Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series) (13 page)

“Just let me tell you, and then you can decide that. You remember how close Lillian and I were? Well we remained that way until three years ago. One day, we were out swimming at a lake, and there were storms around, but it didn’t stop us. Lillian was hesitant; the storm was closing in, and she was hesitant. I teased her, saying what a sook she was and how she didn’t live…She was hurt, and she dived into the water, to
prove me wrong. The lightening hit, I didn’t see it coming…I didn’t even realize she was hurt until…until…”

“Hey, shhh.”

“I saw her head resurface, and it wasn’t attached to her body. It cut her head clean off because it was the only part of her body out of the water. They told me it is because the lightening sends a current along the water top; that cuts like a knife. It was my fault; I picked on her, teased her when she was unsure, and she got in and died because of me.”

I am sobbing now, and Travis has moved around the table to hold me in his arms.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was my fault Trav, and I have learnt to live with that. I became secluded, scared of everything. I stopped
living;
every time I had fun all I could think about was how I taunted her for not living and having fun, so I stopped doing it myself. Like a punishment, or so my shrink said. Anyway, after the accident her brother grew a hate against me. He blamed me, told me it was my fault for changing her and trying to make her rebel against the world like I did. He went a bit crazy; Jeremy was her twin brother and they were close.”

“What happened with him?”

“Well, I saw him one night, out on the town. I was wild by then; it had only been a month and I was drinking myself into a stupor. He beat me so badly I nearly died.”

Travis clenches around me and hisses through his teeth.

“He got charged, and I went into hiding. I didn’t hear from him again…”

“That is why you didn’t want your name in the paper.”

“Yes, but it didn’t work. Trav, he came into the firm the other day, and he is putting a manslaughter case against me, he wants me locked up. He is trying to claim that I forced her into that water and killed her.”

“He what?” Travis’s voice is icy.

“He came back.”

“You didn’t tell me.” He snaps, glaring at me.

“I didn’t know how.”

“Give me all the details on that
case;
I am going to fight this for you.”

“How Trav? You can’t have the resources to do that.”

“I will get the resources. I know good lawyers.”

“Sally had to take on his case, she wants to so she can keep him close. She is worried for me.”

“That’s a conflict of interest Violet, and it will have to stop.”

I sigh. “I know. I am scared Trav.”

“From now on, I am putting security with you wherever you go. That creep isn’t getting anywhere near you.”

“That’s not what I want!” I cry.

He grips my chin. “Violet, don’t fight me on this because you WILL lose.”

“Trav.”

He kisses me.

“Your life, you, it has all become so much to me. My world changed when you came into it Violet, and I won’t lose you.”

His words burrow right into my soul. What can I say? Nothing. I simply step forward and lean into his chest.

CHAPTER 10

“Mom, I am staying a
t
Reagan’s tonight and tomorrow night.” I yell out from my room as I pack.

“Alright baby, have you spoken to your father and told him you won’t be coming?”

“I will drop by on my way to Reagan’s.”

She comes into my room and leans her hip against the door.

“He has been very kind to me since I slapped him a million times.”

“It wasn’t his fault Momma, that man was crazy.”

“And that is the world he is
in;
bad people go after his family to get back at him. It worries me honey.”

“I know mom, but what will you have me do? I can’t just get rid of him and pretend he isn’t my father.”

She sighs. “I know that angel, I know. Look, just be careful. Carry that gun he gave you, please.”

I laugh. “Be careful but carry a gun.”

“Just looking out for you honey.”

“Alright Momma, I love you and I will call over the weekend.”

“Alright baby.”

I finish packing and then drive over to daddy’s to let him know I won’t be there at all this weekend. The house is quiet, but the garage lights are on so I walk in. What I see reminds me hard and fast about the world
Chief
lives in. A man, I don’t know who, I strung up with a hook in his back. His mouth is gagged, and he is being tortured in ways I do not wish to explain. I feel bile rise in my throat. Chief sees me and his eyes widen, he snaps his fingers and the torturing stops instantly. I turn and rush out.

“Hey Mischief, wait…”

He grips my arm when I reach my car and spins me around.

“Daddy what were you doing in there?” I cry, covering my face with my hands.

“He has information about Demon, I am sorry you had to see that baby, but you know it’s what we do.”

“And you judge me about people I want to see!” I scream. “When you are a monster yourself!”

“That’s exactly why,” He bellows. “Because I fuckin know what can happen to you.”

“I am going, I came to say I wouldn’t be here this weekend, and I am glad I did now.”

“Mischief, don’t you fucking walk away while I am talking with you.”

“Back off!”

I get in the car and slam the door, hitting the accelerator hard and fast. I cry all the way to Reagan’s house, and after telling her what happened, she sits with me while I cry. God, what the hell kind of shit do I live in?

~*~*~*~*

“Holy sweet lord, check this plane!” I cry, leaping up and down next to Reagan.

Travis laughs at us, and so do his band members. The only one who isn’t laughing is the snot nosed receptionist.

“Why did she come again?” I ask Trav, glaring at her.

“She is seeing Marcus, though I am fairly sure it is a ploy to get to me. He wanted to bring her.”

“She better watch her back.” I snap.

He laughs and shoves me down onto the seat. “Behave my little ball of fury.”

I giggle and slide onto the large leather seat, sighing. Reagan plops down beside me and pulls me close.

“Who is the hotty staring at Trav?”

