As he started to hover over me, I grabbed his shirt and shook my head.
“Now,” I ordered.
“Yes, fiancée,” he whispered.
The smell of dried sweat from the show should have been unappetizing.
But it was Dex.
The smell of dried sweat made me picture him on stage, playing guitar, knowing there were thousands - millions - of women who wanted to be in my position.
Again… that shouldn’t have been a turn on for me.
What have I become?
Dex tossed his shirt across the room and before it hit the floor, he managed to open his jeans and drop those down to his ankles.
I learned something else about the crazy rock star… he wore nothing under his jeans.
He was already thick, hard, making my hand tingle, wanting to have him again.
I slid back on his massive bed and touched my pants.
Dex jumped at the bed and was almost on top of me.
“No, sweetie,” he said. “It’s my job. Grab the sheets and bite your lip.”
There was a part of me that hated when he talked like a dickhead like that. But there was a bigger part that loved it.
Dex dipped his head down to my chest. I arched my back, giving him my chest. His right hand moved up my body with speed and cupped my left breast with enough force that I had to put my hand over his hand. His mouth eased over my right breast, thirsting for me, the tip of his tongue moving in any and all directions against my nipple.
When he thrust his hips, I felt the steel warmth of his cock slide against my stomach, pinned between us.
I shuddered and bit my lip, that wild feeling of need taking full control once again.
Dex moved down my body with big, wet kisses. Purposely opening his mouth wide. Purposely sucking at my skin so it made noise.
Leaving me ready to explode before anything even really began.
He continued to kiss my body as he opened my pants (for the second time tonight) and he ripped my pants and panties off me so hard and fast, I had to grip the sheets even tighter.
I moved back on the bed, putting myself right in the middle. It was like an ocean of bed. And I was helpless. And Dex was the hungry shark.
But don’t forget… I was ready to be bitten too…
Dex moved over my body with a calmness that only added to his wildness. Which didn’t make sense, but it was true. He balanced with his left hand flat to the bed, keeping the lower half of his body against mine. I felt him… all of him… pressing against my inner thigh, teasing me as he moved his hips, guiding his cock to my slit. Resting so perfectly there, leaving me throbbing, my body almost shaking, demanding he take me.
His right hand slid up my body again and he cupped my breast. But only for a moment as he released his grip and went up to my face. His thumb stroked my cheek and he grinned.
“Dex…”
That was the only word I had in my mind.
My heart pounded with the needed warning that whatever was happening with this moment, it couldn’t be anything real. Other than the pleasure.
Give me all the pleasure, Dex.
It was like Dex could read my mind.
His hand left my face and disappeared between our bodies.
He dipped his mouth down to mine for a kiss, a taste, and then he stayed there, our lips almost touching.
The swell of pressure between my legs made me suck in a breath. I tried to relax but there was no relaxing. Not with a guy like Dex. A rock star. Someone famous. His body built for this. The smell of the sweat on his skin. It was all so much to take in at once…
Speaking of taking it in all at once…
I groaned into Dex’s mouth as he gave himself to me.
Taking my body and pleasure for his own.
Moving at such a slow, deadly pace, I quickly hooked my ankles around his body and pulled at him for more.
I put my head back and was desperate for a breath.
Dex slid his lips from my neck down to my chest, kissing me again.
His right hand moved between the bed and my back. Pulling at the small curve of my back, arching me just enough to send a whole other sensation throughout my body.
When Dex let out a groan himself, spreading his hot, wild, rock star breath across my chest, I was done for.
My hands grabbed his back and I looked at him.
I dug my nails into his back.
And Dex started to take me some more. Pulling his body back and thrusting forward. Starting slow. Soft. Gentle. Caring. But each one getting harder. Better.
Fucking. Better.
I lifted my head to kiss Dex.
But he moved just enough so I couldn’t get to his mouth.
I ended up kissing his shoulder. And then biting his shoulder.
As he moved faster, the rush of pleasure between my legs grew more and more uncontrollable.
My right hand moved up to his hair and I pulled as I felt myself climaxing.
My toes curled tight enough that the muscles in the back of my legs started to ping and ache.
I gasped for breaths over and over as Dex didn’t slow down.
I pulled at his back tighter and he slipped both of his hands behind my back and began to lift me.
Hugging me tight, fucking like he was playing a fast Filthy Line song.
And before the pleasure had a chance to ease up, another round began to attack my body. It was a back to back sensation I’d never felt before. My body tingling everywhere as Dex showed me what it was like to be in love with a rock star.
Dex’s tongue flirted with my neck up to my ear.
“Hold on tight, sweetie,” he whispered.
When he rolled to his side, he took me with him, his strong arms refusing to let me go.
He moved to his back and now I was the one on top.
My hands spread flat to his chest and I leaned forward, letting him continue to thrust his wild body at me. My hips then began to move, taking control, moving exactly the way I craved. The way I needed.
