Strum Me: A Rockstar Romance (Rock Chamber Boys Book 2)

by Daisy Allen

  There’s a soft light inside and the fireplace is crackling, warming the cottage, and I know that my instructions have been followed.

  “Where are we?” she finally asks.

  “We’re…home.”

  “Home?”

  “This is…this is the first place I bought when I realized we had more money than we could ever spend. And I try to come here whenever I need to be alone.”

  “It’s beautiful. Did you..?”

  “Did I decorate it myself?”

  “Yes. You have a good eye.”

  “I had good advice.”

  She wanders around, touching every surface. Smiling as she notices little figurines of musicians on the mantelpiece, and pictures of my family that she peruses one by one while rubbing her hands over the fireplace, warming them.

  “Do you like it?”

  “I…I love it.”

  “I want to show you something.”

  I point to a frame on the wall by the door and we walk toward it. It sits on a small shelf with an under light, and in the dark room, we can still see it.

  She looks at it from afar, the whips her head around and stares at me. I just smile.

  She moves right up close to it and peers at it from mere inches away.

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “How…”

  “How did I get it? I have all of them.”

  “You do not.”

  “I’ll prove it.”

  I stroll over to the bed and pull an album out from the bottom drawer of the bedside table. I bring it over to the dining table and lay it on top of the heavy wooden slab, flipping it open to the front page.

  It’s a scrapbook of all her articles, clipped from newspapers and magazines. The first page is the very first article she wrote for a national paper, a duplicate of the clipping on the wall. She flips through the album, periodically looking up just to stare at me, her mouth open, her eyes soft, glistening.

  “I lied. I lied when I said that after I heard you were coming on tour I read some of your pieces. I’ve been following you for years,” I finally admit to her.

  “Did you know I was going to be at the press conference that day?”

  “No.”

  “Are you glad I was?”

  “More than I am for life itself.”

  “Brad.”

  “Sweet, sweet Emily.”

  And then it’s like the elastic tying us to one another tires of being stretched, and retracts.

  She springs up onto her toes and runs to me, and I catch her, her legs wrapping around my waist, her arms around my neck. Her lips on mine.

  The kiss is desperate but tender. My mouth continues to devour hers even as I carry her to the bed. Laying her down, her legs refuse to let go of my waist and I fall, fall, fall, on top of her. Falling like I’ve been falling for her my entire life,

  “Omfffff.” She lets out a soft grunt as our chests meet.

  “Sorry, are you okay?”

  “More okay than I ever have been. Now stop talking and kiss me.”

  “You’re so bossy,” I tease her, taking a moment to wonder at her face.

  “Yes I am, so there’s no point in arguing.”

  I don’t dare, and instead lean down and our mouths meet again. This time gentle, playful. Her lips nipping at mine, her tongue running along my own, then disappearing back into her mouth, daring me to follow.

  Somewhere in the play I lose my shirt, my pants, everything. Her nightie is torn away and soon it’s just her body and mine.

  “I want to see you,” I tell her. I want a memory of this.

  I lean back against the headboard, and she sits up, resting back on her heels. Her hair cascades over her shoulders like a chocolate mane, its ends wispy over her breasts, her nipples. It fuels my promise that soon I’m going to come over them.

  Her hands come up and brush her hair away, and she is completely exposed to me.

  Stunningly, vulnerably, achingly beautifully exposed.

  Then, as if she can read the thoughts in my eyes, she runs her fingertips over her body. Lines of goose bumps follow, and my cock throbs at the thought of traveling those lines with my tongue.

  “Are you cold?” I ask. More to break the intensity than anything.

  “No.”

  Her fingertips graze her nipples and they instantly harden. And my mouth waters.

  Then down over the soft plane of her stomach her fingertips linger and down, down, down. Until her hand cups the soft mound of her sex.

  I hardly notice the high and low rise of my chest. Just that my cock is harder than it’s ever been.

  She leans back and her legs spread. Then without warning, she spreads her sweet pussy lips and glides a finger deep inside herself.

  My teeth break the skin of my tongue.

  God.

  She doesn’t stop. She pulls her fingers completely out, then back in again. I can’t tear my eyes away. I don’t want to miss a minute of this.

  Taking care not to touch my cock, or I’ll come before I want to, I move closer to her, to see clearer, to be a part of what she’s doing, to smell her…to taste her.

  Her legs spread a little more as her hips lower onto the bed, her eyes struggling to stay open, but I know she wants to watch me watch her.

  In and out. In and out. There’s no doubt of her arousal as the sound of her finger-fucking her own pussy fills the room.

  “Your clit. Play with your clit for me, angel,” I beg her.

  And she complies. She moves her finger, circling her sweet little bump and her moans push me over the edge. I move between her legs, pushing her hand away and replace it with my tongue. Flicking, flicking fast. I have no patience now. I need to hear her orgasm, feel it, know I brought it on.

  “God, Brad. Oh God, I love when your mouth is on me.”

  There’s no doubt.

