Slay Me (Rock Gods #1) (12 page)

             
"Please Nick."

             
He groaned and picked up his pace, shifting again so that he was cradling her in his arms as he tirelessly worked his cock inside her. God, she was getting him so hot!

             
It was the worst kind of torture, holding himself back like this. But also the best thing he'd ever done in his life. He kept it up for another ten minutes or so before he took pity on the writhing beauty beneath him.

             
Nick stared down at her, watching her reach her peak. Feeling her quivering flesh tugging at his shaft sent him over the edge at last. He pulled back and thrust forward, hard, until his pelvis was pressed against hers. Then he unleashed, riding her relentlessly until he felt his cock pulsing hot streams of his essence inside her.

             
It seemed to go on forever as he emptied himself again and again. She was trembling underneath him when the orgasm finally started to subside. He stayed inside her for a while longer, kissing and stroking her. Murmuring words of love.

             
Finally he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him until she was nestled up against his side.

             
He was dazed by what had just happened between them.

             
He'd never come so bloody hard in his life.

**********

              Sabrina must have dozed off after they'd showered because it took her a moment to figure out where she was. But she knew immediately who was behind her, nuzzling her neck. And whose stiff prick was pressed into her lower back.

             
She glanced at the clock. 3 AM. They were still in London for a few more hours then. She should get up and check her email or pack but she could barely move. He'd made love to her three times already. And now apparently he wanted to go for a fourth.

             
"Again?"

             
He chuckled against her ear and circled his hips against her bottom.

             
"Yes love, again."

             
She sighed and closed her eyes, her fingers digging into the bedspread. There was no use fighting it. She would do anything he wanted. But in this case, she wanted it too. He'd done things to her - made her feel things - that no one ever had before.

             
No one had even come close.

             
She knew she was a goner. There was no way they could sustain this level of passion. He'd have his way with her and then forget her. If she was lucky this affair would last as long as the tour, that's
if
he could resist the lure of groupie sex for that long.

             
She no longer dreaded being stuck with him. She knew this was all she was going to get of the man she loved. So she decided to soak it up and grab it with both hands.

             
He slipped his cock back inside her from behind and reached forward to play with her breasts.

             
She moaned.

             
"Hmmmm… love you feel so good."

             
She could barely speak so she just arched her back, pushing her breasts into his palms.

             
Yes, she was going to enjoy every minute she had with Nick Falcon.

             
Starting now.

Thirteen

             
BANG BANG BANG

             
Someone was knocking on the door.

             
Nick rolled over in the enormous bed. The enormous,
empty
bed.

             
He sat up sharply.

             
Where the bloody hell had she gone?

             
He turned his head to the bathroom. Of course. He climbed out of bed and stalked over there, knocking softly. He pushed the door open. Empty.

             
She'd bloody left him! After the night they'd shared, he'd been certain he had her under his spell.

             
Just as he was under hers.

             
BANG BANG BANG

             
"Hold your horses I'm coming!"

             
Nick grabbed his robe and slipped it on. He opened the door to see Marley standing outside.

             
"I got the tour bus waiting in Paris mate but we have to go if we're going to make the train."

             
Nick ran his hands through his hair.

             
"Did you tell Sabrina?"

             
"Yeah I texted her. The band is meeting us downstairs in twenty minutes."

             
"Right. Do me a favor and pack for me would you?"

             
"Already done."

             
Nick slapped Marley's shoulder.

             
"Good man. Thanks."

             
He walked past him to the door.

             
"Where are you going? You're naked mate!"

             
Nick glanced down at his body without breaking his stride.

             
"I'm wearing a robe Marley. Get your mind out of the gutter."

             
He strode barefoot into the hallway and took the elevator down to Sabrina's floor. He smiled at everyone he saw. But inside he was seething.

             
She'd left him.

             
If she tried to pull that 'one night only' bullocks again he'd throw a fit. He'd tie her to her bed and refuse to leave the hotel until she agreed to-

             
What exactly?

             
He wasn't sure but it involved her in his bed, every night, for the rest of his God Damned life.

             
Or else. He'd do something drastic.

             
She opened the door after one knock. She'd showered already and was dressed in clean clothes. Another plain black t shirt with black jeans. Her hair was damp and her face bare of makeup. She looked like an angel. He had to resist the urge to lift her up and toss her on the bed.

             
"Nick, what are you doing? We have to leave for the airport soon."

             
He strode into her room, slamming the door behind him. Her eyes widened as she stepped backwards- right into the wall. He put his hands on either side of her face and leaned down.

             
"You left."

             
"I had to get ready Nick."

             
He narrowed his eyes at her. She didn't appear to be rejecting him.

             
"I want us to share a room in Paris. And for the rest of the tour."

             
She took a deep breath. She was getting ready to argue, he could tell. He scrambled his mind trying to come up with  valid arguments to whatever reason she gave for wanting her own room.

             
"Okay."

             
All the air left his lungs in a big whoosh. She'd said yes. That meant he would have access to her whenever he wanted it.

             
And he was going to want it a lot.

             
"You weren't sneaking off then?"

             
"No Nick, I wasn't. I promise."

