Play Your Heart Out: A Rock Star Romance (Sinful Serenade Book 4) (24 page)

I shake my head.

His fingers skim my sex. "You like thinking about sucking me off."

"Yes."

He brings his mouth to my ear. "What else, baby?"

"Why are you calling me that?"

"Cause it makes you whimper." He pushes my underwear aside and teases my sex with his finger.

"I don't care. Stop calling me that."

He just barely nods. It's not much of an agreement but it's something. It's enough.

Pete slides a finger inside me and takes my earlobe between my teeth. "Where else do you want my cock?"

My tongue is sticky. I can barely draw a breath through my nose. "Miles is coming back."

"I don't care if Miles sees. Do you?"

At the moment, no. Not even a little. In fact, I like the idea of getting caught. It makes me feel dirty.

I shake my head.

"Where do you want my cock?" He slides his finger further inside me. "Here?"

I whimper a yes.

He takes his other hand and brings it to my ass, over my panties. "Here?"

The cotton fabric presses against my entrance.

My body shudders. I do. I never thought I would, but I do. I nod. "Later."

"You think I'm a tease now?" He nips at my ear. "You have no fucking idea how badly I can tease you."

"What are you trying to prove?" I groan as he slides a finger inside me.

"This isn't about proving shit." He stares into my eyes. "I want to watch you come."

"But..."

But he's so much more aggressive than usual. He must be proving something.

I have no idea what it is. But he does. It's there, in the determined expression in his deep brown eyes.

"You want to come, baby?" he asks.

"Pete, why do you keep calling me that?"

"Didn't think about it."

"Well, stop it. Please. If you say it again, I'm done. I don't want to hear the word baby, unless it's followed by
I love you and not just pretend
."

"You want to come, Jess?" he corrects himself.

My heart pangs. I don't feel any better. I only crave the word in my ears again. It doesn't have to be
baby
. Any term of endearment will do.

He slides another finger inside me.

I dig my hands into his shoulder. "Yes."

Right now, this is the only way I can have him.

He's not gentle today. He fucks me with his fingers. His other hand goes to the back of my head and he pulls me into a deep kiss.

His tongue slides around mine. He tastes fucking good.

His hand goes to my dress. He pushes the straps off my shoulders. A few flicks of his wrist and my bra is on the couch.

"Miles is gonna see," I groan. But I'm not really objecting. It makes me hotter, knowing we might get caught.

He presses his thumb against my clit. "You want me to stop, baby?"

Again, my heart pangs. No, no, no. I can't take this anymore. Even if it means I'll be achy and desperate all day. "I asked you not to call me that. Take it back or get the fuck off me."

"You're on me." He pulls his hand to his side.

"Take it back or tell me you mean it, that you really want me to be yours."

His brow knits. His eyes fill with confusion.

For once, he's tongue tied.

I push myself off Pete. It's not fair, having your heart and your body at war. I'm still aching with desire. He's on the couch, hard, his hand wet from me.

I take a step backwards. "Stop teasing, Pete. You know how I feel about you. You're being cruel."

His expression darkens as he turns to the other side of the room. "Yeah."

Yeah?

That's it?

He pushes himself off the couch.

What the fuck? That's not a response.

I take a deep breath. "Why? Why do you keep calling me that?"

He shakes his head and marches off towards the bathroom.

I search the ground floor for another bathroom. There—it's opposite the kitchen. I lock myself in it and I stay busy washing my hands.

This is a whole new level of mixed messages.

He was right. I had no fucking idea how badly he could tease me.

––––––––

W
hen I return to the main room, Miles and Pete are back at the bench.

Miles shakes his head. "That was embarrassingly fast. You're better than that. I've heard you go for half an hour. A whole hour once." He looks at me. "Was a sight, well, a sound to behold."

I clear my throat. "The way you're phrasing that suggests that you were trying to catch us."

"Why would I do something like that?" Miles feigns innocence.

