Reveal: A Contemporary Romance (Billionaire Rock Star Romance Book 2) (15 page)

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her.

She opened the box and pulled one out, waving in about as she moved to the side of the bed where he stood. She sat on the side, parting her legs wide, sliding the wrapped condom down her body and back up to her cheek. “I’m going to help you get this on,” she told him, smiling seductively.

He groaned, moving to stand between her legs, hands on each of her knees. “I want you back in that bed with your hands above your head. Or do you want me to tie them up?”

“Mmmm. Maybe later,” she answered, eyes now focused on his engorged erection. She ripped the top of the wrapper, licking her lips as she went. Before placing the condom at the tip of his hardness, she looked up at him, put one hand on his shaft and licked his cock head before taking him all the way into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he growled.

His eyes flicked down to her lips that now stretched around his thick arousal. Alexandra pulled her head back, and moved forward again, getting into a rhythm as she sucked and took him deeper each time. His hands rested on her shoulders now, eyes full of abandon, hips moving forward slightly each time she pumped him.

Sebastian seemed like he could come anytime. Before he did, though, he squeezed her shoulders and pulled out completely. “Get that condom on me before I blow,” he told her in a low, groaning baritone.

Smiling, Alexandra placed the condom at the tip and slowly rolled it up his hot, wet, throbbing shaft. The second it was all the way up, Sebastian pushed her back on the bed where she sat, and from the side of his bed, lifted her legs around his waist, gripped her ass, and drove inside her in one hard, punishing move.

She gasped at the feel of him hitting the back of her womb, tight inside her soaking wet channel. He pulled out slightly, and moved in deep again, hands still on her ass which was nowhere near the bed now. Only her upper back and arms made contact with the sheets as he moved in and out of her. In this position, he hit her core with each thrust, driving her wild with pleasure she had been craving all this time. In. Out. In deeper. Out almost all the way. His hands held her waist now, pulling her into his pelvic with every stroke, driving her need and pleasure higher still. She moved a hand to one breast and began to circle the nipple. Sebastian’s eyes honed in on her hand as she twisted her hardened peak and moaned from the way he pounded into her.

Groaning, he picked up the pace. “Yes, Alexandra. Keep touching yourself. God, you’re so beautiful. Your breasts are extraordinary. Just perfect.”

His manhood swelled inside her from her self-stimulation. Sebastian had to be close, but Alexandra was so much closer now.

“Oh fuck, Bash. I’m coming,” she whimpered. In seconds, her body shook and her center tightened around Sebastian’s cock as she came so hard she could barely see.

Sebastian did not stop there. Waves of pleasure still ran through her body as he moved faster still, groaning deeper with a sound that Alexandra swore made the waves of her orgasm roll on and on. His hips thrust forward hard and fast several times before he dug his fingers into her waist and pressed into her for one final, sharp lunge of his hips. He howled, and she could feel his hot release deep in her womb, even with the condom between them.

Exhausted, he pulled out, lowered her to the bed and straightened her out along the length of his bed before going to his bathroom. He returned after removing the condom, and stretched out beside her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling her into his arms.

“Perfect,” she said drowsily. She kissed his neck and closed her eyes, ready for a restful sleep.

ALEXANDRA wanted to throw her phone. She had spent five amazing days with Bash after his surgery. Every day was better than the one before, but sadly, it had to end. Her father was being released today, and the perfect bubble around her and Bash had to pop, letting the realities of the outside world back in.

Bash did not want to be in the public eye, and in all honesty, Alexandra was not ready to share him with anyone, especially not with the media reps who had camped out at Dad’s hospital. Today, they each had to go it alone. Bash had his post-operative appointment at the clinic, and Alexandra was here with Dad—as Lexxi Rock, just as Rick suggested. She arrived at the hospital shortly before her father was officially released, and should have known not to answer Rick’s call.

She glanced inside. Rosa hovered near her father, who was busy shaking off the orderly trying to help him into the wheelchair so he could be wheeled out.

