Rocked All Night (BBW New Adult Rock Star Romance)

by Clara Bayard

  I wrapped my arms around him and started swaying to the music that played quietly as desire and a few drinks lowered my inhibitions enough to speak the truth. “I really only wanted to dance with you, you know.”

  “Good,” he murmured, running his hands down over my butt, kneading.

  Every inch of me came alive under his touch.

  “Take your dress off,” Rick ordered me.

  “What if someone comes back here?”

  He looked around for a second and then grinned. “Get in the hot tub.”

  I paused for a second, but then did as he asked. Shimmying out of my clothes and underwear, I braced myself against him to remove my shoes and felt Rick shudder. I loved that he got so turned on by me. That I drove him as crazy as he did me.

  As soon as I was naked he shoved off the rest of his clothes too and hopped into the big tub, stretching out a hand to help me in. I climbed waded in, about to climb down the three steps inside when Rick stopped me. He grabbed my hips and sat me down on the edge so only my legs up to mid-calf were underwater.

  “What?”

  “Gotta return that favor, sweetheart,” he said.

  At first I had no idea what he meant, and then I realized and smiled. “Won’t get any argument from me.”

  “That’ll be a first,” he responded softly before sliding over between my legs. He spread my thighs open and lifted one leg onto his shoulder. I leaned back, balancing myself on one of the railings as the steaming water bubbled up, tickling.

  But then Rick’s mouth descended to my sex and everything else disappeared. The stubble on his cheek abraded lightly, a sharp contrast to the soft warmth of his tongue as he licked lazy circles around my heated flesh, rounding tighter and tighter to my center.

  I gasped as the tip of his tongue danced over my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating from that spot. He swiped over it again and again, faster and with more pressure each time and I swallowed a shout as I shattered into sharp shards of ecstasy.

  “Rick, Rick,” I whined mindlessly.

  He pulled back just long enough to grab something from his pants where they hung on the side of the tub, and then was back again. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper above the sound of rushing water and then felt him tug me down, and before I knew it he was inside, filling me, taking me, claiming me, completely.

  As he thrust deep into my tender heat, I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. Every nerve-ending in my body was screaming with pleasure as he plunged inside again and again, ever so slowly, letting me feel every bit, stoking the fire inside me higher and higher.

  Our gazes locked and the wild desire I saw in his eyes just made it better. I dug my nails into his neck and clasped my ankles tight around his back as we rocked together. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub and guttural sounds escaped from both of us.

  And just when I was about to explode again, he stopped. Slid completely inside and froze.

  “Wha-why?”

  “Look at me, Jules.”

  I blinked a few times to make my eyes focus. “What is it?”

  “You. It’s you and me. And it’s perfect.”

  “Oh god, Rick, really? You want to have a moment right now? Don’t be such a girl. Just fuck me.”

  He frowned and then laughed. “Damn you, woman.”

  He shifted his grasp, holding my hips and then started a series fast, deep thrusts that took my breath away. I wondered briefly if arguing would always be such a part of our sexual chemistry. But then he bent down and nipped at one of my breasts and I decided I didn’t care one bit.

  I yelled something nonsensical and my core tightened. My nails raked his back, breaking the skin. He hissed and just kept driving into me harder and faster. The climax ripped through me, making me writhe uncontrollably, taking everything he had to give and returning it back, connecting us completely. I kissed him and bit down on his tongue, forcing pleasure and pain to combine as we rocketed to outer space together, wild and reckless and…perfect.

  But then, minutes later when I could breathe and speak again, we came to the “what were we thinking” part of the encounter. By pure blind luck no one had come outside to catch the view or go for a dip, but now we were naked and in a hot tub above a packed dance club.

  Rick and I looked at each other, our clothes strewn around and the rest of the balcony, and burst out laughing. It was a moment just as meaningful as any of the ones we’d shared before. Real, and funny and intimate.

  “Well, shit,” I finally said. “How do we play this off?”

