Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series) (19 page)

“Yes, but now I am embarrassed so nobody will be getting a piece of this booty.”

“Come on Mischief, climb in with me and let’s get some sleep. I don’t mind missing out on booty for a night.”

“You’re a charmer Phoenix.”

“I know baby.”

“Hey Trav?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you tell me if you had a secret?”

He flinches, and it worries me.

“Course.”

“Ok.”

He rolls me to my side, and we fall into a deep, quiet sleep. I wake during the night because I can hear Travis talking. I sit up and look down at him; he is mumbling something in his sleep.

“Amber…” He says and my heart thumps.

“Amber, sorry baby…”

Who the fuck is Amber? I stand and rush out of the room, my heart slowly breaking.

~*~*~*~

“Violet, phone!” Chief calls the next morning.

“Go away!” I mumble.

“Girl, I will come in if you don’t get your ass up. It’s Sally, and she said
it’s
urgent.”

I shoot upright. I stand and rush out, gripping the phone from Chief’s hands.

“Sal?”

“I don’t have good news. Jeremy came in this morning; he dropped the case which at first was a good thing. He said he couldn’t be bothered, and it was a waste of his time and money…”

“Well that’s good right?”

“He then said, it would be easier to sort out himself.”

My blood runs cold. “What do you mean?”

“He is dangerous Vi, I have called the police, but they can’t locate him. He had this sick smile on his face; I think you are in serious danger.”

“Ok,” I whisper, “I will deal with it.”

“Please get some protection. Don’t worry about work next week
, just
stay safe.”

“Thank you Sally.”

“Take care.”

I hang up and look over at Chief
, who
is giving me a ‘come on spill’ look.

“Jeremy dropped the case.”

“Well that’s good.”

“He said he is dropping it because it is a waste of his money, and it will be easier to sort out himself.”

His face drops.

“Sally called the police, but she thinks I am in danger.”

“I am going to call the club, get them around here. Violet you stay here, no arguments. I want you under my watch, and the clubs watch.”

“Yes daddy.”

He turns and pulls out his phone, dialling. I turn and see Trav standing at the door.

“Hey, what’s happening?”

“Nothing, I am going for a shower.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You got out of bed last night.”

“I was tired.”

“Mischief what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Travis.” I snap.

“What did I do?”

I turn and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door. Travis is in behind me a few minutes later.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

I spin around. “Who is Amber?”

He freezes. “What?”

“Answer me, who the fuck is Amber?”

Did he just swallow?

“No idea.”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me,” I scream. “You said her name twice last night.”

“I don’t know.”

“You liar!”

“Look, I can’t talk about this right now.”

“Is it your lover?”

“No, I swear to god she is not another woman. I swear on my life.”

His eyes are telling the truth. “Then who Travis?”

“I can’t talk about this now, I will…I swear.”

“Can you get out?”

“Mischief.”

I stare at him as I am shutting the door in his face.

“Don’t break my heart
Trav;
we can’t come back from that.”

I shower and ponder everything he said. He knows who Amber is, but he swears it isn’t another woman. So maybe he is telling the truth. I wonder who she is then? A friend
maybe? I dress and walk into his room, to find him strumming away on his guitar. I sit down beside him, going back to when he taught me how to play. I was thirteen.

“No Mischief, you aren’t listening. You need to put that hand on the other side…” He yells, frustrated.

“Well, it doesn’t feel right.”

“It never does at first!”

“I think you are teaching me wrong.”

“No I am not, you aren’t listening.”

“I am so Travis.”

“No you ain’t!”

“Whatever.” I cry, throwing it on the ground.

“Sit down girl.”

“No!”

“Sit down.”

He yanks me by my arm and pulls me between his legs, so he is behind me. He reaches around and takes my fingers, putting them on the strings. His hands cover mine, and I can feel his body pressed against my back. He moves his fingers, forcing mine to go with them.

“It has to be
flowing;
just let your fingers go, feel the music. Don’t think about it Mischief, just do it.”

He moves out fingers over the strings and then after a moment he moves them off, and I am playing on my own.

“Travis, I am doing it!” I cry.

“Well done, I am so proud of you.”

“I remember when you taught me to play.” I say.

Trav spins around and looks over at me.

“Yeah me too.”

“I’m sorry
Trav;
I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

“No, I would have done the same.”

“I just don’t want secrets.”

“I know, just give me some time ok; I will tell you everything.”

I take his face in my hands and kiss his lips softly. “Ok.”

“Come on, we better go and talk with Chief about this case.”

“Ok.”

We spend the afternoon going over our plan and how we are going to deal with it. Chief decides it’s best to keep me here and to keep me guarded at all times. They would keep a watch in the area to make sure that if he came looking, they would find him. I feel mildly comforted by this, and pray that they get him before he gets me.

“Vi, are you hungry?”

I turn to stare at Trav, who hasn’t left my side.

“No thanks.”

“You need to eat baby.”

“I will soon. Trav, do you think he will get to me?”

“We ain’t going to let him get anywhere near you.”

“Trav?”

