Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (24 page)

"I don't know," I said. That seemed safe enough. "This is the life I've known for so long that it's hard to imagine any other life, you know?"

She sighed. "I guess I can sympathize with that. You get stuck in a rut and before you know it years have gone by."

I grinned and reached out to hold her other hand. Looked down into her eyes. "What are you talking about? Didn't you just get out of college? You haven't had enough time to have regrets!"

"You don't seem old enough to have many regrets either, you know," she said.

I shrugged. "Fair enough, but you'd be surprised."

"So what would you have done if you didn't become a super famous singer?"

"I don't know," I said. "Music and singing was always sort of my dream, I just didn't expect to get into a situation where I'd be the front man for an international pop sensation!"

She grinned. "Well you're certainly modest, but seriously. If it wasn't for the whole superstar thing, what would you be doing?"

More questions when all I wanted to do was sweep her off her feet and have my way with her right here. My cock was screaming in frustration. I was so close to her. Close enough that I would just have to take another step forward and I’d feel her delicious body against mine. But I resisted my more animalistic urges and gave her question serious consideration. And finally I shrugged and grinned.

"Can you keep a secret?"

“That depends. What kind of secret are we talking about? Who killed Kennedy?"

I laughed. "No. Just the secret of what I'd probably be doing if it hadn't been for the whole pop star thing. I've never told anybody. Not even those stupid magazines. Made all the stuff I told them up on the spot."

“Interesting,” Mia purred. “Kayla would be very disappointed to hear that. She memorized all that bullshit.”

She moved forward and then there it was. She was pressing against me. Pressing against my cock. Oh fuck. God she felt so incredible. I could feel my hard on moving up between us. Pressing against her stomach. There was no way she wasn't feeling the incredible effect she was having on my body.

She stared up at me, her eyes lidded, her mouth open ever so slightly. There was pure sex in her eyes, and it was turning me on so much. I wanted to take her now, only that probably wouldn't be a good idea. No, this location was entirely too public. Entirely too exposed.

All it would take was one person with a camera and our little tryst would be on the front of every gossip site in the world. It didn't matter that most of those gossip sites considered me to be a has-been, even with the most recent tour. No, all they’d care about was someone who was marginally famous once upon a time was caught doing something salacious in public and got caught on camera.

Such was my life.

"Fine," she said. "I think I could keep a secret."

"Band teacher," I said.

She blinked. And then she started giggling. "What?"

"I always wanted to be a band teacher. You know, going to marching competitions, all that stuff? Maybe it's because it was right around that time in my life that I was plucked out of the normal world and into… you know, but for whatever reason I always felt safe and secure thinking back to those days. And I'd want to help give a similar experience to other kids."

She searched my eyes for a moment and grinned. "You're serious."

"Totally," I said. "I've never told anyone about that though. You're the first."

And then she surprised me. She leaned up on her tiptoes, causing her breasts to brush against me. Her lips brushed against mine. It was a brief kiss, but it was hotter than any make out session.

Okay, so maybe that wasn’t entirely correct. It was hotter than, say, a makeout session I'd had with other girls. She definitely put to shame anything I'd ever had with the string of groupies I'd been with over the years.

"Damn," I said.

"Damn yourself," she said.

And in that moment I realized something. I realized that I was absolutely right in thinking the guys who settled down were absolutely right and I was absolutely wrong. All those years of chasing random girls, and what I really needed was this.Someone I could share my life with. Someone I felt comfortable enough to share my secrets with. Not someone who was a just a random one night stand, no matter how much fun those had been.

Mia stared up at me and I was really feeling the moment as we were lost in one another’s eyes. She blinked and the moment wavered. A smile started to cross her face. That quickly turned into a huge grin. Then she was laughing, shaking her head, and the moment was gone completely.

"What?" I asked.

She reached up and wiped a tear from her eye. "I'm sorry," she said. "That's just so ridiculous!"

"Hey! I was pretty good at the drums before I left high school band to become an international pop sensation!"

She fixed her eyes on mine. "You were really in band?"

"What can I say? Music has always been my thing. How else d’you think I got these broad shoulders? Those drums aren't light when you're marching you know."

She shook her head again and started giggling. "Grant Thompson, band geek. I can't believe it."

I shrugged. "Look at any of our biographies. You might be able to still find a couple of dusty books in the back of some forgotten county library somewhere where they don’t have a budget to replace books more than every twenty years."

"I might do that," she said. "I’ll look for you next to the biography of the Beatles. Do they have pictures of you in your band geek get up? Because I'd really like to see that!"

"Hell, you don't even have to go for the books for that. You can probably just find it online if you do a search. I know there was a site about twelve years ago that dug those pictures up and had a field day with it."

"Well that’s nice to know at least," she said.

"What's that?"

Mia pulled her hands away from mine and started walking again. I paused for a second to admire the view as she moved in that dress before I went to follow her. She looked up at me again. "At least if you were in high school band I know music really had to be in your heart. That you weren't doing it for the checks or the girls or anything like that."

I raised my eyebrows. Now probably wasn’t the best time to mention that the paychecks and the girls certainly hadn’t hurt once I really got into the swing of things with Twenty Promises. Better to say something a little safer.

"You'd be surprised. Band girls could get pretty freaky!"

Okay, so maybe that wasn’t the best response. That still made it sound like I was all about bedding girls and I was throwing my former fellow band geeks under the bus. I’d had some pretty fun times in the back of a bus on the way back from band trips before Twenty Promises pulled me out of high school prematurely.

