Down To You: Rockstar Romance (Sixth Street Bands Book 5)

by Jayne Frost

  “No.”

  My hand snaked down, under her tiny shorts, and I pulled back the crotch of her panties. And … fuck … she was wet. So very wet. And warm. “You want me?”

  Making Tori say it was a dick move. But then she wasn’t exactly on her best behavior either.

  “Yes,” she spat.

  Curving a hand around her throat, I whispered all my filthy intentions while I yanked down her shorts. After I pushed my jeans to my knees, Tori took over, kicking and squirming until the denim was a pool of fabric on the floor.

  “You must really want to fuck,” I whispered, rolling her halfway onto her stomach.

  She pushed back against me, craving the friction of my dick against her ass. Squeezing the firm globe, I waited until she groaned and then gave her a sharp smack.

  She gasped. “Logan.”

  In this position, I could just see her glistening cunt. Fisting my cock, I positioned myself at her entrance. “Promise me one thing,” I said, my breath ragged.

  “What?”

  I tightened my hold on her neck. “If I hurt you, you tell me.”

  “I don’t mind a little pain.”

  Fuck … fuck … fuck …

  This girl.

  “And I don’t mind giving you a little pain. But not that kind of pain.” I bit down hard on her earlobe. “Are we clear on that?”

  “Yes … yes …”

  With my free hand molded to her hip to lessen the impact, I buried myself in one punishing thrust. And I didn’t let up. I fucked her hard, my hand moving from her throat to her tit, where I pinched her nipple until she groaned and writhed. When her orgasm hit, she nearly dragged me down with her, but I held out until her body went still. And then I pulled out and, fisting my cock, rolled her fully onto her stomach so I could watch when I spilled my release onto her smooth skin.

  With my balls drained and my head swimming, I pulled her against me. “Is that what you wanted?”

  I prayed she’d say yes, because, truthfully, I had taken the game a little farther than I intended.

  “Mmm-hmm …” she purred, rubbing her cheek against my arm.

  Once I could feel my legs again, I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Let me get something to clean us up.”

  Returning from the bathroom with a wet towel, I found her passed out on her stomach, clutching the pillow. I took her in, from her glorious mane of sex-tousled hair, to her ink, to the scar that ran from her front to back. And in the middle of it all, my cum, branding her. Claiming her.

  She moaned when the warm cloth met her skin. After I’d finished, I scooted behind her, wrapping her in my arms.

  “Thank you,” she said, her voice dreamy and thick with sleep.

  “For what?”

  Humming, she burrowed closer and kept the answer to herself.

  46

  Orlando, FL.

  “What are you looking at, baby?” Logan asked as he entered the suite.

  Unable to tear my gaze from the spectacle outside the window, I settled for briefly meeting his gaze in the reflection. “Happily Ever After.”

  He chuckled. “That must be a pretty special window if you can see that.”

  I smiled, because ever since we’d rejoined the tour two weeks ago, I’d actually begun to think that happily ever after existed. And though I wanted desperately to believe that Logan could be a part of it, there were no guarantees. Trevor’s warning about not drawing the wrong kind of attention precluded any kind of public acknowledgement of our relationship. So I settled for the possibility of us in some distant future. And I lived in the now.

  “Haven’t you ever been to Disney World?” I asked as Logan’s reflection sank down on the bed to unlace his boots.

  “Nope.”

  “Come over here.”

  He climbed to his feet, stripping off his T-shirt as he crossed the room. When he banded his arms around my waist, one hand slipping inside my robe to palm my breast, I almost forgot about the fireworks. Until one of the mortars shot up and lit the night sky directly in front of us.

  “What is this?” Logan asked, his lips grazing my temple.

  “It’s the fireworks display they put on every night before they close the park. They call it ‘Happily Ever After.’”

  He took a deep breath and rested his chin on my shoulder. “So tell me about tomorrow. What kind of celebration is Disney planning for Belle Grayson?”

