Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) (6 page)

He grins, that stupid lopsided grin.

“No baby, I want to claim you. Not just your body, but your soul.”

“Travis…are you drunk?”

He snorts. “You think I want you because I am drunk? What part did you seem to miss in the past ten years? The bit where I was your best
friend, or the bit where we were lovers? Do you think I can just get over something like that?”

“I…I…”

“Exactly; resign yourself to this fact baby, because those panties are coming off.”

I gape. “What makes you think you are getting anywhere near my panties?”

He gives me a slow, sexy grin.

“Because,
I am Travis Phoenix.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Reagan and I head to Trav’s concert the next night. I haven’t spoken to Trav again but I couldn’t get out of coming tonight. Part of me could lie and say I don’t want to be here, but that is all it would be, a lie. I do want to be here because Trav’s words thump through my mind. I will have you, you are mine, and I want you. It doesn’t frighten me, or scare me off because I want him, I just won’t let myself accept that fact.

I watch as Trav
slides across the stage half naked, he still holds that sex appeal that has most women swooning. I know that I clench with remembrance when I watch him move like that. Reagan and I dance, and scream our praise out to Harley. We are mid-way through dancing and screaming when Travis announces that he wants to sing a special song.

“This one is for my girl
, the love of my life.”

I freeze and feel my world stop. For a
moment it feels like I am the only one in the room, because I can’t hear anything else but him. He grips the microphone and begins singing in that sexy, husky voice. The song causes shivers to race up my arms; Reagan squeezes my hand as I am taken, just for a moment, back to a time when I was Trav’s world.

This time, this place, misused, mistakes.

Too long, too late, who was I to make you wait?

Just once chance, just one breath,

Just in case there’s just one left.

Coz you know, you know, you know….

I love you, and I loved you all along

And I miss you, for far away for far too long

I keep dreaming, you’ll be with me and you’ll never go

Stop breathing, if I don’t see you anymore.

On my knees, our last, last chance for one last dance.

With you, I’d withstand all of it to hold your hand

I’d give it all, I bleed for us, give anything

But I won’t give up, coz you know, you know…

I love you, and I loved you all along

And I miss you, for far away for far too long

I keep dreaming, you’ll be with me and you’ll never go

Stop breathing, if I don’t see you anymore…

I am bawling; big, hot heavy tears slide down my cheeks. Travis is looking at me, looking right into my eyes. I turn and I run, I run out of the concert and across the road to the beach. Rain is thundering down hard and heavy, and I am soaked in minutes. I heave and pant, gripping my stomach and bending over. God, what have I done? What have I done?

I was a fool for leaving; I can see that so clearly now. The cold droplets slide down my face, blending with my tears. I put my face up to the sky; I just need to feel again, need to feel something, anything. Travis appears through the mist, as soaked as I am. He is panting and his eyes are pained, fans are screaming in the club over the road but he left it all to chase me.

“Why did you do that Trav? Sing that song. You are breaking me.”

“
I am breaking you? You fucking broke me Violet, two years ago. Why did you fucking come back, if you didn’t want to see me again? You knew I would want you back.”

“No, I didn’t!” I cry.

“Then why? Why did you fucking come back?”

“I needed to make it better.”

He grips my face, his fingers dig into my jaw.

“You left
me; you tore my fucking heart out.”

“I was a fool
Travis; I never gave you the chance you deserved. I never let you explain, I just ran and I made a mistake.”

“You broke my heart, tore it to shreds. I couldn’t breathe without you
Mischief; I couldn’t do anything but drown…”

Travis is holding me so
close; I can nearly taste the alcohol on his breath. The rain is blending with my tears; I can’t feel their warmth anymore.

“You are damaged now Trav, you are no good…” I whimper as he steps closer, pressing my body to his.

“I don’t fucking care; my life without you has been dark. You are my light now, I need you, fix me Mischief, fix this.”

“I want to…” I whisper.

“Then that’s enough.”

He crushes his lips down on mine and I grip his arms, dragging my body closer to his. I need him, need to feel his comfort. All I have ever needed was him. He opens my lips with his tongue and when it touches mine I moan and cling to him. We are soaked, our bodies pressing together, fans are screaming but I don’t care. I need this.

“Trav…” I whimper.

“If I don’t feel you around me, I will die.”

He takes my hands and we hurry up to the limo on the curb. Fans are screaming and bellowing but he doesn’t even glance at them, he opens the door and shoves me inside. He slams it when he is in and turns to the driver.

“Drive until I say stop.”

Then he presses a button to give us the privacy we need. He grips my face, planting his lips down over mine again. I have missed him so much; everything in my life makes sense when Travis is around. He grips my skirt and yanks it down, and then he slides my top off. He undoes my bra and has it flicked off in a second. He lowers me down on the seat and I slide about for a moment, I am so wet from the rain.

I grip his shirt, yanking it over his head. I toss it on the pile of my clothes and I reach
desperately for his jeans. He growls when I yank them down and pull his body over mine. I need him, God so badly. My sex is clenching in anticipation. He is kissing me so furiously my lips are swollen and aching. I grip his wet hair and tangle my fingers through it, tugging him closer.

“
God, I am going to fuck you so hard.”

