Surrender to Me (8 page)

Lucas

I storm into the office and see Mike sitting down looking comfortable.  “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came to see how you are, Lucas.  I’m concerned that you’re getting in over your head with this girl.  You barely know her but you invited her on the biggest tour you’ve ever done,
and
you’re having her stay in your house!”

It’s pissing me off that he thinks he has any right to voice his opinion on what I do with my personal life.  “Listen, I told you earlier that I don’t care what you, Samantha, or the label thinks.  I will do whatever the
fuck
I want to and
none
of you get a say in that.  I don’t care
what
your opinion is of her because you don’t know
shit
about her.”

“And you
do
?  You have known her for a
week,
Lucas!”

“Get the fuck out now, Mike!  I’m warning you to drop this issue or you
will
regret it.”

He gets up and leaves without another word, which is smart on his part.  When I make it up to the bedroom, I hear the shower running and have to fight the urge to slip in there with her.  I know at this point, Becca will probably give in if I push her enough, but I don’t want to push her.  I want her to surrender herself to me willingly and I can’t wait for that to happen.

I’m about to sit on the bed when I hear what sounds like the radio coming from the bathroom.  I push the door open, hating that I chose the frosted glass for the shower doors instead of the regular, because all I can see is the outline of Becca, and it’s taking my breath away.  I now realize that what I heard isn’t the radio; it’s Becca singing and she’s singing one of my songs.  Her voice is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

The shower shuts off and I see her drying off with the towel while she continues singing my song.  When she opens the door, she jumps, not expecting to see me standing there.  I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hold onto the very little self control that I have left.  “Your voice is beautiful; why haven’t I ever heard you sing before?”

She looks shocked and somewhat embarrassed.  My eyes can’t help but follow the droplets of water that are falling from her head, trailing down her chest and finally disappearing beneath the towel. 

“I um…I don’t really sing in front of anyone.”

I see her eyes dart to the counter where she has a set of pajamas laid out.  “You brought your own pajamas this time?”

“Yeah, I figured I would need something to sleep in this summer.”

I stalk over to her, no longer able to hold back the urge to touch her.  I drop my head and lick the few drops of water that still linger on her top lip.  She gasps, giving me the opening I’m looking for.  I slip my tongue into her mouth, pulling her so close to me that I can feel how fast her heart is beating.  When I pull away I can see in her eyes that she wants me, but until she tells me it’s okay, I’ll wait.  I want her to have no regrets, especially about us.  “I liked seeing you in my clothes; it reinforced the fact that you’re mine.  If I go get you a shirt and shorts will you wear them?”

She nods her head and I walk back into the bedroom and get her a set of clothes.  I bring them back into the bathroom, put them on the counter and smile at the fact that she’s still standing exactly where I had left her.  I love that I have this effect on her.  I walk to the bed, lie down and close my eyes until I feel the mattress dip next to me.  Becca slips under the sheets then seems to debate whether or not to make her way over to me.  She finally makes up her mind and ends up sliding over next to me and curling up against my side.

I never understood how good it feels to have someone to sleep next to and just be there for you every night.  I always saw relationships as a roadblock; something that would hold me back from what I wanted to do.  What I have with her, though, I can tell it’s going to be so much more than that.

“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“I have a meeting with my manager, agent, publicist and a bunch of other people in the morning, but then I’m going to go to the recording studio to start the new album. Do you want to come and listen?”

“Really?”

I laugh because she seems so shocked that I want her around.  “Yes, really.  I didn’t invite you here to keep you hidden away in a dungeon as my sex slave.”  She lifts her head to look at me, and even though it’s dark, I can see the shock on her face.  “Unless that’s what you want; I can
so
have them build a dungeon in here ASAP.”

She smacks my chest, laughs and lays back down.  “I’d love to go watch you record.  Are you sure I won’t be in the way, though?”

I’m running my hand up and down her back, forcing myself to stop just before I get to her ass.  I want her so badly right now that my dick hurts, but I know if I give her time it will happen soon.  Or at least I hope it will.  “No, babe, you’ll never be in the way. I asked you to come with me so that we can spend time together and give us a shot.  I’m going to keep you with me as much as humanly possible.”

Not only that, but since Jackson is touring with me, I need to make sure he keeps his distance, too.

Chapter Six

Rebecca

When I wake up it takes me a minute to realize where I am.  I sit up and realize that Luke isn’t in bed anymore, either.  I pick up my phone to see what time it is only to see a note on it.

You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you up.  I had to go to my meeting but I will meet you at the studio at 11.  I left my truck in the garage and the keys on the table downstairs for you.  I’ll text you the address to the studio so that you can put it in the GPS.  See you soon, beautiful.

Luke

I’m smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt.  I don’t know how in the world I got so lucky to have someone like him care about me, but I’m so thankful for it.  The clock on my phone tells me it’s almost ten and I see I have a text from Luke.

Luke: Hey, they usually keep the AC on pretty high in the studio, if you want to, you can grab a hoodie out of my drawer.

I don’t know how long it will take me to get to the studio and how bad traffic might be so I decide to get dressed and head over now.  When I pull up to the studio parking lot it’s a little before 11.  I’m just about to get out of the truck when my phone dings.

Luke: Hey babe, my meeting is running long.  I may be a little late.

Me: Okay I’ll see you when you get here.

Now what am I going to do?
  I might as well call to check in with Jen while Luke isn’t around and can’t hear her screaming.  I’m just about to call her when someone knocks on the window.  It scares me so much that I let out a yelp and jump, almost hitting my head on the roof.

When I look out the window, I see Jackson standing there with a smirk on his face.  Great, I just made myself look like a complete idiot.  I roll the window down, the whole time wondering what the heck he might want.

