Persistent Urges: Gasoline Book 2

By Bella Jeanisse

A Rockstar Romance set in the World of Triple Threat.

Dominic Spinelli, lead guitarist of Gasoline, has gotten one step closer to happiness. He is so content that he forgets that the world watches his every move. That mistake costs Noelle her privacy and maybe more.

While on tour, Noelle Winters is still leery of commitment. When all hell breaks loose because of Dominic’s lapse in judgement, she is overwhelmed. She doesn’t want to change how she lives, but there is no other choice.

The aftermath is more insane than anyone imagined. Will Dominic be able to save his relationship before it’s too late? Will Noelle believe she is all he needs? Can Noelle learn to let go of her fears and find what she truly wants?

This book has some spoilers for the Wicked End series and the Triple Threat series.

Warning: For those 18 and over only. Sex, drugs and rock n’ roll, what more could you want?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Jeanisse
• Release date: Sep 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370386581

Bella Jeanisse

Server tech by day, author by night, mom and grandma all the time. I'm always striving for something more.

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BELLA’S BOOKS

Triple Threat:

Reckless

Tragic Soul

Triple Threat

Triple Time

Rubbed Raw

Raw Reunion

Chasing Chad

Dual Desires

Desires Delivered

Wicked End:

Wicked End

Passionate Needs

Sinful Needs

Fulfilling Needs

Gasoline:

Gasoline

Persistent Urges

Evolving Urges

Forever Urges

Final Urges

In the works:

Silverblade

Brass Monkey

Mark of the Devil

Hands of Fate

Winter Winds

Wounded Hearts

Velocity:

Rockin’ Rhythm – Ash’s Book

Shredding Dreams – Ian’s Book

In the works:

Silver Strings – Bryce’s Book

Driving Reigns – Leo’s Book

PREFACE

Book two of Gasoline is the second half of the original start of the series. As you may have noticed, I have split all my books up as I republish them. This series has more added content than any of the others because these guys kept talking to me. I hope you enjoy the new versions.

We left off in book one after Dominic and Noelle had declared their love. Fear and guilt had kept them both from loving again. Their journey to freedom was difficult but worth it.

The emotional rollercoaster of that last night leads to the opening scene of this book. The two of them have to find a way to make it all work and keep their hearts intact. There are kinks in both of their lives that need to be ironed out. Can they make the sacrifices to have all they want?

DEDICATION

To my awesome team of beta readers, proofreaders… etc, without you, this giant project would not have gotten as far as it did. You guys ROCK! Kathy, Patricia, Donna, Anita, Traci, Christa, Stephanie, Jena, Sonia, Lisa, the Donna and Stephanie duo, Jayne, LaDonna, Coralee, Paula and Michelle, please don’t ever leave me. 

Since this book was once part of Gasoline, my musical inspirations did not change: Unearth, Testament, Anthrax, lamb of god, Evanescence, Disturbed, Papa Roach, Avenged Sevenfold (The insane show they played in Orlando with Metallica and Volbeat was better than expected!), Pop Evil, Heaven’s Basement, Nonpoint, Killed the Fixtion, Adelitas Way, Halestorm, Sick Puppies, Pantera, Led Zeppelin, Unearth, Unparalleled Height, Five Finger Death Punch, Hellyeah, and Mudvayne.

MEET THE BANDS

GASOLINE:

Dominic Spinelli - Lead Guitar

Dean Johnson – Vocals/Rhythm Guitar

Jon Harris - Drums

Tommy Fischer – Bass

WICKED END:

Brandon Knight - Lead Guitar

Jake Thompson - Vocals

Chico Rivera - Drums

Scott Mason - Bass

Austin Reese - Rhythm Guitar

TRIPLE THREAT:

Chad McLoughlin - Lead Guitar

Chris Bradley - Vocals

Giovanni Saracino - Drums

Crystal Atkinson - Bass

WINTER WINDS:

Noelle Young - Lead Vocals

Emilio Martinez - Drums

Jack Barrett - Lead Guitar

Trevor Smith - Rhythm Guitar

Mitchell O'Reily - Vocals/Bass/Piano

RAINING BLACK:

Hades/Dean - Vocals/Rhythm Guitar

Raven - Lead Guitar

Ash - Bass

Bones - Drums

CHAPTER ONE

Noelle Young, lead singer of Winter Winds, woke up slightly confused. She felt the warm, naked body behind her. Panic arose. She instantly assumed it was Mitchell O’Reily, her band’s bassist. After a deep breath, she glanced around.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds. The room was unfamiliar but not a hotel room. There were no pictures, nothing truly personal, yet it felt lived in. Movement behind her caught her attention. The man pulled her closer. It was obviously a man from the erection that poked her ass.

