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Intimate Triangle	By : Rain16 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 1284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Some Kind of Love
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Chapter 1

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Benji sat quietly in the cushioned seat. The plane was due to land soon and he couldn’t wait to get back on the ground, he hated flying.

Next to him, Joel jerked in his sleep. The guy could sleep anywhere. He looked down at the Rolling Stone magazine on Joel’s lap table. Lindsey Lohan was on the cover, and thanks to Joel, she sported a magic marker mustache and beard.

Both were writing the band’s next single. They went to Interscope yesterday to work with the different tunes in order to get the chorus and bridge working. But after four hours, Joel decided to call quits and left, while Benji stayed behind to finish.

Benji secretly smiled to himself as he looked over at his brother. As close as they were, he didn’t tell him nor anybody about Christina yet. He didn’t think he had that right just now. For all he knew it was just a once and forgotten night in her mind. But he hoped not. She was amazing, and not just to look at, but to taste and to feel. The girl was intoxicating.

He meant it when he told her how he felt after they finished. But she fell asleep before he got anything out of her. How he just wanted to stay with her and hold her. He couldn’t believe it was her beneath him sleeping soundly. There was no way he wanted to let that go. But if he wanted to keep it a secret, he had to be outside in time Joel came to get him, like nothing happened.

So he kissed her wet forehead before moving. When he went to pull up his pants he reached in the pocket and pulled out her car keys. He wondered how she would react knowing he had them all this time.

She would probably be pissed that he tricked her, but there was no way he knew the night would come this far. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but not that. So like a pussy he wrote her a note, set her alarm on her phone, copied down her number, and left, but not before glancing back at the sleeping beauty for one last look.

Just the sight of the girl made him explode. But there was something different about her. She made him want her more than anyone. The way she looked at him with those blue eyes drove him over. She looked innocent and pure one minute, then seductive and sexy the next.

The printing in the magazine blurred as Benji thought of Christina. He wanted her; no he needed her. By God, he will have her.

“Don’t call him.” Christina said out loud. She was sitting on the bed holding her cell and staring at the number on the screen.

The digital letters read ‘BM’, with the seven numbers just below it. It was the most hypnotizing thing ever.

“If you call him, then you’re stuck, you already got yourself in enough.” She moaned at the thought of how cheap she made herself out to be. She was never that forward with a guy, but Benji was different.

He was a pretty cool guy, at least that’s what all the magazines say, she couldn’t say much since she barely knew him.

Well now is the chance to get to know him. Just call him and see what’s up. She hadn’t had this much excitement since Jorge, which was a really really long time ago. Could Benji be something more than the other men after Jorge?

Christina’s thumb rested on the send key. If she pressed it, they’d be connected.

Oh who is she kidding, she can’t base a true relationship on good sex. And it’s not like she can really forgive him after pretty much tricking her into staying with him. The guy took her keys for Christ’s sake.

He gave them back

That’s not the point

Her conscience was eating her alive. Nothing made Christina feel this way, nothing and definitely not anyone.

But it wasn’t just good sex. It was great sex/

Giving in Christina pushed the green button weakly and nervously held the phone to her ear.

It rang twice.

“Yea?” came the answer. Just his voice made her words catch in her throat.

“H-hey.” She finally found her voice. “Benji?”

“Yea.” He answered. There was a lot of noise in the back round, Christina could barely hear him. “Who’s this?”

Oh god. Christina panicked. He already forgot about it. He’s completely over what happened, and here she is calling him like some pathetic stalker. Just hang up she told herself, hang up before he recognizes you.

“Christina?”

Too late.

“Uh Yea.” She choked out.

There was a pause before he quickly told her to hold on. Christina could heard muffled voices one of them was Benji’s but she couldn’t understand what was being said. It was really loud on his end, he sounded like he was in the middle of a intersection.

When he came back he was out of breath.

“You sound busy, I can call back.” She offered.

“No. It’s cool I just had to get out of there.” He answered.

It’s was a lot quieter now and she could hear him clearly. She could feel the knot in her stomach loosening. “Sounds like you were getting mobbed.”

