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  Almost Easy 1

  This book is for Josh. Who always told me that I could, and encouraged me to keep going.

  1

  ZANE

  We were finally on our way home. After a four month tour there was nothing better than sitting on the bus and knowing that soon we would be back in our home town. My eyes drifted up and looked at the other three men on the bus with me. My best friends and band mates. We had known each other almost our whole lives. We met in kindergarten and instantly hit it off. Our friendship survived all through high school and endless fights. Then we went and did the almost impossible. We started a rock band that made it big, and we were lucky sons of bitches to have made it like we have. In the beginning we struggled hard. Traveling in a van from city to city to play gigs in seedy bars that were trashy as hell, and paid us shit. Damn did I miss those days.

  I loved where we are now, but I would always cherish the memories of those first few years of touring. The four of us had become closer than before due to living together in a tiny van, or cheap ass hotels. However making it big had its perks as well. Gigs in major venues with sold out shows, money flowing out from everywhere, and the groupies who threw themselves at us every night. Sometimes it snuck up and punched me in the face just how lucky sons of bitches we are. The four of us were equally responsible for getting the band off the ground but the idea to start a band came from our lead singer, Blaze.

  Our senior year of high school was fast coming to an end. We would be graduating in less than two weeks. The future was coming in on us, and the idea of spending another four years in college with no idea what I wanted to do as a career made me sick. I was drowning the sickness in every high school party that was happening, drinking almost all the alcohol so that I was so shit faced I didn’t know my own name. Which is where Blaze approached me about starting a band. I was balls deep in some chick when he had blurted out that we should start a band. My only focus at the time was the fist tight pussy squeezing me, so I grunted my approval. I didn’t remember the conversation five minutes later, but Blaze had sank his teeth in and didn’t let it go. He was like a Pitbull with lock jaw. The next day Blaze had us all meet him in his parent’s garage where the band Sinister Ascent was created. That day we sat down and started writing our own music, something we still did to this day. Our theory was that it wasn’t truly our music if someone else wrote it for us. That was just another plus with our fans. They felt like they got to know us through the music that we produced. In a sense that was true, because we poured our hearts and blood into our songs. The other thing we did that day was pick who would play what in the band.

  Blaze was the lead singer. There was never any doubt that he would be the singer of the band, since he was the only one who could sing worth a damn between the four of us. He had the look of a badass, but the deep raspy voice that drove record labels insane, and the fans wild. And the women loved him. He let himself sleep with as many women as he could, but I knew there was one woman who held his heart and he would never let himself forget her, or forgive himself. Our bass player is Cage. Cage could play pretty much any instrument that there is, but he picked the bass because he said he wanted to make the rhythm that rock music couldn’t live without. To him if there wasn’t a strong enough bass player in a band then there wasn’t any real sound that set some bands away from others. Then there is our drummer Axel. A crazy mother fucker who bangs his way through as much pussy as he can, and keeps the rest of us from becoming too serious. He’s a master at the drums because he had been playing since he was five. His arms fly as fast as lightening, and he never misses a note. Last but not least is me, Zane. I’m the guitarist for sinister Ascent. Like Axel, I had been playing since I was young. The guitar comes naturally to me, and I could riff with the best of them. My name is on the list of the top ten guitar players of all time. A title that I earned by playing my heart out. All four of us had our own strengths, but when they were put together we were unstoppable. No other band was like us, which is why we became so popular so fast.

  Our band has been going strong for ten years, and women loved us, and we loved them. Especially me, they all had one pick up line, one that I was happy to prove to them. They always wanted to see if I could move my fingers over their bodies as fast as I moved them over my guitar. It had become my priority to show them that I could. Women were a dime a dozen, especially when I was on tour. I could snap my fingers and be balls deep in three different chicks a night. For the first eight years of touring there was a thrill to sleeping my way through the groupies. After a while though it just became old. I was twenty-eight, had more money than I could ever spend, and was tired of jumping from one body to another. So I decided to change all that by getting engaged. I didn’t love my fiancé, hell the only reason I chose her to marry was because she didn’t annoy me all the time. She also let me do my own thing without giving me too much shit. I knew that this wasn’t what made a marriage work, but love was foolish, and I was being practical.

  “Dude, stop spacing the fuck out.” Blaze said kicking me under the table to get my attention.

  “Fuck, asshole. What the hell?”

  “We are almost home. Want to go grab a drink and celebrate the end of this tour?”

  A smile formed over my face, one that the joker would be envious of. We were almost home, and that meant that within a matter of minutes I would be able to claim the pussy that I had been denied for this very long tour. I hated when I had to go on tour for long periods of time and my girl couldn’t come out to see me.

  “Nah, I have to go see Chloe.”

  “Isn’t it sort of fucked up that the first person you go see is not your fiancé, but Chloe?” Axel questioned.

