Rock Stars Don't Like Ugly Bras

by Ashton, Nikki

  “Well,” he said, grinning when he saw the look on her face. “Is it?”

  Amber smiled back and nodded. “More than okay,” she sighed, grateful that she had finally let Jake break down her barriers. “In fact it’s perfect,” she said, a huge smile illuminating her face. “Absolutely perfect.”

  Chapter 11

  Jake’s long fingers caressed the strings and flew up and down the fret board of his guitar as effortlessly and elegantly as if they were made of oil. Amber, watching him play, squirmed with desire, and wished that it was her body he was playing instead.

  “What you ogling at, Freckles,” Jake said without looking up. “Do you fancy a go? “He looked up and raised his eyebrows cheekily. “Of the guitar I mean.”

  Amber giggled and moved from the doorway to sit down on a footstool in front of him. “That’s beautiful, Jake. What is it?” she asked.

  Jake stopped strumming and put his guitar on the sofa next to him. He gave Amber the brightest smile that she’d ever seen, but there was a pink tinge to his cheeks. “Don’t ever repeat this to the guys, but it’s Bruno Mars’, ‘Just the Way You Are.’.”

  “Why are you embarrassed by playing that?” Amber moved over and sat on Jake’s knee, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

  “‘Cause it’s not exactly what the lead guitarist from a rock band should be playing,” Jake answered, planting a kiss on the end of her nose. “Betty got me into it.” Jake smiled as he thought of Martha’s daughter. “It was when I was staying here before the tour started during her summer holidays from Uni’. She played the bloody thing non-stop and I kind of got hooked.

  “Aw, you big softie, you played it beautifully anyway.”

  “You were my muse, Freckles,” Jake answered winking at Amber. “I was thinking of you.”

  Amber swallowed as she gazed at Jake. He may well have been joking, but it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. She leaned in and her lips brushed against Jake’s, as she ran her fingers through his hair, softly tugging at it. As Jake’s heart slammed against his chest, he took Amber’s bottom lip in his teeth and gently pulled at it.

  “God these lips are perfect,” he whispered.

  His hands moved up her back and, as Amber let out a soft moan, Jake pushed them under her vest top, desperate for the feel of her soft skin against his fingertips. As she melted against him, Amber moved one of her hands to the back of Jake’s neck and pushed him into the kiss. Jake pulled away and slowly kissed a path up Amber’s neck, and pulled her hair to one side and softly caressed her ear with his lips.

  “Jake,” Amber gasped, her body on fire.

  Jake moved his mouth down and sucked against her bare shoulder, his teeth gently nipping at her skin. As the flames grew within Amber and flowed to her core, she lifted her hips and pushed closer to him. Her fingers curled around the soft fabric of Jake’s t-shirt, pushing it up his body so that she could run her hands across his hard chest. Jake let out a deep, throaty groan as Amber’s touch stoked his desire and as pressure built in the pit of his stomach, his erection pushed against his sweat pants. He’d never derived pleasure like this from just a kiss before; it was all encompassing and totally addictive. Amber’s sweet mouth had him trapped and he loved it.

  As they continued to devour each other, the intensity of their kisses continued to grow. Finally, both breathless and their chests heaving in unison, Jake reluctantly pulled away.

  “Fuck,” he groaned “This is getting pretty intense, Freckles.”

  Amber nodded as she slowly ran a finger across her swollen lips. Jake was right, since their argument and subsequent talk two days before, there had been lots of kissing, and each one had become increasingly hot and heavy. She wasn’t sure how Jake was managing to hold back, because she wanted him so badly, and felt like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken up and was ready to pop. In fact it wasn’t just a want any longer; it was more a relentless need. Just looking at him created a throb between her legs and, if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, whenever they kissed Jake was pretty much in a state of constant arousal too. They’d been back home for over just two weeks now, which if his usual escapades on tour were anything to go by, was the longest Jake had ever gone without sex. Yet, he was always the one to pull back; always the one to call a halt to their steamy make out sessions. Amber realised that was probably the sensible thing to do, after all she’d been hurt deeply by Daniel, however, after over a year without sex, not only was the pain of her heartbreak waning, but the frustration was growing. If Jake hadn’t had sex for at least two weeks, a year was a damn sight longer, and if he didn’t make a move soon Amber thought that she may well combust, leaving just a pair of singed knickers where she’d been standing. She knew, however, that having sex with Jake would change things; probably change her feelings for him no matter what she tried to tell herself. As it was they were growing deeper with every kiss, with every adorable thing he did or said, but for all his talk of a relationship she didn’t think that Jake was in this for the long haul. So however long this lasted, it would have to be long enough.

