My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) (7 page)

He pushed his cock, slick and hot with my juices,
into my anal opening. He went slow, taking his time as he again played with my
clit. Once he got going, it was a cross between a slight bit of pain and
excruciating pleasure. I had to bite down on the pillow in front of me to keep
from screaming.

I had never felt anything like it and all I could
think was that I wanted more.

He continued to move slowly, allowing me to become
accustomed to the feeling; he seemed delighted by the deep guttural utterances
coming from my body. I sounded alien to my own ears. He slipped his hand up to
my breast and groped it as I started getting more into it; I began to push back
against him. That encouraged him to increase his speed and, once he did, he
encircled my chest with his arm and he drew my body back towards him. As he
quickened his pace, he twisted and pulled at my clit and pressed against it
with his thumb. I was writhing and shaking. He slid a hand up my body and
tilted my head slightly so that his mouth could reach mine. He let his tongue
delve into my mouth as he thrust up deeply inside of me, grunted loudly, and
came. I groaned and shuddered as another orgasm enveloped me.

“Fuck,” we moaned in unison.

As his grip on me loosened, I collapsed forward onto
the bed. Tristan fell against me and after a few seconds, he moved off of me to
one side. He still had his eyes closed as I snuggled up next to him and laid my
head against his chest. First, I could feel his heart beat as his chest rose
and fell rapidly. Then, I could feel the change in his breathing as it went
from desperate and ragged gasps to the calm and even breathing of someone in a
peaceful slumber. I closed my eyes and in seconds, I was asleep as well.

CHAPTER
TEN

TRISTAN

I woke up with a screaming headache and a long
strand of dark hair across my face. I moved the hair and then realized I had a
strand in my mouth as well. Once I pulled it out, I realized that there
shouldn’t be any long, dark hair in my face at all.

Shit! I fell asleep and let her spend the night.

Never mind that she was the best piece of ass I’d
had in years—I didn’t want her getting all emotional and attached and thinking
this was anything more than it was: an occasional, mind-blowing fuck. I didn’t
have the patience for all that other shit that women wanted. The first thing
they always tried to do was change me. Subtle little hints that they thought I
drank too much or maybe snort too much coke. I’d gone through all of that shit
first with my grandma, and then with that bitch of a manager we had back in the
day. They thought rehab would
fix me
,
but I never thought that I was broken. I tried it their way for a while,
wanting to please everyone, but no matter what I did, someone always wanted
more. I finally decided that the only person I needed to answer to was
myself
, and that I didn’t have a problem with alcohol or
drugs; they were the ones with the problem.

I looked over at the dark haired beauty asleep next
to me. She was a surprise all right.
I
would have
thought this one would have been meek and shy, but once she got fired up she
was wild-cat in the sack. I liked that, but I still didn’t want her thinking
this was going to be a
relationship
or some stupid shit like that. They were all the same, and once she thought she
had a right, she’d be on my back like the rest of them. I pulled my arm out
from underneath her too fast, nearly rolling her off onto the floor.

She jerked her big eyes open and looked at me. It
took her a few seconds to remember where she was, I think. She looked at me and
then around the room, all disoriented, then suddenly she smiled.

That wasn’t a good sign. The next thing she’d want
to do was talk and
ask
me, “Where is this going?” Fuck
that. This was going nowhere, but I wasn’t in the mood to have that
conversation. It was time for the little vixen to go home.

“Good morning,” she said in a sleepy voice. I felt
my cock twitch at the sound of it, but I had to ignore the horny bastard and
let my upper head stay in control of this one.

“Hey,” I said. “You should be getting home.” I
didn’t see the point in dragging it out.

She looked at me like I had suddenly grown an extra
head right in front of her, or like I’d punched her in the gut.
I
guess she’d never been kicked out first thing in the
morning before. She didn’t look like the type of girl to have many one night
stands. I knew it was different with me. Girls got into that
groupie
mode and, naughty or nice, they
wanted to fuck me. I was trying to be nice. It would have been worse if I’d
fucked her again and then kicked her out, right?

“You want me to go?” she asked, struggling to unwrap
herself from the sheets and sit up.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said. I don’t think I sounded
sorry, but whatever. “I have some rehearsing to do today. Big week, you know.
I’m a finalist.” I tried the last part with a grin. I think it fell flat.

She narrowed her eyes at me and said, “Yeah, I
know.”

To her credit, she was at least not one of those
that clung and cried. She pulled her fine ass self-up out of bed and with her
head held high, she stormed naked out into the living room. I hopped up and
followed her for no other reason than my own amusement. I stood in the doorway
watching as she got dressed. She was so hot that for a second, I wondered if
she’d do a line with me if I asked. Then we could have some more of that
mind-numbing sex. Then I remembered that I only had a little left; I didn’t
really want to share.

She had on her jeans and once she finished putting
on her shirt she bent down to pick up her purse. I was trying to think of
something nice to say so she didn’t think I was a total dick. I finally decided
that it didn’t really matter. I honestly didn’t care if she thought I was a
dick or not. I watched her leave, slamming the door behind her without as much
as a good-bye. Oh well, I thought as I went to find my jeans and fish the vial
out of the pocket.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

ELLY

We were off on Monday, which turned out to be a good
thing. Once I’d gotten home from Tristan’s and showered, scrubbing every inch
of my body twice, I didn’t really have the energy or the motivation to do
anything but lay in my bed the rest of the day. The rest of the crew was
gearing up to start heading out East and those of us staying behind would be
free for a month and a half or so.