  He shook his head. “Fuck if I know.”

  I snorted. “Some help you are.” I slipped away from him and rested against the side of the hot tub.

  “Give me a sec.” He sat opposite me, looking intently in my direction.

  “Staring at my tits isn’t going to help you come up with a plan.”

  “It might, just not the kind you’re looking for.”

  In spite of myself, the flame of desire rekindled deep within me and I smiled. “Get us out of here with minimum embarrassment and I’m yours all night.”

  “Well, why didn’t you say so.” Rick smirked and climbed out of the hot tub. He pulled his pants up over soaking wet legs, but left his shirt on the ground. “If anyone comes by, duck under the water. I’ll be back in a second.”

  “Um, okay.”

  He retreated around the privacy screen and then stuck his head back around. “Oh, and sweetheart, you haven’t been paying very close attention. You’re already mine. And for a long longer than just tonight.”

  Then he was gone again I was left to try not to wonder why his cocky possessiveness was so appealing to me. But true to his word, Rick returned in under two minutes. He held a bathrobe in one hand and my purse in the other.

  “I come bearing gifts and information.”

  I smiled and climbed out of the hot tub, reluctantly. I pulled the robe around me quickly in the cool air and then turned to look at him. “What’s the information?”

  “There’s an entrance to the bathrooms from out here. No one will see you until you’re dressed again.”

  “That is good information. What about you?”

  “I’m gonna hang out here. Do my brooding loner thing.”

  I laughed. “Do you ever stop doing your ‘brooding loner’ act?”

  Rick tugged at my hair where it hung damp behind me and then planted a kiss on my throat. “Only around you, it seems.”

  I sighed and smiled, looking into his eyes for a long time before grabbing my clothes and following him to the door that would lead me into the shower area. As I got cleaned up and dressed, my thoughts were dreamy. After reapplying makeup and pulling my hair into a messy bun, I slipped into my shoes and left the bathroom.

  By now, the super VIP area was occupied again. A few members of the crew were chilling by the glass, watching the party rage below. Becca was standing by herself next to the bar and something on her face prodded me to see if she was okay. But then I looked down at myself. A cursory glance wouldn’t reveal anything, but she was too observant to not notice my fresh makeup and wet hair. So, after tossing a questioning look her way, I kept striding towards the elevator. Becca just waggled her fingers in a distracted wave and went back to staring at nothing. I felt like a total bitch for not talking to her, but I didn’t even know what I could say. It had been a long time since I made a real friend and I was terribly out of practice. Between that and my need to keep what I’d been up to secret, my presence wouldn’t have helped her anyway. I figured I could call her in the morning and see if she wanted to have breakfast. Or lunch, depending on how late I slept.

  When I exited the elevator, I wasn’t sure where to go. Back to the dance floor? To the hotel to wait for Rick? I had no plan, so I just kind of stood there for a while, feeling disconnected to everything around me, though not in a necessarily unpleasant way.

  Then Dex stumbled over, clearly drunk out of his mind.

  “Julia, my darling. I’v
e been looking all over for you!”

  “You have?” I asked incredulously, turning my face away when he slung an arm over my shoulder and hitting me with a blast of seriously overproof breath.

  “Yes. Forever.”

  “Well, you’ve found me. What’s up?”

  “I need Becca.”

  “Oh. She’s upstairs. I can go get her. Or call up there for you.”

  “No, no, you don’t understand. I need her.”

  I patted his hand. “Okay. That’s nice.”

  He exhaled loudly. “You aren’t getting me.”

  “I…no, I guess I’m not.”

  “Bollocks,” he replied belligerently before pitching over forward and almost dragging me with him. Luckily for both of us, the security guard was there to catch Dex’s weight so I could stay upright.

  “Sorry,” I told the guy. “Guess he’s partied out for the night.”

