Hold Me: Music For The Heart - Book One

by Faith Starr

  Thank goodness Logan and his friend had made a quick disappearing act. Of all times for him to bring a groupie onto the bus, it had to be while I was chilling with Teva. And to make matters worse, she held a negative perception about musicians to begin with. My fucking luck.

  Teva and I exited the bus, and I hunted down the band’s driver, Buck. A guy nobody in their right mind would ever want to mess around with, the guy built like a Buick, solid and weighing a ton.

  I gave him the rundown on my drop-off status, something still in debatable mode, not sure if my ride would be one-way or round-trip. I’d have to wait until we got to Teva’s place to make that determination. I much preferred the former. Not that it made a difference. Buck would have to come back to the arena at some point to get the guys and drive them home anyway. I didn’t bother to tell them my plan of action. I had no desire to hear any shit about it, and knowing them, I’d hear plenty.

  Teva struck me as a bit on edge and uncomfortable sitting in the back of the limo. The guys and I didn’t have it on hand all the time. Typically it got us to and from shows when needed or anywhere else we made an appearance together as a band. Personally, we each had our own set of wheels.

  “Have you ever been in a limo before?” I started with an easy question. I wanted to scoot closer to her, but she had her purse wedged between us as a barrier. Intentional or not, I couldn’t tell.

  “Nope, can’t say I have.”

  She seemed out of her element, so different from the other girls the guys and I had brought into the limos over the years, less frequently now as our mindsets about the women had changed. Logan excluded.

  Those trips were usually one-way stops to drop off the ladies after having some fun during the ride, unless the action took place on the tour bus or at the arena. In those instances, delivery service wasn’t provided. But Teva differed from any girl I had ever met, and the insane part was I only knew two things about her: she worked as a nurse, and her friend was a huge fan.

  “What do you think so far?”

  “I can’t believe I’m sitting in one.” She kept her hands firmly clasped together on her lap, almost as if hesitant to touch anything.

  “How about a drink? There’s a minibar.”

  Her attention went straight to it. “That’s so cool.”

  “I know, right?”

  “I could use a bottle of water.”

  I could use a bottle of vodka. Too bad I didn’t drink. Yet I felt tipsy for some odd, crazy reason.

  With bottle in hand, I unscrewed the cap. My hand grazed her fingers when she took it from me. Our eyes met. I smiled, unsure of where her thoughts were going.

  “Thanks.” She kept her focus on the bottle, taking a few sips.

  “Mind if I have some?” I stuck my hand out to reclaim the bottle. She appeared a bit taken aback by my question, especially since there were several bottles of water in the minifridge. I wanted hers.

  “Oh, yeah, of course.”

  I would take advantage of any and every excuse to touch her. And my mouth wanted to touch a lot more than where her lips had just been.

  She kept her eyes on me while I took a few gulps. I handed her the bottle once I finished. She watched me, putting her lips to the tip of it and drinking some more.

  Fuck. My cock couldn’t get harder if it wanted to. The manner in which she’d angled her head back and locked her lips on the opening of the bottle had my mind going in a million different directions, all of them about her and the positions I wanted to place her in.

  Her purse needed a different parking spot. I lifted it and set it on the opposite side of her. I scooted closer. She took another sip of water. Her gaze remained glued to mine.

  When our thighs touched, I removed the bottle from her hand. I leaned in, my eyes locked on hers the entire time to make sure we were on the same page. Her breath hitched, her chest rose and fell, and her cheeks had become a nice shade of pink. Those were all the signs I needed to proceed besides the heat in her eyes and the warmth emanating from her body. I debated whether the no-touching rule still applied, deciding to take a risk and find out.

  I slid my hand behind her head and guided it closer to mine. I had to taste those succulent lips of hers again, her flavor from the water bottle too tempting not to have more, my mouth dying of thirst and only she could hydrate me.

  Her hands drifted up around my neck, where she eased her fingers into my hair. Pure heaven, her touch both soft and aggressive at the same time.

