Rock Star Romance Ultimate Volume 2

by Mankin, Michelle

  NOT LIKE HIM

  Memphis

  I wake up, seeing mads looking at me funny, and not funny as in ha, ha either. She looks kind of pissed. I look around for Tally, who is curled up at the foot of the bed in a little ball, sound asleep. Crap, I fell asleep in their room.

  “Don’t be like him, Memphis,” Madison says quietly.

  “Huh?”

  “Like Dad.”

  “You serious right now, Mads?” I’m beyond pissed right now and in some serious fucking pain. Then I sit up quietly and shake the urge to pat POW! She’s got to be drained, too.

  Mads puts her finger over her lips, telling me to be quiet and nods to the door.

  Begrudgingly, I walk out and stop when she walks out the door.

  “Why was the door locked?” She sneers.

  “How the hell do I know?” I ask.

  “She deserves more. She is kind and—”

  “Why don’t you just ask me what it is you’ve already got concocted up in that head, Mads?”

  “Have you slept with her?” she spits out.

  “You know we’ve slept together. She’s in there now, sleeping,” I emphasize the word sleeping.

  “You know what I mean, Memphis,” she says in an angry, yet sad tone. “Did you fuck Tally?”

  “No.” She looks at me like I’m full of shit. “Never been a liar, Madison, and again, no, I haven’t fucked, banged, stuck my dick in her—”

  “Fine,” she says, shaking her head. “Now answer one more question.”

  “Then you’ll leave me alone about it, Mads. Not another word, understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then shoot.”

  “Do you wanna?”

  “Fuck, yes,” I say without hesitation. “She’s beautiful and good and—”

  “She’s good; don’t forget that.”

  “Never could. Now how about you answer me a question?”

  “Shoot,” she throws my word back at me.

  “Which one of my band mates do you wanna fuck?”

  “Every single one of them.” There is no hesitation in her answer, and it’s like a knife to the gut. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the honest answer to, Memphis.”

  “Lose the ’tude, Gertrude. I am warning you now: you fuck one and I am going through your high school yearbook and banging every bitch in it.” I grab the back of her head, pull it toward me, and give her a loud, sloppy kiss because I know she hates it. Then I walk away.

  “Pig.”

  “Oink, oink, Mads. Oink fucking oink,” I say as I think, just like Dad. “Now feed me. I’m fucking starving.”

  I walk around the corner, where Mom eyes me suspiciously. “Good evening, beautiful lady.” I give her a one-armed hug and kiss her cheek.

  “Did you have a nice nap?” she asks, giving me the mom eye. It’s like the stink eye, but for moms.

  “Yes. And, Mom, I’m not banging Tales.”

  “Sit and eat,” she says, wiping her hands on the kitchen towel. “No more talk like that, and be nice to your sister.”

  “She started it.” I know I’m whining, and when I hear snickering and look over, I see the entire band trying not to laugh. “Mind your business.”

  Tales is quiet when she and Madison walk out. She’s even more off than she was before. I promised I wouldn’t say anything to Madison, but I hoped she would. Girls need to talk to each other and shit.

  After dinner, I get another pill, which makes me really tired immediately. When no one is looking, Tales sets a bottle of water beside me, not just once, but three times. I give her a wink. She looks around to make sure no one sees it, and then we go about our business.

  Our business is kind of boring in all actuality. Finn is spending most of his time hunched over a notebook, writing, and Billy is playing guitar. He’s not bad at it, either. River—well, River is like a little cockroach. He scurries away when Mom walks in a room, like she’s a damn burst of light, and trust me, she’s not. She is all gloom and doom, and when I get ahold of that motherfucker, he’s gonna see darkness for sure. Mads and Tales talk. Well, Mads talks; Tales interjects once in a while. As much as I strain to hear what is being said, I can’t. Then I fall asleep.

  ***

  I wake up in my room, where Tales is standing beside the bed, looking at me.

  “You taking a walk again, Tallia?”

  She shakes her head and pulls her nightshirt over her head.

