Save Me (Rock Romance #4) (3 page)

This one’s different, it’s slow and sensual like he’s savoring the taste and feel of me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t do the same to him. I can
taste the champagne on his tongue mixed with a light wintergreen flavor. I wrap my arms around him and clutch his body to mine, meshing to one another.

He pulls away from the kiss briefly, to look back into my eyes. While staring at
me, he brings one hand down and places his cock at my entrance. He shoves his other arm underneath my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. His other hand clenches my jaw and kisses me at the same moment he thrusts into me. 

I yell out loud at his wanted intrusion into my body. He hushes me with his
lips and stays at a slow and steady pace. He kisses me once again while his other hand slides down to my breast and pinches my nipple. I bite his lip in retaliation, which in turn causes him to speed up his thrusts into me.

I can feel myself dripping wet all over his cock, with every deep thrust of his cock it builds the plateau to orgasm. I can feel myself edge closer and closer, this is probably the fastest I have ever reached that spot.

“I can feel your pussy clenching my cock. You’re close aren’t you?”

“Yes,
fuck
yes I am.”

He wraps his free hand around my neck to use my body as leverage as he starts pounding in and out of me. I grab at his back unintentionally, my hands are on his ass shoving him into me harder. I can feel his harsh and ragged breathing on my neck, he’s close.

I pull him away from my neck to my face, begging for the touch and feel of his lips as my climax hits the top.

When he finally gives me what I want, I explode. He keeps kissing me while riding out my orgasm before he gives
into his.

He stays sheathed within me for a few minutes before getting off me. I lay there not saying a word, enjoying what time I have
left with him.

At any
moment, I expect him to ask me to go, or maybe leave himself.

Oddly that’s not what happens.

“Want to stay the night with me?”

Unknowingly I must have an odd look on my face because he explains.

“I did say one night, right? I promise it won’t be so bad and I’ll let you sleep.”

“I’ll stay, if you’re sure that’s what you want.”
Please, please say that it’s what you want.

“I want you to stay.”

“Okay, I won’t leave until you tell me to.”

We end up lying in bed for a few hours talking, the topics stayed on the threshold of being intimate. We didn’t discuss anything
deep, we didn’t go into the past or the future and lifelong dreams. He didn’t propose love and marriage. We did end up having sex twice more before we both passed out from exhaustion.

That’s where everything went wrong, where my
first- and only regret ever happened. I should have just stayed in bed.

Then there would have been a possibility at having a friendly goodbye.

Liam, Layla, Zepp, Jason and I decided to spend the night out in a rundown bar that Layla works in. I tagged along because I hadn’t had any in weeks. Living with Ryan and Natalie has some setbacks, so far though the good has far outweighed the bad. Out of respect for them and their home there’s no way I would bring someone around there.

Relationships are out of the question at the moment. Ryan has multitasking down, he can run circles around me as it is. He’ll have no problem touring and taking care of his soon to be wife and his newly born child. I don’t have that kind of talent, nor do I have the time. I enjoy sleep and no commitments. Women either want every second of free time that I have or a credit card with no limit. Usually the latter, neither of which I am willing to give to just anyone.

If your family, I’ll do whatever I can or have to; no questions asked ever. A one-nighter
groupie, on the other hand, will walk away with empty pockets, an empty heart and a mind full of memories.
That’s all I’m willing to give.

We spend an hour or so throwing back shots before Liam and Layla escape to the dance floor. Those two are either in denial or really have no clue as to how attracted they are to one another, I can’t wait to watch this one
play out.

While there dancing I glide my eyes over the other
partiers that are also partaking in a night of drunkenness. I spot a curvy blonde haired beauty talking to what I’m guessing is her friends. I quickly decide that she could be the one for tonight, to confirm it though I have to get closer. To make sure she isn’t a crazy ass. I don’t need another stalker that shits in the past, nor do I need a woman who wants to latch her claws into me for the mere fact that I’m wealthy. Most women are liars and are only out for themselves. I’ve made mistakes in the past, mistakes I’m more careful now not to make.

After she takes a few
shots, I notice she shoves herself into the throng of the dancing mass with two of her friends towing in behind her. I need to get closer. When I find her on the dance floor she’s surrounded on two sides by the two girls who followed her in, I decide that taking the action approach will get me noticed by her.

