Rock Harder: A Heavy Metal Romance (Slava Pasha Series Book 2)

by A. D. Herrick

  I gave my cock a few more tugs before I climbed out of the tub and stalked toward her, her back to me as she toweled herself off. I grabbed her from behind, spinning her in to my arms, her eyes wide with shock which quickly glazed over to desire. I wrapped her in my arms and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped as our lips crashed together, allowing me entrance. My tongue darted out, swiping across her lower lip teasing her. She moaned against my lips, her tongue sweeping out to meet mine. I followed her tongue into my mouth, caressing it with mine as she deepened the kiss, fighting for dominance. Her hands came around my neck, one cupping the back of my neck while the other fisted the back of my hair. I hated the man bun in this moment. I longed to have her hands fisting my hair.

  I wrapped one arm around her back and the other around her ass, fulling my palm full of the soft flesh. She had the perfect amount of ass. Not too little and not too much, just enough to fill my hand. A throat clearing caused us to jump apart. Evie wiped her lips wit the back of her hand, her cheeks flush with color. I bit my lip to avoid laughing. Bending down I snatched up a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I looked up and caught Sasha staring at my now covered cock. Feeling the weight of my eyes on her she snapped to attention, looking up but avoiding my eyes. “If you will both follow me. Tiffany and Nathan are ready to give you your body scrubs. I arched an eyebrow up in question at Evie. She just smiled pulled on her robe and nodded her head toward mine, silently asking me to hurry. I tossed the robe over my shoulders, the soft cotton absorbing the moisture off my skin; I turned to follow Evie and Sasha.

  We were lead into a room that was adjoined to the soak room. “As requested your Sea Salt scrub and ocean therapy wraps are ready for you. You can rinse off in the showers and climb on to the tables, there is a towel on the table to cover your intimate parts. There is also champagne and fruit on the table. Please help yourselves. Just ring the bell when you are ready and Tiffany and Nathan will be right with you.” A wide smile split my face at the thought of getting Evie in the shower. “Thank you.” I replied quickly. Sasha spun on her heels, hiding the knowing look that had crossed her face and exited the room. I picked up Evie and tossed her over my shoulder. She squealed in shock. I swatted her ass. “Hush woman.” She giggled and swatted my ass. “You’re such a caveman.” I carried her over to the shower, lowering her to the floor so I could turn on the water. “I have heard that a time or two.” She playfully swatted my arm. I tugged off my robe letting it drop to the floor, Evie followed suit. I tested the water before dragging her in behind me.

  I pulled her into my arms and backed her into the wall. Pinning her arms above her head I crushed my lips to hers, kissing her passionately. “Now, where were we?” I asked against her lips. She let out a moan, hiking her leg up and wrapping it around my waist, pulling me in closer. My hard cock pressed against her wet center. I moaned against her lips. “We have to rinse off before we get busted again.” I said breaking our kiss and pressing my forehead against hers. “Just a little longer.” She begged poking her lower lips out in an over exaggerated pout.

  I took her lower lip between my teeth and nibbled. Releasing her hands I reached around and cupped her ass in both of my hands, pulling her wet core against my cock. She moaned and wrapped her arms around me, gripping my ass; she rubbed her smooth wet pussy against my cock slowly. A strangled moan escaped my lips as I thrust to meet her hip, pinning my cock between us. “You will be the death of me.” I moaned. She leaned in and kissed my chin. Her lips left a trail of kisses down my neck. She dropped her leg and pulled my hands from her ass, placing them on the wall behind her. “Stay still and don’t move an inch.” I bobbed my head in agreeance, unable to speak. She placed her hands on my hips and began to kiss a trail down my chest. Her hands slowly going to my thighs. I shook my head, silently begging her to stop. “Shhh…” she whispered. “Please.” I begged. “Don’t move.” She dropped to her knees, her lips kissing farther south, down past my naval. I tried to pull away, her hands gripped around my thighs, holding me in place. “Don’t move.” She demanded in a hushed whisper. I groaned in defeat as her lips found my cock. Feathering kisses along the head. I sucked in a tight breath. My body stilled as her lips and tongue explored my cock.

