Rocked All Night (BBW New Adult Rock Star Romance) (3 page)

“Do you have any booze in there?”

“Of course.” He stepped aside to let me pass, careful not to touch me, and my face fell. “Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” I replied, glumly. I hadn’t really thought out this visit very clearly, but it didn’t seem to be going well. I plopped down on the loveseat in the living area and looked around. “Nice room.”

“Yeah. Booze on the bar and beers in the fridge. I’ll just put some clothes on.”

I stood up quickly. “Don’t.”

Rick chuckled.

I felt myself blush. “I mean, shit. That’s not what I meant. If you’re busy or whatever I can just go. I…I don’t even know why I’m here.”

He walked over to me, one hand holding the towel closed low around his slim hips. That little vee of muscle drawing my eye to what I couldn’t see, but could remember vividly, hidden beneath the plush terrycloth.

Rick stepped close, his nearly naked body less than an inch from mine. He leaned down to speak close to my face. “I don’t know why you’re here either, Julia. Normally I’d think you came to play. But from what I’ve
heard
recently, I’m a lousy lay.”

I prayed silently for the floor to open up and swallow me whole. I’d almost forgotten.

“Rick…”

“Nah,” he said, backing up. “It’s cool. I thought we had a good time together. But obviously I was wrong.”

“No, you weren’t. It was…good.” Understatement of the year.

He laughed. “Not exactly a glowing review, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry!” I blurted. “You know I didn’t mean that. I was just...” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. It isn’t true. And I think you know that.”

He looked at me, face expressionless.

“Fine. Okay, fine. Whatever. Be a dick. I’ll just go if you’re going to just humiliate me like this.”

He stalked over and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Me? I’m humiliating you? Jesus, you’ve got some nerve, girl. First you make me hide in your bathroom and shove me out the door. And then, after ignoring me for days, you’re gossiping about me in the hallway where anyone could hear.
You
are not the injured party, here.”

My first instinct was to snap back at him, but I took two deep breaths instead. “You’re right. And I really am sorry. It was shitty of me. I have my reasons but they don’t matter. I apologize.”

He just stared at me for a long moment before releasing me and crossing his arms. I struggled to keep from drooling at the vision of masculine strength that were his arms and chest. “Apology accepted.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“Want to tell me why you’re here?”

“I don’t have a reason. I just kind of ended up here.”

“Hmm. Okay. Well, is there anything else?”

“Huh?”

He gestured down at his body. “I was showering. Getting ready to go out. If you’re not here for something, I’ll get back to it.”

I closed my eyes and turned away from him. I never should have knocked on his door.

“You can’t even say it, can you? Can’t admit why you’re here?”

I replied without facing him. “I told you. I don’t know why I’m here.”

He stepped up behind me, the heat of his bog body warming me in more ways than one. “I know why.”

“So tell me. Why am I here?”

“For the same reason I was getting dressed and about to head down to your room.”

I exhaled, feeling dizzy. Whether it was his words or the booze or the smell of his skin, I felt the need to sit down suddenly.

Swallowing a few times to soothe my dry throat, I asked him, “Why is that?”

Rick put his hands on my shoulders and then ran them down my arms. “Because of this.”

I shuddered under his touch. My god, no one had ever had such an effect on me. “And what is this?”

“Fuck if I know, Julia. And I don’t really care. All I know is I like it. And I want it. And so do you.”

I didn’t say anything. I just turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss so hard it bruised my lips. I ran my hands across his back, enjoying the way his muscles tightened under my touch.

Rick groaned against my mouth and dragged me backwards to the loveseat and into his lap. With only the towel covering him, I could feel his excitement grow hot, hard and straining. He reached around to unzip my dress and tugged the sleeves down, revealing my bra. He cupped a heaving mound and rubbed his thumb over the tight peak.

I sighed softly and arched into his touch as he bent to kiss my neck. He sucked lightly and then moved on, gliding his tongue over my skin down to my breasts. He licked and sucked and nibbled, varying the pace and strength of each tiny torture in time with the noises of pleasure that slipped from my lips.

