Rocked

by Clara Bayard

  "Really?"

  "Of course. Hell, I'd put you on stage next to me but Ryan would murder both of us."

  "I wouldn't go anyway. Standing in front of a crowd is your thing, Joe. I prefer a nice empty diner."

  He kissed my hand and tugged me along. "So do I babe. So do I."

  I nestled into my little corner out of the way as he went on stage. Watching them play was incredible. Joe was larger than life on that stage, holding every member of the audience in his hand. He riled them up with hard driving songs and sucked them in with softer numbers. And when he played their hit single, Full Dark, I could hear everyone in the crowd singing along as the guitars wailed and the drums pounded. Even I couldn't stay still, dancing a bit all by myself. They played for an hour but it felt like a few minutes. As they left the stage to thunderous applause Joe pulled me in for a kiss. He was sweaty and smelly but I loved it and held him close. The moment was all too brief and they went back for an encore. Jazzed on the contact high of the show I thought this kind of like would be wonderful. This overwhelming rush of excitement every night.

  ~*~

  Joe and I practically ran away from the rest of the band when we got back to the hotel. Everyone else was heading to the bar for an after party but we wanted to be alone.

  The hotel room we entered this time was clean, his suitcase on the floor in a corner.

  "I know what you're thinking but we just got here. Haven't had time to mess the place up yet."

  I smiled. "Hey, you saw my apartment. I'm no neat freak."

  Joe sidled up to me and took me in his arms. "Oh no? What kind of freak are you?"

  I laughed and kissed his chest above his t-shirt, taking in his clean, freshly showered smell. "Wanna find out?"

  "I sure do," he replied and pushed me back against the wall, his hands already pulling up my dress. "I know I said I liked your clothes but I really like what's under them.

  I suppressed the moment of panic at him seeing me standing in a well-lit room in my underwear. It was silly, and he wasn't judging. And as he turned me around and ground against my butt I knew he was very happy with how my body looked and felt.

  "I had this whole romantic scene playing in my head, babe, but it will have to wait. I need you right now." He nuzzled my neck and reached inside my bra.

  I gasped and let my head fall back onto his shoulder. God I loved his fingers, so dexterous and gentle with the callused tips from all that guitar playing.

  Joe played my body too, building my arousal with caresses down my chest. And when he delved between my thighs, raking through the soft curls I moaned, desperate for him and wondering how I'd survived all these years without his hands and lips on me.

  He pulled away and started undressing. I followed suit and soon we were both naked. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, holding my chest to his and feeling his hard length against my stomach.

  "Come here," he said, flipping of the lights and leading me over towards the bed. But we went past the immaculately made king and to the open window where the lights of the city glowed two dozen floors below.

  "Joe, what-"

  "Trust me, Liss. Turn around."

  I did, so I did.

  He pushed me forward so my breasts were pressed lightly against the cold glass, making my nipples even harder. Joe pulled at my hips so I was bent over a bit and had to use my arms to brace myself. I was about to ask what he was up to when his intentions became clear.

  The head of his cock came to rest at my dewy entrance and he leaned over me to whisper in my ear.

  "Next time there will be hours of foreplay. I'll make you come a hundred times. But I need to be inside you right now. I can't wait."

  "Then don’t," I breathed and pushed back against him.

  He slipped inside me, slickness helping him along. So hot and hard, even better than I remembered and my fingers curled in as he stroked in and out. Every nerve in my body was alive and flickering with passion and something more. I'd never felt so connected to someone, so safe and so desired.

  The noises coming from Joe as he made love to me were soft and feral. As our pace sped up and we moved as one I gave in to the rhythm, letting everything except our bodies sliding against each other go, becoming a creature of only lust and sensation.

  "Babe, you feel so good. I'm not going to last. Come with me?"

  I nodded, unable to speak. Joe's fingers crept around to my front and rubbed at my tender nub, the final push I needed to go over. I shattered and reformed a million times. We climaxed together and I grabbed his hand, entwining our fingers as our bodies erupted in ecstasy together.

  Ten minutes later we were nestled in bed together. Joe brushed hair from my eyes and smiled down at me. "Did I thank you for coming all the way down here? I can't remember…"

  "You don't have to."

  "Are you going to be in trouble at work?"

  "Nah, Darrell approved of the plan."

  "I'm glad. I'd hate being with me to create any problems for you. I want your life to be perfect."

  I chuckled. "No one's life is perfect, Joe. Though," I continued, tracing the tattoo on his shoulder," this is pretty close."

  "I agree."

  "It'll be sad when you move to your next stop and I go home. I'll miss you a lot."

  "So don't go."

  "Yeah, okay."

  Joe sat up. "I'm serious."

  I gathered the sheet around me and stared at him. "What are you talking about?"

