My Rock #7 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #7) (7 page)

“I’ve been sober for a little over a hundred days
now. I’m working hard to make this all pay off. I don’t want to live that life
anymore.”

“Good….that’s good. I’d sure like to see you again
one of these days. You’re my only grandchild, you know.”

“I know, Grandpa. I’m sorry. We’re leaving New
Mexico day after tomorrow and we’ll be headed to Dallas. I should have time
while I’m there to
come
see you, if that would be
okay?”

“I just said I wanted to see you, didn’t I? Hell
boy, maybe you’re the one who’s senile.” I laughed again. I’d forgotten how
funny he was. I’d forgotten a lot of things about my former life, before my
whole family went to shit.

“You did say that. I’ll call you in a couple of
days.”

“
Ayait
!” he said.

“
Ayait
!”
I yelled back. I hung up with a smile. He was the only family I really had left
and for some reason, I’d been craving a connection with someone. Maybe if I
could work up the nerve to ask her, Elly would go with me to see him.

I hung up with my grandfather and waited some more.
I was almost ready to go find her. I started wondering if maybe she wasn’t
coming. Maybe she’d stepped on the DVD and hadn’t even watched it. Maybe she
only watched the first one. I should have just given her the one that showed
the inside of the bus.

I took out my guitar and strummed it, killing time
and trying to alleviate a little anxiety. Before I knew it, I was singing the
song I wrote for her. I was on my second time through it when I got her text
message. I smiled when I read it:

Can
we talk?

Yeah.
Gimme
fifteen minutes and then come on over.

I turned off all the lights and got undressed. Then
I used the string of lights that usually hung outside my door to wrap my body
up
in
. I stood in the doorframe of the bedroom and
covered my already growing cock up with the guitar. I had to smile at the
picture I must be painting on the camera still pointed at me.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

ELLY

After kicking Brooke’s ass, I had such a shot of
adrenaline that my entire body was shaking. It felt good though; I was thinking
about a career change. I could be a fucking enforcer or something. I wanted to
tell someone how awesome I was. I laughed at myself and took out my phone. I
text Tristan and when he text back that I could come over in fifteen minutes
the adrenaline all seemed to drain down into my belly and make me feel sick. I
wanted to see him, no doubt. I wanted to do more than see him. I wanted to
touch him. Even though I was still angry, watching him out on that stage that
night was enough for me to throw my own bra out there. He had a power over me
even when he was being an asshole. My anxiety was coming from the fact that I had
accused him of being unfaithful. I’d refused to listen to him when he tried to
explain. I called him a liar and a cheat, basically, and then I got really mean
and told him he never took me out to dinner or something stupid like that. What
if he was just letting me come over so that after I groveled, he could refuse
to forgive me?

I walked slowly to his bus, passing the security
guys that had dragged Brooke out of his bus that night on my way. Brad, the
bigger guy and I were on a first-name basis. I liked him, but I was embarrassed
about how much he knew about that night. If he watched those tapes, he saw me
come out sobbing and stand there in the rain sobbing like an idiot. I wasn’t as
bad as Tristan about my personal business, but there were some things that I
just thought should stay between two people.

“Hi Elly!
How are you tonight?” he asked me.

“I’m doing well, Brad. How are you?”

“I’m just fine,” he said. “Elly, can I say something
that might be a little…personal?”

Shit! Not him, too! Brad was old enough to be my
father. I really hoped that he wasn’t going to hit on me too.

“Um…yeah, I suppose,” I said.

“I’m sure you know this, but I just wanted to tell
you that Tristan cares a lot about you. I’m guessing he’s the kind of guy who
has a hard time showing it.”

I had to smile at this linebacker looking guy trying
to get me to forgive Tristan. He must have been a romantic at heart. “Thanks,
Brad, that
means a lot.” I told him. I was getting too
arrogant or maybe just paranoid or something. I was suddenly thinking that
every man who spoke to me was hitting on me.

