Mr. Rockstar (14 page)

He frowned, trying to pull her back.
He hoped she wasn’t going to leave again. It just might kill him this time, now that he had her back. “It can’t be that important,” he said, trying to change the subject. She was here, wasn’t she? What else mattered?

She swallowed, gripping his arm.
“I was going to come back to you.”

Relief washed through him.
He’d known it all along. “Belle, darling.” He kissed her, trying to forestall her confession or apology or whatever it was she was trying to say, but she interrupted him.

“
No, you have to believe me. I was going to come back anyway,” she said intently.

“
I hoped you would,” he murmured, confused. Was she talking about the accident? He hated that he’d put her through that. Her lovely face was drawn with exhaustion. He cupped her cheek, smoothing his thumb over her jaw. She kept talking.

“
Even before Ian called me and said you’d been in an accident, I was going to come back. I packed my bags days ago, and then I found out—” She stopped, tears rolling down her face.

He hugged her, soothing a hand down her back.
“Shh, Belle, whatever it is, it can’t be that bad.”

“
You have to believe me, I wasn’t coming back because I found out I was pregnant. I’d already decided to move to L.A. To be with you.”

Marvin froze.
Pregnant?

Isabelle was nearly hysterical.
“I don’t want you to think that I’m only coming back because of that. Promise me you believe me?”

He tucked her face into his shoulder, trying to process what she
’d just said. His heart felt like someone had opened it up and put a song inside. “Shhh,” he whispered, holding her tight. “I believe you.”

She cried harder.
“I’m so sorry, I wanted to come back, and then I found out, and there was the accident and you weren’t waking up—”

He smiled against her hair. They were going to have a baby?
“Belle, sweetheart, I believe you.” He tilted her face up and kissed her cheeks. Her tears stung his lips a little, dry from being in the hospital, but he barely noticed. “We’re going to have a baby?”

She nodded, eyes hopeful.

He grinned, wishing he had the energy to shout his joy. “Belle, oh my God.” He laughed and hugged her, then kissed her, then hugged her again.

“
You’re not angry?” she asked, tremulously.

Was she kidding?
“No, of course not.”

“
I swear I didn’t come back just for that,” she said, breaking his heart all over again. Why would she be so concerned he’d think that? “Belle,” he said, cupping her cheeks. “Why are you worried? I fell in love with you, with your generous heart and sense of humor. I know who you are. I know
you
.” He kissed her, pouring everything he felt about her into it, hoping that she’d be able to understand what he meant through his body, if not his words. “I knew you were struggling with so many things, and I know my life is insane, but I knew you’d find your way home.”

She was crying. A
gain.

“
Oh sweetheart,” he murmured, gathering her in. “I’m so happy.”

She sniffed.
“Me too.” She took a deep breath. “And I’m so grateful you waited for me.”

He smiled into her hair.
“Of course.”

She sniffed again.

He grinned. “Are you wiping your snot on my clean shirt?”

She leaned back and smacked him on the arm.
“Shut up.”

“
You’re lucky I love you,” he said, chuckling.

Her face softened.
“Yes. I am.”

Epilogue

“
I still can’t get over the look on Ed’s face. When you told him that it was none of his business when we were getting married, I thought he was going to choke on his own spit!” Marvin laughed, referring to a popular daytime talk show host. They’d just got home from taping an interview with him.

Isabelle let herself sink down onto their bed, kicking off her very expensive, very fashionable, and very uncomfortable shoes.
They may be in style, but they’re murder to walk in,
she groused to herself. This was the part of Marvin’s life she disliked the most: having to get dressed up a certain way to do interviews. She liked the clothes, but the shoes made her crazy. They were very pretty… to look at. Wearing them? Not so much fun.

“
He actually had to stop and think before he could figure out what to say!” Marvin crowed, still laughing about the interview. “You were fantastic!”

“
Yes, well, it really
is
none of his damn business. Just because I’m pregnant does
not
give everyone and their mother the right to grill us about getting married.” She sighed and started trying to rub her aching feet. She was only five months pregnant, but the swell of her belly was already impacting her flexibility.

Marvin plopped down next to her and took over, sliding his fingers up and down her arch.
“Imagine their surprise when they find out we’re already married. It’s going to be awesome.”

“
You just like torturing the media,” she retorted.

