Rock Star Wedding (3 page)

Naysa shook her head to clear her thoughts
and having agreed to some minor adjustments to the dress, hurriedly
picked up her oversized hobo bag. She knew if she stayed in her
mother’s shop much longer she’d either say the wrong thing, or her
mother, with bloodhound like instincts would sense her daughter’s
unhappiness.

“Naysa?” The tone was soft and inquiring.

Damn, I almost got away.
Naysa turned
away from the door her brow raised in inquiry.

“What’s going on with you? Why are you such
an unhappy bride? I thought you wanted to marry Twist?” Mrs. Park
soothed, much as she had when Naysa had her childhood boo-boos.
Naysa’s response hadn’t changed. Her mother’s arms held her
securely as she released tears she’d been stifling for weeks. Her
mother patted her back until finally Naysa’s weeping dwindled down
to an occasional shuddery hiccup.

“Naysa, do you love Twist?”

“Yes, Mom, with all my heart.”

“Does he love you?”

Naysa chewed her lip. “At one point I thought
he did, but now, I don’t know. He’s never told me and he didn’t
really ask me to marry him.”

Mrs. Park shook her head. “He’s hardly the
type to be doing anything he doesn’t want to do.”

“I don’t know mama. Who knows why Twist does
anything? I mean, his whole family is crazy. I think he does love
me, but for some reason he doesn’t want to say it. I guess he’s a
coward.” Heat rose under her skin as she considered that statement.
“Why in the hell am I marrying a man that can’t even tell me he
loves me?”
And who’s really the coward here?
He won’t say
he loves me, and I’m too scared to ask. Pathetic!

All too familiar with the signs of her
daughter’s flaming temper Mrs. Park lay a calming hand on her
shoulder. “Now, Naysa, calm down...”

Naysa brushed her hand away grabbing her bag
in the same motion. She paused, trying to think of something to
say. Finally she gave up and turned to storm out of the shop.

Mrs. Park studied the still-vibrating door
for a moment, then moved back to the sewing table. She’d hear about
the results of this situation eventually. No point in stressing
about it now. She chuckled to herself as she considered Naysa’s
appearance. Was that a
stain
on her suede mini-skirt?
Obviously the girl hadn’t looked in a mirror for a while. Any man
who could distract Naysa from her appearance was the right man for
her. She could only hope he had enough sense to fix this before
Naysa gave up on him.

***

Exhausted from her long day Naysa had
intended to drive directly home as she left her mother’s shop.
Instead she found herself speeding towards the studio where she
knew Storm Crow was laying down some tracks for their new album.
Callie and Bryan had returned from their honeymoon several weeks
before and the band was catching up. As she climbed out of her car
she had no idea why she had come to the studio, she just knew she
had to see Twist right away. She brushed past the production staff
in the booth and entered the studio where the band was playing.

Taken aback by her sudden appearance, all the
bandmembers halted what they were doing. Twist immediately rushed
over to her.

“Honey, what’s wrong? Are you okay, did you
have an accident?” That was the only conclusion he could draw from
her disheveled state. Her hair was mussed, her makeup was smeared
and her clothes looked as though they’d been worn for several days.
Naysa looked...strange.

“No Twist, I didn’t have an accident.” She
took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Do you love me?”

Twist stared at her in bemusement.
“What?”

“Do. You. Love. Me?” Naysa snapped off each
word, her lips pursed for emphasis. “It’s a simple question Twist.
It only requires a yes or no answer.”

Twist paled so much the freckles on his face
stood out like specks of copper against his angular cheekbones. He
looked around the room uneasily at his bandmates. “Sweetheart,
can’t we discuss this at home tonight?”

Naysa crossed her arms. “That’s my answer,
huh? I guess that’s why you never proposed. What were going to do,
throw it back in my face some day? I can just hear you now every
time we have a fight.” She mimicked him, something she knew he
hated. “Well, I never asked you to marry me anyway.”

“Naysa, what in the hell—”

“I’m not marrying you, Twist!”

“What? The wedding’s Saturday—”

Naysa cut him off. “Twist, I’m not marrying a
man who doesn’t love me, and hasn’t even proposed!” She turned and
charged back out the door leaving the production crew staring in
her wake.

