Naughty

by Arabella Quinn

  Rock Me: Naughty

  Arabella Quinn

  Rock Me: Naughty

  Copyright © 2013 by Arabella Quinn

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Rock Me: Naughty

  Chapter One

  Alex leaned back against the couch and smiled at the girl beside him. She was watching him with wide adoring eyes that grew impossibly wider as he casually rested his hand just above her knee. God, she was young. Too young for him, but he wasn't interested in a long-term relationship or anything. He was just looking for a fun night.

  Thankfully, she looked to be at least eighteen. He didn't need to get messed up in any shit involving a minor. Tons of girls, really young girls, threw themselves at the band all the time. This one just had a really young and naïve look about her. It was probably all part of her game. After all, she was hanging out backstage, partying with his band, Cold Fusion. Not too many innocents ever made it back here. The girls that came back here all came ready to party. Hard.

  She was turned on the couch facing him, giving him her undivided attention. Alex took a sip of his beer, trying to remember her name. She had known his name, they all did, but he couldn't remember if she had already told him hers. The conversation had been slightly awkward though. Almost as if he was supposed to know her. Shit, had they hooked up before at some other show? Was she a groupie that followed Cold Fusion or maybe Warning Shot around? If so, he didn't remember her. He shook his head at how he could forget such a sweet piece of ass, but so many drunken nights had all blurred together over the past few months.

  He was barely following her excited banter about how good Cold Fusion's set was. He didn't really care about the effusive praise. He'd much rather feel her luscious lips wrapped around his cock. And at that turn of thought, his cock started to harden as his eyes strayed from her pink shiny lips down to her chest. Just enough creamy flesh was exposed by her low neckline to tantalize him. Her breasts were temptingly outlined in the tight shirt. They were generously sized and her tiny frame only served to magnify their size even further.

  "Alex? Don't you think so?"

  Alex dragged his eyes back up to her face to see her blushing prettily. "Yeah, sure. Would you like another drink?"

  She frowned slightly. "Sure."

  Alex caught the attention of a roadie as he walked past the couch. "Hey Mike. Can you get me a couple of shots, man?"

  He turned back toward her and rested his hand once more on her thigh. She glanced nervously at his hand a few times, but didn't move away from him. Her skittishness intrigued him. Either she was one hell of an actress or she was slightly out of her depth with him. Innocent.

  Mike came back with the shots. Alex handed one to the girl and then clinked shot glasses with her. She only hesitated a second before downing the shot in one gulp. She covered the resulting grimace quickly and then smiled angelically at him.

  Alex took her empty shot glass and then placed it, along with his empty one, on a side table. It was time to reel in this beauty. She looked so young and trusting he almost feared that she would have to run back home to make curfew at any moment. And the ache in his loins told him that he didn't want to let that happen. Not before he could slake his need.

  He could already imagine her writhing naked beneath him, her expressive face flushed with pleasure. His free hand reached up to tug on a loose curl of her long auburn hair as his fingers on her thigh slipped slightly under the edge of her shorts.

  Alex noticed her quick intake of breath and watched as her tongue poked out of her mouth to lick her soft lips. His groin tightened with need. He slid closer to her while he gently pulled her towards him. He watched her eyes widen even more as he drew her close to his body for a kiss. Alex had no idea how she managed to look so sultry and yet almost terrified at the same time, but he didn't stop to contemplate; he needed to have a taste of her luscious lips.

  Their kiss was… well, sweet. Her soft lips pressed against his own, but she was so passive. Alex deepened the kiss, using his tongue to try to elicit an answering response. He felt her hands reach for his shoulders, hanging on to him, just as he felt her response becoming more passionate.

  Well, that was better. He pulled the girl tight against him, feeling her breasts crush up against his chest as he kissed her breathless. His hands slid down her side and splayed on her hip, urging her delectable ass onto his lap.

  A persistent tug on his arm distracted him. He tried to ignore it, but a few more rough tugs finally got his attention.

  He broke off the kiss, noting with satisfaction that it had left the girl panting slightly and with a decidedly dazed look on her face.

  He looked with annoyance at the man standing before him. "Tyler, get off my arm, man."

  Tyler, the lead singer of Cold Fusion, glared at him. "I need some help over here."

  Alex shrugged Tyler's hand off his arm. "I'm busy right now. Find someone else."

  He glanced back at the girl and his mouth almost dropped open with surprise. She suddenly looked miserable. The spark of excitement had gone completely out of her eyes and she wouldn't even meet his gaze. What the hell?

  Tyler cleared his throat. "Alex, I need your fucking help, now." His gruff tone surprised Alex. There would be no way to blow him off.

  Fuck. He turned to the girl, "I'll be right back."

  Alex grabbed his beer as he got up from the couch. He followed Tyler across their backstage dressing room, which was packed with people.

  Tyler stopped and turned to him accusingly, "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Lavigne?"

  Alex's eyes narrowed. "You know exactly what I'm doing. Maybe you can tell me what's the big fucking deal?"

  Tyler sighed and ran a hand through his spikey hair. "Jesus, man. You're messing around with Allison. Nick's little sister. And he'll fucking kill you if he finds out."

