DIRTY ROCKER: A Rock Star Romance Page 11

  “No I didn’t.” I nudged him on his tattooed shoulder. “I barely said a word…”

  “You didn’t need to, love. You’re so beautiful everyone was in awe of you.”

  I smiled at his attempt to make me feel better. I’d sat like a dumbass throughout the interview, letting Pierce answer most of the questions. Questions about how we met. How long we’d known each other. When and where the happy event would take place…to which he replied that it hadn’t been decided yet.

  “I’m just not used to being in the public eye,” I sighed. When we’d been grilled by the press in Auckland nearly a month ago it had been the same. But maybe that’s what was expected of a rock god’s partner? I mean, he was the star not me.

  He picked up his guitar and sauntered over to an armchair in the living area of the suite. “Wanna hear the song I wrote for ya?”

  “I’d love to.” I perched on the chair opposite, every nerve in my body tingling with anticipation.

  Wolf howls at the dirty moon

  Every time you leave the room

  Blue bird sings and the white dove flies

  When I know you are nearby

  Two revolutions of the Ferris wheel

  Before I realize I’m already home

  And I think I’m not going anywhere

  I’ll stay so you’re not alone

  If you can see a palm tree sway

  You can see me on my way

  If I could just see your heart-shaped face

  I won’t need to touch you at all

  Amber eyes and cinnamon hair

  You give me all I could ever want

  Life and the universe are never fair

  But my love will be constant.

  “It’s beautiful.” My breath caught. “I have no words…” Tears of emotion filled my eyes, and I got down on my knees to shuffle over to him. “Please, play it for the band. They’ll love it as much as I do.”

  “You think?” He pressed his cupid lips together. “Maybe. It’s not as dark as my other songs.”

  “It’s awesome.” I looked up at him, adoration pouring out of me.

  He placed his guitar on the side table and pulled me onto his lap. I sighed contentedly as he ran his hands up my bare arms. I felt the heat of our bodies and inhaled his musky male scent. He held me against his hard chest, then smoothed his hands down my back to unzip my dress. It fell away from my shoulders and he helped me wriggle out of it.

  We kissed slowly, passionately, hungrily. He broke our kiss and sniffed the air between us. “I stink. Need a shower.” His indigo eyes glinted. “Wanna join me?”

  “I’m starting to get addicted to your dirty rocker smell.” My cheeks heated up. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

  He laughed. “One day, my darling, I’m gonna give you a filthy fuck.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “But not tonight.” His gaze burned fiercely as he leaned away from me and stared down at my breasts and the thong covering my pussy. “Tonight I have other plans for you….”

  I loved getting naked with him and making out under the hot water, so I didn’t mind when he got to his feet and led me into the bathroom. We shrugged off the rest of our clothes and stepped into the massive cubicle.

  He turned on the faucet, and billowing steam misted around us as his tongue pushed between my lips. I bit down on it, and he laughed into my mouth. “That’s my girl.”

  I wrapped my hands around his neck and he maneuvered me against the tiled wall, balling my hair tight in his fist as he carried on kissing me. I released a moan, and he strengthened his grip, pulling back my head to suck and bite his way down my jaw.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” his voice was deep, rough, and filled with lust.

  He latched onto my pebbled nipple and sucked hard, biting, sucking, before biting and sucking again, going from one nipple to the other.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Please, what?” the words vibrated against my heated skin.

  “Please, lick me…”

  “With fucking pleasure.”

  He spun me around so that my palms slapped against the tiles. Then he took hold of my hips, tilted them upwards, and spread my legs apart. “Bend forward and push your bum toward me, babe.”

  I gasped, and my toes curled as he got down on his knees and started to lick me from behind. The tip of his tongue poked at my entrance, slid into me a little way, and I mewled.

  He held me in place. “You’re doing great, love.” He turned me around so I was facing him and slurped my clit into his mouth. Holding my hips, he sucked me so hard I exploded in a shuddering, pulsating climax, my entire body spinning and clenching.

  “I love you, baby.” His breath rasped as he got to his feet.

