the second hand of the clock hanging on the wall and counting off the seconds, which seem to be going by both too slowly, and too quickly, depending on my frame of mind at any given moment.

Show time is coming far too fast.

And Jos… Jesus, where the fuck is she?! She should have been here 20 minutes ago and this place should be crawling with FBI guys. And I should at the stage entrance, ready to go on, not standing in this glorified parking garage. Pacing. But I have no fucking clue where she, or they are. Or where Dee is. Or where my dad is. Or where Shaw is…

Or even what the fuck I’m doing.

And just to keep me on edge, my phone’s not working either. Too much interference from the equipment, combined with the concrete and steel of the venue I assume. Whatever it is, I can’t get a signal inside and going outside this close to show time would be insane, even for me.

The parking lot and loading bay entrance is crawling with fans who, either don’t have tickets and are trying to catch a glimpse of the band, or who do have tickets, but are trying to weasel a backstage pass out of security.

Showing my face out there right now would be a nightmare.

~Josie~

Jesus, could this woman drive any slower?! Terry, we’re late and Riggs is probably about to shit himself. Can you please speed it up?

Terry looks at me as if I’m an impatient child. We’ll get there. I don’t want to attract any more attention than necessary.

Really? Come on. It’s sort of too late for that, don’t you think? It’s not like we’re sneaking in the back door. And even if we were, arriving at a rock concert in a Town Car with blacked out windows isn’t exactly inconspicuous.

Where’s Charlie when I need him? He’d have plowed right past the other cars and lingering fans.

We were all set to go the venue together when Charlie got a call at the last minute. He wouldn’t tell me what it was about, just that he needed to take care of it and that I would ride to the venue with Terry instead.

All of this could have been avoided if he’d just let me go with Riggs as we’d originally planned. But with no sign of David, and Dee still unaccounted for, Charlie thought it was best to keep me under lock and key until the last minute.

~Riggs~

Well it’s about Goddamn time! Where the hell is my dad? I’m surprised when I lean into the Town Car window and find Terry in the driver’s seat.

He had a call, Jos answers, getting out of the passenger side and slamming the door with obvious irritation. He didn’t say what it was. He just left me to come with Terry, who apparently doesn’t know where the gas pedal is, or how to use it. Jos glares and shakes her head at the windshield as she walks to the front of the car.

I walk to meet her, so dazed by her that for a moment I forget everything. The show, my dad, Shaw, how to fucking breathe.

Holy shit Jos is beautiful, packaged perfectly in the black, spider web, lace dress from Dee. The creamy white skin of her cleavage poke up and out of the corset just enticingly enough that I have to wrestle my tongue to keep in in my mouth. Her hair is down, pin strait and falls perfectly over her bare shoulders. And the rest of her, Christ, looking at her in those silk stockings and five inch heels, it’s all I can do to think.

Whether or not she knows it, wants it, or even likes it, it’s obvious just to look at her that Josie was made for this…made for me. And all I want to do is lead her away to my dressing room and bury my face between her legs until she’s screaming my fucking name louder than the crowd in the venue. It’s almost impossible to believe that the world is anything other than perfect and seems completely implausible that there is a psychotic killer lurking around any corner waiting to do her harm. But that is reality, at least for tonight and I have to force my mind to go there, even though right now I can’t do anything, but stare at Josie and gape, drooling like a teenager.

Riggs. Josie sighs looking at me impatiently with her hands on her hips. We doing this, or are you just going to give me puppy dog eyes until David comes and chops off my head?

I shake my head, step closer to her and grin, in spite of the circumstance. Pulling her to me, I snake my arms around her until I’m holding her tightly against me, nearly overcome by the heat of