Rock Chick 02 Rescue (17 page)

The alarm went off and, as it didn’t sound like mine, I knew immediately where I was.

I took stock of my surroundings and realized the warm coziness I felt had a lot to do with being tangled up in Eddie Chavez.

My body tensed and I started to move away.

Eddie’s arms, which were wrapped around me, tightened (one of his thighs, incidental y, was wedged between my legs and my thigh was hooked over his hip not to mention one of my hands was pressed against his chest, the other arm wrapped around his waist, um…
eek!
).

“You need to turn off the alarm,” I said instead of “good morning”.

“Turnin’ off the alarm would mean lettin’ you go,” he said, his voice sexy-rough.

I decided to ignore his sexy, rough voice.

“And?” I asked.

“I’m not gonna do that,” he answered and snuggled closer (though I wouldn’t have thought that possible).

I listened to the blaring noise, it was annoying.

“You have to turn it off,” I said.

“I’m not turnin’ it off.”

“Someone has to turn it off, you’re closer. I don’t know what button to press.”

He didn’t answer.

I listened to the noise.

I tried to pul away.

This time, Eddie’s arms and thigh tightened.

I was stuck.

“Oh for goodness sake,” I said and then pushed into him, rol ed him on his back and reached over. This meant I was sprawled on top of him and I decided to hate Eddie instead of love him and want to give Blanca grandbabies.

There were at least seven dozen buttons at the top so I just ran my fingers down al of them in hopes one of them would turn off the alarm. Instead, the buzzing went away and an old Big Head Todd and the Monsters tune came on.

It wasn’t just a good song, it was a great song, but it was also a sexy song.

Wonderful.

I pushed against Eddie’s chest and peered closer at the alarm to see which button would turn off the music and saw it was also a CD player. Just when I was about to push

“stop”, he pressed into me and rol ed me on my back, him on top.

Not good.

Last night, after Eddie announced we were going to bed, he was good to his word. He planted a lookout in the parking lot of my apartment building. I cal ed Mom to tel her I wasn’t coming home (to her everlasting glee which amounted to a piercing scream of joy which I could swear Eddie heard from across the room). He’d given me a t-shirt that was faded black and had been washed a mil ion times and was soft and comfy. Then we’d gone to bed and slept, no hanky panky, nothing.

I wasn’t going to press my luck.

I decided to go for bel igerence. I needed to get up, get dressed and get the hel out of there as fast as humanly possible and I figured being a bitch was the way to go.

“Get off me. I need to turn off the music,” I told him, looking into dark eyes that were stil drowsy and doing weird things to my peace of mind.

“I like this song,” he said and then his face disappeared into my neck and I could feel his lips there.

Guess bel igerence wasn’t going to work.

“What are you doing?” I pretended not to like his lips on my neck.

“It’s tomorrow,” he answered and then I had to pretend not to like his sleepy gruff voice vibrating on my neck.

“So?”

His lips glided up my neck, his teeth nipped my earlobe and he said, “Your reprieve is over.”

Damn. I was afraid of that.

“Eddie…” I started to say, but he kissed me.

Real y, it was too much to take. His warm body on me, his warm bed under me, his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands
everywhere
; I couldn’t withstand it.

So, I didn’t try.

I kissed him back and, just like in my daydreams, I ran my hands over his chest, his bel y, his back. He felt nice…

hard, sleek and warm.

One of his hands went up my shirt, cupped my breast and he rubbed the pad of his thumb across my nipple.

It felt so good, my mouth disengaged from his, I closed my eyes and sucked in breath.

His head came up and I opened my eyes to look in his.

They were liquid.

His finger joined his thumb and they did a rol on my nipple. Electricity shot straight to my doo-da. My neck arched, I bit my lip and I think my nails dug into his back.

He watched the whole show, his face changed, looking somehow hungry, and the look sent a shiver through me.

His other hand came up the shirt, it was whisked over my head and then it was gone.

His mouth was on mine, then it traveled lower, until his lips locked around my nipple. My hands went into his hair, holding his head while he used tongue, teeth and suction until I couldn’t stand it and I moaned.

He came back over me, his mouth on mine and I was kissing him with everything I had when his hand cupped me between my legs, over my panties, his fingers pressing in.

His head came up barely an inch.

“Christ,
Cariña
, you’re already ready for me.” His voice was hoarse and sounded approving.

Regardless, at his words, I froze. Then I moved my hand down to circle his wrist and pul ed it away.

“No,” I said.

I mean, it was too humiliating.

In the throes of delicious sexual activity, I could forget.

I could forget that I was Just Jet and there would be a time when he’d realize that, when Damsel in Distress Jet was saved and there was nothing interesting about her anymore. I could forget that he was Hot Handsome Eddie and it’d never last because he’d eventual y realize he was out of my league. I could forget knowing that other people would look at us and think, “What is
he
doing with
her
?” I could forget for a moment. But the truth was al that was there.

He was with a gorgeous blonde just two months ago.

I hadn’t had an orgasm in eight months and hadn’t slept with anyone since Oscar.

He was the most popular boy at school, and I was the girl with glasses, braces and a funny wardrobe.

It just wasn’t ever going to work.

His hand twisted, dislodging mine from his wrist and his fingers laced in mine.

“Un-unh, Jet. You can’t switch off on me just like that,” he said and looked at me closely.

“I have to go to work,” I told him.

“Talk to me,” he returned.

With my other hand I pushed at his shoulder, using my body to push at him too.

He didn’t budge.

We were ful -frontal, skin-to-skin, it felt good and, al of a sudden, I wanted to cry.

“I have to go,” I said, a little desperately.

He lifted my hand and held it between our bodies.

“Talk to me,” he repeated, quietly this time.

I glared at him.

“I have to go,” I repeated, a lot louder this time.

