My Rock #7 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #7)

by Taylor, Alycia

  “I know you saw the boner he had for me the other night. Mmm…it felt good when I was sitting up on it, too, rubbing my pussy back and forth. I felt it growing underneath me. If you hadn’t have come in then, he would have fucked me, and he would have loved it. He’d have never gone back to your old, nasty…”

  I stopped her there with a fist to her mouth. I’m not sure who was more surprised: her or me. I’d never raised my fist to anyone in my life, but God, she needed it right then. She stumbled back and fell onto the bed. I was still standing there, wondering if I should go or hit her again, when she touched her bleeding lip and then jumped up and ran towards me like a crazy person, screaming and cussing. I stepped back and she hit the door frame instead of me. I reached out and grabbed that fake blonde hair, confirming once and for all that she did have extensions as I shoved her face into the wall. She reached up and put her hands on my arm, but I had a tight grip on her hair and every time she moved, I pulled a little tighter.

  “Let go of me, you crazy bitch!”

  I tapped her face into the wall. It wasn’t hard enough to do any damage, but just enough so she knew I meant business. “Stay the fuck away from Tristan…and me. Got that, skank?”

  “Fuck you!”

  I twisted my hand up tighter in her hair and she screamed. I had an arm against the wall in front of us and the little bitch went after it then, with her teeth. I just used it to hit her in the part of her lip that was already bleeding from the punch. She cried out again and said, “You’re going to be sorry.”

  “You’re a mouthy bitch, Brooke. I’m sure that gets you into a lot of trouble doesn’t it? Say you heard me and that you’re going to keep your distance, otherwise your pretty face goes back into that wall and these hair extensions come out in chunks. I’m not sure any of that will look too good up on stage.”

  “I heard you, bitch!” she said.

  “Aw, you were so close,” I said, tapping her face back into the wall. I really felt like I was having an out of body experience. “I don’t care for that name-calling,” I told her as I twisted tighter on her hair underneath.

  “Stop! I heard you, okay? I’ll stay away from him.” Using her hair, I turned her to face the bed and threw her down on it. I started to leave and she started to come after me again. I shoved her back down and said,

  “Are you really that stupid? You haven’t got your ass kicked enough for one day? Come at me again and I swear you’ll need plastic surgery on that pretty face when I’m done with it.”

  She sat there this time and without turning my back to her, I left. She had a fat lip and tears in her eyes. I had a strange sense of self-satisfaction and I wondered what I was turning into.

  CHAPTER TEN

  TRISTAN

  I went back to the bus after the show to wait. I was pretty sure I’d be hearing from Elly that night. I took a shower to get all the sweat and grime from the stage off of me and then I sat down on the bed and did something I hadn’t done in literally years: I called my grandfather. After four rings, I thought he wasn’t going to pick up. When he did, I found myself shocked at how old and feeble he sounded. He still sounded like an old cowboy to me.

  “Yello?”

  “Hi Grandpa, it’s Tristan.”

  “What did you say?”

  Raising my voice I said, “It’s Tristan, Grandpa. Your grandson.”

  “I know my own grandson’s name. I’m not senile!”

  I laughed and said, “I haven’t called for so long I thought you might have forgotten me.”

  “Nah, I still cuss you at least once a day. Where the hell are you, boy?”

  “I’m in New Mexico right now. I’m on tour.”

  “You won that singing contest, on television.” It wasn’t a question. He knew…shit.

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “You always did have talent. I told your mama that when you were only three years old.” There was a heavy silence then and he said, “Sometimes I regret that…I blame myself for the way things turned out…”

  “Don’t blame yourself, Grandpa. You raised her right. She didn’t go off the deep end until she was in her thirties—way past the point you could be held responsible.”

  He chuckled that deep, Grandpa laugh I remembered. “What about you, boy? You still messing with that stuff?”

  “I’ve been sober for a little over a hundred days now. I’m working hard to make this all pay off. I don’t want to live that life anymore.”

  “Good….that’s good. I’d sure like to see you again one of these days. You’re my only grandchild, you know.”