Dex’s hands cupped my breasts and his mouth came forward again, taking turns kissing and teasing me.
I put my head back and moved like I had never moved before.
And Dex matched every thrust and grind of my hips.
If I lowered down and held, he fucked up and moved me. If I lifted myself and waited a fraction of a second too long, he thrust and made my body come down with his.
Together, over and over, all the way to me feeling that same rush of pleasure again.
I bit my lip and felt my arms starting to shake as my body crested.
It was suddenly like I had no feeling in my legs.
I started to collapse onto Dex and he moved his hands to my body and pulled me down. Our mouths finally collided together. I kissed him once and then groaned for a few seconds and then kissed him again.
His hands took comfort at my hips as he rocked me back and forth, leaving me so full I never wanted it to end.
But I also knew it was going to end.
So much was going to end…
I shut my eyes and kept kissing him.
His cock thickened and I told myself to get ready…
But there was never any sense of ready with Dex.
His grip tightened against my hips.
As he drove me against him, I moved as fast as I could, wanting him. Wanting it.
I needed to feel…
Dex growled deep in his throat and that’s when I felt it.
I gasped for a breath and it happened again.
As he came, I came one more time.
* * *
My mind wanted to be flirty.
I fell asleep in the arms of a rock star. Naked. Both of us. Naked. His body against mine. The smell of his skin. Knowing who he was. The rock star. The wild rock star. Arrested. In trouble. The women. The strippers. Drugs. Rock ‘n’ roll. The crazy lifestyle. And it was his arms around me all fucking night.
That helped me sleep with a smile on m
y face.
The reality was that it was Dex.
Dex had his arms around me all night. Dex pulled me against his warm body and kept me there. Dex’s left hand touched just below my breast, which was more damn teasing than if he played with my breasts all night.
And when I woke up and could no longer feel Dex against me, I sat up and looked around.
I realized I was alone.
Which brought back the rock star thing again.
Of course he’d wake up and bolt, right?
He got what he wanted from me.
So why not wake up, dart out of the house, and… what?
What happened next?
Was someone going to find me and escort me out of the house? Give me a ride home? Leave me to take a shower and wonder if what happened was real or not?
My clothes were on the floor.
Dex’s weren’t.
I climbed to the edge of the bed and wrapped the top cover around me.
I walked to the instruments and stared at them.
The piano. The guitars.
I cut my right hand from the blanket and touched one of the keys.
I knew nothing about music.
I swallowed hard, really trying hard not to let my heart get the best of me.
“Morning, sweetie.”
I turned and saw Dex in the bedroom.
Bringing me coffee.
“Dex.”
He walked to the piano and put the coffees down.
Then he sat down on the piano bench and put his hands to the keys. Without looking, thinking, whatevering, he just started to play. I recognized the song as a Filthy Line song.
Five seconds later he stopped.
He grabbed the blanket on my body and grinned.
“I need coffee first,” I said.
He laughed. “I bet I can get your heart jumping faster than the coffee.”
I know you can, Dex. But what I’m thinking and feeling…
I sipped the coffee and it was really good. Better than the cafe.
“Shit,” I whispered. “The cafe…”
“I took care of it, sweetie,” Dex said.
“What?”
“I called Gregor. Told my man you were under the weather. He said not a problem. He said to rest up and eat some chicken soup.”
“Dex…”
He stood up and touched my face. “I’m not controlling your life, Candice. Just giving you a breather. That’s all. I’ll toss Gregor some tickets and passes and he’ll be like a pig in shit. Nothing to worry about.”
Dex leaned down and kissed me.
And not just a good morning kiss. Like a little peck on my lips.
This was a…
Gooooood mooorrrnnniiinnnggg kind of kiss.
Kissing me so hard my knees started to bend.
Dex broke the kiss before I passed out and he walked away.
“Get dressed and come downstairs, sweetie. Breakfast is waiting. Then I have to meet up with the band and talk new tunes, new shows, and all that bullshit. Toby and his sticky jacket want me to meet with the lawyers too.”
I drank half the cup of coffee then got dressed in last night’s clothes.
I almost wished I had clothes at Dex’s.
Yikes.
I took my coffee mug and found my way downstairs.
It seemed like a good day.
I didn’t have to work.
Gregor wasn’t pissed.
Dex got to do his rock star stuff.
And the legal stuff… hopefully that was going away soon too.
Things were going to work out just fine.
And maybe Dex was actually a normal person.
In some sense.
I smiled as I stepped into the kitchen.
The smile was gone a second later.
“Hey, Candice,” Bethany said as she stood wearing oven mitts. Nothing but oven mitts. “Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?”
My eyes had to look at her boobs for a second.
I turned my head and saw Ana and two other women, topless, sitting at the breakfast table in the kitchen.
Then there was Dex.
Leaning against a wall, grinning at me.
“You have strippers cooking you breakfast?” I asked him.
“Bethany went to culinary school and is an amazing cook,” he said.
I felt my nostrils flaring.