Brad smiled and wished me a good night and I headed
on to Tristan’s bus. It didn’t look like there were any lights on and I thought
that was weird, but I went inside anyways. It was definitely dark inside, but I
could see the shadow of something, or someone, at the end of the long walkway.
It was Tristan, wrapped in lights and wearing nothing else other than his
guitar. The man was insane. I loved it.

“Hey,” I said with a smile.

“Hey,” he said back, grinning.

“You look…radiant,” I said.

He laughed and said, “That was terrible. Sit down.”

“What?”

“Sit down.”

I sat and then I started to open my mouth again. He
shushed me and put his guitar up around his neck, exposing his entire naked
body. I felt moisture rush out between my legs.

“I want to play a song for you,” he said. I smiled
and nodded and he started playing the guitar; it was a really pretty tune. Then
he started singing and I swear to god that my insides began to melt. He was
singing a song about standing in the rain, missing his girl. He said he wanted
to hold her, love her. He said that he didn’t want to lose her because he was
lost without her. I could feel the hot sting of tears burning the backs of my
eyes. He was singing a song he’d written for me, and it was beautiful. I
couldn’t believe this was the same guy that had thrown me out of his apartment
the first night after we’d had sex. In a million years I would have never
thought he’d do something as romantic as writing a song for me.

When he finished singing I had tears running down my
cheeks as I clapped for him. He smiled and came over towards me. He leaned the
guitar up against the chair and I stood up. I put my arms around his neck and
hugged him tight. He hugged me back and just held me for a few minutes. I
finally felt like everything was going to be okay.

“Thank you,” I told him. “That was beautiful.”

He smiled and said, “Thank you for the inspiration.”

I laughed then and said, “I exude inspiration.”

“You’re being facetious,” he said.

“Facetious?”

“Yeah, you know…kind of sarcastic….”

“I know what it means. It just doesn’t sound like a
Tristan word.”

He looked hurt and said, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“Oh no, I don’t think you’re stupid. You just
usually don’t….shit! I’m sorry.”

He grinned and said, “
Shh
,
I was kidding. You’re right. I probably read it on word of the day toilet paper
or something.”

I hugged him again and then he led me over to the
couch to sit. There, sitting next to him, I finally said, “I’m so sorry that I
didn’t believe you about Brooke. I feel so bad.”

“You watched the tapes?”

“Yeah, and then I went over and kind of…I punched
Brooke in the face and I may have pulled out a few of her extensions.”

“Damn it!” he said. I thought he was mad at me for
attacking Brooke.

“Are you mad?”

“Hell yes! I’m mad I wasn’t there to see it. There’s
nothing hotter than a girl fight.” I pushed him in the chest and he laughed. “Did
she fight back?”

“She tried to, but I got ahold of her fake hair and
threatened to twist it off her head.”

“Damn! I’m scared of you. I have to get those
tapes!” I laughed and elbowed him again. He was looking at me funny then and I
could tell there was something he wanted to say, but he didn’t say it. Instead,
he said, “So what have you thought of the last couple of shows?”

“I think they went okay,” I told him casually while
trying to suppress a grin.

“Okay?
Really?
Guns and
Roses, Jason
Aldean
…”

I couldn’t do it. I laughed and said, “I was
kidding. You were amazing. You’re so damned talented.”

He leaned in then and kissed me. “Thank you,” he
whispered against my lips. I feel the same way about you.”

He kissed me again, this time it was deeper and
filled with passion. His cock kept brushing up against my arm as we talked and
I was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about him being naked right next
to me. I wanted to touch him, but I was curious to see where this was all
going. I finally processed what he’d just said then and I said,

“You feel the same? I have no talent.”

Smiling he said, “You’ve got many talents. But I meant
that you’re amazing, too.”

“Oh, thank you,” I said. He laughed again and then
he reached over and took the top button of my shirt between his fingers. He
started unbuttoning it and he leaned over while his fingers moved down to the
next one and kissed my lips. He kissed my neck while he unbuttoned the next
two. I was sitting there with my shirt wide open and my black lace bra showing
when I looked up and saw the camera’s and remembered.

