Rock My World

by Lex Valentine

  Silently, she agreed with him. She’d always been commitment-shy, but now she’d fallen in love with him. Now she wanted forever. What forever meant was something they’d have to discover together.

  “I want everyone to know we’re together,” she began. “No more hiding or denying. I really don’t care what the tabloids say. I just want to tell the truth and they can do with it what they want.”

  Sin nodded. “That’s a big thing, baby,” he cautioned.

  “I know, but I really don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks.” And she didn’t. The consequences of loving Sin were worth it to have him.

  “Anything else?”

  He stared at her intently and she could feel his desire to press her but she didn’t know what drove him. She thought about their options and sighed heavily.

  “This industry is gonna kill us, Sin. I’m tired of touring and being center stage. You’re on your way up. You need to be on the road, pressing the flesh,” she explained carefully. “I don’t even wanna see another hotel suite.”

  Sin shook his head. “Baby, I don’t need the road. It’s not my style anyway. So tell me what you’re getting at?”

  “Would you…move in with me?”

  Fear made her words shaky and tentative. Fortunately, Sin seemed to understand exactly. He kissed her again, his mouth promising her more than any man ever had.

  “I will on one condition.”

  She blinked at him, happiness beginning to seep into her bones and warm her from the inside out. “What’s that?”

  He smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. Leaning his forehead on hers he whispered, “One day soon I’ll have a question for you and I want you to answer it honestly, from your heart, not thinking about our careers or the age difference between us, but focusing only on how I make you feel.”

  “Question? What kind of question?” she asked suspiciously.

  Sin shook his head. “Not yet. One day, but not today. I promised myself that if you gave me a chance to be with you, I would take things in baby steps.” He played another arpeggio. “So why did you go to Oberlin?” he asked, changing the subject back to neutral ground.

  She chuckled, leaning against his shoulder and watching the muscles in his arms ripple as he played. “Because my mother wanted me to be the next Maria Callas.”

  A grin hooked up the corner of his mouth. “You didn’t want to be a famous opera singer?”

  “No. I loved rock music. I wanted to be Sheryl Crow in faded jeans and a halter top, playing Steve McQueen on an acoustic guitar at a huge outdoor festival. Or Lita Ford in a music video with big 80’s hair, tight torn jeans, and a killer electric riff that made all the guys watching play air guitar while drooling,” she admitted with a laugh.

  Sin reached for his acoustic guitar. He began to play a familiar riff. Gia shook her head. “You dork. That’s the wrong key for Steve McQueen. Who let you graduate from Juilliard?” she teased.

  He shrugged with one shoulder and set the guitar against the side of the piano. “I play everything in my key, as if I were going to sing it. It’s just a quirk I have.”

  “You are pretty quirky for a young guy.” Gia nudged him over on the piano bench and began to play one of Firewire’s ballads. The song had a signature piano solo. Live on stage, Gia always used the break to take a few sips of water.

  “You play that very well,” Sin murmured, his pale blue eyes watching her fingers move across the keyboard.

  “I should. I wrote it.” She flashed him a smile. “What you hear on the CD is me too. They just prefer me up front when we play live. I never get to play it then.”

  Sin’s eyes narrowed. “How many instruments do you play?” he asked in a suspicious tone.

  Gia loved his quick wit and intelligence. Very few people knew what an accomplished musician she really was. They just saw her tits and half-naked body on the CD cover and thought that and a set of pipes was the sum total of Gia Santora.

  “Six. Piano, guitar, cello, violin, bass and harp. Basically, anything with strings.” She grimaced a little. “My mother started me with violin and voice lessons at the age of four. The more instruments I mastered, the more frenzied my mother became to have me be the next big opera star. But it was never my thing. I always wanted to…”

  Gia stopped. Telling Sin her childhood dreams was too intimate. She looked up at him when he nudged her shoulder.

  “You wanted to what, Gia? C’mon, you can tell me.”

