In Bed with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #2) (rockstar romance series) (6 page)

.9.

One by one, a total of five shower
heads began to turn on. The main shower head was where most people were used
to. Then there were three large circular shower heads that were on the ceiling
of the shower. They offered the effect of rain, which was soothing to any skin,
muscle, or mind. On the opposite wall, another standard shower head. The steam
from the heat started to collect quickly.

Slader walked to the sink and
opened a drawer to get a cell phone. He sat down on a couch in front of a
window that stretched floor to ceiling and overlooked a vast mountain range. He
had seen the mountains so much that they weren’t shockingly impressive anymore.
What was impressive was the phone in his hands.

When it vibrated, he smiled.

Hey,
it’s me. I’m so sorry I didn’t get a hold of you earlier. I sort of ended up
with Slader all night... hehe

Slader nodded as he read the
message. All night was an understatement. They had actually gotten to the cabin
high in the mountains long before the actual morning. It was a little after one
in the morning when Slader kicked the bedroom door open and carried Jessica to
bed. She slept sound and Slader let her be until that morning.

Slader replied to Jessica...

You
had me worried. Where are you? Are you with Slader right now?

The message was sent and Slader
didn’t care. He had no remorse for the actions he needed to take. Canceling the
shows was needed for the greater good of the music and the future of Slader. He’d
traveled the world many times and never before had something captured him like
Jessica. To have someone like Jessica, to really have her, was the most
important thing in the world to him.

The phone vibrated.

I’m
somewhere in the mountains. Sounds creepy, I know. But I swear I’m safe. He’s
just... wow. That’s all I can say, Carrie. Wow.

Creepy. Wow. Slader wasn’t sure how
he felt reading those words in a message, but that was okay. He could stomach
it. He was a man. He wanted to hear Jessica say how perfect and beautiful it
was. She deserved a beautiful life swimming with everything she desired. Slader
could buy her one of the mountains behind him if she wanted it. He could build
a hundred cabins at the peak of every mountain. Anything she wanted. He wanted
Jessica’s heart. He wanted to touch her chest and feel her heart beating, much
like he’d done the night before.

Tell
me more about Slader. I need to know.

This was, in reality, the worst thing
he’d done to Jessica after she was out cold. He’d worked a simple redirect from
her phone to his. With a chance to be with her, Slader couldn’t waste it. He
couldn’t waste any time. As far as Slader was concerned, he and Jessica were
the only two people left in the world.

It was about them. Finally, about
them. No more looking on the other side of glass, feeling heartache. No more
weeping at a piano, waiting for the notes to come. No more searching the
crowds, night after night, show after show, looking for that set of eyes...

Tell
me!

Slader sent the message.

Waiting was one thing Slader
refused to ever do in his life. If there was something he wanted he got it. It
was just that simple for him.

Jessica replied as Slader was about
to burst into the bedroom and ask her what was taking so long.

I
don’t know what you want to know about him. He’s a rockstar. The tour bus. The
shower. This cabin. The bed. It’s nothing I ever dreamed of before. It’s
amazing. I feel like I don’t belong here almost. He’s intimidating, but I can’t
stop. I can’t ever leave him, not that I want to. I’m supposed to be writing
articles, but I just don’t care anymore. I care about Slader.

Slader dropped the phone to the
couch in front of him. He touched his chest and felt his heart racing. What an
amazing feeling to have someone else’s words do that. There were only two
people in the world that managed to get that reaction from Alex Slader. One was
the scariest person he’d ever had to encounter and the second was the most
beautiful, that being Jessica.

He kept his hand to his chest
tight, feeling his heart pumping over and over. It was like a rhythm. A
romantic rhythm. It gave Slader a great idea to write a song with the same
tempo as her heart racing right then. That kind of subtle detail was what sent
crowds over the emotional edge without knowing why.

The phone vibrated again.

Jessica wasn’t done talking.