  It should have been fucked up, and I should have felt some guilt over what I was doing but I couldn’t. I have known Chloe since we were kids, and when she was fifteen and I was sixteen I claimed her virginity. I would always remember the first time between us. For the past eleven years we had continued to fuck. I never called it making love or even having sex because that isn’t what we did together. Since the first time I was inside of her, I was lost. She had felt better than any woman I had ever had, and that still hasn’t changed. But I couldn’t bring myself to be with her. She was my best friend but I could never let her be more since I didn’t have feelings for her. She was just my backburner girl. The girl I went to when I couldn’t score with another woman. Then it just became a habit to go to her, even after I got engaged. Her pussy was addicting and as long as she let me fuck her I would. Which wouldn’t be much longer since she told me that once I was a married man she wouldn’t sleep with me anymore. I wasn’t so sure about that. She wanted me more than I wanted her. She craved the feeling of me sliding into her. Which is why she had never said no to me.

  “Not really. You know I’m addicted to Chloe. It’s hell when we tour and I can’t see her.” I responded earning frowns from the three men in front of me.

  “Dude, what you’re doing is wrong. And you’re going to destroy her when you get married.” Blaze said this time earning a frown from me.

  “Why do you say that? She knowns I’m getting married, it isn’t a secret.”

  “Yeah, but she’s probably hoping you will change your mind and be with her. She loves you Zane, and she has since we were kids.”

  “Doesn’t matter. I’m getting married. She will get over it,”

  “Why the hell are you even getting married?” Cage asked not for the first time.

  “Because I’m at that age,”

  Before anyone could respond the bus pulled into our studio and I hopped up and ran out of the bus and to my car. My dick had been aching for Chloe since I h
ad last left her, and I needed to get to her. I shot a goodbye over my shoulder before hopping into my car and driving to Chloe’s apartment. The entire drive there I couldn’t shake what the guys had said. It should have bothered me that the first thing I did when I was off the bus was head towards her house, and not towards mine where I lived with my fiancé. I was getting married in less than a week, something that I honestly wasn’t sure I wanted, but I was to chicken shit to call it off this close to the day.

  I didn’t love Jessica, but I was twenty-eight and thought it was time to settle down so I had proposed to the first woman who didn’t bother me that much. Though I knew when I said my vows Chloe would no longer sleep with me. That would be hard to handle since she had been my back burner girl for twelve years now. Any time I had a lonely night that I wasn’t able to score with another girl, I would call her up and knew that she would be willing to have me in her bed. The reason for this was never spoken about between the two of us, even if we both knew it was because she was in love with me.

  But for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to have a relationship with her, even knowing that I was hurting her. And there was no way in hell I could stop sleeping with her. The sex was so damn good that she was my number one addiction. When I was buried inside of her I felt like I was a part of something bigger than just sex with a random. It was unlike anything else I had ever had, and she succeeded in being the only woman who could take every inch of my dick. Plus she meant the world to me, just not in a bigger way then my best friend that I occasionally fucked.

  I pulled myself from my thoughts when I pulled into Chloe’s complex. I took time to check myself out in the mirror. My black hair was spiked to perfection, and my deep chocolate brown eyes were sparking with excitement. Women had told me my whole life that I was sexy, but I wasn’t sure what they saw. My lips were thin, and my cheekbones were defined. I wasn’t happy with my appearance so I buffed up at the gym, and tattooed both my arms in full sleeves. If that added to the image of the guitar playing badass then so be it. I popped a breath mint before hopping out of the car and practically running towards her door. I hadn’t called ahead to let her know I was coming, but I saw her car parked in her spot so I knew she was home. My dick instantly got hard just thinking about what was to come.

  I knocked then leaned against the door jamb with my arms crossed over my chest. It was only a few seconds that went by when I heard her walk towards the door. She let out a squeal when she spotted me through the peephole. I counted to ten, knowing it wouldn’t take longer than that for her to open her door. I made it to seven when her door was thrown open and she launched herself in my arms laughing and placing kisses all over my face. I laughed with her and brought my hands down to cup her ass, as soon as I touched her my already hard dick became rock hard and ready to get inside its favorite place. I lifted her into my body, shifting her so that she could feel the bulge in my jeans right at her core. She shivered in my arms making my dick scream at me to hurry the hell up. Within seconds I had her back into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind me as I went. Then my hands were everywhere in an attempt to get her naked. A task that proved difficult while she was still in my arms. I gently put her down, then brought my hands up to the shirt she was wearing. I grabbed each side and tore it down the middle baring her beautiful breasts to me. It was clear to me that she had been about to lay down and go to bed. All she had under that shirt was a thong, and my boy jerked in my pants in appreciation.

  I bent forward clamping my mouth around one of her nipples as my other hand went to her other breast to kneed and play, they were the perfect size for my hands as if they were fucking made for me. Chloe moaned my name and arched her back submitting to me the way she knew that I liked. I sucked harder, then bit down on her nipple before pulling back, still sucking hard until she popped out of my mouth with a pop. She let out a little whimper that always drove me fucking insane. I trailed my hand from her breast down her body until I was at her pussy. She was past wet for me, and I let out a growl, feeling her shiver from the noise. Normally I would tease her a little bit, but it had been four fucking months. I shoved two fingers deep inside of her and let out a groan when I felt her hot, tight walls gripping me.

