Well Rocked (2 page)

“This is the strangest fucking day ever.”

I giggled. “Pretty much. I’m still a bit in a haze.”

He leaned over and nuzzled at my neck. “Need some help winding down, love?”

“Mm. Sounds good.” It felt good too, but there was one thing I needed to do first. “But hold that thought. I need to talk to you.”

“No, no, no,” he murmured against my skin. “No more talking.”

“Come on. Give me five minutes.”

He licked the line of my jaw, sighed and then pulled back. “Fine. But hurry. I’m knackered but I won’t sleep tonight without getting my hands on you.”

I smiled and my stomach flipped, but tried to concentrate. Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from him and perched on the edge of a plush chair by the window. “I owe you an apology, Dex.”

He sprawled out on the bed on his side, facing me. “No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.” I looked down at my hands, feeling ashamed of myself. “I didn’t trust you. I didn’t believe you. Didn’t believe in us. That was wrong.”

“I understand. You were freaked out. I was freaked out.”

“That doesn’t excuse what I thought. I was furious with you. Disappointed in you.”

Dex sat up then, hair falling in his eyes. “Becca, it’s fine. I haven’t exactly given you a lot of reasons to have faith in me. But that’s going to change. When Ryan caught us and fired you, I felt sick. With him, with myself, with everything. You’ve done so much for me, been there for me. Hell, I wouldn’t have had the stones to go see my father, let alone convince Ryan to let me. Not without you right there next to me. Fighting for me. Helping me be strong instead of a coward.”

I shook my head as tears filled my eyes. “You’re no coward. Honey, you’re my hero. I was just so scared, so upset that I forgot it.”

He slid off the bed and knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. “I should have said something, but I was panicking. I know Ryan, how his brain works. I was just focused on making him change it, I didn’t think about how you’d be feeling right then. I was trying to fix it, but should have taken a minute to talk to you about what I was planning.”

I squeezed his fingers. “How did it happen, anyway?”

He grinned. “As soon as you ran out, he got on the phone. I huddled with everyone and told them what had happened, and what I was going to do. Honestly, I never thought of asking them to join in, but they did. You need to know that. Matthew and Joe were ready. Liss was fuming. Even Steve was willing to quit if Ryan wouldn’t hire you back.

We went to him as a group. He tried to brush us off but I wouldn’t let him. I looked him in the eye and told him there would be no tour without you. He laughed at first, but when the others agreed, I could see the anger in him turn to fear. He knew we were serious. And knew he’d be out of a job too if he didn’t relent. The label and rest of our management doesn’t give a shit who I’m kissing, but they sure as hell would care if we cancelled the next two weeks’ worth of dates and lost all the money they laid out for this.”

It was inspiring and moving to hear the emotion in his voice as he explained. See the intensity in his eyes. “Thank you.”

Dex pulled my hands to his chest. “Don’t thank me. Just know that you’ve changed my life. Changed who I am. And there’s nothing in the world that I can ever do to repay that. But I’m sure as shit going to try.”

I was crying again, but didn’t care. I kissed him, sliding off the chair as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We landed in the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, but didn’t stop to move into a more comfortable position. Dex’s tongue snaked between my lips, tasting me. I dug my fingers into the thick hair hanging over the neck of his t-shirt and pressed my body close against his.

Kissing him was like drowning in beauty. Overwhelming, he took my breath away, but left desire, a desperate need for his touch behind.

His hands dipped under my shirt and I sighed.

“You like that?” he asked against my mouth.

“I like everything you do to me.”

“Good.”

I held him tighter and we started to roll over, but banged into the side of the bed. “Ouch.”

Dex chuckled. “Careful.”

I groaned. “As sexy as this is, I think we should get off the floor.”

“Why?”

“Because we’ve been traveling and sitting and standing all day. I was sore when we walked in the door, this isn’t helping.”

He poked me in the side, smiling. “You sound like an old woman, Becca.”

“I feel like one.”

“Well then, I have a solution.” He took my hand as he stood, pulling me up with him.

“Old-age home?”

“Much better.” His eyes twinkled and his lip curled. “Co-ed shower.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold on to you.”

