Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance (5 page)

“We can have dinner…” her voice trailed
away.

Gage was lying back on the pillows, his arms
crossed behind his head, the sheet trailing across his hips, far
too sexy with his dark hair messy against the white pillows. She
looked long and hard at his beautiful tanned body. Gage sifted
slightly, his hips moving beneath the sheet, the outline of a not
so subtle erection clearly visible beneath the linen.

“I want you to stay, Kate. Come back to bed;
let me make love to you again. Come on baby, one more time.” His
voice was husky, full of sensual promise. As he sat up, the sheet
pooled in his lap, revealing his cock in all its glory.

As if drawn by a magnet, Kate climbed over
the end of the bed, meeting Gage in the middle, pulling her shirt
over her head and tossing it to the floor. His fingers were already
at the front of her jeans, pulling them down her legs. With one
swift movement, he tipped her on her back, sliding her jeans over
her feet.

“You’re not wearing any panties, Kate.
Naughty girl.” He looked down at her, his lips curved in that
devilish smile that took her breath away.

“I couldn’t find them.” She ran her hand
through his dark hair, tangling her fingers in the locks.

“I know where they are. But I’m not telling,
unless you let me make love to you again.” His smile broadened.
“Consider them a hostage.”

Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue
probing, his hands caressing her breasts. Somehow her bra had come
off; she was laying naked beneath him.

And then he was inside her again, his hard
cock sliding easily into her body, filling her completely, moving
in an easy rhythm, the intense heated frenzy of their earlier
sessions replaced by a slow sensuousness. Heat built slowly in
Kate, her body relaxing beneath Gage, working together in a
seamless melding of flesh.

Her orgasm wasn’t accompanied by screams or
moans of pleasure. She felt the pleasure in her body rising,
building steadily as Gage made love to her, his body pressed
against her in a comforting heat and weight. As she came, she
arched against him in silent ecstasy, every nerve in her body
alive, every muscle tensed, her hands clutching the sheets. From a
distance she heard Gage exhale, his breath hot against her neck.
And then she felt him come inside her, his body taut above her for
a moment as his cock pulsed and throbbed insider her, his seed
filling her with warmth.

They relaxed bit by bit, breathing heavily
but still utterly silent. Finally Gage rolled beside her, pulling
her body against his. She curled against him, inhaling his
masculine scent and the scent of their sex. Closing her eyes, she
let herself drift for a moment in the soft current of contentment
that enveloped them.

“Only a minute Gage,” she murmured. “I need
to leave in a minute.” And then she was asleep.

***

“Oh, shit!”

Jarred from a deep sleep by frantic movement
on the bed and Kate’s swearing, Gage sat up, groggy and
confused.

“What’s wrong?” He propped himself up on one
elbow, watching as Kate scurried around the room, getting dressed,
combing her hair with her fingers.

“I’m late! I really need a shower and a
change of clothes, but there’s no time to get all the way back to
my apartment and still be on time. Ursula’s going to kill me after
she fires me.” Kate was hopping on one foot, pulling on her
jeans.

“Calm down, Kate.” Gage sat up, swinging his
legs over the edge of the bed. “Listen…hey, Kate!”

Kate finally stopped struggling with her
clothes, looking over at him with panic in her eyes.

“What? You can’t turn back time, Gage. I’m
screwed here.”

Gage stood, walking toward Kate. “So, listen
to me.” He took her by the shoulders, turning her to face him. She
was panting, from exertion or hysteria, he wasn’t sure.

“Calm down. Go take a shower and I’ll call
down to the concierge, get something brought up for you to wear.
We’re in the middle of New York, surely there’s a women’s clothing
store nearby.”

Kate looked up at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “So go shower and I’ll
make sure you have something to wear before you’re out.” He started
pulling at her shirt, tugging it over her head.

“Go on, I’ve got it, babe.” He pushed her
toward the bathroom while she continued to argue over her shoulder,
eventually pulling the door closed behind her disjointed words.
Gage pulled on his jeans as he made his way to the phone. Shopping
right now actually seemed like a good idea; he’d left the tour with
nothing except the clothes on his back. A fresh shirt or two and
new jeans would be welcome.

