Sexy Lies and Rock & Roll (20 page)

I can actually see her body trembling with anticipation, perhaps a little bit of unease, as she positions her naked body as I ask, and then looks back at me over her shoulder.

Christ… I could bust a nut just at the way she looks right now.

So trusting but not without adventure in her look.

I take a moment and pull open the top drawer of a built-in dresser on the adjacent wall, rummage around, and pull out two ties. Why I brought them on tour with me isn’t as nefarious as you might think. I had no intention of using them for anything else other than to dress up a suit in case the occasion called for me to wear one.

But now… they’re going to get put to better use.

I walk up to the edge of the bed. “Give me your wrist.”

Emma eyes the ties in my hand warily, but she immediately complies, rising up to just her knees. I tie her wrist in one silk tie, and then secure the other end of it to a lighted wall sconce to the left of the window. Her eyes flare wide when she gives it a tug and finds some play in it but that it does have a limit to how far she can move.

“Don’t pull too hard,” I warn her. “Those things aren’t all that secure.”

“Oh,” she says as she lets her arm go lax.

I give her a wicked smile. “And trust me… what I’m going to do to you… you’re going to want to pull hard.”

Emma’s face flushes and her nipples tighten.

Which makes me take the short route to get her other wrist secured. I crawl across the bed behind Emma, pressing my clothed body up against her naked one. She shivers and, without me even asking, offers her other wrist. I chuckle and tie it up, murmuring, “There’s my adventurous girl.”

Once it’s secured to the other sconce, I take a moment to lean back and examine my handiwork. Emma on her knees in the center of the bed with her arms spread wide as if she’s praying to the heavens.

I scoot in closer to her and bend my head, placing my lips on her shoulder. I kiss her, then tell her softly, “So many things I can do to you in this position.”

Her body shudders violently and her head falls back to rest on my shoulder. “Evan,” she whispers as a plea in response.

“Spread your legs for me,” I tell her as my hands go to her hips to give her some stability.

She shuffles and does as I request, and now she’s spread obscenely in front of me.

“You look stunning,” I praise her as I scuttle backward off the bed. Her head turns to look at me, and I give her a salacious smile as I strip out of my clothes.

When I’m completely naked, cock harder than a rock, I grab a condom from the dresser and roll it on. Turning back to Emma, I tell her, “Turn your face forward.”

A small huff comes out of her mouth, but she turns to look at the window, which is covered by closed blinds. Her hands open and close reflexively, and she squirms slightly on her knees.

I crawl back onto the bed toward her, and when I reach that perfectly curved ass, I lie on the bed and turn over onto my back. Before Emma can get her bearings, I scoot backward until my head goes in between her legs, then I’m staring up at her pussy and just beyond that, her breasts. And just beyond that, Emma looks down at me with surprise in her eyes.

“Thought I was going to fuck you from behind, didn’t you?” I say with a devilish grin.

She nods quietly.

“Don’t worry,” I tell her as my hands slide up and over her ass. “I’m going to. But right now, I want you to lower down onto my face.”

“Evan,” she stammers in shock.

Curving my hands around, I take her by the hips and exert pressure down. She resists me for a moment, so I cajole her in the best way I know how. “Do it, Emma. Ride my face. You know you want to.”

“Oh, God,” she moans, still resisting.

“You got to know, baby,” I tell her, my voice dipping very low. “I want it too. Want to make you feel so good.”

“Evan,” she says again, this time in breathless capitulation, and then she lowers herself toward me.

She’s a good girl though, considerate of me, which I find adorable. She hovers just over my mouth, making me lift my head so I can give her a tiny lick. Emma cries out and her hips tilt involuntarily, even as she rises upward.

“Get back down here,” I growl at her, and just to keep her completely off balance, I slip a finger into her. She’s drenched and my dick leaps in ferocious need to be inside of her.

Timidly, Emma lowers again, and I begin.

One hand on her hip to hold her tight, the other now with two fingers inside of her, and my lips and tongue focused on her clit. If my fingers weren’t in the way, I’d be jabbing my tongue deep inside of her, but as it is, it’s plenty busy working her to an orgasm.

