Rock Her Long (Rock Her Series Book 3)

by Alyson Hale

  I love the way her body hums against mine. I love the way she smiles up at me. I love the way we can talk about anything and it never feels stiff or forced.

  I love her, and for the first time in my life I’m certain of what I want.

  It’s not going to be easy, at least not for a while. Being separated from her again is going to feel a lot like sending my beating heart out into the world without me. But being with her from a distance is a hell of a lot better than not being with her at all.

  Elyza releases a melancholy sigh. “I guess we only have a couple of days with each other, huh?”

  “Physically, yes. But if you think you’re getting rid of me that easily, you have another thing coming.”

  She pulls away to look me in the eyes. The specks of gold floating in her irises are illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window. “Eddie, don’t get me wrong. I love you and I want to be with you, for real, but how can we be together if we’re always coming and going in opposite directions?”

  A wicked grin starts on my face. This sweet, innocent woman is about to be initiated into the fine art of phone sex. Some people’s fantasy lives aren’t developed enough to handle a long-distance relationship, but I have several filthy ideas for helping us handle the lack of each other’s physical presence.

  I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand to my feet. Elyza releases a tantalizing moan of protest. I take my phone from the nightstand and nod to hers, which is resting on the one on the opposite side.

  “I’m going to go into the bathroom and text you,” I tell her. “Get ready to take some photos of yourself.”

  My cock springs to attention when her wet mouth drops open. I’m still planning on making her pussy my holster at least a few more times before we go our separate ways, but for the moment, that magic mouth of hers will do just right for my fantasies.

  I go into the bathroom and close the door behind myself. Then I pull up her contact and text her.

  Me: Hey baby, I miss you so much. Just thinking about you turns me on. What are you wearing right now?

  I hear her giggle echo through the room. Then she texts back:

  Elyza: Nothing ;) ;)

  Me: Hot damn. Can I see?

  A few minutes pass of whispered curses and shifting on the bed. I wonder what’s taking so long. She’s probably overthinking her pose and the angles. As soon as I get out of here, I’m going to tell her that any photo of her incredible body naked is enough to make me come three times in a row. Even this role-playing exercise has my cock turning almost purple with need, and I just came not too long ago. Sexting has always been a favorite foreplay activity of mine, but no girl has ever made me this hard just by telling me that she’s not wearing anything, and I already knew she wasn’t.

  Elyza replies with a photo of her face with only the top crescents of her round breasts exposed. Her eyes are hooded with desire and her lips are glistening. She’s just as turned on by this as I am, but she’s nervous. I’m going to have to coax her a bit.

  Me: You’re so sexy, angel. But you’re a tease. I want to see all of your delicious tits bared for me.

  Elyza: In due time. I want a pic of what you’re wearing first, baby.

  Her bargaining tactic takes me by surprise. My mouth cracks into an amused grin. This woman knows how to get what she wants.

  I angle my phone just under my pecs and take a photo of myself from my face down to the top of the V leading toward my cock. If she can be a tease, so can I. I’m going to make her beg to see what she really wants.

  Elyza: Mm, yes, there’s my sexy man. I want to see that cock.

  Me: Show me those beautiful tits first, sweetheart.

  In a matter of seconds, Elyza replies with a photo of her tits pushed up. Her pebbled nipples are straining for my attention over top of her arm. My mouth aches to wrap around them and give them the relief of my tongue.

  Motherfuck. Now I’m worried playing these games with her from a distance is going to be more torture than I can stand.

  Me: Fucking hell, Elyza. I’m coming a little just looking at them.

  Elyza: That makes me so happy, baby. Now show me that cock.

  I take a horizontal photo of my length, making sure my tight balls and wet tip are on full display.

  Elyza: Oh God, you’re so hard and wet for me, Eddie. I want to slide my soaked pussy around you and feel you pumping in and out of me.

  I’m impressed. I had no idea she would take to this game like a fish to water.

  Me: Now call me on video chat.

  While I wait for her call to come in, I take some lotion from the bottle on the countertop and slide it all over my cock. I keep pumping out lotion and rubbing it on myself until I’m almost covered in the white cream. Her pussy is always so hot and wet, I’m going to have to empty half the bottle just to get anywhere close to the sensation of being inside her.

  Elyza’s name appears on my phone. I answer the call. She has the phone positioned perfectly above her body so my eyes can rove over every inch of her, including her shiny labia, which she’s spreading with her fingers.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Elyza. I wish I was there with you.”

  “I wish you were too,” Elyza says. She brings her fingers up to her mouth and tastes her own pussy juices. “Mm, so good.”

  “God, I can taste that sweet nectar from here.” I start pulling on my cock, giving her full view of my body hunched under the camera. “You’re making me so hard.”

  “Yeah, pull on that cock, baby. I want to see you cream for me.” Elyza rubs circles around her clit, involuntarily closing her eyes with pleasure.

