Rock Me

by Alla Kar

  He smiled, which meant he’d found it. Every time I would jump for it he would hold it higher until he was reading it.

  “One. Bungee jump,” he said. “I can definitely take you bungee jumping, Sugar. It’s fun.”

  “You’ve been?” I said.

  He nodded. “Two.” I tried to grab it but he turned his back to me. “Grand Canyon.”

  Heat scorched my neck but Paxton wasn’t laughing. “Three. Skinny dipping.” His eyes shot up to mine. “Four. Fall in love.”

  My legs were too shaky so I sat on the edge of the bed, and played with the hem of my shirt. Paxton bent down in front of me and cupped my jaw. “Why are you embarrassed?”

  “I don’t know.”

  His fingers slid down my jaw to cup my neck. “Why don’t you eat? I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  “What kind of surprise?” I asked, finally meeting his gaze.

  “What kind of a surprise would it be if I told you before?” Paxton shook his head. “And don’t use your seductive powers to get it out of me. Not working.”

  I grinned and walked over toward my food. “We wouldn’t want to seduce anyone, now would we?”

  After we ate Paxton led me down the hallway toward the glass door at the end. It was two in the morning so no one was around. My flip-flops clacked against the ground. “Can’t you shut those things up?” Paxton asked.

  I snickered. “You’ve never worn flip-flops?”

  “Do I look like a woman to you?”

  “Guys wear flip-flops.”

  He snorted. “Not this guy, Sugar. Now stand over here.”

  Paxton bent down and pulled out a bobby pin from his jeans pocket. “It’s all in the wrist,” he mumbled.

  I watched in fascination until I realized what he was doing. “Paxton! You can’t break in!”

  “Shhh,” he whispered. “Haven’t you ever been the lookout for anyone before?”

  “Only once. Val had me watch the door while she made out with the quarterback in junior high. But we got caught.”

  I saw him trying not to laugh. “That’s so reassuring, baby. Thank you.”

  Trying to be the lookout when you’re so curious about the actual crime was harder than it looked. “Done.” Paxton stood and tossed the bobby pin to the side. “After you.”

  Giving him a worried look, I tiptoed into the room and gagged at the chlorine smell. “Wait a minute. This is the pool?” I looked into the room at the still water. “It closed at ten, Paxton. The lights are off. What are we—,”

  He cut me off with his mouth. His tongue demanded entrance and I willingly gave it all to him. When he pulled back my cheeks were hot and I was panting. “Wasn’t skinny dipping on your list?”

  My mouth dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Paxton! We’ll get kicked out!”

  “You worry too much. Strip for me, Sugar.” He smiled and dashed toward the last door separating us from the indoor pool. The moonbeams lit up the pool from the glass windows surrounding us. If anyone came in they would see us.

  But since we weren’t supposed to be there I figured it was unlikely for anyone to be there. Paxton waved at me through the glass. “Get that pretty ass over here before I come and get you.”

  Grinning, I slid through the door and watched as Paxton stripped. Dragging his shirt over his body—the sexy way men do—he kicked his shoes off. “Your turn.”

  There was no time like the present, right? I took my shirt off and kicked my shoes off. I had put on some cheerleading shorts, and Paxton eyed them like they were keeping him from the thing he wanted the most.

  “Shorts,” he said.

  Taking a huge breath, I jerked all of my clothes off of me until I was standing naked in front of him. His gaze swept down my face, to my breasts and then down to my toes. The hungry look he normally had wasn’t there and I knew this was for me and not for him.

  “Your turn,” I said.

  Paxton gave me a wicked smile before tearing off his jeans and underwear. If I hadn’t seen him naked before I knew I would have gasped. The light surrounding him cast a glow around his silhouette that made my toes curl.

  Beautiful didn’t even cut it. He was perfect.

  “Coming?” he asked, his voice gritty and deep.

  Paxton interlaced his fingers with mine and we walked toward the deep end of the pool. The water was perfectly still not a bump in the surface. “On the count of three,” he whispered.

  I swallowed.

