Rock My Bed (10 page)

Her grin widens as she reaches up and strokes my cheek. “Then I like the idea I’m the only one who gets sweet kisses.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t let that get out. I’m not really known for being
sweet
.”

“Wouldn’t want it to get out you actually have a heart, would we?”

Definitely not. When people find out you actually give a shit, that’s when they fucking hurt you. I know that pain all too well and never want to go through that again. 

I grab the nape of her neck and kiss her hungrily while trying to push the idea of taking my time with her out of my head. This girl has the capability of crushing me if I let things get out of control. That’s the whole reason we have this one time hump arrangement—to get each other out of our systems and move the fuck on. We both know we aren’t good together and this thing between us would never go long term anyway because I would fuck it up somehow. 

I close my eyes and will my stupid brain to stop overthinking the situation. She’s just another woman out to fuck a rock star so she can have a memory of how wild she was before she settles down in suburbia and pops out some spoiled-rotten children. 

Exhausted, satisfied and spent I collapse on top of her. Her hair surrounds me and I inhale the scent of her into my nose. Instantly, I'm turned-on again. I was right—once isn’t going to be enough. I already want more. 

Fuck me. I’m in such deep shit.

Chapter 8

AUBREY

After hours of mind-blowing sex we lay in the darkness wrapped in each other’s arms. He strokes the bare skin on my shoulder while I rest my head on his chest. I never expected such caring from him—multiple orgasms, sure, but never a connection. This almost feels like the start of a relationship, which I know is insane. We barely know each other. 

The burning desire to get to know this complex man burns inside me. How can he be one way to the world, and yet hide this caring side of himself away? 

I trace the tattoos on his defined chest with fingers, lingering awhile on the name over his heart. “What happened between you and the girl?” His arms tense around me and I instantly feel like I’ve stepped over some invisible line that’s been drawn around him. Desperate to keep him from shutting me off again and becoming Riff, I backpedal. “You don’t have to tell me. I was curious.”

Zach sighs into my hair. “It’s not what you think.”

I turn and rest my chin on him so I can peer up at his face. “Oh?” 

I’m dying to know more, but don’t want to push. 

He frowns under my gaze. “Hailey was my sister.”

There’s no mistaking the word
was
in that sentence. I can’t even fathom the loss of a family member, let alone someone close, because it’s not something I’ve been through.  I imagine it’s soul altering. 

I’m quiet for a few minutes, allowing him time to explain further without any prompting from me. When he doesn’t answer, I ask quietly, “What was she like?”

A sad smile fills his face. “She was amazing—my ornery, little tag-a-long. That kid followed me everywhere.” 

“So, she was your kid sister?”

He nods. “She was eight when she died.”

How awful. Her life hadn’t even begun and yet it was ripped away at such an early age.

I tilt my head. “How old where you?”

“Sixteen.”

My heart crumbles a little. “That’s so young to have to deal with something like that. What happened to her?”

Zach pulls his lips into a tight line and stares up at the ceiling, clearly fighting back emotion. 

It’s always on the news that most tragedies where a child dies, some sort of preventable negligence occurred. I want to ask so badly if that’s what happened, but when I glance up at Zach for answers he grows still. 

“Don’t,” he says. “Whatever you’ve got going through your mind, let’s not even talk about it.”

Instead of pushing the issue further, I back off and give the topic space. It’s obvious from his change of mood that he still has issues dealing with her death, and who am I to push him to open up to me. After all, I am still just some woman he slept with. We barely know each other. 

I sigh and return my head to his chest and study the contours of his abs. I have to accept this night for what it is. Just sex. 

It’s not long before my eyes grow heavy and I’m fast asleep. 

RIFF

I lay awake and watch her sleep against me. She’s so beautiful. Her pouty lips drift open and she breathes slowly. She’s peaceful and it’s amazing to watch someone completely relax when they sleep. 

I’ve drifted in and out all night, but now that the sun’s up, I know it’ll be a matter of time before we walk out of this room and I never see her again. So I don’t want to waste any more time sleeping. 