But Dex was so cool.
He pushed from the wall and touched my face again.
“She’s cooking for all of us, sweetie,” Dex said.
“Fuck you,” I whispered.
Dex put his lips to my ear. “You know, I like your tits better. You should just get topless too. Ease the tension.”
I shut my eyes and swallowed hard.
I wanted to knee him in the balls.
“I’m just making scrambled for everyone then,” the topless stripper-slash-cook announced.
I should have just walked out of the house.
Instead, I turned and moved to the counter and helped myself to a seat.
I looked at Bethany… all of her.
And I smiled.
I pointed to her.
“I like your eyes,” I said.
She started to laugh and looked at Dex.
“I think you’ve met your match, Dex,” she said.
I looked back at Dex and lifted my left eyebrow.
He stared at me with the worst look I could have ever imagined from him.
A look like he liked… loved… me.
He nodded.
“Yeah, I’ve met my fucking match…”
17
Dex
“Where are we going?”
“I have to meet the lawyers,” I said.
“Not at the cafe.”
“Why not?”
“You called me in sick.”
“So?”
“I’m not fucking sick, Dex,” she said. “You’re going to get me fired.”
“Shit,” I said. “Sorry. I’ve never had a job in my life.”
“Of course not.”
Candice rolled her eyes.
Her phone buzzed and I saw the way her face dropped when she looked at the screen.
It wasn’t my business to pry into her personal life. Or to look at her phone.
She hurried to turn the screen off and tucked the phone away.
The SUV stopped outside the cafe.
“I have to go in,” I said. “I need you there too, sweetie.”
“Whatever,” Candice said.
She opened her door and jumped out.
By the time I got out of the SUV and walked around to meet up with Candice, she was looking at her phone again.
And she hurried to put it away when she saw me.
When we got into the cafe, Gregor and Betty were working.
Betty’s eyes lit up when she saw me.
Gregor pointed to Candice.
I looked at Candice and grinned.
She pretended to cough and said, “I’m so sick right now.”
Gregor came rushing toward us.
I balled up a fist, ready to knock his punk ass out if he got mouthy.
“I feel bad for dragging her out here,” I said.
Gregor opened his mouth. Then shut it. Then opened it again.
“Careful with the words,” I said to him.
“Otto is here,” Gregor said. “There was a problem with one of the ovens. I had to call him.”
“That’s good,” Candice said.
Gregor was annoyed.
I slapped his shoulder. “Get everyone something to eat and drink. On me. Whatever they want. Just ask.” I reached into my pocket and handed him a few big bills. “Here. That’ll cover everything. Get to it, Gregor.”
When he turned, I slapped his ass.
Candice gasped.
“Shit, Dex,” Toby said.
“What?” I asked. “He’s doing good. And he doesn’t mind, right?”
Gregor didn’t ans
wer.
He walked away.
I looked at Candice again and winked.
She finally smiled.
Life was good.
I pulled a chair out for Candice and then spun one around for myself.
From the corner of my eye I saw Gregor taking orders from everyone in the cafe.
“What’s going on?” I asked Barry and Franklin.
“Well, SLECK feels confident,” Toby said.
“I didn’t ask you, Toby.”
“But I’m telling you,” Toby said. “The show was awesome. The song is a hit. SLECK wants more. A song every week…”
“I’m not forcing shit out,” I said. “I’m not writing cookie cutter bullshit to throw up some streaming apps just for people to listen. The songs have to count.”
“Then make them count,” Toby said.
I pointed to Toby. “Go find another band. Maybe a boy band, Toby.”
Toby curled his lip.
I reached for him and wiped his shoulder. “Thought I saw something on your jacket. Looked a little sticky.”
Candice elbowed me.
“Mind if we talk now?” Franklin asked.
I showed my hands. “Have at it.”
“The first arrest is a wash,” Barry said. “The guy at the bar had a strong story. Now if we had the two guys that hit you first…”
“Raunchy Recks,” Candice said.
“Wait a second, sweetie,” I said. “We don’t handle it that way.”
“The band rivalry,” Barry said.
“We don’t talk about it,” I said. “Fuck that. No.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter,” Franklin said. “If we had them it would help the other case… but fine. So the first arrest, forget about it. It was a minor scuffle. Nothing was damaged.”
“The second one,” Barry said.
“You had to hit him over the head with glass?” Toby asked.
“There were three of them coming toward me,” I said. “Okay? Three. And when I hit the first guy, I stopped. I’ll fight that to my grave.”
“Well, the good news is that the people involved don’t want anything to do with you,” Barry said. “The engagement has definitely helped. We feel that if it were to go anywhere near a judge and jury, we could win.”
“Perfect,” I said.
“Just keep it up,” Franklin said. “Having Candice at the show was great. We heard there was a situation with her and a fan… you know, normally that would drive me crazy, but it works. There were pictures of her outside with you, Dex. The fans know her by name. They actually like her a lot.”
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