Chapter 1 #2
She rinsed her mouth and then back into the bedroom, leaving me standing in the bathroom alone. When I walked back to the bedroom she had crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up around her shoulders.
I don’t think she even knew I was there. She’s going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water for her and for myself. I rummaged through the drawer in the bathroom and found something for pain and placed it on the bedside table.
The next morning, she slowly began to stir, so I sat up straight in the chair. She sat up in bed and looked around the room. She was trying to figure out where she was, no doubt. Her eyes widened when she saw me.
“Stop staring at me.” She grumbled as she placed her hand on her head, “My head is killing me,” propping herself against her pillow.
“It should,” I told her. “There’s some pain medication and water on the table.” I tilted my head to the right.
“You drank too much last night and worried your friend,” I told her.
“Were you in here all night and just…what? Watched me sleep?” she asked, pressing her fingers against her temples trying to relieve some of the pressure from a hangover. “Creeper much?”
“I was. In case you got sick during the night.” A look of embarrassment flashed across her beautiful face.
She frowned and gathered the sheet, pulling it all the way up to her neck. Her shiny blonde hair hung over her shoulders, with a few strands stuck to the side of her face. She was adorable with the sleep creases on the side of her face from her pillow.
“You’re beautiful when you sleep.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. “But what you need is for someone to spank that ass for you for worrying everyone last night.”
“I’d like to see you try to spank me.” She lifted her chin in defiance.
I jumped to my feet and had her from the bed with her over my knee in the blink of an eye.
She was still wearing that blue bikini from yesterday.
Just one look at that perfect ass-round, beautiful, and firm.
The first slap I landed caused her to gasp in surprise.
She began to wiggle, trying to free herself.
“You’re nuts!” she snapped.
That comment earned her another smack to her behind.
Just as I thought, her skin was now the perfect shade of pink.
I lightly caressed her cheek to ease the sting, but that was when I noticed the crotch of her swimsuit was wet.
She liked getting spanked. My fingers skimmed the crotch of her suit, causing her to squirm on my lap.
Little Miss Storm had some kinks. I slid her off my lap and on to the bed and headed for the door.
“You’re just going to leave now?” she huffed, a touch of desperation in her voice. I took my phone from my pocket and snapped a picture of her sitting on the side of the bed looking pissed.
“Delete that!” she demanded.
“I want to remember how beautiful you are in the morning. It’s not every day you see an angel.” Her pale blue eyes locked with mine. Lust and need shown back. She looked me from up to down while licking her lips. Breaking the silence, I asked, “Want coffee? ”
I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me.
Thankfully, I could smell the wonderful aroma before I made it to the kitchen.
Someone had already made a pot. I reached into the cabinet and grabbed two mugs.
I poured myself a cup, but before I could turn around, I froze.
I felt her. My dick began to rise without even seeing her.
There was no doubt it was her. I could smell the coconut body wash as it floated through the air.
The air around us changed. It was as if our bodies were in tune with each other.
Each playing their own sweet melody. I poured her a cup of coffee.
She shook her head. Before I knew what was happening, she wrapped her legs around me and her mouth was on mine.
Her fingers tugged at my hair, pulling me as close as possible.
My tongue dipped inside, greeting hers, doing a mating dance of their own.
My hands to her hips, pulling her against me.
I wanted her to feel how badly I wanted her.
We quickly separated when we heard the stairs creak from footsteps. Shit!
“What cha doin?” Marcie grinned. I felt like a kid that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
My hair was sticking up everywhere from her fingers running through it and her lips were swollen from our kisses and she had rosy cheeks.
Russ rounded the corner and stopped alongside Marcie and stared.
“What are we looking at?” he asked.
“I just caught these two about to do the dirty on your kitchen counter,” Marcie joked.
Russ looked at me with a cocky ass grin on his face and said, “I knew it!” He pointed between Storm and me. He had no idea how true a statement that was. She was under my skin now, and I planned on getting to know her a little better. A whole lot better.