He chuckled. “Well almost, luckily were past the gate before anyone recognized us.”

Gate? Christina thought. The airport. That’s right, he said he had a flight. She suddenly felt disappointed. He’s gone. But why should that disappoint her? Did she expect to meet up with him tonight or something? God, sometimes she could really hate herself.

“Airports tend to be like that.” She replied pointlessly. “But uh, you sound safe now.”

“Yea, I got out of there. I’m in the truck now.”

“Alone?” She had to ask.

“Yep. We all had different things to do.” He explained.

“Oh.” Was all she said. Then there was nothing. A short pause soon turned into a long awkward silence. It was so quiet that she could hear he heart beat. She wondered if Benji might’ve hung up, but the soft sound of his car radio told her other wise.

When the tension got to overwhelming Benji spoke up. “I know you didn’t call me to small talk. What’s on your mind?”

There was no way she was going to tell him what was going on in her head, especially when she had no idea what the hell was going on up there. She didn’t say anything.

“Hmm. The silent type.” He teased.

Was he enjoying this, isn’t he confused at all about what happened or does he not care?

“Look would it help if we talked face to face instead? To tell you the truth I don’t like talking over the phone that much. We can go somewhere public if you want.” She could hear the humor in his voice and all she wanted to do was reach through the receiver and strangle him.

On the other hand it did seen like a good idea. Christina did want to talk this over and it seemed like he wanted to as well. And to meet in public was a good idea in case… well just in case.

“Okay. When you get back we can meet up then, but I’m leaving for Miami in seven days so if you want to schedule something…”

“Relax, I’m on my way.” His cool voice sounded.

“What? Where?” She screeched.

“I’m on my way to your hotel.”

“Now? But I thought you were…where are you?” Christina was more than confused.

“I’m close.” He answered. “And you’re wasting valuable time to make yourself up for me.”

Christina huffed into the phone, but as soon as she heard him hang up she ran straight to the closet to change her outfit.

Moments later she checked herself in the mirror. With a long jean skirt, black calf length heel boots, a black tank top and freshly applied make-up, she smiled at herself. Just as she raked her fingers through her long blonde hair, the door buzzer rang.

Christina hesitated before approaching the intercom. “Yes?” She said into the speaker.

The doorman’s voice replied. “Ms. Aguilera, there is a Mr. Madden here.”

He really was here! Then he wasn’t lying. “I-I’ll be right down.” She muttered before rushing to find her purse. It was a small bag, no bigger than a fanny pack. She filled the designer purse with her make-up, wallet, cell phone, and hotel key. Grabbing her jean jacket she took one last look in the mirror before going to the door.

Even though it was September, the Los Angeles air wasn’t threatening, but Christina pulled her jacket over herself anyway. As much as she wanted to show skin around the guy, doing so in a closed in car wasn’t a very good idea.

When she exited the building she immediately spotted a black SUV waiting near the steps. Making her way to the truck was like walking in quick sand, her legs almost seemed impossible to make it.

But when she opened the passenger door and found him lounged in the driver’s seat dressed in black from head to toe, she couldn’t help but let herself melt into the leather seat.

He greeted her with a nod and she smiled back. They pulled out of the parking lot; Nirvana blasted from the speakers, just loud enough to keep the uncomfortable silence subsided.

As they drove down the road, Christina snuck a few quick glances in Benji’s direction. He was focused on the road, but didn’t seem to much in concentration as he gazed out his window. His arm rested on the steering wheel, while the other sat on the arm rest. Christina admired the “MADE” tattoo marked on his knuckles.

She overlooked his attire as well. He wore a black Level 27 shirt and baggy black jeans, he selected boots too, they looked like Dockers but she wasn’t sure. And to top it off, he wore a black bandana over his forehead, a small green mohawk stuck out above the material. She grinned, he was the exact appearance her mother warned her about when she was a child. And now here she is an adult, and she’s sitting in his car. Go figure.

After another minute the Nirvana CD finished and Benji turned the stereo down. “How’s it going?” He awkwardly greeted as he made a sharp turn.

