Rock Revenge: Alex's Story (Access All Areas Book 4)

by Candy J. Starr

  “We could go to my place.”

  I shook my head. “She had it bad for you,” I said. “And she’s trying her best to get over that. I think it’s for the best.”

  I stood in the doorway and watched him go, wanting to call him back, my nerves straining for him. But I kept strong. Sally had been an awesome friend to me.

  I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I’d told Alex it was only a few days so, if he could do it, I could too.

  I stepped inside. There was a message on my phone. Alex had sent it. He must’ve written it as soon as he walked out the door.

  “You’re worth waiting for.”

  Alex

  It was the night of Sally’s farewell. I told Dee she was spending the night at my place.

  “No arguments. I’ve waited this long. A week. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand minutes. And every single one of them, I’ve spend thinking about you. Ten thousand minutes of wanting you. I’m not a superman. There’s a limit to my self-control.”

  She grinned. “Well, it’s not like you’ve been totally deprived of me.”

  I kissed her again. I’d never get sick of kissing her. I’d never have a moment in this life where I didn’t crave the smell of her skin or the touch of her fingers.

  “Get a room, you two.” Carlie gave me a nudge.

  “Yeah, Carlie, you can talk. Everyone knows you and Holden did it in the store room,” Drew said. “I needed to mop the floor and I couldn’t even get in to get the mop bucket until you’d finished.”

  Gross.

  “How’s Sally about this?” Carlie asked Dee.

  “She’s too excited about leaving. She did tell me to be careful because Alex is a massive jerk. But, of course, I already knew that.”

  She smiled at me.

  We’d broken our embrace but Dee kept her hand in my back pocket. I wondered how early we could leave. Every moment we spent in socialising was pure torture to me.

  “Don’t even think about leaving early,” she said.

  “I’ll stay to give Sally a farewell speech but that’s it.”

  “Have you thought about giving me Sally’s job?” Drew asked.

  Since I’d been kicked off the Summer Rock Festival tour, I’d be sticking around the club and would take over Sally’s job with the bands for a while. That’d work in the short term but it was no long term solution. I needed someone competent to take over the job.

  “I’m not sure you’ll be appropriate,” I told him.

  “Don’t underestimate me, Alex. I’m far more competent than I get credit for.”

  Maybe it was the squeeze of Dee’s hand on my butt, maybe I was getting soft in the head. Whatever, it made me weak.

  “I’ll tell you what, Drew. You work with me over the next few weeks and if you do an okay job, it’s yours. But I’m not going easy on you. You have to have your shit together.”

  Drew did a little dance and then grabbed Carlie around the waist.

  “Hear that, Carlie? I’m going to be promoted to band booker.”

  “Hey, what will I do for a bus boy? I need Drew.”

  “You should’ve appreciated me while you had the chance. Bussing is too small to hold the Drewster now.”

  Drew kept dancing around the bar. Maybe I needed to impose a “no dancing on the job” rule. He could have his moment of celebration, though. I wasn’t sure how he’d go as band booker but people can surprise you.

  The grin Dee shot me was so wicked, I wanted to drag her into the store room and rip off those annoying clothes keeping her body from mine. Only, then everyone would talk about us like they did Carlie and Holden. Nothing was ever a secret at Trouble.

  When Sally arrived, I made my speech, thanking her for all her hard work. She blushed and stuttered out some words. I glanced at Dee who shook her head. Hell, she was drawing this out.

  Once the attention was off us, I asked Sally what her long-term plans were for her apartment.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, Dee’s subletting it off you but she’ll be moving in with me as soon as I can convince her.”

  “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t be so convinced that’s going to happen anytime soon. She’s fiercely independent. She’s not going to give up on that.” She grabbed me tight on the arms and shot me a look that burned through me. “You hurt her and I will kill you.”

  “Yeah, you and Carlie both. You’re fierce women.”

  Carlie and Drew had gifts to give her, so I went back to Dee.

  She squeezed my hand. “You aren’t too upset about missing out on Summer Rock, are you?”

  To be honest, it killed me. Some other band was taking the place that should’ve been mine. Again. It felt like there was some wall keeping me from my dreams. I was talented, I had charisma and I was loved by the crowds but it felt like I couldn’t get beyond that wall.

  “I’ll live,” I said. “And I’d rather be here with you.”

  Dee nodded. “Yeah, not on tour with those groupies that’d be all over you.”

  “I’d rather be with my first groupie.”

  She punched me. “Hey, I was never a groupie.”

  “Hell yeah, you were. You were like a little duckling trailing after us. You couldn’t even talk to me.”

  “Luckily, I got over that.”

  “Yeah well wait until later tonight and see if you can talk then.”

  She blushed. She’d be mine finally. Forever, if I had anything to do with it.

  Finally, she grabbed me.

  “Let’s go,” she said. “You’ve waited long enough.”

  Dee

  When Alex and I left Trouble, I knew my life would change forever. I’d been so fixated on revenge but revenge leaves you cold and alone. That’s not what I’d wanted at all. I slipped my hand into Alex’s pocket, twisting my fingers in his.

  “What do you think Jake would’ve thought about this? About us?” I asked him.

  “He’d have killed me,” Alex said. “He’d have punched any guy who looked at you.”

  “Jerk. Like I can’t decide those things for myself. That protective big brother thing would’ve gotten old real fast. I promised him I’d get revenge on you. I swore.”

  I still had that photo in my bag but I didn’t talk to it as much anymore. I should find a nice frame for it and put it up somewhere.

  “Do you think he’d have really wanted that? He wasn’t a vengeful person.”

  A cold breeze swept up the street and I huddled closer to Alex.