  He never called me Belle, and the way he said it now, in a soft tone that wasn’t soft at all, but cold and distant, sent a chill racing over my skin. All the while, he plucked my nipple, stopping just short of causing any real discomfort, but it wasn’t pleasurable either. He was proving a point, but I’d yet to figure out what it was. I just knew it had something to do with my appearance tomorrow.

  “I’m not sure.”

  Before another lie could spill out, Logan spun me around and, cupping my ass, lifted me to eye level so I couldn’t avoid his gaze. “You must have some idea.”

  “It’s for the Wishes Foundation.”

  I told him what he already knew, hoping it would be enough. It wasn’t.

  “And what’s on the agenda?”

  He slid the tip of his nose down the length of mine as another series of mortars went off, illuminating his face in reds and blues and yellows. And green. But that wasn’t the fireworks. He was jealous. And while I should’ve felt some measure of warmth, there was only sadness for him and a little anger for me.

  “Don’t, Lo.”

  Sliding his palm to my thigh, he brought one leg to his hip, and I felt him, hard against my center. “Why? Is it a secret?”

  “I don’t have any secrets from you.”

  And damn, how I wished that weren’t true.

  “Then tell me.”

  Letting my head fall back against the glass, my eyes drifted to the ceiling. “Four interviews.”

  His hand slid to the back of my neck, thumb pressing against my chin, forcing me to look at him. “And?”

  Outside, the whistle of several mortars filled the silence that swelled between us. “Dinner in the Beast’s Castle in Fantasyland,” I finally said, flinching as the night exploded into day, spilling harsh light into every corner of the room.

  When the finale was over, and there was nothing but darkness, he eased me onto my feet. “Sounds like fun. Sorry I’m going to miss it.”

  He strode back to the bed where he undressed and climbed under the sheets in record time, turning his back to me. I thought about telling him to leave since this was my room. Or I could slip through the adjoining door to his suite and sleep in the bed that hadn’t been touched in the four days since we’d arrived. Neither option sounded appealing, so I laid down on the couch.

  Sometime later, strong arms lifted me from my spot, and Lo’s familiar scent invaded my nostrils. Our fight filtered through my sleepy brain, and I forced my lids open. “What are you doing?”

  He laid me onto cool sheets. “You’re going to get stiff sleeping on that sofa. It looks uncomfortable as fuck.”

  Catching his arm when he tucked the comforter under my chin, I repeated the words he’d said to me the night I realized that I was in love with him. “Don’t go.”

  He looked down at me, pale brows drawn together. “I wasn’t planning on it.” But instead of climbing into bed, he sank down on the edge of the mattress and released a heavy sigh. “About before … I thought … I wanted …” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Never mind.”

  And with cat like grace, he made to crawl over me to get to his side of the bed, but I stopped him, sliding my arms around his neck.

  “Tell me, Lo.”

  Neither of us were very good at this part. The confessions fell from our lips in the dark or out of necessity. We were alike in that way. In so many ways. In all the ways that counted.

  “It’s your birthday,” he finally said, his tone stripped of all bravado. “I didn’t want to share it with …” Pale blue eyes dug into mine, and it took a minute
to realize where he was going. He didn’t mean the kids from the Wishes Foundation.

  I swallowed hard, pushing the hair out of his face. “With Rhenn?” A warm glow spread through me at the mention of his name. It wasn’t longing. But it was love. A different kind of love. Evolved. And I knew it would always be there, that affection.

  Logan nodded jerkily before rolling off me and throwing his arm over his face. “Yeah.”

  Burrowing against his side, I laid my cheek over his heart. “I agreed to do this before we left for the tour. It’s for a good cause.”

  “You don’t have to explain. I know—”

  I rose up on my elbow. “You don’t know.”

  Slowly, he tucked his arm behind his head, assessing me with a wary expression. “Okay.”

  My stomach knotted, and if I could, I’d skip this part. But, Logan needed to hear it.

