Rock Me

by Alla Kar

  “Missy. Missy. Missy,” he repeated into my ear, his cock pulsing inside of me in hard jerks. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

  Softly he pulled out of me and repositioned us until I was lying against his chest, and he was running his fingers through my hair.

  “I’m sorry for blowing up on your brother. I don’t want you to resent me for it.”

  I shook my head without looking at him. “Don’t be sorry. He had it coming and it only makes it better that you’re the one that delivered it to him.”

  His chuckle was soft. “I just wanted him to apologize to you because I know it hurts that he doesn’t care. But don’t take it personal because he doesn’t care about anybody but himself, obviously.”

  “He’s just like my dad. I just wish things had gone differently. You don’t need any more bad publicity because of me and my drama.”

  The sound of the ceiling fan and our breathing was the only thing I heard for a few minutes. I thought Paxton had fallen asleep until he pushed me up to a sitting position. We hadn’t turned on the light so I could hardly see his face in the moonlight shining through his blinds. “Any publicity is good publicity, right?”

  I frowned. “I just hate—,”

  “Missy,” Paxton cut me off. “You’re worth any bump in the road I’ll have. And plus,” he stood up in all of his glory and offered me his hand. “I’d whoop the bitch’s ass again.”

  Smiling, I took his hand. Valeria was right. I was one lucky bitch.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Paxton

  Paxton Evers fights ex-band member from Fringe, Nick King.

  I couldn’t have counted how many times I’d seen that headline since I woke up that morning. Since my agent woke me up at six that morning with a colorful array of words I didn’t know existed, I was sick of talking about it.

  Anyone would have beat Nick’s ass for what he said to Missy. There was no way he was getting out of the club without an ass whooping. If I’d had it my way he wouldn’t have left until he apologized. But Missy was right, he wasn’t going to apologize. Smug bastard.

  Missy was still asleep when I finished my shower at eight thirty. My sheets were tangled around her legs and my t-shirt bunched around her waist, showing that perfectly rounded ass. Did she always have to wear underwear that hardly covered anything?

  Don’t blame guys and their hormones blame Victoria’s Secret for their underwear.

  Missy stirred as if she knew I’d been standing in the doorway like a creeper watching her. A soft moan escaped her, and she stretched her arms above her head. God she looked so innocent in the morning.

  When she sat up her hair was all over the place. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. The last time her hair had looked that way was on the tour bus when I told her that her hair looked like it’d been through a tornado. It was really incredibly hot but I would have never admitted it back then.

  “Good morning, sleep beauty.”

  She groaned. “What time is it?”

  “Eight thirty.”

  “Why are we up?”

  I smiled. “My agent called me this morning at six. He woke me up with an earful and I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

  She frowned. “I guess everyone knows about the fight now, huh?”

  I shrugged. I was telling the truth when I told Missy that I didn’t care. I didn’t. All that mattered was that she was okay and not hurt by her family anymore. “Have you called you mom?”

  She shook her head and pulled the covers from her legs. “No, I’ll call her later today. I’m not sure what I’m going to tell her.”

  Her gaze shifted from mine to the floor. I knew what she was talking about because it had been the big pink elephant in the room since we got to my house two nights before. Where was Missy going to stay? The worried look on her face told me she wasn’t ready to move in with me yet, not that I wouldn’t have let her because I was ready.

  But it was early.

  “You tell her where you’re at now and that you’re working out a plan.”

  She pushed her toe into the plush carpet. “But we haven’t talked about a plan. And I’m scared, Paxton.”

  Walking forward I tipped her chin up. “What are you scared of, Missy? You’re safe with me. I’d never kick you out on the streets. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll take care of you, Sugar.”

  Her eyes rounded. “I don’t want to mooch off of you, Paxton. I want to get a job and find a place. I’m worried. I’m just so worried.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.

