Black Rainbow J.J. McAvoy

Black Rainbow
J. J. McAvoy
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DEDICATION
To allthose who scream, laugh, cry, and love withno reservations
whenI growup, I want be just like you.
CHAPTER ONE
PR ES EN T
LEVI
This was goingto be the worst week ofmylife. It had to be. After
the week I’d just had, I knewthere was not a thinginthe world that
could top it. I had met the womanofmydreams, and I’d fucked
her allacross the city. Howcould anythingtop that?
I was tempted to callher now, or swingbyafter work, but
we’d made a deal; it was meant to be just a one week fling, after
our week was up, we agreed that we’d bothgo our separate ways.
Why had we made such a stupid fucking deal?
Sighing, I scrawled myname onthe board for the freshnew
lambs. I was always surprised that manyofthemhad even
graduated highschool, and the fact that theyhad beenaccepted into
Harvard Lawmade me wonder whose pockets had gottenfatter.
I was knownas El Diablo bymost – well– all the law
students, eventhe ones that managed to pass myclass. Regardless
ofwhat theythought ofme, almost allofthemapplied for jobs
withinmyfirmafter graduation. It led me to the beliefthat theywere
allmasochists... I had taught themwell.
“Come in, and sit anywhere,”I told themas theyfiled in.
As I listed over two-dozenbooks onthe board, I heard a
chorus ofwhispers echo thoughthe class, but this didn’t stop me
frommovingonto mysecond columnoftittles.
“Ifyouhaven’t read anyofthese books, get out. Youwillfail,
and once that happens, there is no hope for you. I do not care if
your mother was sick, your house caught fire or evenifyouwere
takenoffthe planet byaliens. Ifyouwant to pass this class, and if
youwant to be a lawyer, workingfor it isn’t enough. You’llneed to
bleed for it,”I said, placingthe chalk down.
I waited for a moment, smilingto myselfas I heard a few
students rise fromtheir seats and leave. It was the same storyevery
time I chose to teach.
Thank God I only teach one class.
“Myname is Professor Black. Nowthat we have weeded out
the weak…”Mywords trailed offas I turned to face the class.
There she was, mygirl, sittinginthe front row, dressed intight,
dark jeans, withone ofmyshirts under her blazer. Her browneyes
went wide, and her mouthdropped openas she stared back at me.
Flashes ofher lyingnaked inmybed, withmyselfembedded
deep withinher, as I kissed downher dark skin, ofme gyrating
against her hot, sweatybodyinthe club, ofmakinglove inmycar,
allofit, came rushingback to me.
Fuck. This can’t be happening.
Lookingup, I found what appeared to be a hundred eyes,
focused onme. Clearingmythroat, I beganagain, “For those of
youwho have stayed, I expect that you’ve heard the rumors, and
let me assure you, theyare alltrue. Bythe time youare finished with
this class, I’msure youwillhave more to add to them, but for now,
come up, signyour names, and grab a syllabus.”
She didn’t move. She remained inher seat, her gaze transfixed
uponme, lookingas mortified as I felt. One byone, I watched them
come forward, but not her.
Finally, she got up, grabbed her things, and thenstopped. She
looked as thoughshe was tryingto decide whether or not to run.
Run Thea!Please, for the love of God, run.
But ofcourse she didn’t. Withher head down, she came
forward, signingher name as Thea Cunning, before takinga
syllabus frommydesk. I took a step back fromher. I couldn’t
touchher… not after everythingwe had done together.
I had screwed one ofmystudents, repeatedly.
Shit.
THEA
“Who canpayattentionwithhimup front?”a girlwhispered to her
friend beside her.
“I heard he’s a totalNazi, but he’s one ofthe best lawyers in
the state. Ifyou’re ingood withhim, youmight evenget a place at
his firm. Evena recommendationfromhimand you’re set,”the
blonde whispered back.
The moment I sawhim, I just knewthat I was goingto be infor
one hellofa semester. I had screwed one ofmyprofessors. Hell, I
had licked honeyoffhis chest! This was not supposed to happen. It
was supposed to be one week ofamazingsex, and then, we’d
never ever see eachother again!