Gage was laying on the bed, remote in hand,
when Kate came out of the shower, her hair still damp, dressed in
nothing but a towel. Glancing around the room she discovered bright
colored shopping bags sitting on a chair.

“Take a look.” Gage grinned, his eyes
scanning her curvy legs and the way the towel hugged her hips.

“You’re kidding. Even without the assistants,
agents, managers and handlers and you still can get people to do
whatever you ask.” She giggled, shaking her head in disbelief.

“A name goes a long way,” he replied, his
lips curling up in a teasing smile.

“I bet it does,” Kate laughed. She pulled the
clothing from the bags, gushing over the black pencil skirt and the
white silk chiffon top and a black and white boucle jacket,
complete with a pair of carbon tights, and cherry stem boots.

“Wow!” She shook her head in amazement, her
jaw dropping. “You’re unbelievable,” she gushed before disappearing
into the bathroom only to return a few minutes later, dressed in
her new clothes.

“Now it’s my turn to say wow,” Gage remarked
approvingly. “You’re so damn sexy, Kate.” Gage pulled her in for a
quick kiss, and she groaned against his lips before playfully
pushing him away. “You’re going to make me late again, aren’t
you?”

“I doubt that I’d be able to keep my hands
off of you for much longer. You better get going,” Gage replied
with a grin.

“I’ll call you from work, okay?” Kate reached
up, kissing Gage quickly. “We can have dinner later.”

The last Gage saw of her was her red hair,
briefly catching a glint of sunlight as she walked by the large
windows toward the front door of the suite and within minutes she
was gone. He ordered breakfast, taking a quick shower while he
waited for room service. While he ate, he played back everything
that had happened with Kate since he’d found her in New York.

He’d definitely been set off balance by her
almost aggressive attitude, although he thoroughly enjoyed her
taking the lead, particularly in bed. Chewing a piece of toast, he
thought that letting her set the pace really was the way to get her
back and make her feel comfortable with the situation. As
frustrating as it was for him to give up control, especially when
it was something he wanted so desperately, he knew this was the
right thing to do.

Gage fished his cellphone out of his pocket.
He owed his manager a call. He flipped it open; there was a message
from his manager from the day before. He leaned back in his chair,
prepared to listen to another tirade about how irresponsible he’d
been, or a lecture about not returning phone calls. But what he
heard made his heart pound and his hands go cold.

“We’ve booked the gigs for the European leg
of your tour, Gage. You’ll be in Oberhausen, Germany, in six weeks,
playing to a sold out venue. Call me when you get this. We need to
talk, and soon. Stop blowing me off, Gage. This is important.”

Gage clicked the phone shut. His mind was in
turmoil. They’d briefly discussed a European tour but he didn’t
remember anything set in stone. Had he really been that
self-involved, that caught up in Kate, to have missed that?

Flipping open the phone he punched in his
manager’s number. For the next hour, he listened as his future with
Kate disappeared. There was no way she would agree to travel on
tour with him to Europe. The schedule was impossible; they’d be on
the road or in the air for weeks. Time alone together would be
minimal. Plus there would be press, interviews on the radio, all
kinds of distractions.

Gage’s manager was insistent that this was
happening, that it was necessary not to alienate the European
market by not touring for the newest album. Gage tried to protest
but it fell on deaf ears. When he finally got off the call, Gage’s
mind was numb.

He’d no more than set his phone on the table
when it rang. It was Kate.

“Hey, babe. What’s up? How’s things with
Ursula?”

There was silence on the other end.

“Kate? You there?”

“Yes, I’m here.”

Gage frowned at the phone. “What’s wrong? Is
everything okay?”

“No, nothing’s wrong at all, Gage. Nothing a
little honesty wouldn’t cure.”

***

Kate slipped into her cubicle, breathing a
sigh of relief that Ursula was nowhere to be seen. She pulled out
her notes and recorder, finding her ear buds and setting up her
laptop. Pulling up a blank document, she sat for a moment with her
fingers on the keyboard, staring into space.

