Rock n Roll Promises (YAE) (Rock n Roll Paraphantasy Series)

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Rock n Roll Promises
Book 1
YA Edition
Rock n Roll Paraphantasy Series
By AmBear Shellea

Editor Tabitha Short
Cover artist Airicka Phoenix
Copyright 2013 © AmBear Shellea
Chapter 1

This is nice.
A soft glow illuminated the room due to the
sporadically lit candles. The flame light bounced off
the curtains framing the bed. She noticed the walls
were a deep maroon color until halfway down then
they were a beige color beneath white trim. The
cream carpet was plush and added softness to the
area. The bedroom was small but perfect for the
task.
Her silk teddy moved easily upon her frame as
she walked to the bed.
Big and comfy!
The black sheets felt like silk against her body as
she crawled on her hands and knees to the big plush
pillows at the end of the bed. Her long, brown curls
played around her shoulders when she moved. They
were as soft as the sheets beneath her. Her nerves
pricked at her skin and her pulse raced when she
heard his footsteps down the hall.
Now or never. Here he comes and a promise is a
promise.
Her heart raced in anticipation
.
The big fluffy
clouds of white cotton shook slightly in her nervous
grasp as she snatched them up and stacked them
against the headboard. She rolled onto her back and
posed playfully upon the pillows. She wore exactly
what he had asked for: the dark red and black teddy.
Her cleavage sat mounded high upon her chest,
barely covered with the satiny fabric. Under her
bust line, the fabric cinched together in a laced
pattern and ran all the way down her stomach,
making a V-shape between her thighs. Black
stockings covered her legs up to mid-thigh and
fastened to a black garter belt.
I hope he likes my heels. I think they set the
outfit off nicely. Oh, how I love six inch spikes!
With
her left hand above her head and the right one on
her inner thigh, she waited for the door to open.
I hope this is over quickly. I know I can handle
this, but I would definitely be happier to endure less
of him.
The creaking sounds of the opening door
filled the room.
Thank God, he is ready. Finally!
The door swung wide and there he stood, tall,
buff and fresh out of the shower.
Oh, la la! This might not be so bad after all. His
clothes hid the sexy beneath them.
He was but a few
heartbeats away. With her eyes fully focused, she
traced his frame. Shadows cast by candlelight
played upon his tanned skin. His broad shoulders
moved his muscled arms slightly as he walked
closer. Streams of water ran from his dark black hair
down his sculpted chest and slid the length of his
frame, down his stomach, flexing his tight abs as he
moved. Strong hips and toned legs carried him to
the end of the bed. His clean, shaved face was
smooth and it softened his hard features.
Chocolate mousse eyes...gorgeous. Bad boy all
the way. His body is so hot, I bet I could fry eggs on
those abs.

“I have waited a long time for this, Anna.”

 

“Let’s get this over with, already. I hope you
don’t plan to bore me the whole time.”

He can never know how much I have always
wanted this. Ugh. My stomach is now in knots. I
can do this, just focus on his body, that should help.
Oh and he looks good. I just want to throw him
down and lick his rock hard stomach.

Small waves of heat caressed her ankles as he
slid her shoes off her feet. Tossing them to the side,
he bent down and delicately kissed each of her toes.
Two small pops echoed through the room when he
opened the clips holding her hose. His coarse hands
felt soft as silk when he placed a hand on each side
of her leg and gently slid her stockings off. Fire
ignited inside her body and caused her heart to beat
faster and her pulse to speed up. She eyed his every
move.

He climbed onto the bed, and slowly crawled
toward her. A shock wave swam down her spine
when he leaned down and kissed small patterns on
her neck.

Oh my God, that feels good.
Hot air from his breath mixed with wet kisses,
coated her cleavage. Will power fading, she
struggled to keep control. His teeth grabbed the
fabric holding the bodice together. She watched as
his eyes rolled toward her face and he smiled. She
jerked a bit when he tugged the laces with his teeth
that held the garment closed. Gently he pulled the
rest of the laces out and slid the garment off, tossing
it on to the floor.
For crying out loud take me already!
Cool air danced across her skin, causing goose
bumps to spread across her body. A lusty smile
crossed his lips before he kissed her.
Oh, minty!

As she kissed him she felt his hand move down
her stomach and back. Her breath escaped her chest
in heavy bursts as a moan passed her lips.

Flames of passion danced within her and swam
through her veins. Ecstasy rippled through her
body, wave after wave. Pleasure bells rang in her
ears and she tingled all over, leaving her light
headed. Her skin was sensitive, and it seemed as if
all the hair on her body swayed in the breeze from
the open window, adding to the excitement. The
sound of his beastly moans filled her ears and let
loose the wild animal she had locked away.

The bed screeched along the floor as she
followed his lead, her tired and sweaty body
crumpled onto the bed. Her head rolled to the side
as she looked at him. She noticed his body
fashioned as much sweat as hers. His eyes were
closed and he rested his hands on his chest as he
tried to catch his breath.

****

Her eyes squinted against the light from the
windows as she flung the covers over her head. She
pushed and shook Jaxson in an attempt to wake
him.

“Wake up, Jaxson! Get up and close those dang
curtains.”

 

“Huh? What is wrong, Anna?”

 

Huddled under the blankets, she placed a hand
on his face and spoke softly.

 

“The curtains…close them.”

“Why? I thought the light didn’t bother you.”
“I won’t fry, if that is what you are referring to,
but it doesn’t mean I’m a morning person. I don’t
like sunlight before I have had my morning coffee.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. How about after I close the
curtains I go make some coffee?”

