Romance: Rockstar Romance: Rock My World (A Bad Boy Rock Star and a College Girl Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Second Chance Romance) (13 page)

“Let me give you a ride home,” he said.

I nodded happily. 

He escorted me back to the car and helped me
into
the passenger seat, where the towel from before waited for me.  I happily
dabbed
as much water from my skin as I could.  John was just as soaked as I, and I laughed seeing him dripping wet. 

“Oh, like you’re much better,” he said.

I slapped him playfully on the arm.  Then he started the truck, or should I say tried to
start
the truck. 

“I hoped this wouldn’t happen tonight.  I’ve needed to get that battery fixed for a while.”

I laughed as the dome light in the truck clicked off.  He didn’t see the humor in it at
first, but
laughter is contagious.  We sat in his truck, staring at the rain as it continued to pour down on, making loud ting sounds on the metal roof of his
truck
. 

In the
semi-silence,
we basked in one another’s company.  Then the rain started slowing.

“I was going to talk to you at the party, last week,” he said.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Because you disappeared before I could,” he replied.

“I was beyond embarrassed.”

“Well, I thought it was cute.  If you had stayed, things might have been different,” he said.

“I’m here now,” I said.

He leaned toward me and kissed me on the cheek, however unexpected.  I felt a little giddy that he’d be so forward. 

“What was that for?” I asked.

“It was the easiest way to say I’m sorry,” he replied.

He leaned in for another
kiss,
and I gave him his prize.  He
really
was a good kisser.  I pushed him away.

“I don’t want to be your girl for just tonight,” I said.

He leaned back and thought for a moment.

“Then be my girl for tomorrow, too,” he said.

“Why me?  You could have any girl on campus, so why me?” I asked.

“I felt a spark from our first kiss.  I didn’t think much of it at first, but as the night has worn on, I can’t stop thinking about it.  You think I forgot about you after you helped me register for classes, but I remembered.  When I wanted to say hello at my parties, you were always talking
with
that other guy, Craig.  So, I’d back off. 

“When you were alone at my party last Friday I might have tossed the ball at you on purpose,” he said.

I smiled at the thought of John being shy by any means.  I wondered if anyone else had seen this side of him before.  I blushed, horribly.  As I did, the rain started to let up.

“You know, there’s a nice little place just up the road where you get a great view of the stars on a clear night.  Maybe I can take you there.”

He leaned in for another kiss.  I bit my lower
lip
and opened the car door.  The light sprinkle of rain was nothing to walk
out to
.  John eased out of the driver’s seat to join me. 

I took his hand and led him down the road.  We talked
of
things we liked, and of the dreams we have of the future. 
He was more interesting when he opened up to me.
  It felt like I had never known him until now. 

His smile was bewildering.  Whenever I saw him smile, I swooned.  And, he would grip my hand tighter whenever I did, and I would respond in kind. 

When we arrived at the spot I wanted to show him, I wished that we could have continued walking.  But, all the same, I led him from the road and down into a thicket of bushes and trees.  John followed excitedly.

The area was soaked, and the trees still dripped from the
down pour
. It was beautiful to see the dripping water twinkle in the
moonlight
while the stars dotted the skies.

I looked up at the night sky, but John wasn’t interested in that.  He kissed me on the neck, and again on the cheek.  I could feel my heart quicken with each touch, and each caress.

I turned to his
lips,
and he pressed passionately.  I didn’t want the kiss to end.  His powerful arms held me close by the small of my back.  My wet dress clung tightly to me, but he didn’t mind getting a little wet.  Not after what we’d already
been through
.

He pulled the zipper on the back of my dress as far as it could go; the dress was so heavy with water that it didn’t want to stay
on
me much longer.  It fell to the wet ground, and I stood there in the moonlight for him to enjoy.  He stepped away to take in the full sight of me, and I tried to shy away.  John just pulled me back close and gave me another kiss.