  My tongue sought hers out with ease, hers an eager participant. My cock got harder. If I didn’t give it a release soon, the damn thing would undoubtedly blow. That was how much she affected me.

  The limo telephone rang. I picked up the receiver. Buck alerted me that we were parked in front of Teva’s building. It amazed me how quickly we had arrived.

  “We’re here.” My words came out as a question or perhaps a plea. All I knew was that goodbye couldn’t be said yet. I wanted more. Craved more.

  She glanced out the window to take in her surroundings, sat up, and adjusted her top. “Wow. That was fast.”

  I delighted in the fact that she too had the same thought.

  Buck stepped out of the car and opened her door. I climbed out behind her. I signaled for him to hang tight, so I could escort Teva to the entrance of her building.

  We walked to the glass double doors, her hand in mine, my thumb caressing her knuckles. She typed in a security code in the keypad. When the door buzzed, I opened it. Then came the moment of truth: would she say good night, or would she invite me upstairs to her place?

  She peered in my direction. In addition to desire, she revealed a hint of fear or insecurity. I wasn’t sure which one. Possibly both.

  “The ball’s in your court.” I wouldn’t pressure her, because I knew for sure I’d see her again. My departure was more of a “See you later” than a “Nice to meet you.”

  “Do you want to come upstairs?”

  Fuck yes! Could my smile be any wider?

  “I thought you’d never ask. Hold tight for a second. Let me tell Buck and grab my bags.”

  I delivered my message to Buck pronto and was back at the entrance door to her building in the blink of an eye. I didn’t want to give her an opportunity to change her mind.

  She held the entrance door open for me.

  “Do you live alone?” I veered back to “normal” conversation during the elevator ride upstairs.

  “No. I live with Lily.”

  “It’s a good thing we know where she is. It means she’s not at home.”

  She considered the ugly elevator carpet. I raised her chin, so she could see my face. “Hey, you good?” I had to make sure she was still on board for whatever would come. Hopefully both of us. I hid my delight at the notion.

  “Yeah, really good.” She smiled.

  “That makes two of us.” I reciprocated the friendly gesture.

  The elevator door opened on the fourth floor. I had been so preoccupied with watching her that I hadn’t bothered to notice which button she’d pushed on the panel.

  She led me down the hallway. The carpet matched the masterpiece in the elevator, somewhat old and worn.

  She stopped in front of what I assumed to be her apartment, where she unlocked the door and entered. I waited patiently while she flicked on a light in the foyer.

  “Come in.”

  Using her feet, she kicked off her sneakers near the wall by the door. I followed suit and removed mine, thinking maybe she didn’t like people wearing shoes in her place.

  My first impression was that the apartment was all girl. A floral scent of some sort filled the air. It reminded me of the stuff Dani bathed in, Lush or something. My sister loved that shit. She smelled up our apartment with it on a regular basis when off tour.

  The place had ample space and was a decent size.

  “Can I offer you a drink?” Teva dropped her purse on the counter that separated the kitchen from the small living room.
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  “If I drink any more, I’ll be running to the bathroom all night. I’m good, thanks.”

  She kind of froze, uncertainty written all over her. Chalk it up to inexperience, the only rationale I could think of.

  “Why don’t you have a seat?” She gestured toward the beige fabric-covered sofa.

  “Only if you’re going to join me.”

  “I didn’t invite you over to sit by yourself.”

  Her wittiness had returned. It gave me a thrill. It meant she was starting to feel more comfortable in my presence.

  “Aw, shit. And here I thought you wanted me to crash out here all by my lonesome.” I dropped my duffel bags on the floor.

  “No, I have a bedroom you could crash in instead.” Her eyes opened wide after the words came out of her mouth. She swallowed hard, and her cheeks became beet-red. She rubbed her neck and shifted her attention elsewhere.

  “That’s the best invitation I’ve received all night.” I stepped toward her and removed her hand from the death grip it had on her neck.