Emma cries, and then she curses—which is so not Emma—and her hips start moving so she rides my fingers. I growl in pleasure as her taste overwhelms my senses, and she becomes more and more frantic to get off.

I love teasing Emma and building her up slowly, but frankly right now, I need her to come fast, because I do indeed want to fuck her from behind while she’s tied up, and my dick wants it more.

“Evan… I’m close,” she moans.

I raise my head, pull my fingers out of her, and grab hold of her hips tightly. Pulling her hard to my face, I clamp my lips onto her clit and give her a repetitive, gentle suck.

By the third one, she’s coming all over my face as she screams out her release, and my lips let go so I can smile over my accomplishment.

And I don’t gentle her down. I release her, scoot out from under her body, and scramble to my knees behind her. Hands back to her hips, I pull her back slightly so her ass is angled prettily. Fisting my cock, I bring it to her pussy and press the tip into her with just a slight flex of my hips.

“Ooh,” Emma moans as I slowly slide into her.

And fuck yeah… this right here. So goddamn tight, wet, and hot, and this is going to be quick and hard and rough.

But she can take it.

I’ve come to learn that Emma can handle pretty much anything that’s thrown at her, including my heart.

♦

“I should get
back to work,” Emma murmurs.

I released her from the ties over twenty minutes ago, took care of the condom, and then pulled her into my arms. We’ve been just lying here quietly, our breathing back even and the sweat on our bodies dried off. I’d half expected her to fall asleep, but I’m wired.

That was some intense shit we just did and rather than wear me out, it invigorated me to know Emma still has all kinds of boundaries I can push.

“You don’t have any work to do,” I remind her. “Once you send that email ending the copyright case, there’s nothing to do until I make a decision about Phoenix or we have a press conference.”

“Hmm,” she agrees lazily, and then I grin silently when she says, “I suppose we could have sex again.”

I laugh because I’ve created a monster. Turning to look at the clock on the dresser, I observe, “We do have at least an hour before I have to be over at sound check.”

“Lots of stuff we can do in an hour,” she ponders.

Yup… totally invigorated, and I think I’m ready to go again. But before I can roll over on top of her, my phone rings. I recognize Midge’s ring tone.

With a sigh, I roll away from Emma and grab my jeans off the floor, fishing my phone out. When I connect, I say drily, “You have impeccable timing, Aunt Midge.”

I expect her to laugh and demand to know what I’m talking about, because we share the same wit. Hell, my wit is patterned off hers. Instead, I go cold when she says, “Evan… I’m calling about Emma’s father.”

My eyes cut to Emma as she lies on the bed, smiling at me softly.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, although I can tell by the tone of her voice that I’m going to need to get Emma on a flight back East as soon as possible.

Emma

I
take a
deep breath as I look at the electronic sliding doors of Rex Hospital’s patient tower. I’m exhausted, and I feel grungy from the long flight across the country. It’s almost eight AM, and I came straight here from the airport via a taxi.

Releasing my hold on my small carry-on suitcase, I reach into my purse and pull out my phone. I shoot a quick text off to Evan.

Made it. Getting ready to go into the hospital. Will update later.

I hit send and then drop the phone back into my purse, square my shoulders, and grab the handle of my rolling case. Halfway through my first confident stride to the doors, which cause them to open, my phone rings.

Evan.

I once again release the handle of my suitcase so I can grab my phone. Stabbing at the connect button, I take a step back from the doors so they can slide closed.

“What are you doing awake?” is the first thing I say into the phone, because it’s only five AM in California and I know damn well Evan probably just went to sleep a few hours ago.

“We pulled into San Francisco about an hour ago, and Red and I went out for a very early breakfast,” he says softly. “We couldn’t sleep.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur back. I know he has to be exhausted.

“We’re worried about you,” he returns.

“Well, don’t be,” I assure him. “I called Dad as soon as I landed and he sounds good. I’m going to go up and hopefully talk to the doctor on morning rounds, and I’ll let you know what’s going on.”

“Okay. I miss you.”

