Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) (5 page)

“So that’s what this is about? It is about the past, when I left you? That is childish Violet.”

“No Travis it isn’t about that, but you did the same thing to me all those years ago. I left because I was hurt, and I don’t have to explain myself over and over to you.”

“No, because you are too fucking good for that aren’t you? Well good, because I couldn’t give a fuck what you have to say.”

“What happened to you?” I whisper.

“YOU!” He roars, “You happened to me.”

I shake my head and turn, walking off across the road. Travis comes after me.

“Don’t walk away, you always have your little say and then walk away.”

I spin on him.

“What do you want from me Travis? A sorry? Is that what you need? Well, I am sorry ok? I am sorry I hurt you; I am sorry I ran but guess what? You hurt me too, so when am I going to get my damned sorry?”

He closes his eyes a
moment, and then opens them.

“It won’t change anything, the damage is done.”

“You know what, you are right. It is done, so maybe it’s best if you just stay away from me.”

~*~*~*~

A week passes and I don’t see a lot of Travis. He is out constantly partying and drinking. Furious, I have avoided him at all costs. I am out with Reagan one afternoon, lying in the sun on the beach when we are approached by three men. The first one stands out to me because he is sun kissed HOT. His hair is light blonde, his skin is olive and his eyes are light blue.

“Hello there ladies.”

I lift my sun glasses and sit up, Reagan does too.

“Well, hello.” I smile.

“We couldn’t help but notice such pretty girls.”

“Do you use that line on all of us?” I grin.

Sun kissed hotty smiles. “I try.”

“I am taken,
” Reagan sighs, eyeing tall dark and handsome standing next to sun kissed. “But she isn’t.”

I give her a look.

“Well in that case, what line do I have to use to get you to have a coffee with me?”

“Seriously?
You don’t know me, are you a stalker?”

The three men laugh.

“That’s how I get to know you and no, I don’t like to consider myself a stalker, more a…persuasive man.”

I feel my cheek flush as I grin.

“Ok then Mr. Persuasive; I will have a coffee with you. Only because my friend here will be watching and will call my biker Father if you touch me.”

His eyebrows rise and he grins, showing me perfect white teeth.

“Oh, biker Father?”

“Phoenix Motorcycle club President.”

“
The
Phoenix Motorcycle club?” He asks, shocked.

“The one and only.”

“Ok, well noted. I still want to have a coffee with you.”

“In that case, I accept.”

I stand and extend my hand out.

“Violet.”

“Jacob.”

“Nice to meet you Jacob.”

“And you, Violet.”

Reagan winks at me,
and then lies back down.

“Right here girl if you need.”

“Thanks Reag’s.”

“I will catch up with you guys later.” Jacob grin
s and his buddies leave.

We walk to a café over the road, and order a coffee. When we are seated, we begin chatting. The conversation flows
surprisingly easily.

“So, do you normally pull random women up and talk to them?”

He laughs. “Not usually, but there aren’t usually pretty ones lying around.”

“Half naked.”
I add in.

“Yeah, that. So, tell me daughter of scary biker man, what do you do?”

“Nothing currently; I only moved back a while ago.”

“Oh? So you are on the job hunt?”

I sigh, tipping a sugar in the coffee just placed in front of me.

“Something like that, it’s draining.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What about you stalker, what do you do?”

He grins. “I am studying to become a Police Officer at the moment.”

“A cop hey?
Sexy.”

He laughs. “Something
like that.”

“Why law enforcement?”

“I like the action.”

“Fair enough, and how old are you?”

“Twenty six.”

I nod. “You seem to know what you want.”

“I do, what about you Violet, do you know what you want?”

I flush.
“Mostly.”

We are chatting and talking about our lives and family when I hear some women scream and a
bunch of them stand.

“Travis, oh my
God, it’s Travis Phoenix.”

I feel my cheeks go red and I lean down in the chair.

“Shit.”

“Problem?”
Jacob asks.

‘No, no problem.”

“Do you know him?”

“Err, yes
, something like that.”

“One of his fans?
Don’t be ashamed, most women are.”

“No, I am not a fan,
its fine. Can we go?”

“Sure.”

We stand just as Travis walks into the coffee shop, spots me and stops. He shoves the women aside and begins striding towards me. His grey gaze is fixed on Jacob and he looks pissed. He is wearing a tight black shirt, black jeans and biker boots. Holy shit he looks good. His messy blonde hair looks as though he just got out of bed, and his fists are clenched.

“Crap.” I hiss under my breath.

“Mischief.” He growls when he reaches me.

“Hello Travis.”

“What are you doing here?”

“None of your
business.”

He looks at Jacob and Jacob
steps back.

“Looks like my fuckin business.”

“It’s not; we were just leaving, come on Jacob.”

Travis grips my
arm and the whole restaurant goes quiet. His eyes bore into mine, burning a freaking hole in my skull.

“We need to talk, now.” He grates.

“I am busy Travis, let me go.”

He yanks me towards the back of the café and around a corner,
and then he slams me against the wall. One hand rests on my chest, stopping me from moving and the other is flat against the wall next to my head.