I tugged at the buttons
to
his shirt, easing them loose, one by one.  His hands caressed up my back and pulled at the strap of my bra.  He was skilled, as it came undone quickly.  With
little
care, he pulled the garment from my chest, exposing my curvaceous breasts to the
cool
evening air. 

He took one of my fleshy mounds into his hand and played with it softly.  I moaned with pleasure as he did.  I continued my task of removing his shirt, which gave way soon after.  John helped me pull it from his muscled chest. 

I ran a finger down his toned
mid-section
, feeling ever little bump with pride.  He smiled down at me and kissed me on the neck again.  

I unfastened his slacks and pried them from his hips, along with the tight boxer briefs he had on underneath.  As I pushed the garments down to his
ankles,
I came face to face with his manhood.  I wrapped a hand around
it,
and it throbbed as I stroked up and down.  He moaned in the darkness as I did. 

Seeing an opportunity I couldn’t pass up, I took him into my mouth, eliciting more excited moans from him.  He was bigger than average, certainly
bigger
than I was used to.  I took as much of his member into my mouth as I could and massaged its length with my tongue. 

He pulled on my hair as I did, and I liked the rough feeling.  I continued for a
while,
and he continued to moan.  But, before long he pulled me to my feet. 

“Ladies first,” he said.

He pulled my underwear off with a single quick stroke of his
hand,
and I stood naked before him.  I felt my sex begin to drip down my leg.  He picked me up and laid me on my back in the grass.

The cold, wet ground sent shivers up my spine.  I quivered with excitement and John was eager to begin.  He kissed down my stomach, and then down my thigh. 
Every kiss made my heart beat stronger.
 

His lips then settled on my dripping sex.  I moaned from the sensation.  His tongue licked along my slit then nestled on my clit.  I gasped for breath and bucked my hips as he continued his assault against my delicate womanhood. 

Familiar sensations began to build in my stomach, and I could feel myself close to release.  He showed no signs of stopping, and in one passionate moment I felt my muscles tense up and explode into an orgasm.  For a moment I laid on the grass, enjoying the satisfaction that followed. 

John wasn’t close to
done,
though.  He kissed up my belly and tickled my exposed nipples with his tongue.  I was still turned on from
before,
and my body begged to
be held
tightly again.

He pulled himself on top of me, and I felt small again.  I couldn’t believe what was happening, and I didn’t want it to end.  I could feel his throbbing member pushing at my
tender
opening.  He rubbed along my still wet sex, and the sensations continued to drive me wild. 

Then he started pressing into me; making me tense up again.  My hands dug into the
ground,
and my thighs wrapped tightly around his waist.  His beast continued to invade me, further and further.  I thought I might explode any second, and still he continued.

I felt his pelvis crash into mine.  The feeling I’d had before was slowly beginning to return.  It grew greater as he started pumping, at first slowly, but then faster.  I once again lost my mind to the
mingling
sensations, and his perfect
manhood
having his way with me. 

He grabbed my hair and started becoming rough, and I begged for more.  I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy
it
as I’d never tried it before. 

The feelings continued to grow again in the pit of my stomach until I felt another release escape.  This one stronger than the last; and I screamed in the darkness.  John must have enjoyed my outcry because I felt him explode inside me.  He moaned into my chest and collapsed beside me.

I was covered in sweat and out of breath, John wasn’t much better.  I rolled over and put my arm around him.  He was warm, and only then did I realize how truly cold it was outside. 

While I lied over his chest, I listened to his heartbeat.  It was an excited
tune
.  I could have listened to it all night long, but my exhaustion set in, and I slipped into a satisfied slumber.

8.

“Seriously, Tess.  I’m
really
sorry about last night,” Craig said.

“It’s fine!  I managed to have fun.  How did things go with you and Jane?”

“Better than I thought.  We’re going on another date tomorrow night,” he said.

“I knew you two would be great together,” I
said
with a smile.