  Her name repeated like a mantra over and over, whispering across my lips. I jolted as she sucked my cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking and rolling across the tip. My knuckles were white as my hands remained glued to the tiled wall. I felt my hips pumping in time with her lips as she bobbed along my cock. Taking me deep into her throat. She worked me over, taking me deeper and deeper and then pulling back and swirling her tongue around the tip. I felt my balls draw up and pull deep in my stomach. I was going to cum. “Evie, stop… please…” she moaned around my cock sending a shiver up my spine. I released the wall and gripped her shoulder in an attempt to pull her off my cock before I exploded in her mouth. She resisted me, her nails digging into the soft flesh of my legs as she held firmly. “Mmmm mmmm…” The vibrations drawing my balls even tighter. I gave up my pursuit of pulling her off me and placed my hands back on the wall for support. Bright white spots danced behind my eyes as I exploded deep in her mouth. Evie licked and sucked every last drop out of my cock, draining me dry. She released my cock with a wet pop from her mouth. I dropped to my knees in front of her. Taking her into my arms, I kissed her sweet dirty mouth.

  Her hands came around my neck pulling me into her. Our tongues stroking and caressing one another’s, teeth clashing. I pulled away and nipped at her lower lip ending the kiss before we got too carried away again; I pulled away and stood up on shaking legs. I put my hand out and helped her up. “My god woman! Where have you been all my life?” She chuckled and dipped her head embarrassed. Her long blonde locks covering her face. I cupped her face in my palm and tilted it up, forcing her to meet my gaze. I swept her hair back and tucked the wet strands behind her ear. I leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss. ”I’m serious.” She caressed my cheek with the back of her hand. “I have obviously been waiting for you, slow poke.” I swatted her ass playfully. “We better rinse off and ring the bell. They may not let us back if they think we are up to no good.” I winked at her. She smiled and gave my ass a little pinch, causing me to jump, she bust out in a fit of giggles. “I suppose you are right.” She laughed. I helped her rinse off and then wrapped her in a towel. As I was toweling off she walked over and poured us both a glass of champagne.

  After enjoying a glass of champagne and feeding one another sweet pieces of fruit. We eventually found ourselves lying on the beds, our heads turned so we could stare at one another, in comfortable silence, while Nathan and Tiffany rubbed, scrubbed and buffed our bodies before rinsing and wrapping us in seaweed before leaving us to soak in the slimy wrap. “You look like the creature from Swamp Thing.” Evie giggle. “Hey, I make a sexy Swamp thing.” I poked my lip out and pouted. Evie cracked up in a fit of giggles. “Yes, so manly and strong, Nicky.” “You’re such a meanie face.” I pretended to whine. “You look pretty sexy in a seaweed wrap. I can see every detail of your sexy curves.” Evie flushed red and looked away. “Oh, come on, you have got to know how gorgeous you are.” The words poured out of me with no filter. “Oh, Hush Nik.” “I’ll hush, but it won’t stop me from thinking it.” She turned back to face me. “You don’t have to flatter me to get in my pants.” My eyes widened with her bluntness. “Evie, might I remind you that you’re not wearing any pants.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Okay, you love birds, are you ready for your facial masks?” Tiffany called out as she and Nathan entered the room. “Facial masks?” I turned a questioning eye to Evie. She broke out in a full belly laugh. “Yes, facial masks.” “You are a cruel woman.” Evie wrinkled her nose at me and shook her head. “No, I am a super sweet woman. Trust me, you will love it.” I arched an eyebrow in doubt and pursed my lips. “Just shut up and take it like a man.” Evie chided. I shrugged. “Okay, Tiffany, Give me your best shot, but on one condition.” Evie’s eyes fell to mi
ne, I could see the questioning in her eyes, she chewed on her lip nervously. “What’s that lad?” Tiffany asked cheerily. “You have to take our picture together after we are all done.” Evie’s mouth dropped open. “Nicky, No!” She screeched. “Oh yes, Pumpkin. That’s part of the package.” I winked at her and poked my tongue out between my teeth. Horror covered her face as she realized I wasn’t joking. Tiffany and Nathan chuckled at our banter. “Okay lad. We can set you up for a picture.” I nodded my head at Tiffany. “My phone is in my pants pocket.” I winked at Tiffany.

  Nathan and Tiffany covered our faces in a thick green clay mask they said was made from clay, volcanic rock and seaweed. It smelled earthy and salty but clean. They covered our eyes with cucumber slices. “I will be right back.” Tiffany called out cheerily. “Nicky, I will get you back for this.” Evie threatened. I lay back against the table and basked in my triumph. “Oh, Evie, just relax. You are about to have your picture taken with a sexy Swamp man.” I heard her try to stifle a giggle. I knew she couldn’t stay mad at me. I couldn’t help but to goad her on. “I can’t wait to frame the picture and set it on my bedside table. I think we make a cute swamp couple.” Her giggles grew louder. “Nicky, you are incorrigible.” I smiled to myself. “I’ve been called worse, babe.”

