Sound of Heartache ( Sound of Book 2)

by Roy, Chelsea

  Brent tugged her into his arms. “What are we waiting for?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Knowing he had Aimee to himself in the suite was killing him. And they didn’t have to be anywhere for hours, which caused excitement to thrum through his veins. Brent wanted so badly to explore the changes to Aimee’s body he’d noticed last night. He needed to show her how good it still was between them. He knew driving into her slick walls with his apa pressing against them would show her an entirely new level of sensual experience. First and foremost, Brent needed to get Aimee out of that teal nightie she was wearing because it was driving him insane.

  He pulled her into his bedroom, shutting and locking the door soundly behind them. He wasn’t taking any chances on getting interrupted with Aimee. Not when they were about to come together for the first time in ten damn years. His intentions weren’t exactly a secret because his dick was making an impressive tent out of the front of his pajama bottoms. Aimee had noticed as well, hunger in her gaze. As he waited with bated breath, Aimee’s hand wrapped around his flannel covered cock and gave it a firm stroke. He thrust his hips upward into her tight grasp and groaned softly. He was embarrassingly close to losing control and he knew what little grasp he had would be torn to shreds if she touched him too much. He slowly pushed her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed.

  “Someone’s happy to see me,” she teased. Brent gave a strangled laugh. Aimee’s body radiated sensuality from the beads of her tight nipples to the faint scent of her arousal tinging the air.

  “He’s very happy you’re here,” he agreed. “But he’d like to see a whole lot less of that nightie.” Without hesitation, Aimee caught the edge of the gown and whisked it up and off her body. She tossed it somewhere across the room. Brent didn’t notice where it landed because he was too busy looking at the perfection that was his Aimee.

  “How about a little reciprocation?” She asked, sliding her silky hands under his tee. He obligingly lifted his arms and his shirt went the way of her gown. She let out an audible sigh as she ran her hands over the lightly sculpted muscles of his chest. He wasn’t muscle-bound like Jacob but he maintained himself well at the gym and had good definition. Aimee certainly didn’t seem to mind how he looked. “You’re so beautiful,” she breathed, before lifting her lips to his for a kiss.

  Brent lifted his hand to Aimee’s breast and gently caressed the slope and curve. She leaned into his touch, her soft sigh caught by his lips as they kissed deeply. His tongue was tangled together with hers and her body strained upward to meet his.

  He broke free from the kiss. “I didn’t think I’d like them as much,” he gasped out, before sliding his tongue along her lips and back into her sweet mouth. She pulled back and nipped at his lower lip.

  “Like what as much as what?” She panted as he lightly pinched one nipple and then the other.

  “Your breasts. I loved them before. I was worried I would like them less because they aren’t what I was used to.” Brent pulled the lower half of Aimee flush against his rigid cock. “Clearly, though, I like them just as well.” Aimee groaned and rubbed herself against him.

  “Glad you like them,” she whispered, before dropping to her knees and taking his pants with her. His cock sprang free and almost immediately rubbed against her silky cheek. Pre-cum dripped from the head and a glistening strand of it ran from his belly to the swollen head. Swirling the moisture away with her tongue, Aimee took him deep into her mouth, apa and all.

  “Oh Jesus,” he moaned loudly. The muscles of his ass clenched as he thrust forward into the exquisite heat. He could see Aimee’s dark hair spilling down her back and she looked like a pagan goddess kneeling at his feet. She was every fantasy he’d ever had rolled into one seductive package. He wound his hands in her silky hair and gently pulled her free, his cock slapping up against his stomach. She looked up at him questioningly and his entire body shook with the need to consume her.

  “Too close?” She asked. He nodded wordlessly and she seemed to understand what he needed. Rising slowly, she climbed backwards onto the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart as she moved back toward the pillows and he could see her panties were drenched. He stood at the base of the bed until she hit the mountain of pillows and eased herself back. Working her hips, she shimmied her panties down and off and lay before him completely bare. The last time he’d made love with her, she’d been a sweet girl intent on pleasing him. The girl had turned into a completely enthralling, sexy woman who was waiting on him to please her. Brent knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag out foreplay in the way that Aimee deserved because he couldn’t wait a second more to be inside her body.

