Rock All Night (The Rock Star's Seduction #2) (19 page)

Once I got close, though, my worrywart nature took over, and I decided to check out the bus first to make sure my things were still there.

The crew knew me by now, and directed me out the back of the auditorium. I found the tour bus being guarded by a big, bearded roadie, and he let me aboard.

Utter and complete relief. All my stuff – my purse, my wallet, my phone, my computer, my luggage, Ryan’s Zoom digital recorder – were exactly where I’d stowed them, in Derek’s personal closet.

There was a message on my phone from Glen, my editor at
Rolling Stone,
but I wasn’t exactly looking forward to
that
conversation about journalistic ethics, so I just stowed the phone again and vowed to call him later.

I took just a couple of minutes to throw on some light makeup in the posh bathroom, then put my purse back and turned to exit –

When I saw Miles standing at the head of the bus.

He did
not
look happy.

In fact, he looked sort of like a serial killer in a horror movie. I guess it was that ‘face tilted downwards, staring at me from beneath his eyebrows’ look of homicidal rage he had going.

I actually screamed a tiny bit because he startled me so badly. I hadn’t been expecting anybody, and then when I turned around, BOOM there he was, fifteen feet away.

I put my hand to my chest and smiled feebly. “You scared me.”

He kept his head down and kept staring at me from underneath his brows.

Not a word in reply.

Then he started walking slowly towards me, his fancy shoes
click… click… click
ing on the bus’s laminate floors.

If this really
had
been a horror movie, I would have wound up dead in the next two minutes.

But, thank God, it
wasn’t
a horror movie.

…at least, I was pretty sure it wasn’t.

Just in case, though, I tried to talk my way out of getting killed.

“Miles, I’m so sorry, I tried to get him to call you – ”

He slashed out an accusing finger. “YOU – SHUT – YOUR – FUCKIN’ – MOUTH.”

I shut my fuckin’ mouth.

His steps didn’t alter at all in their cadence. Just that
click… click… click
, slow and steady, like a metronome of doom.

As he got closer, I started to back away slowly, afraid he might jab that outstretched finger through one of my eyeballs.

He lowered his arm, but he got right up in my face.

Well, as much as he could, anyway, being five inches shorter than me.

But he was still plenty intimidating, that was for sure. And he was close enough for me to smell the bitter coffee on his breath.

“This band is a multi,
multi
-million dollar operation,” he said in a voice seething with restrained fury. “It is a machine. A machine which
I
am in charge of keeping running. But I already have
two
fuckin’ monkeys throwin’ wrenches in the works whenever they can. I do NOT need
another
fuckin’ monkey egging one of the other ones on.”

“By ‘two monkeys’ I’m assuming you mean Riley and Der– ”

“NOT ANOTHER FUCKIN’ WORD!” he screamed, so close to me that I could feel the dampness of his breath on my skin.

I nodded silently, absolutely terrified.

He stared up at me, his eyes almost incandescent with rage. “Listen to me carefully, Ms. Reynolds. You might have been able to skate through life before this on your looks, wasting other people’s time and patience – ”

Suddenly more angry than scared, I opened my mouth –

And the Finger of Doom shot up into the air, just an inch away from my nose.

I closed my mouth.

After a moment’s pause, Miles continued in a low, threatening tone of voice – but kept the Finger of Doom in place.

“And you might have gotten away with it, because you’re a pretty little thing. But I swear to God, if you
ever
put me in this position again… if you EVER put me in ANY position where I have to wonder if that multi,
multi
-million dollar machine of which I am in charge is about to blow up, because of YOU…”

He paused. The silence was unbearably malevolent.

“I.

Will.

Fuckin’.

BURY.

You.

Now… are we clear?”

I nodded like a Catholic school kindergartener who’d just been chewed out for the first time by a nun, threatened with all the fires of Hell for my disobedience.

“I CAN’T
HEAR
YOU! ARE WE FUCKIN’ CLEAR?!” he shouted.

“We’re clear, we’re totally clear!” I squeaked.

“Then get the fuck off this bus and out of my sight,” he hissed.

I ran as fast as I could past him and off the bus, my heart pounding in my chest.

Despite my near-death experience with Miles, I actually had a good time for the rest of the show as I watched it from backstage.