  “I’m not usually this forward, Joey. From what I just said, it might not come across that way, but it’s the truth, and I want you to know that about me. I don’t do this type of thing, but for some reason, I want to, with you.”

  I leaned in and kissed her. She willingly opened her mouth to mine, our tongues finding each other instantly.

  She reached up and gripped my hair. I pulled back, leaving about an inch of space between our lips. “Take me to your room.”

  For a moment I thought she’d changed her mind, because she paused and took a deep breath, causing me to hold my own.

  She slid her hand in mine and guided me to her bedroom.

  Whew. I exhaled and followed along.

  My previous impression had been correct, a total girlie girl. Her room housed a fluffy violet comforter with floral sheets, inspirational messages posted on the walls, a large vase with silk flowers in pastels on an armoire, and laminate flooring with a pastel rug in various shades of purple covering it.

  “This is it.” She gestured somewhat nervously to the space.

  “It suits you, and I mean that as a compliment.”

  That earned me a smile.

  She stood in front of me, her fingers twisting up in knots again. I assumed she wanted me to take the lead. I had no issue doing so whatsoever. That was typically how things went down when I had a woman in bed. But this time I would have to refrain from my preferred method of fucking. Teva didn’t strike me as the type for anything outside the box, based on the tension she radiated in her movements and gestures.

  “You’re so beautiful.” I tucked some loose hair behind her ear and grazed the smooth skin on her cheek. And even though my comment sounded cheesy, something any dick would say to try to get in a woman’s pants, I meant what I’d said.

  “Look at me,” I instructed. She had shifted her attention in another direction.

  She slowly brought her gaze to mine.

  “You are unbelievably sexy and downright breathtaking.” I held her chin in place, so she could see my earnestness.

  “I bet you say that to different women every night of the week.”

  “You couldn’t be more wrong. I told you before I don’t. I also told you I say things like I see them. I don’t mean to sound cocky by saying this, but I don’t have to lie and say stupid shit to get a woman into my bed. You were correct in one thing you previously said about the musician lifestyle. Girls definitely come easier now than they used to, no pun intended.”

  She gave me a view of her profile, but a hint of a smile broke out.

  I guided her face back in my direction. “I don’t just talk to talk. We’re already in your bedroom. If all I wanted from you was a fuck, we wouldn’t be here right now. I would’ve gotten what I wanted back at the arena. This may sound crazy, because we don’t know anything about each other, but I don’t consider you to be the type of woman Logan brought on the bus.” She stared at me. I’d elaborate and give her the opportunity to absorb my words because I spoke the truth. “I don’t view you in the same light as her, which is why I wanted us to get off the bus after I kissed you. I didn’t want anything more to happen, at least not there. As I said before, you’re far too good for that.”

  Cupping her cheek, I gently kissed her. Her mouth opened freely, and her tongue asked for an invite. This time I intended to taste a lot more than her minty breath.

  I kissed a trail down the baby-soft skin of her neck, which by this time had goosebumps covering it. Damn, talk about a responsive woman. If I didn’t slow my pace, I’d prematurely ejaculate. Fuck that shit. But the pheromones she emitted had my libido working on overdrive.

  Her T-shirt needed to take a hike. I raised it over her head and tossed it, along with her bra, aside.

  There was still plenty of terrain left to cover on her sensual body. I nipped and nibbled a line across her chest to her exposed breasts.

  She arched her back.

  Using my tongue, I flicked her puckered nipple. She pressed it farther into my mouth, wanting more.

  She had done a superb job of hiding her spectacular breasts underneath the loose-fitting T-shirt. I would’ve never figured her to be so well-endowed. Sure, I had unintentionally copped a feel during the meet and greet, but I’d never expected this. Her breast fit perfectly into the palm of my hand.

  Working double-duty, I teased her pebbled flesh with my tongue while my thumb and forefinger did the same to the other, rolling her nipple between them.

  A faint moan escaped her lips. That meant I got the go-ahead to take the action horizontal. Which I promptly did.