  “I guess not. I guess I was doing it more for me than for him. I had so much pain inside me after he died.”

  Alex nodded. He knew exactly what I meant.

  I’d never been to Alex’s apartment before. It was amazing. If I thought the place he’d loaned us was awesome, this was awesome squared. The views were spectacular and the whole place was so minimalist and clean.

  “You can see the whole city from here,” I said, walking out onto the balcony. “It’s so pretty with all the lights.”

  It was cold in the night air and I only had on a thin t-shirt. I’d left my jacket on the sofa. I hesitated about going back inside, suddenly becoming nervous. If I wanted to be with Alex, I had to leave the past behind. I couldn’t nurse my hurts and damages. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us.

  I was ready to start afresh, to make Jake’s memory about the good things, not the bad.

  Alex came out and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. His body was so warm against my back. My head emptied, all those whirling thoughts became focused. I wanted to be with Alex, I knew that. I wanted him as a real man, not the image I’d created as a young girl. The Alex that I loved had imperfections. He had major flaws, but I loved those flaws, those flaws were part of him.

  He nibbled my neck. Shivers ran down my body and I closed my eyes, surrendering to him and the sensations of his mouth. He bit harder and I squirmed.

  “Keep doing that,” he whispered in my ear.

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p; His fingers crept over my stomach, inching up my t-shirt. He tickled and I squirmed against him even more. His hard cock pressed against my back.

  I’d held out for this long, not wanting to upset Sally and not wanting to rush things, but I could hold out no more.

  “Let’s go inside,” I said.

  “Let’s stay out here,” he whispered, his fingers climbing higher until they were almost touching my breasts.

  That tease drove me nuts. How could he stop so close?

  I turned around and grabbed his hand. “We’re going inside. We’re not giving your neighbours a free show.”

  “They can’t see,” he said.

  “I bet they can. I can see that woman in that apartment over there – ew, is she really doing that?”

  I pulled him inside.

  “Which way to the bedroom?”

  He directed me. His bed was enormous. I flung myself on it, pulling him down on top of me. With his legs between mine, his cock felt even harder, digging into me.

  He kissed me, gentle at first but I needed more. I crushed my mouth to his, hungry for the taste of him.

  “Ever thought it would come to this?” he said when he pulled away.

  “I’ve known since I was thirteen years old,” I said.

  He moved off me, trailing his fingers down my stomach again. I wanted him to stop talking. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to think. I wanted him to fuck me.

  “Hey, wait a minute, you were fourteen when I met Jake.”

  “Yeah, well, every girl in high school knew who you were.”

  “Really? Wow, all those girls with crushes on me. I was pretty hot back then. Well, I guess I still am…”

  I’d have punched him if his fingers hadn’t ended up in my panties, robbing me of my free will. The way he moved them inside me, I could only gasp. Desire thumped through me like a punk rock bass riff, all dirty and raw.

  “Did you dream of me doing this?”

  I nodded. “Sort of,” I managed to choke out the words.

  He lifted my t-shirt over my head with his other hand then brushed his hand over my left breast as though he owned it. He did too. He owned both of them, the left and the right. I moaned and pressed myself against him and felt his hot breath on my neck as he nuzzled into my hair.

  He removed my panties altogether and spread my legs wide. The thumping desire became louder, blocking out any other sound.

  “But the reality is so much better, right?”

  I could only nod. My body was a quivering mess, my hips bucked and my whole being was filled with magic. He never broke my gaze as he worked his fingers in rhythm with my thrusts. My body would explode. I’d shatter into a million pieces, but he kept watching me. As I tensed up, he moved faster. The world dissolved into a wonderland, brighter and more sparkling than the lights outside.

  Then the music stopped. I was dazzled by my own orgasm until I heard him unbuckle his belt. I raised myself up on my elbows to watch him undress.

  He slipped his pants slowly down his hips then removed the t-shirt that had clung so tantalisingly to his chest all night. The sight of his body made me purr.

  This was it. This was the moment.

  He lowered himself onto the bed and rubbed his cock teasingly against my entrance. My core ached with longing for him. If the warm-up was anything to go by, the main act would be mind-blowing.

  “Hurry up.”

  He laughed, so I glared at him. He really wanted to torture me. Bastard. I’d make him pay for that. One day. When I had more control of myself.

  Slowly, he eased his cock inside of me. So slowly. I could feel every bump and every ridge. The pleasure was almost agonising.

  Then, suddenly, no more teasing. No more control. He thrust with a fury that I had to match. Hard enough to jerk through my entire body. I braced myself with my hands but my head jolted up. A scream tore from my throat before I could stop myself. Nothing in this world ever felt so sublime.

  The music started again, inside my head, all grinding bass. The pressure inside me built to a crescendo. I needed release but I never wanted this to end. I twisted my hands in Alex’s hair as the tension became too strong for me to handle.

  I wanted to open my eyes and watch his face as he fucked me but I couldn’t. I had no control over my body, none at all. I became nothing but his. As the wave of my orgasm broke, he collapsed against me.

  The two of us were emptied of all but love for each other. All the aching, all the pain, was gone. This would be it, tonight and every night, forever.

  The stars shone above us, the night so clear it was like we could see eternity. I could see Alex going on tour and me missing him like hell. I could see me working hard to get my own band to the same level because I realised music was something I loved.

  Alex and I, together, no matter what, with a bond stronger than either of us alone. I saw Alex and I making the most of every single moment we had together because we’d learnt how easily that could be destroyed.

  I’m not a vengeful person and there are some things in this world you have to forgive.

  THE END

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  Too Many Rock Stars: Violet’s Story

  Rock Star Returns: Carlie’s Story

  The Trouble with Rock Stars: Jackson’s Story

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  Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.

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