This morningI had missed him, but knewit was over. I needed
to focus onschool, and ongettingmylife together. I had promised
myselfthat I would do this; that I wouldn’t let anythingget inmy
way, yet here I was, staringat Levi… and to think that just two
days ago I had… Oh God.
I had to transfer. I was goingto transfer.
“Ms. Cunning,”he called, and I jumped slightly.
“Yes, that’s me,”I muttered, raisingmyhand, knowingfullwell
that he knewwho I was. He didn’t evenlook up, he just kept
readingthe other names.
God had the most twisted sense ofhumor.
CHAPTER TWO
PAS T
D AY1
THEA
AllI reallyneeded was a drink. No, not just a drink, but vodka. I
was willingto drink it straight fromthe bottle. It was onlybyluck
that I sawthe lights ofthe upcomingnightclub called Twenty-Four,
throughmyfoggy, rain-covered windshield.
Parkingas close to the entrance as I could, I grabbed mypurse
before dashingout ofmycar and into the rain. This was a bad idea.
It was pouring, I was annoyed, and I didn’t have someone to take
me home ifI got drunk… whichI most likelywould. But right now,
I didn’t care, because what I reallyneeded was a drink.
I sound like an alcoholic. Jeez.
The bouncer looked at myID, and thenat me as I stared
passivelyback. He nodded and waved me in. I didn’t payattention
to anyofthe couples grindingonto eachother as I made myway
across the dance floor, and to the bar.
“Vodka anything, fast,”I said to the bartender who wore a top
hat atop his unrulymop ofbrownhair.
“Toughday?”he asked, his eyeliner eyes narrowing, as he
poured me the nectar ofthe Gods into a glass.
I downed the whole thinginone shot, before coughingand
takinga deep breath.
“Youcould saythat,”I sighed, wavingfor himto pour more.
“Please tellme you’re not a recoveringalcoholic,”he half
joked, pouringmore into myglass.
I smiled at that. “Maybe.”
His browneyes brimmed withworry, and I rolled myeyes.
“Mymother died two months ago. Todayis her birthday, and right
now, I reallydon’t want to be at home, alone withallofher crap.
So just keep themcoming.”
“I’msorry.”
I’mnot sure ifI made himfeelbetter or worse, but this time he
filled the glass, and I tried to be more civilized.
“What’s your name? Because I believe youand I are goingto
be veryclose bythe end ofthe night,”I muttered sipping.
“Tristan,”he said, thenadded, “I’msorryabout your mother,
hon.”
“Don’t be, she was a horrible person,”I muttered truthfully.
“I’mThea.”
“Nice to meet youThea. Drinks are onthe house.”
“No, it’s okay, I don’t want anypity.”
“It’s fine. I’mscrewingthe boss,”he said, droppingme a wink,
and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ifyoukeep givingawaydrinks, youwillbe screwed alright.”
“You’re the first customer I have ever had that’s fought me on
free drinks.”
“I’msure but—”
“No buts,”he replied cleaninga glass. “Drinks are onthe
house.”
“Fine. Howabout the house pays for the first three drinks, and I
payfor the rest?”
“Howmanydo youplanonhaving?”
I shrugged. “As manyas it takes untilI’mnumb?”
“Are youalways this honest?”
“Onlyto the personwho’s controllingthe booze.”
He laughed, shakinghis head at me. “Fine, the first three are on
the house. Did youjust move to Boston?”
“Yes and no.”That was allI was givinghim, and he nodded,
acceptingmyanswer as good enough.
I was just about to ask for a couple slices oflime, whenthe
lights inthe place dimmed. Ablue light illuminated the stage as a
very attractive man, took center stage withnothingbut a guitar in
his hands. His hair was dark, almost black, like a starless night. His
eyes were a deep emerald color, so strikingthat eveninthe dimlylit
bar I could see them. Everytime the light hit them, I felt myself
beingdrawninmore and more.