  “Baby,” I said, leading her to the bed where we sat. “You’re not mooching off of me. I was in a world famous band, and it’s not like you’re asking for millions. You’re just staying with your boyfriend until we can figure it out. Do you know what you want to do? Where you want to go?”

  She bit her lip. “Not Chicago.”

  I grinned. “Okay, we can cross Chicago off the list. What about the water. You said you loved the water.”

  Something flashed across her face that resembled the look I got when I was about to go on stage. “I love the water. When I was young I wanted to be a marine biologist but Dad told me that was stupid when I had a set future in front of me.

  Her Dad was a fucking tool. “Then you can go to college and be that. Don’t worry about your dad or what anybody other than you feels about it. It’s time you live for yourself and not for other’s Missy.”

  “So,” she whispered, playing with a string on my comforter. “What if I have to go way off to go to school?”

  “Then you’ll be there in August when registration starts.”

  “But what about us?” she choked out. It was something I’d thought about. “Missy,” I said. “Nothing is keeping me in one place right now. There is no reason I couldn’t get an apartment down there and be near you. I’d never let you go off hundreds of miles away alone.” I laughed. “Getting rid of me is going to be much harder than that.”

  Missy smiled but kept her eyes downward. “Can you find a place near the beach?”

  I lifted a brow. “Why? You said you weren’t ready to live with me yet.”

  She shrugged. “Well, we both know I’d be spending a lot of time with you. And I want to have sex on the beach like you promised.”

  “You’re turning into a nympho.”

  “You created me.”

  She was right. Her curiosity was there way before I walked into Club Freedom but that sex drive started when I showed her how it was to feel. “You’re right. And now you’re mine.”

  “You’re supposed to do an evil laugh now.”

  I shook my head. “Not going to happen. You’ve already got Rocker Hercules and a phone full of pictures of me stuck in the fence. And by the way I know you sent those pictures to your new phone.”

  She gave me the most innocent look I’ve seen. “Who, me?”

  Ding. Ding. Ding.

  Missy looked at the door. “Are you expecting company?” she asked. “I hope it’s not my dad or Nick.”

  “Me too.” I got up and walked to the door, still in my towel. Missy was hot on my heels, looking over my shoulder to see who was standing on the other side.

  When I opened the door my mouth went dry. “Mom.”

  She narrowed her brown eyes at me. “I saw the tabloids, Paxton Evers. What in the hell—oh, hi.” She looked behind me at Missy.

  Missy’s cheeks turned bright red. She was still in my t-shirt from last night. “Hi,” she mumbled.

  “Mom, you could have called first. I kind of have company right now.”

  She switched her footing and crossed her arms. Her head full of black hair was twisted into a high ponytail and her mouth was pressed into a thin line. That was her ‘I don’t give a fuck’ stare.

  “Paxton, I’m your mother.” Oh, here we go. “And you better let me in right this minute or I’m going to show you that you’re not too old for a scolding.”

  I groaned and opened the door wide for her. She marched in like s
he owned the place—which she most certainly did not—and turned to face Missy. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Missy. If my son fights over a girl I know she has to be special.”

  Missy had a horrid look on her face. She was probably freaked the hell out. My mother was a little overbearing, overprotective and overeager to be in my business—all the time.

  “I see you already know who Missy is,” I scowled.

  She reached up and tugged me into a hug. “Of course I know her,” she pulled back. “She’s all over the tabloids with you. How would I not know who she is?”

  Turning, she went to the couch and sat down. “Make yourself at home,” I mumbled.

  Mom’s gaze scanned the room and landed on a pair of Missy’s panties. They were the ones she had on last night. “Those are cute,” she said.

  Missy covered her face. “I’m going to go get changed.”

  “God, Mom,” I said, snatching the underwear and throwing them into the hallway. “Could you embarrass her anymore?”

  She smiled. It was the kind of smile I knew all too well. She loved making people uncomfortable, including me and Dad. “Oh, hush. I’m just playing with the girl.” She put her purse to the side and crossed her legs.