  “Condom?” He asked her roughly, stroking the thick length of his cock. He instinctively knew she was careful with her lovers and he knew he was clean. Aside from reassuring her about his health, he didn’t give two shits if there were any barriers between them. He wanted to make her his in every possible way.

  “I’m clean,” she told him, her hand snaking down her body toward the small strip of dark pubic hair, glistening with wetness. He watched, entranced, as she ran her fingers through her folds and spread the slick wetness around her sex. He tugged a little harder on the head of his dick, feeling it grow impossibly harder while he watched her pleasure herself.

  “I’m clean too,” he assured her. He lost his breath as her finger dipped inside and she brought the resulting wetness to her lips and spread it around, her tongue darting out for a taste. Fuck if he didn’t want a taste, too. His knees hit the mattress and he crawled across the bed with the sole intent of licking the arousal right off her lips. Aimee’s nipples distracted him from his mission, though. They were pebbled up tight and he couldn’t resist taking one of the red buds into his mouth. He gently sucked it into his mouth and laved it roughly. His position put his body directly over hers and Brent could feel the heat radiating from her core against the tip of his cock. He thrust against her gently, wetting the head.

  “I don’t want you to wear a condom,” she told him breathlessly. “The last time I felt you in me you didn’t have one on and I want to feel you like that again.” She widened her legs even further and his pelvis nestled snugly into hers. “Please don’t make me wait.” She ground herself against him and he shuddered. He wasn’t interested in making her wait ever again.

  “My Aimee,” he growled deep in his throat. He thrust his hips and his cock slid home. Aimee jolted in his arms and let out a long moan. The sensation from the apa felt amazing, creating tension along the head of his dick that jolted straight to his balls. He hoped it felt even half as good for her because he knew he wouldn’t fucking last inside Aimee like this. The incredible heat surrounding him made immediate heat tingle at the base of his spine.

  Brent brushed his lips against hers, an open-mouthed, messy kiss. His hips took up a frantic rhythm, pounding into her heat. His thumb reached between their bodies and pressed hard against her swollen clit. The sounds falling from her lips drove his pace and he pushed against her, bottoming out.

  “I’m not going to last!” Aimee gasped out, her hands clawing at his sweat-slicken back.

  “Do you want my cum inside you?” He ground out, remembering his girl loved dirty talk. She arched up against him, trapping his hand against her so he couldn’t move as she ground herself against him. She let out a sharp cry and Brent felt the walls around his dick contract inward, creating a delicious pressure he was helpless against. Groaning, he bucked his hips one last time before spilling deep inside her.

  As his orgasm passed, Brent slid to the side of her in a boneless heap. He was wrung dry and feeling oddly emotional. Aimee linked her fingers through his and he exhaled shakily, turning to face her.

  “So is this what you had in mind when you hired the nanny?” She asked, smiling wickedly. He huffed out a surprised laugh.

  “Not exactly,” he said. “I planned to take you out on the town. You’re just really distracting.” He gave her an exaggerated wink.r />
  “Do you still want to go on a date today?” Aimee seemed a little unsure and Brent squeezed her hand gently.

  “More than anything,” he reassured her.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  As Aimee readied herself for Destruction’s concert, she wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. She had felt that way off and on throughout the day, from the moment she had entered Brent’s suite to about an hour ago when Brent dropped her off so she could get ready. The band was headed over to the venue early to set up so she was taking a limo with Ellie and Ellie’s friend Regan.

  The day had flown by amazingly fast. She and Brent had dropped in to see Brenna before heading out. Brenna had been perfectly content playing with little Elliott, who was an absolute doll. Jack had given her and Brent a knowing look, and Aimee had flushed. She was sure that morning’s sexcapades were written all over her face.