  I press my tongue hard against her, covering her clit completely, grinding. Her breath comes short and fast now, and I know it’s coming, her coming. I press a thumb against the opening of her pussy, and she arches, wanting me to fill her up. I tease her, tracing the rim, but never quite plunging in.

  “Please, Brad…please.”

  “Please what, angel?”

  “God, just…please.”

  “Please you?”

  “Fuck. Yes.”

  And I do. I pull my thumb away and my mouth, pull myself up onto my knees, and thrust my cock deep into her pussy.

  “OH MY GOD!” she screams. And I struggle to keep inside her.

  I grab her hips and keep her anchored as my own hips start to piston back and forth, driving my cock deep, deep into her. I’m so close, but I can’t come until I feel her come on me.

  Our groins meet with every thrust. I can feel my pelvic bone grind against her clit each time I drill into her.

  “God, Emily. You…God, you drive me insane. I can’t get enough of you.”

  Her hand comes up to cup her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples, and I know she’s just a whisper away.

  “Come for me, come on me, baby.”

  “I’m so close.”

  “I know, I know.”

  Her legs find their favorite position, wrapped around my waist and I lean over her, bracing against the bed. I’ve never been so deep inside her, my cock grazing against those deliciously tight pussy walls.

  I push her hand away and my mouth envelops her left nipple, my tongue flicking the hard little tip.

  It’s all she needs.

  “FUCK! God, I’m coming. God, oh fuck!” She thrashes under me, in that completely free, uninhibited way that she does. I stop thrusting, trying to hold back my own orgasm, wanting to cherish the way her pussy contracts and tremors around my cock.

  My tongue doesn’t stop circling her nipple until her body starts to relax.

  And then I start to make love to her again. My hips rock back and forth, back and forth, my cock throbbing, fucking her delicious, wet warm pussy until I can’t hold
back any longer.

  “Ohhhhh, Emily, I love you. Oh God. Ohhhh my fucking angel.”

  Her eyes lock onto mine as my entire body jerks, emptying everything I have into her. My head falls even as I try to hold myself up, waiting for the last of my climax to ripple through my body. She turns her head and kisses my forehead.

  I roll back onto the bed and she scoots over, laying her head on my chest. Her hand draws sweet nothings over my stomach, making me shiver. I’m spent. Body and soul.

  “Where are we?” she asks me again.

  “We’re in Northville.”

  “Where we…”

  “Yep, where we met for the very first time.”

  “On the school trip.”

  I nod again. On the school trip.

  “Is that a coincidence?”

  “What do you think?”

  She’s quiet and I wonder if the revelation scares her or reassures her.

  “Don’t you see? It’s always been you. Always has, and always will be. Eight years apart or forever, I was always going to belong to you. And you were always meant to come here.”

  “And now I have?”

  “I’m going to have my wicked way with you!”

  I roll her over onto her back and dig my fingers into her sides, making her double over in laughter.

  “No! I hate tickling!”

  “Then why are you laughing?”

  “Because I’m happy, you ballsacked buffoon!” She grabs at my wrists and tries to flip me. I help her and lie on my back, pulling her body on top of mine, enjoying the weight of her.

  “We’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours,” I mutter as I nibble on the sweet skin of her neck.

  “I have something in mind.”

  She grins and slides down my body, her hand already working its way around the sheath of my hardening cock.

  Dirty mouth or not, it certainly knows what it’s doing.

  Chapter Thirty

  Emily

  There’s a beeping from the kitchen and the sound of ice falling in the machine.

  It wakes me and then I realize it’s not the only foreign sound.

  Seagulls, or some seafaring birds, are hungry and calling out their food orders. Others reply. I can’t help but giggle at my translation. “Get it yourself, Norm. I’m tired.”

  The soft wish-wash sounds like waves crashing onto shore and I wonder how far away they are. I roll across the bed, and there’s no warm body to stop me. The dip in the mattress is cold and I wonder how long he’s been gone.

  Pulling myself up onto my elbows, for the first time since we arrived last night I see sky. Sky and sea. The sun is just rising and the view out of the ceiling-to-floor window is divine. Literally divined by God.

  The sky spreads out in front of me, a soft pink hue blending with light blue, blending right into the ocean, as if they were but one.

  It’s so seamless it takes me a while to realize we’re on a cliff. I sit up higher, but I can’t quite see where land drops into the sea.

  I scan the horizon, and see him. Sitting on a bench, staring out at the same marvel I am.

  Picking up his shirt from the ground, I pull it around me, and then add the blanket for good measure.

  The sliding door is still cracked and I push it open, shivering as the cold, winter morning air hits me. I wander over to the bench and stand behind it, leaning over him, sliding my arms down his chest and pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

  “Mornin’.”

  “Hmm, mornin’ angel.”

  “You’re going to have to stop calling me that or else I’ll start to think I am one.”

  “One what?”

  “An angel.”

  “But you are.”

  “Of mercy?”

  “Hell no, you weren’t very merciful last night,” he whispers into my ear, then presses a kiss to my jaw.

  “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

  “Oh, but I wouldn’t. I like the little evil you have in you.”

