Rock Courtship Rock Courtship (Rock Kiss #1.5) (12 page)

No one would pick them as sisters at a glance, but they’d made the commitment to
be
sisters, the bond stronger with every day that passed.

“Thanks.” Molly’s dark eyes were lit from within as she spoke. “Fox’s convinced me that wearing body-hugging outfits is a good look on me.” She bit down on her lower lip. “I still sometimes hesitate, but the way he looks at me…” Fanning her face, she sighed.

Thea understood that sigh. It was the same way she felt when David turned those golden-brown eyes on her. “You look va-va-voom,” she reassured her sister, admiring the black dress with its nipped-in waist, skinny skirt, and wide shoulder straps that came down into a curve just deep enough to hint at spectacular cleavage, the fabric smooth and matte. “You know I wouldn’t let you walk out looking less than hot. If I had boobs like yours…”

Molly tucked her arm into Thea’s. “And all I want are your amazing legs. It’s like they go on forever.” She made a face. “Why are we women never satisfied?”

Laughing with her as they headed into the elevator, Thea turned to find David had been watching her ass. She grinned. Okay, that felt seriously good. To have Molly’s fabulous ass next to hers and for him to focus on hers.

Their eyes connected at that instant, and a hint of color brushed his cheekbones. She fought the urge to kiss him, finding that continued hint of shyness delectable given that she knew how very
not
-shy he was in bed. He took her hand, squeezed, but released it before the group stepped out of the elevator. While they weren’t hiding their relationship from the people who mattered, neither one of them wanted the paparazzi to figure it out—Thea, more than anyone, knew how media pressure could affect a new relationship.

She wanted her and David solid, rooted, before it was ever an issue. The fact she was the band’s head of PR meant her presence wouldn’t be questioned—as long as they made certain not to get snapped too many times together, apart from the others.

Tonight the six of them managed to avoid the paps altogether, climbing into their limo in the hotel’s underground parking garage and gliding out with several other limos belonging to what looked like a bridal party. And because the venue to which they were heading was a small club, the musician not well known, there weren’t any photographers camped out front when they arrived.

Walking into the dimly lit room, they followed the hostess to their table. Tall, with masses of hair, the brunette was obviously geeking out at having Schoolboy Choir drop by, though she managed to maintain her professionalism.

The waitress, on the other hand, giggled and tittered until Thea wanted to drive a fork through the woman’s voice box. Especially when the nitwit leaned down beside David, all but pushing her cleavage into his face. Thea gritted her teeth and handled it. She
had
to handle it; this wouldn’t be the first or the last time a woman came on to David.

Molly, seated across from her at the circular table, made a face. Thea rolled her eyes in return, well aware Molly had to deal with the same thing when it came to Schoolboy Choir’s rough-edged and rawly sexy lead singer. Molly stealthily mimed a stabbing motion just above the edge of the table. Almost snorting with laughter, Thea drew a finger across her throat.

“Hey.” David’s breath against her ear. “Why are you and Molly talking in secret female-speak?”

Stomach clenched from holding in her laughter, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Secret female-speak?”

“Incomprehensible to males, though done in plain sight.”

Wanting to haul him down to her mouth for unintentionally making it obvious he’d been paying attention to her and not the flirtatious waitress, she said, “It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Thea had never been jealous or clingy, wasn’t about to develop the bad habit now.

The lights dimmed a second later, and the concert started at almost the same time, the music intense and haunting. It was totally different from Schoolboy Choir’s hard rock, but the musicality was as impressive.

Sinking into it, David’s arm warm and strong at her back and her hand on his thigh, she only rose toward the end of the first break. Molly stood with her and they headed to the restroom. They’d timed it right and ended up being the only ones in there. Touching up their lipstick in the mirror, they chatted about the music.

“I’m so excited for you and David.” Molly’s smile was open, warm. “Seeing you together makes it obvious how right you are for each other.”

“I have to admit,” Thea confessed, “I’m having more trouble than I expected handling all the female attention he draws.” It wasn’t just the waitress tonight—she’d previously seen how certain groupies aimed for the Gentleman of Rock, determined to get under his suits.

Putting her hand on Thea’s forearm, Molly held her gaze with the rich dark of her own. “He doesn’t flirt, Thea, not with any woman.”

