WMIS 04 Rock With Me (11 page)

“What?”

“That’s seriously how you thwart unwelcome recognition? By dissing your own band?”

“It worked.” I chuckle and take a bite. “Damn, that’s good.”

“You got lemon! Can I have a bite? It’s my second favorite.”

I hold the cake up to her lips and she takes a tiny bite and closes her eyes as she
moans in happiness, and I have to readjust myself on my chair.

Jesus, I’m like a randy teenager with her. I thought I had better control over my
dick than this.

“Can I have a bite of yours?” I ask.

“Hell no, get your own,” she pulls her cupcake closer to her and scowls at me.

“Selfish brat. I shared mine.”

“Sucker,” she smirks and continues eating her chocolate.

I glance across the street and grin. “Do you know what that building is across the
street?”

She follows my gaze and shrugs. “Just a red brick building.”

There is no signage, and it’s non-descript.

“Nope, it’s a recording studio. It’s owned by a famous female duo from Seattle. They’ve
owned it since the early eighties.” Excited, I lean forward and cup my coffee in my
hands. “Sam, Johnny Cash recorded there. Nirvana, Sound Garden, Pearl Jam. God, too
many to count.” I look at the building again, an idea forming in my head.

“Have you recorded there?” she asks, staring at the building.

“No,” I shake my head. “I have been inside, though. When I first moved to Seattle,
I won a radio contest and got to go to a private Pearl Jam concert there. There were
only twelve of us in the audience, all sitting in a semi-circle. It was the coolest
thing I’d ever been to.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. You guys should do that.”

I nod, the idea taking more shape. “I wonder if we could record the next album there,”
I murmur and Sam’s eyes widen.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not. I don’t know how far they’re booked out for studio time,
but that way I wouldn’t have to go back to L.A. to record. Most of us live up here
anyway.”

I grin at her, excited to start making calls and she grins back.

“Could I come listen?” she asks.

“Of course. Anytime.” The thought of having Sam in the studio with us as we lay tracks
makes my stomach clench.

The thought of fucking her in the studio is even better. I’ve never done that before
because work and personal shit have always been separate for me, but damn, I’ve already
blurred all my lines for her, why not this one too?

“How many songs do you have written?” she asks and licks her fork.

“I’ve written three by myself and two with Meg. Some of the other guys have written
a few. I’m working on one more now. We have a list of songs that the studio wants
us to consider. I figure we’ll start pulling it together in a few weeks.” Her big
eyes are on me, listening intently. It makes me proud that she’s so interested, and
she asks intelligent questions, not the typical fan questions.

She’s definitely a fan of the band, and that’s just one more thing that draws me to
her.

Of course, I’d be drawn to her if she hated the band too, but nothing long-term could
come of it. My band is my family.

“You have frosting on your lip,” I murmur.

She licks the wrong side and smiles knowingly. “Did I get it?”

“Nope, other side.”

She licks again, her pink tongue running along her lips and my cock instantly comes
awake. She missed.

“Now?”

I reach out and brush the frosting with my finger, but before I can pull it away,
she grips my wrist in her hand and pulls the finger in her mouth, sucking the frosting
off and nibbling lightly on my skin.

Fuck.

“We need to get the fuck out of here,” I growl. I hear the need in my voice, and her
eyes dilate with lust.

“I’m not done with my tea,” she mutters and her eyes fall to my piercing.

“Yeah, you are. Let’s go.”

Chapter Eight

~Samantha~

Well, I guess I’ll work that cupcake off this morning after all.

Leo pulls me into the elevator of my building, after practically dragging me the two
blocks home, and jabs the button for my floor.

As soon as the doors close, he’s on me. He lifts me against the wall, holding me in
place with his pelvis pressed to mine, my legs wrapped around his lean waist, and
he’s kissing me like crazy.

I yank the beanie off his head and dig my fingers into his hair, holding on, as he
plunders my mouth, biting and sucking and then plundering some more.

God, he can kiss.

The bell dings, signaling that we’ve arrived at my floor, and he’s suddenly pulling
me along behind him.

My fingers are fumbling with the keys as he folds himself around me from behind, kissing
my neck, his thumbs tweaking my puckered nipples.

“I can’t open the door,” I mutter and gasp as he sucks on the soft skin beneath my
ear.

“Give me your keys, baby.”

He makes quick work of the door, guides me inside, shuts and locks it and begins to
lead me toward the bedroom.

“The couch is right here,” I remind him, and he stills, turns to me, his gray eyes
on fire and breath coming fast. He steps to me and cups my face in his hands, holding
my eyes with his own.

“I haven’t been inside you in days.”

“Satur…”

“Saturday was nothing more than us hurting each other. It doesn’t count. I haven’t
been with you, been inside you, for days. I’m not fucking you on your couch. I want
to spread you out on your bed and drive us both crazy. I want you trembling and wet.”

Holy shit.

“Can’t argue with that.” I grin at him and suddenly I’m caught up in his arms again.
I unzip his hoodie and pull it down his arms, and pull his shirt over his head. We
quickly undress each other, leaving a trail of clothing through the living room, down
the hallway and to my bedroom.

When we’re standing by the bed, him completely nude, and delicious, he steps back
and sweeps his eyes up and down my body, over my pink lacy bra and matching boy-short
panties.

“Jesus, do you always wear underwear like that?”

I smile smugly. “I like pretty underwear.”

“You wear underwear like that every day and old concert t-shirts to bed?”

