FanGirl Squeal (RockStars of Romance Book 1) (18 page)

“Britt, this is Savannah. Savannah, this is my little
sister, Brittany.”

“Your sister lives with you?” I asked.

“Technically,” Brittany said as she approached us. “I’m not
his sister. Technically, I’m his adopted daughter so I have to live with him.”

My eyes widened as Brittany threw her arms around me and
squeezed. “It’s so nice to meet you! I thought my dumb brother was going to
keep you to himself! Thanks for doing that awesome book for him. He needed it
so bad!”

I was still trying to wrap my head around
adopted
daughter
when Cash told Brittany to help me change and something about the
roof. Brittany grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway. I have no idea
what is happening.

Cash looked over at Savannah lying comfortably on the
outdoor sectional. She had a pillow behind her head and was wearing a pair of
shorts and t-shirt that Brittany lent her. Cash was stretched out on the longer
end of the sectional. A six-pack of Belgium beer sat between them.

“How often do you come up here?” Savannah asked.

“I usually stay on my balcony because I have a better view
of the city. But I’ve been to a few parties up here.”

“I love rooftop parties. Actually, I like any party that is
outdoors. Clubs get so stuffy.”

“Do you party a lot?” Cash asked.

He was immensely enjoying every word that Savannah spoke. He
kept asking questions about her because she spoke freely and with such passion
about people she knew, places she’d been and places she wanted to travel to,
and her dreams. She was an exceptional human being. Every minute in her
presence was an honor.

“I attend a lot of events,” Savannah giggled. “When you have
the number one entertainment site in the country, people invite you to all
kinds of things,” she bragged.

Cash smirked. “Yeah, that happens when you have six Grammys
and the number one album on Billboard too.”

Savannah rolled over onto her side and stared at Cash. “Why
haven’t you ever talked about Brittany?” she asked, completely changing the
subject to a topic that Cash wasn’t sure he wanted to discuss with the owner of
the number one entertainment site in the country.

No matter how much he liked her, it was always better to be
cautious when it came to any type of blogger or journalist. Savannah was no
exception, and Brittany was very personal subject.

“What’s to tell?” Cash asked.

“You adopted a child. That’s a pretty big deal considering
your entire fan base thinks she’s your biological sister, don’t you think?”

“Of course I think it’s a big deal,” he answered shortly. “That’s
why I don’t talk about it. I like to keep certain parts of my life off of
gossip sites and out of magazines.”

Savannah pulled herself into an upright position. Cash felt
her hard stare before he turned his head and caught her eyes. Her eyes were
narrow with uncertainty.

“Is that what you think I’d do? Write about it on my
website?”

Cash shrugged. “It’s a good story. Why else would you ask
about it if you weren’t interested?”

Savannah exhaled slowly. She scrunched her face up in a
severe frown. When she stood up and walked across the roof away from Cash, he suspected
that he might have offended her somehow. He crossed the roof and tapped her
shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was wondering when Cash the celebrity was going to
appear,” Savannah replied without turning around. “Celebrities…y’all are really
special. In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have my laptop or phone with me.
I don’t even have an ink pen or a piece of paper. And this,” she tugged at her
shorts and tank top, “is not what I’d wear to do an interview with a celebrity.
Sometimes, a question is just a question, Cash, not my next story.”

There was sincerity in Savannah’s voice that made Cash
believe her. She used the same tone when she was explaining why she didn’t want
to be on his website talking about the book. He appreciated her honesty.

“I offended you so I apologize,” Cash replied. “I’ve been in
this industry for eight years. It isn’t often that something I say isn’t used
as story. I have to be very careful.”

Savannah stared at the New York skyline. She wouldn’t turn
her head to look at him, not even when he placed his hand on the small of her
back.

“Not with me,” she said so softly that Cash wasn’t sure if
she was talking or it was the wind.

“What?”

“I said that you don’t have to be careful with me. I’d never
write anything about that you didn’t want people to know. You’re not a story to
me, Cash. Some things are too special to share with anyone else.”

