Rock Hard
Page 56
Page 56
Author: Olivia Cunning
His hand moved to the hem of her dress and slid it upward to reveal her mound. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to handle watching his hand bringing her pleasure. His fingertips separated her swollen flesh and slid over her clit. She shuddered violently. Or maybe that was the plane hitting turbulence again. He quickly sent her senses spiraling high above the earth and it had nothing to do with the miracle of flight.
“Ah God, Sed, I can’t stand it. ”
“We are now at cruising altitude,” Jordan said over the intercom, “feel free to move about the cabin…” The rest of her words didn’t register.
Sed released both their seat belts, flattened Jessica on her back upon the sofa, and plunged into her body with a groan of torment. Jessica cried out as her body strained against his, taking its pleasure instantly in a deep, pulsating orgasm. His hard, quick strokes carried him to join her seconds later. He held her hips while he erupted inside her, his cock buried as deeply as possible, his face contorted in ecstasy. He took a gasping breath and collapsed on top of her, cradling her body in his arms.
He chuckled, his body quaking above her. “Sorry about that, sweetheart. I didn’t realize you had me that worked up. ”
She cupped his face to get him to look at her. “I liked it. It was exciting. ” As she stared into his sky blue eyes, she knew he never got that worked up over any other woman. Just her.
“You want to try again?”
“Many, many times,” she said, “but later. While we’re sightseeing. ”
His cock twitched inside her. “If I didn’t already love you, Jessica Chase, I’d fall in love with you all over again, every minute of every day. ”
She kissed him, emotions stealing her breath. She gazed up at him, brushing her thumb along his cheekbone. “You can be so sweet sometimes. ”
He rolled his eyes. “That secret dies with you. Promise me. ”
“I promise. ”
He grinned, both dimples making an appearance. “So what are we going to do today in San Francisco?”
She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What aren’t we going to do?”
Chapter 51
Sed’s woman was awesome. They’d enjoyed a soft-food lunch in Chinatown followed by hot, uninhibited sex against a wall in some back alley. She’d taken him to the top of Coit Tower in all its phallic glory and they’d gazed out over magnificent views of San Francisco with his cock buried inside her from behind. His black leather duster was undoubtedly the best clothing investment he’d ever made. After hiking up several hills from hell and getting “lost” in some bushes for about an hour, they’d gone to an art museum. He didn’t remember much of what they’d seen there. The most interesting and beautiful thing in the place had been the woman with him. And how was he supposed to concentrate on art and culture and refinement and all that bullshit when she kept rubbing her succulent ass against his ever-attentive cock? She’d driven him so mad with lust, he’d eventually pulled her into a supply closet and she’d given him the best blow job of his life.
He had no idea where the limo was taking them now, but realized he enjoyed letting Jessica run the show. She was damn good at it.
“Are you tired?” she asked.
Exhausted, but he’d never admit that to her. “I’m fine. ”
“We can relax on the boat. ”
His interest perked. “Boat?”
“A romantic dinner and sunset on the bay. ”
“Sounds wonderful. Why did you go to all this trouble?”
“Because I love you. ”
“And how did you afford it?” Not that he was unwilling to pay for it. If she put it on his credit card, he was perfectly okay with that. He just wondered.
“Myrna paid me. And I got my scholarship back, so I had some extra cash to blow. ”
He stared at her in disbelief. “You were irresponsible with money for me?”
She scowled, that wonderful hair trigger temper of hers exploding. “I wouldn’t call it irrespons—”
He cut off her words with a hungry kiss. When she went limp and compliant in his arms, he pulled away and stared into her lovely jade-green eyes. “The best day of my life used to be the day I asked you to marry me onstage in Pittsburgh, but as memorable as that was, today has been even better. ”
She smiled at him. “It’s not over yet. ”
“It can’t possibly improve. ”
“I’ll consider that a challenge. ”
Oh yes, please do. His cock stirred in his pants again. Before he could make good use of his excitement, the limo let them out at Fisherman’s Wharf. The crowd buzzed with curiosity in their wake. He didn’t know if it was because people recognized them or because they’d been riding in a limousine, but no one approached. Jessica took his hand and led him to a large sailboat near the end of a dock. The captain greeted them, handed Jessica a picnic basket, and within minutes they were on their way across the water. He needed to call Brian to tell him he was already in San Francisco. They wouldn’t be riding to the venue together as they’d planned.
“I need to use the restroom,” he told her and kissed her gently.
She glanced out at the western horizon anxiously. “Hurry back,” she said and started removing things from the picnic basket, carefully arranging them on the small round table on the deck.
In the bathroom, Sed turned on his cell phone and it beeped. New message. Three of them. All from Brian.
The first message said, “Sed, you need to stay home today. Eric and Jace are up to something. Call me. ”
Eric and Jace?
And the second, “Dare told us you’re on your way to San Francisco with Jessica. I hope you check your messages soon. I have something important to tell you. Call me. Immediately. ”
The final message, “Sed, whatever you do, don’t get on that boat!”