Sittingona stool, he played softly, almost as thoughhe was
tryingto put us allat ease.
“This songisn’t dedicated to anyone… yet,”he whispered into
the microphone, whichgained hima fewwhistles and claps.
Rollingmyeyes, I turned back to mydrink.
“I carry a smile when I’m broken in two, all because of
someone like you,” he sangand I stopped for a moment before
turningback to him.
“What the hell?”I whispered to myself.
“Fooling the world; none of them know you as I do. Why
not me? Why never me? Standing right here you masterful
puppeteer.”
I don’t knowifit was the lyrics, or just the waythat he sang
them. Either wayI found myselfunable to look awayfromhim,
evento drink. It was as thoughI had come here just to hear him
sing.
I sat watchingas he ranhis hands over the strings ofthe guitar. I
was transfixed, bewitched, and overwhelmed. I could feelmythroat
closingup.
“I should go,”I muttered to myselfwhenhis songwas over. But
I simplysat there, staringdownat mydrink and unable to move.
Finally, I lifted myglass and swallowed its contents, and Tristan,
mygood old trustybartender, poured me a newglass. I didn’t feel
like crying. Infact, I didn’t have anymore tears to spill. I was just
tired. I had spent the last three and a halfmonths withmymom. We
fought, we cried, and thenshe died – inthat order.
“CanI buyyoua drink?”a voice behind me asked.
I turned to find the same devilishlyhandsome manfromthe
stage, standingright beside me. He stood over sixfeet tall. He was
fit, but not inthe bulky, bodybuilder sort ofway. His skinwas fair
and flawlesslysmooth, his lips were full, his features were chiseled
and welldefined, yet still, it was his eyes that trulycaptured my
attention. Without beingaware ofit, I leaned intowards himand
smiled. He was totallyat ease.
“Tristan, should I let himbuyme a drink?”I turned to the man
behind the bar. Tristansnorted, lookingover at the manwho waited
for a yes.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Thanks man,”the mansaid, frowningat Tristanwhile I
laughed.
Tristanreplaced mydrink, whichI had not yet finished, with
somethingnewand pink.
“Stillvodka?”I asked him.
“Stillvodka,”he nodded.
Smiling, I turned to the Casanova and shrugged. “Looks like I
alreadyhave a drink, but, seeingthat you’re empty-handed at the
moment, I’mhappyto buyyouone,”I teased. I turned and
dramaticallyrapped myknuckles against the bar. “Tristan! Give our
friend here somethingmanly.”
Theybothlaughed at that.
“I’llhave what she’s having,”he said takingthe seat beside me.
“Youdo see this drink is pink, right?”I asked him.
“I think I’mcomfortable enoughwithmysexuality,”he winked.
This was usuallythe point where I left guys at the bar, but for
some reason, I just shook myhead. I didn’t want to leave yet.
“Youwere good, bythe way.”
“What?”He smiled as he leaned towards me.
I pointed to the stage and grinned. “Your song, what did you
think I meant?”
“Nothing,”he laughed. “And thank you, I didn’t think anyone
noticed.”
“Whywouldn’t anyone notice?”
He raised aneyebrowand looked out over the dance floor.
Followinghis gaze, I noticed that everyone was glued to eachother,
and no one seemed to care what kind ofmusic was playing. It was
Sunday, so I guessed everyone wanted to end their weekend ona
highnote.
“At this point, theymight as wellnot have clothes on.”I tilted
myhead to the side, watchingas a man’s hand worked its wayup
his partner’s dress.
“That’s what they’re workingtowards,”he laughed. “I’mLevi
bythe way.”
“Nice to meet you, Levi,”I said tryingnot to seeminterested.
He was attractive, but I was more the type who’d rather look than
touch.
Yeah right.
“This is the part where youtellme your name.”
“Really? Do youdo this often?”
“Do what?”he asked witha frown.
“Swaywomenwithyour sultrymusic, thenoffer thema drink
whilst staringdeeplyinto their souls withyour sexygreeneyes, in
order to get their names.”