“That would be nice, thanks.”

Snuggled on her side of the bed, she watched
him move closer and tried to kiss her. She raised her
hand to his mouth with one hand and covered hers
with the other.

“No.”

 

“What? I kissed you last night. Oh, sorry,
morning breath?”

 

“That was last night. You got what you were
promised and yes, partly morning breath.”

“Anna, come on. You don’t expect me to believe
this was all just for some promise. You enjoyed
yourself and you and I both know it.”

“That is beside the point. The answer is still no.”
“Then what was point of last night?”

“We made a deal. I promised you could have this
one night in exchange for your silence.”
“BS, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I have
known your secret for years and I have kept it
without…your promise.”
Rolling over swiftly, she threw the covers off and
marched across the room for her bag, too angry to
notice the bright light. Her heart beat against her
chest, and her breathing got faster. Plush carpet
underfoot and halfway to her bag, she rounded on
him.

“What exactly did you think was going to come
of this? Did you think you were so good I would
just turn to Jell-O and forget all the reasons why this
won’t work?”

“No, I didn’t, and it can work, if you would just
try.”
“How can it work? You know what I am.”

She took a step back as she watched him hurl
himself off the bed and stomp in her direction.
He is sexy when he walks in clothes, but now…
Shaking her head, she dislodged the lustful
thought and focused on the problem. Jaxson! Two
steps closer and she would end up in his arms.
Focus and control.
Turning away from his nakedness, she walked
the remaining distance to her bag in the corner;
dropped to her knees and grabbed her clean clothes.
“Anna, please just listen to me. I know what you
are probably better than you do.”
“Good, then you know vampires can’t have
human mates. Well, not without serious
consequences.”

“You can say that all you want, but it’s not true.
You are not a vampire.”

This was a bad idea. I should have just had
Angus glamour him or something. He is like a dog
with a bone.

Denim sliding against her thighs, she pulled her
pants up and fastened the buttons. She reached for
her bra, put it on and threw on her soft T-shirt. As
she tugged the shirt into place she pulled her hair
from the collar and then looked at him.

“I’m not? Then what am I?” She moved her
hands as she spoke. “Because all this time spent
thinking I was a vamp, whew, that time was wasted.
Thanks for your enlightenment.”

“No need to be snarky, you know what I mean.”

 

“No, I guess I don’t. I thought you understood.”
“In the technical sense you may be a vamp, but
not really. You’re more like a super human.”

 

“So now I’m wonder woman?”

 

“Anna…let me make some coffee and we can sit
and talk. At least give me that.”

 

“Fine, but only because I need coffee…and
music. You have any rock lying around?”
“I have plenty of rock: AC/DC, Heart, and
Metallica, just for you. See, told you I knew you.”

 

“You don’t know me that well! You forgot
Motley Crue and Poison.”

 

‘No, they are actually in the player. I have them
for me—I bought the others for you.”

 

“Oh, so are you going to make coffee naked?”
“Actually I am. I always go around the house
naked unless I have company.”

 

With her hand on her chest she said, “I’m
company.”

“If you can’t handle seeing me naked, just say so
and I will put on some clothes. I wouldn’t want you
to be… uncomfortable.”

Just great! Charming, sexy, and a cute coy
smile…what have I gotten myself into?
She sighed deeply, and with her hand on the
bridge of her nose, she tried to relax. Raising her
head, she glared at him.
“Put some dang clothes on, I’ll make the coffee.
Perve!”

Laughter filled her ears as she strode passed him
and out of the room. Pulling the door shut, she
walked down the hallway in hunt for the kitchen,
coffee and rock music.

I have to find a way to make him see the truth or
I will never be rid of him unless I leave
permanently. I really love it here in Faytown, so
let’s just hope he sees reason.

She stopped briefly in the living room, grabbed
the remote, and clicked the ON button. “Talk Dirty
to Me” by Poison blared through the speakers and
rattled the windows.

Figures it would be that song. He is a perve!

Her feet padded across the carpet as she headed
for the kitchen.
Dang, the tile in this kitchen is cold.
Up on her tiptoes, with her hands on the
doorknobs, she searched the cabinets for filters and
coffee cans. She was focused on finding her fix, so
she didn’t notice the music drop several levels. The
loud clatter of banging cabinets filled the kitchen
when his unexpected voice sounded in her ear and
caused her to jump.
“The coffee and filters are in the pantry.”

With her hand on her chest, heart pounding
against her palm she said, “Jesus, Jaxson, you
scared me. Warn me next time.”

“I thought that turning down the music was
warning enough.”

 

“It probably would have been, if I had been
paying attention.”

“Here, sit down. Let me get it. It will be faster
that way, it is my kitchen and I know where
everything is.”

“Fine.” She walked over and sat on the bar stool.

Her elbows rested on the marble and her fingers
thrummed the counter. She watched him scurry
around the kitchen gathering materials to make
coffee.

He had to put on just PJ pants without a shirt.
What a tease. It’s working. This is going to be battle
I am not sure I will win.

The sound of percolating coffee filled her ears
and she inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet aroma of
fresh, hot goodness.

French Vanilla Blend, he just might know me
after all.
She watched the muscles in his back flex and
move as he reached into the top cabinet and grabbed
two mugs.
And tall coffee mugs, too.
She tried to avoid eye contact when he handed
over her morning fix. Mug in hand, she pressed her
lips and blew the steam from the coffee. She turned
her eyes up and started the conversation.