“Hey, I was just grabbing a coffee on my break when I saw you sitting out here.  You need help getting into the building?”

“No, I’m meeting Luke here but he’s running a little late.”

He smiles again and I’m not sure whether it’s a good smile or if he’s up to something.  “Do you want to come in?  There’s no reason to sit out here and bake in this hot car.”

Is going in there with him a good idea?  I remember the last time Luke saw me talking to Jackson he got all macho alpha man.  What will he do if I’m hanging out with him?  On the other hand, it
is
really hot out here, and I’m an adult who can handle myself.  “Okay, sure.”

I follow Jackson into the building, dodging him when he tries to reach for my hand.  We take the elevator to the fourth floor and walk into the recording studio.  It’s so surreal being in one of these; I’ve only ever seen them in magazines and on TV.  He holds out a pen to me.  “I just need you to sign this.  It’s just an agreement saying you won’t go to the press about the new music or anything else that goes on with the acts.  I heard you were coming on tour, so you will have to sign it for Lucas, anyway.  Since you’re gonna be in here while I’m recording, though, I have to give it to you.”

I take the pen and sign my name.  “When is your album coming out?”

“We’re shooting for Christmas.”  I’m pretty sure that’s when Luke said they want to release his album as well.  I start to wonder if he was right about Jackson trying to sabotage him.  “Hey Joe, I’m back.  Where do you want to pick up?”

I turn around to see a middle-aged guy sitting at the soundboard.  I hadn’t noticed him there before.  “Well, we were supposed to be working on the new song ‘Just Another Heartbreak’, but the new girl they were sending never showed up.”

Jackson looks pissed.  “That’s such bullshit; this is why I didn’t want to work with a no name.  I need to get at least my part down before we leave tomorrow.”

“Sorry Kid.”

Just then he turns to me and smiles. 
This is going to be bad.
  “Becca, is there any way that you can stand in for the other girl I’m supposed to sing with?  I heard you singing at the concert, so I know you have a great voice.  We won’t actually use your voice, but I need to be able to have someone to sing with because it’s a duet.”

“Jackson, I don’t…”

“Please?  If I don’t get it done today it could push back my release by almost a month.”

What the hell am I supposed to say?
  I feel horrible that he’s in this position, but Luke will be so pissed if he walks in and see us even hanging out together, much less me singing with him.  I don’t see what the big deal is, though; he needs to be able to trust me.  If they aren’t really going to use my voice then it shouldn’t be an issue.  “Okay, but just this once.”

Jackson gives me a hug.  “Thank you so much!”  I slowly unwrap myself from him.  “I won’t even mention that you did this for me to Luke; I know that he can get jealous.”  That doesn’t sound good; I don’t want to keep anything from him.

Jackson grabs my hand and leads me into the booth.  I put my set of headphones on and sit down at one of the stools in front of a microphone.  As I’m reading the lyrics, I see that the song is about a couple who’s been hurt so many times that they look at every relationship as just another heartbreak; until they find each other.

We go back and forth and must have sung the whole song at least ten times.   I keep looking at the clock, hoping we’ll be done before Luke gets here.  Joe’s voice soon filters through the booth letting us know he has what he needs.

Jackson walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.  “Thanks so much.”

I quickly push him off of me.  “Jackson, I don’t mind helping you out, but you need to start keeping your hands to yourself and start respecting my boundaries.  Luke and I are together, and whether you two get along or not, you need to respect that.”  I get up off the stool, grab my bag and walk out of the studio.

I’m just about to take the elevator back down to wait in the lobby when the doors open and Luke is standing right in front of me.  He looks so pissed off that I almost want to go hide behind something.  “Hey, are you ok?”

“Yeah, I just need to let off some steam.”

He walks past me and down the hall without another word.  I stand there wondering if I should follow him or just go back to the house.  Can he really be that pissed off that I helped Jackson out?

When Luke reaches one of the doors and opens it, he looks behind him as if he expects me to be there.  He looks down toward me seemingly confused.  “You coming, Becca?”  I want to tell him no because he’s acting like an ass.  “Please?”

I guess I can at least go talk to him and see what the hell he’s so upset about.  I walk toward him, feeling his eyes on me the entire time; he’s making me really nervous.  When I reach him he grabs my hand and pulls me into the studio.  Before the door can even close all the way he’s on me.  He pushes me back against the wall, his hands immediately finding my hips, which seem to be his favorite spot.

His mouth crushes mine, almost feeling like he’s going to devour me whole.  His kiss has an urgency and need in it that sets my veins on fire.  We had passion before when we kissed, but it was
nothing
like this.  This was animalistic, unapologetic and completely overwhelming.  I run my hands up his chest, gripping his t-shirt because I need something to hold onto.  My knees start to buckle and I feel like I’ll melt into him at any moment.  I move my hands around his neck and lace them through his hair, giving him a little tug as I do it.

Luke lets out a throaty moan that in the heat of the moment sounds like a growl.  He lifts me off the ground by my hips and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist.  I can feel how much he wants me and I know that if he initiates it now, public place or not, it’s gonna happen.  Is this what I really want, though?  Do I want my first time to be in a recording studio while I’m braced up against a wall?  The part of my mind that Jen told me I didn’t listen to enough is screaming ‘YES!’  Then there is the other part of me that knows I’ll regret it, and possibly even resent him for it.

I don’t know how, but I think Luke senses that things are going too far.  He pulls his mouth back a little so that we’re no longer connected, and rests his forehead against mine.  “Fuck Becca, you’re so amazing.”  He leans in and presses another quick kiss to my lips.  “I’m sorry if I took it too far.  I needed that, though.”

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?