“Tristan, what about the cameras?”

He looked up at the one pointed down on us and
flipped it off. “I know you can’t hear me,” he said to it, “So here’s some sign
language for you controlling bastards.” He flipped it the bird again. Then he
turned back to me and said, “I don’t give a fuck if they watch if you don’t.
They’ll just be jealous of me.” He grinned and slipped his hands behind my back
underneath the shirt. I felt him take hold of the bra clasp. He pulled his head
back and looked at my face. He was making sure I wasn’t really worried about
the cameras. At that point, I would have fucked him in front of a live
audience. My mouth was too dry to speak then so I smiled and shrugged. He took
that as a yes. He unhooked my bra and let my breasts spill out. Then he
completely removed the shirt and the bra and tossed them over onto the chair.

“Stand up,” he said. I stood in front of him and he
kissed me softly all across my belly. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and hooking
his thumbs in them he pulled them down to my feet. He left them there and
leaned forward to rub his face across my black satin panties before pulling
them down to my feet as well. I stepped out of them both as he stood up and
took my hand. He’d never undressed me like that before. It was sensual and
erotic instead of hurried and frantic. It may well have been Tristan at his
most romantic and I loved it. He led me down the walkway to the bed. He laid me
down on it and lay down next to me. I could have been wrong, maybe just caught
up in the song and the romance of that, but something seemed different in his
eyes…I liked it.

CHAPTER
TWELVE

TRISTAN

I just lay there looking at her face for a long
time. I wondered sometimes what she’d done to me. How does one woman change the
way you think and feel…the way you’ve thought and felt for your entire life? I didn’t
want a girlfriend. I didn’t want anyone telling me what I should do or not do,
or how I should feel. The only example of a relationship I’d ever really had
was my parents. They fucked each other up bad and I had it in my head that if I
ever got into one, that’s what would happen to me. Elly changed those ideas in
my head. Since I met her, it had been just the opposite of all that. I was so
broken, so fucked up, and finally I was…almost happy.

I leaned down and brushed my lips along hers. She
had sexy lips’ they looked good and felt good and tasted good. I kissed her
face then, first up one side and down the other. Finally, I kissed her hard and
then I scooped her up so she was in my arms and her body was crushed up against
mine. She parted her lips and let me slide my tongue into her wet, willing
mouth. We kissed for a really long time, until we were both out of breath, then
taking her by surprise, I broke the kiss and sat up, flipping her so she was
facing away from me. I covered her nipples with the palms of my hands and began
rubbing firmly against her rock hard nipples. She leaned that sweet, sexy body
back into me and moaned. I rubbed my face in her hair. I loved her hair. It was
so soft and it always smelled so fucking good. I slid my lips down then and
sucked and licked around the outside of her ear and then down to her neck. I
licked and sucked there for a while, feeling her shiver against me as I bit
down on the sensitive part of her neck. I sucked it in hard, knowing I was
going to leave a mark. She wasn’t complaining and I could even feel the goose
bumps rising on her arms. While I sucked on her neck, she lifted her sweet ass
up and sat it down on my hard cock. She slowly began moving her hips, rubbing
herself against me. It was my turn to moan, it felt so fucking good.

I kept kissing her neck and she squirmed in my lap;
I twisted and pulled on her nipples. She was groaning loud and I could feel the
sticky wetness all over my cock and the tops of my thighs from her pussy. I
wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. I was so fucking turned on I was afraid that I’d
cum as soon as I slipped inside of her. Instead, I slid my hand down her back
and across her ass and took my throbbing cock in my own hand. I slid the other
hand down across her nipples and her belly and ended with it between her legs.
My fingers found her swollen clit and I played with it while stroking my cock
up against her ass. She was mewling now and her whole body was shaking. I
fucking loved having that kind of effect on her.