Pete can't muster up the enthusiasm to banter back. He shrugs.

Miles looks between us. His expression shifts, an acknowledgment of the tension in the room. He doesn't mention it. Just pulls his guitar into his lap.

"How about
No Way in Hell
?" he asks.

"That the only song you know acoustic?" Pete teases, but his heart isn't in it.

"When you have a voice this beautiful, you don't need to know anything." He slides a guitar pick between his teeth and spends a moment tuning. "You doing it Pete Steele style or Miles Webb style?"

"I'm a poor imitation," Pete says.

"It's a pretty good imitation."

Pete chuckles, shifting out of his bad mood. "You pretend you hate it."

"At first, I did hate it. But after Drew punched Tom... that warmed my heart."

"First time he punched someone besides you."

"Someone in the band, yeah." Miles laughs. "You really did instigate that one. All that shit about love being worth it and you wanting him to be happy."

"Getting at something?" Pete asks.

"No. Like Drew says, gotta entertain myself somehow when my girl is working." He pulls his shirt down his chest. "You can't pull off the imitation without the hot tattoos. You can admit you're jealous." Miles points to a tattoo of a rose covered in thorns. "Can't beat this."

I nod my agreement. "You can't." Pete's is better, but I'm still pissed and needy. I'm not admitting anything. And I am making this difficult. "Though I am fond of Pete's thigh tattoo. I'm lucky I get some insight into what he's been through."

"Jess—" Pete's eyes narrow.

"Plus, I get an up close and personal view when I suck him off."

Miles clears his throat. "As much as I prefer you dirty talking to Pete dirty talking, I'm gonna clear the room next time either of you goes there."

"You jealous?" Pete asks.

"No offense, Jess—you're a beautiful woman. Back in the day, I would have thrown you on the bed and made you come three times. But, no, I can't even think about other women anymore. Not even if I try."

"Think that counts as dirty talk," Pete says. "Gonna clear the floor?"

Miles looks from Pete to me. "If you guys need another fifteen minutes."

"No. It's fine." Pete's gaze goes to the piano.

"Whatever it is, I won't tell Tom." Miles pushes himself off the bench. "It's not my place but—"

Pete scowls. "You're right. It's not."

"You can be pissed if you want. Anybody would be pissed three months after their girlfriend of six years betrayed their trust. Would ask himself how he didn't see the fucking signs."

"Can we get on with this?"

The aloofness falls off Miles's face. "You're not yourself lately."

Pete huffs. "Play the God damn song."

Miles looks to me as if he's asking my permission. It's sweet that he's concerned about my well being. At least someone is.

My body and heart are still at war. As pissed as I am about Pete's mixed signals, I really, really want to hear him sing.

I nod. "Please play the song."

Miles shakes his head like he finds this a bad idea. Still, he positions his limbs. "Show must go on." He strums the guitar.

The acoustic version of the song fills the room. I press my hands into my thighs as I watch Miles's hands move.

Then Pete starts singing and I can't feel anything but his voice.

I've heard this song a million times. It played on the radio, every single hour, for months. It was inescapable.

But I never heard it like this.

The words sound so different on Pete's lips. There's a certain relief to them when Miles sings it, like he's embracing falling in love even though he's scared of it. But Pete sings with pure resistance.

Morning now and I can't think

of anything but her laugh, he cries

the sound she makes when I sink

my teeth/oh wow, those details

are mine to keep/ but she's not

And suddenly I want-

Oh hell no

This can't be

No way I, no way she

anyone else, maybe

but not me

I don't do this kind of thing

My heart pounds against my chest. His voice is dripping with pain. No wonder he's running at the speed of light. He doesn't want to fall in love again.

He's not being cruel on purpose.

But that doesn't make it any more excusable.

When they're finished I offer a small clap. "That was beautiful. Thank you." I scoop my books into my hands and keep my eyes anywhere but Pete's. "But I really should finish this assignment."

