Rebel Rockstar (29 page)

I take her in my arms. She keeps talking, her words muffled by her mouth against my shirt. I can still hear her, her voice breaking.

“My father died two years ago,” she says. “I had just turned nineteen… You weren’t there.”

And I feel horrible. I tell her everything about the contract, and she sits there, nodding. I feel her tears start to subside. I run a hand through her hair, needing to comfort her. She takes it in hers, holding my hand against her chest. Now isn’t the time but I want her, and her breast on my hand isn’t doing much to help… I squeeze.

She gasps, shaking her head. “Wait, I need to tell you,” she whispers, her voice shaky. I move another hand to her chest, feeling both her breasts and squeezing them, pulling the fabric up and moving her bra aside so I can tweak her nipples while she trembles against me.

“Dawn’s yours,” she finally gets it out.

And I know. I knew all along.

I move my body, adjusting myself so I’m on top of her, my knee between her legs as I push them open for me. I drop my hands to her sides, then to her trousers, pushing into her panties as I press two fingers inside her…

“Faith,” I kiss her, needing to comfort her with touch. Not words. “Don’t talk.”

She whimpers when I touch her, whispering my name.

I should be pissed.

I should be angry as hell she neglected to tell me I was a father, but all I can muster up is love for this woman. She was only a girl when she carried my baby, carried and raised my child all by herself. And I’ll never fucking forgive myself for leaving her when she needed me most.

“I signed that goddamned contract,” I tell her. “I never would have left had I know you’d gotten pregnant… I tried so damn hard to get you back Faith.”

“I know,” she says, her words a whisper on the wind. She moans, my fingers still lodged inside her pussy.

“You’re so wet, Faith,” I groan. “So fucking wet for me, still, after all these years…”

A shrill scream interrupts us, and we spring apart, my fingers leaving her pussy even though I’m desperate to push something bigger inside her.

We rush towards the sound of the voice only to find Sabrina sprawled on the floor.

“Fuck,” she grins through her pain. “Caught red handed.”

“Sabrina!” Faith says with horror in her voice, crouching next to her on the floor. “Are you okay? What the hell are you doing?”

“Kind of spying on you. Don’t worry, Dawn’s safe and sound in bed… I only left for a moment,” her friend admits, wincing when Faith touches her ankle. “Fuck, I think I sprained something.”

I’m half tempted to tell her it serves her right for following us around, but I just sigh and pick her up from the floor. “Come on, you big baby,” I tell her. “Let’s go to the nurse.”

Faith follows behind us with an amused look on her face.

T
he time
on the cruise passed too fast, but we still have time left. I longed to be with River the entire time we were on the ship. We hadn’t seen much of Becky or Jason, and they weren’t even on my mind – some sort of magic at work, I was sure.

Everything was wonderful, but frustrating at the same time…

River’s hands roamed my body plenty of times, but he never did anything else. I moan under my breath, looking at him to the side of me before moving my gaze to the villa we’d rented.

We were in Greece. And if I didn’t have my family, the villa in front of me might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s huge and white, towering over a Greek landscape. The virgin sands around us have our footprints in them, like the beach is keeping track of this memory so I don’t have to. I want to, though, so I stumble for the phone deep in my bag, almost dropping my daughter’s hand.

River stops me.

“I’ve got it,” he says. He takes my bag from me, searching through the contents and taking my phone out. I don’t know why I even put it in the bottom of the bag in the first place, it was obviously a horrible idea. I worry River thinks I’m silly for it, so I blush like I’m an anxious seventeen-year-old again.

He just smiles at me. I motion for my bag back, but he just shakes his head with that telltale smirk and then throws it over his shoulder with all the other bags he’s carrying. He insists on doing it for me.

I don’t know why I ever refused to see him.

I should have answered his calls. He would have seen me, and he would have been there for Dawn’s birth, and we would have been together longer.

We’re together now, though.

And that’s all that matters.

“Grin, why don’t you,” he says, holding the phone up to take a picture of me. I motion for him to wait with one finger, lifting Dawn up in my arms so she’s in the image, too –

And it’s ruined. Sabrina jumps in the way, giggling, trying to do a photo bomb like she’d always wanted to when it was the trendy thing to do, but always unsure of if it made her seem weird to whatever guy she was into at the time.

River shows us the photo, all blurs of smiling faces. I’m going to keep it anyway. I just wish River was in it, instead of hiding behind the camera.