  "Just what you said. This is close to perfect. I can't imagine anything more wonderful than coming home to you after every show. Spending the night in your arms and the day exploring every new city.

  "I just realized I don't want to be without you, Liss. Seeing your face makes every day brighter. I forget all the craziness around me and can focus on what really matters. You."

  "You're being nuts right now. Just a day ago you were talking about not wanting a girlfriend. Now you want me to what, move in with you on the tour bus?"

  "Fuck what I said. I didn't realize until I saw you standing in the wings when I came off stage. Call it what you want but I want that. Every night. Every show."

  "I don't know. What about my job? My apartment?"

  "It's only two weeks, then we go back in the studio for a while. Take two weeks and try this with me."

  "Joe, I…"

  "Stay with me. Come with me. Live inside this storm for a while. We can keep each other from flying apart. I don't want to wake up without you again, Liss."

  And there it was. His heart open in words even more clearly than the song he wrote for me. The details could be worked out. In that moment I was being offered everything I'd ever dreamed of and there was only one answer.

  "Yes. I'll come with you. I'll be with you."

  Joe kissed me and we tumbled back down, wrapped in each other's arms. Our kisses and touches made promises that didn't need words. And as he made love to me again it was slow and real and true. I was embarking on an adventure of the lifetime and had never felt so safe.

  Rocked On the Road

  Please enjoy this sample of the next book in the Rocked Series.

  My bag had barely hit the floor before he was on me.

  "God I missed you." He hugged me tight, long fingers squeezing my butt.

  I laughed. "It's only been two days, Joe."

  "Two very long days." He kissed my neck, sucking on the skin above where my pulse pounded. "I almost died from loneliness."

  "Uh huh. Poor you, all alone with your band and manager and groupies and interviews and paparazzi and-" My list making ended abruptly I noticed Joe was only wearing a towel and the part of him swelling between us proved how much he really had missed me. His hands made their way down the back of my jeans. The gentle scrape of his calloused fingers on my bare skin took every thought out of my mind, leaving only desire.

  Joe kissed me hungrily, sucking at my lips and tongue as if he'd been starved for the taste of me. I sank into the warm heat o
f his mouth and let my hands roam his body, relearning the long, lean muscles and all the places that made him groan.

  I yanked the towel free and let it fall to the floor. Joe pulled back just long enough to lift my shirt off, throwing it to the other end of the room where it would no doubt join an already massive pile of his clothes on the floor. We were going to need to have a conversation about his excessively slobbish ways, but now – with his tongue snaking inside my bra towards a nipple – was really not the time.

  I bit my lip and arched my back as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, teasing the stiffening nub with his teeth. I fumbled to remove my bra completely and he helped brush the straps from my shoulders without releasing me from his mouth.

  My whole body warmed under his touch and I rushed to unbutton my jeans.

  "Why are you wearing so many clothes," he asked, voice silky and low.

  "Why aren't you wearing any?"

  Joe grinned, his dazzlingly blue eyes flashing. "I'd planned to get all clean and fresh-smelling for you but I overslept. So now you'll just have to join me in the shower and lend a hand."

  I glanced down at his erection and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure getting clean is what you have in mind?"

  "Clean, dirty, whatever. I just need to you to be naked and with me."

  My mind went briefly to a vision of my chubby naked body next to his sleek one under the bright bathroom lights and I frowned.

  "I know what that face means and stop it. You're beautiful and perfect in this room, in a shower, everywhere."

  And from the way his eyes blazed over my skin I believed him, and relented. "Fine. But make it quick. I've been waiting to get back in your bed for days."

  "Yes ma'am. We just need to get you out of the rest of these clothes." Together we managed to stumble into the bathroom, groping and stripping me, without falling down.

  I took a moment to watch him move and sighed. Joe Hawk was art in motion. Tall and strong, his naturally bronze skin gleamed.

  Muscles all down his body flexed as he moved and I couldn't resist grabbing a handful of his tight round butt.

  Joe looked over his shoulder at me, mouth open wide, pretending to be scandalized. He laughed and gripped my hand tighter, pulling me forward faster. We made it to the shower and he turned it on, soaking us both under the hot spray.

  But the heat of the shower was nothing compared to the fire that flared to life in me when Joe put his hands and lips and tongue on me. If I'd had any thought that he was really concerned with getting clean it would have disappeared as he pushed me against the glass wall, sliding one of his legs between mine.

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  A Note from the Author

  Thank you so much for reading Rocked. Liss and Joe's adventures are just beginning. To get updates as each book in the series is released, please go to my website, www.clarabayard.com.

  Also, I love hearing from readers to feel free to send me an email at authorclarabayard@gmail.com and I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible.

  - Clara