  “I love you too, honey. I love you so much.” There was something I’d so like to try. It would push me out of my comfort zone, but it would also show Pierce how much I loved him. “Sit on the bench, handsome. I wanna wash ya.”

  He did as I asked, and now it was my turn to crouch between his legs. I squirted body wash into my hands and smoothed them along his ripped pecs, his flat stomach, and his firm abs. God, he was gorgeous.

  I reached his dick. Could I do this? I so wanted to do it for him. Tentatively, I wrapped my hand around the base, lifted my chin and locked my gaze with his.

  “You don’t have to reciprocate, sweetheart,” he breathed. But I could tell he needed it by the way his cock was swelling under my fingers.

  I bent and kissed his tip. He twitched, making me smile, and it felt good. It felt like I could do this. I loved Pierce with all my heart. His cock was a part of him and I could love it too…

  I gave it a lick. “Oh, that’s so good,” he groaned. I stretched my lips around his thickness, and gradually took in as much of him as I could. He tasted like his skin tasted when I sucked on his neck. A nice taste, but he was big, and I felt like gagging. I pulled away to trace his bulging veins with my tongue, running it up and down the silky-smooth length.

  “Yes, like that, sweetheart,” he moaned. My heart swelled with pride at the effect I was having on him.

  His hand slid around the back of my head to hold me just where he wanted me, and I wrapped my lips around him again. I lifted my gaze and our eyes locked while he pushed into my mouth. I let him maneuver himself into me as deep as he clearly thought I could take, and he rocked in and out, his breath coming in short pants as he bucked his hips forward. Unleashing a final groan, he tensed and spasmed. Proudly, I swallowed his warm salty cum.

  He lifted me onto his lap, kissed my forehead, my nose and then my mouth. “I’m so honored, Hayley. I never expected that but I loved every second of it.”

  “Did I do good?”

  “You did brilliantly.” He kissed me again. “Let me wash you now.”

  He soaped me, running his hands over my back, my shoulders, along my arms, and between my legs. Then he flicked a switch so the spray came through a hand-held nozzle while he rinsed me off. After kissing me again, he opened the door to the shower and picked up a fluffy white towel, wrapping it around me before retrieving a second one for himself.

  We dried ourselves, cleaned our teeth, and I got to work on our hair with the blower. “Can’t believe we’ll be in Tokyo tomorrow,” I said when we were dry. “This sure is a whirlwind tour.”

  “We’ll be playing at an indoor arena there.” He took my hand and led me to the bed. “Not as big as our recent stadium venues. But we have a huge fan base in Japan and both concerts have sold out.”

  “Cool.” I pulled back the comforter and stretched out in the center of the mattress.

  He laid himself next to me and drew me toward him so that our foreheads touched. “There’s something I need to tell you.” He spoke the words sluggishly, like every syllable hurt.

  My heart skittered. “Was it what your dad said the other night?”

  He nodded. “Danilo Ramos has been released. But he’s broken parole.”

  Pierce’s voice had deepened, a
s if the mood behind it had turned dark.

  My eyes blinked rapidly. “Does he know it was you who identified him to the police?”

  “My part in it was kept secret. But he’s not stupid. He’ll have worked it out for himself and, knowing how he operates, I have no doubt he’ll want revenge.”

  “He’s in the UK. We’re in the Far East,” I reassured Pierce. “If he’s broken parole, he won’t be able to get on a plane. The minute he presents his passport at check-in he’ll be picked up.”

  “Yeah. That’s what I keep telling myself…”

  “I bet you’ll get another call from your dad soon that Ramos has been re-arrested.” I kept my tone light, although prickles of worry stroked my insides.

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “Yeah.” What else could I say? I snuggled against him. Little by little, I felt him relax against me. But he didn’t fall asleep. I pretended to drop off, to encourage him to follow suit. He stayed awake. Sometime in the middle of the night, after I’d been drifting in and out of dreams for a while, he levered himself out of the bed and headed toward the other side of the room.