“Don’t knock my shirts. I love them.”

And suddenly I’m on my back on the bed and Leo is peeling my panties down my legs.
He throws them over his shoulder and plants a kiss on my belly, right above my piercing.

“I love this piercing,” he mutters and kisses me again.

“It’s just a navel piercing, babe.” I chuckle and then moan when he licks down my
belly to my pubis and over my clit.

“Don’t knock it,” he mumbles and licks further down through my folds.

“Fuck you’re good at that.” My hips instinctively thrust up, but he holds my hips
firmly against the mattress.

“You taste amazing.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside
me and I can’t hold back, I come apart, shattering and shuddering, pushing my pussy
against his face, gripping onto the sheets at my side.

He kisses the insides of my thighs, the crease where my legs meet my center, and with
his fingers still inside me, he kisses his way up to my breasts. He swirls his tongue
around a nipple, nibbles it, and pays the other the same attention, while moving his
fingers, all four of them, in a rhythmic wave motion, tickling me and making me giggle.

“That tickles.”

“Mmm.” He grins and kisses my mouth, softly, playfully. I grip that piercing in my
teeth and tug gently, and he smiles some more, moving his fingers more quickly.

I moan and squirm beneath him, and gasp as he presses his thumb on my clit.

“I’m not a guitar, you know,” I remind him as he continues to torment my labia with
those talented fingers.

“Oh, but the sounds you make, sunshine,” he whispers and buries his face in my neck.
I wrap my arms around him. He’s pressed against me, from hip to shoulder, his fingers
playing me like an instrument, and to my surprise, I come again, violently.

He’s going to kill me.

“Leo,” I cup his face in my hand and look up at him, and for the first time in my
entire life, the idea of having sex with him on top of me doesn’t freak me out. “I’ve
never done this.”

“I know that’s not true, sunshine, you’ve done it with me.” He grins down at me, but
I shake my head.

“Never in this position, on my back.”

“What?” He frowns down at me and pulls his hand out from between my legs and braces
himself over me. “What do you mean?”

I close my eyes, regretting my words, and take a deep breath. “Exactly what it sounded
like,” I whisper.

“Look at me,” he murmurs softly.

My eyes find his as he slowly shifts between my legs, covering me with his lean body,
and I love the feel of his weight on me. He just rests here, allowing me to adjust
to him, his hard cock pressed against my folds, his legs between mine, and I raise
my legs and wrap them around his waist. He drops his forehead down to mine and pulls
in a ragged breath.

“Are you okay?” He whispers.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Why?” His eyes are pinned to mine, and he looks worried and happy at the same time.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of giving someone that much control over me.” My voice
is soft and I move my hips, sliding his cock against me. “God, you feel good.”

“You have to stop doing that, sunshine, I’m trying to go slow here.”

“Who said it needs to be slow?” I ask and brush my fingers down his face. “You can
fuck me hard like this.”

“It doesn’t always have to be rough to be good, Sam.”

I will not cry.
I swallow and close my eyes. Jesus, what is he doing to me? He’s seen me sick, pissed
off, and now he’s seeing me at my most vulnerable.

“Baby,” he whispers and gently kisses me. “I’ve got you.”

He reaches down between us and rolls on a condom, grips one of my hands in his, and
pulls it close to our chests, and slowly, oh so slowly sinks inside me.

My breath catches as I look up into his eyes, at the look there that I’m not ready
to label, and I hold him close as he begins to move, his cock strong and full, his
pubic bone pushing against my clit with each gentle thrust.

I’ve never in my life had a man make slow, sweet love to me, and it’s this moody,
amazing man giving it to me.

“My God, Sam,” he whispers. “You’re just so tight.”

His words, the tone of his silky voice, and the way his body is blanketing me is my
undoing, and I feel the build coming from the base of my spine, my face flushes, and
I cling to him as I fall over the edge, chanting his name.

“Yes,” he mutters against my lips and his body stills and then jerks as he comes inside
me.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers and kisses a tear on my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

I can just shake my head and blink my eyes. “No.”

“What is it?” His voice is soft.

“This is just new,” I respond and offer him a watery smile. “But it’s good.”

“I was aiming for really good.”

“You have good aim.”

He grins proudly and my phone starts to play the old Twentieth Century Fox theme song.

“That’s Luke.”

“He can wait.”

Leo kisses my nose, my forehead, and my cheek before settling his lips on mine again
and brushing them back and forth.

And the phone goes off again.

“Something could be wrong,” I whisper. “I should answer.”

He regretfully pulls out of me and watches me move off the bed to find my phone that’s
still in the pocket of my jeans.

“Hello?” I turn to find Leo lying, face down, face propped on his folded arms, smiling
at me. I stick my tongue out at him.

“What the hell, Sam?” Luke’s pissed.

“What?”

“You were supposed to watch Liv today while Nat and I went to the doctor.”

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’ve been sick.” Leo frowns at me and sits up and
I turn my back on him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling better.”

“Well, I hope you’re home ‘cause we’re bringing her to you, since the office isn’t
too far from you. I’m parking now. We’ll bring her up.”

He hangs up and I immediately panic.

“Fuck!”

“What is it?” Leo’s standing behind me, his face worried, and my panic rises.

“Luke and Nat are on their way up here with Olivia. I’m supposed to watch her, and
I forgot.” I eye his hot naked self, and then start scooping up our clothes, throwing
his at him as I go. “Get dressed! Damn, damn, damn!”