  “No problem.” He held Dex with one arm and muttered something into his headset. “Someone will be coming in just a minute to escort him out the back. Or carry, if necessary. The rest of your party will be notified and there’s a car waiting.”

  “Oh, okay. Thanks. Um, I can go back to our hotel with him. Make sure he gets to bed safe.”

  “Good.” H spoke into the headset again and smiled. “Your ride is ready and waiting. I recommend putting him off to a side alone, if you catch my meaning.”

  As if on cue, Dex groaned and slid to the floor in a heap. I rolled my eyes.

  The elevator dinged behind me and Rick and Matthew stepped out. Rick had put the rest of his clothes on, but I could see a scratch mark from my fingernails along one bicep and his hair was damp.

  I smiled at them both, trying to play it cool, and pointed at Dex. “Someone turned into a pumpkin tonight.”

  Rick laughed and punched Matthew lightly on the arm. “You’re on Dex duty tonight, brother. I got puked on last time.”

  Matthew groaned. “Swell.”

  I updated them on the “get Dex out of there” plan and two giant club staff members appeared just as I finished. They picked the barely conscious bass player up under each arm and dragged him around the back of the wall and down a hallway.

  I headed after them and Rick caught up with me. “Need me to help with him?”

  “Nah, I’m sure someone at the hotel can help me get him to his…” I started at him blankly for a second, trying to figure out why he looked slightly annoyed. Then I got it. “Oh, yeah. It would be nice to have someone give me a hand. With Dex.” I arched an eyebrow and saw Rick was trying not to laugh.

  “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll ruin the rest of my night helping this asshole. Some things never change.”

  Matthew, who was the beneficiary of that performance, pulled even with us as we approached the back door of the club. “I can come along, if you want.”

  “No,” Rick said, a bit too forcefully. “No point making all of us leave early and miss out on the fun.”

  Matthew looked at him and then over at me, but didn’t say anything. He just nodded and wandered slowly back towards the dance floor.

  “Slick Ricky, very slick.”

  “Shut up, Jules.”

  He called me Jules again. I grinned and there was a spring in my step as we left the club and climbed into the waiting stretch limousine. We sat next to each other, not touching, but as far away from Dex as possible. Once back at the hotel we’d have a few hours of night left to be alone together and I planned to make every second count.

  SEVEN

  The next evening I was sleep deprived but really, really happy. I’d gotten up at some time after noon following another multi-orgasmic session with Rick, had lunch with Becca as promised and listened to her complain about some little tiff she and Dex had, which explained the state I’d discovered him in the night before. It said something that a tiny disagreement could make him feel the need to get hammered. I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad, but something, for sure.

  Now I was heading over to the venue for our first show. It sat thousands and was one of the smaller ones we’d be playing. But it was the first and I could barely keep from bouncing in my seat on the way. Even the presence of my mother yapping bullshit into my ear couldn’t contain my excitement.

  As soon as we pulled in and a PA handed over my pass, I practically sprinted inside. The arena was huge. And in two days’ time, it would be filled with people – all looking at and listening to me singing my songs. I could barely believe it was finally happening.

  I had to calm down enough to get a tour and run of the day’s schedule, but I was so energized it felt like I’d had a dozen cups of coffee. I noticed my backing band helping to load in equipment for rehearsal and I got even more excited, if that was even possible.

  Making my way out in front of the stage, I noticed one problem. Instead of two platforms extending into either side of the standing-room section, there was just one in the middle. That made some of my choreography dicey and I realized I needed to check in with the stage manager, Adam. I asked a venue staff member and he said Adam was in a meeting but would be backstage when he finished. So, I decided to check out my dressing room and wait there. I wandered down the line of labeled rooms but didn’t see mine, so I went back in the other direction. On the way I heard Rick’s voice coming from the green room and waffled about whether or not to go in.

  Part of me wanted to, of course. To see him and touch him. And, I was somewhat surprised to realize, just to hang out with him. I’d come to enjoy his gruff demeanor and the moments of humor that snuck out when he wasn’t paying attention.