"Oh trust me I know," she said. "I may or may not have been in band myself."

Both of my eyebrows went up at that. I grinned as I took her arm and mine and we continued walking along. "Really now? And what did you play? Clarinet? Flute?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out if you're a good boy," she said. "But I can at least back up your assertion about how crazy band girls could get."

I mulled that over and thought about some of the good times I’d had, though it had never been with a girl as gorgeous as Mia. That was just sending new thoughts running through my head. "So you're a band girl…"

It was one hell of an oblique way to get at the question I'd been wondering all night long. Everything had gone so well, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about last night. That had been some of the best goddamned sex of my life! And I was very much hoping for a repeat performance, but had no idea if there was a chance in hell of it happening considering how she felt about me. Considering how she felt about my profession.

"You're right, you know," Mia said.

"I am?"

"Us band girls could get pretty wild. You might even be able to find out for yourself just how wild we can get if you can manage to swing a hotel room tonight."

I grinned and took her by the arm, practically dragging her back up to the road to get a cab. How hard could it be to get a hotel room downtown this time of night? Especially with the kind of money I could throw around?

I’d pay whatever it took. I needed to have Mia and I needed to have her now. And I needed to have her before she realized how crazy she was acting and decided to pull another disappearing act!

25: Room For the Night

"Damn!" I said as we stepped into the room. Though it wasn't entirely fair to call this a room. No, it was definitely more like a suite.

"What can I say? I've gotten used to traveling first-class."

"You're damn right about that!" I said.

This place looked like it was bigger than my apartment! And when I say it was bigger than my apartment I’m talking it was bigger than the whole apartment including Kayla’s half. Not just my room. Talk about nice digs!

And now that we were here I suddenly felt nervous. I suddenly felt unsure of myself. I’d been so crazy, so caught up in the moment down there on the canal. Now that I was up here in a room with Grant, now that we were so close to fulfilling the unspoken promise stemming from our not-so-subtle flirtation, I was unsure of myself.

Doubts came roaring back. What could a guy like him possibly want with a girl like me? What if this was just a one night stand? What if all the things he'd said had been part of an act? Part of the game he played to seduce women? I had no way of knowing.

I took a deep breath as he moved behind me. As his arms wrapped around my stomach. As I felt his cock nestling between my ass cheeks and I felt an electric thrill run from that rock hard spot through to the rest of my body. My hair was standing on end. It was as though I was hyper aware of everything around me. I was particularly hyper aware of his cock subtly grinding against me.

No. I wasn't going to do this. I wasn't going to act like a nut. I was going to enjoy tonight. I was going to forget myself, forget what he was, and have fun.

I leaned back against his chest. I took in a deep breath. A breath that was filled with the oddly antiseptic smell of a hotel room that had been cleaned recently. That was filled with the smell of his cologne. That was filled with the smell of him.

I turned around and looked up at him. Put a hand on his chiseled chest. Took another deep breath.

"So…" I said.

I couldn't help myself. Some of that hesitation crept into my voice. Only it looked like there was no hesitation with Grant. No, now that he had me in his clutches he was ready to go.

With a growl he lifted me up and I let out a delighted squeal. I wrapped my legs around him as he lifted me with his strong hands. Hands that ran down my back to my ass where he held me up. Where suddenly it was my pussy that was grinding against his rock hard cock rather than my ass. I felt like I was about to pass out from the sheer pleasure. From the sheer naughtiness.

Here I was, the accidental groupie coming back for round two. And it felt fucking incredible!

Grant’s mouth descended on mine and it was like fire. He was so insistent. There was a need there. There was pure lust running from his body into mine as his tongue thrust into my mouth. As he took complete control. As I sighed and melted against him, my rock hard nipples pressing against his rock hard chest while my body sang a song of pleasure as every inch of my body molded against every inch of his.

We hung there suspended for what seemed like an eternity. His tongue exploring my mouth. Filling me in a way that carried the promise of another completely different way that he was going to be filling me later. Though hopefully not too much later. I was so worked up, so turned on, that what I needed more than anything right now was him inside me. I needed a repeat of last night's incredible performance!

Only that moment of making out, suspended in mid air, didn't last for long even as time seemed to compress. No, I felt a rush as he let go. As I went flying back. There was a moment of panic where I squeezed my legs shut to try and keep from falling back on my ass by clenching my legs around his torso.

Only of course I didn't fall back onto the floor. Of course he wasn't letting go and throwing me to the ground. No, I'd only been flying through the air for a couple of seconds before I hit something big. Something fluffy. Something luxurious and comfortable.

This felt nice. It was like lying back on a cloud. And as I looked up to Grant who was towering over me, well let's just say that it was adding to the already luxurious feel of the place.

It was actually a little weird. As I looked up at him I realized I was getting the same experience I'd gotten the night before at the concert. The full star experience. Only now I was getting that view of him without the music blaring around him. Without the lights creating a halo effect. No, this was all him. He was giving off a thousand watts of sexiness without needing any music or lighting backing him up.

I was looking up at him and suddenly I was seeing him with the same eyes Kayla would see him with. I was seeing him with the same eyes as a fan. I was looking up at him and seeing the man, but also the star. It was a singularly disorienting experience considering how long I’d spent hating Twenty Promises, but it was nice at the same time.