Rock My Bed (8 page)

Riff tears his eyes away from my face long enough to shake his head and say, “No, man. We’re good. I’ve got my bike.”

“All right. Later,” Mike says before I hear his boots hitting the blacktop walking away from us. 

I quirk an eyebrow. “A bike? You’re really the ultimate bad boy, aren’t you?”

He throws his head back and a deep laugh rumbles out of him. “Kitten, I’m the baddest, bad boy you’ll ever need. Come on.”

The roadies roll Riff’s motorcylce out of the back of one of the trailers that haul some of the band’s equipment around. He jumps on, allowing his strong thighs to hold it up while he hands me a helmet.

I take it and my eyes instantly search for another one. “Aren’t you going to wear one? Isn’t that a law or something?”

He shrugs. “I never do. I believe it’s called living dangerously. Besides, we’re in too many different states for me to keep track of each one’s laws.” 

The engine roars to life after a couple seconds and I flinch. I’ve never been on a bike before, but I can’t let a little nerve stop me from fulfilling my last hurrah weekend. 

I hop on behind him and grab his sides, allowing my legs to rest against his hips.

Riff shakes his head. “You have to hang on tighter, babe.” 

He grabs both of my hands and wraps them around him. I open my mouth to ask why, but instantly snap it shut as he guns the motor and heads out onto the street. He roars through the city streets and the cars pass by at such a frightening speed I’m pretty sure my claws are raking his skin through his t-shirt. The only thing going through my brain is hoping we don’t wreck and die considering there’s absolutely nothing protecting us.

I try not to think about it as I attempt to bury my face into his back. 

A couple minutes later we pull into the hotel parking lot. Riff parks the bike in the lot and cuts the engine. My entire body tingles and feels numb as I jump off as fast as humanly possible. I have to say that’s one thing on my bucket list I can do without ever doing again.

I yank the helmet off and my hand shakes as I hold it out to him. 

He laughs as he takes it from me and tucks it under his arm. “Did you like that?”

I tip my chin up and fake my best smile so he doesn’t know that scared the shit out of me. I don’t want him to think I’m a total wuss. “It was awesome.”

Riff grins as he props his bike up on the kickstand before hoping off. “Good to know you’re a bad liar.”

I throw my hands on my hips. “I am not lying.”

He touches the tip of my nose with his index finger. “You’re sexy when you’re feisty. I hope you keep this attitude up in the room.” He holds out his hand. “Let’s go get checked in.”

The moment we step inside, I follow Riff’s gaze towards the hotel bar. Loud bouts of laughter echo through the blaring rock music around the lobby. A party is in full swing. A couple of women dressed in tight, short shirts and halter tops loiter near the entrance while they hang on the arms of a couple road-beaten roadies who look like they haven’t shaved in a month. Some women will apparently sleep with anyone associated a band to get to the talent. I bet the rest of the guests in this place love the idea that a bunch of rock stars are partying it up in here while they’re on a family vacation. 

Riff wraps his arm around my shoulders and leans into my ear. “Head on over to the bar while I take care of stuff at the desk. Order me a beer, would you?”

I nod and he lets go of my hand and we part ways. 

The crowd in the small room is amazing. It’s hard to believe that many people are working behind the scenes of this tour. Nearly every seat in the place is taken, sometimes even double occupied. The dim lights and sheer amount of bodies make it difficult to make my way to the bar. I shoulder past a few, mumbling my apologies as I finally step up to the bar. 

I run my fingers through my wind-blown hair as I wait for the stocky, male bartender to make his way down to me. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” a man’s voice asks to my right. 

My head snaps in his direction and my eyes land on an incredibly handsome man. Blonde shaggy hair drifts over his brow and he shoves it back as he grins at me. His blue eyes drink me in slowly as he waits for my answer.

I return his smile with a polite one of my own. “Thank you, but I’m with someone.”

He leans in closer and completely blows off my refusal. “I’m Donovan. You might’ve heard of me?” He pauses for a brief second, but when I give him a blank stare he continues, “I’m the guitarist for Embrace the Darkness.”