“
Of course. Tormenting the paparazzi is one of the perks of my job,” he said as though he couldn’t believe she didn’t know that. “And they deserve it, this time. Everyone told me an acoustic album was a bad idea. Ha. Shows what they know. It’s already my bestselling album ever, and it’s only been out for a few months.”

Isabelle smiled, sinking even further into the soft bed.
“You can keep right on doing that forever,” she murmured as he massaged her foot.

“
You only want me to rub your feet? Nothing else?” He smirked at her, fingers trailing up her ankle.

She giggled, kicking at him.
“That tickles!”

He added more pressure, drawing a delicious shiver when his hand moved up behind her knee.
“Better?”

She nodded, looking at him appreciatively. He
’d let his hair grow longer, though not as long as before she’d met him. It was tousled attractively over his face, highlighting the intense green of his eyes. He wore her favorite sweater, the grey cashmere he’d had on the day they met. He’d added a pair of tight leather pants, shit-kicker boots, and silver and leather bracelets. He looked like the poster boy for “Rockstar.”

“
Like what you see?” he asked, hand sliding further up her leg.

She licked her lips and nodded, arousal beginning to burn away her tension even more than his massage.

“I like what I see, too,” he said, tugging at the bottom of her dress.

She sucked in a breath as he moved up, hands warm on her hips. He shifted on the bed, then began to toy with the string holding
the silk fabric closed under her breasts.

“
This red dress is like waving a flag at a bull,” he murmured, kissing her left breast. “It’s like, ‘Whoa, curvy woman.’” He waved his hands over her suggestively, smiling as she rolled her eyes.

“
It’s comfy,” she said.

“
It cost a thousand dollars.” He kissed her right breast, right over her small tattoo, now covered by the fabric. “Worth every penny.”

She pouted.
“You think I need to wear a stunning dress to look pretty?” She waited for his response, knowing he didn’t think that at all. She loved teasing him. She loved being confident that she
could
tease him, and certain that he wouldn’t get angry.

“
Oh please, I love you best when you’re naked. You know
that
, sweetheart,” he retorted, slipping the silk tie free of its knot. “Besides, the new album has already gone platinum. We can afford the dress.”

She slid her hands over his shoulders.
“My belly is just going to get bigger and bigger. Pretty soon I’m going to look like a cow.”

“
A stunning cow,” he murmured, kissing her tattoo. It was barely covered by the red lace bra she wore. He widened the swath of silk, exposing the swell of her tummy. “A gorgeous cow. A beautiful cow.” He kissed her belly button.

She snorted.
“I had no idea you liked cows so much.”

“
I adore
my
cow.” He slid a finger under her bra strap and pushed it off her shoulder.

She made a face at him.
“You’re not allowed to say the word ‘cow’ for the next five months. I’ve decided.”

He lifted his face from where he
’d been nibbling at her collarbone. “Seriously?”

She nodded.
“Seriously.”

“
I’ll just have to call you ‘darling,’ instead then.” He kissed her under her ear, hand on her belly. “And here’s my other little darling, in here.” He traced a finger over the curve of her abdomen. “Must be asleep. No kicking right now.”

“
Good God, Marvin. We’re going to have a baby,” she said suddenly, still kind of stunned by the entire situation.
What am I going to do with a baby?
she thought, semi-hysterically.
I can’t even keep a plant alive.

“
We certainly are,” he said reassuringly, smiling against her skin.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
“Ian is still in denial,” she murmured.

Marvin snorted.
“That’s because you’re his sister.”

“
I told him he would have to babysit. Oh my God, his face when I said those words was epic. I wish you were there to see it.” She grinned, combing through Marvin’s soft hair. “He ran for the door like a dog was chasing him.”

He laughed, shaking the bed.
“Don’t worry. We’ll lock him in a room with the baby when she comes. He’ll be forced to hold her. He won’t be able to help himself.”

“
Who said we’re having a girl?” Isabelle asked, poking him in the shoulder.

“
I did,” he said authoritatively. “An adorable little girl, shy and gorgeous, just like her mother.”

Isabelle lost her smile.
“I don’t like being shy. I wouldn’t wish that on my child. It’s not fun.”

“
Being shy is part of who you are. It gives you empathy. Patience. All good things.” Marvin pulled back to look into her face. His expression was tender. “And you don’t let it hold you back.”