  “One. Two. Three.”

  We both jumped into the deep end causing the water to explode around us. And that’s what Paxton had been doing since I met him at that club. He’d came in and disturbed my routine. My thoughts. He was that cannon ball that sliced through the perfect still water. And I loved him for it.

  The air I took when I surfaced was huge and felt right in my lungs. Like I’d taken a nosedive only to be saved at the last minute. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I said.

  Paxton chuckled in my ear and wrapped his arms around my torso. “Feel any better?”

  “Actually, yes. It feels good to break the rules—sometimes.”

  Paxton’s chest vibrated against my back and his grip tightened. “Rules are meant to be broken, Sugar. I’m just glad I have you to break them with.”

  We held each other in the deep end for a while before we swam over to the side. “What are we going to do now?” I finally whispered.

  His fingers traced my nose and lips but his eyes held mine. “We’re going to go back to California now.”

  “But what about my things? I can’t go back to my house Paxton. Dad’s kicked me out.”

  He gave me a look like he didn’t understand what the problem was. “Where am I going to live?”

  “Duh. With me?” He rolled his eyes like it was a stupid question.

  With him? I’d never even lived away from my parents before. How was I supposed to live with a man I’d only known for two weeks? “Paxton—,”

  “You don’t have to stay for long if you don’t want to. I can help you get a job and find a place near mine until you can handle it on your own.”

  Fire settled in my throat. “I’ve never had a job before. Dad wouldn’t let me get one because it would look like he didn’t support his children.”

  Paxton gave me a gentle smile and kissed my cheek. “Let’s not worry about that tonight. We’ll figure it out when we get to L.A. Have you called your mom?”

  “I wanted to wait until she made it home. But I’m sure it’ll be all over the news tomorrow. There were too many people back stage for it not to leak out.” Tears began to leak from my eyes and Paxton swiped them away.

  “Baby, it’s not like you’re going to be homeless. You can stay with me until we find you a place if that’s what you want. You never have to go beg to that asshole again, I swear. No matter what.”

  Resting my head against his shoulder, he tightened his arm around me. The sound of his heartbeat was nice and slow. Nothing like the race my heart was running in my chest.

  Dad had kicked me out, and the sad thing was that I didn’t care. Besides dad giving me finical support and a roof over my head he hadn’t given me anything else. No ‘Dad always says’ jokes or parental guidance.

  The truth was that Dad didn’t care.

  “Hey!” someone shouted.

  Oh, crap! I turned and saw a security guard shining his flashlight down at us. “You kids get out of here now before I call the cops!”

  Paxton grabbed my arm and helped me out of the pool. “Oh, sweet lord,” the man mumbled covering his eyes like a kid. “Get some clothes on and get out!”

  Paxton began to laugh trying to get his clothes and then I was laughing so hard I began to cry. By the time we raced past the security guard tears were falling from laughing.

  “Of course we get caught,” Paxton said. “That was not part of the plan. Just to let you know!”

  He threw me over his shoulder and slapped my butt. “Fair warning! I told you I al
ways get caught!” I giggled.

  And even though I’d never been seen naked by anybody other than Paxton until the old security guard, I didn’t care anymore. I was happy.

  Chapter Twelve

  Paxton

  Our plane back to L.A left at seven the next morning. And before we knew it we were stepping off of the plane and into the airport.

  “Do you think that beanie is going to disguise you?” Missy asked. She was wearing a small gray dress that fit her perfectly. That undeniably gorgeous head of blond hair shined down to her mid-back. I wanted to sink my fingers into it but I was sure that no one wanted to see us groping each other in the middle of the airport.

  “I think it helps, smart ass.”

  She beamed over at me. “I hope it helps. We don’t need a parade of girls screaming ‘Fuck Me, Paxton’ in the middle of the airport.”

  Grabbing her waist I pulled her closer to me. “You’re the only girl that gets to say that and I listen, Sugar.”

  We made it out to the front of the airport where we flagged down a taxi. “You’re Paxton Evers, aren’t you?”