  Tiffany announced her arrival talking excitedly with Nathan about taking our picture. I gave her the pass code to access the phones features. She and Nathan propped Evie and I beside one another, Evie’s weight was comforting as she leaned against me, the cucumbers blocking our sight. After a few minutes of shuffling around I head Tiffany and Nathan laughing uncontrollably. My stomach dropped in dread, silently praying that I had not just signed my death warrant and that the pictures wouldn’t end up on the cover of some rag magazine. Nathan came and moved us around a few more times before Tiffany declared us finished. Relief flooded through me. “Nicky, you will pay for this.” Evie reminded me, though her voice was filled with humor. I gave a nervous chuckle. “I think I already am.” “Oh, relax you two. This is going to be great fun for you both to look back on.” Excitement at the thought of looking at the pictures with Evie coursed through me. Perhaps we could grab a drink after this and look at them together. “Nicky, after our spa treatments, let’s go back to my place. I am going to make your dreams come true. I have a perfect frame for your picture.” Evie giggled as she joshed me. I teasingly groaned. Her playfulness tugged at my heart strings, compounding on all of the amazing things about her.

  Nathan and Tiffany unwrapped us from our seaweed cocoon and cleared away our facial masks, turning Evie and I loose in the steam room while they prepared the tables for our hot stone massage. With a towel around my waist and Evie’s around her waist I sat on the wooden bench as Evie lay on her back, her head in my lap. I ran my fingers through her hair, fanning her locks out across my lap. “How do you feel?” I smiled down at her. “I feel very relaxed.” She smiled widely. “I told ya.” I gave a soft chuckle. “Yes, you did.” Evie turned on her side to face me.” You’re not half bad Nicky.” I shook my head and smirked. “Nicky, huh? You seem to take a liking to calling me that.” She nodded her head. “Yeah, Nicky seems to fit you.” I ran the back of my knuckles along her cheek. “No one has ever called me Nicky before.” She wrinkled her nose and nibbled her bottom lip in thought, her lips curved up at the sides. “Well good. Let’s keep it that way. Only I am allowed to call you Nicky.” I winked at her, offering her a lopsided grin. “You got it Pumpkin.” She let out a disgusted groan. “Anything but Pumpkin.” I chuckled. I will work on it.

  Tiffany came to summon us from the steam room, letting us know that it was time for our massages. Eager to get on the table I lifted Evie up in my arms and carried her out of the sauna and into the room. Her tiny frame curled in my arms as I walked her to the table set up for her. “Take good care of her Nathan.” I called over to him from over my shoulder as I deposited Evie on the table. I turned and hopped up on my own table, whipping my towel off and tossing it across the room. I lay down on the table ready to be rubbed down. “Hit me with your best shot Tiff.”

  Tiffany was a tiny woman, she reminded me of Katinka, dainty and small like a fairy. That being said, that woman’s hands worked my body over as though she were a six hundred pound body builder. She flipped, stretched, kneaded, pulled, and worked me over like I had never been worked over before. I felt like my body had been put through the wringer and shaken out. “Tiffany, where the hell are you hiding all of that strength?” I asked amazed. She just laughed and swatted me on the shoulder. “How do you feel?” I rolled my shoulders and my neck. “I don’t feel like this is even my body. I feel amazing!” She just laughed. “I am glad you enjoyed it. Don’t forget to drink plenty of water” “I guess I get to be the barer of bad news.” Nathan chimed in. My eyes quickly shot to him. “What bad news?” Evie ducked her head, trying to hide a knowing smile. “Nik, you will come with me and Evie is going with Tiffany. You will be doing your salon services separately.” I scrunched my nose up. “Okay.” I said defeated. I slipped my robe and slippers on and followed Nathan out the door, leaving Evie in the care of Tiffany.