“Hey,” I start to say.

“Race you in,” River says first, and I take the challenge like I did when we were kids and when we still weren’t lovers. I drop Dawn’s hand so she can try to run in the sand with me, and Sabrina tries to run, too, but she can’t do much more than walk awkwardly. She insisted on no crutches, though. We’re all falling.

Somehow, River makes it first, luggage and all.

Damn that man.

I just want to stare at him, smile at him, and tell him I’m never going to let him go. But it doesn’t seem right now. He’s staring back and the world is silent. The moment is perfect.

“I call first room! And no one gets to complain,” Sabrina calls, gesturing to her leg with a hand. “Crippled and all, you know.”

Dawn pipes up, for maybe the first time on this entire trip. She wants to stay with Aunt Sabrina. I’m about to ask if that’s okay with her when my best friend just gives me this knowing look, staring from River to me and back again, and then takes Dawn in her arms.

“Are you sure you can carry her?” I’m holding onto my baby, worried that even she, a small little thing, will make Sabrina’s leg worse. I could give up time with River for my best friend. Not that I want to…

“I’ve got her,” Sabrina grins. “Just make sure you bring my bags to my room.”

“We plan on it,” River says, wrapping his hand around mine and giving me a wink. He used “we” instead of just “I.” I notice it, and wonder if he did it on purpose. He had to… He squeezes my hand, and I squeeze back, living in the moment before he nudges Sabrina gently with his shoulder. “Now go.”

She starts off, but doesn’t get far. She’s slow going, and she’s distracted by the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen. Dawn tugs on her loose sleeve, the dress easy for even her to reach. Sabrina kneels as best she can on the one leg she can balance on, and I smile as I see them whispering in each other’s ears. Dawn gives me a look and stops talking, telling me it’s a secret. I look away, but I’m still listening.

“We’ll play later, Dawn,” she says. “Just give these two some time.”

They both erupt in a fit of giggles, and Dawn tells us we have an hour. We both agree.

The sun is high in the sky and the world is hot, as beautiful as I’ve ever seen it, and I look forward to swimming with everyone, as Dawn doesn’t want me to know she intends. We can find floaties for her somewhere, or River could teach her how to swim… He’s always been better at it than I have.

I sigh. I’m not sure if it’s where we are that’s beautiful, or if it’s who I’m with, but I have an idea of why I’m so happy. He’s standing right next to me.

I turn to River. He dropped all the bags he was holding earlier on the sand around us. I don’t know when he did that, but I don’t really care. He’s all I’m thinking about right now. I wasted three years with Jason instead of just trying to make things right with the man I belong with. I don’t have time to focus on bags.

He takes my other hand in his, holding both of them. He towers above me, so strong and masculine, more of a man than I think I’ve ever seen him, even in all his arrogance.

He is so damn handsome.

And I tell him that.

“I know,” he smirks down at me, releasing one of my hands as he presses his body close to mine. He grabs my chin, making me look up at him. I didn’t notice I was starting to look away from him. His eyes are just so tense. Searching.

What for, I don’t know what.

I just know I need to kiss him.

I rise up on my tiptoes, searching for his chin when I can’t reach his lips. He drops my other hand, both his hands going to rest on my hips as he picks me up. My legs wrap around his hips and I cling to him, his arms twisting around my body as we kiss. We’re falling again, sand in our hair and on our skin. It’s a mess, and I don’t care, because for the first time in years, everything is right again.

“So,” he turns to me, kissing the corner of my mouth. We’re inside now, and aside from some quick looks around, all our focus has been on each other. His hand drags down my cheek to my neck; he really likes doing that. “You think you can handle sharing a room with me? Are you ready for it?”

“Never readier,” I respond, pushing the door to our room open before he can. We have two weeks here, and our living space is…

“Not as gorgeous as you,” River says with a laugh. “But yeah, it’s pretty.”

I’m laughing aloud again. I can’t help it.

We have a huge bed, adorned in sheets of white. It has four poles that lead to some type of drape above it, which surrounds the entire bed. The room has large windows that let the sky in, and I just know that light will be perfect to see each other by in the early morning. A little to the side of the bed and across from it is a door leading out to the beach, perfect for midnight strolls by the water.

