Save Me (Rock Romance #4) (2 page)

“Okay.”

“What?” he asks.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“I have to let the guys know I’m leaving. Want to come with me?” He asks.

“Sure.”

I take a deep breath in, calming my nerves at the possibility of not only sleeping with Gage but meeting the other band members of Steele’s Army.

Gage leads me over to a hidden table stuffed into a corner near the stage. Two other guys are sitting there already with women. As we appro
ach I notice, the girls are Selena and Raven. Well, that’s where they took off to.
Holy fuck.
The guys that currently have their arms wrapped around my girls are Jason and Zepp, and Raven was accusing me of trying to seduce my way in the business. Gage introduces me, they both seem to be friendly. I have to keep reminding myself to stay calm and not start jumping around like a giddy schoolgirl. They are people, who just happen to be in a band that I love. Just people, I breathe in and out, just everyday normal people.

“Want a drink before we head out?” Gage asks me.

“Yeah, I could go for one more, you choose though.”

Gage orders me some random shot, as
Raven and Selena start talking to me.

“Are you going to leave with him?” Raven scowls.

“Yeah, I am. Is that okay mommy?” I ask back starkly. I’m over her attitude tonight. This night has been a non-stop attitude towards everything I’ve said or done from her. Alcohol hasn't even dimmed it down a notch. She goes back to speaking to Jason and acts as if I didn't speak to her. Which is fine by me, I notice the shot Gage ordered has been placed in front of me and I toss it back.

“Ready to leave?” I ask.

As he glances over to me, I notice his eyes look over my shoulder so I turn around and find Liam approaching the table with a woman in tow. When they near me, I take the unitive to introduce myself. “Hey, I’m Abagail. Friends call me Abby though.” I say smiling with my hand held out.

“I’m Layla.” She says while shaking my hand.

“Abby and I are going to head out, I just came over to let the guys know. You good?” I overhear Gage say to Liam.

I don't hear his response but assumes
its okay as Gage then pulls me into his side and whispers in my ear. “Ready babe?”

His voice makes me shiver, “yeah.” I say almost breathless.

“I’ll see you girls in the morning.” I yell over to Selena and Raven.

“Is
a
hotel fine with you?” Gage asks while closing the cab door behind him.

“
Yeah, that’s good with me.”

Gage directs the driver to a hotel that’s only a few blocks away, when we arrive he tosses money to the driver and pulls me out of the cab behind him.

“I’ll wait out here while you get a key.” I say nervously.

“You're not going to run are you?”

“I promise, I’ll be waiting right here.”

He nods and walks into the front doors of the hotel. The longer I wait for
him, the more my nerves start to frazzle. I have never been the one night, no strings attached type of girl. Sure, I haven't had sex in what seems like forever. But that was because I was in a committed relationship while touring, I didn't expect to come home a few days early from my first tour that I was managing, due to one of the band members having a family emergency and had to cancel the last show. Nor did I plan on walking into my boyfriend at the time's apartment to surprise him, only to find in sleeping in bed with another woman.

I caused a scene, then I swore off relationships. I didn't have to commit myself to anyone, nor did I need sex to survive. But
having sex with Gage has been on my to-do list since I hit eighteen. He was the person I swore I would find a way to meet and make him fall madly in love with me. That plan is long gone though, I don't need love to live a happy life. But sex will surely do.

Gage comes back outside after he’s gotten a room. “Are you sure you want to do this? If you
don't, I can get a cab to take you home.” He asks sweetly.

“I do want to do this, I’m just nervous because I don't normally meet men and agree to
a one night stand.”

“We’ll take it slow.” He reassures me.

He places his hand on my lower back and leads me into the hotel. We step into the elevator and he presses the button for the floor our room is on. All the while I keep telling myself to remain calm, his hand on my back isn't doing me any favors.
Do not freak out.
I’m confident that this is many girls’ dreams, to be able to spend one night in bed with Gage Rykers.

The elevator doors slide open and he leads me to our room. Gage unlocks the door and I follow him in. The room is
gorgeous and expensive. It’s not a suite, but the room just as elegant. In the center of the room is an overstuffed king size bed layered with an enormous amount of pillows. On the left side situated in a corner is a Jacuzzi tub surrounded by tiled mirrors. This place was meant for sex. I stand at the end with my mouth hanging open as Gage walks over to the tub, bending over to turn the water spout on.

“A bath will help calm your nerves.” He says after pouring some bubble bath in, apparently the hotel accommodates for everything. “Why don't you undress and get in while I pour us something to drink.” He suggests.

I move closer to the tub as he moves to the other side of the room. A bar lines the wall stocked with glasses for all drinking needs and an ice bucket; that’s already filled. Underneath the counter is a small refrigerator that he opens and I notice, it’s completely furnished with alcohol. He pulls out a bottle, I don't see the label. Instead, I start undressing while he’s busy pouring. I quickly slide my clothes off and step into the tub before he’s finished.

I make sure that all my female parts are covered by the bubbles before he looks my way. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the water is warm and the jets are relaxing. I immerse myself into relaxation so much that I don't hear him approach.

“Would you like your drink?” he whispers in my ear. His breath is warm on my neck and it sends shivers straight to my inner core.

I slowly open my eyes and answer. “I’ll take it now.” I say in a ragged out of breath tone that I don't recognize
as my own voice. I don't think any man has ever worked me up so quickly. I reach my hand out to take the glass from his hands. While I wrap my small fingers around the stem of the flute, his fingers gracefully flutter over mind. Again, he takes my breath away. My arm locks, glass in hand stretched out between us. If our eyes were limbs, we would be smothering each other with touch.