  So I eased onto my back with my head on his pillow. “When Damaged took off, Belle was born and Victoria slipped away. Rhenn and me, we became us. The couple everyone knew.” Logan’s hand found mine, and I took it, lacing our fingers together. “After the accident, though, she died. I’m just wearing her face. That’s the reason I don’t do interviews. I want Belle to rest in peace.” I slanted my gaze to his. “I’m not her anymore. But every now and then, as a tribute to what we built, what we once were, I paint on her smile and I play the part. Does that make sense?”

  Logan nodded, stroking his thumb over my cheek. “Yeah. I got it, baby.”

  Doubt shadowed his features. But then his mouth was on mine and I was on my back with his weight pressed against me. And I felt his love. Or maybe that was wishful thinking. But for now, it was enough.

  47

  The lady in the special events booth wearing the mouse ears and the scowl slid back the window when I approached. Before I could speak, she said in a monotone, “The Magic Kingdom is closed today for a private party. Mickey and his friends would love to welcome you at another time. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

  I nearly lost a couple of fingers when I tried to hand her my special ticket. “Wait! I’m here for the event.”

  Ignoring the gold leafed invitation, she cocked her head. “The Wishes Foundation event? For the children?”

  A furtive glance around the area told me that Minnie was the only one on duty. It was either make nice or leap over the barricade and risk ending up in Disney jail. I pinned on a smile. “Yes. I’m a friend of Tori Greyson’s. She’s hosting the party.” When she still didn’t budge, I tipped my chin at the huge banner with Tori’s picture and said through clenched teeth, “Belle Greyson.”

  Dubious, she picked up the ticket and held it up to the light. To my surprise, there was a watermark.

  “M’kay,” she said, and then her gaze shifted to the little box in my hand with the Amorette Patisserie bakery seal. “I’m sorry sir, but there’s no outside food allowed in the Magic Kingdom today. Mickey’s rules.”

  Picturing an army of mice dressed like storm troopers descending on me to seize the petite cake I’d specialty ordered, I swallowed my pride and leaned forward as if to share a secret. “If you could help me out.” I popped open the box. “It’s, uh … Belle’s birthday today, and I got this for her. It’s a surprise.”

  Biting her lip, Minnie peered down at the frosted treat, then up at me. “I guess I can make an exception.” She attached a thin band to my wrist so I could enter the park. “That Belle is such a sweet girl. She made it a point to personally thank all of us before our shift. And what she’s doing for the kids … it’s so awesome.” She slid the ticket back to me. “It’s a shame about her husband, though. Did you know him too?”

  I felt my face fall right along with my stomach. “No, I never had the pleasure.” My lips bent in a semblance of a smile. “Thanks for your help, ma’am.”

  I walked away with my head down so she wouldn’t see the conflict brewing behind my eyes. One way or another, I’d been in Rhenn Grayson’s shadow for years. First with my music, and now with Tori. Maybe that’s the reason I hadn’t pushed her to make this public. Behind closed doors, I could pretend there was no Rhenn. And that Tori wasn’t with me by default.

  I walked faster, trying to outrun my whirling thoughts. But when I looked up, I found myself on a tree-lined path that dead-ended into a lavender castle with gold accents and high turrets. Since this was Disney, there had to be at least a dozen castles in the park, and yet, my feet led me here. To Tori. She was in there, behind high walls of someone else’s making.

  “I want Belle to rest in peace.”

  More than anything, I wanted that too.

  Just before sunset, Tori snuck out the side door of the castle, clutching the map I’d given Daryl to pass along to her with the little X marking my location. She’d left this morning before I woke up, so I stood back and admired the view as she strolled toward me wearing a dress I’d never seen before. Black, made of some kind of sheer material with tiny straps and a slit up the side that fell open with every step she took.

  And now I was hard.

  Resting my forearms on the stone bridge overlooking the pond, I watched her mouth curve into a smile when she saw me. Restraint was never my strong suit, so it took every bit of my willpower to keep from closing the gap between us and sweeping her off her feet. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. And though the park was nearly deserted with only a thousand or so people roaming around, we were far from alone. Anyone could see us.

  And that made it even hotter.