  “So what’s the reason for the impromptu visit?”

  “You’re not playing with Fringe anymore. I’m coming to check on you. Are you okay? What exactly happened this time?”

  Missy walked into the room and asked me with her eyes if it was okay to be in here. I gestured for her to take a seat beside me. She was dress in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “I love Missy,” I said.

  Mom’s eyes widened. Love wasn’t something that came out of my mouth often pertaining to women besides my mother. “Oh,” she said. “You’re a lucky girl, Missy. My son is going to make a great husband and father.”

  Missy nodded. “I know he is,” she said.

  “And I’m guessing the rumors about you sleeping with your new manager’s daughter are correct then, right?”

  “Unfortunately. Except this time I knew she was who she was. Just not when I slept with her the first—,”

  Missy elbowed me. “Shut up,” she said lowly.

  Mom snorted. “Oh, honey don’t worry. I’m not freaked out by my son’s love life. I remember what it was like to be his age, and I’m not dumb enough to think he’s not having sex. I’m just glad it’s with a pretty girl like you.”

  “Mom,” I warned. “Stop embarrassing her!”

  She gave me an evil smile. “What’s the plan now? Did your father really kick you out?” she leaned forward and asked.

  Missy nodded. “Yeah, he kind of controlled my life and didn’t like that I was sleeping—with anyone.”

  “Dumbass,” she mumbled.

  Missy giggled and Mom smiled. “Have you talked to your agent?”

  I swiped my palm down my face and nodded. “Yeah, he’s got me an audition for an upcoming band tomorrow. I have to be there around noon.”

  Mom nodded. “You’re not blowing your money, are you?”

  I rolled my eyes. “No, Mom. I haven’t touched my saving in months.”

  “Just asking. Have you talked to your father lately? I know he called you the other night.”

  “I was busy,” I said.

  “I see,” she said under a smile. “You need to call him. We worry about you honey. And when we see this shit on TV it really makes us worry. I hate the way they make you out to be just because of your tattoos. Tattoos are all the rage in the novels I read. Girls love them. I just wish society wouldn’t associate them with crime.”

  God, here we go. “We do not want to know about your romance novels. And how hot and bothered you get while reading them.

  “You read, Missy?”

  “Sometimes,” she said. “I have a kindle full of TBR books.”

  Mom started going through her gigantic purse—I swear she could fit a kid in there—and pulled out a napkin. And after another five minutes of her trying to find a pen, she scribbled something down on it. “Here is a list of my Top 5 book boyfriends starting with Remington Tate. “

  Missy took the napkin and folded it. “Thank you.”

  Mom nodded. “Anyway. You guys want to get some breakfast, my treat?”

  I looked over at Missy and she nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, but let me get dressed first.”

  Mom snorted. “I think if you keep the towel it may help your reputation. Make everyone forget everything they’ve heard about you.”

  “Gross, Mom.”

  ***

  We rode with my Mom to a local doughnut shop and pigged out on bear claws and coffee.

  “This one time I caught him masturbating to one of his dad’s old porn magazines. He didn’t come out of his room for a week.” She snorted and Missy howled with laughter along with her.

  If I didn’t love those two women so much I would have begged them to stop. But they both seemed so comfortable with each other.

  “Missy, where are you going to college? You just graduated, didn’t you?”

  Missy nodded, and tore another piece off of her napkin. “Don’t know yet. I’m thinking about going into marine biology though. I’ve always been fascinated with the water.”

  Mom smiled. “That sounds wonderful. I think Florida has a good college for that. One of my friends from high-school went there. Actually,” she dug around in her never-ending void of a purse and pulled out a card. “Here is her card. You can tell her Bethany Evers sent you.”

  Missy smiled. “I definitely will.” I watched Missy and my mom talk for an hour. They didn’t seem to care that I was quiet; they seemed too busy talking about Missy’s future. And the way Missy’s face lit up I didn’t want to interrupt.

