Rock Dirty (Rock Candy #2) (21 page)

“But I’m—”

“Getting the help you need, and I’ll be with you every step of the way. That’s all you need to remember,” he said. “Now, do you want me to make love to you or do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Hmm, is there really a difference?” I purred, since I’d be happy to do anything he suggested.

“I just want to do whatever you need. I can make you scream or I can hold you tight,” he said, cupping my rear, squeezing the mound of my ass.

Shifting away, I slipped out of my nightgown and underwear until I was naked before him. Then I straddled him, reaching down to unzip his pants. His cock was already hard and ready beneath my hands. “Maybe a bit of both,” I said. “Maybe that’s what we are, learning to be stable but also wild at the same time.”

He grinned and settled beneath me as I started grinding against him, bringing out my inner cowgirl.

“Well, I am one of the most wanted rockers on Earth. I can’t get too tame on you, baby.”

“I wouldn’t want that,” I added, letting myself slide inch by inch over him, and I grinned as he moaned and wriggled beneath me. Yes, let me torture him just little by little.

There was something to be said for going slow once in a while.

Finally, I lowered myself until I was sheathed over him, down to his balls. Reaching up, I pushed his undershirt up to his shoulders. “I think we can still be wild in some ways, and I wouldn’t want to live any other way.”

Leaning down, I licked at his nipple, my tongue flicking back and forth quickly over the peaked nub. “I’m so glad you followed me to Paris.”

“Oh, so you figured that much out,” he gasped, even as my tongue reacquainted itself with the ridges of his abs and the sweet sweat over his skin.

“Definitely, but I’m flattered and it worked out,” I added.

But then there was no room for talking. The only thing left was to make love. I started pistoning up and down above him, and, soon enough, Tucker grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me. He was buried deep inside of me, his cock hitting deftly against my most sensitive bundle of nerves. I whimpered as he pounded deeper, and as my nerves began to thrum and sing with energy. I felt as if I was plummeting down a waterfall, feeling everything weightlessly spill away from me. My own tongue was working at a furious pace, flicking and licking all over his torso.

My legs tightened around his hips even as my eyes rolled back in my head, and the tsunami of pleasure kept pouring over me. This was everything I’d ever wanted, every connection and hope and dream I’d ever prayed for, and it was happening right now. Lifting my head up, I stared into his eyes, seeing the same look of ecstasy reflected back to me. I came then, feeling everything I’d ever held onto set free, relaxation and completion spreading over me as I fell forward and onto his chest.

He tightened his arms around me and shook with his own release. Then, still breathing heavily, he said, “I can’t wait for us to set the world on fire. Together, Nikki.”

“Together,” I echoed.

EPILOGUE

Tucker

The lights came up, and I started to run my hands over the keys of the piano. Drums had always been my thing, but as I’d worked with Abby and Liam to perfect Nikki’s ballad, I’d wanted to be responsible for more than the back beat. So I’d learned some piano. It wasn’t like I was going to be playing at Carnegie Hall any time soon, but it was a new skill—one I’d learned for Nik but also for myself.

To be a better musician.

And a better man.

Nikki made me want to be better period. I still loved to have fun, that hadn’t changed, but I was no longer the Tucker Benning who’d arrived in Paris over a year ago. I didn’t miss drinking or snorting whatever was available on a table. And as for the groupies? None of the wild experiences I’d had before held a candle to the connection and sheer pleasure I felt when Nikki was in my arms.

So as my fingers traveled over the keys, playing out a haunting melody, which Abby was matching expertly on the cello, I let my feelings out and hoped that the new song I’d composed for Nikki would mean as much to her as it did to me.

They say you’re broken,

But I know you’re more.

They say you’re trouble,

But I’ll know you’ll soar.

They told me not to bother,

But they don’t know my soul.

Forget trouble with your mother,

Now you’re out on your own.

You’re scared all the time,

But I know you wouldn’t be.

If only you could understand,

All the things about you I see.

You’re the diamond in the night sky,

The roar of the ocean too.

You’re the woman I love,

And there’s no one else but you.

I started playing the bridge, concentrating hard on my hands. I had practiced this song hundreds of times and even played it on our newest album. We could have ordered a studio musician for it, but I’d rejected that idea from the start. Nikki needed to know how sincere I was. How important she was to me. But that knowledge didn’t make me any less nervous as I kept playing, sure I’d mess up, hit a flat note and ruin the ballad for all of us. Finally, the instrumental part was done after another flourish from Abby on back up. I was able to finish out the chorus then, twice more, promising with all my heart that there’d never be another woman besides Nikki.

After all, if you’d had the best, then what was the point of anyone else?

There was no one out there like her, and with the help of her therapist, she was finally beginning to understand and value her own worth. Nik hadn’t so much as emailed her mother in a year. Part of me was glad. Nikki needed her time. We needed our time. But someday I hoped her mom would come around. That she’d realize how special and talented her daughter was.

It was something the rest of the world already knew.

Nikki’s shoes were a wild success, most especially her men’s line? However, she’d kept a few of her styles exclusive for Point Break. As a nice bonus, any band that toured as our warm-up act was allowed to have some basic biker boots. Sometimes we joked that our opening acts wanted Nikki’s boots more than they actually wanted the thrill of playing with Point Break.

Fuck, yeah. My girl was a star and if she shined brighter than me, I was all for it. I loved her, and I needed her as much as she needed me. As I made my way backstage to meet her, I just hoped she’d liked the song.