He lifted our hands up to his mouth and touched his lips to them, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he held them to his chest and I had to remind myself to breathe.

“Did someone hurt you?” He asked softly, his eyes had gone funny, gentle and something else, something I couldn’t read.

I blinked, confused.

“Pardon?” I asked.

“Hurt you, touched you in a way you didn’t want?” he explained

I blinked again, then my breath caught in my throat.

“Do you mean rape?”

He didn’t answer, he just looked at me.

“Why would you think that?” I asked.

“One second you’re running hot, the next, ice cold and near tears. It would certainly explain why you’re so guarded.

Cariña
, I’d like to understand,” he said it like he meant it and that pleasant feeling hit me again but this time it was so powerful, it knocked the wind out of me.

“I haven’t been raped,” I spoke quietly.

“You’d tel me?” he asked.

“I’d tel you, I answered.

I didn’t realize how tense his body was until I answered I didn’t realize how tense his body was until I answered him and he relaxed against me.

“Then tel me what it is,” he said.

“It wasn’t that,” I replied.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Jet.”

“Real y, Eddie, it’s nothing.”

His brows came together when it dawned on him I wasn’t a wounded soul but instead, just an idiot.

“It’s not nothing. If it was nothing, right now, instead of talkin’, we’d be in about the same position but your legs would be wrapped around my back. It’s something.” My stomach curled.

I ignored it.

“It’s nothing.”

“Goddamit, Jet,” he said through clenched teeth, losing patience.

“Eddie, I have to go to work.”

“No, you have to talk to me. You don’t talk to me, I’m cuffin’ you to the bed until you do talk to me.” I stared at him.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“Fuckin’ try me.”

Oh… dear… Lord.

I stared at him again trying to figure out if he would do it.

The look on his face said he would.

“Get off!” I bucked against him, to no avail.

“Talk!” he snapped.

“I haven’t had an orgasm in eight months! Okay?” I

“I haven’t had an orgasm in eight months! Okay?” I yel ed, “Now get off!”

Yeesh.

The lengths a girl had to go to were ridiculous
and
embarrassing.

He stared at me.

“You’re joking,” he said.

“Would I joke about something like that?” I asked.

“
I
wouldn’t joke about something like that.” I gave him a look.

He grinned.

“It isn’t funny,” I snapped, feeling immensely stupid.

“No, you’re right, it isn’t. I’m just glad there’s final y a problem of yours I can fix.”

Uh-oh.

“I don’t think…” I started but he kissed me again. It was a great kiss and then it was al hands, mouth, teeth, tongue, both his and mine. It was delicious; it was almost even beautiful.

When his hand went between my legs again, he didn’t mess around with my underwear. He just dipped right in, his fingers pressing, hitting the perfect spot and they began moving.

It didn’t take long. As I said, it’d been a long time but he had talented fingers, strong and creative. I was breathing heavy against his mouth, I was holding on to him tight and then it happened.

And it was glorious. Fucking unbelievable and trust me, it was definitely worth the f-word. It was worth a thousand f-words.

After I finished, I opened my eyes and saw him watching me with a look that was both soft and satisfied even though he’d gotten nothing out of it.

I didn’t have time to be embarrassed. He rol ed over me and pul ed me off the bed so we were standing at the side, his arms came around me and he pressed me deep into his body.

“Now, I’l take you to work,” he said and he bent his head and touched his lips to mine. Then he let me go, turned and walked away.

I stood and watched him go. He had a great behind, I’d been spending months appreciating it through his jeans but now I could see that fact especial y as he was only wearing a pair of blue and white striped boxers.

By the way, Big Head Todd and the Monsters was stil playing on the CD.

* * * * *

Indy, Al y and Tex were al behind the espresso counter and their heads came up when we entered. Indy and Al y took one look at Eddie and me and smiled. Tex scowled.

There was a line of customers, ten deep, ready to give their orders.

“The cavalry arrives!” Tex boomed. “These two ain’t worth shit behind the counter. Get back here, Loopy Loo.” I started to walk forward but Eddie’s hand tightened in mine and I turned around.

“I have to get to work,” I said, like the mil ionth time that day.

He closed in on me and said, “Okay, but first, promise me you won’t go lookin’ for your Dad.”

I thought about it, then nodded. I decided that if I didn’t make my answer verbal then maybe it wasn’t a ful -blown lie, more like half a lie or even a third of a lie, which wasn’t as bad, was it?

He looked at me for a beat then turned toward the books and dragged me along behind him. He walked in two rows, turned left and stopped halfway down the aisle.

“Eddie, I have to help out. Did you see how many people were in line?”

He dropped my hand but then both of his went to where my shoulders met my neck.

“I’ve got something else to explain to you.” Oh no, not this again.

I braced for impact.

“This morning, things changed,” he said.

I stared at him.

“What things?” I asked.

“Before, I was makin’ you my business. Things are different once I sleep with a woman, make her come and intend to do it again. Now you just
are
my business.” Dear Lord.

My knees went weak and I grabbed onto his t-shirt to stay standing.

One of his thumbs started stroking my neck.

“You stil got a bouncer takin’ you to Smithie’s?” I nodded.

“Get Tex or Duke to take you home from Fortnum’s and walk you up to your apartment. I’l pick you up from work tonight.”

“Oh… kay,” I said.

He smiled, dimple and al , and bent his head to kiss me deep. He let my neck go but tucked my hair behind my ear.

Then he was gone.

I wandered out of the books stil half in an Eddie Daze.

The minute I exited the shelves, Indy and Al y descended on me. I saw that Duke had arrived and was working the espresso counter with Tex.

“How’d it go?” Indy asked.

“You have to ask? She’s stil in her clothes from last night. Fuckin’ cool!” Al y said.