Thea exhaled, not realizing until then how tense she’d become during the past minute. “Thanks.” She closed her hand over her sister’s. “I know he’s a good man, but it’s difficult to watch the way women throw themselves at him, especially when I know they’re doing the same thing while I’m hundreds of miles away.”

A frown on Molly’s face. “Have you said anything to him?”

Thea shook her head. “I know the facts of life, of this world.”

“Hey.” Reaching up, Molly smoothed a strand of Thea’s hair off her face. “Remember what you told me about not keeping secrets if Fox and I are going to have a chance to make it? It was good advice.”

Thea swallowed, admitted the truth. “I told Eric personal, private things and he used them to hurt me.” She knew the two men were so unlike one another as to be totally different species, but that didn’t stop her throat from closing up at times. Thea’s heart had learned to be wary in instinctive self-defense, and it was taking time for her to unlearn that lesson.

But she was trying. So hard. It stole her breath to even imagine this might not work, that David would one day no longer be hers.
No
, she thought furiously,
he’s mine and I will not allow the scars caused by a weaker, disloyal man to mess that up. Not today or any other day.

T
he Schoolboy Choir party waited
until after the majority of the audience had left the venue, then approached the singer. He and Noah slapped one another on the back as they embraced, the other man’s looks as dark as Noah’s were fair. Both were beautiful. Esteban would have made the perfect pop heartthrob except that his music was too profound, asked too many emotional questions.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t be a star, Thea thought. All he needed was the right break. In the meantime, he appeared to be happy playing to intimate audiences in small spaces he filled with the passion of his music and his song.
Hmm
…

“I know that look,” David murmured in her ear, his hand once more on the bare skin of her back as they stood near the stage where the others spoke to Esteban.

His touch was proprietary in a way that made her stomach flip.

“What are you plotting?”

Thea leaned in to whisper, “I think I have a contact who’d be very interested in Esteban, and who would do his music justice.”

David took a long moment to reply. “You know the one thing no one ever says about you?”

“What?” she asked, bemused by the change in subject.

Intense tenderness in his eyes, he shifted his hand from her back to weave his fingers with her own. “How kind you are.”

Off-balance, the remnants of the shield over her heart cracked and broken, she shook her head. “I’m a hard-ass, David, you know that.” She couldn’t bear the hurt if he didn’t
see
her, if he wanted to remake her into another, softer woman.

David didn’t budge. “I know you’re tough as nails, Thea. I find it arousing as hell when you rip some pansy-ass tabloid reporter to shreds, all icy and polite.”

No chill in her blood now, her entire body a smile. “You are a strange and wonderful man.” And she was so freaking lucky that he’d waited for her to get her head on straight, been stubborn enough to fight for her.

“I’m not finished.” Running his thumb over her knuckles, he said, “Along with knowing you’re a Valkyrie for your clients, I also know you tracked Molly down when you didn’t have to, just because you thought she might need family.”

“She’s my sist—”

“Stop interrupting.” A mock-stern look. “Another thing I know is that you take calls from Marjorie and Ella no matter what time of day it is or whether you’re in a high-powered meeting at the time. I’ve lost count of the musicians you’ve connected with the right people, not because they could pay you, but because you believed in their music.”

He continued to hold her gaze with the unwavering intensity of his own. “I’ve seen you buying food for the homeless man on the boulevard near your office multiple times—I figure you’d get him into an apartment if he wasn’t so adamant about staying out ‘under the stars.’ We won’t even discuss your current intern, who is a sweetheart and who no one else would hire because she doesn’t look Hollywood enough.”

Stunned, undone, she fought back the tears. “Don’t tell anyone,” she rasped, catching her trembling lower lip between her teeth. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

A gorgeous, tender smile. “Your secret’s safe with me.” With that, he tugged her back to their table—now overflowing with fresh snacks and drinks. Those drinks were all nonalcoholic as they had been throughout the night, the entire band having made the decision to help Abe in his sobriety on his first night out since his binge.

It turned out Esteban was friends with the couple who owned the club and had convinced Noah and the others to stay on and celebrate the successful concert with him.

Esteban didn’t have a band, so it ended up being a small group—Schoolboy Choir, Thea, Molly, Esteban, the owners of the club, and the brunette hostess, as well as a small, competent Hispanic woman who’d been in charge of the electronics. Abe hit on her straight away, got a frosty-eyed response.

Thea bit back a grin at the look on the keyboardist’s face. “Abe’s not used to hearing no, is he?” she said to David, his scent making her want to nuzzle into him.

