Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) (8 page)

“Hey there you.”
I croak.

He smiles and stands.

“Hey yourself.”

“You look better.”

“Thanks to you, I feel better.”

He walks over and stops in front of me.

“Mischief…” He begins, but I cut him off.

“It’s ok, don’t say anything.”

“You have been by my bedside while I have abused you for the past two weeks, I do have to say something. I treated you real bad, I spoke to you like a dog, I hurt you…” He whispers, stroking my neck, remembering how he gripped me the day I threw his drugs out.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“God Mischief, don’t make this sound ok because it isn’t. I treated you bad, I fucked you like a dog in that limo,  I am sorry, I know it isn’t enough but God, beautiful girl, I am sorry.”

I reach up and run my fingertips over his cheek.

“You need to shave.”

He gives a hoarse laugh.

“Only you Mischief could make me laugh right now. I will shave, but first I want to talk, we have to talk.”

“There is plenty of time to talk Trav.”

“No,” He says gripping my hands and sitting on the bed. “There is not plenty of time, we need to talk now.”

I sit beside him and look deep into his grey eyes.

“I made a mistake running Trav; I should have let you explain.”             

He puts his hand up.

“No, you were right about one thing. I don’t get to blame this on you. I lied Mischief; I didn’t tell you about Amber because I was shit scared of losing you, in the end it caused just that. I died when you left, every ounce of my heart and soul crumbled. I had no escape; I couldn’t get the pain out of my chest.”

“It’s why you left in the first place, isn’t it?” I whisper.

He nods. “I fucked her when I was drunk one night; it was a stupid, stupid mistake. She told me she was pregnant, and I thought I had to do what was best and be with her. I couldn’t do that here; I was a coward because I couldn’t face you every day knowing how much it would have broken your heart. We went to New York; it didn’t work out so I came back.”

“And
the past two years?”

“I
didn’t go back with Anna, if that’s what you’re asking?”

“
You didn’t love her.”

He shakes his head.

“No, not even close. She let me see Amber a lot, but then I started using and it slipped. I feel awful for that, because now she has my daughter and won’t answer my calls.”

“She will come around Trav. Why did she come back two years ago?”

“It was partly my fault; I had a huge fight with her and left. I never really gave her a reason why. She came back because she wanted to solve things, she wanted to know what I wanted to do about Amber and if I wanted her in my life. She didn’t want me back; she didn’t know I was with you at that point otherwise I don’t think she would have just showed up like that.”

“Did you want your daughter back?”

“Of course I did, but I don’t deserve my daughter.”

“Of course you do Trav.”

“I had that room set up, because I was trying to get my life back together and I hoped when I did, I could tell you about Amber and she could come and stay.”

“You should have told me…” I whisper.

He strokes my cheek. “I know I should have. I know you aren’t used to it all.”

“It
still hurts Trav, and the idea of Amber still tugs at my heart.”

“I want you to be a part of all this Mischief, Amber will love you.”

“I’m not ready yet Trav.”

“I know, but promise me you are ok with this?”

“She is your daughter
Trav; it isn’t her fault you didn’t tell me. She doesn’t deserve to be without you and she doesn’t deserve me to hate her, so of course I am ok with it. I need some time to get my head around it all, but I will come around. She is a part of you, which means she is a part of me too.”

“Oh baby…”

“Is it my turn now?” I whisper.

“Yeah, of course.
”

“I am sorry I did this to you, I should have given you a chance and I didn’t. I can’t take that back, I was screwed up. Between you, Chief and Jeremy I just broke down. I needed to get away, to breathe, I couldn’t do that here.”

He takes my face in his hands.

“But you came back.”

I stroke his cheeks.

“Here’s the thing rockstar, I
will always come back for you.”

~*~*~*~

I fill my palm with soap and I rub it over Trav’s cheeks. He has half a beard and it’s time for it to go. I lather his face, then bring the razor to his cheek and begin shaving the thick hair off. When I am done, I step back and smile. He grins back at me, and I can see those gorgeous dimples once more. I put more soap in my hands and I run it over his chest, feeling his hard muscles under my palms.

I run my hands down his abdomen, over his hips and then down to his cock. He growls when I close my fingers around the base and squeeze. He leans his head back against the tiles and moans lightly as I lather and work his head until he is coiled so tightly the veins in his neck bulge. I lean up and press a hot kiss to his li
ps, he responds with a growl as he grips my hips, dragging me close.

“I did this all wrong the first time.” He rasps.

“Oh, are you going to show me how you do it right?”

I can see his grin as he leans in and drags hot kisses down my neck, one of his hands trails down my side and over my thigh until he jacks one leg around his waist. The other hand roams over my breasts, pinching my nipples and gently rolling them into hard peaks. He leans down and circles his tongue around
them one at a time, sucking and licking until I am moaning.

I feel him press just inside and I whimper, bucking my hips forward for more. He grips my ass and pushes down until I am sliding over him and he is filling me. He lets out a ragged moan and I follow close behind. When he is deep inside me, I lift my other leg so I am wrapped around him and my back is against the tiles. He puts one palm flat against the tiles, and the other underneath my backside as he begins a slow, pleasurable thrust.

“Oh Trav, oh God.”

