Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) (19 page)

Tyler kissed my shoulder and groaned.
“Katie, I’ve got to get back to the bus before it leaves.”

I glanced at the clock. “You still have a
half-hour. Don’t leave me just yet.”

Tyler pulled me against him. “Mmmm. A few
more minutes.”

I cuddled up against him, my hand sliding
across his chest.

A few minutes later, Tyler mumbled
sleepily, “Everything is always changing.”

“Change is good, Tyler.” I whispered into
his chest.

He was asleep within seconds. Ten minutes
later, I sat up and pulled my phone off the shelf. I texted Tyler’s bodyguard,
Sam.
Tell the bus driver to leave on time. Tyler is with me on my bus
. I
waited a few seconds until I got the reply,
Okay, will do,
and then
snuggled up with Tyler again. There was no way in hell I was going to kick this
rock star out of my bed.

***

Tyler awoke only minutes after I did. I
had been reveling in waking up in his arms, feeling his body next to mine. My
heart was near bursting with happiness.

“It’s morning… I guess I fell asleep.”
Tyler grinned sheepishly.

I smiled back at him. “You did. We’re in
Washington State.”

Tyler made a goofy face. “So your staff
is gonna know. How can I sneak out of here?”

I laughed. “It’s called the walk of
shame.”

“I have no shame. I’m only worried about
you.”

I picked at invisible lint on the comforter.
“It’s only Michael out there right now. I don’t really care what he thinks. He
might be super efficient and capable, but I’m thinking of hiring a new
assistant for the next season anyway.”

Tyler’s eyes widened. “So you’re thinking
of re-signing as the producer?”

I smoothed the comforter and then raised
my eyes to look directly into his. “I guess it depends on what the perks are.”

The look in his eyes had my blood
boiling. In a second, he had my body pinned beneath his and he was kissing me
breathless.

He pulled up on his elbows. “I only had
one condom with me. Do you have any?”

I bit my lip and shook my head no.

“You mean in all those muffin runs you
did, you never thought to pick up a box of condoms?”

My lower lip pouted out. “I didn’t have a
need for them before now.”

Tyler sucked on my lip and then teased,
“Maybe we could ask Michael for one.”

“God, no!” I gasped. Then I smiled
innocently. “I can think of a few things we can do without needing condoms.”

“I like the way you’re thinking. Now if
you could just keep all that moaning and groaning down…”

I slapped at him playfully, but with
lightning-quick speed, he caught my wrist and pinned it above my head. His lips
crashed into mine and I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my
thigh. My body ached to be filled by him again. I was burning for his touch.

Tyler dragged my other hand above my head
and trapped it with the first, all while he kissed me senseless. When he
shifted off me, I missed the weight of his warm body pressing into me.

While he still held my arms captive, his
other hand traveled up and down my body leaving fiery trails of desire all
across my skin. I shivered under his masterful touch. My nipples grew hard as
his fingertips slid closer and closer.

I waited impatiently; he was driving me
crazy, never quite touching me where I was aching to be touched, until I was
throbbing with unmet need.

I was breathing heavily. I managed to
gasp, “Mmmm, Tyler. Please…”

“You look so sexy right now.” His voice
was raspy with desire.

His fingers continued the sweet torture
until I was writhing under his touch. With the anticipation heightened to the
straining point, I actually moaned with relief when his fingers finally teased
a taut nipple, while his mouth simultaneously descended on the other.

The relief was short-lived. As Tyler’s teeth
tugged at my nipple, electric jolts of pleasure rippled through my body and the
focused assault began to magnify the poignant ache in my pussy, until I was
whimpering with demand. I yanked my arms trying to free them in order to
satisfy the swirling, throbbing tension between my legs, but Tyler’s grip was
too strong.

Tyler’s finger brushed my lips. “Shh.
I’ll have to stop if you can’t keep quiet.”

My eyes flew open. I panted, “No! Don’t
stop. I’ll behave.”

He smiled wickedly as his hand started
sliding slowly downward, tickling my stomach and gliding lower. My chest was
heaving with shallow breaths as Tyler’s fingers arrived at their destination. My
hips jolted as a finger pressed through my folds and caressed the center of my
raging need.

“Ohhhh God,” I gasped on a raggedy
breath.

His fingers stroked me intimately,
building a pressure so intense; it felt unbearable.

I struggled against the exquisite
torture, desperate for release. “Tyler, please,” I begged.

He stopped and smiled teasingly. “Not so
loud! Do you want the whole bus to hear? Believe me, I know how thin these
walls are.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t stop.”

Tyler popped his finger into his mouth
and licked my juices off it. “Mmm. No, I can’t stop,” he mumbled as his mouth
began working its way down my body, kissing slowly down my stomach.

“Tyler,” I begged, “I want to taste you,
too.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He swung himself around
before he went down on me.

His very intimate and thorough kiss had
me moaning and groaning with abandon, but this time my cries of pleasure were
muted by the sweet mouthful of cock that I had discovered.

When I surrendered to my climax, I saw
stars. That feeling was only matched by the satisfaction I felt when I brought
Tyler to the same exact place. Orgasms were always good. Experiencing an orgasm
with Tyler Matthews was a hundred times more intoxicating. I knew I was
addicted for life.

Tyler was a satisfied man. Everything
seemed to be falling into place. Hailey was still recovering, but doing so
well. Cold Fusions’ concerts were bigger and better than ever before. The Vibe
had made the band a huge offer to re-sign with Rock Star Diaries. And then
there was Katie. He was obsessed with her.

Obsessed in a good way. He thought about
her constantly. He still visited her every day in the production bus, but he
began visiting her at other times, too. He smiled to himself as he thought
about it.