Cash moved behind Savannah and held her around her waist.
Together, they looked over the bustling city. The bright lights of New York
were still bright at thirty-five stories above the ground. He nuzzled Savannah’s
neck. Every time he touched her, he felt a spark and wondered if she felt the
same thing.

“She was seven years old when I met her. Her mother was on
meth,” Cash spoke. “They were homeless. I was living off of La Brea and working
at Joe’s Sandwich Shop at the time. Britt used to follow me home from work
hoping I had food. I started to make sure that I made her a sandwich or two.
She started walking home with me after work every night. She liked listening to
me play.”

Cash told Savannah everything, from how he wanted to kill
Brittany’s foster father to the terror he felt when she got her first period.

“Now, I have this teenager that I’m responsible for. I have
to make sure she’s making good decisions and hanging with the right crowd. It’s
up to me to make sure she gets into a good college and doesn’t end up on
Teen
Mom
. It’s scary as hell. One minute she was this cute little girl who never
wanted to leave my side. Now, all she does is surf the web and spend money like
she’s the one with hit songs.”

Savannah patted his shoulder and started to walk back to the
couch. “That’s what teenagers do, Pops. I gave my parents the blues when I was
sixteen.”

Cash watched her walk away. He stole a peek at her perfectly
round ass, the perkiness of it compounded by the tiny shorts that stopped just
below the cheeks. Her legs and thighs were thick and muscular. Savannah had
already admitted that she hated the gym, but she was fit so Cash figured that
she got some sort of exercise. Probably yoga or Pilates. With her tight ass,
small waist, and killer legs, Cash knew that only possible reason that Savannah
wasn’t taken was because she was single by choice.

The little switch in Savannah’s hips when she walked was
like a siren calling only out to him. When she bent over to gather the empty
beer bottles off the ground, Cash’s penis jerked. He adjusted himself before
walking over to the sofa. The bottles crashed against hard plastic of the
recycle bin. Savannah walked past Cash to her spot on the sofa, but he grabbed
her and pulled her into his lap.

“You play entirely too much,” she laughed.

“You’ve been dying to be this close to me since I picked you
up,” Cash teased.

Boldly, he slid his hands along the baby soft skin of her
thighs and ran his finger under the hem of her shorts. He watched her face
respond to his touch. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly parted. Her
breasts rose and fell with each deep breath. Her dark nipples pressed tightly
against the thin tank top. He felt himself harden and by the way Savannah shifted
on his lap, she felt it too.

Cash bent his head and kissed her lightly on her parted
lips. Savannah stroked the nape of his neck as she greedily returned his kiss.
Cash tested the waters by slipping his hand under her shirt. He rested her hand
against her taut flat stomach while her lips caressed his. Savannah was an
intense kisser. She kissed with a burning passion and desire that he happily
returned.

Savannah dragged her lips away from his and moaned his name.
His hand covered one of her breasts and every ounce of control Cash was
pretending to have was lost. Savannah began to kiss the side of his throat, the
most sensitive spot on his body. His erection practically screamed for release
with every touch her lips.

Cash eased out of the magnetic pull of Savannah’s lips. They
locked eyes, their chests rising and falling with each quick breath. Savannah
shifted on his lap so that she was straddling him. Cash could feel the
pulsating heat of her womanhood through her shorts. He opened his mouth to ask
if she was sure that she wanted to cross another line with him, but he didn’t
need to ask. She answered his question by sliding her hands across his bare
chest then dipping her head to kiss his tattoo.

Cash lifted Savannah’s shirt just enough to expose one
breast. The moonlight reflected off the silver bar that pierced her stiff brown
nipple. She threw her head back and gasped when he flicked his tongue across
the piercing. Cash grinned when he saw that both of her nipples were pierced.

Cash pulled one nipple into his mouth and licked and sucked.
He was lost in a haze as Savannah’s breathless pants of arousal lingered in the
air. He paid equal attention to both breasts until he felt Savannah’s body
begin to quiver.