"There's a desk in the guest room." Miles sets the guitar down. "I'll show you."

"Thanks."

I can feel Pete staring at us as Miles leads me up the stairs. He takes me to a large room with colorful decoration and a wide desk and explains all the bits and pieces of it.

He lingers in the door for a minute. "Want me to talk to him?"

"You strike me as the kind of guy who will do whatever you feel like doing, no matter what I say."

"Fair point. Do you?"

"You think it's a good idea?"

Miles nods. "Something is wrong. Pete's always been the steadiest guy in the band. I keep pretty cool. Not so much back in the day. But now, I can take shit in stride. Tom and Drew—they fly off the handle like that." Miles snaps.

"You push their buttons."

He smiles. "Me? No."

"You enjoy it."

He nods. "Teasing is great when everyone is on board. When they're not—" He cocks a brow. "What the hell happened? You still look needy."

"I barely know you," I say. "I'm not about to share my relationship problems with you." That's already too much.

"I can give him a verbal lashing about being a cunt-tease."

"No. I'm the one who stopped him." I bite my lip. "It's complicated."

"He does care about you. Whatever is going on. He does."

"What do you mean?"

"Details don't add up. I don't care. Whatever you're trying to prove, whoever you're trying to prove it to, it's not my place to get in the way."

Miles knows we're full of shit.

I swallow hard. I'm not going to convince him otherwise. The best I can hope for is a poker face.

"I'm not gonna let him fuck this up. He cares about you. Make him realize that."

"How do you know?" I ask.

"Known the man since he was thirteen. I can see past the bullshit. Tom... he's gonna see that you're pretending. Pete's real good at convincing everyone he doesn't need help. I get it cause I'm the same way."

"Is it that obvious?" I ask.

"No. Aiden said something. Doubt anyone else picked up on it. Especially given how Drew and Tom were bickering." Miles shifts his weight. "I remember how it felt, losing the only family I had left. I never thought I'd breathe again." He pulls down his shirt and points to a tattoo that says
be brave, live
. "My uncle. He was a great guy. I spiraled out of control a lot worse than Pete did. Was lucky I had people who cared about me when I hit bottom."

"I'm sorry. I'm not following."

"He told you about his tattoo?"

I nod.

"He's never told anyone about that."

"How do you know?"

"Heard him and Cindy screaming enough times to know. They fought like cats and dogs. But I get it. Sometimes, you hold onto something so long that you don't know how to let go."

The sun pokes through the window. It casts orange light over the room. It's almost evening. Already.

I can't stomach talking about this anymore. I set my laptop on the desk. "I'm going to study now. Are you going to talk to him?"

"Only about the song."

"Oh. Good."

"Mmm." He steps into the hallway. "Maybe a word about being a tease. That's no good."

My laugh diffuses the tension in my back.

Miles nods a goodbye. I settle into the desk with my assignment. But once the piano music floats into my ears, I can't concentrate for shit.

***

It takes hours to get through my assignment. When I finish, I hide under the pink comforter with my Kindle and a soapy YA romance. Ah, life really was so much simpler before sex complicated everything.

It wasn't better, but writing off boys made it simpler.

High school was awful. Between acing my classes, serving as editor of the school paper, and taking care of Dad and Madison, I had no free time. College offered a little more freedom, a little more time, but mostly I filled it with worry. And with Nathan.

It's late when someone finally knocks on the door. The handle turns and Pete steps into the room. The light from the moon casts highlights over his face. It's not fair how beautiful he is. It makes it harder to resist him.

"We should go," he says.

No apology. Not even a word about his ruthless teasing.

I turn my back to him. "I don't want to go."

"We're overstaying our welcome."

"Then you go." I hug my chest. It takes great effort to keep my voice strong and steady. "I'll ask Miles if he minds me spending the night."

Pete takes steps towards me. The weight on the bed shifts as he sits next to me.

His fingers graze my neck then they're back at his sides. "I'm not leaving you here alone."