Rock Harder: A Heavy Metal Romance (Slava Pasha Series Book 2)
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“What kind of show do you have going on?” Kelly asked as she leaned in closer to Damon. Feigning embarrassment, Damon chewed on his lower lip as though he were nervous and then ran a hand through his hair, flexing his biceps all the while. “We are putting on a concert. We are actually headlining with Dark Tide.” All of the ladies jaws dropped. You guys are in Slava Pasha?” Kelly gushed. Damon postured and flexed for Kelly allowing Ivan to answer. “Yeah, Katinka and Tosha are also in the band.” Ivan winked at the brunette across from him. Well I know these guys will be having a long night. I wasn’t even sure I would make it out of here on my own two feet.
Now that they had the girls further interested in them, Ivan and Damon entertained the ladies with stories of our travels as I sat back and drank, watching them. It was funny how women instantly become more attracted to you once they find out you have money and fame. I think the guys could have taken home their girls without the fame and money but I think they would have had to have worked harder. I didn’t hate the ladies for it though, but I still wasn’t any closer to understanding it.
Chapter Five
I woke up to a pounding headache and a warm body pressed up against mine. I fought to open my eyes. The last thing I remembered was having drinks with the guys at the bar with the Bachelorette party of women. I remembered Evie’s legs, her smile, and most definitely her laugh. Forcing my eyes open I looked down at the warm body pressed up against my front. A tangle of auburn locks fanned across the pillow. I let out a sigh of relief. As much as I wanted Evie, I didn’t want her to be just a piece of ass and I most definitely want to remember fucking her. The woman against me stirred. Her ass pressed up against my cock, causing it to stiffen. A groan escaped my lips.
She wiggled against me. I watched as she reached back behind her and grasped my cock. I let out a small moan of encouragement. Her delicate hands began to pump my shaft slowly. She turned in my arms and placed a soft kiss on my chest before lowering herself down under the blanket. She left a trail of wet kisses down my chest and across my abdomen. Her hair fanned out across my body, trailing behind her. I moaned louder as her delicate, wet lips found the head of my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip before flicking the underside with her tongue.
Her hand pumped my cock faster, up and down, in the perfect grip. Milking me with her hand, she teased me with her tongue, circling the head round and round and then flattening her tongue and swiping it across my slit. I rocked my hips in time with her pumps. It was nearly my undoing. I started running cords in my head, riffs I wanted to incorporate into songs. Anything to keep me from blowing my load during one of the best blow jobs of my life. I shuttered as her lips wrapped around the head and she pulled me deep into her throat. Instinctively I reached down and filled my hand with a mass of her hair. I used it to guide her mouth up and down my cock. Her hot wet mouth felt like heaven around my shaft.
I reached over to the nightstand with my free hand praying for a condom to be laying there. Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it. My hand landing on a condom confirmed it to be true. I pulled the condom off the table and dropped it beside me on the bed. I reached down and gripped both sides of her head and I rammed my cock down her throat. I felt her moan in excitement around my cock, the vibrations spurring me on. I fucked her mouth, ramming my cock down her throat as deep as I could with each thrust.
Loving the constriction of her throat around the head of my cock and the way she swirled her tongue around the tip when I withdrew. She moaned as I thrust in and out of that sweet, sweet mouth of hers. I felt her tap on my leg, three short taps, signaling she was through. Excitedly I pulled her up and off my cock and bent her over, on her knees with her ass in the air, her face shoved into the mattress. I gave her ass a playful smack then turned my attention to the condom. I rolled it on in a quick practiced move. Getting on my knees behind her I teased her opening with the tip of my cock and smacked her ass again.
She bucked against me eagerly, her pussy begging for my cock. I teased her some more, giving her just the tip before pulling out. I heard her groan in frustration. “Give it to me.” She demanded. Her voice muffled by the bed. “You want this hard cock” I goaded her. “Yes!” she pleaded her voice breathy in desperation. “Do you want it rough and hard?” I asked, praying for the answer to be yes. “God, Yes!” That was all it took. I rammed my cock deep into her wet pussy, straight to the hilt. I didn’t give her time to adjust to my size before I pulled out and rammed it back in her. She screamed out and bucked back against me, her enthusiasms spurring me on. I fisted her hair and shoved her face further into the mattress while I fucked her deep, hard, and fast, building momentum with each thrust.