“Hmmmm?”

“I am glad you came back, into my life…”

“Me too.”

He sits beside me on the couch and takes my face in his hands.

“I would never do anything to…”

His phone rings. He stares down at it and his face screws up.

“I gotta take this.”

I nod and watch him walk out. He seemed awfully tense by that phone call. I pull out my own phone and text Reagan.

I am in lock down x

Oh no, why?

Jeremy dropped the case and decided he was going to come after me on his own.

Violet! Are you in danger?

I have Chief’s crew looking out for me. What are you doing?

I am hanging with Harley.

Oh la la, do spill.

It’s nothing, we are just friends…

Meow.

Violet!

Come and see me later, I am going to go crazy in this lockdown.

I can’t, have to work x

I hate you right now.

No, you love me. I will come by tomorrow, ok?

Ok Reag’s. I miss you x

I miss you too, I miss your mom as well. How is she?

She is going well, I haven’t told her about Jeremy.

Oh? Do you think that is wise?

I will ring her now boss.

Lol. I love you, behave.

You too. Say hi to Harley for me. Wink Wink.

Bitch.

Hearts and kisses.

I am smiling when I put the phone down; I can’t wait until this shit is over and I can move on with my life the way I want; with Reagan, with Trav and with my family. I hear the sound of rain splattering on the roof and I feel my body instantly become tense. I haven’t felt the rain on my face for years; I can’t bring myself to go out in it, afraid it will start storming.

“Hey…”

I turn and Trav is back in the room, staring down at me.

“Oh hey.”

“Do you trust me baby?”

“Of course.”

“Then come with me.”

He takes my hand and begins leading me outside. I still.

“No Travis.”

“I won’t let you get hurt, I promise you that. There is no storm.”

“It might be close and…”

“If you don’t get over this soon Vi, it is going to eat you up.”

“I am afraid.”

“Being afraid is good, but facing what scares you is better.”

“Please…”

“Come on, just stand in it for a minute. I am going to be with you every step of the way.”

I swallow, and my feet move slowly forward, when we step outside the wind touches my face and the smell of rain invades my nostrils. I haven’t smelt rain for so long and how I have missed i
t. Travis smooths his fingers over
my hand and leads me further out. When we are on the edge of the patio, he brings my fingers to his lips.

“You can do this, I know you can. You gotta let go; an accident happened, but you gotta let go.”

I take the step. When the rain hits my face, I feel so many different emotions. The first is fear, and I instantly recoil, but Travis takes me in his arms and holds me tight. What comes next is relief, pure and utter relief. I am facing it; I am in the rain. Lastly, I feel pure joy; I haven’t felt the rain for so long and oh how I have missed it. Travis slowly lets me go and I raise my face to the sky and relish in the feeling of water dripping down onto my face.

“Atta girl!” Travis grins.

“I am doing it Trav, I am doing it.”

“I am so fucking proud right now.”

He lifts me and swings me around; I squeal and giggle as the rain soaks my skin. We laugh and chase each other. The feeling inside me is a feeling I haven’t felt since I was a child. I don’t know if I could feel the same in a storm, but this step, is a huge step for me. The trembling in my legs is replaced with energy that makes me want to leap and jump.

Travis swings me again, and we tumble onto the ground. He rolls on top of me and brings his lips down on mine. I can taste rain; it has a distinct taste; it’s fresh and natural. Our tongues meet, and our moans carry off with the wind. Travis rakes his fingers through my hair and licks droplets of rain from my cheeks. He looks down at me, his eyes full of pride and love.

“Mischief, I love you. I want you to know I love you.”

I feel my heart stammer, and I reach up to grip his cheek.

“You do?”

“I love you with every part of me. I have loved you since the day I met you and it will never change.”

“I love you too, god so much.”

His lips come down on mine again, and I reach up to stroke his wet hair. He gathers me in his arms, lifting me and carrying me inside. He takes me into his room, and into his shower. He turns the hot water on, then turns to me. He brings his lips down onto my shoulder
;
his tongue swipes out and licks the moisture beading on my skin. I shiver and take hold of his hands, bringing them to my shirt.

He slowly lifts it over my head, leaning down to trail kisses up my stomach as he moves. When he has me naked, he slowly removes his own clothes until we are standing and staring at each other. Desperate, wanting. He grips my hands and walks me into the shower, when the hot water hits my skin I moan and tilt my head back. Travis leans in and slides his tongue over my throat.

“Trav, I want you; I want you so bad.”

He crushes our bodies together and brings his mouth over mine so hard I bite my own lip. I don’t care though; I pull him as deeply into the kiss as I can get him. I want to feel all of him, need to have him inside me. He slides his fingers down my body and then over my nipples. They harden under his touch and he continues rolling them in his thumb and forefinger.

He slides his hand lower then and traces little circles over my hips before sliding his fingers into my sex and stroking. I whimper into his mouth and deepen the kiss; I can feel him pressing against me hard and ready. I want every ounce of him tonight; I need to feel him against me, inside me and around me.

“Trav, no condom. I want all of you.”