I wonder if he’ll take me on the beach…

We both raise our eyes to each other at the same time, realizing that both of us had been looking at the bed. It’s so perfect and untouched, and River and I haven’t been together in so long. We collapse into each other again, our hands roaming each other’s bodies like we’d wanted to on the beach, but kept ourselves from. Clothing falls to the floor and we surrender ourselves in wet kisses, somehow making it to the bed without tripping.

“Mhm,” he growls, touching me. He pauses, his hand on my chest. “Are you going to tell Dawn?”

“Yes,” I mumble against his lips, pulling him back to me. We’re kissing again, his touch no longer uncertain; my answer solidifying what should have been obvious:

I am his.

Our future is together.

For the second time, I’m helping him get his clothes off, and he’s helping me with the same. For the second time, he’s on top of me.

“I love you,” he stops kissing me to say what we both already know. I close my eyes, my hand moving to his lower back as I push him closer to me, needing him now. The words leave my lips softly as we become one, his manhood pushing into me as I open for him.

I felt like we could never be right for each other before.

I was so, so wrong.

M
y phone is buzzing
in my pocket again, and I forget why I always bring that shit with me. It’s annoying, even on “vibrate.” I look at Dawn and Faith.

It’s work.

Fuck.

Coach keeps bugging me, telling me to get the fuck back to the ring. To where I belong. But
this
is where I belong.

I look up at Faith and Dawn – their arms are out as they stumble, trying to keep balance on the logs they’re walking on. This beach is clear and beautiful, but the sea has brought trees here. I don’t mind. They’re smiling and happy, and that’s all that matters.

I unlock my phone and glance at the texts briefly. Seven missed calls. I ignore them all. I have a match coming up, apparently. I always have matches coming up. I don’t care.

“River!” I put my phone back in my shorts – I should have left it in the villa – and look up to see my beautiful daughter smiling at me. She starts trying to jump down from the log she’s on; it’s only about two or three feet up, but she’s so small I worry she’s going to hurt herself.

I jog across the sand – I’m only a short distance away from her anyway - and throw my arms out to catch her as she tosses her small body to me. I catch her. She giggles again.

I’ve never been much for the sound of children’s laughter, but hers is beautiful. I grin at her, raising a hand and waving to Faith when I see her looking at me. She comes over, smiling. None of us says a word.

My phone beeps. It vibrates way too loudly, so I set it to beep. That was clearly the wrong thing to do.

Faith looks at me, trying to raise an eyebrow like I do. She can’t do it. It’s too hard for her. It’s cute, though. So I just raise one back at her – mocking her inability to do something so simple, although it’s adorable that she can’t – and raise my phone in the air so she can see it, then put it back in my pocket.

Again.

“Who was that?” Faith walks up to me, smiling, and she throws her arms around my chest. She nuzzles her head against my chest and I press my chin down against the top of her head. My arms go under hers, holding her close to me. I drop a hand to grab Dawn’s though, and she coos – I could never forget her.

She wasn’t in my life for three years. Faith wasn’t, either… But I was searching for her. I never knew about Dawn. I’m not going to let either of them go. Ever.

“No one,” I kiss her forehead, and drop my other arm from around her so I can hold her hand too. I like that I’m taller than she is. It makes it impossible for her to see the look on my face, especially since I’ve moved her so she can’t look up to see my face.

“Now,” I pull away from them both and flash a grin, making my daughter giggle again. Faith just rolls her eyes, bumping against my shoulder with her shoulder in her pretend agitation.

“Hey,” I bump her back and make eye contact with Dawn. “I thought we were going swimming.”

Dawn squeals, and the phone call is forgotten.

For now, anyway.

* * *

M
y toes dig
deep into the sand and I’m thinking about throwing my phone into the water, never to see it again. Christ’s sake. Coach keeps calling and I keep ignoring him. It’s not like it matters…

But it does.

Faith grabs my hand, smiling at me and initiating contact before I can.

“Hey,” I grab her hand, tighter, pulling her entire body to me. We’re sitting on a bench, no longer on the beach together. All three of us have wet skin – we just threw our clothing on over our swimsuits, and the people who sit on the bench after us probably aren’t going to be too happy. I don’t care. It’s too beautiful anyway, there shouldn’t be a bench here.

“That’s my job,” I say, squeezing her hand and reminding her that I’m always the one to go after her first, even when she pushes me away.