  Jake sat back on the sofa, pulling Amber with him, and gave a contented sigh as she placed her head against his chest. Gently stroking her hair, Jake realised he’d never felt so relaxed – apart from his resident hard on whenever they were kissing, which wasn’t so relaxing, but he didn’t want to make a wrong move and spoil what was happening between them.

  “You do know that I’m turning into a dork, don’t you?” Jake said as he nuzzled Amber’s neck.

  “Why?”

  “Because when I wake up in the morning I’m excited about seeing you.”

  “Ah that’s so sweet,” Amber replied, stretching her neck to give Jake better access. “But we’re only apart for the few hours that we’re asleep. And I’m only two doors away.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Jake sighed, thinking about the horny dreams that had him waking with a stupid grin and a hard on every morning.

  As Amber cuddled closer to him, Jake thought about why on earth she was sleeping two doors away. She was gorgeous and sexy, they were two adults alone in the house, he was an uninhibited, no holds barred rock star; so what the hell was his problem? All he could think about was getting her into his bed, but he respected her too much to try. Jake, although respectful to the women he slept with, was never particularly anxious to see any of them more than once after getting them into bed as quickly as possible; so these feelings were alien to him. But, he had to be honest, no one had ever captured his attention like Freckles had, or dare he even think it, captured his heart. While Jake played with her hair absentmindedly, Amber lifted her head from his chest. She gazed at him, with wide, silver eyes shining with trepidation.

  “Jake,” she whispered.

  “Hmm.”

  “You do find me attractive, don’t you?”

  Jake pulled back and looked at her astonished. “You’re joking, right?”

  “Well no. Not really. It’s just that…” Amber groaned inwardly not sure what to say.

  Jake frowned. “It’s just what?”

  Amber blew a strand of hair from her face as her eyes almost disappeared into the top of her head. “It’s just that while all this kissing it great, it just isn’t cutting it anymore! I’m not a virgin that you need to treat like bone china.”

  Jake sat up poker straight, his eyes as big as saucers. “Christ, Freckles, you have no idea how much I want you like that too. I was trying to be gentlemanly, and do this the right way,” he replied cupping Amber’s face. “I didn’t want you to think you’re not special to me, because you are.”

  Jake blew out a long breath, relief washing over him. He had been desperate to worship Amber at the altar of his bed, but also wanted it to be different with her. She wasn’t just some groupie who he would bed after only hours of knowing them.

  Amber smiled and nuzzled her cheek against the palm of his hand. “Thank you for thinking that, but I’m not naïve enough to think that I�
�m going to be the great love of your life, Jake.” Amber knew that if she kept telling herself that, it wouldn’t hurt as much when this all finished. She wondered whether she could make this just about sex, because loving Daniel had only hurt her. “So, let’s just enjoy wild sex for a while. No emotions, just fun.”

  Jake’s smile dipped slightly and his heart jolted. He didn’t know why, but he felt a little deflated by her words. He was definitely turning into a sap - a beautiful woman was practically begging him for sex, and he felt as though he’d just opened the most beautifully wrapped present in the world only to find it was a One Direction CD.

  “I do care about you though, Freckles,”

  “I know you do.”

  “And, I’d never want to hurt you,” Jake replied not sure whether he was justifying a relationship based purely on sex or trying to persuade Amber that a bit of fun wasn’t all he wanted.

  “I know that. Anyway, if you do I’ll set my cousin onto you,” she giggled.

  Jake smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “I need to be scared of Luke…” Jake’s words petered off as he searched Amber’s face, noticing that her smile had faded. “So, you’re sure you’re ready to take the next step?”

  “Well, it’d be nice to see what all the fuss is about.”