I nod. “I’ve heard of you. You’re the opening act for Black Falcon, right?”

Donovan smirks. “Not for long. They’ll be opening for us soon enough.”

He turns, practically pushing his chest against my arm and I take a step away. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  He shrugs. “Why not? I’m great at what I do and my band kicks ass. What’s so wrong in taking pride in something you know you’re good at?” Suddenly, I feel his hand on my ass. “Why don’t you do yourself a favor and come upstairs with me?”

I yank his hand off my ass and shoot him the death stare. “Like I said, I’m with someone.”

He makes a big show of looking around me. “Oh, yeah? Where? I don’t see anyone. Chicks don’t come around places like this alone unless they’re looking for a good time. So tell me, where’s this mystery guy you’re here with?”

I open my mouth to tell him off, but before I get the chance Riff’s voice cuts through the loud bar music. “Right fucking here.”

I don’t know who tenses more, me or Donovan. 

RIFF

I stand back as long as I can. I want to see the way Kitten reacts when other men approach her. I want to know if her hard to get act is genuine or if she’s just another groupie ready to slut it up with any rock star that moves. 

Donovan creeps up on her and uses the same fucking lines I see him do night after night on the fans during the after-parties. 

Sheer delight envelopes me when Kitten yanks his hand off her ass and tells him to beat it. That doesn’t sit well with Donovan. His chest instantly puffs up and his face twists. He’s not used to rejection, and girls like Aubrey throw us resident man-whores off our game.

The moment he raises his voice at her, testing to see if she’s really alone like she claims, I step in. I can’t help it. I don’t want him to get the idea he can put the moves on her or force her into something she doesn’t want to do. 

This urge to protect what’s mine surges through me and before I know it my hands ball into fists and I say, “Right fucking here.”

 Donovan’s eyes widen. “Sorry, dude. I didn’t know she was one of your hoes.”

Aubrey flinches beside him the moment the insult leaves his mouth. For some reason him referring to her as a piece of sexual garbage pisses me off. “Don’t ever fucking call her that.”

He raises his hands in surrender. “Easy, man. No need to get all swollen up in the chest. There’s plenty of tail to go around.”

My eyes narrow. “Then you better go find some elsewhere.”

We stare each other down for a long moment. My shoulders tense more each second we stand here. I haven’t had much problem with Donovan in the past, but the front man of his band, Striker has tried to get at Noel every chance he gets. It’s always some sort of pissing contest to see who has the bigger balls and the most fame. I think those two would fight over a penny if it came down to it. 

Embrace the Darkness is a label built band, and all those douchebags care about is climbing their way to the top. They have no sense of camaraderie or brotherhood like we feel. Well, like we used to feel. Noel did a good job fucking that up for us.

Donovan smirks after he sees I’m not backing down. “This one’s too uptight anyhow. Enjoy your blue balls.”

I grit my teeth and fight back the urge to crush his face with my fist. The label’s already warned us about fighting, so I inhale deeply through my nose as Donovan shoulders past me. Noel and Striker threw down after our first couple shows together and the label threatened to disband the tour. We all knew those were idle threats because let’s face it, our shows make too much money for that shit.

Aubrey hands me a beer. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. I’m perfectly capable of handling myself when it comes to assholes.”

A small grin plays across my lips. “I don’t remember you fighting against me too hard when we first met.”

She shrugs and takes a sip of her drink. “You really didn’t give me much time to react, let alone launch a full-on war against you.”

I eye her over my bottle as I down half the beer. A blush creeps up her cheeks. The wall in her confident façade cracks a hair. I figured a girl like her wasn’t used to being a booty call, but she’s doing her best to fool me into thinking she’s been down this road before. I can see right through it. “It’s okay to admit the idea of fucking me turned you on. We both know you wouldn’t be here right now if it didn’t.”

I set my empty bottle on the bar and lean into her. I push her auburn strands away from her neck and allow my fingers to trace the delicate skin right before her ear. She stiffens at first and I can see her struggle internally before I feel the tension leave her. 