  Oh, what the hell, her internal voice said. She slanted him a look from beneath her lashes. “I wanted to be the conductor of the orchestra.”

  Sin’s eyes opened wide, shock holding him unnaturally still. “You’re shitting me. Really?”

  She nodded shyly. Very few people knew of her orchestral dreams.

  Sin leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Can I tell you a secret?”

  She eyed him a little suspiciously, but nodded.

  “I wanted to be the same thing.”

  His whispered words had her eyes snapping wide open. “Really?” She echoed his words.

  He nodded. “Really.” Then he grinned at her. “We had the same dream. That is just too cool.”

  “It’s a little freaky if you ask me,” she said with a snort.

  He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I’ll show you freaky,” he murmured and kissed the hollow of her throat where the robe gaped open.

  Gia popped open the remaining buttons on his jeans. As he opened her robe and stroked her shower-damp body, she slipped her hands into his pants and took out his thickening cock. With a few strokes of her hand, he reached full erection. She slipped out of his embrace and onto her knees beneath the piano, taking his cock into her mouth.

  Sin hissed as she wrapped her tongue around his hard flesh. Gia had never been one to shrink at trying anything new sexually. She went at it as if it were a new food to try and fully expected that there would be things she liked and things she didn’t like. With blowjobs, while she’d always enjoyed giving them, there was an intimacy involved in the act that stopped her from offering them to men she’d never see again.

  As she licked Sin’s cock, she felt a swell of satisfaction that she could now perform oral sex on him as much as she wanted. He wouldn’t be gone in the morning. The intimacy wouldn’t be wasted on a stranger. Lovingly, she cupped his balls, reveling in their smoothness. When they tightened in her hand, pulling closer to his body, she hummed a little in pleasure. She sucked him with deep, even strokes, swirling her tongue around the shaft and teasing the head. His hands settled into her hair and he gripped her skull, pushing her head onto his cock as his hips thrust up into her mouth.

  Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked him more urgently, her throat muscles caressing him. When her fingertip grazed his anus, he moaned and bucked beneath her hands. His sensitivity there gave her an idea for another time. She loved testing his kink level.

  She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock and he moaned loudly. Sucking him and pulling on his balls as her tongue lashed him gave her a heady feeling of power. That sensation was tempered by the excitement she felt at kneeling before him, servicing him. The picture they made in her mind sent waves of arousal crashing through her and her cream began to drip down her inner thighs.

  “Oh, fuck. Gia, I’m gonna come,” Sin warned in a raspy voice.

  Gia sucked him harder, teasing him unmercifully with her tongue, eager to taste his cum in her mouth. With a cry, he fisted his hands in her hair, tugging hard as his body went rigid. The first hot splash of his cum hit her tongue, then he spurted roughly into her mouth, gushing copious amounts of his fluid into her.

  He sagged on the piano bench, his taut thighs going lax, his hands untangling from her hair as she swallowed the last of his ejaculate. He stroked her curls, his breath coming heavily.

  “Oh, Gia.”

  She raised her head, gently swirling her tongue over him as she began to lift her mouth from his cock. The head re
sted for a split second on her bottom lip as she gazed up at him before it fell, limp and spent, between his thighs.

  “I wish I had a camera,” he said hoarsely. “The image of my cock head resting on your lips is amazing.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips and smiled. “I guess you’ll just have to grab your phone the next time I put your dick in my mouth. It’s not like you won’t have plenty of opportunities in the future.”

  His eyes blazed with emotion. “I can’t wait to go home with you.”

  Gia rose to her feet. “Me either.” She slipped out of the hotel robe. “Meanwhile, would you like to watch me use that big pink vibrator? I got all hot and bothered blowing you.”

  She knew she sounded like a total sexpot but she didn’t care. Sin understood her. It was the reason she’d decided to take him home with her. Now if she could just calm her fears enough to figure out how to make a life with him once they got home, everything would be just perfect.