“
Not anymore,” she said, still ashamed of how she’d run away from him. That had been the worst decision of her life.

“
Hey.” He tipped her chin up. “No regrets. I always knew you’d find your way back to me.”

She sighed and kissed his fingers.
“I wasn’t so sure.”

“
I was. I always knew,” he said, nuzzling into her neck.

She shivered, and then he nipped at her earlobe. Isabelle gasped as the sensation sent sparks down her spine.
“I don’t know how you knew,” she managed to say, and then his lips were on hers. He kissed her like he always did: insistent and full-on, as though his default setting was ‘hot.’

Not that I
’m complaining,
she thought, threading her fingers deeper into his hair.

“
I had faith in you,” he murmured, and then he kissed her until she was breathless. When she lay trembling and pliant, he kissed her some more, his thigh slipping between her legs. The leather was warm and soft, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel his skin against hers.

“
No fair, you’re still dressed,” she said, pushing at him.

“
Mmm-hmm.” He ignored her, undoing her bra with an expert hand. He tossed the fabric away and cupped her breasts, licking first one nipple, than the other.

“
Marvin,” she protested, tugging at his sweater.

He
sat back, eyes twinkling. “Don’t worry about me, darling.” He pulled on her panties, sliding the silk down her legs until she was completely exposed. He touched her clit gently. “You’re already wet,” he murmured, sliding his finger around and around.

Isabelle writhed under his touch.
How can he make me so crazy, so fast?
She tried again to get her hands under his sweater, but he scooted down further between her legs. She went to her elbows to protest, but then he put his mouth on her and she forgot what she’d been about to say. He kissed her there as deeply as he ever did her mouth, tongue flicking out to play until she thought she’d go mad.

“
Please,” she begged, needing more.

He chuckled and sat up, wiping his face with his hand. Even that motion was irresistibly sexy. He slid off the bed and stood up. When he took off his sweater, she moaned appreciatively. He was an impressive specimen of manhood: all sleek muscles and gorgeous tattoo. He toed off his boots, then unbuttoned his pants. He had to peel the leather away from his skin. When his cock sprang out, thick and dusky, she sat up, wanting to taste him, but he backed up.
“No touching.”

She growled. He smiled and finished taking off his pants, then urged her up the bed.
“Hold on, darling.”

She threaded her hands into the headboard.
“If I don’t?”

“
Then I’ll hold on for you,” he murmured, teasing her with his cock.

She cried out as the crown bumped her clit. His face had gone tight, and she knew he was close, too, despite not letting her touch him.

Maybe that’s why he won’t let me touch him
, she mused. He teased her some more. “Please,” she begged, again. She bucked her hips, trying to get him inside.

He
spread her wetness all around her pussy, dipping in a little, but never enough to satisfy. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart,” he said, voice low.

She nodded, hands gripping the iron at her head.

“I bet you like this, too,” he said, sliding a finger down to tease at her anus.

She gasped, clenching her muscles.
“God, Marvin.”

He kissed her, cock moving around her clit. When he sank a finger into her ass, he began to work his cock inside, staying on his knees so that the swell of her belly wouldn
’t get in their way. His strength amazed her. She opened her eyes to watch as he pushed in, loving the way their bodies joined together. He plucked at a nipple with his free hand, making her cry out.

“
Yeah, that’s it, Belle. I love you like this.” He pushed in, cock hot and thick. When he began to move, he didn’t just thrust. He rolled his hips from side to side, working his finger in her ass at the same time.

She couldn
’t think, couldn’t even breathe as he fucked her. She forced her eyes open to watch him, loving the concentration on his face as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

“
Let go, Belle. Let go for me,” he urged, voice harsh. His thrusts turned ragged as he fucked her harder and harder. If she hadn’t been holding onto the bed, her head would’ve banged into the metal. When he brought his hand down and pinched her clit, she lost it. Pleasure crashed over her in strong waves, holding her body in thrall as he continued to move. When he grunted and went still, hips tight as he climaxed, impossibly, she orgasmed again.

When he finally collapsed,
he fell to the side even as he gathered her up, always careful of her and the baby. She unclenched her fingers one by one. She brought them down to stroke over his hair. “I love you, Mr. Rockstar.” She grinned, still amazed at where her life had taken her.

He smiled against her shoulder.
“I love you, too, my beautiful Belle.”

The End

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