“I bet.” I laughed as he tried to drag me to the bathroom and pull off my clothes at the same time. Dex was always so smooth and sexy; I enjoyed him not quite being able to manage a maneuver. Then I stopped and helped him, concerned he might rip something in his haste.

We made it into the bathroom without any damage and both stripped down quickly. The light wasn’t on, so the only illumination in the room was what came through the door. It felt romantic and I appreciated not having to look at myself under glaring whiteness.

The shower stall was large and glass-walled, with two showerheads, one on each wall. I twisted them both on full heat and stepped inside. Dex followed quickly, and I had a few seconds to enjoy the long, muscular stretch of his body, the width of his shoulders and what looked like miles of smooth skin.

He arched an eyebrow as he stepped under the spray with me. “Enjoying the view?”

I nodded. “I love looking at you.”

“And I love feeling your eyes on me.” His hand reached around to tug my hair free and then spread it over my shoulders where it darkened under the water.

“You spend all your life with eyes on you.”

“Not yours.”

“Are they different?”

“Better.”

I grinned and hugged him as steam surrounded us and the pounding of the water drowned out everything. A private oasis for two. Peaceful and soothing. But when my body pressed against his, I felt Dex’s arousal, long and thick between us, and peace was the last thing I wanted.

Feeling a wave of sex-fueled energy come over me, I grabbed the soap and lathered up my hands before running them down his chest. Dex’s eyes fluttered as my fingers slid over his pecs and flat nipples, down the ridges of his abs, and lower.

He scooped up some of the suds and returned the favor, slipping his hands over my shoulders and down my back. It was, strangely, more intimate than when we’d actually slept together. Even though I could barely see him in the steam and dark room, I felt bared to him in a new way. One that made me nervous, but I liked it.

When my hands encountered his slip hips, his lower body jerked, sending his erection against my palms. Shifting us so the spray could wash away the soap, I decided shower time was about to be over. Getting clean was now very low on my list of priorities.

I started pulling his face down to mine, gripping his shoulder with one hand while the other circled the base of his cock.

“That is even better than your eyes,” he said, voice husky.

“What?”

“Your hands. Your tiny little hands.”

I laughed. “They’re not tiny.”

“Yes, they are.”

“Shut up.”

“Kiss me again and I’ll never say another word about your wee little hands.”

I rolled my eyes and bit back a giggle, and then kissed him. It was soft at first, then harder. Our tongues tangled and twisted and teeth scraped. It was messy and hurried. Hungry.

“Christ, Becca,” he said, breathlessly after a long moment. “I need to have you. Right now.”

I buried my face against his chest, feeling it rise and fall as my fingers slid over his thickening flesh. “Not in here.”

“Why not?”

Looking up, I shoved down my desire in order to answer him. “We could slip. Or get burned. Or the shower might leak. Plus we don’t-”

Dex pressed a finger over my lips to stop me. “I get it,” he said sharply, but the look of affection on his face softened it. “Skip the list-making and come to bed.”

I just nodded. We turned off the water and, holding hands, made our way, dripping, across the tiled floor back to the bedroom.

Within a flash we were on the bed, arms back around each other, lips pressed together. I shivered a bit in the cool air on my wet skin, and Dex yanked at the blanket at the bottom of the bed, pulling it over us.

I smiled and tucked my body against his. “This is much better. And more comfortable.”

“True. Does that mean you just want to cuddle?”

“Not a chance.”

“Thank fuck for that, love. I need to be inside you.”

My heart thundered in my chest and my core clenched at his words. “Yes, please.”

Dex chuckled, and then kissed me on the neck, sliding slowly down my body as he rolled me over onto my back. When his face was even with my breasts he kissed the puckered tips of each one before drawing circles with his tongue on one and the tips of his on the other. He did that for a few moments and then switched sides, letting me feel the difference in pressure, moisture and intensity. My whole body quivered and my hips flexed, thighs spreading unconsciously, bidding him closer to where I wanted him – needed him – most.

He shifted positions, but didn’t stop. His waist rested in the cradle of my legs, and he reached down to stroke the wide expanse of my hip. “Shit, I love your body. So lush and full. Soft and responsive.”