I grab her hand and bring it to her stomach, pushing her back against my chest. “Hey babe, you want to dance?” I ask her, even though I’ve already started rotating my hips.

“Seems like you don’t care for my answer to begin with.” She retorts.

A feisty one she’s going to be.

I mock a sympathetic tone, “oh, don’t be like that. Of course, I care.”

Apparently she didn’t like what I said because she shoves my hand away and continues dancing with her friends.

Tonight might be a challenge so it seems.

I go back to our small table hidden in the shadows of the bar. Jason and Zepp are still seated downing the remains of their current drinks.

“She wasn’t impressed with you, was she?” Jason says mocking my already inflated ego, even if it is rightfully so.

Jason
starts laughing,
and the taunting begins.

“Fuck you guys. She was feeling it, she just has an appreciation for the chase that’s all.” I reply, confidently.

The waitress returns shortly after asking if we’d like to order. The guys order some damn fruity drink that Layla introduced them to, I order a couple of shots of vodka. I down them as I watch the stranger from the dance floor. She’s back at the bar with friends. She doesn’t seem happy, her eyebrows are furrowed and her face is locked in a grimace.

I could be a gentleman and save her, but will she accept it?

“Good luck,” Zepp says as I walk away from the table.

“There you are, you ran away from me. If you
wanted a drink all you had to do was say so. No need to be so rude.” I say while laughing at her. Attempting to release the tension from her current predicament.

“Gage Rykers?” She asks.

Fuck.
I would have rather gone through this night pretending to be a Mike, than her to know my actual identity. “Here I was thinking the beanie would disguise me and no one would find me out. What are you drinking? Want another one?” I quickly say trying to change the subject of who I am.

She may know my
name and my profession. Even so, she doesn’t know
me.
If she did, she’d be running.

Her face remains frozen in
a shock like state for a bit before she recovers. “Sure.
Malibu
with pineapple juice.”

I lean over the bar extending my hand so the bartender can see me. I place
an order and as soon as it’s sat down in front of me I down it. 
Please, God don’t let this be a fruit loop disguised within a gorgeous body.

Only one way to find out, if she has more than a hint of crazy she’ll show it on the dance floor. Now that she knows who I am, crazy wouldn’t want to hide me, crazy would want to show me
off as an accessory. 

“Dance with me.”

She downs her drink and places it back on the bar. “Okay.”

I tug her out onto the floor and start spinning her myself, she laughs. The sound of her laughter is pure and innocent. Crazy; still undetected. I
push one foot to the side then back again and slide the other, in an out of rhythm like two-step dance. She laughs even more at this. I spin her body into mine, her twist stops when our faces are in line with each other’s. She pauses, her thoughts of doubt and insecurity play out on her face. She’s overthinking all of this.

She slowly pulls away, uncomfortable. I stop her from running away.

“It’s just dancing.”

“It’s not just dancing, and you know it.” She says while pulling away from me
altogether. I can’t help but to chase her off the floor. It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered someone who would walk away so easily, who would say no. Not that if she did say no I would fight her, I’m not interested in making anyone do something that they don’t want to do. If she’s certain and truly is uncomfortable with me, or who I am I’ll walk away. Women appreciate honesty, and I think this is a woman who isn’t going to fall for the charm and a quick cheesy one-liner pick up. She’s going to want honesty and bluntness. No beating around the bush.

She’s seated at the bar when I approach her.

“Okay, so maybe it isn’t just dancing. You’re not the first person I’ve been attracted to and I’m confident you won’t be the last.” She flinches. “Not trying to sound harsh or anything but it is what it is, I don’t believe in leading anyone on. Propositioning women isn’t something I do every day so bear with me if it’s not pretty. You and I; one night of fun, no expectations, no idle promises with a friendly goodbye in the morning. What do you say?” I throw it all down on the table in the open.

She doesn’t say anything for a while, again she’s overthinking the situation. She’s nervous, but I know she feels the sexual attraction as fiercely as I do.

“Okay.”

“What?” I ask, believing that I must have heard someone else agree.

“Let’s get out of here.” She reassures me, that yes indeed it was her agreeing.