It’s been a long time since anyone has asked me about Hailey’s tattoo. Even longer still since anyone has cared enough to try to pump me for details about her. I knew Kitten was different from all the other women I’ve been with. That’s why I wanted her so much.

The ringtone on my cell plays throughout the quiet room. I snatch it off the nightstand and without looking at the caller ID, I answer, “Somebody better be dead.”

A bitter laugh rolls through my earpiece and my stomach clenches. “You might as well call me that.”

My jaw tenses. “What do you want, Dad? I told you to never call me.”

He huffs into the phone. “I would be happy to never speak to your piece of shit ass again, but seeing as how there’s no payment in my bank account yet, I figured I’d better call to make sure you haven’t forgotten about your dear, old Dad.”

I squeeze the phone in my hand. “Nice to know I’m your fucking meal ticket.”

“You listen to me you little bastard. That money better be in my account today, or so help me—”

Blind rage overtakes me and makes me forget Aubrey’s asleep on my chest as I shout, “Or you’ll what? Beat my ass? Sorry old man, but that bridge has long been crossed and we won’t be going back over it. You’re lucky I send shit. One of these days I’m going to tell you to fuck off.”

He laughs. “Idle threats, son. We both know you owe me, so get me my fucking money!”

Before I can get another word in, Dad hangs up on me. 

Fucking asshole. 

I would give anything to be able to cut him out of my life. He’s an old, bitter man who loves to make me feel like a fuck-up every chance he gets. 

Disgusted, I toss my phone back on the nightstand. My eyes shoot down to study Kitten. Not once has she made a move like she’s awake, which is a small miracle from God considering I basically screamed in her ear. 

My relationship with my father is something I don’t want anyone to know about, let alone witness first hand. I hate the fact that the guys in the band know about my past at all, but I hate even more that Trip and Tyke were witness to it. I hate people’s fucking sympathy more than anything in the world. I’m a piece of shit and deserve none. I deserve the hell I’ve been through. 

Aubrey stirs in my arms, and I tense. 

Shit. She probably did hear that after all. 

She stretches her slender arms out and yawns before she peers up at me through those sexy, long lashes of hers. She smiles and then snuggles back into me. “Good morning.”

Relief floods me. Surely if she heard that fight she’d be asking me who I was talking too. I’m glad I don’t have to give her some lame-ass lie to try to cover up who I am. I don’t need her knowing I’m a fucked up mess. 

“Mornin’. You hungry? I can order us up some room service before we head back to the bus, or maybe we can go another round while we still have some privacy?”

She bites her bottom lip after she runs her tongue across it. “I think another round is definitely called for before breakfast.”

Aubrey rises up and presses her lips to mine. 

I really do like the way this girl thinks. 

As things start to get good, Aubrey’s cell rings. What the fuck is with all the calls this morning?

She tries to pull away, but I only squeeze her in my arms tighter which causes her to giggle. “Zach, I have to get that. It could be Lanie.”

“Make it quick.” I hold her a second longer before letting her go.

Kitten answers on the fourth ring. “Hello?” Her tone is raspy and slow.

She listens for a few seconds to the person on the other end of the line, and I notice how adorable she is when she tries to concentrate. I lean in and nibble on her neck. 

She giggles. “Stop, Riff.”

The use of my stage name causes me to pause. All night long she’s used my real name. Is she calling me that to impress whoever is on the other end of the line? My heart sinks a bit, but I know she has got the right idea. We can’t get in too deep with one another if we only have this short time together.  

I kiss a trail down her chest and suck a nipple in my mouth, trying to coax her off the phone and back into my bubble for a little while longer.

 “Yes,” she says, breathlessly.

I grin. That yes sounded more like it was for me, than whoever’s on the phone.

Aubrey sighs. “Don’t be mad. We’ll be together all the time in about a week when you come home. Besides you have Noel to play with.”

Ah, she’s talking to Lanie. In that case she definitely needs to get off the phone. The skin on her stomach is so soft against my lips. 