That wasn’t exactly how I saw it, but I could appreciate his words. And couldn’t argue with the last part. Every bit of me responded to his touch. A finger on my lips sent sparks of pleasure down to my toes. A stroke on my skin went through to my bones.

“I can feel you disagreeing. Stop it. See yourself the way I see you. Feel how perfect and sexy you are.”

I started to speak, but his teeth circled my nipple and bit down gently. The only sound I made was a low moan.

“That’s my girl.” Dex released my breast and slid down further. His face lowered against my body, hair ticking at my belly. He used two fingers to spread me open, baring my moist heat to the air, and then covered me with his mouth.

My fingers fisted in the sheets and I bit down on my lower lip. “Dex…”

He didn’t speak, only flicked his tongue over the tiny bundle of nerves over my folds, and slid one thick finger inside me.

I groaned and tossed my head, back arching.

Dex made a pleased sound low in his throat and kept up the sweet, erotic torture, coaxing pleasure from my body easily, as if he knew every spot and speed and amount of pressure to drive me wild.

And as a quick, sharp climax ripped through me, wild is exactly what I was. A hoarse, strangled sound burst from my mouth and my body started undulating in time with the waves of ecstasy rolling through me.

It was as if every bit of tension and fear left hiding within me exploded out, pushed away by pleasure. I felt lighter down to my soul and couldn’t do anything but go with it, let it take me away.

But Dex wouldn’t let me depart the moment completely. His movement slowed, but didn’t cease. He touched me just enough to keep me grounded, aware that he was with me, taking me on this journey. There weren’t words to express how I felt, and he didn’t need them. My body, open and honest in a way I wasn’t capable of being, said everything. He rode out the orgasm with me, and when my eyes opened and looked down, his gaze was locked on my face, a look of wonder and pride across his.

I made a contented sound and had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Sorry, I got a little carried away there.”

He smiled. “It was wonderful.”

“Not for you.”

“Oh yes it was. Watching you come is amazing. But I am not entirely selfless. Nor am I anywhere close to being done with you tonight.”

“Really? Because I am kind of sleepy now.”

Dex grunted and reared up before coming down on top of me again, this time with his face next to mine. He nipped at my neck and lifted my legs up around his waist. “Not even close to done, Becca.”

I could feel the thick heat of him against my body and I smiled. “Maybe not too sleepy.”

“Good.” His hips rolled and he pressed against my damp folds. “Please tell me you can reach my trousers without leaving this bed.”

I reached out an arm. “Barely.”

“Good thing, because I need something in there and I don’t think I’m capable of letting you go right now.”

With a nod I grabbed the pants he’d shed, and reached into the pocket. I handed the foil packet over to him and in seconds he’d spread the condom over his length and was back in position, nudging the entrance of my sex with the blunt tip of his member.

“Sure you’re not too tired?”

I hissed and lifted my hips in response.

Dex chuckled and then pushed inside me, invading and filling slowly, but relentlessly.

Like the first time, it was a snug and deliciously aching fit. My body was as ready as possible, but Dex was a big boy all over. Taking him inside me was like being taken over by him. Consumed, I existed only as sensation, wild and beautiful. The feeling was addictive and I was happily hooked.

Dex brushed a lock of hair from my face and lowered his so we were close enough to kiss. But instead, he stayed there, breath puffing against my lips as our lower bodies moved in that ancient rhythm.

I lifted my head to kiss him, but he pulled back, whispering, “I just want to watch you.”

That was new and crazy and wonderful, too.

I nodded and wrapped my arms around him, sliding my hands down the length of his back, feeling his muscles clench and release as I went.

My touch seemed to inflame him, and Dex started driving into me deeper and harder, panting as he moved, but still watching my face with total attention. The scrutiny started to embarrass me a little. I wondered briefly if I was making a weird expression or if my wet hair looked stupid.

But then, as if he could tell I was drifting, Dex slipped a finger between us and rubbed at my clit while he drove in and out of me, banishing any semblance of thought from my head, filling the space with us. The feel of his skin against mine, the scent of soap and water. The soft sounds of our coupling, the heat stoking hotter and hotter deep within me.