After the show, I had an
amazing
time.

When Derek shouted out “THANK YOU SAN DIEGO!” after the encore and strode offstage, he made a beeline right for me. He grabbed my hand but kept himself at arm’s length – which I appreciated, since he was dripping with perspiration.

Your opinion may vary, but mine is that sweaty’s all good in the throes of passion, but not so much any other time.

“Did you like the show?” he beamed.

“It was magnificent,” I said, and meant it.

Riley passed by, drenched in sweat, and gave us both a leer. “Damn,
somebody
got laid good and nasty last night.”

“Damn straight,” Derek shot back good-naturedly (as I blushed).

“It showed,” Riley called over her shoulder as she kept on walking.

Killian was next. “Outstanding,” was all he said as he strode on past with a smile.

“You too, man,” Derek said.

Mike walked over and fist-bumped Derek in passing. “That was fuckin’ ROCK AND ROLL, dude!” he crowed.

“Great fuckin’ show, Mike!” Derek laughed.

Ryan was last. He walked up with that
I should probably be angry with you but I just can’t stop smiling instead
kind of look, and slapped Derek on the shoulder. “I wanted to
kill
you when you didn’t show up before the show… but I have to admit… the wait was worth it.”

Derek laughed, then hugged his friend. “Was that a great entrance, or what?”

“That was pretty good, I’ll give you that.”

“
Pretty
good? That one’ll go down in the record books, man.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ryan looked over at me and kept on grinning. “Hey, Kaitlyn.”

“Hey, Ryan. I’m sorry – I tried to get him to come earlier, but…”

Ryan laughed. “You didn’t have a chance. Trying to get Derek to do what you want when his mind’s set on something is like trying to get a hurricane to change course.”

“That is not true,” Derek said indignantly.

Ryan cocked one eyebrow at him.

“Okay, it’s a little true,” Derek conceded. “See you backstage.”

“You bet. Bye, Kaitlyn,” Ryan smiled, then walked off into the shadows.

Derek latched onto my hand and dragged me after him. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m going to go take a shower.”

Which quickly turned into
we’re
going to go take a shower.

Which turned into something even steamier.

We walked through the concrete maze until we came to a security guard standing outside a door. Derek nodded a greeting, then led me past him and into the showers. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as the Lakers’ locker room, but it was set up the same as the Staples Center, with a pile of towels, jeans, shirt, sunglasses, boxers, boots, flip-flops, and shaving kit on a bench.

“Are you sure you want company?” I teased him as the door closed behind us.

“Oh, I’m
sure
I want company,” he said as he roughly pulled my sundress straps off my shoulders and began to kiss my bare breasts.

“Wait – no – agh!” I giggled as I suddenly found myself without a stitch of clothing on.

A few seconds later, he was stripped naked, too, and he led me by the hand into a room of sparkling white tile. One by one he turned on the shower heads until the entire room was filled with steam. Delightfully hot water washed over both of us as he took me in his arms and kissed me hard and rough.

I moaned, feeling his slick, wet body against mine and his cock – thick and heavy, but not yet hard – sliding against my thigh.

He pulled out a bar of soap from the shaving kit and began to work it between his hands, building up a rich lather. He stepped behind me and began to nibble at my neck and ear as he ran his massive hands up and down my front, covering me in suds, cupping my breasts, sliding his soapy hands under them, over them, pausing every so often to tweak my hardening nipples between his slippery fingers.

I moaned as he breathed hard in my ear and let his hands slide lower, down below my waist. His fingers soaped up my little landing strip of hair, running through the curls… then probed lower still until his slippery fingers were toying with my pussy.

I gasped as his fingers pressed hard against my lips, then slipped over my clit, then back again, in that way that only soapy flesh on flesh can do.

And all the while I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, hard and rigid, sliding against my wet skin.

God, I wanted it so bad.

I turned around and kissed him – and let my hand find his cock. As the hot water sprayed down on us, I ran my fingers in a ring around that gorgeous thickness – up and down, slipping and sliding across the taut skin of his shaft.

Meanwhile his soapy hands had found my ass and were kneading and clutching at my cheeks, with one naughty finger occasionally slipping into my crack and caressing places I wouldn’t want to admit to.