“Cleaner is under the cabinet. Be sure to tidy up when you finish whatever you were doing.” Russ snickered.
I cleared my throat and said, “We’re going to take our coffee by the pool.” I walked out the door with Storm following close behind. We sat at one of the tables close to the pool and let the early morning sun warm our skin.
“Well, that was a surprise.” I chuckled.
“Sorry about that. I’m going to admit something to you.
Something that I’ve never done before.” Her blue eyes sparkled beneath the morning sun.
“I’m very attracted to you. Does that make you uncomfortable?
I’ve never been able to control myself. When I see something I want, I go after it. Does that bother you?”
I chuckled and said, “Maybe a little warning next time would be good.” I gave her a lopsided grin. She gave me a nod in understanding, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink.
We drank our coffee and spent time getting to know more about each other.
She told me she could play the piano and wanted to play keyboard in a band, but her father wouldn’t hear of it.
He wanted her to play classical music. None of that metal shit.
He had told her. I watched her smile and her eyes light up as she talked about music.
“He never wanted me to join Paper Hearts. That was my first act of defiance. I thought he was going to cut me out of the family will. ”
I wanted to know her, spend time with her, if she’d let me. I also wanted to know the second act of defiance.
I held out my hand and said, “Give me your phone.”
She arched a brow and said, “Give me yours.” We exchanged numbers and she told me that she didn’t call guys. They called her or they weren’t worth her time.
We spent time together for the next few days, but not without Marcie and Russ. They’re like a couple of chaperones at a school dance. Looking to be sure you keep your hands to yourself. Before I left for LA we made plans to fly her out in the next two weeks.
ROWDY
A local station in LA was interviewing us because we’d recently been awarded the AMA award for the third year in a row. That was a great honor in this business.
We all sat on the green suede couch, impatiently waiting for the talk show director to do the countdown between commercial breaks to indicate that we were live.
I looked to the audience where Storm sat in the first row with her hand over her heart.
We brought her on board as our temporary keyboardist while Paper Hearts was taking some time off.
Storm’s father demanded that she come home, and she denied his wishes despite her father’s threats.
So many that Storm had stopped speaking to him altogether.
I looked around this group of bandmates and my chest expanded with pride.
I didn’t have many friends growing up, because I wanted things done right, and by right, I meant my way.
You could say I was a little anal about it even.
When a dark-haired man behind the camera pointed in our direction, Peyton, the talk show host, flashed a perfect white smile that would make any cosmetic dentist proud.
She turned in my direction and fluttered her long, false lashes.
Okay, so she was starting this interview with me.
I don’t know why. I hadn’t been caught by the media, punching the paparazzi or throwing things off the balcony of a hotel.
I was, however, caught leaving Storm’s room naked as I ran down to Paulie’s room to grab a condom because like a dumb ass, I had forgotten mine at home.
The next morning my picture was on the front of Rockstar Mania cupping my balls while I stared on in disbelief.
The first few years Styx and Stones was mentioned, it was because one of us had gone to jail for drugs or fighting.
Quite possibly both. The conversation turned to a more serious topic, my relationship.
“Is it true that you’re dating Storm Halsey? Daughter of the famous conductor at Halsey music academy?”
She really knows how to hit below the belt.
Storm and I wanted to keep our relationship out of the media for this very reason.
It was why we didn’t have her on stage today.
Her father would demand that she come home and focus on her dreams. Or should I say his dream for her.
I have never understood why parents don’t want their children to do what makes them happy.
When I looked to her in the audience, her bottom lip was between her teeth. Something she only did when she was nervous or when she comes.
“We’re just good friends, just like the rest of us in the band.”
I was being hounded by the media enough without bringing my relationship into it. That always spelled disaster. And usually meant the end for whatever had been built. It’s in the news every day. People who have been together for years were now single all because pap hounds invaded their privacy.