Redemption: A Rockstar Romance (The Rock Legend Series Book 2)

by L. V. Lewis

  That’s why I planned the day at the zoo. When we first met, she told me how she grew up performing. It’s been her entire life. Although I know she loves it, sometimes she forgets to have fun.

  That day was all about that, and I have more in store while we’re in Baltimore. I plan to make this night before her performance one she’ll never forget. It has to be big and special because I fully intend to see her smile and laugh while she’s with me. I don’t want to even imagine seeing Sky sad any longer. Whenever I do, it breaks my heart. Even if the world is going to hell around us, I will do everything in my power to make my woman happy.

  When we get back to our suite, a large box is on the bed just like I asked the bellman to place it there.

  “What’s that?” she asks.

  I can’t conceal the smirk on my face. “I guess you’ll just have to open it to find out.”

  She moves over to it slowly, taking her time to examine it. Knowing her, ideas of what’s inside are probably flooding through her mind. She runs her hands across the smooth surface and looks back at me. “Well, it’s not going to open itself,” I tease.

  Her fingers gently lift up the top and unfold the delicate tissue paper wrapping. Her hands go to her mouth as she stares down at her gift.

  I am thrilled, watching her staring at the gift with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

  “Oh, Brody,” she says. “It’s beautiful.”

  I shake my head at her. “It’ll be even more beautiful when you take it out of the box.”

  Sky reaches for the material and pulls it out to reveal the royal blue dress. She holds it out in front of her before putting it under her neck to look down at it.

  “Try it on for me, baby,” I say. Even now, I can hear that my voice is deepening just at the thought of seeing her in it. I know she’s going to look sexy as hell. That’s only one of the reasons why I bought it for her.

  She looks up at me in a seductive way that’s purely Sky. Her captivating eyes never disconnect from mine as she steps out of her shoes. She sits on the bed to remove her socks then gets back up again. Her fingers play at the edge of her sweater before she lifts it up to reveal a tempting lace bra.

  Even from where I stand, I can see the outline of her nipples pressing against the thin material. My cock hardens against my pants almost instantly, but I don’t move for fear that I’ll miss a single second of her undressing before me. This is a show worth watching, and she’s going to get my undivided attention.

  She slowly unbuckles her pants and slides the zipper down at a torturous pace. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and with each methodical movement, I’m tempted to storm over there and tear every piece of clothing off myself. It’s a fucking chore not to do that, but I resist it nonetheless. I’ve got to see her sexy ass in that dress so I can eventually rip it off her before the night is over. Sure, it was an expensive piece of clothing, but taking it off for her is going to be worth the price of destruction.

  She slides her pants down her legs and bends over to push them down to her feet, showing me the tops of her breasts.

  I lick my lips on instinct. Oh, she’s enjoying this alright. I’ll let her have a little fun for now, because later she’s going to get it, and I want to make sure she knows how dangerous it is to tease me like this.

  She stands there in just her underwear, and I stifle a small groan as my hardness gets bigger confined inside my pants. She reaches for the dress, but I have an idea.

  “Take your bra and panties off first,” I demand. “I want you to be completely bare under it for me.”

  Sky smiles and complies with my orders. She reaches behind her back and unsnaps the bra before sliding it down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. Her panties go next until she’s naked in front of me. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe to keep from storming over there and taking her before she’s even tried the damn dress on.

  She unzips the back and steps into it. The material slides up her legs and over her sides until she slips her arms through the two openings.

  “Let me zip you up,” I say as I move closer to her. I don’t immediately do that. Instead, I lean over and put kisses on her bare back as I pull the zipper up. Even from behind her, I can feel her trembling from my kisses. I end at the base of her neck, and she tilts her head closer to me. I quickly move back and laugh when I hear her growing frustration.

  “Turn around let me see you,” I say. She obeys, and when she does, I am absolutely speechless.

  It looks even better on her than I imagined when I picked it out. Her skin glows against the dark blue shade, which brings out the blue undertones in her green eyes. The way I’m staring at her makes her skin flush. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

  I don’t give her the chance to answer me. Instead, I pull her up against me and crash my mouth down onto hers, tasting every bit of her sweet lips before parting them with my tongue. She’s so delicious and addictive and I could do this all night and day. So damn hard to pull away from her, but the night has just begun.

  When I pull back, her eyes are still closed.

  “I’m taking a quick shower,” I say. “Then we have to go, or we’ll be late.”

  She opens her eyes, and unsatisfied lust lingers in them. “Wait. For what?” she asks.

  “You just have to wait and see,” I say.

  She pouts back at me, and I want to nibble on those lips again.

  “Trust me,” I say. “It will all be worth it.”