  Chapter Eight

  I followed Nathan to the salon section of the spa. Anne stood waiting for me at the barber’s chair. My eyebrows shot up into my hair line. Her lips were pressed in a tight fine line, displaying her distaste. “Anne.” I tipped my head in greeting. “Sit Nik.” She demanded, her voice firm. I scurried over to the chair and sat. I turned to see Nathan’s retreating form. The bastard left me alone. I couldn’t blame him though. Anne scared the shit out of me. Anne tugged the hair tie from my hair roughly. “Hey” I cried as I reached back to massage my scalp. She swatted my hand away. “Quit being a baby, Nik.” My shoulders slumped in defeat. Ann wrapped a cape around me and fastened it at the neck.

  “Why do you have long hair?” Anne asked deadpan. I shrugged my shoulders, searching for an answer that would please her. I honestly didn’t know why I kept my hair long. As teenagers we all had long hair, it went with being a rocker. As we got older they guys had cut their hair one by one, until I was the only one left with long hair. “It’s just always been long since I was a teen.” Anne tsked in disapproval of my answer. “Nik, do you like looking homeless?” I gasped at her bluntness. “Anne, I do not look homeless.” Anne cocked her head and glared at me in the mirror. “You look homeless, Nikolia.” Her tone antagonistic. My head fell back in despair. “Do what you must to make me presentable to human kind, Anne.” I said gloomily, defeated by this woman. Anne perked up as I relinquished control to her. For the first time I saw her smile. I was taken aback at the way her smile transformed her face, the lines softened, her eyes lit up and made her look ten years younger. Anne was actually a strikingly beautiful woman when she wasn’t glaring in contempt.

  I kept my eyes sealed tight as Anne worked her magic. I cringed as I heard the snip, snip of the scissors. I felt my head get lighter and lighter as Anne cut away at my hair. It felt as though I were not only shedding my hair but parts of me. I tried to focus on all of the positive things. I tried to imagine the surprise on Evie’s face when she would see me again with my hair gone. I hoped she would like it. For some reason her opinion mattered to me. The woman has crawled under my skin in less than twenty-four hours. I tensed up when I heard the buzz of the clippers start. I silently prayed that Anne would at least leave something on my head.

  Anne spun my chair around, my back to the mirror as she took the clippers to my head. She hummed as she worked, her voice was surprisingly good. I recognized the tune of the song she hummed. I sang along while she hummed, I cracked open an eye and caught her smiling as she continued to hum. “A change would do you good…” she winked at me when she caught me watching her, continuing her work on my hair.

  It felt like I had been in the chair for hours. Finally, Anna brushed off my shoulders and took off the cape she had draped around me. “Alight Nik, off we go to get a shampoo and a shave.” I nodded in agreement, eag
er to stretch my legs. They had grown stiff from sitting in the chair for so long. I stood up and followed behind Anne, her heels clicking on the hard tile floor, as she walked across the room to the shampoo station. I sat in the chair reluctantly. The short walk had not been enough to work the stiffness out of my back and legs, one of the downsides of getting older. A massage turns you into putty and then you sit still for an hour and everything seizes up.

  I leaned back in the chair as Anne’s hands felt like absolute heaven on my scalp. She massaged and scratched all of the right places. I couldn’t fight back the moan that escaped my lips if I tried. I heard Anne laugh, the tinkling sound was music to my ears. “Can I take you on tour and keep you for all of my hair washing needs?” Anne let out a girlish giggle. “No Nik, I am afraid you cannot.” I groaned out my disappointment. “That’s a shame. I could seriously get used to this.” I felt Anne ruffle my hair. “Oh Nik, you can come back any time. You probably need to anyways so I can keep you looking like a respectable man.” Her tone was teasing but I could hear the seriousness that lay underneath. She honestly felt that my hair had previously screamed homeless.

  Anne wrapped my head in a towel and began lathering my face in a thick shaving cream. The smell of citrus and basil assaulted my senses. I breathed in deeply, inhaling the clean crisp scent. “You like the smell?” Anne asked curiously. “Yeah, I actually do.” I smiled. I was happy that Anne and I had come around to friendly terms, there is no telling what she would have done to me had I not acquiesced. “I will bag some up for you. Maybe the smell will remind you to keep up with your hair.” Anne teased. I smirked, at her jocoseness. “Now hold still so I don’t cut your smug ass.” Anne barked. I held up my hand, halting her, as my body racked with laughter. “Anne, I knew you would come around.” She smacked my arm playfully. “I am quite tempted to nick you just for fun.” She cut her eyes at me. Tears ran down my face from laughing so hard. “You have to stop or we will never get this done.” she chided me. She huffed in exasperation. “Okay, Okay I quit.” I held my breath, forcing myself to calm down.