I felt her pussy begin to clinch my cock and I knew that she would be coming soon. I thrust a few more times before the dam broke and her pussy began to spasm around my cock, her cum coating me, allowing me to get deeper inside of her. I fucked her harder, her pussy clinching my cock in a vice. I released her hair and smacked her ass one last time, hard, before I pulled out and came. I roared as my orgasm surged through me, filling the condom as I milked the last bit out with my hand.
I stood up from the bed on shaking legs, I felt like Bambi as I walked into the bathroom, staggered is more like it. Closing the door behind me, I locked it. I flushed the condom down the toilet and started the shower; one could never be too sure. Women were always throwing themselves at us, in hopes that we would forget to wear a rubber or that it would break and they would be the lucky one to carry our bank account in their womb. I never left anything to chance. There is nothing better than a good fuck first thing in the morning and then a piping hot shower. I’ve had a good romp, now all I needed is a hot shower and coffee, can’t forget the coffee. My hangover a memory of the past, she fucked it out of me. I stepped into the hot shower and washed the stink of the previous night away and the smell of sex. Hoping my room would be empty by the time I was done.
Seriously feeling the good juju of the day I hummed to myself as I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I took my time shaving and brushing my teeth, giving the woman in my bed ample time to escape. I hoped I had remembered to lock up my wallet and phone last night in my drunken’ stupor. I wrapped the towel around my waist, pulled back my shoulders and walked out of the bathroom. As luck would have it the room was empty. I glanced over to the bedside table and saw that both my wallet and phone were on it. I quickly walked over and checked the contents of my wallet; everything appeared to be there, untouched. I checked my phone and the password lock was still engaged. I let out a sigh of relief and placed my phone on the table. As I set it down it rang. Elena’s number flashed across the screen. I had eight missed calls from her and twenty seven unread text. I groaned and turned away. I walked to the closet and grabbed out a change of clothes.
I had just slipped on my shoes when I heard the knock at my door. I took a quick look around the room for anything out of place before I got up and looked out the peep hole, praying the woman that had just left hadn’t forgotten anything. Thankfully it was Katinka that stood there, her arms crossed in front of her. She did not look happy. I groaned in apprehension as I swung open the door. I pasted a bright smile on my face as I greeted her. “Myshka, what has you up so early?” Walking in, she shoved her hand in my face, signaling for me to shut it, like any intelligent man, I complied. I closed the door and followed her deeper into the room. “Nik, I’m in trouble.” Her eyes downcast, I saw the worry around her eyes and watched as her lip trembled. Without a second thought I reached down and swooped her into my arms, pulling her close into me. She wrapped her dainty arms around my neck and buried her face against me. I felt her hot tears splash against my chest. With her in my arms I walked her over to the bed and sat down.
Cradling her I rocked her back and forth, whispering soothing words in her ear. “Ves budet khorosho It will be okay.” She shook her head against my chest. “Ya pochinyu eto I will fix it.” “Net No!” she screamed. “You cannot fix it Nikoli
a!” “At least tell me what it is. I am blind here Tink. I need to know what’s going on!” I demanded, a bit harsher than I intended. My heart racing in my chest, Katinka was not an emotional creature by nature, but holding my crying sister and not knowing why or being able to help her hurt me more than anything. She sniffled, “I’m Pregnant.” Shocked, I stilled. I looked down at her in disbelief. Pregnant. I’m going to be an Uncle. My sister is going to have a baby!
Warmth ran across my body and squeezed my heart gently, my sister is pregnant. I’m going to be an Uncle. As the realization sunk into my brain I became elated. I sprang up from the bed, Katinka still in my arms. I crushed her to me in a tight embrace and then pulled her back away from me before setting her down to look her over. She didn’t look any different. I pulled her back into my arms for another crushing hug. Her arms flailing about in her attempt at trying to smack me away from her. I lifted her in the air and swung her around. “Katinka, I’m going to be an Uncle! You’re going to have a baby!” I cried out in absolute joy.