She turned a bit but couldn’t see his face. He had it buried in her hair. She ran a finger over his arm that held her and smiled. The tattoos did not begin until his upper bicep. Her disorientation dissolved. She was in Dominic Spinelli’s room. He played lead guitar for Gasoline.

They had made love the night before for the first time. Before that, it had only been sex with an emotional add on. The past night, they had both declared their love. She smiled. It had been an incredible experience.

What he had revealed the previous night suddenly came to mind. That darkened her mood. He had kept his apartment out of guilt, never moving on. She saw Claire and Annabeth’s faces in her mind’s eye. They were both so beautiful.

What an awful loss, his wife and child in one night? That had to be the worst pain imaginable. She completely understood why he had hidden it from everyone. It had been too much to deal with. She hoped he didn’t still blame himself.

She wondered what had happened to him in the accident. If he didn’t remember much, that meant he had been unconscious at one point. He’d said that his legs had been pinned. Were they broken?

As far as she remembered, she hadn’t seen scars on his body. However, she had never looked for them. Can he talk about it without getting upset? Maybe he needs to talk about it. It seemed to have helped him tremendously to tell her about the accident.

Still unsure if she should ask, she slipped under his arm and opened doors until she found the bathroom. Her thighs had dried semen all over them, and she felt nasty. She wanted him to wake up to her but also be clean.

She rushed through a shower, with her hair tied up to keep it dry. There wasn’t anything feminine to use, but he had a neutral smelling bar of soap that did its job. The mouthwash on the sink’s edge also came in handy.

When she set foot in the bedroom again, Dominic was still on his side. His arm laid in the empty space before him. She approached the bed and scanned his body. Not with appreciation, but with a critical eye, looking for evidence of an injury. She saw none. As she thought back to the night before, she remembered feeling ridges in his skin where there shouldn’t be.

Ever so slowly, she climbed onto the bed. She checked his side and hip, but there was nothing. She kept looking until she finally found something. Hidden within a tattoo on his left thigh was a long scar. Her gaze went down. She found more on his calves, the front of his leg, his knee, and his foot.

All of the scars were embedded in tattoos. It was obvious that he had gotten them after the accident. The tribal patterns were not skewed with the scared skin. The tattoo artist had used the scars in the design.

Gently, she rolled him to his back. He stirred but didn’t waken. With her fingers hovering over his skin, she looked over the rest of him. On his chest, he had a tattoo of a symbol associated with the medical field. It had a gash running through it. He must have had that one before the accident.

She examined him some more and found another damaged one on his left bicep. That had another tribal pattern. The bulk of Dominic’s tattoos were tribal. There were tiny nicks in the ink throughout the four-inch-by-four-inch piece.

She imagined he’d been in a lot of pain when he’d woken up. A few tears spilled as she wondered how he had gotten through it all. With the need to hold him, she crept up the bed and laid down at his side. Her head rested on his chest.

He had been through so much. He’d lost it all, and had still somehow moved on. She didn’t know what she would have done in his place.

Dominic woke up with a smile. He felt her holding him and kissed the top of her head. Morning. He caressed her naked back and was surprised to feel a few drops of water. Did you take a shower?

Yes, she croaked, still fighting the urge to cry.

He lifted her chin. You look so much more beautiful without all the makeup. He kissed the freckles on her cheeks. Then he looked into her eyes. What’s wrong?

She stared at the scar in the middle of the tattoo on his chest. I’m fine.

No, you’re not. He sat up and took her with him. Did I do something wrong? He waited but got nothing. Her eyes were glued to his chest. Do you regret what you said last night? I don’t. He lifted her chin with two fingers. I love you. Please talk to me.

Her shaky fingers reached out and caressed the tattoo. He looked down, and his expression fell. She had noticed his scars. Don’t. He moved her hand and held it in his. Please.

You have so many, she whispered. It was bad, wasn’t it?

He took in a shaky breath. Yes. They died. It was awful.

But… She swallowed the sob. But you were hurt, too.

He closed his eyes and hugged her. It hurt too much. He wanted her to shut up. I healed.

Did you pass out? She tried to stop the barrage, but once she started, she couldn’t stop her mouth. How long were you in the hospital? Did you break your leg? Why did you cover the scars? She clasped her hand over her mouth. Sorry, she mumbled, embarrassed at her behavior. He didn’t need her nosiness at that moment.