Her shoulder pushes into my chest as I dip my head and trace her jaw with my nose. It’s such an intimate move to make inside this tight bar where there’s probably fifty eyes trained on us, but I don’t care. If I wait any longer to get close to her, I might explode. 

When I reach her ear, my tongue darts out and I taste the flesh of her earlobe. She squeezes her eyes shut and her mouth drops open a bit. The smell of her fruity shampoo and perfume fills my nose and my cock jerks. 

I lick my lips and reach around to play with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t think I can wait any more.”

She turns to face me, our noses nearly touching. “Then don’t. Tonight I’m yours, remember?”

“Mine?” I swallow at the sound of that word in my head. I’ve never tried to claim a woman before and I have no fucking clue why I told her she was mine earlier tonight. But it feels right, which is completely fucked up, because I know I don’t deserve anything good in my life. I ruin everything I touch. Every person that’s ever mattered in my life has told me that at one point or another, so I know a future with anyone is out of the question. God strike me down for wanting to get to know this girl. I’m no fucking good for her. 

I take her beer from her and toss it into a nearby trashcan before taking her hand into mine. “Let’s go.”

I need to fuck her—the sooner the better. It’s the only way I know that’ll get her out of my system. 

Chapter 7

AUBREY

Riff swipes his room key in the door and it flashes green. That looks like a green light if I’ve ever seen one. I take a deep breath. It looks like it’s go time—now’s the time for me to make my mark. 

He holds the door open for me and I step through the threshold backwards while grabbing a handful of his t-shirt in my fists. Riff’s eyebrows shoot up for a brief second and then he grins devilishly. He likes me taking control. I can see it in his eyes. 

The door closes with a bang and I throw my arms around his neck, crushing my lips to his. He doesn’t hesitate, not even for a brief second, before he tangles his hands in my hair and deepens our kiss. We melt together and start peeling off layers of clothes. 

Neither of us speak, which is fine by me. We both know what we’re here for. There’s no need for empty words or promises neither of us intend to keep. Instead, we both focus on the here and now, allowing our mouths, lips and tongues every opportunity to explore each other.

Once we are both down to our underwear, he steps back, allowing himself a moment to take in the sight of my nearly naked body. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I arch my back, throwing my plan to seduce him into action. My bare shoulders rest against the door and I run both of my hands into my hair, attempting to be as sexy as I possibly can. Confidence is key in any situation when trying to maintain power. I’ve learned that much from my new boss already. So, I keep eye contact with him and lift my chin.  

It must be working because Riff bites his lip as his hungry eyes drink me in. “You are too fucking sexy for your own good.”

Any games I remotely thought about teasing him with at the moment fly out the window. Riff grips my hips in his hands and pushes me against the door. The hard length underneath his boxers presses against my stomach and I lick my lips in anticipation. His lips fly over every inch of my neck before he dips his head and kisses the tops of my breasts. I throw my head back and a moan escapes me. 

Why does his mouth have to feel so amazing?

My hands trail up the taut muscles in his back as he rises up and kisses my mouth. His expert hands undo the hooks on my bra quickly, before he peels it off, letting it fall to the floor by our feet. He runs his hands down my sides and pauses at my hips. I suck in a quick breath as he shoves my underwear down around my ass before gripping my bare bottom. This only excites him further. His mouth flies into a fury, tasting every inch of my skin that he can. 

Instead of taking the time to slide my panties down, he grabs one side and rips them at the seams. The loose, lacy material falls limply down my leg after a quick shove from Riff. 

Riff growls against my skin as he grabs my ass and hoists me into the air. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he balances my weight against the door and allow my fingers to run across the stubble of his recently shaved head. 

He grinds his pelvis into mine and it’s almost more than I can take to know only a thin piece of fabric separates me from the relief that only he can give me. “Oh, god, Riff.”

It comes out almost like a plea and I can hear the desperation in my voice for him to take me. 

“Don’t call me that. Not in here,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Call me Zach.”

I’ll call him whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. Every move he makes is right, turning me on to the point of nearly losing my mind—so much for taking control of this situation.