  Quickly, and with total ease, Jake stood and lifted Amber off her feet, and ran into the hallway with her.

  “Jake,” Amber laughed. “You’ll drop me.”

  “Oh no Freckles, you’re safe with me, don’t you worry. Now,” he said with one foot on the stairs, “your room or mine?”

  Chapter 12

  “Oh. My. God,” Amber gasped as Jake rested his chin on her stomach and grinned up at her like the Cheshire Cat. “Jake, that was amazing,” she whispered throwing a hand over her eyes.

  That had been Amber’s second orgasm of the morning, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock. When Jake had carried her up the stairs the night before, she’d expected it to be good, thinking that nobody could have that much experience without picking up some tips along the way – but good just didn’t cover it. Not only had Amber seen fireworks, but they’d been choreographed to the first movement of Beethoven’s fifth symphony. Jake had played her body like his precious electric blue Stratocaster, with tenderness, ease and skill, accompanied with a huge smile of pleasure. It had been the best sex of her life and was pretty much perfect.

  Jake was equally satisfied and feeling absolutely in awe of Amber and how she’d made him feel. She wasn’t his usual sort of partner, all fierce and dominant, determined to show him how dirty she could be. Neither was she a groupie or a fame hungry lettuce leaf eater who merely wanted to be seen on the arm of a rock star. No, Amber was soft, gentle, bloody talented and just unbelievably awesome. They’d played equal parts in their pleasure; neither of them controlling, but both caring about what the other wanted or needed. If Jake could gauge it against a live performance, it had been moving, flawless and Grammy winning, and worthy of a ten minute standing ovation.

  “You enjoy that, Freckles?” he asked, crawling up the bed next to her.

  Breathing heavily, Amber merely nodded. Enjoy it she thought – there wasn’t a word to describe how he’d just made her feel. Amber wondered how on earth she was going to survive with mediocre sex after their relationship ended. Because, she realised with a sense of sadness, everything after this would be mediocre. With her pulse rate slowing down, Amber turned onto her side to face Jake.

  “You want some breakfast?” she asked running a finger down his cheek.

  “Well, I’ve just e…”

  “Jake, no!” Amber scolded, pointing her finger at him. “Don’t even think about saying it.”

  Jake started to laugh and caught Amber’s finger in his mouth, gently biting it. “You’ve no idea what I was going to say,” he said curling his hand around Amber’s. “It’s just your dirty mind.”

  “Oh, I think I do.”

  Jake grinned at Amber and slapped her backside. “How about I run you a nice bath?”

  Amber tilted her head back to get a better look at him. “Erm, okay, but why? Do I smell or something?”

  “Nooo,” Jake said lowering his head to sniff at her armpit. “Not at all.” Jake then screwed up his face and fell onto his back, clutching at his throat.

  “Oh, you’re sooo funny Jake.” Amber shook her head. “Seriously though, do I smell?”

  Jake leaned over and kissed Amber’s nose. “No, Freckles, not a nasty smell anyway. I just thought you’d like to soak those aching muscles of yours.”

  “What do I smell of then?” Amber insisted her brow furrowing.

  “Summer.” Jake sighed and closed his eyes. “Sunshine, daisies and grass.”

  “Grass?” Amber cried, slapping Jake’s arm.

  Jake’s eyes popped open. “Yeah, grass. What’s wrong with that?”

  Amber sat up allowing the duvet to slip to her waist. As she noticed Jake’s eyes focus on her bare breasts, she took hold of his chin forcing his head upwards. “Focus Jake. Now tell me on what planet does telling someone that they smell of grass constitute a compliment?”

  “My planet. I love the smell of grass. Anyway,” Jake said as he pushed himself out of bed. “I’m gonna run that bath for you. You wait here and I’ll call you when it’s ready.” He then disappeared out of the door, and headed along the landing towards the family bathroom.

  “You never said that it was for both of us,” Amber said, turning slightly so she could look over her shoulder at Jake as they settled into the bath together.

  He dropped a kiss on her shoulder and smiled wickedly. “Well, after such a tremendously active night and morning, I’m feeling a few aches and pains myself.”