  For their date, Brent had hired a driver to take them around to different parts of the city. He had bought her some crazily expensive lingerie in a store called Agent Provocateur. They had dined elbow to elbow with other tourists in an amazing hole in the wall in Chinatown. They had ridden a cable car and eaten chocolate down on the wharf. Aimee couldn’t remember having a more carefree, fun day. Best of all, Brent hadn’t been recognized a single time, even though his only disguise was a simple beanie and his sexy clear eyeglasses.

  Finishing up the final touches to her makeup, Aimee looked at herself critically in the mirror. Did she pass muster as the girlfriend of a rock star? Her long black hair had curls twisted into it and pieces were pinned to the crown of her head, creating a waterfall effect down her back. She was wearing distressed boot-cut jeans with kickass black low-heeled boots. A tight red tank was paired with a fitted leather jacket. Her makeup was smoky, her lips a slick red. She watched as the image in the mirror shrugged her shoulders. This was her, no more and no less.

  Gathering her courage, Aimee exited the suite and made her way to where Regan was staying. Ellie had decided to get ready with Regan so she wouldn’t be distracted by Elliott and his antics. She rapped her knuckles against the door, trying unsuccessfully to stuff down a sudden bout of nerves.

  The door swung open and Aimee found herself staring at a stunning woman with a cascade of black hair and a killer body. She was so busy gaping, she didn’t realize she was being studied just as critically in return.

  “My God, you’re gorgeous!” She blurted out, and then immediately felt incredibly gauche. The woman laughed.

  “Brent know you’re a lesbian?” She asked with a slightly smoky voice. A grin curled the edges of lush lips.

  “Hell, I didn’t know I was a lesbian until two seconds ago!” They both laughed, the ice broken.

  “I’m Regan, Ellie’s best friend and all-around pain in the ass. You must be Aimee.” A hand was thrust in her face. Aimee shook it firmly.

  “Seriously, Regan, you’re rocking some killer looks.” A slight flush tinted Regan’s fair cheekbones.

  “Aren’t you a sweet one? But honey, you’re rocking your own air of class and sophistication and it puts the rest of us to shame.” Aimee flushed herself, pleased with the compliment.

  “Are you two done trying to get into the other’s pants? I’m feeling a little left out here, what with being the only straight one and all!” Ellie’s voice came from somewhere in the suite and she sounded highly amused. Regan backed away from the door and Aimee entered the room. Ellie appeared around a corner, looking stunning in black leather pants and an emerald green gauzy blouse.

  “Look at us, all glammed up for the night. Damn, we’re smokin’ hot!” Regan quipped. The three of them laughed. Aimee couldn’t deny the truth of her statement. Regan was wearing a body-hugging sapphire jumper with a plunging neckline, Aimee was in her red, and Ellie in her emerald green. Maybe she wasn’t the only one with an attack of nerves, because each woman was dressed to make a statement. Only, Aimee didn’t know who Regan was making a statement about.

  “You’re not here with anyone?” Aimee asked Regan, curious about the stunning woman. Regan gave an elegant shrug.

  “Not exactly,” she responded cryptically.

  “What Regan means to say is that she won’t settle down and put the poor man out of his misery,” Ellie said with a grin. Aimee did some quick math and arrived at what she thought was a safely logical answer.

  “Let me guess. He’s about six four and built like a body builder?” Regan laughed wickedly.

  “Oh Ellie, I like this one. She’s crazy smart. What is it you do, anyway, hon?” Usually Aimee despised being called honey, baby, or any other name but her own. Coming from Regan’s mouth, though, it sounded strangely natural.

  “I’m a pediatrician,” she said, a little bewildered by where the conversation had gone. Regan snorted.

  “I’m an attorney,” she confessed. “A damn good one, but you know doctors and lawyers aren’t supposed to get along. Since we don’t have dicks for penis envy, I think we’ll do just fine.” Aimee laughed as she understood why Regan had been amused. She was coming to like the blunt woman and thought she’d make an excellent addition to Aimee’s very small circle of friends.