I still hadn’t fully recovered from the previous night.  I had caught a cold in the evening, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

“Really, how did you get home?” he asked.

“John gave me a ride,” I replied.

“But, didn’t you tell me that his car broke down?” he wondered.

“You’re right,” I laughed.

I didn’t know how to tell him that I wasn’t talking about a ride in his car.  But, really that didn’t matter that much. 

My phone vibrated, and I read the text message that
was scrawled
across the front.  It was from John.

“Can’t wait till tonight,
this time,
I pick the place.”

I
smiled,
and I could feel my heart skip a beat. 

“Who’s that?” Craig asked.

“That’s none of your business,” I said, “but if you must know, it was John.”

Craig winked at me.

“It’s just a study session,” I said, trying to conceal my smile.

Craig just laughed.  We would always be best friends, and I was glad that we could both be happy.

*****

THE END

''Welcome back son,'' Limonov said. He threw his arms around his son and hugged him. Milan Igorevich had just returned from college after having graduated in economics.

''Hi pa,'' Milan said. He stepped back and looked at the Palm Breeze Casino. His father had made some alterations since Milan had last seen it. ''Making money I see,'' he said.

''Making a fortune son and it's all gonna be yours one day. Come
on, the
guys are waiting for you,'' Limonov said.

Milan followed him up the steps and through the glass and chrome revolving door.

''Welcome back sir,'' the doorman said when they arrived in the foyer. Milan noticed the whole interior had received a makeover. The carpet was
maroon,
and his shoes seemed to disappear in the deep pile. In the middle of the foyer, the logo of his father's business had been woven in yellow into the maroon material. Everywhere Milan saw gold chrome and members of staff in yellow and maroon uniforms.

''Jeez dad, you've gutted the place,'' Milan said.

''It needed it son. As you know, this is the fourth casino in our
portfolio,
and we needed to have it looking as luxurious as the others.''

''Well you certainly succeeded in doing that,'' Milan replied as they walked through a large hall full of slot machines. A group of well-dressed young women who were obviously in the casino on a hen night turned their heads and followed Milan as he moved past them. One of them let out a wolf whistle which made him smile. He was used to it. Why some women were offended by being whistled at in the street he had no
idea; he
loved it. It happened so often to
him; he
didn't know which sex was the worst perpetrator, men or women.

They walked through another room, which housed the serious gambling tables for roulette and blackjack, and walked down a small corridor to the offices.

''Welcome home,'' they all shouted when Milan and his father entered the office.

''Hi guys. Nice reception,'' Milan said. He looked at them, his father's warriors. Vladimir, Dima, Valentin and Toni. They'd worked for his dad for more years that he could remember. Each of them had his own task in Limonov's business. Vladimir was in charge of narcotics, Dima protection, Valentin money laundering, and Toni, who was Italian, saw to it that the Russian's and Italian didn't come to blows by trespassing on each other's territories. Each of them was dressed in a sharp suit with pressed shirt and blue tie. Limonov wouldn't tolerate scruffy employees.  The only person who was missing was
Dmitri,
who'd been shot two months earlier. He was in charge of the casinos and one evening when he was ejecting a rowdy gambler the man had pulled a gun on him and shot him dead. While Limonov bemoaned the loss of any of his men, Dmitri's death had solved a  problem for him. It had created an instant opening for his son who was just about to graduate.

''Congratulations on your triumphs,'' Vladimir said. ''An economics degree and a the US college boxing champion, not bad for a snotty kid from St Petersberg,'' he joked.

''Hey watch it,'' Milan said, you're not too big to put over my knee.

''Toni
get
Jessie to bring us some champagne,'' Limonov said. ''Sit down son, in the chair behind the desk. This is your office now. You're the boss here.''