  “I know, Grandpa. I’m sorry. We’re leaving New Mexico day after tomorrow and we’ll be headed to Dallas. I should have time while I’m there to come see you, if that would be okay?”

  “I just said I wanted to see you, didn’t I? Hell boy, maybe you’re the one who’s senile.” I laughed again. I’d forgotten how funny he was. I’d forgotten a lot of things about my former life, before my whole family went to shit.

  “You did say that. I’ll call you in a couple of days.”

  “Ayait!” he said.

  “Ayait!” I yelled back. I hung up with a smile. He was the only family I really had left and for some reason, I’d been craving a connection with someone. Maybe if I could work up the nerve to ask her, Elly would go with me to see him.

  I hung up with my grandfather and waited some more. I was almost ready to go find her. I started wondering if maybe she wasn’t coming. Maybe she’d stepped on the DVD and hadn’t even watched it. Maybe she only watched the first one. I should have just given her the one that showed the inside of the bus.

  I took out my guitar and strummed it, killing time and trying to alleviate a little anxiety. Before I knew it, I was singing the song I wrote for her. I was on my second time through it when I got her text message. I smiled when I read it:

  Can we talk?

  Yeah. Gimme fifteen minutes and then come on over.

  I turned off all the lights and got undressed. Then I used the string of lights that usually hung outside my door to wrap my body up in. I stood in the doorframe of the bedroom and covered my already growing cock up with the guitar. I had to smile at the picture I must be painting on the camera still pointed at me.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  ELLY

  After kicking Brooke’s ass, I had such a shot of adrenaline that my entire body was shaking. It felt good though; I was thinking about a career change. I could be a fucking enforcer or something. I wanted to tell someone how awesome I was. I laughed at myself and took out my phone. I text Tristan and when he text back that I could come over in fifteen minutes the adrenaline all seemed to drain down into my belly and make me feel sick. I wanted to see him, no doubt. I wanted to do more than see him. I wanted to touch him. Even though I was still angry, watching him out on that stage that night was enough for me to throw my own bra out there. He had a power over me even when he was being an asshole. My anxiety was coming from the fact that I had accused him of being unfaithful. I’d refused to listen to him when he tried to explain. I called him a liar and a cheat, basically, and then I got really mean and told him he never took me out to dinner or something stupid like that. What if he was just letting me come over so that after I groveled, he could refuse to forgive me?

  I walked slowly to his bus, passing the security guys that had dragged Brooke out of his bus that night on my way. Brad, the bigger guy and I were on a first-name basis. I liked him, but I was embarrassed about how much he knew about that night. If he watched those tapes, he saw me come out sobbing and stand there in the rain sobbing like an idiot. I wasn’t as bad as Tristan about my personal business, but there were some things that I just thought should stay between two people.

  “Hi Elly! How are you tonight?” he asked me.

  “I’m doing well, Brad. How are you?”

  “I’m just fine,” he said. “Elly, can I say something that might be a little…personal?”

  Shit! Not him, t
oo! Brad was old enough to be my father. I really hoped that he wasn’t going to hit on me too.

  “Um…yeah, I suppose,” I said.

  “I’m sure you know this, but I just wanted to tell you that Tristan cares a lot about you. I’m guessing he’s the kind of guy who has a hard time showing it.”

  I had to smile at this linebacker looking guy trying to get me to forgive Tristan. He must have been a romantic at heart. “Thanks, Brad, that means a lot.” I told him. I was getting too arrogant or maybe just paranoid or something. I was suddenly thinking that every man who spoke to me was hitting on me.

  Brad smiled and wished me a good night and I headed on to Tristan’s bus. It didn’t look like there were any lights on and I thought that was weird, but I went inside anyways. It was definitely dark inside, but I could see the shadow of something, or someone, at the end of the long walkway. It was Tristan, wrapped in lights and wearing nothing else other than his guitar. The man was insane. I loved it.

  “Hey,” I said with a smile.

  “Hey,” he said back, grinning.

  “You look…radiant,” I said.