  “You know what you’re asking for?” I ask as my dick hardens immediately.

  She nods and drops her shorts.

  “Say something so I know for damn sure you’re awake, sweet cheeks.”

  With her voice full of desire, she asks, “Do you have a condom?”

  “Would it offend you if I said I had enough to last for a long fucking time?”

  She shakes her head, crawling up onto the foot of the bed as I reach over and grab a condom out of the nightstand.

  I rip it open with my teeth and roll it on.

  “You sleep naked all the time?” she asks as she straddles my thighs.

  “Only when I know there is something I want that wants me as badly.”

  “Right,” she says as she reaches up and takes me in her hands.

  “This isn’t how I wanna rock with you, Tales. I want a little more control.”

  “You want me to stop?” she asks as she strokes me.

  Teasing, taunting, and not at all the Tally I knew growing up, but she is not a kid anymore. She is all woman.

  I sit up and grab her hair, tugging it so Emerald City is shining in the moonlight coming through the window. I kiss her, lick her, and like always, she tastes addictive, more so every time.

  I let go of her hair in favor of gripping her ass and pulling her up against me. “My show, Tales. I’m gonna rock you my way.”

  “Please,” she says, wrapping her legs around me, and then her hands fist in my hair.

  I love and hate this. I want her on her back. I want her on the wall. I want her ass in both my fucking hands. Right now, though, I’ll take her any way I can get her.

  I reach between us and rub my cock against her hot, soaked opening and push in.

  “Fuck!” I roar. “Fuck fuckity fucking shit, you’re tight, Tally. So fucking tight.”

  She doesn’t say anything, only bites my shoulder as I push in more. “Fuck, I need like a shoehorn or some motherfucking—”

  “More,” she says, and hell yes, I give her more.

  Her body shakes as she bites down harder.

  “Sweet cheeks, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re soaked, I wrapped, and—”

  “More,” she growls at me.

  I push in farther, then reach between us and play with her clit. She pushes against me and whimpers.

  “Memphis, please just—”

  I grip her ass, flip her over, and I know I am smashing her into the sheets until I can get my good arm to hold my weight.

  “Three, two …” I can’t take it anymore. I want in, and I take it.

  She cries out my name as if singing praises to the stars.

  “You okay?”

  “No. God, it’s...it’s …”

  “Yours, Tales.” I roll my hips, stretching her because she is so tight I am ready to burst from days of need and the pressure. “Relax, sweet cheeks. Feel; don’t think.”

  I’m fucking this up. She is inexperienced, and the only foreplay I performed was this afternoon.

  I roll to my side and bring her leg over my hip. “Sorry.” I kiss her neck, her cheeks, and then her mouth. I suck on her tongue, reaching around to grip her ass. I spread her wide, and thank fuck she’s flexible. I rub my finger around the back entrance of her pussy, and she moans.

  “Good, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.” She kisses me now, sucking my tongue like she did my cock earlier.

  I grip her ass and guide it back and forth slowly, making sure not to give her too much or too little. Her muscles inside relax as I begin to
thrust in and out, taking her further when I feel she’s ready.

  “That’s so fucking good, Tallia. So. Fucking. Good.” My dick is now sliding in and out easily as I fuck her slowly, but still give it to her hard.

  “Yes,” she moans. “Oh, yes.”

  I love the sounds she makes when I am almost all the way in. It’s like I am stealing her breath.

  “Take me how you want me, Memphis. I want you to.”

  “I’ll take it just like this. Fuck, Tales, my jam is usually harder, faster, but this, this is fucking heaven. I am inside the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever feel. You … Fuck, Tales, you are the closest thing to—”

  “Oh, God.”

  I feel her walls contract and squeeze me.

  “Come for me, Tales. Come for me now and then do it again.”

  We rock, we sway, we stop, we kiss, and then we start all over again.

  “I don’t ever want out. I’m in so deep, I don’t ever want out.”