I glare at her. “Hotty?”

“She is a hotty, you are much more so though. So spill…”

“His receptionist, she is mad about him.”

“Well that isn’t half obvious!”

I laugh. “Her name is Janice.”

“Janice has stalker tendencies.”

“I hope you two are behaving.” Trav says as he walks past, giving me a wicked grin.

“Yes boss, we are.”

He laughs and disappears down the back.

“I can’t get enough of him, you are going to have to live with the fact that I am crazy about your boyfriend, and I have wicked sex dreams about him.”

I shove her with a retarded sounding giggle.

“I can help with those dreams, I could give you just a touch of an idea what he is like in bed.”

“Do tell, I need some more visuals.”

“Well, he has this, god this body and his…you know is huge. He loves it rough, he loves it slow, and he loves to kiss everything.”

I hear a gasp behind me and Janice stands, storming down the back of the plane. Reagan and I burst out laughing, and she shoves me.

“Keep going, I must know more…”

“Yes, please do.”

I spin around to see Trav leaning against the seat behind us grinning. My cheeks flame and Reagan sputters her drink.

“Can we have a little word angel?”

I grin up at him and stand; I follow him down into the back room of the plane. It is tiny, but enough for two people to sit, just. He shuts the door behind him and then slams me against the wall.

“You ought to be careful talking about me like that.”

“W-Why?” I whisper.

“Coz it makes me crazy hard.”

He thrusts his hips against my pelvis, and I groan.

“There’s no room.”

“We make room.”

He grips my hips and spins me around, shoving the front of my body into a small gap. My bottom is the only thing hanging out. Travis grips my dress and slowly inches it up, leaning down to kiss my backside as he does.

“You are beautiful here.”

I practically purr.

He slides my panties down, kissing right down my legs. When he is free of his pants, I hear the crackling of a condom packet, then he is inside me so deep and beautiful. I grip my arms; I am so squashed in this space but nothing matters. His hand touches the top of my neck and slowly drags down my back, causing me to shiver. He thrusts his hips, not hard because he doesn’t have the room, but that’s ok because I don’t mind it slow like this.

“Travis, I need you, need you so bad.” I whimper in ecstasy.

“God baby, you…”

A knock sounds on the door.

“Trav?”

It’s Marcus.

“Marcus fuck off man.”

“Are you getting laid in there?” He yells out so loudly the whole plane would have undoubtedly heard.

“Dude! Fuck off!”

“Travis is getting laid in the fucking closet! Woooo!”

I flush and groan. “Oh my god.”

“Baby I can’t stop.”

“Don’t…don’t stop.”

He slides in and out faster as if he doesn’t care if anyone can hear. I am building higher and higher; Trav reaches down to stroke my clit, slowly thumbing it until I explode around him. I shudder and cry out as my orgasm racks me. Travis isn’t far behind, and he grates out my name as he pumps his seed into me over and over. When he pulls out and gets me standing straight, I am a little dizzy.

“You dizzy?”

“A little.”

“Come on, it’s stuffy in here.”

He does up his pants and ties the condom, then helps me with my panties. When we are straightened up, we come out and everyone cheers. I feel my cheeks blazing as they all clap and pat Trav on the back. He laughs, like he always does, and helps me back to my seat. We all sit chatting for the hours that the flight takes. At one point, the boys pull out their guitars. I notice that Reagan is cozying up against Harley. I give her a wink; he is uber hot.

“What would the lovely ladies like us to sing?”

“Sweet home Alabama.” I cry out, slightly under the weather from all the cocktails the air hostess has been feeding me.

“Anything for my lady.”

I notice Janice glower. In your face psycho. The men begin playing, and me and Reagan sing along at the top of our lungs.

“Big wheels keep on turning…”

When the boys join in, I conclude that we all sound super wicked singing together.

“Take it away Vi.” Trav sings, strumming his guitar and winking at me.

“Sweet home Alabama…” I sing, while he strums the chords.

By the time the song is over, we are all laughing.

“You should join the band!” Harley laughs. “You rock!”

“I know right?” I grin.

“My girl rocks!” Trav grins, kissing me quickly.

“Sing me something
rockstar;
blow my heart strings to pieces.”

He winks at me, and begins strumming lightly on his guitar. When he starts singing the song he sang me on the beach that night, he really does blow my heart strings to pieces. It was beautiful then, but with the music it has the whole plane going silent and staring in awe. It takes you to another moment, another place; you forget who is around when Travis sings like that.

“Give me love like her, coz lately I’ve been waking up alone…”

I stare into his eyes as he sings, and it is at that exact moment I realize I am totally in love with Travis Phoenix. I have been falling hard and fast, and I couldn’t be happier. His eyes and his gaze tell me he is far ahead of me and that I have trapped his heart, his soul, and I could break him as quickly as I gained him. When the song is over, everyone is silent and are staring at the eye contact Travis, and I didn’t even realize we were making. The look passing between us is enough to melt most people on the spot.

Reagan clears her throat, and I spin around to stare at her, blinking to clear my gaze. It feels as though it has gone hazy, am I crying? I stand, mumbling an apology before dashing into the bathroom. Thank god it’s a little larger than a normal plane. I stare at myself in the mirror, what is happening here? I am falling hard and fast for Travis, and I am still not sure if that’s the right thing. Reagan knocks on the door a moment later, and I let her in.