Twist stood in the middle of the floor,
drumsticks in his hand, struck speechless for only the second time
in his life. He turned to Jon who leaned against the wall, arms
across his chest.

Jon paused for a second, then shook his head
at Twist as if he were a particularly slow-witted child. “Man, you
are so screwed.”

Chapter Five

Twist could hardly swallow past the sick
panic rising in his throat. He’d already checked the bridal shop
only to find it closed for the night. He didn’t dare go to Mrs.
Park’s home. Naysa told her mother everything and he’d be lucky if
his death would be enough to satisfy her. Somehow he doubted it,
and feared a horrific mutilation at her hands. Instead he steered
his vintage roadster toward Malibu and the house he and Naysa had
shared sporadically for the past few years. She probably wouldn’t
be there, but at least he would be at home and have a chance to
regroup without the whole damned band looking at him as if he were
still the stupid kid who had joined the band years before. He
pulled his car into the driveway, surprised to see Naysa’s SUV
already parked there. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? Unless she
was in the process of burning the place down, of course. She was
probably packing her things, but at least she hadn’t started a
bonfire with his clothes. Yet. He lingered in his car for a moment,
trying to gather his thoughts. Then, motivated by the urgency of
the situation he hurried into the house, only pausing briefly to
consider if Naysa’s daily bouts with Tae Bo qualified her as a
martial arts expert. It didn’t really matter. If ever in his life
he’d deserved an ass-whupping it was now.

He initially started up the stairs to their
bedroom, then noted that the French doors to the deck were open.
Naysa had always loved the ocean at night, and he breathed a sigh
of relief when he found her sitting on the steps watching the
waves. Even her clothes helped reassure him. Forced by her job as a
stylist to always be perfectly coifed, Naysa loved nothing more
than to come home and slide into a miniscule tank top and a pair of
cut-off jeans. Surely she wouldn’t look so relaxed and comfortable
if she was leaving him? He paused again, wondering what he could
say to rectify this mess.

Sensing Twist’s presence Naysa spoke up. “You
know, I’m really going to miss this. I can’t afford Malibu on my
salary.”

Twist eased down beside her on the steps.
“You don’t have to you know.”

“Yeah, I do, if I’m to have any respect for
myself. Sorry about that scene down at the studio. I was really mad
at myself for not telling you to fuck-off that night at the
barbecue. It’s not your fault -- ” Naysa turned to face him.

Twist cut her off. “Not my fault? The whole
damned thing is my fault.”

“It really doesn’t matter one way or another.
We should’ve been done a long time ago.”

Twist fought the renewed panic her words
brought. “Naysa, I know I blew it, but that’s no reason to ditch
us. It’s not like I haven’t screwed up before. But how could you
ever think I don’t love you?”

“Gee, I dunno. Maybe because you never told
me.” Naysa retorted.

Genuinely bewildered Twist continued. “But I
thought you knew. Jesus woman, I’ve been with you for six years
now, what do you think that means?”

“It could mean almost anything. Maybe you
just like the convenience.”

“Convenient? You?” Twist couldn’t contain a
short bark of laughter. “Only a nutjob like me would ever want to
live with you.”

Naysa was momentarily miffed, and tilted her
nose in the air to show her disdain for his humor. Then she sighed.
She couldn’t dispute his comment, besides that wasn’t really the
point. “Twist, sometimes you just have to say the words, okay?”

“Naysa, its always been you.” Twist’s said
vehemently. Then he lowered his head and murmured something too
softly for Naysa to hear.

“What did you say?”

Twist looked up. Naysa gasped when she saw
the raw emotion burning in his beautiful green eyes. “I said it has
only been you.”

Naysa brow furrowed as she pondered that
statement.
Its only been you.
What the hell did that mean?
Just as she was about to ask, her eyes widened as comprehension
dawned. That couldn’t be true. Could it?

“Twist you don’t have to start lying,. Do you
really expect me to believe you haven’t been with anyone else?” She
asked.

Twist moved to get up. “You know I’m not a
liar, Naysa. Why the hell would I make up such a thing?”