  I was about to just go for it when I heard another voice, this one raised in anger. Becca. Knowing their history, I was going to break up the inevitable argument when Rick’s words stopped me cold, mid-stride.

  “Becca, wait,” he said. “I know it isn’t your fault they’ve fucked up the dressing room assignments.”

  “That’s right, it isn’t. Not everything that happens wrong in the world is my fault.”

  “Hey, what the fuck, I…” He paused. “No, you’re right. I deserve that.”

  “Yes, you do. Wait, what?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  There was a long silence.

  “Did you just apologize to me?” she asked, clearly floored by this unlikely occurrence.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh. Um…oh. Okay. Well, I’ve got a call into the house manager and I’m sure they’ll correct it before tonight’s technical rehearsal.”

  “Okay. I’ll leave you to it, then.”

  “All right.” Another pause. “Rick…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thanks. For apologizing. We’re all under a lot of pressure and it means a lot that you get that.”

  He sighed. “I always have, Becca. And I know I’m an asshole to everyone, but it really isn’t personal. I’m just…”

  “An asshole,” she replied, laughing. “I know that.”

  “Yeah. Well, that probably isn’t going to change, but you’re kind of like family now, right? So I’m the jerk everyone tolerates and ignores.” His voice was light and casual, but the deeper emotion behind the words was clear. Rick would never be a sweet, cuddly guy. But he could admit when he was wrong and that meant a lot.

  “Okay.”

  “So, anyway, you get back to work and I’ll do the same. Oh, and one other thing. Whatever Dex did, forgive him. He’s an idiot but it tears him up when you’re mad at him.”

  “I…okay. Thank you.”

  He strolled out of the room and right into my path.

  “Hey.”

  I grinned. “Hey yourself.”

  “How much of that did you just hear?”

  “Enough. Come with me.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To the bathroom. I’m feeling very much in the mood for some fun suddenly.”

  “Wait, what? Last night you liked me being rude and broody.
Now I’m barely nice for a second and you like that too?”

  “I’m a complicated girl. Just go with it.”

  He chuckled. “Whatever gets me laid, sweetheart.”

  “Stop talking before I change my mind and leave you to your own devices in a broom closet, jackass.”

  *

  By the time that night’s rehearsal was over, I was close to collapsing. A great day, to be sure, but a long one. And, having satisfied my need for Rick with a quickie in a restroom backstage, I could go to bed alone and actually sleep. The morning would bring another long day and I wanted to be well-rested for a change.

  So, I went back to my dressing room, changed back into my street clothes and was packing up my bag to leave when someone knocked on my door.

  “Come in,” I called reluctantly.

  “Julia, I’m glad you’re still here,” my mother said. She walked into the room and stood in the middle, under the light fixture as if on stage.

  I considered making a snotty comment about how in that light I could see her age and her roots coming in, but managed to keep it to myself.

  “What’s up, Mom?”

  “I was trying to get you earlier, but so much to do.”

  “Sure.”

  “Well, I got you something.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch.

  I groaned. “Please tell me you didn’t waste money we don’t have on expensive stage jewelry. You know I don’t care about that shit.”

  She held out her hand. “It wasn’t expensive. And it isn’t for the stage.”

  I took the pouch, confused, and struggled to undo the knot holding it closed. Whatever was inside was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, but has some weight to it. “What is it?”

  She smiled and smoothed down her hair. “It’s not worth much, I don’t think. But it’s been in the family for a long time and…well, it’s yours, now. Just don’t bother trying to pawn it. Everything that could get a good price left with your father or got sold off at some point when we were fighting to keep the house.”

  I flinched at the mention of the really hard times from my childhood. I gave my mother a hard time about only caring about my career, but the truth is, she had to. Every penny she earned had gone to lessons and classes and costumes and instruments until I started making enough to support us both. And, beneath the resentment I had towards her, I did appreciate the sacrifices.