“Fine.” Christina answered shortly. “You?”

He nodded. But didn’t say anything.

Christina bit her lip. She thought he liked talking face to face, why is he suddenly a hard shell? “So you switched the truck in.” She tried.

But she only received a nod again. What is his problem? But she didn’t ask, instead she shut up. They both did until he pulled into a small night club she didn’t recognize. “Mythins?” She read the neon sign as they parked.

“I come here all the time with the guys.” He said finally looking at her. That was the most he said in the twenty minutes they were together tonight. “It’s cool, people will be so pissed drunk to notice us.”

With a nod Christina exited the car and followed him in.

The place wasn’t busy at all. There was a small bar in the back, and a couple of tables surrounding a danceless dance floor. Heavy metal played softy in the background, but other than that the place seemed dead. Only a few people were occupying the stools at the bar and they didn’t even seem to notice the two enter.

Benji lead Christina to a small table by the window. Once they were seated and ordered drinks from a depressed looking waitress, the uncomfortable silence fell again. Christina pretended to be interested in the place as she looked around and Benji just stared out the window seldomly bopping his head to the heavy music.

Once she couldn’t take anymore, Christina took a deep breath and spoke up. “Well I for one really think we should talk about what happened last night.”

Benji looked at her, his brown eyes blank.

She took a frustrated breath again. “I just want you to know that I don’t know what happened with me last night. I hope I don’t come off as a…” She paused to sort the words out. “Look I’m just not like that at all. I never behaved like that before and I never plan on doing that again.” She finished and waited for Benji to say something.

The waitress brought their drinks and Christina took a gulp of her captain/coke. The liquor burned her throat, but her mouth was so dry, she took another gulp.

Benji on the other hand didn’t touch his drink as he answered. “So this is your way of letting me down easy? You could’ve told me this over the phone or at least waited till I dropped you off and shouted it through the window.”

Christina stared at him, not knowing which way this conversation was going. What the hell was he talking about? Letting him down? She was letting him go! “What?” was all she could say.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. “Look, it’s no surprise you regretted what happened, I heard it in your voice when you called. I can see it in your eyes. You look like you’re holding back from saying more, so I’ll just make it easy on you and say fine. I didn’t tell anyone about last night and I won’t. So now we can go our separate ways and forget all about it.”

Christina was in fuming shock. He was doing it again, coming up with conclusions and going by them. Though she was holding back a lot to say it wasn’t anything he assumed.

“Do you know how much of a pain you are?” Christina snapped. “I didn’t regret one minute with you. The only thing I wanted to clear up was what you thought of me, and if you regretted anything.”

He just looked at her.

“What do you want out of this Benji?” She asked honestly. She wasn’t going to get into something that might not even be there.

When he didn’t answer. Christina stood up. “I guess we’re both wasting our time. I’ll take a cab back.”

Christina took her time walking out of the club hoping Benji would say something, but he didn’t. He let her go. Disappointment hit Christina just as fast as she slammed the door behind her.

What expectations did she have? Benji wasn’t her type and there was no way in hell they would be together, she was an idiot for thinking so. He was way to different and sometimes it just didn’t work.

When she stepped outside the air seemed a little colder, she grasped jacket tighter around her body and pulled out her phone. Information hooked her up to the taxi service and when the receptionist asked her for her location someone from behind grabbed the phone out of Christina’s hand.

She spun in time to notice Benji flip the phone shut. He was really close, close enough that Christina could smell his intriguing body scent. His eyes were unreadable but they bore into hers like darts. She was hypnotized.

Benji slowly reached for her, his arms wrapping around her waist. And Christina fell into him, his lips captured hers sending a jolt through her body. They melted into each other and suddenly the possibility of separating vanished.

Benji followed Christina into her hotel room. It was clean compared to his, a lot nicer too. He knew she was a girl who took care of herself.

“Don’t you ever get lonely traveling by yourself?” He asked curiously looking around at the big room.

She shrugged as she pulled her jacket off revealing her tender arms. God she had great skin.

“I take all the privacy I can get.” She smiled. “You want anything to drink or eat, I can order room service.”

