All Access (Brothers of Rock #1) (rockstar contemporary romance) (10 page)

Jess eyed the scene, trying to imagine something like that happening.

Johnnie took her bag, her hand, and lead her to the cabin.  He opened the door and allowed Jess to walk in first.  She looked around the cozy place, inhaling its fresh smell.  The walls were lined with guitars, hanging in cascading position.  There were so many colors and shapes, Jess had no idea that many guitars existed.  In the living room a large stone fireplace was part of the back wall while in the corner was a small recording set up.

Guitars.

Amplifiers.

Drums.

Computers and equipment.

“That’s where I write,” Johnnie said stepping up behind Jess.  “If you go look out that window all you can see is mountains.  Mountains running into mountains until they become a blur.  It’s the most intense thing to stare at.”

“I bet it is,” Jess said as she looked over her shoulder.

As far as she was concerned, she was already looking at the most intense thing.

Johnnie.

“What do you think of the place?” Johnnie asked.

“It’s perfect,” Jess said.  “It’s comfortable.  It’s... you.”

“That’s what I was going for.  I don’t bring people here.  This is my personal space.  Where I come to write, to think, and sometimes to bleed.”

“Anything else?” Jess asked.

“Like what?”

Jess wanted to say
love
,
but just the word coming to her mind made her freeze.

“I don’t know,” she managed to say.

Johnnie touched her hips, pulling her back so his body touched hers.  He slid his lips and down her neck, not kissing her, but still savoring her.  Jess turned her neck, giving Johnnie more to enjoy.  With her hands at her sides, it just didn’t feel right, but she knew that if she dared to reached back for Johnnie, her hands wouldn’t be stopped.  Her body raged for Johnnie in ways she hadn’t felt for a man… ever.  The time that had passed since she’d been touched, pleasured, felt like a lifetime and when the tip of Johnnie’s tongue touched Jess’s neck, she shivered in a way that made her feel pure again.  As though any other man that had touched her, held her, had her, meant nothing, which created an even bigger desire for Johnnie.

When Johnnie came to the bottom of her ear, she felt his nose nuzzle her earlobe first, a sweet gesture, followed by his lips, a not so sweet gesture. 

Jess groaned as she felt Johnnie’s warm breath against and in her ear.

“Want to see the rest?” Johnnie whispered.

“The rest of what?” Jess asked, slightly in a trance. 

The rest of the cabin?  The rest of Johnnie?

“Follow me,” Johnnie said.

He slithered his way off Jess, leaving her lingering but not disappointed.  She never saw a man move like him.  Everything was casual, and when her body wanted to feel frustrated, Johnnie just looked at her with his eyes, showing her the dark depth, the comfort, and the temptation that waited.

Johnnie slipped his fingers into Jess’s hand and led her through the living room.  They paused at the window near all the instruments.  Jess couldn’t help herself as she reached out and flicked one of the guitars.  The notes were mixed and dry and sounded terrible.  It amazed her to think that Johnnie could take that guitar and create something beautiful from it. 

“What do you think of the view?” Johnnie asked.

Jess stared up at Johnnie.  Her eyes danced along his jaw line, making their way slowly, memorizing his subtle and sexy features, until their eyes were locked.

“Looks good to me,” Jess whispered.

Johnnie laughed.  He reached up with one finger and placed it against Jess’s cheek.  He turned her head to look out the window.

The view was breathtaking.  Just like Johnnie had said, mountains on top of mountains, going so far that it almost hurt to try and understand it.  Jess wondered how many miles she could see right then.  With the clear sky, the only limitation was that of perception.  She understood why Johnnie could find solace up here, a chance to explore life and humans and relationships, enough to write life changing songs.  Then again, she could also understand how coming up here in pain could be a bad idea.  The loneliness, the reminder of how big the world was, and the intense quietness and opportunity to explore your own thoughts. 

“Come,” Johnnie said and started walking.

