Hard As Rock (22 page)

So, of course, I didn’t stop.

“Kaitlyn, seriously – oh my God – oh my God, I’m going to come, Kaitlyn – ”

I kept sucking, my lips running like silk over his thick shaft.

“Kaitlyn!” he cried out, and then I felt his cock spasm and explode between my lips. Hot jets of liquid splashed against the roof of my mouth. I was so turned on, I swallowed them and didn’t even mind. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it.

I had changed considerably over the last week, doing things I would have been totally unwilling to do even a month ago. That’s what heartfelt gratitude from a guy, coupled with a lot of unselfish pleasuring on his part, can do to a girl.

He groaned as I finally withdrew my mouth and licked my lips. “Oh my God, that was amazing… thank you…”

“Oh, you’re not getting off that easily,” I said saucily over my shoulder. “Even though you did.”

Get it? ‘Get off that easily’?

He got the joke. “Very true,” he grinned, then said, “I’d like to reciprocate, but it might be a few minutes before I can get back up to full steam.”

Even though he had lost some of his hardness, he was still mostly erect. I could have taken him inside me.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about,” I said, and turned around so that my front was facing his head instead of his feet.

“What are you talking about, then?” he murmured as he played his fingers up and down my naked body.

“You finishing what you started,” I said seductively, then positioned my thighs directly above his face, and lowered my pussy down onto his mouth.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He started licking my clit as his hands kneaded my ass. I sighed and rocked back and forth, grinding my pussy the tiniest bit into his mouth.

After a few minutes, I felt his arms pushing at my lower back, so I knelt over and put my hands on the floor. He used his hands on my ass to force me closer to his face and began to lick the spot he normally stroked when we OMed, his tongue searching out beneath my hood for that electric point of sugar and sex.

I moaned. The muscles in my thighs began to flutter and the contractions began to build as his tongue swirled over my clit.

As he continued licking me, he would reach up over his head and cup my breasts as they hung full and soft from my chest, tweaking one nipple, then the other, all the while licking me to new heights of gently building pleasure. Then he would let his hands drift back down to my ass and push me harder into his mouth as he alternately sucked on my clit and licked precisely on the spot.

I came over and over – but not like I normally do, with a single climax. Instead it was more like OMing, with rolling waves that overlapped one another, ever-increasing, until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next one began. Not a single climax, but a dozen smaller orgasms, my whole body suffused with bliss and light and love as his tongue brought me up to the brink and beyond it, over and over again.

After awhile he pushed up against my legs, taking his lips away from my thighs. I wondered what was going on, until he scooted his body all the way up underneath me, and I felt a hard, thick, blunt pressure against my wet lips.

“I think somebody’s back up to full steam,” I smiled.

“I think you’re right,” he answered, and grabbed my hips and forced me down on his shaft.

I gasped and started writhing with wild abandon, pulling out to his head and then plunging back down. Fast as I could, hard as I could, using his cock to fill me up completely. He grunted his pleasure as I flailed away like a woman possessed.

After a moment, he rolled me over without ever taking his cock out of me so that my back was in the hay. He began to thrust, and I raised my hips upwards to meet his. We continued like that, feverishly kissing, his cock slamming inside me, the floorboards creaking beneath us, the hay prickly on my back as his hard shaft blissfully pounded into me.

Then he surprised me again by pulling out, flipping me over onto my knees, and drawing my ass back towards him. I felt his cock press against my lips, and he was inside me once more, this time fucking me doggy style.

I cried out in ecstasy as he pounded me, driving me wild, his cock slamming inside me so deep until I was coming again – and this time I felt
him
come, too.

Sweat running down our bodies, we collapsed in the hay, him spooning me from behind. I turned my head over my shoulder and kissed him. We stayed like that for nearly half an hour, with the hazy sunlight all around us and the sound of the pigeons cooing in the background.

Somewhere in the midst of all the sex and lazing about, Shanna called.