Aubrey giggles again when I dip my tongue into her belly button. “But it could be
just
like that if you’d let it.” 

“Why don’t you hang up and let me fuck you again?” I mumble before I suck her clit into my mouth. 

She grabs a handful of the sheet and grips it tight. “Um, gotta go, Lanie. Love you.”

She ends the call and tosses her phone to the side. I grin and nip her skin. Victory is mine. Now her full attention is mine. 

I shove two fingers inside and begin to work her into a frenzy. 

AUBREY

Zach’s bike screams as we roll into the parking lot. He parks us beside the semi-trailer he got the motorcycle from last night. 

I peel my arms from around him. “I think you have a death wish.”

He chuckles. “I like life with a little edge is all. Besides, I didn’t drive that fast.”

I hop off the bike and rip the helmet off. “Well, it was fast enough to scare the shit out of me.”

He grins and hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. I straddle his right leg as he still sits on the bike. “What happened to my self-assured wild cat from last night? The one that was fearless?”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and curse myself for letting this thing between us feel so easy. A guy like him can break my heart if I get attached, which is the exact thing I’m trying to avoid from happening again. 

I shrug. “I’m trying to wean her out of my system.”

His eyes search mine. “That’s too bad. I like her.”

Him liking my wild side is exactly the reason I need to change it. He’s too similar to all my other exes. They all used me until they were tired of me and tossed me aside like my feelings for them meant nothing. I don’t want to ever be treated like that again, if that means reevaluating my taste in men, so-be-it. 

A man like Zach will never settle down and I don’t want to be over thirty and still trying to find a man that will be more than a baby-daddy to me. I need a man that’s into a family for the long haul.

“Wait here while I make sure no one fucks up my bike,” Zach says before kissing me on the cheek and jumping off the bike. 

His black t-shirt and faded jeans cling to his sculpted body in the right spots as his strong arms clutch the handles to push the motorcycle to the end of the trailer. 

Zach asks the road crew to stash his bike back on the trailer and I glance around the busy parking lot. Behind the scenes of a massive show like this is crazy. People are everywhere. I can’t imagine for one second this crazy world being my life. I don’t know how the guys deal with being surrounded by so many people all the time. It would drive me insane to never have any privacy.

A group of women, some of whom I recognize from standing and waiting for the tour bus to arrive, approach Zach as he supervises the roadies with his bike. A tall, leggy blonde with an obvious paid-for rack caresses his shoulder. Hate twists in my gut when he doesn’t immediately shove her hand away, knowing damn well I can see him. 

My body jerks, willing me over to tell the chick to back off, but I instantly stop myself. What the hell am I thinking? He isn’t mine. What we had last night isn’t anything more than a one-night stand. I know that, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy from reaching every nerve in my body when I see him with another women. 

I do hold a small amount of satisfaction in knowing I was given permission to call him by his real name, though. Actually, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn’t call him that. That implies we have a certain level of intimacy—one he doesn’t share with the other women he takes to bed. While I don’t want to be grouped with the rest of the women he usually sleeps with, I don’t want him getting any ideas about what we share happening more than this weekend.

Maybe I should set shit straight now. 

I approach Zach and the women all stare me down on the way. The blonde doesn’t make a move to remove herself from his side, and he doesn’t seem to mind her there. 

“Hey, Riff. I’m going to try to find Lanie. I’ll catch you later,” I tell him with as much confidence as I can muster to show I’m cool with parting ways from him. 

I turn on my heel, only to find myself halted with Zach’s arm around my wrist. “You’re not going to wait on me?”

The blonde is no longer at his side, but she stands with her arms folded and her lips in an obvious pout behind him. Zach crinkles his brow as he waits on me to answer. 

I stare into his green eyes for a second before my gaze flicks to the pack of groupies waiting on his attention. “No. You seem busy.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be like that. You’re not jealous, are you?”

I flinch. Am I that easy to read? “No, of course not. I just don’t want to be in your way.”