  Shit. I froze, and my eyes shifted to Missy who was staring at the girl like her head was on fire. “Who?” I asked.

  The girl couldn’t have been older than thirteen. She was clutching a Fringe t-shirt in her hands. “Paxton Evers. You were in that band Saving Fate but now you’re with Fringe. You play so well! Can you sign my T-shirt?”

  Her big brown eyes were wide and hopeful. Sighing, I reached over and grabbed the shirt to sign it. She bounced on her feet and clapped her hands beneath her chin. “Here ya go, kid.”

  “Why aren’t you with your band? Aren’t you on the summer tour with them? I just saw y’all in Jefferson City last night. Oh! But I did hear that you got kicked out.” She shifted her footing. “But I totally don’t believe everything I hear or see in the tabloids.

  I glance over my shoulder at Missy. “What did the tabloids say?”

  “Well,” she kicked her foot against the tire of the taxi. “That you were sleeping with her,” she whispered and pointed toward Missy. “And that’s your manager’s daughter.”

  Damn. It’d already gotten out. My agent would be calling me any moment. I hadn’t talked to him since we left for the tour. Reaching into my pocket I hit the side button and waited to hear that my phone was turned off. Not that time. “Is it true?”

  “Look we’ve—,”

  “Yes,” Missy sidestepped me and looked down at the girl. “It’s true. My dad is an arrogant asshole that doesn’t think about anyone but himself.”

  The girl grinned really big. “You found your soul mate” She clasped her hands together. “That’s so cute! I have to go tell my friends. Thanks for the autograph and I hope you two work everything out.”

  She practically skipped away from us and toward her mother standing to the side. “Well, I guess it’s out,” I said.

  Missy shrugged. “Screw my dad, Pax. I’m sick of hiding.”

  The taxi driver blew his horn. “We don’t have to hide anymore, Sugar. Now let’s go home.”

  After we got my truck we went straight to my house. Memories resurfaced and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The last time Missy was here was not what I had hoped for. But then looking at Missy sitting in the passenger seat I couldn’t have asked for a better person to trick me.

  “Memories,” she whispered.

  I laughed. “I was just thinking about that. At least this time you’re not a virgin.”

  She snorted. “Sorry about that.”

  I grabbed her chin and titled her head up so that her eyes would meet mine. “Don’t be sorry. Even though I was a little pissed that night, it all turned out way better than I ever expected.”

  She smiled. “You’re a charmer.”

  I shrugged. “What can I say? You bring out that fifteen-year-old boy in me. I feel so giddy when I’m around you. I haven’t felt giddy in years.”

  Missy lifted her brow. “Why doesn’t Mr. Giddy help me out of this vehicle so we can break in your house?”

  “That’s what daddy likes to hear.”

  I helped her with her bags, and tugged them up the stairs to my room. Everything was in place from when I left a couple of week ago. Missy stopped in the doorway and stared at the room.

  Her gaze went to the trashcan by the door. She bent down and brought a piece of fabric up to her face. “This is my dress, isn’t it?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, sorry about that. I get out of control sometimes.”

  She smirked. “I remember.” Taking a step closer to me, she traced her fingers against the desk next to her. “Don’t you think we need a retry?”

  She had no idea. Curling my finger in invitation, she diminished the distance between us quick. Her fingers clutched onto my shirt and I sank my fingers into her hair. “You’ve got a dirty mind, Missy King.”

  She fluttered her lashes. “What can I say? I learned from the best.”

  Her minty breath hit my face in quick huffs and I knew it was the adrenaline coursing through her because I felt it too.

  I bent down to kiss her deep, so deep that it hurt to know I’d have to pull away. We’d kissed so many times in the last couple of weeks but each one was better than the last. She tasted sweet as sugar and nothing had ever tempted me as much as her pretty mouth.

  There was something about her that pulled me in closer and closer. Even when I was inside of her, I wanted more. I needed all she could give me. She moaned against my mouth when I placed my palm against her flat stomach.