He led Jess through an open kitchen with lots of windows and lots of light.  Skylights were throughout the middle and on each side hung plenty of lights for nighttime.  The largest window was above the sink.

“Faces east,” Johnnie said.  “When you wake up, you can stand here with a cup of coffee and watch the sunrise.  Or... go out that door...”  Johnnie pointed to a door next to the kitchen counter.  “...and stand on the deck.”

Johnnie opened the door and Jess peeked out to see a deck that ran half the length of the cabin.  It had a small bistro set and as Jess stood on her toes to look more, she realized the deck was very close to a drop off.  Her fear of heights kicked in and she stepped back. 

From the kitchen, Johnnie showed her the bathroom, and then took her upstairs to a small loft that had a small bedroom, half bath, and an open floor where Johnnie had a desk with more guitars and more recording equipment.  The more Jess lost herself in the vibe of the cabin the more she realized she needed something like this too.  Her own private space to hide in.  The cabin wasn’t set up for entertainment.  It wasn’t set up for living.  It was set up just as Johnnie wanted it, for himself.  She began to think about her advance, her next advance, her royalty statements.  It still didn’t feel completely real to be paid for her writing.  She couldn’t imagine spending money on anything, not after struggling for so long, waiting for her break.

“And then, there’s one more room,” Johnnie said.

They were back on the main floor.  One door was left to open and Johnnie did it with a smile on his face.  As the door opened, Jess knew what room it was going to be.

The master bedroom.

The first thing she could sense was Johnnie.  His smell, all over the room.  A large bed.  A tall four drawer dresser.  A leather couch.  A calm aura throughout the room.  A small fireplace on the opposite wall of the bed.  No television.  No computers.  No recording equipment.  But yet a single acoustic guitar.  An old guitar, looking beat up and worn out.  It was on the floor, like a corpse, but Jess figured that’s how Johnnie wanted it.

“I save the best for last,” Johnnie whispered as he positioned himself behind Jess again.

This time when he touched her hips, Jess knew everything was going to happen.  She hurried and turned around, not wanting to just be on the receiving end of Johnnie’s desire.  She wanted to explore her own.

Her hands touched his face, both hands shaking as she did so.  She tried to calm her breathing but it was no use.  Her body was engaged, her nerve endings tingling everywhere.  The most sensitive of areas ached for Johnnie.  As one of his cool hands moved under her shirt, and touched her warm skin, she took heavy breaths.

Jess felt Johnnie’s fingertips climb up her body.  He moved over her breast, his large hand cupping her.  His other hand slid around to Jess’s lower back and he pulled, forcing her to him.  He looked down with honest eyes and a devilish smile.

“Jess...”

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” Jess whispered.

“What do you want then?” Johnnie asked.

“You.”

Jess moved to her toes and Johnnie met her.  Their lips touched and their mouths opened.  The kiss was instantly hotter than backstage at the concert.  The intention this time oozed with sexual need.  The kiss last night was simply fantasy, a chance to explore.  Right now, this was embedded cravings finally coming to life.

Johnnie moved both hands back to Jess’s hips.  He squeezed and lifted her, carrying her straight to his bed. 

Jess sat down and leaned back, her legs already open, watching Johnnie tower over her.  His hands caressed her face and moved beyond.  When he touched her breasts, over her shirt, Jess moaned and thrust her chest at him.  He continued down, curling his fingers around the bottom of her shirt.  Jess sat up and lifted her arms in unison as Johnnie took her shirt off.  When the shirt covered her face, in that split second of time, she realized just what was happening. 

This was going to happen.

With Johnnie from Chasing Cross.

Johnnie threw the shirt to the floor and Jess put her hands back on the bed.  He quickly moved again, his hands touching her pants.  She watched Johnnie’s fingers work with ease and she lifted her lower half off the bed, allowing Johnnie to slide her pants down. 

That’s where Jess drew the line, for the moment.  She sat up and went for Johnnie’s shirt.  Her hands took their turn, moving up his rippling stomach and hard chest.  On the way back down, she let her nails touch him and dig at him, enough that she felt Johnnie’s skin shudder.  He groaned and stared down at her, still smiling.