  Amber smiled and leaned back against Jake’s chest. “I must admit, it’s pretty nice to have a cushion to lean against.”

  “Funny that’s not what Tom said when I got in with him once,” Jake laughed, remembering Tom’s face when he’d once surprised him in the bathroom. “The words that he used were far more vulgar.”

  “You’re always being mean to him,” Amber said, playfully slapping his leg. “What did you do?”

  Jake grinned. “It was hilarious. He was dozing in the bath waiting for his girl from the night before to join him. So, when I slipped in and started rubbing my hands up his legs he quite enjoyed it at first.”

  “Oh no, didn’t he know it was you?”

  “Only once he realised that she’d got bigger hands than expected and that her fingers were calloused.” Jake reached down for the sponge and rubbed it with soap. “Lean forward,” he said tapping Amber’s back.

  Amber’s stomach flipped as Jake started to gently rub the sponge in small circles on her back.

  “God Jake,” she sighed. “If you’ve never been in a relationship, how on earth do you know how to be such a good boyfriend?

  “You make it easy for me,” he replied, and moved the sponge to her shoulders.

  Amber sighed and moved back against Jake’s chest, a small smile of satisfaction on her lips. “That’s nice,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, so are these,” Jake replied as he squeezed the sponge and watched the soapy water cascade down Amber’s breasts.

  Amber giggled and shook her head. “One track mind.”

  “Yeah, but,” Jake whispered in her ear. “It’s the best track you’ve ever been on.”

  Jake’s breath against Amber’s neck sent shivers throughout her body, and she knew that she was getting more hooked on him by the minute.

  With Amber lying contentedly against his chest, Jake wondered whether he would be able to keep their relationship emotion free. He knew Freckles had said it wasn’t anything serious, and that she had no expectations, but she made him want more. He smiled as he realised that the thought of sharing a bath with someone other than his rubber duck would have normally sent him running a mile. But here, with her, he felt good and if it wasn’t for going all pruney he would quite hap
pily stay there all day.

  Jake suddenly had a thought. “Hey, Freckles,” he said resting his chin on her shoulder. “Do you fancy going on a date?”

  Amber turned her head up to look at him. She gave him a wry smile. “I kind of spoiled the last one. I’m surprised you want to take me on another one.”

  Jake reached up and pushed her damp hair back from her face. “Put that down to first date nerves,” he said. “So, for our second date I was thinking a club, and then a night in a hotel. What do you reckon?”

  “Really?” Amber asked gleefully. “Oh, but what about Ernie?”

  Jake thought for a couple of seconds and then poked Amber in the side. “I know who we can ask.”

  “Who?”

  “Valerie of course. She loves Ernie, and it’ll only be for one night.” Jake then had another idea. “Okay, maybe two nights.”

  “Two nights? Could we?”

  “Yeah, of course. As long as Val will have Ernie.” Jake smiled smugly. He was getting really good at this boyfriend thing.

  Amber’s smile failed. “Oh, but she might say no. You know, after the present that we left.”

  Jake shrugged. “Hmm maybe, but I’m sure I can charm her.”

  “Do you now?” Amber laughed. “Have you forgotten how hideous that bag of crap smelled?”

  “Ah yeah,” Jake replied. “Oh well, there’s only one thing for it.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’ll just have to romance her into submission then.”

  Amber grinned and reached up to kiss him, unable to resist his cheeky smile.

  “You do make me laugh,” she said.

  “I also make you scream, Freckles, so get yourself out of this bath so I can do it again.”

  Amber didn’t need any further prompting. She stood up, and with a smack to her bottom from Jake, ran back along the landing with him following closely behind.

  Chapter 13

  “Seriously Jake, you’re kidding me, right?” Amber dropped her handbag to the floor and stared, open mouthed, around the room. It was beautiful; decorated in an elegant Edwardian style with thick, plush carpet at her feet and heavy brocade curtains at the large windows. To Amber’s right was a huge, overstuffed, gold coloured sofa, covered in rich red throw cushions and next to it a winged back chair with matching footstool. She looked up and gazed at the twinkling chandelier that hung from the ceiling. Shafts of sunlight slanted through the windows, bounced off the crystals and created a rainbow of colour on the walls.