Benji shook his head. “No thanks, I’m probably leaving soon anyway.”

He didn’t want to stay and ware out his welcome, he wasn’t sure what the girl wanted. But he wasn’t going to take advantage.

She frowned a little at his words. “Oh. You have flight tomorrow?”

He shook his head. “No I just haven’t gotten much sleep. Why do you want me to stay?”

Christina quickly shook her head. “No I was just wondering, but if you want to bunk here it’s cool.”

Benji took a step closer. “If you want me to stay, all you have to do is say so.”

Christina looked like a deer caught in headlights. “If you don’t want to that’s fine, I mean it’s up to you, if you want to.”

In a way this was sort of amusing. The pop star didn’t know what was up. She seemed to be contemplating things in her head. Well if she wasn’t sure, he wasn’t going to waste his time.

Once he was close enough, he leaned forward and touched her pouty lips with his. They were the softest lips he ever tasted. He was almost reluctant to pull away. When he did he whispered good night and began to turn to the door, but something stopped him.

The pop star was tightly clenching onto his arm that if Benji tried pulling out of her grasp it would be painful. He focused on her face and noticed the look of need in her blue orbs.

“Stay.” She whispered and that’s all she needed to say.

Triumph roared through him as he picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her as tender as possible on the bed. She pulled him down with her and he laid comfortably on top of her using his arms to support most of his weight.

She teased his lips with her tongue driving Benji over the limit. He loved the taste of her. He loved the feeling of her beneath him. It wasn’t an act of dominance but of willingness. He kissed her back opening his mouth to hers, she took the opportunity and her soft tongue massaged his.

He kissed his way down her neck line until he material of her tank top cut him off. He looked up at her and locked eyes.

She nodded. “Go ahead I have four others.”

With that, he grasped the cotton material and ripped it apart exposing her erected breasts. A small muffle escaped her mouth but she ran her fingers over his hair as he kissed the sensitive skin.

When he took one pink nipple into his mouth he moaned along with her. He ached to taste it’s salty surface. He scraped his tongue over the nub and enjoyed the thrill run through her body.

She moaned his name, which sounded more amazing then the high notes she hits in her songs. Last month this girl was a mere picture on his wall he admired every night, now she’s a willing lover calling his name in pleasure.

He kissed his way down her navel to her skirt which he took off normally. And beneath revealed a small red thong. He looked up surprisingly at Christina.

She smiled. “A skirt calls for underwear, sorry.”

He smiled back. No problem, he thought as he got to his knees and gazed down to her body. There was something exhilarating about the erotic looking thong and black knee high boots. He wanted to lock this image in his mind forever.

His fingers caressed the outside of her thighs and Benji could actually see the goose bumps dot her body. Holding back no longer, he leaned forward and kissed the flesh inside her thighs causing her to gasp.

His tongue led a trail from one thigh to the next. And before he could stop himself he pulled the red thong off the treasure.

The essence that filled the room was intoxicating, Benji could feel his body fully respond, he stared at her for a long while taking every bit in. Before placing his mouth lightly on the sensitive flesh between her legs.

Christina spread her legs as he lowered his head and devoured her sex. The taste of this domain was three times the taste of her lips. She was sweet and sensual.

She responded quickly to this treatment, Benji felt her buck her hips toward him and begin to shake.

Suddenly she pulled his head up and sat up herself. She took his lips in hers and breathlessly tangled their tongues together. She must’ve tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him deeply. Still on his knees Benji pulled Christina onto his lap so she straddled his waist. He held her close crushing her breasts to his chest.

Her slender fingers pulled anxiously at his shirt and Benji helped her pulled it off. She caressed his arms, back and chest and kissed the crook of his neck. When she got to his ear, Benji yearned.

She nibbled his ear lobe pulling at his earring. Benji caressed her ass, rubbing his hands over the round surface.

And when she pushed him onto his back Benji fell helplessly under her control. She straddled his waist as she leaned forward to kiss his chest. Her hot tongue swept over his nipples creating waves of sensation.

He throbbed for her. When her fingers went to unfasten his pants Benji wanted nothing more than to help, but he held back.