“Sir, you need to be wheeled out today. It’s a requirement for discharge from the hospital,” the orderly said calmly.

“I said I’m fine,” Dad answered. “I don’t need that wheelchair.”

From the hallway outside the hospital room, Alexandra shrieked into her phone, “No! Absolutely not! That’s not acceptable, Rick!”

Rosa and Dad both shot troubled glances in Alexandra’s direction. She tried to lower her voice, but anger crept up fast, with what Rick was asking of her.

“Well, I tried to tell them that, Lexxi, but the label insisted. I’m not the bad guy here. Look, I can’t stop Rita Sage from showing up in Arizona, and neither can you. You have to know by now that when Blaze Entertainment says they want to meet with you, I have to make it happen. That’s all there is to it.”

“I’m in the middle of checking my father out of the hospital, which is supposed to be a good thing, but guess what? It’s not, thanks to the media. Hospital security was kind enough to order them outside, but the paparazzi won’t leave him alone. Just this morning, two camera-wielding trolls snuck into Dad’s room already.”

“Ouch. How did Max react?”

“He threw his bedpan at one of them.”

Rick laughed. “Good for him.”

“I can’t tell you how large the crowd is outside, Rick. I ended up making a deal to get Dad out the back using a service entrance. This goddamned impromptu meeting is going to have to wait, Rick!”

“Alexandra,” Dad said tensely.

“Excuse the language, Dad,” she added.

Rick grumbled on the other end. “I can try to reschedule, but I can’t stop Rita from showing up in Arizona.”

“Thank you for trying, Rick,” she said, still wound up.

Ending the call, she turned around, flushed and almost seething. Strands of her purple wig fluttered into her eyes as she pivoted, and she nearly tugged it off her head completely, trying to get it out of her face. She gestured for Rosa and Dad to lead the way. Rosa exited the room, followed by the orderly wheeling Dad out. Alexandra trailed behind, taking in a long, calming breath when she realized she was still trembling from Rick’s call. She did not feel calm at all.

Dad turned to her. “You really don’t have to ride with us, Alexandra. If there’s somewhere else you need to be for work, just go on and take care of it.”

Alexandra glared at him.

“Now is not the time, Max,” Rosa said to him.

“Don’t worry about it, Dad. Rick is rescheduling the meeting,” Alexandra explained, softening her tone. It was not Dad’s fault she had to fight tooth and nail for anything she wanted if it deviated from what her label had in mind. Her eyes darted to the orderly. He had heard everything.

I should brace myself for his exposé on witnessing me throw a hissy fit.

She shrugged, positive he had seen worse. Hurrying along, they soon got out of the hospital. They had to make a short stop at Dad’s house so he could get a few things and see what the contractor started. After that, he planned to stay at Rosa’s until the bulk of the repairs were complete. She couldn’t wait for this day to wrap up.

***

Alexandra’s driver maneuvered through the congested streets, and a thick silence came over the three of them in the back of the limo. Rosa was holding on to Dad’s hand. Alexandra took a moment to study him. He looked so much better. There was no visible reminder of the severe pneumonia that had almost taken his life. She had only a couple of days with him at most, but Rick decided to give the all clear to her label to invade on that sliver of time, now that Lexxi Rock was officially back from the French Riviera.

Bastard. I’m positive Rick gave them the okay without consulting me first.

The morning after she went to stay with Sebastian, the first series of texts came in, asking about interviews. She had ignored them, only using her phone once to tell Rick to decline them. She had seen Eva just once during the time as well. While Bash was in surgery, they had lunch together. Eva was enjoying the downtime in her hotel room, and had gone sightseeing with her driver one day. Contrary to her diva-like reputation, Eva was low maintenance, and never complained off-set. Other than those few times, Alexandra only took calls on her phone a few times, such as the call from Rosa that Dad would be released today. Everything else had been set aside, and her time with Bash was heavenly because of it.