Milan sat down in the leather office chair and looked at the men around him. Now, at last, he felt part of the team. As a young boy he'd watched these men meeting at the
house,
he lived in with his mom and
dad,
and they'd become his heroes. They were guys he wanted to emulate because they commanded respect wherever they went. They were tough and took no prisoners in their approach to business.

When someone knocked at the door, Vladimir opened it. Milan's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was tall and dark, her hair so shiny it  reflected the light above her. Her eyes were oval and more sensual than any female eyes he'd ever looked into. His eyes took in her body, her large breasts and the curve of her hips as they pushed against her skirt. Further down he noticed how smooth and bronzed her legs were.

''Champagne sir,'' she said to Limonov.

''Yes put it on the desk in front of my son,'' he replied.

She walked to the desk and put the tray on the desk. As she bent
forward,
Milan smiled at the sight of the tops of her breasts through the gap in her blouse. ''Congratulations on your graduation and your boxing title,'' she said as began to open the bottle.

''Thank you. I'm Milan,'' he said.

''Jessie,'' she replied. ''Shit,'' she exclaimed as she cut herself on the wire around the bottle top. It was the first time that had ever happened. She'd opened thousands of bottles and not once had she ever had an accident. She knew why it had happened, though. She'd been concentrating on Milan and not what she was doing. How could she concentrate, when six feet four of solid muscle was looking at her breasts, she thought.

''Here let me help,'' Milan said. He stood up and took her hand in his. He felt inside his jacket and found a clean handkerchief which he wrapped around the cut finger. ''There, that should keep it clean for a while.''

She looked into his eyes. They were Mediterranean blue. The scent which drifted from him made her want him in her bed. She felt the warmth rising from her neck to her cheeks. ''Thanks,'' she said.

When she was gone, Milan was unable to concentrate on the conversation. ''Milan's miles away,'' Dima said. ''I think Jessie's charmed him.''

''She charms us all,'' Limonov said. ''So beautiful,'' he added shaking his head in disbelief.

''Who is she pop?'' Milan asked.

''Remember Ronnie, the butcher?''

''Yes, the guy who saved your life when you'd been shot and were lying in the street.''

''Yes. It's his daughter. He
died,
and I promised him I would look after her.''

''Jesus. He was short and fat, how could he have a daughter like her?'' Milan asked.

''His wife was an Italian bombshell. Jessie's the spitting image of her.''

While Milan poured the
champagne,
his thoughts wandered to the beautiful butcher's daughter.

*****

''Get off me you asshole,'' Jessie screamed as
Dritan
pulled her from the sofa by her hair. ''You're a bully, leave me alone.'' She tried to push him
away,
but he was far too powerful for her. He looked like the thug he was. His head was
shaven,
and his eyes pointed in slightly different directions.

He pulled her onto the floor and knelt on her, his knee cap pushing painfully into her stomach. ''I've told you before, nobody finishes with me. Least of all a tramp like you. Now say sorry.''

It was her evening
off,
and Jessie had told him once more that she didn't want to be his girlfriend. As usual, he'd exploded. She been trying to finish their volatile relationship for weeks, but each time she mentioned it he flew into a rage, scaring her into silence.

''No, I won't. It's
over
this time,'' she hissed as his knee pushed further into her soft belly.  The slap that followed stung her face and caused some blood to flow from her nose. The punch that followed that caused her eye to swell. She began to cry.

''Stop your crying. Tell me you're sorry,'' he said.

''Sorry, please don't hit me anymore,'' she sobbed. He threatened to punch her
again
and she turned her face away, but he'd had enough and stood up. He picked up his car keys from the coffee table and left the apartment.

Jessie pulled herself up by the sofa and hobbled to the bathroom. Her stomach was on
fire,
and she got
little
relief when she threw up in the toilet. She ran the cold tap and began to dab the places on her face that hurt the most. When she looked in the mirror, she was black and blue.

''You've got to finish it,'' she said to herself. ''He's gonna kill you.''