“Sultrymusic? Sexygreeneyes? Are yousure youaren’t the
one that does this often?”He grinned so wide it was contagious.
Damn him.
“You’re good.”
“I’msure you’re better.”
Oh damn him to hell.
“Dance withme,”he said, extendinghis hand.
“I maybe black, but I have no rhythmwhat so ever,”I
informed him. “I’ma terrible dancer, and I meanawful. I’llstep on
your toes—”
He didn’t seemto care, because he took myhand anyway, and
I shivered at his touch… I bloody shivered, as he led me towards
the middle ofthe dance floor and pulled me closer.
“You’re goingregret this,”I told him.
“Believe me, that’s not possible,”he whispered, spinningme
around untilmyback was pressed against his chest.
I stopped breathing. I was afraid ifI did, I would moan. I could
feelhim, allofhim, behind me.
“Just relax, give into the music,”he whispered into myear, and
once againit was like I had no controlover mybody.
He’s definitely done this before, I thought to myself. But I
didn’t sayanything. I just lifted myarms up and wrapped them
around himas the music blasted around us. His hands softlygrazed
over mythighs.
“I stilldon’t knowyour name.”
“That’s because I stillhaven’t told you,”I whispered, turning
back to him. His hands went to mywaist and we bothstared at
eachother.
I reallycouldn’t take it anymore. Maybe it was the alcohol, or
because he was insanelyattractive, or because I just wanted to feel
something, but I closed the gap betweenus. That was allthe
invitationhe needed to take charge.
His arms wrapped around me, and his hands found a position
onmyneck as he drewme infor a kiss. He tasted amazing.
Reachingup, I grabbed himbyhis hair and pulled himcloser. I
wanted… needed more ofhim. Before I knewit, I was pressing
myselfagainst him.
Releasinghis hair, myhands slowlywandered up under his shirt
and I savored the feelofhis smooth, rock hard, washboard abs,
while his warm, almost feverish, hand cupped mybreast, relayinga
promise ofthings to come.
Finally, we broke awayfromeachother for a moment so that
we could breathe. I wanted himso badly, I would have takenhim
right there onthe dance floor.
“Myname is Thea,”I whispered, and he smirked.
“Your place or mine, Thea?”
“Youthink you’re goingto get lucky?”I asked him, and he
kissed me again. The moment he did, I moaned into his mouthand
gripped onto his hair. But he pulled awayalltoo soon.
“I think I’ve alreadygottenlucky,”he smiled.
“Your place it is then,”I whispered, and he took myhand.
I barelyremembered to grab mypurse before he led me out of
the club. Bythe time we got into his car, we bothwere trembling.
As we drove throughthe city’s streets, I took the time to admire his
profile inthe intermittent glowofthe passingstreetlights. His fingers
gentlytraced patterns alongthe sensitive skinofmythigh. It was
sucha small, mindless action, yet stillmybreathcaught inmythroat
and mymind went blank. Before long, myhand wandered into his
lap and I groped himthroughhis pants. He didn’t saya word as we
drove, but I could feelhis mountingexcitement.
He pulled up right infront ofa beautifultownhome inthe better
part ofthe city. SomehowI managed to regaina little bit ofmy
composure as he opened the door for me. To anyone lookingat us,
theywouldn’t have guessed anythingindecent was happening, yet
the moment I touched his hands, I felt myselfflush, and a wave of
heat spread over me.
He fumbled withhis keys, tryingto get the door open, and I
reveled inthe fact that he was either extremelynervous or so
excited that he couldn’t think straight. I took pride ineither
prospect.
The second we were inside, he spunaround and pinned me
against the door.
“Thank God,”he said against myskin.
He brushed his thumb across myhot, swollenlips, and lightly
trailed his fingers downto mywaist, his touchlingered for onlya
moment before he dragged myshirt up over mybody. Liftingme
up, he carried me towards his couchallowingus bothto fallback
onto it. Withhimontop ofme. I could feelthe lengthofhimthrough
his jeans, but that wasn’t good enough. Pullingonhis belt, I bit his
lips impatiently, and he snickered as he understood the urgencyof
myactions. Movingawayfromme, he rid himselfofhis clothes and
returned to help free me ofmine.