“Beg to differ,” she says, but her voice is quiet and her lips turn up into that small smile that tell me she’ll obey me, even if she tries to pretend otherwise, for a little while. Dawn scoots herself over from the left of Faith, pulling herself up and then crashing like a whale so she lands sprawled across both of our laps.

“Ouch,” I feign pain, and they both laugh. Maybe if I keep up the humor, neither of them will notice anything is wrong. But Dawn turns her head to me and starts tugging at my sleeve, and all the comments I’ve heard about children knowing flash through my head…

“Let’s get some ice cream,” I change the subject.

“Is there ice cream this far out in Santorini?” Faith’s eyebrows crinkle and she looks at me, wondering where I’m going with this. I just shrug as Dawn squeals, knowing that there’s a few things people love and ice cream is universally one of them. Usually. I wonder if Dawn’s favorite is strawberry, like Faith’s was when we were kids. I wonder if Faith’s favorite is still strawberry and if she still hates chocolate with a passion.

“Probably,” I grab Dawn off of my lap and carry her, looking at Faith for a second before I grab her too and throw her over my shoulder. It’s only a minute walk into town, anyway, we’ll be able to make it. And based on the way Faith throws her hands against my back, I know she loves it.

If only this could last forever…

* * *

W
hen we get back
to the villa, it’s late. We pass off Dawn to Sabrina – she’s sleepy falling into her arms, making Sabrina dip down, but at least Sabrina’s leg is getting better – and then walk up the stairs to our bed. Faith is tired, too, her arms reaching out to me in her desperation for cuddles.

“Today was beautiful,” she smiles at me, her eyes closing as she stretches her body across the bed. She’s gorgeous and I want nothing more than to collapse on top of her and feel her body mold with mine. I lean over the side of the bed towards her body, moving myself so that my chest just lightly brushes against hers but I’m still away from her – not on top of her.

Unfortunately.

“It was.” It’s true. I kiss her forehead, smiling at her, but her eyebrows crinkle again like they had earlier.

“You were distant all day, River.” Her hands bunch together in my shirt and she reaches for me, trying to pull me close to her. I can’t let her. I take my hands and place them on her shoulders, keeping her away from me. I’m stronger than her – it’s no challenge.

“I know, baby, I’ll make it up to you,” I rub her shoulder lightly and wink at her, telling her that it’ll all be okay. “I promise.”

I can’t leave her right now, though. I fall towards her so that my chest is on top of hers and I meet her lips with mine, giving her a deep, sweet kiss that’s full of promises of things to come and that tells her I’ll stay with her. From the way she’s looking at me, I can tell she thought I was going to leave.

That will never happen.

Ever.

“What’s going on?” She opens her eyes again, this time putting both of her hands in my hair as her fingers rake over my scalp. I feel a shiver through my spine and my cock hardens, and all I can think about is taking her now…

But I can’t.

It twitches, and she notices. She’s stripped down from her swimsuit and changed quickly, lying in her bra and underwear under the sheets beneath me. I’m still in my shorts, long-since-dry but clinging to my body from how wet they were after being in the ocean for hours.

“River…” She bites her lip, her voice lower and dropping so quiet that I have to strain to hear it. She wants to know what’s wrong with me, but she wants my cock. Desperately. I know she does, just like I want her pussy.

I growl, grabbing both of her arms and turning her body so that I hold them behind her back. I take another hand and push her head gently to the pillow, not smothering her face like I would be if I was fucking my anger out on her – not that I’m angry right now, but, goddamnit, coach needs to just stop bothering me – but leaving it so that it’s almost like she’s sleeping. Peaceful.

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” I nip at her neck, kissing her lightly and biting against her skin. Comforting her, but letting her know what I want…

“I’m wet. Not like you,” I tease her, pulling myself away from her body as she trembles beneath me. “I need to go change.”

“Okay,” she says, and I think she would nod if her head weren’t pressed against the pillow as I’d left it. She doesn’t move it from where I placed her, and I like that.

But not as much as I love her.

I get up, acting like I’m turning the corner of our room to go to the walk-in closet just down the hall. There’s a closet in that room, too, but I let Faith stick all of her stuff in there so she wouldn’t have to get up and move like I do, and I don’t mind. In fact, it’s working in my favor right now. I don’t feel the best about sneaking behind her back like this, but it’s not like I’m cheating.

I walk down the stairs as quietly as I can and sneak out the door, pulling out my phone to finally listen to the voicemails – nine of them now – from Coach Daniels.