  Spinning around, Ellie smacked her hand to her forehead. “I almost forgot!” She grabbed a bottle out of an ice bucket that was sitting on the coffee table and wrestled it open. She poured the drink into three tumblers and handed them out. Aimee immediately recognized the label as an insanely expensive brand of champagne. As she lifted her glass to smell the unique scent of champagne, the bubbles tickled her nose and she grinned.

  “To an unforgettable night!” Ellie toasted. Aimee raised her glass, and the edge of all three clinked together at once.

  In perfect unison, they cried, “Cheers!”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Brent felt the normal pre-show adrenaline buzzing through his body and he welcomed the surge of energy. He was especially ramped up tonight because he knew Aimee would be out there watching him. He admitted to himself that this was how their lives should have been all along, and having her there tonight watching him perform with his band was incredibly important to him. He wanted to perform for her, but more importantly, he wanted her to understand that his reason for playing was her.

  “Dude, you are all over the place tonight,” Jacob commented as he messed with his guitar.

  “It won’t interfere with my performance.” Brent was quick to offer the reassurance but Jacob gave him an impatient look. With Jacob’s size, his impatience sometimes came across to others as intimidation but Brent was long used to him so he didn’t take any offense.

  “I never once thought it would. You’re stupid talented. I’m just worried about you, man. I’ve never seen you like this, not even when you were using.” Jacob’s backhanded compliment gave Brent pause in the midst of his pacing. The band had been playing seamlessly together for so long that they rarely handed out kudos to each other. There didn’t seem to be much point because they all had healthy egos and were well aware of their success.

  “I just didn’t realize it would be so important for me to have Aimee here. I mean, I knew I wanted her here, of course. But knowing she’s going to be here and I’m going to be playing for her? It’s got me all kinds of messed up.” Brent glanced up at Jacob and frowned when he saw the other man smiling.

  Jacob clasped his hand on Brent’s shoulder. “Man, don’t you realize that’s what it’s all about? Ultimately we’re all in it for that.” Jacob tightened his hand and looked down into Brent’s eyes. “Tonight you’re the lucky son of a bitch who gets to have it. Enjoy it instead of stressing about it.” He slapped Brent on the back before moving away to help Eric with his drums.

  Brent stared after Jacob, perplexed. Jacob’s words had been solid advice but the man had sounded envious of Brent. Brent knew he was lucky to have found Aimee and Brenna again after all this time but he had no idea his bandmates were watching so closely. He knew Jacob was right about one thing, thoug
h. He needed to stop stressing and start enjoying.

  Resolved, he threw himself into the final preparations for the show. He could hear the increasing volume of the audience from the other side of the heavy velvet curtain that cordoned off the stage. Brent loved performing in venues like this. They were old school and really gave the fans a chance to connect more personally with the band. As they all got into place he held his breath as the curtain began to part. This time he knew exactly where Aimee was standing in the crowd. He’d lined up the seats himself.

  As the audience was revealed to him, his heart came to a screeching halt in his chest when his eyes lit on the absolute perfection of Aimee in a tight red tank. Their eyes met while she, Ellie, and Regan screamed along with the rest of the audience for the band. Aimee’s hand came to her lips and she blew him a kiss and attached it to an enormous smile. Brent grinned as he listened for his cue to start. He couldn’t have scripted a better way to cap off an amazing day.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Aimee’s eyes slowly crept open, reluctant to start the day. She wasn’t sure what had woken her from her deep sleep, she only knew something had. Arriving at the hotel around 3 a.m. pretty much guaranteed an afternoon wake-up and from the fuzziness of her brain, she knew it was nowhere near noon.

  She stretched under the covers, moving her arms and legs slowly outward. One of her legs ran into a solid object and she stopped. The reason for her premature wakeup became suddenly clear in a mind that was still refusing to function.

  “Morning baby,” she muttered to Brenna. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton and she smacked her lips together. God, what she wouldn’t give for something cold.

  “How was your date, mama? Was it wonderful? Did daddy do everything someone should when they’re trying to romance you?” Lucky for Brenna, she had a voice like an angel so her inquisition was delivered so sweetly Aimee couldn’t possibly be irritated.