“What the fuck, you can’t answer my texts or calls?”

It was true – she had texted me numerous times since Derek’s very public implosion, and called at least twice. During the first couple of weeks, I had been too depressed to answer. During the last couple of weeks, I’d been too busy. Or something like that.

More than that, though, I had been avoiding the conversation I knew was about to occur.

But when I was sitting in the library and my cell phone rang, I knew I didn’t really have an excuse not to answer.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just been… a little crazy,” I apologized.

There was a pause on the other end.
“You don’t sound like you’re depressed over Derek.”

“I’m not.”

There was a longer pause.
“You actually sound pretty happy.”

“…I am.”

No pause at all:
“Did you hook up with somebody new?!”

I groaned and tried to obfuscate. “Why do you just automatically assume that? People aren’t all like
you
, you know. They can be happy without having sex.”

“Did you or did you not hook up with somebody new?!”

Long pause on my end this time.

“…yes.”

“I KNEW IT! You little slut! Okay, we totally have to go have drinks so I can get me a drama fix. I get off at work at 6, we’ll go get hammered and you have to tell me EVERYTHING.”

“I would, but I’m not in New York.”

“Whaaaaa? Where are you, then?”

“…um… South Dakota…?”

“What the HELL?! Did you go off and marry a country boy, you crazy bitch?”

“NO.”

“No to the marrying, or no to the country boy?”

“No to both.”

“Then who the hell is in South Dakota?”

I winced. “…um… Ryan…?”

“OH MY GOD, YOU DIDN’T!”
she shrieked.
“What’re you trying to do, collect the whole set?!”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen!”

“What, it just happened by accident?”

“…kind of…”

“What does THAT mean? You tripped and fell on his dick while he was whacking off?”

“I’m hanging up on you.”

“Not until you tell me why you’re in South Dakota, you’re not.”

“He has a ranch up here.”

“A ranch, huh? Is it a STUD ranch, by any chance?”

“Ha ha,” I said without laughing.

“Stud ranch or not, what the hell are you doing there? Well, I mean, besides getting laid.”

I ignored her. “Ryan knew what was going on between me and Derek, so he invited me up here.”

“Wait – what?! Derek got in a car wreck, and you go and bone the bassist?!”

“NO!” I shouted, then realized something. “Wait – you don’t know about what happened in Vegas, do you?”

“NO, because you never tell me ANYTHING!”

I spent the next fifteen minutes explaining about Vegas, finding the woman in Derek’s hotel room, going back to New York, coming to South Dakota, Derek showing up during the rainstorm, the deal with the Deadwood chief of police, and everything that had happened with Ryan.

“Holy shit… and I thought MY life was complicated.”

“This is serious, Shanna.”

“Yeah, seriously HOT. Damn, Gina, I TOLD you you were hogging all the rock stars.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to!”

“Mm-hmmmm,”
she said, not sounding convinced at all.
“So when are you coming back to New York?”

I sighed unhappily. “In about a week. Ryan’s got to go back to Athens to record with the band.”

“If there’s a band LEFT when he gets there.”

My stomach twisted with guilt. “Don’t start.”

“Seriously, before they break up, get them to write a song about you. Like Eric Clapton did with George Harrison’s wife. Yeah. You can out-Layla
Layla.
”

“Not funny.”

“Not ‘Lola’ – that’s a dude dressed like a chick. You don’t want a song about you like that.”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Seriously, though, Kaitlyn… take care of yourself. I know this is… well, it’s going to be rough.”

I was touched. “Thank you, Shanna.”

“Breaking up a band always is.”

“Shanna!”

“Be sure to get laid as much as possible before he go-goes!”

“That’s a group, not a song.”

“Not the Go-Go’s, dummy – I’m talking about the song by George Michael. I don’t think you have a shot with HIM, he’s gay now. Though the way you’re going, it sounds like you might give it a try anyway, just to rack up some more names.”