I knew I had nothing to worry about the second I saw her.

She broke into a wide grin when I stepped off the stage and then rushed out to hug me. I swept her up in my arms and spun her around, planting my nose in her shock of auburn hair. She was as gorgeous as she’d ever been and was wearing a tight, black leather dress. Even as she was getting healthier, that didn’t mean she’d retired her wild side completely. She still looked amazing in leather. Hell, there should be a goddamn law somewhere that decreed all she could wear was leather, if she was going to wear anything at all.

“I loved your song,” she said, pulling back and grinning up at me.

I narrowed my eyes. Her eyes looked a little red and shiny, like she’d been crying. But at the same time, her love for me blazed bright, and she was even wearing the same mischievous smile that had been playing on her lips when she’d first led me into the bathroom at the airport.

But, surprisingly, I found myself still needing some reassurance…

“Are you sure? I think maybe my piano solo is a bit too long.”

“It’s not. It…it…”

“What?”

“It made me quiver. Every second of it.”

“Then, princess,” I said, and I couldn’t keep myself from smirking. “I don’t think it’s long enough. Because you know that’s what I live for. Making you quiver for me.” I pulled her more tightly into my arms and kissed her, tasting the mint and soda on her breath. It was delightfully sweet. “In fact,” I added, smirking back at her. “I was thinking I’d like to witness this quivering for myself. Against myself.”

“Why Tucker Benning. You’re such a naughty boy.”

“Always with you, Nikki. But only in the best ways possible.”

* * *

It took a little longer than I would have liked to get Nikki alone. Out of necessity, I changed out of my stage clothes into just jeans and a t-shirt and shoved a cap over my hair as well as sunglasses on my eyes. Considering everyone was rushing to the cabs or for a last shot at t-shirts, we slipped easily past the crowd and into a back office.

“Now this is unexpected,” she said, leaning against one of the large desks there.

It was the real deal, something out of mahogany or chestnut. I guess whoever worked here was into the old crap over Ikea. Hey, whatever floats your boat.

“What do you want?” I asked, leaning against her. “I can do anything you’d like.”

She laughed, something deep and throaty that made my dick so rigid that I almost couldn’t stand it. Nikki had that way about her, that same commanding presence that just begged to be answered. When she poured on the seductive vibes, I couldn’t help but answer her back.

“I want to be wild tonight, Tucker.”

“So it’s okay without the candles and the mood music?” I said, referring back to an extremely romantic anniversary dinner I’d arranged just last month in Paris.

Nik smirked back at me and used her hand to sweep off all the papers. I followed suit by carefully moving the computer monitor and keyboard somewhere else. I wasn’t about to start tossing electronics everywhere, but I was like Nikki. I didn’t have the patience to move every bit of crap off the desk. If I damaged something minor, they could put it on my tab.

She continued staring at me, her eyes hungry and almost feral. Nik had always been skilled at shimmying out of the dresses she wore, and things were no different tonight. In a few, fluid movements, she had her dress off and was splayed out on top of the desk with her hands and knees supporting her.

Licking my lips, I reached out and traced my palm over the supple alabaster curves of her ass. “May I?” I asked.

She nodded, and I slapped hard against the skin there, watching as a delicious red hand print welled up on her ass. “You can take me however you want.”

My cock jerked as I undid my jeans. I positioned myself behind her, ready to take her from behind. It was probably one of our least common positions, not because we didn’t love it, but because we simply loved fucking against a wall with Nikki’s flexible little legs wrapped around me.

Now, however, I relished how easily my hard bare cock slid into her. She was on the pill, and we’d stopped using condoms six months ago. I moaned as I felt her warmth and the tightness around me. Sliding my fingers between her legs, I found her clit, pressing my thumb hard up against it, stroking in tight circles even as I pumped into her. As I watched, her breasts bobbed up and down with every movement, every thrust I gave her. I worked at her most sensitive spot, my thumb moving in a circle and my other fingers tapping and twisting.

She shuddered against me and my hand was wet, slicked with her juices, even as the heat of her and those tight muscles felt like they were massaging my dick as I continued thrusting against her.

She came first, shaking like an explosion of fireworks rushed over her entire body. Heat bombarded every inch of me, and I pushed forward again, my balls tight against the curve of her rear even as my fingers teased her, leaving Nik screaming for more.

Until I was the one shouting with the pleasure of my release.

Spent, I pressed against her until we could both catch our breath. Finally, I slid out of her and pulled her close to my chest. My hands went to work smoothing her flaming red hair back from her forehead and her face. “I love you, Nik.”

“I think I’m starting to believe that,” she said.

“Good,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Because a year or a decade from now, I’ll be right here.” I worked to emphasize my point by placing my hand flat on her belly. “And someday, I want to start a family with you.”

“Me too,” she said, snuggling into me. “Me too. I can’t wait for tomorrow, Tucker, and everything it might bring. I hope…I hope it’ll bring more love songs too?”

I laughed and kissed her once more, our tongues dancing in a rhythm all their own before I pulled back. “I can guarantee it, princess. Today, tomorrow, and always.”

—The End—

Thank you for reading Rock Dirty

If you enjoyed spending time with these characters, be sure to check out Corbin’s story in
Rock Wild
, Book Three in the Rock Candy Series.

In addition, check out Garrick’s story,
Say It Sexy
, Book 1 in the Say You Love Me Series
, a spin-off series of
Rock Candy
.

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