She freed him and he closed his eyes in relief, he wasn’t trapped anymore. Christina held her beautifully aroused body above his erection. She stared down at Benji with desire in her eyes before lowering herself.

Benji exhaled deeply as he slide perfectly into her. Christina opened her mouth and sighed in response. He was deep inside feeling her juices surround him. Her warm folds tightened around his shaft and Benji thought he would explode right there.

Christina slowly rocked her hips back and forth, getting used to the feeling, Benji grasped her hips and glided her across him. When she did lift herself slowly letting him slide out then lowering herself to sink back in, Benji swore quietly to himself.

This was pure torture. She began the treatment again this time quickening the pace. Her breasts jumped wildly in front of her and Benji couldn’t help but cup one in his hand. She rode him at a pace which caused him to trap the cries of pleasure in his mouth.

He could feel Christina’s heart beat quicken with his hand and knew his was doing the same. Their breathing quickened and so did Christina’s pace. Benji moaned as her inner walls closed around his burning shaft making the ruin tighter.

He was climaxing, and so was she. Her cries increased as she bucked her hips and Benji’s erection began to release.

The rumbles that went through his body caused him to shake uncontrollably. She sobbed his name before collapsing on top of him. Benji caught her with open arms and held her close. She tried to control her breathing as she whimpered in response to her release.

Benji tried his hardest to remain cool but he gasped for breath just as desperately as she. Never had a woman rode him so well that he climaxed at the same time. This was definitely a different woman. He gently kissed her hot forehead and stroked her hair.

Moments passed before Christina rolled over letting him slide from her pleasured core. She didn’t leave his arms though, as she laid next to him, discarded their shoes and pulled the covers over their naked bodies. Both were in a quiet comfortable zone, Benji closed his eyes exhausted but not daring to drift into sleep. He felt Christina tracing a finger over the tattoos on the arm that held her. She hummed softly to herself.

“Did you mean what you said?” Her fragile voice caused him to open his eyes. He found her looking at him with seriousness and hope in her eyes. “Last night before I fell asleep, did you mean what you said?”

Benji looked at her, his stomach tightened. “So you did hear that?”

She nodded not letting the look drop from her face.

Benji thought for a while. Letting his head sort through things. He had a lot of explaining to do. But there was no way he could go back on what he said, on what he felt.

“Yes.” He said quietly.

Christina looked away and Benji immediately regretted his answer. She didn’t look convinced.

Her eyes refused to meet his. “We barely know each other, how can you love me when we just met last night?”

Good point Benji thought, but that wasn’t going to change his mind. The truth is he felt a lot for this girl, more than just innocent feelings too. And to him, that meant love, maybe not unconditional love, but it’s some kind of love.

“I know it’s crazy.” He started. “And I think that’s why I feel this way. The fact is, since last night, you’re all I could think about. I thought about how much I loved your smile and laugh, and your eyes when your upset. I thought about how much I make you look embarrassed and confused and irritated.”

“But is that love?” She cut off.

Benji shrugged. “If not then what is it?”

Christina bit her lip, he loved that too. She seemed to be searching for an answer and came up with nothing. “I thought about you too.” She confessed.

Benji smiled. “I’m not asking you to love me.” He said. “Just let me love you.”

Tears formed in her eyes as she smiled and kissed his lips. “Okay.” She whispered.

And a satisfied Benji finally let the fulfill ness of sleep consume him.

Joel dialed the number a third time, and for the third time his brother’s voice mail picked up. He snapped his phone shut not bothering to leave a message. It wasn’t like Benji not to answer his phone. He would wake up from a deep sleep to do so.

He was waiting at the Holiday Inn for his brother to return, they planned to go cruising the streets before turning in, but Benji didn’t show. Joel was getting pissed. His brother never backed out of a plan. He told him at the airport before he left that he was going to meet him here at eleven, and here it is twelve thirty and the fucker is missing.

Joel tried his cell phone again, but with no luck he snapped the device shut and swore in anger. “Dammit.” He yelled before heading inside.

Where the fuck are you Benji?

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