  He laughed and said, “That was terrible. Sit down.”

  “What?”

  “Sit down.”

  I sat and then I started to open my mouth again. He shushed me and put his guitar up around his neck, exposing his entire naked body. I felt moisture rush out between my legs.

  “I want to play a song for you,” he said. I smiled and nodded and he started playing the guitar; it was a really pretty tune. Then he started singing and I swear to god that my insides began to melt. He was singing a song about standing in the rain, missing his girl. He said he wanted to hold her, love her. He said that he didn’t want to lose her because he was lost without her. I could feel the hot sting of tears burning the backs of my eyes. He was singing a song he’d written for me, and it was beautiful. I couldn’t believe this was the same guy that had thrown me out of his apartment the first night after we’d had sex. In a million years I would have never thought he’d do something as romantic as writing a song for me.

  When he finished singing I had tears running down my cheeks as I clapped for him. He smiled and came over towards me. He leaned the guitar up against the chair and I stood up. I put my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. He hugged me back and just held me for a few minutes. I finally felt like everything was going to be okay.

  “Thank you,” I told him. “That was beautiful.”

  He smiled and said, “Thank you for the inspiration.”

  I laughed then and said, “I exude inspiration.”

  “You’re being facetious,” he said.

  “Facetious?”

  “Yeah, you know…kind of sarcastic….”

  “I know what it means. It just doesn’t sound like a Tristan word.”

  He looked hurt and said, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

  “Oh no, I don’t think you’re stupid. You just usually don’t….shit! I’m sorry.”

  He grinned and said, “Shh, I was kidding. You’re right. I probably read it on word of the day toilet paper or something.”

  I hugged him again and then he led me over to the couch to sit. There, sitting next to him, I finally said, “I’m so sorry that I didn’t believe you about Brooke. I feel so bad.”

  “You watched the tapes?”

  “Yeah, and then I went over and kind of…I punched Brooke in the face and I may have pulled out a few of her extensions.”

  “Damn it!” he said. I thought he was mad at me for attacking Brooke.

  “Are you mad?”

  “Hell yes! I’m mad I wasn’t there to see it. There’s nothing hotter than a girl fight.” I pushed him in the chest and he laughed. “Did she fight back?”

  “She tried to, but I got ahold of her fake hair and threatened to twist it off her head.”

  “Damn! I’m scared of you. I have to get those tapes!” I laughed and elbowed him again. He was looking at me funny then and I could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he didn’t say it. Instead, he said, “So what have you thought of the last couple of shows?”

  “I think they went okay,” I told him casually while trying to suppress a grin.

  “Okay? Really? Guns and Roses, Jason Aldean…”

  I couldn’t do it. I laughed and said, “I was kidding. You were amazing. You’re so damned talented.”

  He leaned in then and kissed me. “Thank you,” he whispered against my lips. I feel the same way about you.”

  He kissed me again, this time it was deeper and filled with passion. His cock kept brushing up against my arm as we talked and I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about him being naked right next to me. I wanted to touch him, but I was curious to see where this was all going. I finally processed what he’d just said then and I said,

  “You feel the same? I have no talent.”

  Smiling he said, “You’ve got many talents. But I meant that you’re amazing, too.”

  “Oh, thank you,” I said. He laughed again and then he reached over and took the top button of my shirt between his fingers. He started unbuttoning it and he leaned over while his fingers moved down to the next one and kissed my lips. He kissed my neck while he unbuttoned the next two. I was sitting there with my shirt wide open and my black lace bra showing when I looked up and saw the camera’s and remembered.

  “Tristan, what about the cameras?”

  He looked up at the one pointed down on us and flipped it off. “I know you can’t hear me,” he said to it, “So here’s some sign language for you controlling bastards.” He flipped it the bird again. Then he turned back to me and said, “I don’t give a fuck if they watch if you don’t. They’ll just be jealous of me.” He grinned and slipped his hands behind my back underneath the shirt. I felt him take hold of the bra clasp. He pulled his head back and looked at my face. He was making sure I wasn’t really worried about the cameras. At that point, I would have fucked him in front of a live audience. My mouth was too dry to speak then so I smiled and shrugged. He took that as a yes. He unhooked my bra and let my breasts spill out. Then he completely removed the shirt and the bra and tossed them over onto the chair.