There’s
something about his eyes, Carrie. And when he talks to me... sometimes he talks
like I’m Jessica and sometimes he talks like I’m... someone else. It’s scary,
but it turns me on. A lot. I want to know everything about him. For me. Not for
a magazine or some article, but for me. I don’t know when I’m coming back to
the apartment, that’s not up to me. lol. Please text me or I’ll just text you.

The words were just what Slader had
been looking for. They were honest, clear, concise. The only part that bothered
him was that Jessica didn’t realize who she was. Slader would never look at her
as though she was someone else. There was one Jessica. No matter the name,
there was only one. One person for his heart. One person for his soul. Finding
that one person was what the journey of life was about. That journey was the
basis of life. The therapy for those who couldn’t find that one person, therapy
for those who thought they found that one person, and it’s the celebration for
those who were lucky enough to find that one.

Slader put the phone back in the
drawer just as the door opened. Jessica entered the bathroom, naked. The steam
from the shower danced around her like a wispy blanket, hugging her,
dissipating, hugging her again.

“Look at you,” Slader said. “Like
my dream coming to life.”

“Slader...”

“Join me in the shower, there’s
plenty of room.”

When Jessica looked at the shower,
her mouth fell open. The shower was designed to be able to leave the door open
but there was one in case privacy was needed. In this case, there was no
privacy.

Slader walked to Jessica and
stepped behind her. He put his hands to her hips and guided her into the water.
They stood together under one of the large rain like shower heads and stared at
each other. Slader wanted to read all of Jessica’s thoughts, because he wanted
to know everything inside and out. He wanted to sample the journey of being
alone that she had taken.

“I don’t think I ever want to go
back to the world,” Slader said. “Ever again.”

“Don’t say that,” Jessica said.
“You’ll regret it.”

“I won’t. Not right now. Give me
your hand.”

Jessica lifted her hand and Slader
put it to his heart. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He held his hand
tight against Jessica’s hand. She was shaking, everywhere. His eyes watched the
way the water dripped and ran along her body as though her body and the water
were working together to tease Slader. That never happened either. Women didn’t
tease Alex Slader. They listened, they pleased, they had purpose and nothing
more.

“You do that to me,” Slader
whispered. “And this...”

Slader slid Jessica’s hand down his
body to his cock. He used his fingers to wrap her fingers around his shaft. He
was hard, but he was not seeking pleasure. He wanted to make her understand.

Jessica sighed and swallowed.
Slader eyed her body again. Her nipples were so tender. He saw the spot where
he had nibbled and knew he had left his mark. There was a bite mark on his
chest, but Jessica had left her mark long before that.

“What do we do now?” Jessica asked.

“We can live here forever,” Slader
said. “I have two workers downstairs who are taking care of everything I need.
Food. Cleaning. Anything you need, Jessica. We can travel. I have a
helicopter...”

“A helicopter?”

“Of course. These mountains are
even more beautiful when flying over them, although their beauty does not
compare to what I’m staring at.”

Jessica lowered her head. She
couldn’t believe she started to get emotional, right in the middle of their
shower. The hot water was easing their skin and her small hand was around his
large shaft.

It was... amazing, sad, and beautiful.
It was perfect.

Slader slid his hand and Jessica’s
hand off his body. He touched her waist and moved his hands up, following her
wet skin to her arms and then shoulders. From there he slowly moved until he
was holding her face, forcing her to look at him.

“Jessica... are you crying?”

“I think so,” Jessica said. “I’m so
sorry.”

“Tell me why. Right now.”

Slader felt his hands starting to
squeeze tighter. He couldn’t control himself. He needed to know what was
happening.

“I don’t... I don’t understand
this,” Jessica said.

“Understand what?”

“All of this. Why I’m here. You
handcuff me. You steal me. You romance me. You make me feel...”

Jessica shook her head.

“No,” Slader growled. “No. Tell me.
Make you feel how?”

Jessica looked at Slader. The
piercing look of her eyes was the scariest thing Slader had ever seen.

“You make me feel alive,” Jessica
said. “But what happens when you’re done with me?”

“I’m not going to be done ever
again,” Slader said. “Don’t you realize what you mean to me? I’ve waited so
long...”