  Chapter Seven

  Gia’s house sat two blocks from the ocean up a small hillside street in a tiny beachside community where no one paid any attention to her. She liked it that way. The white-washed Spanish-style adobe dominated what had once been three lots with older homes on them. She’d bought all three, hired an architect who hired contractors, and they’d created a mini-estate for her. A high white wall encircled the property. Huge wooden gates blocked a view of the driveway and house from the street.

  The limo waited in the street as Wade opened the gates with a remote. As the gates rolled back, revealing the long flagstone drive, Sin leaned forward. Gia knew he was curious so she remained silent and let him look over the manicured lawn, the sparkling fountain and the cool white buildings that made up her home. The drive curved around the fountain at the front of the house, but branched to one side where a huge six-car garage attached to the house via a covered walkway. Beyond the walkway, behind the garage, a guest cottage could be seen, and farther back behind the house the edge of the pool and the long narrow pool house peeked out.

  When the car stopped, Wade and Sin opened their doors simultaneously. Gia smiled. Most men weren’t homebodies, but she knew Wade was. As for Sin, she figured his eagerness to be nothing more than curiosity about her home. By the time she stepped out of the car, Wade had their luggage and guitar cases sitting on the driveway. The limo pulled away and Wade unlocked the door and reset the alarm. He reached for Gia’s luggage but Sin waved him away.

  “I’ve got it, dude. You go on home.”

  With a smile, Wade picked up his suitcase and walked toward the guesthouse. Gia grabbed the guitar cases and let Sin get their luggage. Once they were inside the house, standing in the white-tiled entry, Sin let out a huge breath.

  “This is a nice place, baby.”

  She laughed and carried the guitars down the hall to a huge open room with a grand piano. She set the cases down and turned to find Sin right behind her. He stared at the wall of glass that looked out at a side yard with a small fountain and a traditional white gazebo. He walked over and tapped the glass with one finger. His brows rose.

  “Bulletproof?”

  She nodded uncomfortably. “Wade had it put in three years ago along with the alarm system and that front gate. The original gate was wrought iron.”

  Gia didn’t like thinking about the fear that had dogged her steps back then. In the years since Reinhardt had been locked away in prison she’d tried hard to put that period of her life behind her. Yet the structure of her daily life now reflected the danger she’d been in so she could never fully forget the fear.

  Tension flickered on Sin’s face. He put an arm around her shoulders and drew her close, kissing her temple. “He can’t get you. You’re safe now, baby.”

  She shuddered and hugged him tightly for a moment, letting the heat of his body leach away her fears. Oddly, she’d felt safe with Sin from the moment she’d met him. Something in his open expression and keen blue eyes just made her feel as if nothing could touch her if he was there.

  “Why don’t you show me the house and then we’ll have a snack and a nap?” he murmured in her ear, snaking his tongue out to flick at her lobe.

  Her trembling turned to shivers of lust, but she pulled away and grasped his hand, dragging him around the house from room to room. He teased her, whispering all the details of the different ways he’d make love to her in each room. By the time they made it to the kitchen Gia’s knees were weak. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a container of sandwiches and salad.

  “Someone knew you were coming home,” Sin said with an appreciative grin as he filled a plate with food.

  Gia nibbled on a pickle. “Wade’s sister India takes care of the house and does all the cooking.”

  Sin’s brows rose. “She as good with a gun as Wade?”

  A shiver went through her. She didn’t like thinking about her security and the reasons for it. “They have the same dad, an ex-Secret Service agent who was fanatical about his family being able to protect themselves, so I imagine whatever he taught Wade, he taught India. I’m sure India has more abilities than her fantastic cooking or Wade wouldn’t have insisted she come to work for me,” she replied.

  He reached out and grabbed her hand, caressing it with his long fingers. The calloused pads touching her bare skin sent lust rippling through her. Heat flooded her body.

  “I’m glad they all take such good care of you. I’d fucking go nuts if something happened to you,” he murmured.