Katinka’s face pulled back in horror at my elation. “Put me down you creation!” Chuckling I complied and looked her over once more. “Do you know what this means, Tink?” I asked enthusiastically, completely mind numb to anything other than the fact that there was a tiny life growing in my sister’s belly and that it’s going to be my niece or nephew. “Nikolia, you are incredulous. Of course I know what this means. Tosh is going to be so upset. I cannot see how you are finding happiness in this.” I paled, her words shocking me sober. “What do you mean Tosh is going to be upset? About what exactly? He is the father, isn’t he?” I winced as she slapped my arm. “What the hell Nik? Of course he is the father.” Utterly confused as to her conclusion about Tosha. “Then why would he be upset? He should be happy. He should be bouncing of the GD walls.” I glared down at her, hoping to force her to explain why it is exactly she was worried about Tosha being upset about a child.
“When I had a feeling like I might be, well, you know. I asked Tosh what he thought about starting a family.” She shrugged defensively. “And, what did he say?” My body tight with tension, ready to pound Tosh’s face in. “He said he wanted to talk about it more when we were done with the tour. He said he wanted us to just focus on being together and getting through this.” Her head fell back and her eyes closed in defeat. “He wouldn’t even take the conversation any farther.” “Did you hint as to why you brought it up?” I hedged. Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed into cold slits as she stared at me. “No, you idiot, I just ran off to get a test. It said ‘Surprise, you have a bun in the fucking oven’.” Carefully inching myself toward her, as one would approach a wild animal, I grabbed her gently by the hand and lead her to the bed to sit beside me.
I knew I was having a lucky day so I thought I should push the envelope just a tad farther, praying this did not backfire on me. “Is that why you ordered a water last night?” Surprised, she looked up at me. “You noticed?” my jaw dropped in mock horror as I clutched my chest. “I am deeply wounded by your lack of confidence in me as an older brother.” Honestly I had just guessed it was her, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. She smacked at me, her lips curving up, giving away a small smile. “Tink, I know Tosh loves you. I know he would be crazy happy to start a family with you. I know that if I had a woman that was carrying my baby, I would want to know. Especially if it was someone I loved.
You don’t know why he wants to wait to discuss it. Maybe he is scared that you and he won’t want the same things.” She shrank back as though I had struck her. “You think he doesn’t want children? You think he will hate my baby?” She shrieked, she began to get to her feet. I grabbed her hands to keep them from flying toward my face and pulled her back down to the bed. I would never hit a woman, even if my life depended on it. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on her. I knew what I was about to tell her could possibly blow up in my face and she would possibly start swinging so I wanted to be safe from her claws.
“Tink, I have known Tosh my whole life, just as you have. I also know that he has, on several occasions mentioned that he wanted nothing more than to find ‘The One’ get married and start a family. You however, have always been adamant about never wanting to have kids. You have voiced on numerous occasions your loathing for children and how you never in your life wanted them. Have you ever once thought that maybe, just maybe, he is afraid to tell you that he wants a baby in fear that you will deny him? That it is safer to not discuss it than to hear the rejection of the possibility?” Her eyes lit with fire, her breathing labored. She glared up at me. I watched as her mouth worked, but nothing came out. I saw the flash in her eyes as what I was telling her finally sank in. She bowed her head in shame. I pulled her in closer to me and wrapped my arms around her. “Hey, I know that you said those things before because you were afraid of falling in love and you enjoyed your freedom. But Tosha has the right to know that you changed your mind.” I released her, giving her some space to think about what I said.
“I never wanted to get married or have a boyfriend either, but I not only dated Tosh, but I married him as well.” Tears began to trail down her cheeks. I released her hands and cradled her face in palm of my hands; I stroked my thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away the tears. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “Tink, I think you should give him a chance. I know you changed. I think he is just scared that you and he will not be on the same page. I know he will love this baby like crazy, if he doesn’t I WILL kill him.” The edges of her lips turned up. “I really want this baby, Nik.” “I really want this baby for you too. I can’t wait to be an uncle. You truly made my day.” She leaned in and wrapped me in a tight squeeze. “You know, you can be quite a pussy sometimes.” She said, poking me in the ribs. I scowled at her disapprovingly. “Hey, I am all that is man. Except when it comes to family, then I am all heart.” She beamed up at me. “Just like Daddy.” I smiled at her words. “I can only hope to be even a fraction of the man that Daddy was.” I pulled her into my chest and gave her a big hug. She startled in my embrace when someone knocked at the door.