“I’m going to devour you,” he whispered against my neck.

Rick grabbed my hips and rolled us so I was trapped under his body, pressed hard into the plush leather. He captured my mouth, swirling his tongue over mine powerfully. I kissed him back with equal passion, letting the fire between us engulf me completely. His leg slipped between my thighs and he inched my dress up out of the way. The towel was long gone now and his bare skin was hot against mine.

I moaned and dug my fingers into the bunched muscles of his lower back. He slid a finger inside my panties and rubbed at the damp heat there. Nerve-endings from my head to my toes came alive and my hips tilted up hungrily. “Yes, more. I need more.”

With a growl, Rick tore the side of my underwear and shoved them out of the way. He fumbled blindly for something on the table beside us and then was back giving me his full attention. He kissed a line down between my breasts and over my stomach, sucking at the soft, pliant flesh. With the tip of his thumb he teased my clit, the pressure against the tiny bud sent shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Rick,” I breathed, unable to say anything else.

He chuckled and shifted our positions enough to lift one of my legs up over his shoulder before pressing the wide head of his member against me. I smiled at his ability to apply a condom without me noticing and then gasped as he pushed inside, sheathing himself in my slick heat fast and hard.

Our gazes met and locked and he pulled back only to thrust forward again. My vision blurred but I never stopped looking into his green eyes, dark with desire. He used all of his strength to drive into me again and again, making me scream and writhe under him. Constantly adjusting angle and speed, he dragged a climax from me – sharp and fast enough to take my breath away.

I yelled and scratched deep lines down his arms with my nails, but neither of us really noticed until later. My body shook uncontrollably and everything inside me tightened and released again and again.

While I was still riding waves of ecstasy, Rick drove inside one last time and shuddered before collapsing onto me. He slid down, letting his head rest between my breasts. I listened to the dueling sounds of our labored breathing and smiled, letting my eyes slide closed.

“Are you falling asleep?” he asked.

“No. Just basking in the afterglow.”

Rick laughed. “Okay. Don’t let me disturb you.”

“You’re not.”

“Well, thanks. Since it seems I’m enjoying how you stomp all over my ego, want to tell me what that scene was with your manager – uh, mother?”

“Not really. But I will.” And I explained. About her plan to tell any press outlet who’d listen about us and how I’d figured out the only way to make her keep her mouth shut. He was surprisingly understanding about it and actually laughed, even telling me a funny story about his parents catching him with a girl in his bedroom in high school. It was a weird and kind of wonderful moment.

Rick sat up eventually, and looked at me. His gaze raked over every inch of my body. I was about to say something sarcastic when I noticed he was growing thick and hard again.

“Does that mean you want another round?”

He grinned. “Many more rounds.”

I crossed my arms in front of me and arched an eyebrow. “How many more?”

“As many as you can stand, sweetheart.”

I laughed. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”

He leaned down and tugged at a lock of my hair that had come free. “Call it whatever you want.”

“I have no idea what to call this,” I said honestly.

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t know. No. Maybe.”

Rick chuckled and put his feet up on the coffee table. “We’re a lot alike, you know.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I meant it as a good thing. You’re a real pain in the ass, Julia. But for some reason I find that kind of cute. And very sexy.”

I smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“See? That’s what I mean. Alike.”

I shrugged. “In some ways, perhaps.”

“Uh-uh. Don’t do that.”

“What?”

He stood up and offered me a hand. I manage to get to my feet. “No thinking deep thoughts.”

“I wasn’t.”

Rick shook his head. “You were about to. But I have the perfect cure for that.”

“You do?”

“Yup. Take the rest of your clothes off and come with me.”

“Okay bossy,” I grumbled. But I didn’t really mean it. And to prove that, I finished undressing and followed him into the bathroom, nude.

I found him in there, fiddling with faucets in the shower. I took a moment to just enjoy the view. The intricate lattice of ink covering his wide back that tapered to slim hips and a butt I just wanted to smack. Or bite. Or both.