  “Stand up,” he said. I stood in front of him and he kissed me softly all across my belly. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and hooking his thumbs in them he pulled them down to my feet. He left them there and leaned forward to rub his face across my black satin panties before pulling them down to my feet as well. I stepped out of them both as he stood up and took my hand. He’d never undressed me like that before. It was sensual and erotic instead of hurried and frantic. It may well have been Tristan at his most romantic and I loved it. He led me down the walkway to the bed. He laid me down on it and lay down next to me. I could have been wrong, maybe just caught up in the song and the romance of that, but something seemed different in his eyes…I liked it.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  TRISTAN

  I just lay there looking at her face for a long time. I wondered sometimes what she’d done to me. How does one woman change the way you think and feel…the way you’ve thought and felt for your entire life? I didn’t want a girlfriend. I didn’t want anyone telling me what I should do or not do, or how I should feel. The only example of a relationship I’d ever really had was my parents. They fucked each other up bad and I had it in my head that if I ever got into one, that’s what would happen to me. Elly changed those ideas in my head. Since I met her, it had been just the opposite of all that. I was so broken, so fucked up, and finally I was…almost happy.

  I leaned down and brushed my lips along hers. She had sexy lips’ they looked good and felt good and tasted good. I kissed her face then, first up one side and down the other. Finally, I kissed her hard and then I scooped her up so she was in my arms and her body was crushed up against mine. She parted her lips and let me slide my tongue into her wet, willing mouth. We kissed for a really long time, until we were both out of breath, then taking her by surp
rise, I broke the kiss and sat up, flipping her so she was facing away from me. I covered her nipples with the palms of my hands and began rubbing firmly against her rock hard nipples. She leaned that sweet, sexy body back into me and moaned. I rubbed my face in her hair. I loved her hair. It was so soft and it always smelled so fucking good. I slid my lips down then and sucked and licked around the outside of her ear and then down to her neck. I licked and sucked there for a while, feeling her shiver against me as I bit down on the sensitive part of her neck. I sucked it in hard, knowing I was going to leave a mark. She wasn’t complaining and I could even feel the goose bumps rising on her arms. While I sucked on her neck, she lifted her sweet ass up and sat it down on my hard cock. She slowly began moving her hips, rubbing herself against me. It was my turn to moan, it felt so fucking good.

  I kept kissing her neck and she squirmed in my lap; I twisted and pulled on her nipples. She was groaning loud and I could feel the sticky wetness all over my cock and the tops of my thighs from her pussy. I wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. I was so fucking turned on I was afraid that I’d cum as soon as I slipped inside of her. Instead, I slid my hand down her back and across her ass and took my throbbing cock in my own hand. I slid the other hand down across her nipples and her belly and ended with it between her legs. My fingers found her swollen clit and I played with it while stroking my cock up against her ass. She was mewling now and her whole body was shaking. I fucking loved having that kind of effect on her.

  I stroked myself against her soft skin, and twisted and pulled and stroked her clit. I slipped a finger inside of her and I finger-fucked her for a while until we were both about to explode. I could feel my balls swelling and stretching and she was on the verge of screaming. I stopped and turned her back around to face me. I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she sucked on it and licked my lips, then she sucked the bottom one into her mouth. Meanwhile, I had my hands on her ass, kneading and massaging it, running my finger up and down along the crack that was saturated with her wetness. She was rubbing her pussy against my leg, faster and faster….still sucking on my tongue. My cock felt like it was going to rip open it was so fucking hard. I twisted around so that my legs were off the side of the bed and I put my hands on her shoulders. I barely applied any pressure, but she knew exactly what I wanted. She slid down me, easily against the lubricant of the sweat we’d already built up and she landed on her knees on the floor between my legs. Reaching up and sliding her hands underneath my ass, she opened her mouth and tried to suck my cock into it.