  “Keep your eyes open so you can watch me, love,” I instruct her. Elyza obeys. She nibbles her lower lip as she watches me rub my thumb in a circle around my tip.

  “You’re such a big man,” she moans. “I love the way you stretch me when you’re inside me, Eddie.”

  “I love the way you squeeze my cock.” We’re just imagining, but it feels so real. I tighten my grip around myself and rock my hips, emulating the motion of thrusting inside her. My hard, calloused hand is nothing like her slick, soft pussy, but luckily I have a good imagination.

  Elyza’s mouth drops open as she slides her finger around and around her pearl. I watch her make an effort to keep her eyes open even though they want to close. She keeps her eyes on my cock as I pick up the pace and matches my speed and rhythm with her hand. Her tits jiggle as her abdomen starts to quiver.

  “Fuck, Eddie, this is so hot.”

  I smile. If she thinks this is hot, she hasn’t seen anything yet.

  Finally, I surrender to the internal pressure and come harder than I’ve ever come in my life. My strings of cum shoot all the way over to the shower curtain in front of me. After watching me come, Elyza surrenders to her orgasm and gushes all over the bed. Her hips shake and her body stiffens as she heaves and moans out her release. Our chests rise and fall with equal speed from exertion.

  I watch her beautiful face relax as she comes down from her peak. “You did so well, sweetheart. I’m proud of you,” I tell her. She beams at me through the camera.

  Chapter 23

  Elyza

  Eddie flicks his thumb over the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist. We’re holding hands at the table with Jace, Kyri and the others in the wedding party. We’re trying to keep things PG-13, but we’re still feeling an irresistible drive toward each other, especially since we’ll only be together for two days before Eddie has to leave for the next tour location.

  I considered going with him, but the people at Hannigan Records have already been waiting six weeks for me to come and sign my contract. I don’t want to risk them changing their minds. Eddie and I haven’t talked about anything yet except how much we love each other—and love fucking each other. I don’t want to upstage Jace and Kyri’s big day with my news. As soon as things are official, I’ll make an announcement to everyone. But for now, telling the love of my life seems like
a good first step, especially since I owe it all to him.

  I hug his arm into me and lean in to whisper the news, but then Jace and Kyri suddenly stand from the table.

  “It’s time to toss the bouquet,” Kyri announces to the room. I groan and roll my eyes, fully intending to stay at the table with my man and opt out of this nonsense. Traditions have never been that important to me. I know it’s all a bunch of bullshit someone made up so they could make sense of life and its randomness. Besides, I’m too damn short to reach the bouquet, anyway.

  My traitor best friend grabs me by the arm and yanks me toward the middle of the dance floor. I cry out and stretch my hand back toward Eddie.

  “Come on, Ely, don’t you want to know if you and Eddie are the next to get married?” Lance wiggles his eyebrows. I roll my eyes and stand next to him, as he predictably has chosen to side with the women over the men. He fully owns his feminine side, and I love that about him.

  “That’s silly, Lance. Catching the bouquet has nothing to do with it.”

  Kyri stands on a small platform in front of us and counts down from three. She tosses the bouquet back over her head, and a bunch of tall girls clamor for it. It bounces off the massive tangle their long arms create and right into my outstretched hands. Shocked, I stare at the assortment of pink and white flowers. I’m always too short to reach for the bouquet with any hope of catching it, but this time it landed right in my lap. Is this another sign?

  I glance up at Eddie as the men prepare to catch the garter. He glances back over his shoulder at me, but doesn’t linger. A knot forms in my stomach. It must have freaked him out that I was the one to catch the bouquet. I should have let Lance have it. I knew this was a stupid idea. We just got back together, and now I’ve gone and ruined things. Why am I so dumb with relationships?

  Jace slides the garter off Kyri’s leg, then stands and pulls it taut to fling it over his shoulder. The scrap of fabric flies back directly toward Eddie. Everyone watches, amused, as all the men around him step far out of the way. Eddie nonchalantly reaches his hand up and catches the garter, like a pro baseball player snatching the ball out of the air.

  Eddie’s friends move back toward him as soon as the garter is safely in his hands and slap him on the back, congratulating him. His eyes flash with an emotion I can’t define as he turns and looks directly at me. We meet each other in the middle of the dance floor and Eddie pulls me into a deep kiss. Our friends and family respond with cheers and merciless heckling.

  “Sorry about that,” I say through a giggle.

  Eddie squints at me. “Sorry for what? If it wasn’t so tacky to propose at someone else’s wedding, I’d seal the deal right now.”

  All the color washes out of my face. “You’re not serious.”

  “I am,” he says deeply, brushing a stray curl out of my eyes. “Why do you think all my mates knew to step aside as soon as you caught the bouquet? You belong to me and no one else, Elyza Calloway. I’m going to marry you. I know that for a fact. It’s only a question of when and where.”

  My smile hurts my face. I stretch up to kiss him, and he returns the kiss with fervor. We stay out on the dance floor as the music starts up again.