  In the shower, I’m tempted to relieve the ache in my cock, but the only relief I want is when I’m deep inside her, having her screaming out her release alongside mine. Thank God Sky went to shower in Alyssa’s room or all bets would’ve been off.

  The final surprise is dinner in the restaurant downstairs with a private area all to ourselves. A host in a fancy suit leads us through the restaurant as a few heads turn to look at us.

  “Your waitress will be with you shortly,” the host says. “May I take your drink order?”

  “We’ll take your finest white wine,” I say, knowing this is Sky’s drink of choice.

  “Very good, sir,” he says before leaving us.

  Sky smiles at me. “When did you have time to plan all this?” she asks.

  “I have my ways,” I say. “Being Skylar’s manager has its benefits.”

  She giggles. “Well, remind me to give you a raise.”

  “Don’t worry. I plan on collecting an early bonus as soon as we’re done with dinner.” I wink at her as the waitress takes our order of the city’s infamous blue crab cakes with a Caesar salad. I ask Sky to pick out our dessert.

  As she reads, I drop my napkin. On my way back up, I brush my hand up the inside of her bare leg, and she gasps.

  “Are you okay, beautiful?”

  “Yes, I’m fine,” she says, glaring at me. She orders the triple chocolate cake with vanilla bean ice cream for us to share.

  “Good choice, miss,” the waitress says. “I’ll have your dinner out shortly.”

  When the waitress is gone, Sky hits me hard on the arm. “That was so not nice.”

  I consider her hitting me a cute habit that I haven’t corrected, because I want to see just how violent my little hellion can get. It also gives me reasons to exercise my latent dominant nature with her.

  “I make no apologies for taking what I want,” I say.

  “And what’s that?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” I let my eyes roll over her soft, stunning figure toned from the vigorous workouts and dance routines. I put my hand on her bare knee and slide it up her thigh. “I want all of you, Sky.” My fingers keep moving until I brush her exposed heat. When she shudders at my touch, I say, “I aim to take over every last inch of you.”

  Dinner goes by slowly. With my cock straining against my pants and knowing Sky’s ready for me, it takes forever to finish the meal.

  When the waitress finally comes with the check, I hand over more than enough for
our dinner and an extravagant tip for her. I thank her and pull Sky up with me.

  I should have called for dinner in our room. Then there wouldn’t be a long walk to get her beneath me in bed. I calm myself as we finally reach the room and get inside. As much as I want to strip her naked and take her, I also want this to last. I may not be able to share that dark part of my past with her yet, but I can give her all that I am now, in this moment.

  I take my time removing her dress as if the slightest jerk will rip it from her body. Her earlier teasing will come back to taunt her shortly. She just doesn’t know it yet. I plan on taking my own sweet time with her, until she can’t stand it.

  “Spread yourself out, face down on the bed,” I say, my tone steady and certain. I love the way she glides over the bed with her ass poked out. All for me.

  I take out the massage oil from the nightstand. I smell it’s floral aroma before pouring some on my hands to warm it up first.

  I start at the small of her back, applying firm but gentle pressure all the way to her shoulders. She sighs as I continue to move up and around her clavicle and then back again.

  I go back down to the round globes of her ass and give them a squeeze. I roll the soft part between my thumb and forefinger. She moans softly with delight. Then, when she’s utterly content, I smack a cheek.

  “Hey!” she cries.

  The sound fills the room, but I immediately go back to massaging the reddened area.

  “That’s for teasing me earlier,” I say.

  She smiles but says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Say you’re sorry, and I’ll stop.” That’s when I smack the other cheek.

  This time, there’s no mistaking the look of pleasure on her face. I rub down that cheek, too. I go back and forth. Smack. Massage. Slap. Soothe. Alternating the tempo of each, until she grips the bed covers tight in her hands. I know Sky has desires she’s always been afraid to ask for, but with me there’s no need. I know what her body needs, and I am obsessed with giving it to her.

  I slip one hand down between her lower lips, and there’s no mistaking the wetness. I dip my fingers in and out until she squirms.

  “You have to apologize,” I say, teasing her mind and body. In and out I dip. When she squeezes my fingers deep inside of her, I stop moving and slap her ass again.

  “Please,” she cries.

  “Apologize for teasing me, and I’ll let you come.”

  She groans into the pillow as my fingers start moving back inside her again.

  It takes one final slap until she relents.

  “I’m sorry, okay? Please?” she asks me.

  “It’s my pleasure,” I say, “and yours.” I push my hand back inside her wetness and find her clit with my other hand.

  “Oh, my God,” she cries.