Dominic held her close and let the memories come. He had opened his eyes to overwhelming pain. Every inch of him hurt. He was on a backboard, his head strapped down.

Tommy was there. Tommy Fischer was his band’s bassist.

Noelle looked up, only seeing his chin. He held her too tightly to move much. In the car? She was confused.

No. When I woke up. He took a deep breath. His head was on my shoulder and my hand was in his. He was crying. I never saw him cry before. When I moved a bit, he looked up and said, ‘Don’t move.’ Then he bolted from the room. I laid there, flashes of the accident coming to me. Since I was a paramedic, I knew why I was strapped to a backboard. It terrified me.

She listened, glad he was sharing. As he continued, she saw the scene in her head, like a movie.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

The emergency room was loud and the curtain around Dominic’s bay was open. He quickly realized he was in his hospital. The one he brought patients to the most. Nurses he knew passed and gave him a sorrowful look. He guessed he looked bad.

Tommy came back with a doctor. He’s awake. That’s good, right?

One look told Dominic the doctor was familiar, but he wasn’t sure of his name. He examined him, though it was very painful. When his legs were moved, he screamed. That wasn’t good. Minutes later, both of his lower legs were splinted.

They hadn’t done any x-rays or a CT scan yet, so the extent of his injuries was still unknown. After he had gotten something for the pain, he and Tommy were almost alone.

Tommy sat on Dominic’s small bed carefully. He tried to keep a poker face, but it was too difficult.

Man, I need to tell you something.

He wasn’t sure if he should hold Dominic’s hand or what. It did no good to wish their drummer, Jon Harris, were there to do it for him. Jon was out of town.

Dom, the accident was bad, real bad. Tommy looked away, then got ahold of himself. They… His voice broke. He laid a hand gently on Dominic’s shoulder. Dom, they didn’t make it. I’m so sorry.

Dominic stared at him, not understanding at first. Make what?

They… Tommy didn’t know what to say to lessen the blow. He knew his best friend was about to get the worst news of his life, but it had to come from him, not some cold doctor. Dom, they died… Claire and Annabeth. When they pulled them out, it was too late.

Tears fell as Dominic remembered screams and crying. My girls’re gone? He tried hard to remember how the accident had happened. The pieces came slowly, mostly blurred and not in a full sequence. He knew sometimes it took a while to recall details after a severe trauma. He opened his hand, and Tommy grasped it.

I’m so sorry, man. Tommy laid his head on Dominic’s shoulder again, and they cried together.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

Noelle was speechless. She had no clue he and Tommy were that close. Tommy must have helped Dominic through it all. It gave her a newfound respect for Tommy. She ran her hands down Dominic’s back in a soothing motion. Dominic shook slightly.

It had been an emotional story. She hoped one day that he could tell her about his girls, as he called them.

Dominic breathed deeply to let the pain go. No one but Tommy knew how he’d found out or that he blamed himself. Even Jon was clueless. Dominic had wanted it that way. He kissed Noelle’s lips, glad he had shared it with her.

So now you know. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. What’re you thinking?

She looked up. His smile was a welcome sight. I feel honored. She held back a new round of tears. Were the tattoos Tommy’s idea?

Yeah. He had hoped she would say she loved him. It helped some. He brushed her lips with hers. I love you.

She closed her eyes and managed, Love you, too. Her heart constricted.

I know how hard that was to say. He hugged her tightly again. Thanks for trusting me. I won’t let you down.

Noelle took a deep breath. So this means we’re a thing, right?

I hope so. Dominic didn’t want to assume. Just me and you? Finding time where we can?

I guess. She was still terrified of the separations. Can you be faithful?

He sighed. If you ask me to be, I will. Promise.

I want you to be. Please.

Then I will. A lot was running through Dominic’s mind. When does your tour end?

She hoped he planned to see her before then. End of the month. Then we have a few months off.

I can’t wait. He smiled and nuzzled her neck. Three months with you’ll be heaven.

She pulled away quick. Wait. I have songs to write and recording to do. I can’t spend it here with you. Can you come to Seattle?

He hung his head. Oh, I didn’t think of that. It wouldn’t be easy. He had known that. If he had to, he’d blow off some of the time he lent to Jon, so he could meet her. I’ll find a way. Then he perked up. I want you to hear something. He jumped off the bed and left the room.