“What are you playing at?” He growls.

“I am playing at nothing, I was having coffee.”

“Who is that man?”

“I met him, we had a coffee. I like him.”

“Don’t play with me
Mischief; you won’t like the end result.”

“What I…”

“Don’t…fucking…play…with…me.” He snarls, biting off each word.

“Travis, back off, I don’t belong to you.
In fact, you have made that very clear in the last week; you have been off partying and no doubt sleeping around, so don’t throw your rights at me.”

He trails his thumb over my bottom lip.

“You do belong to me; you have always belonged to me. If you let me talk for five minutes, I would have told you that.”

“You are playing with me, I don’t need this. Let me go.”

“If he puts his hands on you, I will fucking kill him.”

“What!” I cry, but he cuts me off again.

“You don’t want to see the jealous side of me Mischief.”

“We aren’t together, it is finished,
it was finished when I left.”

“You said it was finished,” He breathes, sliding his lips over mine and causing me to moan. “I never said it was.”

Then, just like that, he is gone. I tremble against the wall, my knees wobbling and threatening to fail on me. I take a few calming breaths, then I turn and walk back out. Travis is gone, but Jacob is still standing in the same spot. I walk over, with a sheepish smile. He smiles back, but he looks like someone has given him a harsh warning. I bet I know who that was.

“Whatever he said, he is full of it.” I say.

“You mean how he said he would gut me, and feed me to the sharks if I laid even a fingertip on you, or how he would cut my dick off and shove it down my throat if I even
thought
about laying a fingertip on you.”

I shudder and sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s
ok; the man is clearly in love with you. I didn’t realize and I am sorry.”

“No, listen, please…”

“Look, it was nice meeting you.”

“Please, let me have another shot. Let’s go out again.”

“And risk eating my own dick, sorry but I just don’t think this is a good idea. Nice meeting you Violet.” He says, then turns and walks out leaving me standing alone.

I am furious by the time I pay for the coffee and walk back over to the beach. Reagan sits up from her sun tanning and looks up at me pacing across the sand.

“Uh oh.”

“Travis fuckhead Phoenix just came in and literally pinned me against the wall and told me he would kill anyone who touched me, THEN he threatened poor Jacob with awful dick shoving things and left!”

She raises her brows.

“How did he know you were in there?”

“He is probably following me, mental case.”

She snorts. “Ok, so Travis is going to be a problem.”

“Travis has no say so in what I do.”

“He is in love with you,
obsessive and jealous; he will do what he wants.”

“Ah!” I cry, throwing my hands up. “I ought to go and talk to him.”

“And do what Vi? This is Travis we are talking about.”

“Well,” I say, snarling. “It’s about time Travis learnt he is messing with the wrong person.”

“Uh oh.”

We stand and gather out things,
and then we head over to Chief’s house. When we pull up, Travis and Harley are out front drinking. I get out of the car and storm over, furious. I toss my bag right at Travis, who catches it and laughs. I put my hands on my hips and glare at him, noticing how Reagan slides onto Harley’s lap, not worried about my angry outburst.

“What the hell was that?”

He shrugs.

“Don’t you shrug at me Phoenix, I was on a date!”

“Were you now? I am pretty sure you were on a ‘get back at Travis’ mission.”

“Don’t flatter yourself!”

“I’m not.”

“I hate you, do you hear me?
HATE!”

He stands and walks towards
me; I feel my back press against the railing. I can feel his hard erection digging into my stomach. Oh my.

“You don’t hate me Mischief, in fact, you are so mad at me you tried to make me jealous. It worked by the way, so don’t try it again. Next time you do, I will follow through with my promises. You might not realize it now, but you are mine and when I want something the way I want you, I get it.”

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“You and me, we have always been made for each other. I will let you run, deny it and even pretend like you want to date for a while, but eventually, I will take you and I will fuck you so damned slowly you won’t know what hit you, then I will keep you forever because there is no way in hell you are getting away again.”

“I…” I whisper, my lips parting. “I…don’t…I don’t…”

He slides his thumb over my lip. “We aren’t
done; we are so far from it…”

“It’s over.” I murmur.

“No, Mischief, it is only just beginning.”

“Please.”

Harley and Reagan stand and go inside, and Travis presses me harder against the railing.

“I let you go without a fight before, I won’t do it again. So run Mischief, try me out, I will find you.
You are my life line and I can’t cut that again.”

“Trav…you are different now…I don’t know if I like it.”

He snakes his tongue out and slides it across my bottom lip.

“I may be different, but one thing that hasn’t changed is my need for you. Don’t play with me Mischief, you won’t win. The sooner you realize we are m
eant to be, and come back to me, the better.”

“That isn’t going to happen.” I whimper, as he drags his lips down my neck.

“It’s happening.”

“Why?” I gasp. “Tell me why? You hated me a week ago.”

“I was angry at you, wouldn’t you be angry? But you were right, I did hurt you and I am partly to blame. I never moved on Mischief and I don’t plan to. I want you, so we can go back and forth with this if you like, but it ends the same way…”

“And how is that?” I whisper.

“You naked, beneath me…”

“You just want to fuck me?”