And I liked it.

I ran my fingers under his balls, cupping him, tickling him between his legs, then moving up and stroking him again. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing under my fingers as I gripped him lightly, slowly massaging him.

And then he totally made my college fantasy of him ravaging me in the shower come true.

He pressed against me, forcing my back up against the tile – now warm from the hot water – and positioned his rock hard cock against my clit. Slowly he worked it up and down, slipping and sliding back and forth over the little nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my legs.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue roughly played with mine.

Then he flipped me around so that my face was pressed against the warm, wet tile. He grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled back, making me feel deliciously feminine and completely at his mercy.

With his other hand he pulled my ass away from the wall and pushed against my inner legs until I opened them wider. Within seconds I felt the swollen head of his cock slide between my thighs and began to push against my lips.

“Condom!” I gasped.

He moved up right against my ear and growled seductively. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” I whispered, barely able to speak, much less think. How could I, with all that glorious teasing – the bulbous tip pushing against my pussy, almost sliding inside me, but not quite entering?

He sighed as though greatly put-upon… and then all the pleasure between my legs disappeared, as did the lovely, soapy sliding of his arms and chest and skin against my back. I heard his feet pad wetly over the tile… a few moments of rummaging in the next room… and then the soft
rrrrrip
of paper just a few feet away.

I turned around and watched, entranced, as he positioned the latex circle over the pink head and then slowly rolled it down, down, down his erection, until the entire, glorious length of his cock was sheathed.

“I didn’t say you could turn around,” he growled, and lightly pushed me back against the wall, my face pressed against the tile again.

One of his hands grasped my hip as the other hand positioned his cock. Even though I couldn’t see him, I knew what he was doing because I felt his knuckles brush my ass – and then I felt pressure pushing at my lips, parting them, easing in between them. I gasped and cried out all at once as that knee-buckling thickness entered me, slowly but constantly, inch by inch, never pausing, until he had filled me up completely and I felt his thighs against my ass and his cock deep, deep inside me.

I moaned and braced myself against the tiles as his hands circled around my body and found my soapy breasts, fondled them, stroked them as he rocked in and out of me, filling me, the walls of my pussy sliding around his cock like a velvet glove. A very
wet
velvet glove, because I was dripping with desire, even wetter than the water from the showers as it beat down on my skin, tickled my face, wrapped me in warmth as an even greater hotness built between my thighs.

He began to thrust harder, deeper. I could feel the insane pleasure of his tip sliding over my g-spot, massaging it with every slippery push as his cock slid deep inside me… then almost entirely out, leaving only the head inside… and then rocking inside me again, deep, hard, thick.

His hands trailed down from my breasts until they found my crotch. He began to toy with my clit again, circling it, stroking it, soaping it, the tip of his finger sliding over it – all as he moved within me, his thickness sliding deep inside me, and outside his soapy skin slipping over mine.

I could feel the heat building and building, the honey-sweet pleasure between my thighs getting hotter and bigger, higher and brighter, out of my control. He rammed and slammed inside me and his soapy-slick fingers slid across my clit, over and over, back and forth, in delicious waves of pleasure that exploded both inside me and out, bringing me up so high so fast that I was screaming before I knew it, the shower water cascading down my face and over my open mouth, my cries echoing off the tile as I struggled to keep myself upright beneath the delirious weight of my orgasm. Somewhere on the hazy outskirts of my consciousness I felt his pelvis slapping against my ass, the vibrations jiggling me deep inside, and then he was yelling, too, bellowing like some wild animal in heat as his hand grasped hard over my pulsing clit and his cock swelled and burst inside me. Then he was slowing down, slower, then stopped. Both our arms were braced against the wall, our fingers splayed out over the tile as the water rushed over us like a waterfall.

After a few seconds I felt his hands against my chest, lifting me up, supporting me, pressing my slippery back against his muscular chest. He used one hand to softly turn my face to the side, and then he arched his head over my shoulder. My eyes stayed closed to the water pouring down over us, but I felt everything, from his cock still hard and deep inside me, to every sensual sliding of skin as our bodies pressed tight against each other.

Then our mouths met softly, sensually under the hot spray of water, and he kissed me for a long, long time.