Stunned, Noelle just sat there. When he soon came back with an acoustic guitar and the music book she had glanced at the night before, she smiled. She got comfortable as he sat and settled the guitar on his thigh.

Don’t laugh. I’ve never written a ballad before this.

She smiled. I won’t. I swear.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rarely did he share music pre-recording with anyone but his band. He was nervous. Even Tommy hadn’t heard the song yet. The opening notes flowed easily. When he got to the first verse, he looked up and sang to her.

"There you were up on the stage.

Acting like you were in a rage.

Suddenly, you looked at me.

That's when I knew I could be free."

The very first time he saw her played in his head.

"Been so long since I let someone in.

It's time I finally feel alive again.

You helped me open my heart and mind.

I'm gonna leave the past behind."

She had no idea she had done so much for him. He had obviously planned to open up to her since before the past night. That meant she had helped him heal. She looked inward. He had done the same for her. When he started to sing again, she looked up with love in her eyes.

"You're the one who makes me feel.

When I'm with you it seems so real.

Look in my eyes and you will see.

You have to be the one for me."

He took a breath and continued the chorus.

"You're the one I can't let go.

I really want this thing to grow.

With you, I am a man who's free.

You have to be the one for me."

He put the guitar on the floor. There’s more, but I think I tortured you enough. Suddenly, she threw herself at him, which knocked him onto his back. Hey, hey, don’t cry. He trailed his fingertips down her back. That night changed my life. I hope it changed yours, too. His mind went back again, and he embraced the memory.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

Dominic watched Noelle sing from the shadows. He had seen her in passing a few times on the tour before that. She was in the opening band, but he had never taken the time to see her perform. On tour, he usually kept to himself, for the most part.

He was quite impressed by her voice and stage presence. Tommy was right. Damn! His friend had also been right about her beauty. She’s a knockout. So not my type, or is she? He had a habit of sticking to plain girls since they were less likely to be high maintenance.

For weeks, Tommy had whined about her ignoring him. That had piqued Dominic’s interest. Anyone who brushed Tommy off was worth talking to.

The longer he stood there, the more he wanted to meet her. It made no sense. Her talent floored him, and her beauty overwhelmed him. Never, since Claire, had he been so attracted to a woman at first glance.

Unable to look away, he watched her command the stage and mesmerize the crowd. The band behind her was great, but her… she was nothing short of extraordinary. What is it about her?

Noelle stepped off the stage after their set and practically ran into Dominic. She stumbled in her high-heeled boots. When he caught her, their eyes met. I’m so sorry, she said as she got to her feet. Mr. Spinelli, it’s my fault. Next time-

He grinned and put a finger to her red lips. It’s OK, and call me Dominic or Dom. Their eyes met and he felt lost in the large pools of hazel.

OK, Dominic. She went to lick her lips and caught his finger.

Involuntarily, he shuddered. Although he knew it wasn’t on purpose, it made his cock swell. Damn, I need this woman. How about we hang out?

No thanks. She frowned. I’m not into hookups.

He grinned. Good, me neither. All I want is someone real to talk to, instead of a groupie who wants in my pants.

Perfect. Her eyes lit up as she smiled widely. I’d love to talk. I’ve heard you’re a smart one.

His laugh was genuine. Thanks. Hope I can live up to the hype.

*** ♫♪♫♪ ***

Dominic shook his head to get back to the present. Noelle had calmed. He held her close with the hope that she had the day to herself. He didn’t want to have to drive her all the way to New York yet.

When do you have to be back?

She shrugged. I don’t know, maybe, like, six.

Good, then we have plenty of time.

As if fate had other plans, music came from Noelle’s skirt pocket. She sighed and reluctantly left the bed to retrieve her phone. With a frown, she answered, Hi, Mitchell. What’s up?

His voice was frantic. Thank God. You OK? When you didn’t answer the door, I got hotel security to check your room. All your things were there, but you were gone. He took a breath. You fucking scared me! Where the hell have you been?

She glanced at Dominic, then at the phone, unsure how much to tell him. Then she decided on a half-truth. I met up with Dominic last night.

You’re still with him? He sounded so low. Guess you’re blowing off our plans then.

She hit her forehead with a hand. I forgot. I’m sorry. Can’t we do the sightseeing thing tomorrow?

We’re leaving tomorrow, he reminded her. I’ve never been to New York before.

His sad tone hurt. Mitchell, I’m sorry.

Go. Dominic came to her. Go have fun with him. He caressed her arms. I have to check on my parents and run a few errands anyway.

She leaned her head on his