His long eyelashes flutter with each blink he makes and for a moment I believe that I see deeper into his
soul that there is someone in there begging for escape. For warmth and love. As quick as it came, he masks it. His eyes are back to normal, staring at me with hunger and desire. I can’t help but to fall deeper in lust with him.

I down the glass of champagne that he gave to me and set it on the rim of the bathtub. “Why don't you join me?” I ask on a seducing rasp. Throwing my anxious thoughts to the wind.

Gage downs his drink and places it back on the counter before making his way back to the bathtub. He tosses his hat on the floor and slowly pulls his shirt over his head. I gasp, his chest is free of hair, and his nipples are pierced. He has a small trail of hair starting at his belly button leading to the V between his hips. His abdominal muscles are corded in an eight pack and all I can think about is how I want to run my tongue over every defined line on his body. He catches me staring in awe.

“Like what you see?” He brazenly asks.

“Mmmm.” Is all I manage out.

He kicks his shoes off, then slowly unbuttons his jeans pulling them down. I can see the rigid outline of his hard member
through his boxer briefs, my breathing is coming out in short gasps. He pulls his boxer briefs down and reveals a gloriously thick and long cock.

“Sit up.” He demands when approaching the tub.

I do as he asks. He slides in behind me and pulls me back up against him so my ass is on his lap and I can feel the pressure of him in the area I need him the most. It twitches and I moan out loud, I cover my mouth with my soapy hand.

“Don’t hide that from me, I want to hear it all. I’ll take it slow though because I want to hear you all night.” He says while tugging my hand away from my mouth.

“Relax against me, I can feel how tense you are.” He whispers breath hot on my neck.

I allow myself to relax against him as he suggested, my body contours to his perfectly. I close my eyes as his fingers start swirling bubbles along my arms. He starts at my fingers and ends his ascend at my clavicle bone. Back and
forth he gently glides his fingers against my skin.

This man is barely touching me yet I feel so close to combustion.
How is this possible?
With each stroke, I can feel his heart pulsating against my back and his breathing getting more ragged.

His finger
s stroke my back up to my shoulders, then my neck and instead of going back down my arms he slides his hands over my nipples. He gently pinches then massages as if to apologize for the slight sting.

I begin to slowly grind against
him as he starts to place rushed kisses on my neck. One hand remains on my breast and the other slowly glides over my other breast and my stomach. Leaving tingles in its wake. He finds the spot I want him at the most.

My clitoris.

I pull my free hand behind me and clutch at his neck, holding his lips to my shoulder while pressing myself into him. He rubs my clit feverishly, while occasionally dipping a finger into my entrance.

“Turn around.” He demands on a ragged breath.

I place each leg on the outside of his, slowly sitting myself over his hard member. I have all I can do to not just shove him inside of me. Instead, he focuses on my lips. He wraps his hand around my neck and brings my lips to his, but stops right before they meet.

I look into his eyes, about to question why he stopped. That look, the look of feeling is back. The more-than-lust
look and I cave. I meet his lips roughly, I demand he opens for me and I thrust my tongue in. Tasting him, savoring in his scent.

My hands grope the back of his head, pulling closer to me as if I can’t get enough. He grasps his hands in my hair and pulls me closer to him as well. I start undulating my hips against his
massive cock. Rubbing my clit over him back and forth.

Gage untangles his fingers from my
hair to roughly grab at my ass, meeting the friction of my hips. The more I rub against him, the harder I feel him grow beneath me, something I didn’t think could happen.

“Let’s get out of the tub,” he says on a groan.

As much as I don’t want to disconnect myself from him, the waters already starting to chill. So I slide off his lap and standup, in all of my naked glory.  I carefully step out of the bath onto the carpeted floor of the hotel room, not caring that I’m trailing water with me. Gage follows out behind me.

“Lay down on the bed.” He says his voice husky.

I follow his direction and lay in the middle of the bed. Feeling awkward I lay my hands to my side, unsure what to do with them and my legs tightly closed. Waiting for him causes doubts over my actions to surface.
You will not regret this in the morning.
I tell myself. How many bars are in Boston? And Gage Rykers walks into the one I’m in.

Regrets are a waste.

“You here with me?” I hear Gage say, shaking me out of doubts.

There is only the here and now.

“I’m here.” I say shakily.

He lays down next to me on the bed, gently tracing his fingers over my skin. Soon after his tongue follows suit and trails where his finger just were. While
sucking at my nipples, he slowly parts my thighs with his hand and gently coaxes his fingers in between my lips below. The first thrust of his fingers causes me to moan out. He closes his lips on mine capturing the moan while resuming his tortuous seduction with his fingers.

His cock is hard and rigid at my hip and his lips are everywhere, my mouth to my nipples to my neck. I slowly lift my hand up from my side and close my fingers around him tightly, I move my hand up and down. I swipe my thumb over the tip that’s oozing
pre-cum.

“I need you, right now.” He says
looking into my eyes for confirmation.

“Yes.” I agree.

Gage gets up off the bed, walks over to his jeans and pulls a condom out of his wallet. He tears the packet open quickly and coats it down over his cock. He climbs back onto the bed and settles himself in between my legs.

I didn’t expect Gage to be a missionary type of guy.

He lays down over me, one of his arms holding himself up and his other hand starts brushing my jaw. He allows his fingers to linger on my open lips, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says staring into my eyes.

There’s that emotion again, the one I can’t place a label on- it’s just more. More than just lust.
My eyes stay locked with his as he comes in for a kiss.