He was sexing her up every chance he
could get. In every way he could imagine. Sometimes it was hot, fast, urgent
sex. Other times it was sweet, slow and sweaty. Yesterday it had been rough and
wild.

They never spoke about feelings. There
were no cheesy declarations of love. He was perfectly content with the status
quo. Why fuck with a good thing? Talk was going to get him in trouble and he
was too scared to lose it all.

Katie liked to watch his concerts from
the front row. Sometimes he would get so horny for her during the show he’d pop
wood. Then he’d go backstage, while his adrenaline was still pumping, and have
sex with her in the bathroom or somewhere private in the concert venue.
Sometimes they showered together. The guys must have known what was going on,
but nobody was saying anything to him. Maybe having cameras in their faces and on
the tour bus all the time was helping him avoid the ribbing that he so
deserved.

So why did he feel this impending sense
of doom? Nothing good in his life lasted forever. Something always came along
to fuck it up. And he had a feeling that his unease had to do with Katie. He
was trying desperately to give his all to her, but he knew it wasn’t enough.
Eventually, she’d get tired of waiting and move on. She had told him as much
way back when they first met. She was looking for commitment.

And he struggled with that. What did it
mean? He hadn’t slept with another girl since the first time he’d slept with
Katie, the night before Hailey’s operation. He didn’t even want to. Wasn’t that
enough?
Wasn’t that commitment?

It was a wet and windy day. I had three
more days worth of filming left before location production was shut down for Season
1 of Rock Star Diaries. Half of Episode 6 was already produced, featuring the
love triangle, but I still didn’t have a decent closing. I had combed through
hours of footage looking for something,
anything
, that could be weaved
into an exciting season-ending cliffhanger. If something didn’t fall into my
lap in the next three days, I was looking at a mediocre ending for the last
episode, despite my constant assurances of the exact opposite to Thornton.

Cold Fusion was busy at sound check and
Michael and I were in the production bus going over our last few location
shoots when a knock sounded at the door. Michael opened the door and let in a
straggly-looking blonde girl. Her hair and jacket were soaked as if she’d been
standing in the rain for a long time.

Michael gasped. “Cassie! C’mon in. You’re
drenched!”

The girl, whoever she was, looked like
she was on the verge of a breakdown. I glanced at Michael questioningly. “Can I
get you a cup of tea or something?”

Cassie nodded and Michael scurried over
to the teapot. “Katie, this is Cassie. She’s been friends with Cold Fusion for
years.”

In other words, she was a groupie, not
someone we had hired for the show. I nodded and gestured to the couch. “Cassie,
why don’t you sit down?”

Cassie walked dejectedly over to the
couch and slumped down onto it. “I wasn’t sure if I should come to you guys,
but I’m desperate. I hope you can help me. To tell me what I should do.”

Michael hovered around her, acting overly
concerned, but my suspicions were raised. Her body language indicated
otherwise, but her eyes screamed ambition. She was play-acting the victim. She
was after something.

“How can we help you, Cassie?” I asked
politely.

Cassie took a deep breath. “Well, I don’t
know how to say it without coming right out with it. Tyler got me pregnant.”

Those words slammed into me like a crushing
body blow. I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t move. My mind went numb with shock.

“Are you sure it was Tyler?” I heard
Michael ask as if he were speaking underwater.

I vaguely heard Cassie’s answer. “Yes,
I’m sure. I’ve got the sonogram to prove it. But I’m so scared of confronting
him. I’m scared he’ll reject his baby. That he won’t take responsibility.”

Michael was glancing sideways at me, as
if asking for help, but I was paralyzed. Michael shrugged. “I don’t know Tyler
all that well. I’m not sure how he’d react…”

Cassie looked up at him, her eyes wide
and innocent. “I thought if maybe I told him on the show, then maybe it could
all work out better.”

On the show.
My head started to spin in dawning
horror.

Michael sounded surprised. “You want to
confront him on the show? With millions of people watching?”

“I don’t know.” Cassie’s hands twisted in
her lap. She was doing a hell of an acting job. “Maybe that would force him to
take responsibility. Then he couldn’t just walk away from it. And then we could
be a part of the show. Me and the baby. Not a huge part, but like side
characters. It would secure us financially. I’d do that. For my baby.”

Michael’s eyes were glowing fervently.
“It
would
cause a big sensation. Hell, this is just the thing we needed
for the season ending. You would sign papers and everything? You’d let us film
while you broke the news to him?”

Cassie nodded.

My utter shock was starting to wear off enough
that I could feel a pit of anger swirling in my gut. “No fucking way.” I turned
to Michael. “There’s no way we’re going to exploit this.”

Michael looked at me with excitement.
“Think about it, Katie. This is it! This is the thing that will make the whole
fucking show. Hell, It’ll make our fucking careers!”

I was ready to explode into a rage. I
turned to the not so innocent Cassie. “I can’t believe you would do that to
someone. And if you think Tyler would walk away from his responsibility, you
don’t know him at all. You tell Tyler about the baby
privately
. And no,
you and your baby will not be featured on Rock Star Diaries.”

I was shaking by the time Cassie left. I
just wanted to be left alone, but Michael was hounding me to no end.

“This is a big mistake, Katie. We need
this.”

I felt like kicking him in the nuts. “I
said no! I’m the one that makes the final decisions here and there is no
fucking way that I’m going to do that to Tyler.”

I had never seen Michael angry before,
but he was now. He looked like he was about to blow his top. He jabbed his
finger at me. “You’re going to sacrifice your career,
my fucking career
,
because that mother-fucking manwhore has worked his way in between your legs?
No fucking way. You don’t get to do that.”