  “You’re right, that sort of thing should be saved for a different day,” I say. “As should the news that your girlfriend has a record deal.”

  “What?” Eddie shouts. A few people around us turn their heads, but most are too distracted by the fact that Jace and Kyri are headed over to cut the cake to notice. Eddie lowers his voice and pulls me tightly into his embrace, gushing how proud he is of me against my hair.

  I squeeze him around the waist, treasuring every last second of his presence. “I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should have trusted you when you told me Chelsea kissed you and you didn’t want her to. What you did for me...I’ll never be able to repay you—”

  “You don’t need to.” Eddie tucks my head under his chin. “Just know that I’ll always come back for you, angel. No matter what happens, I’ll always come home to you, untouched by any other woman and ready to be the man you need.”

  I smile, the last wound in my heart closing for good. “I’ll be waiting for you, Turner.”

  Epilogue

  Eddie

  Five years later

  The door clicks open as I enter the mansion at 4:30 a.m. Our housekeeper, Riya, takes my belongings and welcomes me home. I thank her and mumble a swift greeting. My stomach sinks when I look around and don’t see Elyza anywhere. I knew it was unlikely she would be awake, but I’d hoped she would set an alarm for the time when I was due to arrive home so I could get the much-needed, sweet relief of her lips on mine and her pussy wrapped around my cock.

  The two of us had conflicting tours this time, so we haven’t seen each other at all in weeks. Our only communication has been over video chat and the occasional text message. The conversations have gotten increasingly hot and heavy, but there’s only so much talking and teasing a man can take before he loses his goddamn mind. I want to hold my wife, feel her breath on my lips, eat her moans and screams and feel her writhing underneath me as I take her to paradise. In fact, it’s gone beyond a want, it’s a need, and I can’t deny myself any longer.

  I take the winding staircase two at a time and practically sprint to the end of the long corridor. After Elyza agreed to marry me, I bought some land in the English countryside and had this mansion built for our family. A flat in London was no longer enough once I imagined the place overrun with babies and pets. Besides, my Elyza is a queen, and she deserves to be treated like one. She is a rising star in the classical performance industry and still plays the one song that matches mine in our concerts on occasion. Once she signed her record deal with Hannigan, she took off like a flash. Every time I watch my wife perform, I get inspired to do my own music writing. We are each other’s muse. It is absolute heaven on earth.

  As I charge the double doors of our bedroom, I rip my shirt off and unbuckle my belt, hoping to save time and get inside her as soon as humanly possible. However, when I open the doors, I see something that throws a massive monkey wrench into my plans.

  There are two men in our bed with her.

  Little men, that is. Our sons, Liam and Henry, ages four and two, are snuggled up in bed with their mum, looking cozier than two bugs in a rug. My heart melts at the sight of my wonderful family leaning on each other in my absence. The boys’ reddish brown curls are mingled together on the pillows with Elyza’s, who looks exhausted even in sleep. My wife is a trouper to have survived the past three months with two little mischievous boys all on her own. She deserves some intense pampering. Morning can’t come soon enough.

  I kick off my shoes, slide off my jeans and socks and slip into bed behind Elyza. I was trying not to wake her, but she stirs and turns around to face me. I watch her beautiful face light up with pure joy.

  “Eddie, baby,” she whisper-screams. My wife throws her arms around my neck and attacks me with a kiss. Her short, spaghetti-strapped nightie isn’t much of a barrier between my cock and her wet heat. It feels wrong to be so turned on by her with the boys in the room, but I can’t help it. My wife is a goddess. I have craved the nearness of her more than she could ever comprehend.

  She moans into my mouth. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I’ve missed you too, darling,” I growl against her lips. “Every last inch of you.”

  Elyza’s eyes doll out and her lips grow wet. She looks at me in a way that makes my cock ache with need. “Should we move this to another room?”

  “Fucking hell yes,” I say emphatically. I lift her into my arms and swallow her giggle, unable to stand parting my lips from hers for even a moment.

  We move into a guest room, where I rock my wife to the beat of our own music until the first rays of sunlight stream through the window. Her body has rounded out some from pregnancy and childbirth, and she has a few more stretch marks than before, but I love her so much more now that she bears the evidence on her bod
y of what we’ve created together. She is even softer, sweeter and more perfect now than she was when I met her.

  Every time I look into her eyes, I remember the night we met and how lucky I was to find her. I thought love couldn’t exist for a man like me, but she found me like a guardian angel saving me from the depths of hell. We might have to do some of our loving over the distance, but as long as I get to rock her for the rest of my life, I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world.

  THE END

  STAY TUNED

  Rock Her Series Book 4

  Rock Her Forever – Connor’s Story

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Alyson Hale is a passionate contemporary/erotic romance author from the American South. Her weaknesses are rock stars, billionaires, and alpha males. She is married to a strong, stubborn family man who shows up in almost every book boyfriend she writes. Alyson is also a mother to one human child, one canine child, and one feline child.

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