Sed’s heart sank to his toes. Too late for that. He was already on the boat. Was Jessica planning to kill him and then dump his body overboard before sailing off into the sunset with his drummer and bassist? And how did Brian know about their plan? Was he in on it or trying to save Sed’s life? Palms sweating, Sed dialed Brian and waited for him to answer.
“Finally. I’ve been waiting for you to call me back all day. ”
“What the fuck is going on, Brian?”
“Please tell me you’re not on the boat. ”
“I’m on the boat. ”
“Shit!” Brian then spoke to someone on his end, “He’s already on the boat. ”
“Shit!” Trey said in the background.
Brian spoke into his phone again, “Okay, moving on to plan B. ”
Sed scratched his head behind his ear. “Plan B. What was Plan A?”
“You’ve got to do it today, buddy. Like, right now. ”
Sed was not following him. Like, at all. “Do what?”
“Propose to Jessica. ”
“Yeah, tomorrow during the concert. We already planned the whole thing. ”
“You can’t wait. Go do it right now. ”
“Now? What’s going on, Brian?”
Brian hesitated and then sighed loudly. “I can’t say. ”
“Tell him,” Trey said loud enough for Sed to hear.
“It’s not a fair win if we tell him. It won’t count. ”
“I’m not getting the tattoo of Eric’s choice on my ass because you’re being some honorable douche bag,” Trey said. “Give me the damn phone. I’m telling him. ”
Sed held the device away from his ear as his two guitarists wrestled over Brian’s phone. Loudly. Apparently, Brian won.
“You have to ask her to marry you before sunset. Okay?” Brian said breathlessly. “Just trust me on this. You know I wouldn’t steer you wrong. ”
“I’m not asking her until she hears her song. It’s the only reason I haven’t proposed yet. ” Well, that, and
he was nervous. Also putting the ring on her finger in her sleep hadn’t worked out so well.
“So sing it to her. ”
“Without music? Don’t be stupid, Brian. You and Trey have been rehearsing her song all week. ”
“What about the recording you guys made a couple years ago?” Sed heard Trey say in the background.
“Yes! I forgot about the recording. Perfect! Sed, if I play the song for her over the phone, will you ask her? We can still play it for her live at the concert tomorrow. ” Brian made a sound of desperation—half whine, half groan. “Please. ”
Brian never asked Sed for much and he owed the guy a lot. Sed sighed in annoyance, knowing he couldn’t refuse. “If you send me the song, I guess so. ”
Brian released a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I hope I still have it. I’ll check my files and call you back A. S. A. F. P. ”
“Fine,” Sed said. “You know, if you crazy bastards would quit making stupid bets…”
“You’ve made your share of stupid bets. ”
Sed couldn’t deny it.
“I’ll try to find it,” Brian continued, “but if for some reason I can’t, promise you’ll ask her anyway. Before sunset. ”
What was the big deal with sunset? Was she going to turn into an ogre or something?
“I’ll ask her. When I’m ready. ”
Trey was hollering, “What did he say? Is he going to save our asses? I mean literally. Brian?” when Sed disconnected.
Sed still didn’t completely understand the bet or what Eric and Jace had to do with anything. Maybe Jessica could explain it. He set his phone on vibrate and stuffed it back in his pocket. Before returning to deck, he used the bathroom facilities and washed up in the little sink. He no longer thought Jessica planned to kill him (well, probably not), but he was a bit leery of her intentions now that he knew she was in on some stupid bet his band mates had devised. No telling what he was in for.
On deck, he took the chair across from her and she smiled sweetly, the sinking sun making her strawberry blonde hair glow a pale gold.
“Canned peaches? They should be easy on your throat. ”
His throat really wasn’t bothering him at all, but he nodded, unlikely to ever refuse her coddling. “What happens at sunset?”
She dropped her fork in the big container of peaches. “The sun goes down. ”
He shook his head at her. “Smartass,” he murmured with a crooked grin. After she retrieved the fork, he watched her lick peach syrup off her fingers.
“Why did you ask me that?” she asked suspiciously.
“I just talked to Brian on the phone. He seemed to think something significant was going to happen at sunset. Something involving Eric and Jace. You aren’t planning to murder me, are you?”
Her initial stunned expression quickly turned to uneasy laughter. “Murder you? Eh, no, not exactly. ”
“Then what exactly are you planning on doing?”
“It’s a surprise. A good one. I promise. ” She offered him a peach with her fork. “Just relax, okay? You’re making me nervous. ”
He slurped the peach down his throat. “Making you nervous?”
“Look,” she said, pointing at something over his shoulder. “There’s Alcatraz. ”
Why was she pointing out one of the most horrible prisons in existence? Maybe she was just trying to distract him. They were sailing away from Alcatraz and closer to the Golden Gate Bridge over her shoulder.
“And there’s the Golden Gate Bridge. ”
She glanced behind her and turned a sickly shade of green. “Already?”
The closer they got to the bridge, the greener she looked.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded slightly. Fed him another peach.