While I wallowed in my bed, Susie knocked a few
times but I ignored her. I knew she meant well, but she was going to want to
know how things went and I wasn’t in the mood to either lie or admit what a
skank I had become. I couldn’t believe that I was actually having sex with a
guy like that. If you put aside the fact that he was Tristan Rogers and once
upon a time he was famous, there was really nothing else there. He was
obviously self-centered, from the looks of his place he was both broke and a
slob, I was sure he was an alcoholic, and I suspected that he was using a lot
of drugs as well. What the hell was I thinking even going over there in the
first place? I never should’ve gone to the bar the first night.

The sex was good...no, great. I hated to admit it,
but there was no way I could deny it. It had been the best I’d ever had, both
times. Had it been worth the shot to my self-esteem though? My face still stung
every time I re-lived the humiliation of him telling me to leave. Not a
good-bye, not a kiss, not a fucking, just a, “Thank you, have a nice day.” Who
acts like that? I can’t even imagine treating someone that way, much less
someone that you’d just had sex with and slept cuddled up next to all night
long. God, I wished I’d just left last night.

Around three in the afternoon, my phone rang. It was
Jake. Why was he calling me? I thought I was supposed to call him? He probably
got my number from someone working on the show.

“Hello,” I said, trying to sound winded. That way if
he wanted to do that coffee today and talk about my career, I could say I was
right in the middle of my workout…or something. I didn’t think that I could go
out in public and act like a normal person that day.

“Hi, Elly, it’s Jake Gilley.”

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m doing well, but I wanted to apologize for not
calling you this weekend. It’s crazy right before we go on the road. Anyways, I
thought maybe we could get that coffee tomorrow before I leave for Oregon. My
plane takes off around eleven…I think, so maybe we could meet around nine?”

I sat up in bed, trying to switch gears from
thinking about my horrible morning to thinking about my shiny career. The one
that I’d put on the line last night. I cleared my throat and said, “Tomorrow
morning would be perfect.”

“Great!” he said, sounding happy. “How about we meet
at the Starbucks off of Grand, across from the library?”

“I will be there,” I told him. “Thank you, Jake.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said. I hung up
wondering why men like Jake, as attractive as I found him, didn’t ever seem to
be the ones who really excited me. Was I one of those women who thrived on the
drama in her life? I looked over at the photograph on my nightstand and my eyes
filled with tears. I reached over as I sat the phone down and turned his face
to the wall. I knew it was ridiculous, but I didn’t want him to see me like
that.

I let myself ruminate over it all most of that
entire day. I hadn’t eaten and all I had to drink was half a bottle of water
that had been on my nightstand. Finally, at about eight in the evening, I was
starving and I couldn’t wait any longer. I found my phone and ordered a pizza.
When I heard the doorbell I put on my robe and I went out to pay for it.

Susie was sitting in the living room, studying
again. She looked up at
me
and must have seen on my
face or in my eyes that I absolutely didn’t want to talk about it. God bless her,
she got up and poured us some diet coke and then ate pizza with me and made
small talk about our classes and things that were going on with her and her
boyfriend. We talked about registering for fall semester and about volunteering
to help with the harvest festival—normal things. She didn’t utter the creep’s
name or make any mention of our
date
.

*
* *

Tuesday morning, I was feeling like a new woman. I
was up at dawn and in the shower, excited about my meeting with Jake. He seemed
really interested
in helping me move forward in my
career, and in this town, a helping hand that’s already grounded in the
business was golden. I dressed carefully, wearing a pair of light brown slacks
and a sleeveless tan silk shirt. I wore a pair of lacy-looking, tan Tom’s on my
feet and put on just a bit of make-up. I pulled my hair back into a long
ponytail at the nape of my neck, and, although it was warm outside, I slipped
on the jacket that went with the pants. It was short-sleeves too, so it
shouldn’t make me sweat too much.

When I went out to the kitchen, Susie let out a
whistle. “Where are you going all decked out?” she asked.

“I have a coffee meeting with Jake Gilley,” I told
her.

“Shut up!”

I laughed. “Nope,” I told her with a grin. “He
thinks he may be able to help me further my career.”

“Good for you. Just be careful.”

“Careful of what?”

“You know how this town is, nothing is ever free.
Make sure you’re willing to pay whatever the price is that he’s tagged onto
this
help
before you accept.”

“I don’t think he wants anything,” I told her.

She smiled and said, “Your naivety is cute. You want
some breakfast?”

“No,” I said. Suddenly I was feeling sick to my
stomach again.

*
* *

Jake was waiting for me when I got to Starbucks. He
had on a long sleeved silver shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his forearms
and a dark gray pair of slacks. As usual, he
was impeccably
groomed
and he looked good enough to eat. I noticed a few of the women
around us glancing at him like they wanted to do just that, and glancing at me,
wondering what my secret was.

“Hi, Elly,” he said, standing up.

“Hi,” I said, more shyly than I’d meant to.
Suddenly, I was star-struck and I didn’t know what to say.

“What can I get for you to drink?”

“Um, just a regular coffee is fine,” I told him.

“Okay, have a seat and I’ll be right back.” I sat
down and watched him go up to the counter. The barista was a young girl,
probably not much over eighteen, but she was flirting with him shamelessly. He
didn’t seem to notice, or mind. I was sure that he was used to it. Anyone who
looks that good would have to be.

He came back with the coffee and sat down. I thanked
him and then he said, “I have to tell you, Elly, since we talked the other
day,
I’ve done some research on you. Your professors all
speak very highly of you and your GPA is better than mine ever was. You did an
outstanding job with the first round of the show, your people skills are great,
and you seem to me to have a lot of integrity.”