  Oh, God, don’t get a drink from the mini bar, Pierce. Jake no longer had them emptied before we checked in.

  I half opened my eyes and relief washed through me when, in the semi-darkness, I made out he was heading for a chair in the corner instead. He picked up his guitar, but he didn’t play it. Just sat there on his own, staring into space.

  Without hesitating, I swung my legs from the bed and went to him. He put down his instrument, opened his arms, and I settled onto his lap. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, sweetheart.” He held me tightly.

  “I’ll always be with you.” I lifted my lips to his.

  Our kiss was intense, like we could kiss away all the bad things that had happened to us. Pierce had been blocking out his past by resorting to drugs and alcohol. Could my phobia be because there was something in my past that I’d blocked? My breath caught in my throat. We were two broken people who’d found each other. And we’d fix each other, I hoped.

  Chapter 22

  Pierce

  Our 747 was descending toward Tokyo International Airport. I fastened my seatbelt and held Hayley’s hand. Had I done the right thing fessing up to her about Ramos? I shifted my bum in my chair. Ever since Dad’s call I’d been trying to convince myself not to worry about Danilo. After all, ten years had gone by from the time when he’d tried to kill me and had knifed Mr. Phillips instead. But I knew Ramos. I knew him well. He always sought revenge.

  I stared out the window at the mountain of white clouds, remembering the first time I’d met him. It was in the high school canteen, not long after he’d moved to London from the Philippines. He’d barged his way in front of me in the line to pick up a tray, before introducing himself and suggesting we hang out after class. He’d exuded danger, and it drew me to him like a magnet. I was fifteen at the time and easily influenced.

  We’d gone ’round to his empty flat—his parents worked long hours in the hospital—and we’d smoked dope, drunk rum and coke, and talked about pussy. His apartment was like a haven in comparison with mine. My older sister, Bethany, had gotten pregnant and had given birth to twins. The father hadn’t wanted to know, and big sis was still on the waiting list for a council flat of her own, which was why she and the babies lived with Mum, Dad, and me. Home was chaotic and Ramos offered an escape valve.

  Over the next year, I was sucked in by the thrill of breaking into the homes of the wealthy while they were out at work, by the excitement of picking up a stash of cocaine from one place and delivering it to another, and also by the fact that I was Ramos’ sidekick in the gang he had formed. He inspired me with loyalty, a loyalty I’d been relieved to transfer to Mr. Phillips when I’d switched my addiction to street crime to a different addiction…music. Playing the guitar and drums took over my life and saved me.

  The jumbo jet juddered as its wheels touched the ground, jolting me back to the here and now. Two concerts in Tokyo, one in Seoul, and then two in Manila before the tour ended. I couldn’t wait to get back to California. Yeah, I’d have to work there…put in hours at the record company and lay down tracks for ChiMera’s next album, but there was no way it would be as knackering as my life on the road. I drew my eyebrows together. LA would be a lot safer as well. Ramos would never be able to enter the US without a visa, and he stood zero chances of getting one of those…

  Hayley and I grabbed our hand luggage and made our way off the plane with the others. Buses were waiting to take us to the Business Aviation Terminal. After going through immigration, we headed toward the ubiquitous fleet of SUVs and, about an hour later, we arrived at our downtown hotel.

  Jake suggested an early night…there’d be a rehearsal and sound checks in the arena tomorrow morning. We took the elevator to the floor he’d booked for the two bands. I slipped the digital key card into its reader, and Hayley and I stepped inside. I stared around. It was like the majority of suites we’d stayed in…modern, impersonal. We were in Tokyo, but we could have been anywhere. Just another view of skyscrapers. Shame I wouldn’t be able to take her out to visit more authentic Japanese sights. Apart from the fact that we’d almost certainly be mobbed, I didn’t want to put her in any danger. My chest tightened. Did I seriously think Danilo would have managed to leave the UK and follow me to Japan? Would he even know I was a member of ChiMera? I didn’t want to risk it. Hayley and I would stay in our hotels both here, in Seoul and when we got to Manila…unless he was re-arrested. I clung to that slim hope like I was clutching at a lifeline.