“Miss you too,” I whisper back. “Now try to get some sleep.”

“Okay, babe,” he says, and I disconnect.

And God… how I miss him. Gone less than twelve hours and already I’m yearning to get back to Evan. To life on the road. With a rock star. Law practice be damned.

What in the hell has happened to me?

With shoulders squared once more, I march into the hospital a woman on a mission. To verify for myself that my dad is okay, figure out what we need to do to get him back on his feet, and then figure out my life. While I still technically had another week promised to Evan for our original thirty-day agreement to tour with him, he asked me a very important question just before I left.

He couldn’t take me to the airport as he had a little thing called a concert he had to give, but he had me wrapped up in a very tight hug as a taxi idled nearby, one that Tyler had apparently arranged along with my flight.

“I want you to come back as soon as you can,” he murmured against my ear.

I didn’t hesitate in the slightest. “Okay.”

“And I want you to stay for the entire tour,” he added on.

Again, no hesitation. My heart was making quick decisions for me. “Okay.”

So it seems I’m going to be touring with Evan for the next few months, and I have no clue in what capacity. I’m assuming girlfriend, but perhaps I’ll still work for him. We’ll have to iron out those details.

I make my way to the fourth floor—the cardiac unit—and start looking for his room.

4005.

My dad assured me all was well and ordered that I was not to worry about him when I talked to him last night while waiting for my flight to board. Turns out, Dad went into work that morning and after about an hour, started having some chest pain.

He ignored it.

It didn’t go away.

He also started feeling a bit nauseated and the pain got worse.

He popped an aspirin, but ignored it a little longer.

Only after he mentioned the chest pain to Midge did he go to the emergency room. It was at her insistence, and I owe her a huge debt of gratitude for making him go.

Turns out, he had two blockages in his heart—which freaked me out—but they were able to put stents in—which alleviated some of my alarm, and it appears that’s corrected the problem without the need for bypass surgery.

It seems as if all is going to be well, and my dad sounded strong and jovial when I talked to him a bit ago after I landed.

After a few turns down various corridors, I locate room 4005 and give a soft knock to announce my presence just before I push the door open.

The first thing that greets me is the sound of feminine laughter, and as I step in past the door, I immediately see Midge Payne sitting in a chair next to the bed. With a brief glance, I note she’s as beautiful as ever, completely polished and regal looking even in faded jeans, a pair of loafers with a low heel, and a mint-green sleeveless blouse that showcases youthful looking arms despite her age.

My gaze slides left and my dad’s there, beaming up at me. “There she is,” he exclaims exuberantly, and I have to admit… he looks damn good. I can’t believe he was on the verge of a heart attack just yesterday, but his cheeks are colored and his eyes are bright.

“Welcome back, Emma,” Midge says as she stands from her chair. In a move so shocking I’m actually dizzy for a moment, she takes two strides over to me and gives me a hug. “I know you were really worried about your dad and this has been really stressful on you the last several hours.”

I can do nothing but nod numbly as she releases me.

I watch as she steps back, cuts a glance to my dad that’s warm and caring, and I note my dad gives her the same look in return.

“Okay, what in the hell is going on here?” I ask with narrowed eyes on my dad.

His head snaps my way and a look of guilt crosses his face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I drawl with exaggeration, “what is going on between you two?”

I’m met with dead silence, but a quick glance to Midge shows me there’s not an ounce of guilt on her face, just slight amusement.

“I know there’s something going on,” I say stubbornly, looking directly at my dad as I dare him to not give me the truth. “I mean… Midge came with you to the hospital, and she’s still here now, and you just gave each other ‘the look,’ and I know something’s going on.”

“There’s nothing—” my dad starts to say, but Midge cuts him off.

“Oh, just go ahead and tell her, Cary,” Midge says with a wave of her hand his way. “Emma’s a smart girl and a tough cookie. She can handle it.”

“Handle what?” I grit out, slightly annoyed that Midge is even involved in this conversation but not taking my eyes off my dad.

Finally, he lifts his chin with determination and admits, “Midge and I are seeing each other.”