“I’m hanging up for real now.”

“Think of me when you’re doing him! Ryan, not George Michael. Especially since you stole him from me freshman year! Shit, you stole EVERYBODY from me freshman year – ”

“Goodbye, Shanna.”

When I hung up on her, she was still laughing.

Shanna’s cracks about breaking up the band might have darkened my mood, but Ryan’s newest work lightened it again. He was happier than I’d ever seen him, and it showed in his music. He would play new songs for me in the studio, and sometimes on the piano or guitar at night. The tunes and melodies were almost sunny, with a sweetness and playfulness I hadn’t heard before in Bigger’s music.

Ugh. Bigger. The band was like a shadow looming over our time together, making every moment bittersweet and the tiniest bit desperate. I pushed it out of my mind every time I thought about it, but I knew that Ryan would have to return to Athens to record, and I would go back to New York City. Even if the band stayed together, our golden summer was coming to an end in a matter of days.

And then came the possibility that maybe it wasn’t.

We were lying in bed after sex one night, twisted and tangled in the sheets, with him stroking my hair.

“Come with me to Athens,” he whispered, completely out of nowhere.

I lifted my head to look at him. “…what?!”

“Come with me back to Athens.”

My heart started pounding in my chest. All I could think of was Shanna’s wisecracks.

That, and Derek standing outside in the rainstorm.

“I can’t…”

Despite the darkness, I could still plainly see the pain on his face.

“Why not?” he asked.

“It’ll break up the band.”

Which was true. It absolutely would.

That might not have been my only reason, but it was a good one.

He chuckled. “No worries, then. We’re
already
broken up.”

I bolted upright into a seated position. “What?! When did – ”

“Relax, relax, I’m just joking,” he soothed me. “But seriously… if Derek’s going to quit, he’s probably already made up his mind, and nothing’s going to change that.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “You don’t know that. And if
I
show up, he’s
definitely
going to quit.”

“I don’t care anymore. If you’re not with me, I don’t want to be in the band.”

I stared at him in utter shock. “Do you even
hear
what you’re saying?!”

“Do you remember what we were talking about before we saw the cougar, that day on the trail?”

I tried to think back, but basically my entire memory stopped at getting thrown off my horse and watching a sleek, golden-haired killing machine eye me as lunch.

“You asked me what I would do if I had all the money I needed,” he continued. “I told you that I already did, and that I would just keep making music in my little home studio. You said I could get other musicians to come in and play with me, which I absolutely could. Killian and Riley would help me out no matter what. So I don’t need Bigger to be happy.”

“You would blow up the band over
me?!”
I asked frantically.

“No… I wouldn’t want to do that to Killian and Riley. So if it came down to me or Derek, I’d probably just quit.”

“You
can’t!”

“Of course I can.”

“No, you can’t – you can’t leave something you love just because of
me!”

“I don’t love being in the band, Kaitlyn. I love
you.
”

I was left utterly speechless.

He caressed my face with his hand. “You don’t have to feel the same way. I’m not expecting you to. I just want you to know that I love you, and that I – ”

“I love you, too,” I whispered.

The words just tumbled out of me. They were true – I knew they were true.

But they still scared the hell out of me.

They couldn’t have made Ryan happier, though. He grinned, sat up in bed next to me, and kissed me passionately.

After enjoying it for awhile, I finally pushed him away. “But I can’t let you break up the band over me.”

“I told you, we’re probably broken up already.”

“You don’t know that!”

“No, but I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m alright with it if it
does
go that way.”

“But you have to give it a chance – ”

“If I have to choose between you and Bigger, I choose you. Period.”

“Nobody’s making you choose!
I’m
not making you choose!”

“I know that. I’ll let Derek decide when he gets back. If he wants me out, then I’ll leave peaceably, and you and I can go do whatever we want. But I want to be with you.”

“You go back to Athens and talk to them. Then, if it’s cool, I’ll come and join you.”