Rock Star Ex (14 page)

“Eve,
it was one of the first songs I wrote when I was on the road.
 
I wrote it when I was missing you so bad and
all I had were memories to keep me going.
 
I’ve thought of that night, I don’t know, hundreds
of times.”

“Oh.”
 
She didn’t know what to say.
 
She hadn’t imagined him giving her so much as
a backwards glance in all this time.
 
Knowing
that he’d written a song based on a memory of her had been a shock.
 

He
smoothed the hair back from her face.
 
His
fingers ran all the way to the ends of the long strands and he scooted even
closer.
 
“Do you ever think of it?” he
asked, so softly.
 
If they hadn’t been close,
she would have missed it.

She
paused, hearing the many other questions within his question.
 
Their legs were tangled together now and his
arm was bringing her close to him, pulling her head to his chest.
  
Her body allowed itself to be pulled along
like a helpless rag doll, tired of fighting it.

 
“Do you?” he repeated in her ear, the warm
breath tickling her skin.

“Yes,”
she breathed, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

That
was all he needed.
 
He crushed his lips
to hers and thrust his tongue into her depths, tasting her, possessing her.
 
His hands were under the loose top she wore,
kneading the skin of her back.
 

Her hand
came around his waist and fisted in his shirt as she tried to steady herself
against the onslaught of passion.
 
All
her pent up desires sprang forth instantly and it was as if they were picking
up exactly where they’d left off in the video.
 
She molded her body to his.
 
Upon
feeling his erection she couldn’t help her pelvis thrusting itself harder
against him.
 
She stifled a groan.

                                    
                           
****

He
ran his lips over her neck and ears, finding the most sensitive spots before
moving back to her lips.
 
It felt like a
dream.
 
It was what he’d been dreaming
about for a long time: to be back with his Eve.
 
He gently cupped her face in one hand and then both, feeling her face in
them, and then brought their lips together again.

                                                            
****

Her
hand slipped beneath the band of his boxers to the top of the hard round muscle
of his butt, pulling on him, sealing him to her.
 
How good the firmness was. It made Eve want
to drool from the inside.
 
Suddenly Devon
was pulling at the hem of her top, lifting it free over her head, and she
didn’t resist.
 
His mouth and hands
claimed her breasts, licking and rubbing until she didn’t think she could take
anymore.
 
She lifted frantically at his
shirt.
 
He discarded it willingly and
then they were skin to skin.
 
Heartbeat
to heartbeat.
 
He kissed her again, their
tongues slipping against each other in a wild dance.

                                                           
****

Devon
didn’t know how much longer he could last.
 
She was responding to him with a passion she never had before and if he
couldn’t have her soon he thought he might explode.
 
He hiked her leg up over his side and then
slid his hand along the bottom of it to
cup
the bare
flesh of her buttock under the loose shorts she wore.
 
And then he couldn’t resist anymore.
 
His fingers sought what they’d only had a
taste of this afternoon.
 
He suppressed a
moan when he felt how wet she was, how swollen and soft.
 
She stiffened at the contact, and he was
relieved when she sighed into his mouth.
 
He stroked and rubbed all the folds of her opening, held wide now with
her leg over his side, while she squirmed in his arms.
 
He held her tight, wanting to feel all of her
against him, every gorgeous inch.

                                                    
        
****

Eve
struggled not to make a sound as Devon touched her and it was hard as
hell.
 
He found trigger point after
trigger point on her body, driving her higher and higher.
 
His fingers were circling, slipping madly
down there and she latched her teeth to his shoulder to stop from crying
out.
 
And then…oh!
 
He was inside her, probing her depths with
one and then two fingers.
 
Feeling her,
stretching her, getting her ready.
 
Her
hand moved from the back of his shorts to the front and she grasped his throbbing
shaft.
 
He stopped for a moment and
buried his face in her hair as she firmly stroked his full length.

She
couldn’t wait any more. The desperation was eating at her so ferociously.
 
He must have had the same thought because he
ripped her shorts down and off her body and then made short work of his
own.
 
He eased himself over her and
settled himself between her legs, and she knew she was way past the point of
return and then the warnings and worries went away as the head of his penis
buried itself in her entrance.
 
She ran
her hands down to his buttocks and pulled and he responded with more drive,
inserting his full length into her.

                                                             
****

God,
how he wanted to cry out, but he didn’t.
 
Instead he engaged Eve in another kiss to stifle them both.
 
She was so tight, so soft.
 
Her heat surrounded him and he was helpless
to stop himself as he drove in and out, in and out.
 
There wasn’t much room so they were small,
slow movements.
 
After time he buried his
full length into her and gave a final shove, wanting to be deep, deep within
her.
 
Ah, Eve.
 
Finally, finally he was with her again.
 
Everything that was happening in his life was
so much more than he could have hoped for.

                                                                 
****

The
pressure was building within her, a slow raging fire that wanted to get
out.
 
He was on top of her, his full
weight covering her deliciously.
 
He drove
deep inside her over and over again firmly and she didn’t think she could ever
get enough of him.
 