I moan and wrap my legs around his waist. He puts a hand down beside my head, while the other tweaks my nipples and rolls them about. He has one knee on the floor and the other knee on the seat beside me. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my sex. He slides it up and down, then he grips it and plunges into me so hard and fast I cry out. I haven’t been with another man since Trav.

“Fuck, holy fuck.” He rasps.

He slides out,
and then slowly pushes back in. My nails grate down his back until I find his ass; I grip it and pull him closer, my moans tangle with his. Our bodies slide together, turning quickly from cold to steaming hot. He thrusts his hips with desperation, sliding his cock in and out until I am screaming. I don’t give a fuck about the driver, or the fact that we are in a car fucking like animals. I don’t care about anything but him.

“Oh
God, Trav…” I rasp.

I release so hard he
struggles to move through my clenching.

“Jesus fucking
Christ, you are so fucking tight.”

He slides out, and plunges back in, growling raggedly as he does.
He is slamming me so hard it hurts, I grip his arms to slow him down but he has unexplainable stamina. He thrusts and thrusts until I am crying out again and again.

“
God, I have to come, so hard.”

“I am not…” I moan.
“On the pill.”

“Fuck.”

He pumps hard and fast, bringing me to another release, then he pulls out and growls a ragged, angry cry as he releases into his hand, spurt after spurt shoot from his cock. I stare with wide eyes, as he shudders violently. I am even more shocked to see he is still hard. He grips a towel and wipes his hand, and then he falls back onto the chair and grips my hips, lifting me and positioning me over his lap.

“Trav, again?”

“Again.” He hisses.

I stare down at him, and it is only then I realize he is high as a kite. It is why he has all this stamina; it is why he was thrusting so hard.

“You are high.” I whisper.

He narrows his eyes and glares at me.

“So what, it feels the same.”

“Oh my
God, you can’t be serious.”

I get off his lap and grip my clothes, struggling to pull them on. Travis sits in the seat and lights a cigarette, he stares over at me like he doesn’t care. What has happened to my Travis? When I am dressed, I yell at the limo driver to pull over. I open the door and leap out.

“Fuck it Mischief, get in the car.”

“If you want me Travis, you stop that or this won’t happen again.”

I slam the door and wave down a cab before he gets the chance to get out and follow me. I shiver the entire way over to Chief’s house; I don’t feel like going home right now. My mind is in a whirl, Travis was high; will he even remember that tomorrow? I pay the cab driver when we arrive and I get out of the cab. I see all the bikes and sigh, the club members are here. I probably smell like sex, I know I likely look just fucked.

When I get out back, the club members stop talking and big grins appear on their faces. I peer at all of them, and I can’t help but smile back. I have missed them all too. Chief is sitting with Rena on his lap and it sickens me to think that woman has
possibly been with Travis AND my Father. I shudder. He shoves her off his lap when he notices me and she pouts.

“Mischief, girl is that you?” Bill grins, standing.

“It’s me, didn’t the old man tell you I was back?”

“He did, but I had to see it!”

He hugs me and swings me around.

“Girl, you smell like sex!”

I smile sheepishly and stare over at Chief, who has narrowed his eyes and is glaring at me.

“Mischief, if you tell me you fucked Travis Phoenix I am going to
lose it.”

“What I do is my business.”

He stands and storms over, gripping my arm and yanking me inside.

“Later guys!”
I yell.

When we get into the kitchen, he spins me around to face him.

“What is wrong with you girl?”

“Nothing
Daddy, I can make my own choices and I am making them.”

“He is a fucking junkie
, he is all messed up.”

“I know that. I want to help him.”

“By spreading your legs?”

I frown. “That is unfair. Travis is the only man I have ever loved and you know it, it’s different.”

“He is dangerous, what part of that don’t you get?”

“Chief, you can’t keep doing this…”

He sighs. “Fine…I will shut up about it, but I am warning you kid, be careful.”

“I will.”

“Look, Mischief, I haven’t told you because I didn’t think it was the right time but Demon still isn’t dealt with and I worry if he knows you are back, he will come into town.”

I feel my eyes widen.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, so I would like if you would check in with me and never go out at night or in the morning alone.”

“God, I can’t believe I am still living like this.”

“I am close to finding his location, and when I do it will end.”

“What about your safety?”

He raises his brows.

“Don’t worry about me.”

I sigh. “I do, you know I do.”

“Well don’t; just make sure you keep yourself safe. I can’t lose you again.”

“Ok, I swear. I am going to bed.”

I kiss his cheek and turn to walk away.

“I meant what I said all those years ago, all I ever wanted was a life without darkness for you
Mischief. I hope you know what you are doing with Travis Phoenix.”

CHAPTER
EIGHT

I get up in the morning with a new determination. I am going to get Travis better, because he is my life. The man he is now might be one thing, but I know what is behind it and I am determined
to get it back. I get ready, and then drive over to his house. It is quite when I pull up, so I get out of the car and walk up the porch steps. I open the front door, shocked to find it unlocked. I walk into the large house and look around. It is beautiful, with wooden floors, white walls and dark furniture. I wonder for a moment why he bought this place.

I can see a toy here and there, and my heart aches. Poor Amber, she has
likely had a hard life. Maybe I can fix her Dad, so she can get the best of him, because I know it’s there. I walk into the kitchen and scrunch up my nose. Pizza boxes, beer bottles, dirty dishes. I shake my head and move through the house, when I get up the stairs I open all the doors until I find Trav’s room.