Cash placed his hand behind Savannah’s head and lowered her
to the couch. He slid off her tiny shorts and caressed the smoothness of her
bare skin. The slight tremble in her thighs convinced him to keep going. He
moved his long body behind her and slid his hands up her legs until her reached
her thong. He began to kiss and suck Savannah’s neck while he pushed aside the
damp cotton triangle and ran his finger along her wetness.

The sound that slipped out of Savannah’s mouth was a
combination of a gasp and moan. Savannah rubbed up against Cash and breathed
his name. His cock hardened more, especially when she reached behind her and
began to fiddle with the buckle of his jeans. She found the zipper and slid it
down. Cash nearly lost it when Savannah’s had wrapped around him and began to stroke
the length of his manhood. She turned her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were
bright like stars in the moonlight. Abruptly, savannah stopped in mid-stroke.
She stood up and stripped off her thong and shirt. Cash unfastened his jeans
and let them and his boxers fall to the ground. Savannah’s eyes roamed his
entire body. She licked her lips and grinned. She reached for his cock and
stroked it.

“Impressive.”

“So are you.” He pulled her to him and fell back on the
sofa.

“Hold on,” she said. “Protection?”

“Yeah, in my pants’ pocket.”

Without leaving his lap, Savannah showed him how flexible
she was by leaning back and retrieving his jeans. She found a foil packet and
tore it open. She handed the rubber to Cash and began to kiss him fiercely as
he expertly rolled the condom over his penis. When his hands were free, he
fondled each of her breasts as she reached beneath her and started to guide
Cash’s stiff erection inside of her sweet box. Cash groaned and closed his eyes
as he sank easily into her. Cash had every intention of savoring the moment and
taking his time, but Savannah had other plans. She began to roll her hips and
eased him deeper into her incredible heat until every inch was nestled tightly
inside her.

“Oh Jesus,” she whispered.

“It’s just Cash,” he replied and gripped her hips.

He leaned forward to taste her lips again as Savannah’s
thighs clenched around his. She rocked her hips and moved up and down in a slow
rhythm. She was so slick and tight! Cash watched as she arched her back and
began moving faster. Her met her movement with thrusts of his own, watching her
suck in her breath and squeeze her eyes shut as her mouth formed unintelligible
words.

Suddenly, Savannah gripped his shoulder with both hands, her
sharp nails bit into his skin. She began to bounce harder as her muscles
clenched around him. Cash lowered her to the sofa. Pulling out, he teased her
opening before plunging back in, bringing her to the brink of total ecstasy
over and over again.

Each thrust brought him closer to his own eruption. Savannah
writhing below him, begging him not to stop, increased the pressure building
up. She gripped his ass and forced him to plunge deeper and shouted with great
satisfaction when he did. His mouth covered hers, stifling the cries of
unadulterated bliss. He spread her legs wider and increased his tempo.

Pulling away from her mouth, Cash looked into Savannah’s
eyes. He wanted to watch her face as she came. Savannah’s expressive brown eyes
swam with anticipation of the release building inside of her. She wrapped her
around him and clenched her legs around his waist as one final thrust took her
over the edge.

Cash kept pumping as Savannah’s hips jerked and he was
flooded with warmth. The wave of her release sent his own body into a fit of
trembles and jerks while he emptied his seed into the latex. Both were out of
breath as Cash quickly removed the condom and let it fall over the back of the
sofa. Savannah was practically curled into a fetal position. He slid behind her
and held her as they both tried to steady their breathing.

When Savannah turned her head, her eyes were burning with
passion and mischief.

“You…got…another one?” she panted.

“Another what?”

“Condom.”

Cash nodded. He hadn’t completely recovered but he was
immediately ready again when Savannah slid the latex over his dick. He rolled
over onto his back as Savannah slowly sank onto his pulsing length. She was
still as a coy grin played at the corner of her mouth that was not tucked
between her teeth.

Cash matched the rhythm of Savannah’s winding hips with fire
and desire that burned to his core. Cash was about fifteen years and a hundred
girls away from being a virgin but he’d never had a woman ride him with such
unbridled passion and still look beautiful while doing it.