  “Shit, Chloe, You’re still so fucking tight. I need to be inside of you, right fucking now. Take off my pants.”

  I began pumping my fingers inside of her hard and fast like we both liked as her hands flew to my jeans. She struggled with the belt for a second before she got it undone. Within seconds she had unbuttoned and unzipped me, and I felt my pants sliding down my legs. I pulled my fingers out of her, fighting the suction that was trying to trap them inside and brought them up to her clit. The second I touched her aching bud she screamed my name and came hard. I rubbed her through her orgasm then picked her back up slamming her into the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down for an intense kiss. I knew what she wanted from me, this was her way of trying to connect with me more, since she knew that I hardly ever kissed. But with her I would. I bit her lower lip and shoved my tongue inside her mouth. She met my fierceness with her own and kissed me with so much passion that I felt my heart trip over in my chest. What the hell was that? I pulled away from her mouth, dragging my lips up her neck until I was nuzzling her ear.

  “I ache for you Chloe.” I moaned out, biting her lobe until she arched her hips into me. So close, she was so close to taking me inside.

  “Then don’t wait.”

  I sent her one of my rare true smiles before pushing her against the wall harder, she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed. The head of my cock was at her opening. I could feel her wetness surrounding me, and I wanted to slam deep and pound away until we both fell into oblivion. Her body wrapped around me perfectly, it was if she were fucking made for me. There was nothing better than having this beautiful woman in my arms. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer. I crashed my lips down to hers and brought my hands up to play with her nipples. I tasted her moan in my mouth, then I asked her to do what I loved.

  “Join us, Chloe.”

  Her eyes caught mine as her hand went down and gripped me. I hissed through my teeth and arched into her hand dying for the earth shattering release I knew that she could give me. Then she was guiding me towards her entrance, and taking me inside her warmness, swallowing me whole. I groaned into her mouth and slammed my hips forward then pushed up until I was all the way inside and hitting that spot that drove her crazy. Then I was fucking her hard and fast. My hips pulling back and snapping forward, dragging along her inner walls, the feeling causing me to lose myself like I always did with her. Her pussy was so tight, it felt like a thousand warm lips licking and sucking me as her body convulsed around my dick with its own suction that showed me that she craved me. It was as if her body was fucking starving for me as each time I pulled back her tight wet heat pulled me back in.

  “Shit I missed you.” I moaned burying my face into her neck and slamming into her harder.

  Chloe knew that I didn’t miss her, but her body so she kept silent and arched her hips up to meet me thrust for thrust. All too soon I felt her walls clamping around me earning a loud moan from me in her ear. Once she came there was no stopping me. Feeling her body convulse around me instantly brought me to my own release. Something I never had happen before, but I didn’t look too closely into it. I slammed my hips, going as deep as I could then began circling my hips. I was hitting her clit with each move. Being this deep inside of her always made both of us cum.

  “Cum Chloe, grip me tight and milk me for all I have.” I breathed against her lips almost begging in my need to feel the earth shattering orgasm that had been denied to me this entire tour.

  As if waiting for my permission she moaned loud screaming my name into the room as her back arched and her body convulsed around me. I grunted feeling her warmness run down my dick before my own body jerked inside of her and I exploded deep within her. The pleasure was so intense that for a second I t
hought I would pass out, in my attempt to stay upright I brought my head down and clamped her nipple between my teeth and bit down hard. Chloe who was already too sensitive couldn’t take the pain mixed with pleasure and clamped around me even harder.

  “Shit, Chloe.” I moaned when my pleasure heightened.

  Finally when our spasms were over I pulled out of her and slowly lowered her to her feet. Then I let myself look at her. Her normally red lips were redder and swollen from the harshness of my own, her blonde hair was sweaty and sticking to her forehead, there were bite marks on her perfect breasts, and pure love shining from her beautiful grey eyes and aimed in my direction. I sent her a small smile before wrapping her in my arms for a long hug.

  “I hate when I go on tours and you can’t fly out.” I whispered pressing a kiss to her ear.

  “Only because you miss having sex.”

  “I can’t help it Chloe, the sex we have is out of this world. But I also miss your company, you’re my best friend.”

  “I know Zane, you’re mine as well.”

  “I’m getting married in less than I week.” I murmured and then cursed myself as guilt filled me. Then watched as the happiness poured out of her eyes.

  “I know, once that happens what we’re doing together stops.”

  “Come on Chloe, we both need each other like this, why would we have to stop?”

  “I hate what we’re doing right now, but I would hate myself more if I were to sleep with a married man.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure Zee.”

  “I don’t think I can give this up that easily, you’re like a drug to me.”

  “There is only one way you wouldn’t have to.”

  “And what’s that?” I asked even though I knew the answer. This entire time we had been able to avoid talking about her feelings, both walking around silently agreeing not to bring it up. However it seemed that the silent truce we had agreed on was about to come to an end.