“Slowly, this is how we are going to do this, so fucking slowly.”

I lick and suck the water droplets off his shoulders while he pumps his hips in and out slowly, beautifully. I feel my release rising higher, and higher. He groans and quickens the pace, giving me just enough friction to tip over the edge. I cry out my release into his shoulder and shudder around him. He bellows my name and pulls out at the last minute, his release spurting hot and hard onto my belly. I watch it shoot out jet by jet, and trickle down my skin. The water quickly washes it away.

“I’m sorry you have to pull out.” I say in a hoarse voice.

“Never be sorry, you feel better than anything Mischief, anything.”

I watch as he dresses, watching the jeans slide u
p over those muscled legs to mold around his perfect ass. His abs move and his biceps flex when he pulls a shirt over his head. He ruffles his dirty blonde hair with his fingers and then he grins over at me, I am still standing butt naked watching him.

“I like your new
tat.” I grin.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, lucky girl.”

He laughs. “She goes alright that girl.”

“I bet she does.”

“You better get dressed Mischief, or I am going to take you over that couch and fuck you hard and fast.”

I flush and pull on a summer dress.

“Trav?”

He looks over at me as he is doing up a thick silver chain around his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Are we doing this again?”

He looks serious a
moment, then he walks over.

“Do you want to do this?”

“I always wanted to do this, but…”

“Don’t, don’t say but…we fit Mischief, we fit in a way other couples don’t. It’s more
than needing you, it’s more than love; it’s a soul binding, penetrating connection that I am hopeless without.”

I swallow.

“It’s going to be a long road Trav, you are only just clean…it will be hard.”

“I know that, I think about those drugs nearly every minute Mischief but when I see you, I have something to fight for. I will always have something to fight for if you are by my side, tell me you will stay with me?”

I grin.

“Does this mean we are going steady
Mr. Phoenix?”

He grins back, a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

“I think this means we are going steady Mischief.”

I take his face in my hands and press my lips to his.

“I like steady.”

“Fuck, where are my fucking keys?”

Travis is in a mood
again. Granted, it is only day eighteen since he has been off drugs and he has good and bad days. Most days now are good, but occasionally we have a bad one. I sit on the kitchen bench, watching him swipe papers off the table and kick chairs. I put my hands in my lap and just watch, it is the only way. He will get over it soon enough.

“Where are they Mischief?” He snaps, glaring at me.

“No idea.”

“Well fuck, don’t just sit there and do nothing!”

I raise my brows.

“Listen grumpy
, I don’t care how bad you feel, don’t speak to me like that.”

He sighs and grips his hair.

“Not grumpy.”

“You are totally grumpy.”

He walks over to me and grips my face, shifting my legs so he can stand between them. I wrap them around him and pull him close, sliding my backside off the bench just enough to press my sex against his stomach.

“Sorry baby, I don’t mean to be an asshat.”

I snort. “Asshat”

“Forgive me?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“How good you can make me feel before you go to work.”

He grins.

“You drive me crazy woman, but I have to go to work, I am already late.”

“You are the boss.”

He grins. “Good point. Come with me, I could use some help today?”

I beam. “With what
? Your work, or your cock?”

He growls and nips my ear. “Both.”

“I’m on it.”

I shove him back and leap off the bench, I run ups
tairs and change. I have stayed the past few days at Trav’s just to make sure he is feeling better. Travis pleads with me to stay here and live with him, but I don’t think that is the best move for us right now. Even though we have decided to sort things out, there is still a lot of tension and unresolved feelings. Travis doesn’t understand why I won’t sleep with him at night, but it’s because I don’t want to explain my dreams or bother his sleep.

“You ready?” He asks, pulling on his bike helmet.

I straighten my dress and nod, pulling on the spare. We walk out front and I see Chief in the front yard with a woman, she is gripping his chest and grinning up at him.

“Later
Daddy!” I call.

The woman turns, her eyes bulge and Chief gives me a horrible look. Yep, she didn’t know he had children. How sad. He raises a hand and waves to me, and I grin as I get on the bike.

“That was mean.” Trav laughs.

“He deserves it.”

Travis guns the bike and we zoom off into the street. When we arrive at Phoenix Records, Janice looks like she is about to pass out when she lays eyes on me. I grin at her, and grip Trav’s hand.

“Nice to see you again Janice
”

“Oh, oh, sure
” She mutters.

“Janice, keep my calls today unless they are urgent. I have business to take care of.”

“Your nine o’clock is here Trav…I mean Mr. Phoenix.”

“Good, I will be in the conference room soon.”

She nods and we step into the elevator.

“You fucked her again, didn’t you?”

Trav looks down at me, his grey eyes squinting.

“No.”

“Is that a lie?”

“No, I didn’t fuck her but…”

“But…?”

“I kissed her when I was drunk one night.”

“Trav!”

“I know, believe me, she hasn’t stopped calling me.”

“You are hopeless.”

“Tell me about it.”

When we get out on the top floor, the clerks all stare at me as Travis walks me into his office. He kicks the door shut and turns on the lights, I stare at all the paperwork and pile of files on his desk.

“Well fuck, you’d think I was out for a fucking month.”

“Need help?”