             
He grinned at her goofily. Then he kissed her. She kissed him back sweetly. He started to pull her against his body, to show her what she was doing to him already.

             
He was hard as a rock again.

             
"Nick- we have to go!"

             
He lifted his head again, cursing.

             
"Bloody hell, it's my tour! We leave when I say so!"

             
She rolled her eyes at him.

             
"It doesn't quite work that way Nick."

             
"Fine! But I expect you in my bed as soon as we arrive in Paris."

             
She blushed and looked away before nodding.

             
"Alright."

             
He growled and scooped her up, making her squeal.

             
"You're going to drive me insane woman you know that?"

             
"Because I keep agreeing to whatever you say?"

             
He let her slide down his body.

             
"No, not that. That's what's keeping me from losing my mind entirely. Don't stop doing that."

             
"Okay."

             
"Good. Well, hurry up woman we have to get on a train."

             
"Train?"

             
"Yes love. I promised you no flying didn't I? We'll take the train to France and then drive everywhere else."

             
She was staring at him, her little mouth opened in surprise.

             
"Oh and love? The tour bus had a nice big bed in the back."

             
She blinked at him and he grinned.

             
He stormed to the door, eager to be on their way. Outside in the hallway was a fresh stack of newspapers. On the front cover was a photo of Nick carrying Sabrina into the hotel the night before. The caption read 'Sleeping Beauty.' In the picture Nick has his finger on his lips hushing them, and the paparazzi around him are laughing.

             
He glanced back to make sure she wasn't looking and scooped up the papers, tossing them into a waste bin on his way back to his room.

             
He was whistling the whole way.

**********

              Sabrina held Nick's hand as they sped through the canal underneath the English Channel. The train felt like it was going nearly as fast as his jet but she felt totally safe. She told herself it had to go with being on the ground, instead of miles in the air.

             
But it was more than that. It was Nick.

             
He was making her feel safe and secure. And adored. She knew this was probably part of his repertoire. Sweeping his the flavor of the month off of their feet and then losing interest.

             
It didn't feel like that though. It felt real.

             
She couldn't help but be afraid though. Of the day when he would stop smiling. Stop treating her this way. When he'd disappear. If she could have a few more weeks of this though, it would be worth the heartbreak.

             
That, at least, she knew was inevitable.

             
When the train pulled into Calais, two enormous buses were waiting. One for Nick and her, and another for the band and Marley. She stared around the bus in wonder. There was a dining area, two huge sofas. A full sized bathroom including a porcelain tub, and in the back, an enormous king sized bed.

             
"How did you arrange all this?"

             
"Can't take all the credit. Marley managed it."

             
She shook her head and sat down at the table to check her email. On the ride to Paris, Nick laid out on the couch while she made calls, confirming all his interviews and any press that would be attending the shows. She also confirmed the rehearsal time for later that day.

             
Every time she looked up from her laptop he was watching her.

             
They were there by noon. He smiled at her when she finally shut her laptop and looked out the window. They were just pulling up to the hotel.

             
"How much time do we have?"             

             
She glanced at her phone.

             
"About six hours before you need to leave for the amphitheater."

             
He grinned at her.

             
"That's plenty of time."

             
"What exactly did you have in mind?"

             
"Let me show you Paris. My Paris."

             
"No hats this time?"

             
"No disguises. That's part of the fun love. Or don't you want to be seen with me?"

             
She took a quick breath and held it.

             
"Alright. Let's go."

             
He took her hand and pulled her out of the bus.

             
"We will. After."

             
Sabrina felt her body respond instantly to his words and the heated look in his eyes.

             
She didn't have to ask him what he meant by that.

**********

              Nick dragged Sabrina through the lobby of the Ritz Paris.

             
He was acting like a bloody school boy but he didn't care. She was his now. She'd agreed to do as he said. He was going to put that to the test, as soon as he got into his suite.

             
A photographer was in the lobby and snapped a picture of them before security ushered him out. Nick ignored him. He didn't care about anything except getting his woman into his bed.

             
Thank god for Marley. He already had the key card and was waiting for him by the elevator.

             
"Top floor."

             
"Marley, you are a life saver."

             
He yanked Sabrina into the elevator and had his hands all over her the second the doors closed.

             
"Nick!"

             
"Hush love, you promised to be agreeable."

             
"But you can't- not in an elevator!"

             
He laughed.

             
"Alright, we can wait until we're inside if you prefer that."

             
The doors opened directly to his suite and they practically tumbled out. She backed away from him, her high heeled boots clicking on the marble floor.

             
"Where are you going love?"

             
She just stared at him wide eyed as she continued to back up. Then her ankle bumped into a sofa. He grinned and pushed her gently backwards onto it. He climbed on top of her and slowly started stripping her clothes off her body, nibbling at her ears and neck.

             
"Nick! What if someone comes in!"

             
"You picked the spot love. If you want the bed, you are going to have to wait until I'm finished with round one."

             
She laughed breathlessly. He was making her nervous he could tell. Good. He wanted her on edge. He was the one who was on the verge of losing his mind and doing something insane.

             
Like proposing.

             
There was only one thing stopping him.