  Gently, she pushes me so I roll to my back, and she follows, my dick never leaving her. I have one hand behind me, resting on a pillow, and the other spreading her so I can see her tight, little pussy milking my cock.

  I run my thumb between her folds and press her little, pink clit. She whimpers, so I do it again and again. Each time, she rides me harder and faster until she is finally exhausted. Then she leans down, and I cup her perfect little B cups and bounce her up and down. I pinch her nipple, and she grips my hand with both of hers, holding on as she falls apart on top of me.

  “Can’t hold back when you’re riding me like that, Tales,” I warn her. “I’m gonna come, Tales.”

  “Me, too,” she pants. “Oh, God, again.”

  My cock twitches, and I grunt as the force of my orgasm sends aftershocks through her. “Fuck. Oh, yeah, fuck!”

  I slowly bring her down onto me. She lies there, head to chest, bodies moist with sweat, and panting like we just ran a 5K.

  “Best I ever had, Tales.” If I had a gold star to give her I would.

  “You, too,” she pants.

  After a few minutes, she tries to sit up, but I hold her down.

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No, just stay right like that,” I don’t want her to leave.

  “Okay.”

  ***

  I wake up to pain and an empty bed. She wore my ass out, and I liked it. She gave me the pill Mom left on my nightstand after round two. Either she was too exhausted to deal with me or she knew I was in pain before I did. Either way, I had Tallia Annabelle Priest for two rounds, the second even better than the first. And right now, I am waiting for round three. Maybe the boys will take Mom and Madison out on the boat again.

  I grab my phone and shoot her a text.

  Good morning, sweet cheeks. When can you come back in here? I miss your ass already.

  Then I put a flower emoji and hit send.

  I hear a phone sound off, sit up, and look across the bed. Her phone is on my nightstand.

  I laugh because I now have even more confirmation that I indeed fucked her brains out last night.

  I get up and decide to take a shower, secretly hoping she comes in to get her phone and decides to join me.

  After the disappointing shower, I walk out into the great room where Mom is sitting on the couch.

  “No, I don’t want to discuss it. The kids know, Dale. I won’t pretend anymore, okay?” I hear him yelling and want to tear his head off, but Mom is being so strong. “Well, I’m pretty sure our son and Tally have something going on.” His voice is loud again; however, I can’t hear a damn thing he’s saying. “Really, Dale? Is that all you care about, you self-centered, self-indulgent, prick? You know what? Screw you. You go right ahead and live whatever way you want. I’ll continue taking care of the two people who matter the most to me.” I hear him cut her off. “I’m done lying for you. You made your bed; now lie in it.” She hangs up, then pulls her knees up and hugs them as she cries softly into them.

  “Mom?” She jumps at my voice and looks up, startled. “You okay?”

  “Sorry you had to hear that.”

  “No, I’m sorry you’re going through this.” I sit next to her on her right and wrap my arm around her, hugging her. “Fuck him. He never believed in me, anyway. I will take care of all of us, you understand?”

  “I’m your mom; it’s my job to take care of—”

  “You take care of you. I’ve got the rest. Things are changing. I’ve got us now.”

  We sit for a while, and as much as I want to tear Dad’s head the fuck off for doing this to her, I want more to become the man she raised. And she didn’t raise a fucking piece of shit. She raised me.

  “Morning,” Madison says as she walks out and looks around.

  “I’m gonna have breakfast delivered.” I grab the phone from my pocket and dial the staff number. “Morning, sunshine,” I greet over the phone. “How about breakfast for seven? Starving—”

  “Six,” Madison whispers.

  “Yes, seven.” I look at Mads, wondering how the hell she graduated when she can’t add for shit.

  “Tally left this morning, so six,” she says, rubbing her eyes.

  “Ha, ha. Very—”

  “She did,” Mom whispers. “She didn’t tell you?”

  “Six,” I say with more of a bite than intended. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  I hang up and try to take slow breaths, count some fucking stars, look off into the distance, anything that will calm me down, but I am pissed.

  “Are you pissed?” Madison looks a bit shocked.