  I stand up straight and walk around the bench. He pulls me onto his lap, the blanket enveloping us both. Nuzzling against his neck, I wonder how I could become so addicted to his scent so quickly.

  “Evil. Dirty. What happened to all the compliments?”

  “Fine, you’re also nefarious and a total nymphet.”

  “Don’t forget ‘bossy.’”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I giggle, stupidly content. We’re quiet as we watch the sun rise from its lazy perch on the horizon and up in the sky. I can’t remember the last time I watched the sunrise.

  “Can we stay here forever?” I sigh.

  “I didn’t have any plans of leaving.”

  “Did you mean it…that you always meant to bring me here.?”

  “Never meant anything more.”

  “Bet you didn’t plan on there being a Ben though.”

  “No, but it doesn’t change anything…except we might need to build a wall.”

  “Really?”

  “Well, yeah, I intend on devouring you on a regular basis. That’s not compatible with Ben sleeping in the same bed.”

  “No, I mean…really, it doesn’t change anything?”

  “What doesn’t change anything?”

  “Me having Ben.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “You really don’t, do you?”

  “No. And now you’re making me feel dumb.”

  “I mean, me having Ben, it doesn’t change how you feel? About me, about wanting to be with me?”

  “You’re kidding me, right?” He pulls away and his eyes search mine.

  “Kidding how?”

  “Oh, God, now you’re the dumb one,” he says and I poke him hard in the stomach. “Ow! I just mean, that’s a silly question. You don’t know how I feel about Ben? Really?”

  “I guess…”

  “I love that little bugger like he was my own. I love him because he’s just like you. And if you weren’t his mother, I would love him just as much. I just wish he were mine.”

  I don’t know what to say.

  So I don’t sully the moment with words. I just curl up in his lap, the safest place in the world, and wish I never, ever have to leave.

  ***

  “It’s your phone,” I say to Brad an hour later. We’ve both emerged from the joint shower, and I’m trying to find something in his closet that doesn’t scream “I left in the middle of the night in a nightie for a sex marathon.”

  “Thanks, babe,” he says, walking past me, but not before landing a loud smack on my ass.

  “Hey!”

  “Shush, I’m on the phone, can’t you see?” he teases.

  “Ittttt’s Brad!” he jokes into the phone.

  His face immediately turns serious. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down. What’s going on?”

  His eyes flick to me, and I try not to panic. Unsuccessfully.

  “What is it? Is Ben okay?” I whisper to him.

  He nods and presses his fingers to his lips, quietening me, listening to the words coming at him a mile a minute over the phone.

  “Okay, okay, we’ll be right there. Just…just don’t do anything and keep B—…just make sure everyone’s okay. An hour, tops.” He presses a button on the phone and looks up at me.

  “Well?”

  “Let’s …I’ll explain in the car.” He grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug.

  I know better than to ask right now. I will when we’re on the road. I don’t know why. It’s not usually my way to not panic, but Brad seems calm, and if he’s there, whatever it is can’t be too bad.

  ***

  It’s bad.

  It’s…it’s my worst nightmare. The one I’ve been having ever since Ben was born. The one that’s been coming on strong these last few weeks.

  In the car, Brad waits until we’re on the highway before he takes my hand and tells me. The guys woke up to a loud knocking on my bus door. Hailey knows better than to ans
wer things like that, and waited until Jez and Sebastian came out to see who it was and what they wanted.

  It was two policemen and they were asking after me. When they saw I wasn’t there, they asked if Ben was there. Carrie brought him out and they looked him over and asked a few questions—if he was okay, if he was in trouble, where was his mommy, did he know the people around him. They said Ben was pretty happy but he didn’t know where I had disappeared to overnight and that was a bit worrying. The police left a card and asked me to call when I got back.

  “It was Silas,” I tell him, without a shadow of a doubt.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Silas called them and made some bogus report, I’m sure of it.”

  “You mean, about Ben? About you and Ben?”

  “About me not taking care of Ben.”

  “No. No, he wouldn’t, would he?”

  “He threatened me the other day.

  “He threatened you? When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “It was just yesterday.”

  “What did he say?”

  “It was after Ben went missing. He was in the tent with me, and he said… ugh, I don’t remember exactly, but he said that maybe it was time that things were going to change with him and Ben. He wants him, he wants to take him away, I’m sure of it. Oh my God, Brad, what if they take Ben away?” The panic comes on fast and strong.

  “Shh, baby. Just try and stay calm. We don’t know what’s going on yet. Let’s just get you back and we’re going to get to the bottom of this.”

  “I…can’t…I can’t lose him, Brad. I just can’t.”

  “You’re not going to. Right now, it’s nothing to worry about, okay? We’ll be there soon.”

  And I wish that believing is enough to make it true.

  ***

  The police tell me nothing when I call them. Just that they had had a call and they thought they should check up on Ben. They said they saw nothing wrong and no formal report had been made. They wouldn’t tell me who had made the call, but I don’t need them to tell me. I already know. They did make a throwaway comment, that maybe I shouldn’t go off without leaving my son to worry about where I was.