  “Hey. You came,” she said in a lazy drawl as she approached. Twenty feet away, Daryl loitered by one of the tall trees, trying to be unobtrusive. I took a step with the intention of stealing a kiss, but at the last second, a couple scooted past me, their sights set on Tori.

  “Oh my God,” the woman with the mane of wavy blond hair exclaimed, shifting the toddler in her arms from one hip to the other. “It’s really you. I’m your biggest fan. Damaged is everything.” Her companion, a lanky dude in his mid-twenties who I assumed was her husband, placed a hand on Blondie’s shoulder to keep her from encroaching any farther into Tori’s personal space. “Sorry. It’s just … your music means so much to me.” Slanting an adoring gaze to her husband, she flushed pink. “To both of us. ‘Lost and Found’ was our wedding song.” Turning her attention back to Tori, her eyes widened. “Oh, God, where are my manners? I’m Taylor, and this is my husband, Brett.”

  Brett reached out a hand for Tori to shake. “Hi, Belle. We’re big fans.”

  Tori slid her palm against his and smiled her sun-bright smile. “Nice to meet y’all.” Her amber eyes latched onto the child in Taylor’s arms and she dipped her head to investigate. “And who is this little angel?”

  “Ripley,” her parents replied at once and then Taylor added, “She’s turning four next month.”

  Four? She looked much younger. A lump rose in my throat when I noticed the little girls’ spindly arms and the dusting of blond fuzz on her head. New growth.

  “Are you a princess?” Ripley blurted, scrutinizing Tori with a serious expression. “Like the real Belle?”

  Tori shook her head, and her smile turned wistful. “No.”

  Brett curved his hand around his wife’s waist and as he pulled her to his side, he said, “We’re so glad we got to meet you and thank you for this trip. We haven’t been on vacation since …” He looked down at his daughter. “It’s been a long time.”

  Fighting to keep her smile, Tori said, “It was my pleasure, really.”

  After a round of selfies and some chitchat, Tori autographed their tickets and the three CDs that Taylor had sheepishly pulled out of her bag. During the entire exchange, I stood mere feet away, but the couple was so enamored with my girl, they never spared me a glance. Warmth spread through me, a mixture of love and awe and so many other things I’d never felt.

  Once they were on their way, Tori edged closer to me. “What do you think she has?” she asked quietly, her gaze fixed on Ripley, waving at us
over her mother’s shoulder.

  “I don’t know, baby.” My hand found hers for a brief moment, and I squeezed her fingers. “Come on.”

  We strolled down the deserted path in silence until Tori noticed the pastry box tucked under my arm. “What’s that?”

  Placing a hand on the small of her back, I guided her to the entrance of the one ride that no one was on. “You’ll see.”

  A smile tugged at her lips. “It’s a Small World? Really?”

  “Yup.”

  The kid falling asleep on his chair snapped to attention when he heard us coming. Jumping to his feet, he blinked at Tori and then rushed over to steady the small boat with his foot so she could step in. He couldn’t have been more than seventeen, but I could tell exactly what he was thinking.

  Patting him on the back as I scooted by, I whispered, “Easy, son. She’s mine.”

  The joke slipped out from some unknown place. And I wasn’t sure what to expect when I tucked in beside Tori, but she snagged her bottom lip between her teeth to suppress her smile. “He wasn’t even looking at me,” she whispered.

  “Oh, he was looking. And I guarantee, you gave him wood.” Her mouth dropped open. “It’s true.”

  Blushing, her gaze wandered to the kid as the boat glided forward. Placing my index finger on her chin, I guided that pretty face back to mine. “Right here, princess. Or you don’t get your surprise.”

  It took all of two seconds for her eyes to dip to the box resting on my knee. She looked so cute, so eager, more like a child than a woman who just turned thirty. I took pity on her and pushed the lid back. Her eyes widened, and she blinked up at me. “You got me a cake.”

  I brushed a feather light kiss to her soft lips. “Red velvet.”

  Tori’s body curved into mine in unspoken invitation. But I had plans. Ones I couldn’t fulfill if I gave in to another kiss. So I pulled back and handed her a plastic fork.