“I have to let the guys know I’m leaving. Want to come with me?” I ask her, in a passive voice. There’s no reason to show her how surprised I am that she actually said yes, any other female would probably have been offended by the fact alone, that I had said they wouldn’t be the last. Not her though, this one’s different.

“Sure.” She agrees to walk over to the hidden table so I can let the guys know I’m headed out.

I
can tell she’s nervous about meeting the guys so I decide that I have to say bye quickly. Jason starts speaking to her first offering a drink, she agrees to have one with him. I notice that two of her friends from the bar are sitting in between Jason and Zepp. The one that was making her upset earlier starts in with her the second Jason places the order for drinks. I overhear her asking about her going home me, to which she replies sarcastically. Then asks if I’m ready to leave.

I begin to tell the guys
bye, but Liam and Layla approach the table. I don’t realize that I forgot to ask her name until she takes it upon herself to greet Layla.

Abagail.
It fits her accordingly. She’s a golden-haired curvaceous beauty. With eyes the color of the ocean, a murky blue and dimples that are created when her plump pink lips curve into a smile.

I feel myself start to harden while staring at her pouty mouth, thinking ab
out how it could be between us. Not wanting anyone to see my erection I quickly interrupt.

“Abby and I are going to head out, I just came over to let the guys know. You good?” I ask, begging him with my eyes to just say yes. Last time he fucked with me and my night ended with me in bed, alone.

“Yeah, get out of here. Call me if you need a ride in the morning.” Liam replies.

I turn my back to Liam and pull Abagail tightly to my side. “Ready babe?” I purposely whisper in her ear. Instantly I see goosebumps cover her skin.

“Yeah.” She replies raggedly.

She yells to her friends that she’ll see them in the morning before making our way out of the bar. A cab is sitting outside near the curb so I direct her to
it while asking her if a hotel is okay.

She says that it is, so while getting in the cab myself I give the driver directions to
a nice hotel that I know of that isn’t too far away.  Minutes later the driver pulls up alongside the entrance I toss him a fifty and exit the cab pulling her out behind me.

“I’ll wait out here while you get a key.” She says while looking anywhere but at me.

She’s nervous. “You’re not going to run are you?” I ask, making sure that if I were to leave her she wouldn’t just disappear, if she decides to go home instead of in the hotel with me I’d rather know she made it home safely than to worry about where she disappeared off to.

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

Good enough. I open the glass door to the hotel in front of me, it’s the same one we stayed at last year while we were in Boston. The same hotel we stayed at when we did our show for Natalie and Layla’s college. Memories, they’ll always be there. I approach the desk clerk and ask for the nicest non-suite room they have. She suggests a room with a jacuzzi tub, I can’t help it. This piques my interest and the things I wouldn’t do just to see Abagail nude in it, to fuck her in it. I hand her my credit card, sign a paper and walk away with the key.

Like she promised, there she is waiting on the sidewalk of the hotel. She still seems nervous so I decide to offer her an out, again. “Are you sure you want to do this? If you
don’t, I can get a cab to take you home.”

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

I hide the smile she lit within me because of that
simple statement. Oddly, it makes me happy that she’s not my typical one night stand kind of woman. That I’m her first in this. I reassure her that we’ll take it slow while placing my hand at her back leading her into the hotel. It takes all of my control not to jump on her in the elevator, to slide my leg between hers to feel how wet she is. To kiss at her neck and suck on her tongue. I glance over at her, she’s biting her lip and all I want to do is take that lip onto my mouth to offer it comfort from the owners’ maltreatment with something so sensitive.

The elevator dings and the doors open, I exit first while she follows behind me. When I find the room I unlock it and hold it open for her. She pauses upon entrance, her eyes staring at the
tub. I can tell that she wants to try it out by the way her gaze looks at the enormous bed then back to the tub, light shines in her eyes when staring at that tub. Wonder how bright her eyes would shine once she’s in it.

I take it upon myself to start filling the tub for her, “a bath will help calm your nerves,” I offer in explanation while grabbing some bubble bath that they left on the side of
the bathtub and dumping it in. I suggest she undress and slide on in while I search out the mini-bar for another drink. One long counter lines a wall, below is a small refrigerator, I open it and take out the first bottle I see. An upscale brand of champagne, I open it and fill two flutes.