Naysa grabbed his leg, holding him in place.
She knew Twist wasn’t a liar. Even when it would be better to lie
he always told the direct blunt truth. “But all those
groupies—”

Twist dropped back down on the deck. “Naysa,
I was a kid when I joined the band. The guys didn’t know it, but
they knew I was pretty young. They wouldn’t let me be a part of
that scene. Besides, those chicks scared the hell out of me. By the
time I was old enough...” He shrugged. “By then, I had you.”

“But Twist, we’ve always been kind of shaky.
During our breakups I thought you’d -- ”

He shook his head. “I thought about it, but
usually I’d be so goddamned miserable I never got around to it.
It’s not like we stayed mad for very long.” He rubbed his toe in
the sand. “Now do you believe I love you? Will you marry me?”

A bright smile split her face as Naysa flung
herself into Twist’s arms. Twist wrapped her in a bear grip. “By
the way Naysa, if you tell a living soul, especially your mother,
I’m burning all your clothes.” Naysa gasped. “And your makeup.”

Naysa moved back to stare at him, aghast. “My
makeup?” She squeaked. “Why don’t you just shoot me in the head?”
She asked, only half-jokingly.

“Yes, your makeup. If this gets out I’ll
never live it down. Even Thad would make fun of me. I know it’s
hard to believe but Thad’s not a virgin.”

They continued their embrace, both almost
giddy with relief. But Naysa was still puzzled. “Twist, if you were
a virgin when we met, how did you get so, well, good?”

Twist smiled smugly. “Oh, so I’m good, am
I?”

Naysa punched his shoulder. “You know you
are. I’ve been whupped for a while.”

Twist rubbed the spot where she’d struck him.
Damn, she had learned something in Tae Bo. “I guess I was just
really motivated. I figured if I focused on you, everything would
be okay.” He grinned, then leaned over pressing his lips softly
against hers. “Matter of fact, I’m feeling pretty motivated right
now.”

Naysa rose quickly from the deck, the
previous giddiness had evolved into outright laughter. “Last one up
goes down!” She gasped running towards the stairs to their
bedroom.

Twist took his time following her into the
house, after all, he really liked going down.

***

Slowed as she was by her laughter, Twist had
no trouble catching Naysa halfway up the stairs. Halting her with a
gentle tackle from behind he kissed the curve of her neck softly
before turning her over. Naysa grabbed the stair rail to brace
herself in her tenuous position beneath Twist. He paused for a
moment and their eyes met. The sensuous expression on her face
encouraged him to continue what he was doing, and he quickly joined
his mouth to hers.

As their tongues mated, Twist slid one hand
over her breast, pausing to tease the erect nipple into even
greater hardness. Pleased with Naysa’s moaned response he allowed
his hand to continue its journey to her thigh. Easing her cut-offs
and panties aside he found her soft folds. He couldn’t contain his
own groan when he felt the wetness that indicated her readiness for
him. He quickly slid down her body and slid his palms behind her
knees, easing her legs apart.

“You don’t know how much I love this,” Twist
said, his lips lightly kissing her inner thigh. “The way you
taste.” Another kiss, higher. “I thought...” His hands gently
nudged her legs further apart. “Of how you smell when we...” A
light lick, on the inside of her thigh. “Come together...” The
scent of her arousal rose compelling him to move further up to the
center of her pleasure.

Naysa shuddered. Twist’s head was nestled
between her thighs now, the tickling sensation of his hair brushing
against her sensitive inner thighs only increased her pleasure. The
first kiss to her wetness startled her in its reverence. When his
tongue slid against her againshe gasped and released her tenuous
hold on the rail. They began to slide down the stairs. Twist paused
and then reached up wrapping her hand firmly around a spindle.

“You’d better hold on.” His hands slipped
beneath her hips. “I wouldn’t want you to break your sweet ass. Not
to mention your neck.” Then deciding that her cut-offs were too
much of an obstruction, he lifted her hips and slid the shorts and
her panties off in one motion. With her hips still raised in the
air Twist leaned forward and feasted on her sweetness. He slid his
tongue into her slowly easing his way down her slit. His mouth
pressed gently on her, hands flexing on her legs. And then he
started to move, placing small butterfly kisses on the lips, on her
clitoris, in her hair. He slowly and softly sucked her clitoris,
while his fingers slid in and out of her moist opening.