Rock Hard Envy - Part 2 (12 page)

I lifted my head and looked at James. His words solidified my own feelings, gave them a voice. “I love you too, James,” I replied. I felt a rush of emotion well up and I began to cry. James smiled at me, stroked my cheek and then offered up one more satisfying surprise.

“You’re everything to me. I can’t live without you. I want you to come live with me,” James announced. I rose up, folding my arms across his chest and wiped away my tears. I had resisted moving in with James at first, but I had come to regard his home as mine. Now, James asked me again and I had no reservations this time. I wanted nothing more in this world.

“Yes! I’ll move in as soon as we get back,” I replied excitedly. I was so over going slow with James. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. In retrospect, I never had anything to be afraid of where Sylvia was concerned. I was so envious of her and the relationship she had with James. But James had left her behind and now he had chosen me. She never posed a real threat to James and me. It was my envy and self-doubt that could have destroyed what James and I had together. I wasn’t going to let that happen again.

“I might even let you drive the truck to go get your stuff,” James joked. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I assumed you were going to go get it for me,” I retorted playfully.

“Oh, well I’ll pay someone to do it then,”
James replied. I laughed and laid my head down on his chest. I traced the tattoos on his arms and then suddenly I looked up.

“What do all these mean? They’re very cool,” I said and I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth. There was a time not so long ago when I would avoid a man with tattoos. I thought they were utterly pointless and even unattractive. James was definitely wearing off on me.

“They aren’t anything cryptic. Honestly, most of it is just stuff I liked. This one over here is in memory of my friend, Steven, that died. That’s his guitar in my steakhouse. These are for my mom and dad. Other than that, when I saw a cool design, I got it inked,” James said. I knew they meant more than that, even if James didn’t. I could see the story of his life, as if I was reading a book, laid out in his body. It was subtle, but it was there and I wanted to know all I could.

“When do I get to meet your mom and dad?” I asked. I knew they still lived in Palmdale over the hills to the north of Los Angeles. James had talked about them but I hadn’t met them yet.

“Whoa, I don’t want to move too fast, little girl. That’s some pretty serious shit,” James said mockingly and I looked at him flatly.

“Very funny, Mr. Turner.
We should go see them before you go on tour. They probably miss you,” I said sounding a little motherly myself. It was a little strange talking about his parents laying there naked after what we’d just done.

“Yes, dear.
We’ll drive up next week,” James teased. I tugged on his beard and glared at him, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

“If you call me a nag, I’m going to kick you in the shin again,” I said and we both laughed. I laid my head back on James’ chest and we stayed there for a long time but neither of us was ready to sleep. We decided to go down to the beach, naked, and enjoy the night. We weren’t supposed to be nude, but whatever. It was nice and who was going to tell James Turner no? I couldn’t.

We ended up playing in the surf before we lay on the sand next to one another. The moon was up and bathed the water and the white sand in a pale light. I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was. Sure, I was in love with a rock star but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if James was a policeman, a scientist or a mechanic, though none of those sounded quite right. I loved him for who he was inside, though the fact he was a rock star was pretty cool too.