  I shake my head. “Just think it’s odd she didn’t say goodbye.”

  Mads yawns. “She didn’t want to wake you.”

  “She left her phone,” I say, knowing it comes off pissy.

  “You also know how she hates to feel like a charity case.”

  “Why the hell would she feel like a charity case? And is she that fucking stupid that she’d travel without a fucking phone? She’s a fucking girl, by herself, no phone and—”

  “She grabbed one of those pre-pays on the way. Chill out.”

  Chill out? Are you fucking kidding me? Chill out?

  This is what devastation feels like; this is how Tally makes me feel and how I feel for her. This is how you’re supposed to feel, and those other women meant nothing.

  How am I going to be better than my dad and get Tally to understand?

  Fuck, she better not have used me. Would Tally do that shit? Why the fuck would I question it, she’s not here now. She didn’t even say goodbye for fuck sake.

  “I need a pill.” I need the shit in my head to go away.

  “You need to eat something first,” my mother scolds.

  “Right. Fine. And when is my doctor’s appointment? ’Cause I also need to get back to work. I have a tour to prepare for.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  * * *

  THE RETURN

  Tallia

  A week after I returned was the first time I heard from Memphis. He told me he was on his way home, and we needed to chat. I told him we didn’t, and he needed to shine. I threw my phone away the next day and got a new one. No, I couldn’t afford it, but it wasn’t an indulgence, either; it was a necessity.

  Necessities should also be categorized. Although I needed new ballet slippers because mine were so terribly worn that my feet ached, I needed a thirty dollar pre-pay more. The soul’s health was much more important than the feet’s. Feet don’t take as long to heal.

  A week after his first call, he showed up at the old apartment. He was angry, so angry at me, and I tried so hard to make him understand that I left for him. I wanted him to focus on his career, but he didn’t buy it and demanded an explanation. When I wouldn’t give him that, he took something else—my lips.

  I have decided lips are even more intimate than a vagina. His kiss was impossible to pull away from, so I didn’t. He did, and then he told me when I came to my eff’ing senses to call hi
m, because he hadn’t changed his fucking number.

  I smiled and hugged him. “Soar, Memphis,” I whispered, then turned and walked into the apartment, leaving him in the hall.

  He banged on the door for a good ten minutes, and I fell to my knees and cried.

  Crying is soul cleansing. Well, ugly crying like I did is soul and sinus cleansing, though not something anyone should ever do in front of another human being they love or want to return your love.

  A week later, he called my new number from Madison’s phone.

  “Tell me what the fuck I did. You owe me that much.”

  My response: “I owe you even more than I can ever give you, Memphis. Forget about me. Move on knowing I will always have a little girl crush on the boy next door. Soar, Memphis.”

  Apparently, that made him angry. He tried to call back several times, and he left messages, a lot of them. Each one made me cry, each breaking my spirit, and each making me realize that Karma really is a bitch.

  A day later, I am walking around the corner to my apartment, and he is leaning against the brick wall.

  I force sunshine. I smile. I dig down deep and do what I was raised to do: be polite, be kind, and be a good girl.

  “My hand is healing.” He pushes off the wall. “I can use it now.”

  “I knew it would. That’s a God-given talent you have.” I smile, though the threat of tears is burning my chest and moving up my throat.

  “You aren’t talking to Madison anymore, either?” he says, as his eyes rake my body from head to toe.

  I swallow down my tears and give him more sunshine. “Just been busy.”

  He looks in my eyes. “What the hell happened? For the life of me, I can’t figure it out. Did you not come to my bed, strip naked, and fucking climb me, basically begging for my cock? Tell me, what the fuck did I do?” He beats his left hand against his chest, and I see the pain it causes him. He yells again, “Tell me, goddamn you!”

  He draws his fist back as if he’s going to strike the brick wall, and I yell, “No!” Then I grab it and cry.

  “Tales, come the fuck on. Talk to me.”

  I strangle the sob and shake my head, releasing his hand. That’s when he grabs my face and pulls it to his.