“Are you kidding me?” David took a drink of his ice-cold lemonade. “Every time I turn around, Abe and Noah have new women hanging off their arms.”

“Do you miss it?” she whispered under the cover of the lively conversation. “Being able to go home with any groupie you want?”

David closed his fingers over her nape, his eyes locked with hers. “I tried it back when Schoolboy Choir first went big,” he said, the eye contact searing. “I couldn’t get over how many women suddenly wanted me.” A self-deprecating half smile. “I’m hardly a babe magnet.”

“You are hot with a capital
H
,” Thea said, her body more than ready to pounce on his again. “Especially,” she added with a teasing smile, “when you blush.”

He scowled. “Cut that out. I don’t blush.”

Stroking her hand over his thigh and delighting in the private intimacy, she said, “Of course not.”

He leaned in so close that his lips brushed her ear. “As I was saying—I tried it because hell, I was young and it felt good to have women panting for me. I quickly realized it wasn’t me.”

Shrugging, he added, “I’m not saying I’ve been a saint, because I sure as fuck haven’t been, but random sex doesn’t do it for me. I like knowing the woman I’m with.” A nip of her ear that made her jump and thank God management had turned the lights back down after the audience left. “Then I saw you… Baby, when we’re alone, ask me how long I’d been a monk even before the day I asked you out. No one else would do. Only you.”

Heart pounding in her mouth and breasts swelling against her dress since she hadn’t worn a bra, Thea’s hand clenched on his thigh. David reached down to cover it as he turned to say something to Fox on his left. His touch anchored her even as it sent her body into overdrive. The logical, practical part of her said she shouldn’t believe him—he couldn’t have been celibate for long before that day in her office. A man like David, with his sex drive, no way could he abstain.

Except he’d never lied to her yet. Why start now?

“Thea, right?”

She blinked, found Esteban had grabbed the seat next to her after Abe vacated it to go chat to the hostess. “Yes,” she said, nudging her brain cells into some sort of working order. “That was a fantastic show—I can see why David and the others love your work.”

“Thanks. I’m a big Schoolboy Choir fan, so their support means a lot.” His smile was quiet and as soulful as his music. “I wanted to ask your opinion on something.”

Figuring he was about to ask for contacts and not begrudging him the help, she said, “Sure.”

As it was, he had a different kind of question. He’d been handling his publicity himself since he didn’t yet make enough money to hire someone, but things were getting to a point where he couldn’t do that and focus on his music.

“I got this rec from another guy,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a bent card that he straightened out before giving it to Thea. “It’s a PR company that takes on smaller clients—I can just afford them with the ongoing gig at this club plus my bartending job. I wondered if you could tell me whether they’re kosher.”

Thea immediately recognized the name. “They’re fine,” she said, “but pedestrian. This partnership will answer mail for you, handle the phones, upload your videos online, and coordinate interviews if those interviews fall into their laps. But they’re not going to be reaching out to make new opportunities for you.”

Esteban shrugged. “I’m not really into publicity anyway, so I’m good with that.”

Musicians.
Thea turned in her seat. “You might not be into it, but you need it to grow your brand so you can do what you love full-time. When you’re big enough,
then
you can ignore it—like Schoolboy Choir so often does, against their publicist’s express wishes.”

Esteban’s smile deepened at her dry tone. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be that big.”

“I wouldn’t bet on that.” Making a quick but rational decision, she said, “I’ll take you on for a fee you can afford, to be renegotiated as your circumstances change. You’ll be working with one of my younger associates, but I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Esteban stared at her. “Thea, I’m not in your league.”

“You will be. I’m getting in on the ground floor.” Opening her evening clutch, she pulled out a card. “Here. Call this number tomorrow and ask to talk to Jeth. I’ll tell him to expect the call.”

Looking uncomfortable, Esteban blew out a breath. “I didn’t come here to—”

“I know.” Thea hoped he’d retain that personal integrity as his fame grew. “Now, I suggest you have fun tonight, because your life will soon involve more work than you can handle.”

D
avid had been listening to
Thea talk to Esteban with half an ear while he chatted with Fox and one of the owners of the club. And she thought she wasn’t kind. Lot of people in her position, they’d have sent Esteban to the “pedestrian” company, then scooped him up once he started earning some real money.