Now this. Rick was right that she could not turn down the label, no matter how much resistance she put up. If the CEO wanted to meet with her it had to be about something important. The beginnings of a headache throbbed at her temples.

When they pulled up to Dad’s house, Bash was sitting out on his front porch. She smiled at him, and he nodded before quickly averting her gaze. No one needed to know what was going on between them until they were both good and ready to share. Part of her tension stemmed from the fact that Dad and Rosa were around, but it had more to do with the fact that the media could be watching. They had already invaded Dad’s space at the hospital, and some could have followed them here. She didn’t want Sebastian to have that burden as well.

With just a couple of days left here in Tucson, she barely had time to say goodbye to Dad and Rosa, let alone Bash. She wasn’t gone yet and she already missed him. Taking a breath, she set the thought aside.

I don’t have much choice.

Her phone chirped as she stepped out of the limo and walked ahead to unlock the door to the house. Rosa and the driver helped Dad get up the steps and inside.

It was Rick on the phone again. “What did they say?” she asked once she took the call.

“They gave you an extra hour.”

“One hour? That won’t do, Rick. Dad’s checking up on the house and after that, the driver has to go across town to drop them off at Rosa’s place before I can make a meeting. I’ll have to leave now to make it there in time, given the traffic, and that’s not possible. Can you swing another hour with the old witch?”

“Lexxi, Lexxi,” he whined. “You’ll be sorry you said that when you hear she and I lined up some A&R people to make that style change you wanted. They ‘re already in Tucson.”

Dad shuffled past her and headed to the staircase. “Where are you going?” she asked in surprise. “You should not be trying stairs on your own so soon, Dad.”

“I need to check out my bedroom, young lady. I told all of you already that I’m fine.” He grumbled some more about how much he hated being coddled as he labored up to the first landing, already breathing heavily.

“Wait a minute, Dad—”

Rick interrupted her impatiently, “I’ll do my best. So, can I tell them you’re on your way?”

“Rosa!” Alexandra shouted, pointing at Dad.

Rosa hurried over to her. “I couldn’t stop him.”

“I have to leave now. Do you mind waiting here until the driver takes me downtown? He’ll come back for you within an hour and a half.”

“No problem. You go ahead and get to your meeting. I’ve got this, dear.” She turned and rushed up the steps to help, knowing full well that Dad would not be deterred once he put his mind to something.

“What do you want me to tell them, Lexxi?” Rick pressed for an answer just as the driver knocked politely on the wide open front door.

“Did you need me to wait for you, Ms. Storme?” the driver asked.

She nodded as Rick tried again to get her attention. Finally, she told him, “Okay, dammit. I’ll meet them now. I’m heading out the door.”

“Thank you, Lexxi. Who’s my favorite rock star?”

“Just stop, Rick.” She let out an exasperated breath.

As she walked out the door, she happened to glance over at Bash again. He was deep in a daze, and seemed so out of it. He had not moved since the limo pulled up. He didn’t even look in her direction. The expression on his face seemed so lost and forlorn. Alexandra groaned a little, wondering if he looked that way because of her. Rick blabbered on through the phone, laying on the empty flattery to stay on her good side.

She hung up, overwhelmed by everything happening at once. What she wanted to do was walk next door. If she could, she would phone Rick back to tell him the meeting was off. Bash looked like he needed someone right now, and damn, she wanted to be that someone. She couldn’t do it. This meeting could not wait.

Sighing glumly, she turned away and stepped inside the car.

“Let’s go,” she told the driver.

***

Alexandra walked into the boardroom at the Arizona branch of Blaze Entertainment, the grittier, western-themed Alpha Country Records. Greeted weakly by execs, she took a seat. Rita Sage, one of the biggest music moguls in the industry barely glanced up from her tablet. Rita’s assistant was standing over her shoulder, showing her something they both seemed alarmed about. Alexandra cleared her throat to get her attention.