Her hands roamed his
body frantically.
 
Feeling every lean
muscle, firm muscle.
 
Her breasts felt
wonderful pressed up against him and his tongue did wicked things to her
neck.
 
She panted with pleasure.
 

He
rolled to the side and slipped out of her.
 
For a brief moment she wondered if something was wrong.
 
But he pulled up on her shoulder so she was
facing away from him and slipped his penis into her from behind, making her
gasp.
 
He wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her against him.
 
One hand kneaded
a breast and the other massaged her clitoris.
 
She came on barely his fourth thrust into her, and when he felt her
waves of constriction, he increased his rhythm to match until finally they were
coming together.

Chapter Six

They
arrived at the Pepsi Center in Denver at a little after three in the afternoon.
 
They would be sleeping on the bus tonight,
since they had gotten in late and were leaving after the concert tomorrow
night.
 
Devon had returned to his bunk
before the others stirred but he and Eve had stayed in each other’s arms as
they slept for several hours.
 
When he’d
gone she hadn’t been able to really sleep again.
 
The bunk had felt too empty.

Eve
did not know what had possessed her to do what she’d done.
 
How had she let herself fall prey to him
again?
 
He’s only going to hurt you again, s
he told herself.
 
You
have to be more careful.

She used
the neat little shower on the bus after she got up, around ten.
 
When she’d come back into the front lounge or
‘living room’ as she had come to think of it, he was sitting there with the
others on the couch, picking at his guitar.
 
It looked like they were getting ready to practice.
 
Shane had his drum kit out and Tommy and Drew
had their guitars.

“Morning,
Eve,” they’d said cheerfully.

“Good
morning,” she’d mumbled back.

“Coffee?”
 
Devon had asked, motioning casually to the
steaming cup of dark coffee, already made, on the counter.
 
He looked down at his guitar and then up at
her with a shy grin.
 
Her heart melted.
 
He must have made it for her while she was
finishing up in the bathroom.
 
She
mentally slapped herself.
 
This was how
it happened.
 
This is how it had happened
, she reminded herself.
 
She stirred cream and sugar into the cup and
frowned at the countertop.
 
After that
she’d escaped into the back lounge to work for the rest of the trip.

Around
five o’clock Clayton had popped in to announce that he’d hired a taxi van and
they were going out on the town to have some fun.
 
Everyone cheered, and Kate looked especially
bright as Clayton led her to the waiting car.
 
It was cooler in Denver than it had been at their last stops and Eve was
glad she’d brought a jacket with her.
 
Somehow Devon ended up sitting next to her and she couldn’t help
flushing at the contact between their sides on the short drive to 16
^th
street.

It
felt good to walk along the red-and-gray granite, tree-lined promenade.
 
It was lined with outdoor cafes, renovated
historic office buildings and shops.
 
Nobody
bothered them as they strolled.
 
The
reconnection with the world was refreshing after the chaos of the past few
days.
 
The men joked with each other as
they walked, passing some fountains and plazas, and Eve couldn’t help the
feeling that they were a family already.

Clayton
casually draped his arm around Kate’s shoulders as they walked at the front of
the group.

“We
going to eat somewhere around here, boss?” Drew asked.

“Follow
me,” Clayton said.
 
“I know a place.”

In a
few more blocks he turned them left down Market Street.
 
Soon they were in front of an avocado-green
brick building with a black canopy that said 1515 Restaurant.
 
They went inside the red doors to the
luxurious environment within.
 
Apparently
Clayton had reserved a table, because they were led right away to a private
dining room.
 
The walls were red brick,
the linens were crisp white and the chairs were a combination of dark wood and
chocolate brown leather.

Devon
pulled a chair out for her and she sat.
 
He eased himself next to her and slung his arm across the top of the
chair.
 
Although she liked the easy
familiarity of it, it bothered her that it was sending a signal to the rest of
the group.
 
She wasn’t ready to send
signals.
 
Right away Clayton ordered a
bottle of expensive wine.
 
As soon as the
wine was poured, he lightly clanged his knife against his wine glass and stood.

“I just
want to toast to our social media crew,” he said, holding his glass high.
 
“As of three o’clock Denver time, I checked
the video on YouTube of you guys playing
Midnight
Angel
on the bus and it already has over fifty thousand views.”

They
all started to clap but Clayton held out his hand to pause them.
 
“That’s not all.
 
Our followers on Facebook have tripled in the
short time they’ve been with us, not to mention the tens of thousands of hits
on the Arsenal Web page and the multiple likes, comments and shares on the
pictures and videos they’ve posted as well.”

The
band started to whoop and clap but Clayton again held out his hands to stop
them.
 
“Hold on, there’s more.”

They went
quiet once again.
 
Clayton stopped to
capture every single one of them in his gaze.
 
“As of today,” he said in a low voice, “every single venue you are
playing at, starting tomorrow, is completely
sold out
.”
 
A broad smile lit
his face but they continued to stare at him in silence.
 
“Okay, now you can clap,” he said.