We lounged there on the beach for over an hour, talking now and then but mostly just soaking up our surroundings and each other. We finally rinsed off in the ocean and went to bed.
Cabo was fun, but I couldn’t wait to go home. My new home. However, I had no idea what was waiting for James and me once we returned. If I did, I might have stayed in Mexico.

~~~

Sunday night we arrived back in Los Angeles. We spent Sunday in Cabo with the band lounging at the resort and decompressing from the show. I’d barely walked in the front door of my new home when I turned my phone on and there were several messages waiting. It had been off since we left for Mexico to avoid the charges and prevent anyone from disturbing me. All the messages were from my mom. I called her back without even listening to them fearing something might be wrong.

“Finally.
I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since Friday. Is it true?” my mom asked frantically.

“Is what true, mom?” I asked.

“That you’re a lesbian?” my mom asked. I didn’t know what to say to that. Where would she have gotten that idea?

“What are you talking about?” I asked. James wandered over wondering what all the fuss was
about.

“Haven’t you seen the tabloids? You’re all over the front pages. I knew that musician you’re seeing would mean trouble,” she said. She knew I was seeing James and refused to call him by name, calling him “that musician” instead.

“Mom, I’ve been in Mexico. What do they say?” I asked and put my mom on speaker so James could hear.

“There are pictures of you and some black girl kissing in a club. They claim you’re a lesbian and she’s your lover,” my mom told us.

“It’s not true mom. I’ve got to go and see for myself. I’ll call you later,” I said and hung up. I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture or my mom’s hysterics. She was already concerned that I was dating James and this, whatever the story was, would probably make my mom go off the deep end. “Let’s run down to the market and see what she’s talking about,” I told James.

We did and once we got there, the racks at the checkout counters were full of tabloids each with a picture of me kissing a woman. The Inquisitor’s headline read, “Rock Star’s Girlfriend a Lesbian!” The Planet announced, “James Turner Dating a Dyke!” The rest were equally as horrifying and degrading. Suddenly, I remembered the other girl in the photos. She was the one that kissed me at the club James took Josie and me to a couple of weeks back. She claimed it was a case of mistaken identity but obviously, it wasn’t. I turned to James.

“I’m sorry, little girl. I’d hoped they would leave you alone,” he said. I didn’t think he remembered.

“James, don’t you remember the girl that came up to me in the nightclub? She said she thought I was someone else?” I asked him. Suddenly it registered and I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was.

“Yeah, and someone just happened to capture that on film. Right,” he said.

“Vicky!” I announced. I was way past being hurt or embarrassed. I was pissed. “She’s gone too far this time. Now my mom’s freaking out,” I said. James slipped his hand onto the small of my back and led me from the store. Once we were back in his truck, James turned to me.

“I was afraid she wasn’t done fucking us. She’s a vindictive bitch and her need to get back at you and I will be her downfall. I did a little research when I was gone last week and I have an ace up my sleeve,” James said.

“You’re going to tell me, aren’t you?” I asked hoping James wasn’t going to withhold what he had in mind just to be dramatic.

“How would you like to be the new CEO of the Roland Talent Agency?” James asked. I was shocked at the question, but idea was appealing. Victoria was running that place into the ground and making a mockery of her father’s legacy. She didn’t deserve to run the agency and her clients deserved better. I had no idea how James meant to accomplish what he was proposing, but I was on board.

“I love you, James! Whatever you have in mind, I’m behind you,” I told him. James leaned over and kissed me.

“I love you too, little girl, and I love it when you get all fired up. I didn’t want to do this, but she’s forced our hand,” he said and we roared out of the parking lot in his truck. I felt like things had taken a turn for the better. Sylvia was out of the picture and I had my talent agent’s license. More importantly, James and I were more solid than ever. I could handle the tabloids; it probably came with the territory anyway. However, Victoria wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I just had no idea how desperate she really was.

~The End~

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“Why are you after me?” I asked. Dutch looked at me as if I was stupid.

“I thought I made the pretty clear. I want fuck you,” he said crudely but his words made my pussy swell.

“No, I mean why not just pick up a girl at some biker bar or wherever it is you hang out at. You know, a skinny girl,” I clarified.

“Look, I like a woman with some meat on her bones and I like a challenge. Your friend likes those so-called men at the club you were
at. Why not? She’s a bitch and they’ll put up with her. I wouldn’t touch her. You, on the other hand, aren’t looking for some sweater wearing metrosexual to dominate. You’re a real woman and you need a real man,” Dutch explained and his ego was as unbelievable as it was exciting.

“And you’re a real man?” I challenged. Dutch laughed at me.

“I’m a man. I’m not trying to get in touch with my feminine side, I’m not denying my instincts and I sure as hell ain’t crying to some head shrinker. I grew up like you probably did. I was middle class, went to public school, all that. However, my old man was old fashioned. He taught me to be man, to take control, lead and live for myself,” Dutch said. I’d never really heard a guy talk like he did. Almost every man I knew was trying to please everyone around him, trying to prove he wasn’t like Dutch and trying to convince the world he was sensitive, passive and submissive. It was kind of refreshing and most definitely attractive to hear Dutch lay it out as he did.

“And so you’re here to give me what I want?” I asked.

“Come here,” Dutch said, more of a demand that a request.

“Why?” I asked but I already knew why.

“Get your ass over here,” he said softly but forcefully. He wasn’t mean about it, even wearing a small grin. I set my beer down and walked around the coffee table. I stood in front of Dutch and his eyes swept up and down my body. That made me even hotter than I already was. Damn him, he was right. Becky may have liked the power she had over the men in our circle, but I wanted a man to be in control. I wanted a man to dictate, to dominate even. I wanted Dutch.

“What are you going to do?” I asked and I couldn’t hide the nervousness in my voice.

“You’re frightened, aren’t you?” he asked. I was. I didn’t feel threatened but I was still afraid of what might happen.

“A little,” I answered.

“Kind of exciting, isn’t it?” he asked sitting there just staring at me as I stood before him. Dutch took another sip of his beer but his eyes never left my body.

“Yes, it is,” I told him. For moment, he just looked at me, or rather, devoured me with his eyes. I think I was shaking but it might have been in my head. Finally, he downed his beer, leaned forward and set it on the table behind me.

“Take your clothes off,” he said as he sat back and got comfortable. I hesitated, not expecting that. I could tell he wasn’t going to ask again. He expected me to do it and I found I wanted to. I pulled my tank top off and tossed it onto my rocking chair. Then I shimmied out of my jeans and did the same with them. I stood there in my pink panties and bra, my chest heaving and my breath ragged. I felt like there was no way a man like Dutch could find me attractive, but his eyes said different.

About the Author

D. H. Cameron enjoys writing stories with a heart and a little, or a lot, of erotic sizzle.  Ms. Cameron also writes fantasy under another pen name.  Besides writing, Ms. Cameron enjoys music, specifically hard rock and heavy metal, cooking, clothes and photography.  Ms. Cameron is happily married with two wonderful children.  Home, where Ms. Cameron writes full time, is in Nevada.

About this Book

Rock Hard Envy is the follow up to my successful first book, Rock Hard Love. In this book I wanted to explore the challenges that a new couple might encounter. The two major themes are envy and trust, hence the name, Rock Hard Envy. Simone had fallen for James and for the most part she has gotten past her initial hesitancy where James is concerned.

However,
that doesn’t mean things will go well for the new couple. Strong feelings of love often come with other unwanted feelings. Can you truly trust the person you just met? How do they feel about you and possibly past lovers? Maybe even envy of others who have something you desperately want. I’ve tried to set up conflicts that bring those issues to the forefront.

Life isn’t all about love, however. Simone and James also have to deal with the problems posed by Victoria as she attempts to get back at them. When it rains, it pours.  That’s how it feels to Simone as everything comes to a head all at once. It’s these times that test the strength of a couple’s feelings and Simone and James are tested and then some.

In the end, we get a happy for now ending that sets up the final book in this series, Rock Hard Bliss. We’ve seen a couple that initially didn’t seem compatible come together. In this book, we see that couple tested and come out the other end even stronger. In Rock Hard Bliss, we’ll see how love can overcome and how two people can be stronger together than they are individually. Check out my blog,
cameronromance.wordpress.com
for updates on the forthcoming conclusion.