  Eyes wide, she clutched his hand like a lifeline. “I love you, Sin,” she said in a rough whisper. “I want to show you how much. In my bed, in my house, with no one to interrupt us, no schedules, no planes, no sound checks. Just you and me and lots of naked skin.”

  Sin got up and closed the food containers. He shoved them into the refrigerator and took Gia’s hand, pulling her up the stairs. The instant they walked into her bedroom, they began to tug at each other’s clothes. They left the door open, left the curtains open, and barely made it to the bed itself before their mouths fused together in a kiss so hot, Gia thought they’d set the place on fire.

  Sin undressed her, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered. By the time she lay naked before him, she quivered with need. He got up from the bed, leaving her lying there, and dragged the full-length antique mirror over. He fussed with it for a moment, positioning it to one side. Then he went over to his suitcase and rummaged in it. When he turned back to her, he smiled brilliantly. Gia’s heart thudded.

  He tossed lube and a condom onto the bed. She ignored them and blinked up at him, dazzled by his masculine beauty, the sun-streaked dark hair, the eyes as bright as the Caribbean, the square jaw with a bit of golden stubble. Her eyes drifted over his body as he stripped off his t-shirt. His broad shoulders rippled with muscle, the tribal sun on one biceps expanding as his arm flexed. The opposite arm was decorated with a spiked tribal band that defined the muscle. He had a light dusting of dark gold hair across his pecs and his ridged abdomen was bisected with a line of matching hair that dipped below the loosened waistband of his jeans.

  He popped open the rest of the buttons and let the jeans fall to the floor, exposing the curve of his hipbone. His strong thighs covered in fine gold hair tapered to muscular calves and long, fine-boned feet. Jutting from neatly trimmed pubic hair the same color as the hair on his head, his thick cock curved up toward the indention of his navel. The pierced eyebrow rose as he caught her staring at him.

  “Like what you see, Gia mine?”

  She nodded, her mouth cotton dry from gazing at his perfection. Well, he wasn’t perfect exactly, but to Gia he seemed like it. No man had ever commanded her heart or her body as Sin did.

  “I love what I see,” she whispered as he came toward her.

  He pressed one knee down on the mattress and leaned over her, brushing back her hair. “Good. I love what I see too.”

  He bent and kissed her. His lips were warm and firm and she could feel the emotion that fueled his
kiss. She caressed his jaw lightly, her fingertips, calloused from playing guitar, snagging in the golden stubble.

  “What do you see, Sin?” she asked, her gaze holding his steadily, her heart thudding with arousal, anticipation and love.

  Sin smiled and it lit up his face. “I see the woman I love. My future. My forever.”

  She could have sworn her heart turned over although she knew it was impossible for the organ to do such a thing. His mention of a future scared her a little and she knew they needed to talk about that and probably would while they were alone over the next few weeks. Her commitment issues hadn’t gone away entirely, but the idea of forever with Sin wasn’t nearly as scary as she’d thought it might be.

  Gia let her hand trail from his jaw to his shoulder, down his arm and over his chest. She followed the narrow trail of hair to his straining cock, encircling his shaft with her fingers, stroking lightly. Sin’s hips swayed, bucking lightly into her touch. They stared at each other as she caressed him.

  “I’ve never brought a man home, Sin,” she admitted.

  His smile widened. “Good.”

  That single word rang with a possessiveness that Gia loved. She’d never considered herself the type of woman who would like being owned, but between her and Sin, everything she imagined a long-term relationship would be had been turned on its ear. His possessiveness excited her and made her feel wanted. His protectiveness made her feel loved and cared for. The way he always demonstrated his feelings for her with little intimate touches and gazes in public as well as private made her feel cherished and special.

  Sin reached for the condom and handed it to her. She opened it and rolled it on to his cock with her lips and tongue. He hissed in a breath as she deep throated him, letting her mouth worship him. She filled her palms with his balls, tugging them lightly, squeezing them. A growl rose from his chest as he pulled away from her.

  “Stop. I don’t want to come yet and your tongue is magic on my cock,” he told her.