  Having an adult show interest in what she wanted to do wasn’t something she was used to. And it was something she needed.

  Missy excused herself to the bathroom and Mom turned to face me. “She’s wonderful. I know—I know! I did tell you I wouldn’t get in your business regarding your love life but she’s so wonderful. So beautiful, Paxton. I’m so happy for you. You’re really in love?”

  She’d been holding that in since I’d told her I was in love with Missy this morning. “Yeah. No doubt. I’d marry the girl if I didn’t think I’d scare her off.”

  Mom frowned. “You think she’s going to run if you get too close?”

  God, I didn’t want to talk about this with my mom. I hadn’t had the stupid abandoned nightmare since I’d been sleeping with Missy. And subconsciously I knew it was because of her. “I don’t think she would but I’m always scared it could happen. I’m—I just care about her so much. If she left it’d hurt like hell. I’m not sure I’d be able to handle it.”

  Mom nodded. “She isn’t going anywhere, Paxton. She’s in love with you. Believe me, I’m an expert on girls. I am one myself.”

  I smiled.

  “Have you had the nightmare lately?”

  “No. I had it about two weeks ago—but …”

  “But?” she urged on.

  “It was on the tour bus and Missy was there to help me. After that I was a goner. We’ve slept in the same bed every night since. I think she’s the reason I don’t have them.”

  Mom was so quiet that I had to look up to see her. “You’ve been getting busy,” she said.

  “Mom.”

  She waved me off. “Then I think if she causes all your insecurities to vanish—it sounds like you’ve fallen head over heels for her.”

  She was right and we both knew it. Hell, everyone knew it. Paxton Evers didn’t fight over women. No woman, except for Missy King. The little goody-goody girl that trusted me with her virginity. The girl that’d stolen my heart.

  ***

  Missy twirled around in my studio as I played different songs for my audition the next day. The tips of my fingers were on the verge of bleeding when I nailed the song for the fifth time.

  “You’re distracting me,” I said.

  She smiled but
continued to hum the song. “Your mother is nice. I like her a lot.”

  Placing my acoustic guitar to the side, I watched as she held her phone between her palms. “That’s the twentieth time you’ve looked at your phone in the last ten minutes. Waiting on an important text?”

  She looked up and blinked twice. “No, I emailed that woman your mother told me about. She just emailed me back and said she got her degree in Florida.”

  Florida. Missy and I had made plenty of memories in Florida. It was nice. I could have seen myself in Florida. “Is that what you’re wanting to do?”

  She shrugged. “I think so. I don’t want to make any bad decisions and screw up our lives.” Tears coated her eyes. “If I go down I don’t want to bring you with me.”

  God, she was the most selfless person I’d ever met. “Sugar, if Florida is where you want to go then that’s where we’re going to go.”

  Her smile didn’t look very reassuring. I didn’t want to push the subject and get her to thinking too hard. “Come on, let’s go get dinner. We can talk there.”

  The drive to Pampas Grill was long and Missy was so quiet that I was starting to twitch from the stillness around us. She was looking out the window when I reached over and turned Iris up until the speakers were vibrating against my eardrums.

  Missy jumped in her seat and turned to look at me. “What in the—,”

  “I just want you to know who I am!” I started singing at the top of my lungs. “I just want you to know who I am.”

  Missy sat frozen for a few seconds and then started laughing. And before I knew it we were both singing at the top of our lungs. One song blended into the other. There wasn’t anything more soothing than music; I didn’t care what anyone said.

  “My dad used to take us here all the time,” Missy said when we stepped out into the parking lot.

  “Do you not want to eat here? We can go someplace else.”

  She shook her head and grabbed my hand. “Nope. I love this place and I’m freaking starving. I can’t wait anymore.”

  The hostess was staring at her cellphone behind her podium when we walked up. “Welcome to Pampas Grill. How many—holy shit you’re Paxton Evers!”