The wayhis hard bodyfelt against mine…I wanted to touchall
ofhim, but whenI tried to reachfor him, he pinned bothofmy
hands above myhead, and proceeded to gentlykiss and lick my
nipples. He teased me slowly, enjoyinghowI shook under him. I
felt like I was losingmymind.
“Damnyou,”I sighed, as I bit mylips, tryingnot enjoyit.
But whenone ofhis hands trailed downmystomachand
betweenmylegs, I couldn’t help but melt inhis hands. This wasn't
foreplay, it was torture.
“Fuck. Youlook so sexy…”he hissed, as ifI were doing
anythingto him.
His grip onme loosened as I kissed alonghis jawline. Finally
free, I allowed myhands to wander back to him, and this time, he
didn’t stop me as I gripped onto him. I tightened myhold onhis
member, movingmyhand up and downagonizinglyslow, torturing
him, just as he had done to me. His breathingshortened, and his
eyes seemed to darken, as he watched me work him. I liked fact
that he seemed to be fightinganinner battle, tryingto control
himself. But I didn’t want himto be controlled, I wanted our
torturous versionofforeplayto end.
“Condom?”I asked him.
“Back pocket.”He nodded to his pants onthe ground.
Withmyother hand, I grabbed it and tore the wrapper open
withmyteeth. Then, without wastinganymore time, I put it onhim.
We watched eachother as I positioned myselfover him. I could
feelhim, he could feelme. He grunted infrustrationand grabbed my
waist, flippingme onto myback and thrustingforward.
“Yes,”I moaned as he pinned bothmyhands above myhead
withhis right hand, and he used his left hand to grip mythigh.
He grunted, slamminginto me.
“Yes!”I cried out, as he thrust into me, harder and harder, with
so muchforce the couchmoved withus, and I didn’t evencare. My
breasts bounced freely, and he grinned, kissingthembothbefore
kissingmylips.
I opened mymouth, allowingour tongues to dance around each
other.
“So tight,”he hissed.
“Harder!”I demanded not caringwho heard me.
He made me feelso good.
He released myhands, and I immediatelygrabbed for his
shoulders as mylegs wrapped themselves around him. He kissed
the sides ofmyface, thenour lips once againmet.
“Come for me,”he whispered, and I nodded, unable to speak.
As mymouthparted, and mybreasts pressed against his chest,
I arched myback pressinginto himuntilI could no longer contain
myself. “Levi!”I cried out.
“God you’re beautiful.”
I tried to catchmybreath, but for the love ofGod I couldn’t. I
moaned as he held me, and trailed kisses downmyneck. I pushed
himonto his back and mounted himonce more.
I looked downat himand grinned, ridinghimhard. I pinched
mynipples, allowinghimto watchas I bounced onhim. His hands
worked their wayto meet mine. He cupped mybreasts, and I
covered his hands withmyown, keepingtheminplace as he thrust
upwards into me.
“Thea—”He bit his lip, fightingback his moan.
Withmyhands onhis chest, I took inthe sight ofhim; wild,
sexy, hungryfor me. I loved it.
“Come for me,”I repeated his earlier sentiment.
He grunted, meetinghis release. He rested belowme for a
moment, gaspingas did I. I didn’t want to get offhimand he pulled
me downwards to kiss his lips.
“Youthink we canmake into to the bedroomnext time?”he
teased.
“There’s goingto be a next time?”
“God, I hope so.”
I smiled, “Saywhen?”
“Twentyminutes?”
I raised aneyebrowat him, “What amI goingto do for twenty
minutes?”
“We are goingto keep up our energy.”He kissed me again,
and I returned it. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“I wouldn’t dreamofit,”I told him, admiringhis physique as he
walked away.
Smilingto myself, I ...