  Alex groaned. "Oh fuck. I didn't know. That's Nick's little sister? Shit, man. I don't remember her being so hot." Shit. His mind scrambled to sanitize the naughty images he had of her that had been playing continuously inside his head.

  Tyler looked slightly less pissed. "Yeah. Luckily, Nick didn't see that little display of yours. But she's off limits, Alex. She's like a little sister to all of us."

  Nick, Tyler and Tommy had grown up together in Texas and started the band in high school. Alex was several years older than them and had joined later, when their former lead guitarist had left the band. He remembered meeting Nick's little sister a few times over the years, but she had never left a lasting impression on him before. From what he remembered, she had seemed timid and mousey. Not anymore.

  Alex took a big swig of his beer. "Yeah, I got it."

  ***

  I scanned the crowded room, surreptitiously fanning myself with my hand as I searched the room for my friend, Claire. I finally spotted her over in the corner by the bar talking to some roadies. Alex was still talking to Tyler, but I doubted that he would come back, even when they were done talking.

  Had I just made out with Alex Lavigne? Butterflies danced in my stomach as I recalled the amazing kiss. If that's what the man could do with just a kiss, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be in his bed. I fanned myself more vigorously as heat infused my body.

  I could tell early on in our conver
sation that Alex didn't remember who I was. And when I saw a flash of interest - sexual interest - in his eyes, I deliberately didn't remind him. I had been madly in love with everyone in the band for about as far back as I could remember. But I had always been looked upon as the little sister. It was exceedingly frustrating to be able to be near one of the hottest bands in the country and hardly be noticed.

  While I crushed hard on everyone in the band at various points in my life, there was always one clear favorite whom I dreamed about constantly. Extremely naughty dreams. Dreams that made my toes curl and my face burn with shame. It was my brother, Nick.

  Whoa. Before I get any further, let me explain that we are not related by blood. At all. About a year after my parent's divorce, my father married Nick's mother; I was eight years old. Four years later, I went to live permanently with my Dad. Nick was 17 years old and already a local hit with his garage band. The two years that I lived in the same house with Nick, before he moved out on his own, were very formative years in my life. Yes, I was completely infatuated with him, but even at that tender young age, I thought that it was just a passing fancy. My feelings never faded though, in fact, they only got stronger as the years went by.

  Nick, on the other hand, barely noticed me. As I got older and started attending some of his concerts, he showed a little more interest. Unfortunately, it was quite a brotherly interest. I really can't blame him, because I wasn't the most outgoing person. And I didn't really shine until I got out from under my stepmother's thumb.

  Talk about clueless, but I was already 17 when I realized that I had allowed my stepmother to dictate everything about me. I was a straight-A student and about to head to U Penn on a partial scholarship when I met my real mother for lunch one afternoon.

  She took one look at my baggy shorts and my well-worn, shapeless t-shirt and shook her head. "Allie, is this the way you're going to go off to college? I mean you could pass for a boy. And when's the last time you wore your hair down? Out of the damn pony tail?"

  I immediately bristled at her unkind words. Who was my mother to criticize? Look at all the messed up choices she made in her life. And instead of being proud of my accomplishments, she had to pick on petty things like my appearance.

  Trying to brush off her questions, I answered, "Mom, I'm going to college. All the kids dress casual there."

  She tapped her manicured fingers on the table. "Casual is one thing. You look downright dumpy. No wonder you don't have any boyfriends."

  Damn. That had stung. I swallowed without answering. I just wanted to escape. Where was the damn waitress with our bill, anyway?

  My mom didn't let up. "When's the last time you got your hair cut?"

  Crap. "I dunno."

  Whipping out her cell phone, she asked, "Where do you go? I'm making you an appointment before you leave for college."

  I fiddled with my napkin. "Well, Susan just cuts my hair every once in awhile."

  My mom's jaw hung open. "Susan! And is she the one that takes you clothes shopping, too? Jesus, your father is such a cheap bastard, I swear."

  I could still feel the pangs of embarrassment now thinking back to that luncheon, but it had changed my life. Despite my mother's harsh words to me, she rallied around me and in less than a week before I went off to college, she had spent days with me, shopping for a new wardrobe and fixing me up from head to toe. Of course, it wasn't a big deal to her; her husband's credit card was barely dented and her favorite pastime was, after all, shopping.

  But it had forced me to realize, that I had been hiding behind ugly clothes and a feigned indifference to my appearance. I hadn't been consciously choosing to look so sloppy myself, but my stepmother, Susan, had been pushing it on me. The strange situation dawned crystal clear on me when Susan saw the transformation. She wasn't happy that I had cleaned up and turned into a beautiful young woman. She was downright disgusted and angry. The nasty words I heard her calling my mother behind closed doors to my Dad had me hiding out in my room, counting down the hours until I left for college. To this day, I still don't understand all the dynamics at work in our family, but at least I'm more aware they exist.

  My reserved, studious personality did not change overnight in college. But with my newfound confidence, I was able to enjoy myself and make new friends easily. For the first time in my life, I was attracting the attention of boys. It was a heady feeling.