  I continued to consume her, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I possibly could, my tongue having a field day, all the while pushing her backward while I stepped forward until she had reached the bed. I broke our connection.

  In a dazed and somewhat confused state, she studied me.

  She allowed me to guide her down on the bed until I lay on top of her. I resumed my exploration, going south, this time with the intent of taking a longer hike.

  I swirled my tongue around her belly button, her flesh taut. She definitely worked out because her body had great tone to it without too much definition. Bulked-up women didn’t do it for me. I didn’t see the purpose. If I wanted a woman who resembled a guy, I’d fuck a dude. I much preferred soft curves and ridges. And Teva had the perfect amount of both.

  Her jeans unsnapped with ease. I pulled them down her legs, grazing her silky skin with my fingers. She aided by lifting her hips.

  The peekaboo underwear she wore, even though they covered everything, were hot as fuck. She was hot as fuck. I assumed she had no forethought in inviting a guy back to her place because the damn thing had too much fabric to it; yet was sheer in all the places that mattered. Merely seeing the dark patch of hair underneath the thin material drove me absolutely wild.

  She arched her back in offering. The tips of my fingers made their presence known as my hands traveled from the top of her legs, to her knees, to her calves, to her feet, then made a return trip north to the pot of gold. The bull’s-eye I couldn’t tear my eyes away from.

  Losing patience and desperate for the great reveal, I slid the fabric covering her aside, her pussy hidden in the shadows for too fucking long.

  She lifted her hips so I could get the little sucker off. And what tufts she displayed, trimmed short, the skin around her lips well-groomed. There was nothing more annoying than eating a girl out and getting a mouthful of hair. I hated that shit. I knew that problem wouldn’t arise with Teva.

  Mmm, she smelled as delectable as she looked. I swiped my finger between her glistening folds to find her dripping with desire. So wet she required assistance. Since I’d already utilized my sense of smell and touch, now came the time for the best one of all, taste. I could hardly wait.

  My mouth wanted a hefty portion of what she had to offer so I spread her open. Her hips bucked, and I had only just begun to feast o
n her.

  Fuck, what I wouldn’t have done to take this girl to Hilltops and have my way with her. I had never seen a woman so responsive to my touch.

  I lapped and sucked, my tongue gliding up to her clit, where I gorged on her swollen flesh.

  She grabbed hold of my head, steadying it to keep me locked in place. Guess that meant I’d be parked for a while. No worries. She’d hear no complaints from me whatsoever.

  “Ah, Joey… That feels so good.”

  Yeah, I could tell, but praise never hurt a guy’s ego during these types of heated moments.

  Her hands took a speed course in Hair Design 101. I could attest she had quite a grip on her. Still, I continued to suck on her.

  “Please, don’t stop.”

  I had no intention of doing so. In fact, I was having so much fun I angled her hips so I could fuck her with my tongue.

  While my mouth kept itself busy with that task, my fingers toyed with her clit, a job done to satisfaction if her body writhing beneath me was anything to go by.

  “Joey! Yes! Yes!”

  Her pussy contracted around my tongue. I continued to fuck her until her spasms subsided.

  Time to get myself ready. I removed my hand from her hips. Unfortunately, I was still fully clothed. The playing field wasn’t fair. I tossed off my shirt and kicked off my jeans, my boxers still intact.

  She blinked her eyes open, her body still in an intoxicated state. She swiped the hair out of her face. “Wow, not to boost your small ego, but that was incredible.”

  “I’m glad. But we’ve only just started.”

  Her lips formed the letter O, her hunger evident. She extended her hand out for me to take hold of. I brought it to my lips and kissed it.

  “Give me a minute, babe. Where’s your bathroom?”

  She nodded toward the right. “It’s over there. Did all that water you drank earlier finally reach your bladder?”

  “I couldn’t take a piss right now if I tried.” I pointed to my rock-hard erection underneath my boxers. “I want to rinse my mouth. Be ready because there’s plenty more where that came from.”