Leaving her on the bed I got up and walked to the door, throwing it open. Tosha stood there at the door. His head bowed down, looking downtrodden. “Have you seen Tink?” I stepped back and motioned with my head toward the bed. Tosha’s eyes grew wide as he took in the red face and puffy eyes of his wife. “What’s going on? What did you do to her?” He accused. I shook my head in disbelief. “Go talk to her.” I walked to the bedside table, grabbing my wallet and phone and slipping them into my pocket. “Call me if you need me, for anything.” I told Tink as I walked out the door.
Chapter Six
Walking out of the hotel, I pulled out my phone and text Kevin. I wanted to talk to him about Evie, find out what he knew about her. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was torn between relief and disappointment about waking up with the redhead in my bed. I really needed to decide what I wanted. I either needed to let her go or try my luck and see where things go.
Nik: You guys make it here yet?
Kevin: Nah, We will be there tomorrow morning.
Nik: Met the woman that covered your show, Evie.
Kevin: Hot, isn’t she?
Nik: What’s her story?
Kevin: What happened to Elena?
Nik: … What’s the story with Evie?
Kevin: Hint taken. Not sure. Just met her the one time. Seems legit. Hot too.
Nik: She is hot as hell
Kevin: You staking claim?
Nik: Just curious about her
Kevin: SO I can ask her out when I get there?
Nik: Fuck off
Kevin: LOL That’s what I thought.
Kevin: Hitting last interview. See you tonight? Drinks?
Nik: I’ll pick you up at the airport
Kevin: See ya then
Nik: BTW Thx
Kevin: for?
Nik: The benefit shows
Kevin: That’s what family does
I didn’t think Evie had crawled so deeply under my skin until Kevin mentioned asking her out. I love him like a brother and would never let a woman come between us but he made my hackles rise with that comment. Looking at the time on my phone. Ten in the morning seemed like a good enough time to have a drink. Stuffing my phone in my pocket I took off walking down the sidewalk in search of a bar, ready to drown my sorrows.
My hands shoved in my pockets, I walked the streets of London, my feet carrying me aimlessly through the bustling streets. I let my mind drift to thoughts of Elena. I couldn’t understand how I had misinterpreted the entire relationship. How I could have missed the fact that she was married. Why had it never struck me as odd that she never wanted to go back to her place, always to a hotel? How she never wanted to go out in public, not even for dinner or drinks. The odd times that she could take phone calls. I was so trusting. I never questioned anything. I was just so happy to have someone to share my life with that I didn’t think was out for my money or fame. I can’t believe how stupidly wrong I was.
Lost in my thought and self-loathing I was startled when I felt a hand slip around my arm. I came to an abrupt stop and looked down at my side. There smiling up at me was Evie, her long blond hair flowing behind her, bright blue eyes shining it mirth. She was wearing a bright yellow flowing sundress that cinched at her waist with a bright red belt; the color of the dress highlighted her golden locks of her hair. The skirt of her dress billowed out around her legs; she paired the ensemble with a pair of bright red pumps. She was breathtaking. She made me think of bright sunshine and radiated happiness. “Hey, stranger, what are you doing out here with us commoners?” Her eyes flashed with the humor that matched her tone. My lips tugged up at the corners as I gave her a lopsided smile. I placed my free hand on her hand that was wrapped around my bicep, enjoying the comfort of the warmth that spread up my arm. “I was out here looking for a damsel in distress, are you in distress milady?” she placed her free hand on our growing pile of hands and leaned into me, resting her head on my bicep as she looked up at me and batted her lashes. “Yes, I am in quite distress. I am all alone out here on the scary streets of London. I am in desperate need of a companion.” The amusement in her voice warmed me. I loved how carefree and bubbly she was. I chuckled and flashed another lopsided smile. I began leading her down the busy street; she followed along eagerly, her long legs keeping in stride with mine. “I offer you my services, milady. I am here to serve you.” She looked up and me and gave me the brightest smile. I felt myself smiling down at her like an idiot. There was something about her that made me a complete idiot, unable to wipe the smile off my face. I loved how she made me feel.