But as hard as she tried to think about her
article, the only images that surfaced were those of Gage from the
day—and night—before. And the images were very vivid. Kate felt her
face flush at the memory of their passionate and fierce couplings,
shaking her head at her own aggressiveness in practically attacking
Gage in the shower.

She felt her lips curl into a smile as she
replayed his hands on her body in the shower, his incredibly gentle
and sensuous hands, caressing every inch of her body, the heady
scent of the soap, the warmth of the water cascading over them.
I’ll have to buy a case of that soap, just for the
future.

The future
…Kate’s heart skipped a
beat. She and Gage had talked a long, long time about what they
wanted from the future. She understood perfectly well he couldn’t
alter much of what went on around him. He was a star, a megastar,
and with that came a certain loss of privacy, certain expectations.
But Kate believed him when he said he would try to behave
differently, not to fall under the spell of the endless groupies
and hangers on that dogged every stop they made. And he promised
there would be less hard partying.

“My fans want a piece of me. And they deserve
all of me that I can give. But off stage, you deserve all of me,
every minute I can give to you I will.”

His words came back to her. She signed,
focusing on the laptop screen. In her heart she knew his fans, who
were the ones responsible for making him a star, would always be an
ever-present force in their lives.

But she believed Gage when he said he would
change. She’d told him she would make changes as well, to trust
him. And most of all, to not be swayed from that trust by all she
saw swirling around him.

“Know in my heart, Kate, it’s you I’m always
thinking of.”

“Well, Kate Preston. Again, gracing us with
your presence.”

Kate caught her breath, spinning in her
chair, facing Ursula, standing in the opening of her cubicle, arms
folded across her chest, a tabloid magazine held in one hand.
Deja vue all over again.

“What have you got for me?”

“Well, I was just starting on the first
interview, looking through my notes for a tie in for the sidebar. I
wanted to talk to you about the order of the interviews.”

“Good. I wanted to talk to you too. The
deadline for the series has moved up.”

Kate’s heart skipped a beat.
Great, less
time than before. But I can do this.

“Gage Stevens is scheduled to start the
European leg of his tour in six weeks. I want our magazine to have
all of this out there before that leg of the tour, otherwise we
lose our edge. We’re moving up the date to the next issue.” She
flipped open the tabloid she was holding. Kate looked in disbelief.
There was Gage’s smiling face, with the headline announcing the
tour. The caption below read ‘Been planning this a long time. Can’t
wait to see all my fans in Europe!’

Ursula looked at her, a slight scowl on her
face.

“I need you to be honest with me, Kate. If
you can’t do this, tell me now.”

Kate looked at Ursula, her blood suddenly
running cold. Gage had never mentioned any European leg of the
tour. In all their time together, nothing had been said, not even
the day before. Not even during their long whispered talk in the
dark, the talk about their future.

“I didn’t realize there was a European leg.
Of course, I’ll be able to get you the articles well before that
date.” Kate’s face felt numb. She tried to force a smile on her
lips

“They announced the European tour dates
yesterday.” Ursula gave Kate an unreadable look. “I’m disappointed
that you didn’t learn this on the tour, Kate. Gage should have
known. I would have thought you would have been told all about
it.”

Kate had no answer. She didn’t understand how
this could have happened. And yes, Ursula was right; if this tour
was in the works during the US tour, she should have heard about
it. Had she been so distracted by Gage she’d failed to pick up on
that bit of information?
What if all my interviews and notes are
just a bunch of crap? Was I that out of it the whole time?

Ursula was talking again, apparently
repeating something Kate missed. “I said, are you sure the new
deadline is something you can manage?”

Kate straightened in her chair, meeting
Ursula’s eyes. “Yes, Ursula, no problem. My calendar is completely
clear.”

As soon as Ursula was back in her office,
Kate headed for the bathroom. She hid for a long time, emotions in
turmoil, trying to make sense of what she’d just learned. Gage knew
and hadn’t told her. It all came down to that one thought. He knew.
He hadn’t changed. He was still only thinking about himself, his
own life, not how it impacted hers.