An hour later
Dritan
phoned and cried down the line. ''I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me. You know how wound up I
get sometimes
, forget it. Let's carry on as normal.''

She agreed because she was too tired to argue and feared another wild beating.

*****

Dritan
walked into the casino and changed a hundred thousand in cash for chips. It was a large
amount,
but it didn't concern security, they were used to him. Invariably he blew the lot in an evening, and on the odd occasion he was able to beat the house, he lost it again another day.

Since the argument with Jessie he'd drunk half a bottle of vodka and
he
was in the mood to gamble, a lot. After he had
lost
twenty grand on the roulette
table,
he swore at the croupier who ignored him. It wasn't the first time
Dritan
had sworn at him.
Dritan
walked to the blackjack table and sat down. After twenty minutes he was another twenty grand down.

''I don't fucking believe it,''
Dritan
said as another hand, and three grand was lost. ''You're fucking cheating,'' he said as he pulled the croupier to him by the collar on her blouse. Such was the strength of his grip he tore two buttons from it, exposing her bra.

''That's enough,'' a security man behind him said. He placed his hand on
Dritan's
shoulder in an attempted to pull him from his seat.
Dritan
had other ideas
thought
and flipped the man over onto his back and placed his foot on his neck. The security guard began to turn blue as he struggled to remove
Dritan's
foot.

The punch to the side of
Dritan's
face knocked him five yards and rendered him unconscious.

''Who's this?'' Milan asked.

''
Dritan
Polyakov,'' the security guard gasped. ''Albanian.''

''Let's get him out of here,'' Milan said. They picked him up and carried him through the casino and put him down in the flower bed opposite the casino. ''He's banned. Put his name on the list,'' Milan ordered the doorman when the re-entered the casino.

''He loses a hell of a lot of money here,'' the doorman said.

''I don't care. This is a casino, not a saloon bar in the Wild West,'' Milan asserted.

When
Dritan
woke up, his suit was covered in foliage and yellow dye from the plants he'd been lying on. He had a swollen face and a splitting headache. He picked himself up and walked to a taxi that was waiting outside the casino.

''No I'm not taking you anywhere. You'll get yellow stuff all over my car,'' the taxi driver said.

''Drive me or I'll rip your fucking head off,''
Dritan
threatened. When the taxi driver dropped Dritan off outside Jessie's apartment
Dritan
paid him and got out.

When Jessie didn't open the door, Dritan used the key he'd forced her to give him. When he slid under the covers behind her, she moved to the other side of the bed, out of his way.

''Come on, I'm horny,'' he said the next morning when they woke up. He put a hand across to her and groped her breasts.

''You hit me last night. My face is sore. I don't want to make love to you. I'm getting up.''

Sated
by his aggression toward her the previous evening, he rolled onto his back and looked at the ceiling. ''Okay. Tonight then,'' he said.

Jessie almost fainted when she saw her face in the mirror. The morning sun was flooding through the bathroom window and highlighted every bruise and mark he'd made.

''How the hell am I going to hide this,'' she asked herself. After she'd showered, she took her makeup bag and tried her best to cover up the damage. She was reasonably satisfied with the result.

The casino hadn't opened when Jessie arrived at eleven. It opened at one, but Jessie usually had a couple of hours preparation work to do before hand. She used the electronic keypad to enter via the employees entrance and went to the locker room. She took off her coat and hung it in her locker.

''Jessie,'' Milan said when she was walking  over the empty casino floor on her way to
office
the hostesses used.

''Hi sir,'' she replied.

''Milan, not sir,'' he said. ''Wow, what happened to you?'' he asked. She was devastated to see that her efforts to cover up her injuries had been in vain. She'd been mistaken in thinking that she'd hidden them sufficiently well. It was obvious to anyone that something had happened to her. ''It's okay,'' he said when he saw a tear roll down her cheek. ''Come with me. Tell me what happened.'' He escorted her to his office and sat her down on the sofa.