  “Paxton,” she breathed. It wasn’t loud but the vibrations set me on fire. Hearing her say my name felt like someone singing me to sleep. It was mesmerizing.

  “Just feel,” I whispered against her ear. “Let me take care of you.” We sat in silence, holding each other like someone was going to rip us apart for several minutes. Just listening to the harsh sounds of our breathing and the hammering of our hearts.

  “I’m shaking,” she whispered against me.

  “I feel it. Lay down, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”

  That innocent look that I fell into the first night was there and my dick strained against my zipper. She laid back on the bed, her dress pulled up to the middle of her thighs.

  She had lain in the same spot when I’d deflowered her but this time it was different. This time I knew her—understood her and it made everything seem so much more real.

  I was falling in love with a girl that’d I’d just met. What in the hell was wrong with me?

  I crawled on top of her, and captured her with a kiss that made my own goddamn toes curl. She clenched her thighs and trapped me between her legs. I couldn’t have thought of anywhere else I’d rather be trapped than on top of her.

  The noises that came from her throat were driving me crazy. Every squeal or sigh building a bigger fire within me. Her soft mouth was keeping pace until I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and swiped my tongue against it over and over.

  Her body was shaking against me and I knew she needed a release just as bad as I did. Her dad had tossed her out like she was nothing. If we hadn’t been in a place full of cameras and gawking fans I would have beat his ass.

  When I released her mouth she was gazing up at me with bright blue eyes. “You’re good at that,” she whispered, her voice light and giggly. “You make me high sometimes, Paxton.”

  I grinned. “You sure you’re okay, Sugar? You’re sounding loopy.”

  She giggled. “Just happy.”

  Staring at her, I wanted to say things that I’d never said to anyone but I didn’t. I’d just met her and I didn’t want to jinx it. “Me too.”

  Before she could respond I bent back on my knees to tug her underwear down her legs and shoved my finger into her wet folds.

  Her body arched off the bed, and her legs sprawled open, giving me everything she had to offer. Her hips pushed upward, urging me to go faster. “You okay, Sugar?”

  “Pl
ease … God! Please.”

  Smiling, I removed my fingers and replaced them with my mouth. She bucked against my face but I stopped her with my hands on her thighs, spreading her wider for me. She tasted so sweet, and I couldn’t help but lap at it like a thirsty dog.

  “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she whispered a chant underneath her breath. Her little fingers gripped my hair and tugged along with the pace of my tongue.

  “Feel good?”

  She moaned in response. I’ll take that as a yes. “I’ve never felt anything like this,” she gasped. “I hate my dad for making me miss out on this.”

  I laughed against her. “You’re so fucking adorable.”

  Before she could answer I bit down on her clit and curled my fingers inside of her. “Oh ... shit!” she barked out, her stomach clenching and her hips rolling against my mouth.

  When she came down from her orgasm, I kissed a trail up her body and took her mouth again. “You taste like sugar,” I whispered and she smiled against me.

  “Paxton.”

  I nipped her jaw. “Hmm.”

  “I want you to feed it to me,” she whispered.

  I stilled against her neck and waited to see if she’d repeat it. “What did you say, Sugar?”

  Her heartbeat quickened against me. “You made me come in your mouth and I want you to come in mine.”

  Holy fucking hell. I screwed my eyes shut. She did not just say that? “Are you sure, Missy?”

  I stayed with my face in her neck as I talked, but she pushed against my shoulder and I let her tiny hands guide me. When she pushed me to my back and crawled back until her mouth was hovering over my boxers.

  She kept her eyes on mine even though her cheeks were bright pink. I screwed my eyes shut when her hands pulled my boxers down and she wrapped her palm around the base of me. “That was inside of me,” she said to herself with a giggle.

  And then she wrapped her lips around my cock and pushed me inside of that sweet mouth. “Christ,” I hissed through my teeth. When I told her she was a natural the last time, I had meant it.

  She knew exactly how to suck and twist her hands to follow her mouth. It felt like my own personal Heaven. Carefully, I grabbed her hair and held it in a ponytail at the nape of her neck to help guide her mouth against me.