  I opened my arms and Hayley came into them. Holding her calmed me. “Let’s order some room service.”

  “Sure.” She licked her luscious lips. Lips that had been around my cock this time last night. I pulled in a deep, satisfied breath.

  Later, when we’d sampled a range of Sushi, I would refrain from instigating shower sex, I decided. What I wanted to try needed to be done in our bed.

  “Have you thought about where we should hold our wedding?” I ran my hands through her silky tresses after we’d dried ourselves and were lying stretched out on the king-sized mattress.

  “I kinda like the idea of getting married in Palm Springs.” Her eyes took on a dreamy expression. “But don’t you wanna get married in England?”

  “God, no.” I almost shot off the bed. “I live in the US now. Palm Springs sounds perfect. Nothing but the best for my fiancée…”

  “I love it when you call me that.” A soft smile brushed her mouth. “But why don’t you call me Yankee Girl anymore?”

  “It seemed disrespectful after I’d fallen for you.” I slid my hands from her hair and cupped her face. “You’ve stopped calling me Limey…”

  She laughed. “I only called you that to counter you calling me Yankee Girl.”

  I kissed her. God, how I kissed her. My arms wrapped tight around her and my erection throbbed. With a growl, I rubbed my body against hers, the heat between us sparking. Our heads tilted, our breath mingled, and our souls danced.

  She is my beginning, my end, my everything.

  Her fingers wrapped around my cock, squeezing. My eyes snapped closed, and a heavy groan escaped my lips. “Fuck, that feels good.” I rocked into her palm, and she moaned as she pressed her thumb against my tip.

  “That’s perfect, baby.”

  I tucked her into my side, and she carried on stroking. “I love your cock, Pierce. It’s beautiful.”

  Words I never thought I’d hear from her. My eyes closed again as she squeezed a little tighter. “You’ve come a long way, my darling. I love you so much.”

  I slid down her body to settle between her legs. My face hovered over her pussy. I breathed in her fresh scent and slicked my tongue over her clit. Her back arched and she whimpered as I licked her again. I cupped her with my mouth, drawing circles around her nub.

  “Oh, God, Pierce.” She gripped my hair.

  “Move your hand
s down to your pussy.” My heart soared when she did as I asked. “You’re in control. Remember that.”

  I spread her outer lips so she could have access to her entrance. She pressed her index finger gradually into her hole until it was fully inserted. “Good girl.” I glanced up at her. “Now I want you to take my finger. Try and ease it in next to yours.” She caught her lip between her teeth as she obeyed. She slid my finger in, bit by bit, until, finally, a part of me was inside her. God, she was tight. “Does it hurt?” I had to ask.

  She shook her head. “It’s fine.” But I could tell that it wasn’t. Her brow had crinkled with pain.

  “Take yours out and just leave mine in there.”

  “Okay…” She released a pent-up breath.

  “Put your hands back in my hair, baby. I’m gonna make you come.”

  She gripped my scalp and I brought my mouth down on her clit, sucking and biting while my finger rubbed slowly inside her. “Oh,” she gasped. “Wow…”

  Her shoulders lifted off the mattress and she exploded, her hands yanking at my tresses, her body quaking while my finger slid in and out of her wetness. I soothed her with my lips. Her tremors became spasms and the spasms turned into aftershocks.

  “I love how wet you are for me.” I raised myself over her, my arms taking my weight. “I love YOU, Hayley.” I swept my tongue into her mouth, so she could taste herself on me, know that I owned her. “And I’ll never stop loving you, now that you’re mine.”

  “I’m holding you to that.” A smile gleamed in her eyes as I kissed her again before rolling her onto her stomach.

  “You’re so beautiful, babe.” I touched my mouth to her nape, shoulder, then I kissed my way down her spine. I rolled her over to face me again, capturing her in my gaze. My hands drifted from her collarbone to her breasts. Cupping both, I breathed heavily as she moaned beneath my touch. My fingers twisted her nipples, eliciting more moans of pleasure from her.