Whether Thea admitted it or not, she was taking a risk by signing the other musician. David was pulling for him, but there was no guarantee he’d hit it big. Not every musician did, no matter how talented. Luck and timing played a huge part in success. Schoolboy Choir had been knocking on doors and playing small—sometimes miniscule—gigs for a year before they were spotted by a record-company exec with the pull to back a hard-rock band at a time when hard rock wasn’t the “in” genre.

Another day, an exec with less juice, and the band might’ve never gotten radio-play, much less ended up with a triple-platinum debut album.

However, beyond that point, it became a matter of resilience, talent, and determination. A single hit song or album was one thing, a long-term career quite another. David knew Esteban had the grit and the talent to last in this business. But first he had to break through.

Thea’s hand moved on his thigh at that moment, though she was still talking to Esteban. It was the slow, petting stroke of a woman who wasn’t focusing totally on what she was doing but was aware of who she touched. David shifted in his seat as his cock hardened. If he had to get up anytime soon, he wasn’t going to be able to walk.

Much as he hated to stop her, he closed his hand over hers.

She shot him a startled look over her shoulder… and then her cheeks tinged pink under the rich gold of her skin. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

“I’m not.” He’d waited what felt like a lifetime to have Thea pet him that way.

Later that night, she did it again, but this time, they were both naked and she had his cock in her mouth.

“Christ.” Sprawled on his back in bed, with her kneeling between his thighs, her lips painted with a luscious new coat of lipstick, and her beautiful body curved over him as the hot suction of her mouth drove him to insanity, she was his every erotic fantasy come to life.

Grasping fistfuls of her hair in his hands, he couldn’t help thrusting into her mouth. “God, yes. Suck me just like that.”

She didn’t shy at his aggressiveness, licking her tongue along the underside.

“Harder,” he gasped. “Fuck me with your mouth.”

Taking him at his word, she tightened the soft, wet suction and began to move on him in a faster, deeper tempo, his cock glistening as it pushed in and out through the glossy red of her lips.

His eyes rolled back in his head, spine arching.

No, damn it to hell!

He was going to come and she’d barely gotten started. “Thea,” he said in hoarse warning.

Continuing to caress his thighs with her hands, she sucked him as if he was her favorite treat… and looked up to lock her gaze with his.

He came.

Hard enough that he saw stars, his muscles feeling as if they would tear from the rigid tension, his balls drawn up tight against his body. Shuddering, he surrendered to the sexual ecstasy, to her, and when he lifted his heavy lids after it had passed, it was to see her sitting up.

She licked her lips.

“Fuck!” Another shock ripped through him.

Prowling up his body, her hair a tumbled mess and her lips swollen, most of her lipstick gone, she said, “You have a dirty mouth underneath that gentlemanly exterior, David Rivera.” She kissed him, the eroticism blinding. “I like it, especially the dirty things you do to me with that mouth.”

He gathered up the energy to run one hand down her spine and to her butt. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off to the fantasy of sliding my cock between your lips.” Nothing he’d imagined had come close to the blinding pleasure of the real thing.

Rubbing herself against him, all satiny skin and hard nipples, and lower down, an erotic slickness, Thea kissed his jaw, his throat. “Every time you walked into my office after my breakup,” she said, her eyes naked with an intense vulnerability, “I wanted to slip into your arms and have you hold me.”

“
Thea
.” He would’ve given anything to do exactly that; seeing her in pain was like being tortured with thumbscrews.

Her lashes came down and when they rose again, the vulnerability was tempered by mischief. “Later, after the emotional bruises began to fade, I used to fantasize about seducing you against the door, going down on you while I was dressed for work—heels included.”

David’s fingers dug into her left buttock. “You cannot tell me things like that,” he groaned. “I’ve promised you I’ll behave in the office.”

A husky laugh. “It’s your fault. All those buttoned-up shirts and the way you watch me with your gorgeous eyes.” Licking over his nipple, she bit lightly at it. “How am I supposed to resist the temptation?” She began to lick and kiss her way down his ribcage.

Sated though he was, it felt good, really good, to have her caressing him. “I’m being selfish,” he said, still not moving.

Thea ran her nails up his thighs. “You go on being selfish,” she said over his deep-throated groan. “I’m having fun.”

“I love your idea of fun.” In truth, David loved everything about Thea, wanted to shout his devotion from the rooftops—but he wasn’t certain Thea was ready to hear it yet, and he could be patient now that she was his.