“Wild one,” he whispered.

“You have no idea,” Jess said.

She lifted Johnnie’s shirt and placed her lips to his stomach.  She kissed up and then down, going right to where his jeans began.  That’s when her tongue came forward, tasting him, teasing him as she played, trying to reach into his pants.

Johnnie took his own shirt off and while Jess felt she had some kind of power in the situation, she lost it all when Johnnie undid his own belt and opened the button on his jeans.  He slipped his thumbs not just into his pants but also into his boxers.  He pushed, allowing his boxers and jeans to go low enough that Jess had to stop.  She gasped for air, watching the very beginning of Johnnie appear.

His hands moved and touched Jess’s shoulders, leaving her moaning, feeling tortured.  She looked up at Johnnie and the look in his eye told her he knew exactly what he was doing.

Jess slid back on the bed, all the way to the pillows.  She lay with her knees bent, gently arching her back.  She reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra.  Her fingers then touched her neck and she slowly drew lines down to her breasts.  At her bra, she paused and bit on her lip.

Johnnie stood at the foot of the bed, his hands balled into fists.

“You drive me mad,” he said.

“Good,” Jess said.

“No, you don’t understand.  I’ve never had a woman do this to me...”

“Do what?” Jess asked.

Johnnie opened his mouth to speak and Jess moved her fingers down, sliding her bra off her chest.  She took it off and threw it towards Johnnie.  It landed on the end of the bed.  Johnnie’s eyes didn’t move from her. 

Jess’s chest felt heavy, aching for Johnnie.  She touched herself, gliding her fingers along her nipples, feeling them throb with each touch.  She moaned and sighed then started to set her sights on her panties.  But when she regained her focus, Johnnie was already on the bed, moving towards her. 

He hovered over her chest, breathing on her.  His warm breath made her shiver.  He came down, touching his nose to her left nipple.  He moved slowly but with force.

“Oh, Johnnie,” Jess whispered.

Johnnie moved to the other side of her chest.  His lips grazed her, the tip of his tongue tasting her. 

His left hand touched her side and then came across her stomach in a hurry.  She felt his fingers turn and slip into her panties.  He rubbed along her smooth skin, following the curve of her body.  His fingers danced along her folds, touching her core, carefully moving.

It only lasted a few seconds but the pleasure that soared through Jess’s body made it feel as though it had been happening for hours upon hours.  Her hand reached down, finding Johnnie’s pants.  She made no hesitation as she worked her hand into his pants and boxers, running her hand along his thickness.  She desperately wanted him inside her. 

Johnnie swayed his hips, working himself out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them to the floor.  His right hand now had a fierce grip on Jess’s panties and he pulled at them, without remorse, and Jess could feel the gentle fabric starting to tear.  Jess lifted her hips off the bed, touching Johnnie’s bare body.  She groaned and sought relief but it was too late, Johnnie tore her panties.  She looked down at them, dangling off her hip.

“Sorry,” Johnnie whispered even though he didn’t sound sorry at all.

“Might as well finish the job,” Jess whispered.

She kissed Johnnie, seeking the warmth and comfort of his mouth. 

As they kissed, Johnnie reached across Jess’s body and pulled at the other side of her panties.  They tore with ease under his commanding strength.  Then they were gone and Johnnie wasted no time lowering himself to her.

Feeling Johnnie at her entrance, Jess let out a much needed cry. 

Johnnie slipped his right hand behind her neck and kept his left hand on the bed, his elbow locked, allowing enough room between he and Jess so they could both watch him enter her.

The kiss ended as the sex began. 

Jess tried to look down, catching a quick view of Johnnie as his sex pressed into her body.  That was all she could manage.  Once the penetration increased, so did the pressure.  Jess let her head fall back under the comfort of Johnnie’s hand behind her neck.  With a hard thrust, he filled Jess’s body.  He held in place and stared at her.