“What does that mean?” Jessica
asked. “The way you talk... it’s like you think you...”

A knock came at the bathroom door.

Slader shot his head to the left
and curled his lip. “What?” he screamed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Slader,” a shaky
voice said. “There’s a man here...”

“I’m busy.”

“Mr. Slader...”

“Who are you?”

“Mr. Slader, I’m Charles...”

“Charles, I hope you have another
job lined up.”

“Cut the shit,” another voice said.

Jerry.

“Everyone leave,” Slader commanded.

“Slader, I’m sorry,” Jerry said. “I
flew here as fast as I could. We need to take care of something right now.”

“I’m not in the mood for bullshit,”
Slader yelled.

He looked at Jessica, staring deep
into her eyes. He couldn’t leave. This was life. This was everything.

Heavy thuds pounded on the door.

“Don’t make me kick in the door,”
Jerry yelled. “You don’t want that, Slader. Trust me. You know it’s serious if
I’m here like this...”

“Slader, should you listen?”
Jessica asked.

“I don’t listen to anyone,” Slader
said.

His hands left Jessica’s face and
he stepped from the shower. Slader walked to the door and opened it, not caring
that he was both naked and dripping wet. Jerry didn’t flinch when he saw Slader
but the other man, Charles, jumped back.

“What?” Slader asked.

“We have to get downstairs,” Jerry
said.

“Why?”

“Business about Richie.”

“Richie? Again? I should have just
fucking...”

“Just, don’t,” Jerry said. “Just
please come downstairs for a minute.”

Slader gauged the look on Jerry’s
face. Anyone could sue and they’d never win a dime. Maybe Richie had threatened
to sue. Maybe Richie had gone to a magazine or something. Slader didn’t give a
shit about that, the fans would still worship Alex Slader.

Slader moved back towards the
shower and grabbed a towel. He turned and looked at Jessica.

“I have to take care of something,”
he said. “You should wait here.”

“In the shower?”

“Just here,” Slader said. “No
matter what. Wait right here.”

“Is something wrong?”

Slader wrapped the towel around his
body and reached for Jessica. He took one of her hands.

“The world is trying to tear us
apart again. I won’t let it.”

Slader turned and rushed from the
bathroom, leaving the door open for Jessica to follow. He knew she’d follow
because if she was meant to be with him she would. He grabbed something to wear
and dressed himself before meeting Jerry and Charles outside the bedroom.

“We don’t have time,” Jerry said.
“They’re going to come.”

“They’re? Who?”

“Let’s move,” Jerry said.

The bedroom door opened and Jessica
appeared. She was dressed, her hair wet. Slader stared. He wanted - no, needed
- to take her into the bedroom, lock the door, and strip her of those clothes. He
needed to get lost inside her body.

Slader took to the steps of the
cabin and ran forward in front of everyone. The cabin was bigger than most
people’s homes, but that was a minor detail as Slader rushed to find whoever
was interrupting his time with Jessica. He wouldn’t tolerate it, not again.

In the front living room, a man
stood in front of the massive stone fireplace. A fire was lit, the flame
dancing. He stood with his hands in his pockets and had a sense of arrogance
about him that bothered Slader from the second he saw him.

“You’re a fucking lawyer,” Slader
said.

The man looked over his shoulder
and smiled. “Do you always bring that language to important meetings?”

“Only when I wasn’t informed there’d
be a meeting. I’m in the middle of something.”

“I’m sure you are,” the man said.
“Writing the next big hit, canceling more shows, taking people for all their
worth, stealing business deals, not paying musicians you hired...”

“Oh, fuck this,” Slader said.

“Please, Mr. Slader, let’s sit.”

“I’ll stand.”

The man nodded. “I’m Mr.
Cartwright. I represent Richie.”

“Of course you do.”

“As you’re aware, you were supposed
to pay him for his services.”

“He was taken care of.”

“I’m sure you feel he was,” Mr. Cartwright
said. “But the reality...”

“What do you want? Are you here to
sue me? If so, that doesn’t involve me.”