  Now, it was four years later and I had a college diploma in hand, recently graduated. I had secured a job in Philadelphia and moved in with a college friend into my own apartment, thousands of miles from my hometown in Texas. I was casually dating a handsome and successful stockbroker, but I knew that he wasn't the one for me. And I could tell that he was getting impatient with getting the run around. Despite my physical attraction to him, I had yet to allow him into my bed.

  In fact, I was a virgin. And at the ripe old age of 21, I was beginning to think of that as a liability. It was turning into such a big thing in my head that I thought I would never find a man who was good enough to have sex with. Who I loved, like I loved Nick.

  My head was churning so deep in thought that I didn't even realize it was Nick who plopped down next to me on the couch until he spoke.

  "What's going on in that brain of yours? Math calculations?"

  Even as I tried not to notice how his broad chest filled out his tight t-shirt, I felt my heart speed up. "Ha. Funny. I'm really glad I came down to D.C. for the show tonight. You guys were fantastic. The crowd was going crazy."

  Nick shrugged off the praise. "Yeah. Where's the girl you're staying with tonight?"

  I spotted her in the same corner, laughing with some roadies. "Claire? She's my old roommate. She's over there." I pointed her out to Nick.

  Nick took a drag of his beer. "A bunch of us are heading out to some bar in about 10 minutes. You two can ride with me. Can you make it back to her place on your own later from the bar?"

  "Sure, we'll take the Metro or take a taxi. No problem." I paused. "Is Alex going to go to the bar too?" Alex had left me feeling unsettled. I wondered how far things would have gone if Tyler hadn't interrupted. Maybe, if I got lucky, I could steal another kiss from him later that night.

  Nick's beer stopped mid-way to his mouth. "Alex? What about him?"

  "Nothing. I was just wondering." Interesting. Nick seemed slightly disturbed by my interest in Alex.

  I squirmed slightly as I noticed him staring at me. Needing something to break the strange current running between us, I grabbed the suspended beer bottle from his hand and took a huge sip. I felt his eyes sweep over me as I pretended to concentrate on drinking the beer. Yes, he had just checked me out.

  My body burned as I felt his gaze slide over my breasts. Over all the years I had known him, I could count on one hand the amount of times Nick had noticed me as a member of the opposite sex. On the other hand, I couldn't be in the same room with him without being aware of his very male body. And I was very aware of him at the moment.

  My stomach fluttered as Nick's gaze lingered. My nipples began to tighten under his scrutiny and I wondered if Nick could see them through my shirt. He was so close that I could feel the heat from his skin reaching out to me.

  I had met many attractive men before, some that I even dated, and I had never felt such a physical reaction in their presence before. Yet, just sitting next to Nick, I felt an invading heat overtake my insides. My mind wandered as I imagined him naked, his skin pressing against my own, his mouth devouring mine, his hands running over my body, and his fingers touching my most private places. I felt a quiver of need deep in my core as I imagined his cock pressing deep inside me.

  I fidgeted with embarrassment at the turn of my naughty thoughts. Nick must have seen my discomfort because he quickly looked away, but not before I saw his eyes flash with a guilty lust. So, maybe I wasn't entirely invisible to him after all. My heart began thudding wildly in my chest, even just considering it.

  The silence between us grew awkward. I n
eeded to stop myself before I did something stupid. "Nick, let's do a shot together."

  He looked almost relieved as he jumped up from the couch. "I'll go get some shots. Be right back."

  I took a deep breath trying to calm myself as I waited for Nick to return. I had to be really careful not to give away my desire for him, especially while I was drinking. It had been easy to disguise my feelings when I was younger, but now that my body betrayed me the very moment he drew near, it was getting much more awkward.

  I couldn't understand how I could fantasize with great detail about having sex with Nick, and yet with other men, like my current boyfriend, Rob, the thought left me nervous and unsure. Not turned on. Not so hot that my pussy ached with longing.

  I needed to get over it. Even if Nick did find me attractive, he would never act on those feelings. Maybe the fact that I could never have him was part of my intense desire. Even more likely, Nick would be disgusted if he knew the forbidden fantasies I secretly harbored for him.

  Suddenly, Nick was back holding two shots glasses. He handed one to me and sat on the couch. "Hold on a second. Mike is bringing salt and lime. This is definitely not top shelf liquor, so we're going to need it."

  I could smell sickening fumes emanating from the shot even with the glass a foot away from my nose. "Is this tequila? I've never done a tequila shot before."

  Nick chuckled, "I guess there's a first time for everything."

  Mike finally arrived, and handed the lime wedges and the salt to Nick. I stared at all the stuff in his hands. "Maybe you better demonstrate how to do this first for me."

  Laughter in his eyes, Nick replied, "The most important thing is to toss the shot down your throat and then immediately bite on the lime. No swirling it around in your mouth or anything."

  I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that stupid. I'm just not very coordinated."

  Nick continued, "Anyway, its easy. Just lick the salt, do the shot and then bite the lime. Just do that all really fast."