Rick looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. Fuck, that grin was disarming. It was for the best few people got to see it. The man could stop traffic with the thing. “You gonna stay in the doorway all night?”

“Nope.” I walked over and joined in in the glass-walled stall. He turned the water on hot and we stood under the spray for a while, just looking at each other. I loved the way his eyes danced over me. Like every bit of me brought him pleasure. “Enjoying the view?”

He nodded and reached out to run a finger over my jaw, down my neck and over my shoulder. “I’m enjoying everything about this.”

I grinned. “You know, for such an asshole, you’ve got some sweet words.”

“I’m not sweet, Julia. I’m honest. And you’re the fucking sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long, long time.”

I licked my lips before replying. “I feel the same way.”

He reached around behind me and tugged the rest of my hair free so it hung in a dark coppery sheet over my shoulders. Water dripping from the ends tickled my breasts.

Rick groaned and pushed me back against the wall of the shower. He kissed me hard on the mouth and then slid down to his knees in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What do you think?” He snorted and ran his hands up my legs, over my calves, backs of my knees and then around to my hips. “I want to taste you.”

I shut my eyes and moaned.

His mouth descended to my core, tongue and lips playing lightly over my tender, heated flesh. Teasingly he planted light kisses around and around, circling closer to where I wanted – needed – him.

And just as I braced a hand against the glass wall, a sound from outside the bathroom snatched my attention. “You’ve got to me kidding me.”

“What?” Rick asked from between my legs.

“Someone is knocking on your door. If it’s my goddamned mother I’m jumping out the window.”

He laughed against my skin, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

“It’s just Matty. We’re supposed to go drinking.”

I pushed him away and frowned. “Why didn’t you mention this before?”

Rick grinned. “You’re kidding, right? To hell with him. I’m busy.”

“That’s rude.”

He laughed again, rising to his feet. “I’m rude. And really fucking horny. You can help me with that. He can’t. He’ll understand.”

I glared at him and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel on the way. “No way. I’m not having sex in your shower while he waits out there.”

Rick followed me out and I had to avert my eyes to keep from forgetting everything I’d just said.

“Fine. I’ll go tell him to leave.”

“Naked?”

He shrugged. “It’ll be a very effective non-verbal clue.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I’ll say.”

Stupid me, I’d thought he was kidding. But no. I peeked around the doorway and watched him stroll bare-ass to the door. He cracked it open and said something I couldn’t quite hear. I tried not to giggle as he had whatever conversation with Matthew, but it seemed to go on for a rather long time.

Eventually he shut the door and walked back towards me. “All cleared up. Matt’s gonna grab a pizza and then come back to watch.”

I gaped at him for a second and then threw my towel at his head. “Jerk.”

He laughed and grabbed me around the waist. “He’s gone. Back to the shower or bed?”

“Bed, I think.”

“Excellent choice.” He pulled me over and I went. Very willingly.

But by the time we were stretched out next to each other on the wide expanse of expensive cotton sheets, a thought stopped me.

“What did you tell him?”

Rick was already tossing one leg over my hip. He looked up at me, confused. “Tell who?”

“Matthew.”

“Huh? Oh, I just said I had something else to do tonight and I’d see him tomorrow.”

“He didn’t ask what?”

“No. He’s not my father, Julia. It’s not the first time I got a better offer than to hang out with him all night.”

I stiffened at that. “Right.”

Rick looked at me. “I didn’t mean it like that. Shit.”

“It’s fine.”

He sighed and sat up. “I can’t believe I’m going to actually say this, but maybe we should talk.”

“About what?”

“This. Whatever we’re doing here.”

“I thought it was clear. What’s to talk about?” I was being kind of a bitch, but I couldn’t help it. My brain was all messed up. Half of me wanted to just shut up and climb on top of him. Leave everything else for later. But the other half was confused. Was this more than sex? Could it be? Did I even want it to be?

Things were much easier when I hated Rick and just wanted to fuck him. Now we were having conversations and it was kind of fun to just talk to him and I didn’t know what to do about any of it.