  I grin as I kiss her through her screams of release. I refuse to undress. It’s a waste of fucking time. I need her more than ever. I am quick to find protection and slip it on, not letting her rest before I push into her from behind. She takes my hardness with ease now that she’s slick and ready for me. I’m careful but forceful enough the way she likes it, the way she wants me to satisfy her but can’t always find the words to ask.

  She pushes her ass back into me as I grab her hips. She grinds into me with a wild, thrust, and I nearly lose it. We both crave this. Need it from each other. I grip her hair and pull her back, still being careful in the controlled force. Her cries deepen from the hard pressure as I pull her head back so I can kiss her neck. My tongue laps at her skin before ending in a soft bite. That hard attention only excites her more as she thrusts back into me with a needy force that is all primal instincts. One controlled bite on that sensitive part behind her ear at the nape of her neck is all it takes for her to scream out her release.

  Her pulsing grip on my length pulls my orgasm out right after hers, and we’re both flying together on the borders of pain mingled with pleasure.

  We fall back on the bed, but I can’t leave her yet. I crave that connection, that intimacy that’s sometimes hard for me to share when we’re not like this.

  “How’s that for a memorable night?” I ask as I kiss the mark I made on her neck. She’s going to need concealer for that one, but I’ll be grinning like a fool when she’s up on stage with my love bite on her.

  “Now I know why they call you Savage!” she says.

  I look at her, concern filling me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No,” she says, kissing my arm that’s wrapped around her. “I liked it a lot. I want to do that more often.” She smiles up at me.

  I ease down and kiss her sweet lips. “Don’t worry, baby,” I tell her. “When it comes to sex like that, we’re going for platinum.”

  Eleven

  Detroit, Michigan

  Ford Field

  SKY

  The day at the zoo and night of great sex with Brody had been just what I needed to calm down. The peace doesn’t last long. My phone rings early on our first morning in Detroit.

  “Sky, we have a small problem,” Malik’s voice says on the other end of the line.

  I yawn since Brody and I didn’t really sleep the night before either. “What kind of problem?” I ask.

  He sighs on the other end of the line. “A motherly kind of problem.”

  I’m fully awake now. “No, Malik. Tell her I don’t want to see her.”

  “Normally, I would.”

  “Then what’s the problem.”

  “She says she has information.”

  “Information on what?”

  “On the person who put you and Alyssa in danger.”

  I sit up and find Brody doing the same. The worst thoughts fill my head. There’s no way I heard him right. My mother knows what happened? She couldn’t be responsible, could she? My own mother?

  “What do you mean?” I ask him.

  “I don’t know,” Malik says. “She won’t tell me anything. She says she only wants to speak to you and no one else. Not even Brody.”

  “Come up with her,” I say. I’ll be damned if I’m going to stay in the same room with her alone if she did do something to put me in danger. “Get Alyssa, too. Tell her whatever she has to say, she’s going to say it to all four of us.”

  “Will do,” he says before hanging up.

  “What’s wrong?” Brody asks me.

  “It’s my mother. She’s downstairs, but Malik is bringing her up with Alyssa.”

  “Why? What did your mother do this time?”

  “She may know something about who’s trying to hurt us.”

  Brody wastes no time getting dressed while I call Alyssa to tell her Malik is coming to her with a plus one.

  “Sky, hon, I love you, but if your bitch of a mother did anything to put you in danger, I’m tearing her smug eyes out.”

  I smile at my best friend coming to my defense. I’d do the same for her in a heartbeat when it comes to her deadbeat father.

  “Love you, too,” I say, “and I’m quite fine letting you. I just never thought she’d want to hurt me. Even if she didn’t, I’m not sure I’ll be able to believe anything she says.”

  “You’ve still got me, no matter what,” Alyssa says.

  “I know. That means a lot to me.”

  “You already know Malik would battle an army barehanded for you. I’m sure Brody would do the same.”

  “Yeah. Maybe.”

  “No maybes,” Alyssa says. “Definitely.”

  Although Brody and I are better since he made his grand gestures, there is still a small layer of tension underneath. While I’m having a hard time trusting my mother, I’m struggling to have Brody trust me. I know he was messed up when he was addicted, and I don’t have any blinders on about that. I’m just not sure why he won’t let me in completely.

  Even if he sees himself as a demon Batman, I’d still be able to accept him because I know who he is now. I only wish he had more faith to believe I see the real side of who he is
now and not the person from his past.

  We sit in the suite’s sitting room to wait for Malik, Alyssa, and the person who calls herself my mother. I shouldn’t assume she has something to do with it, but why else would she know who’s behind all this madness?

  When Malik knocks on the door and announces himself, I’m grateful Brody answers it. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

  Malik walks in with a grim look on his face followed by Alyssa with the expression of annoyance. It’s a relief to see I’m not the only uncomfortable one here. Brody is the one I can’t read. He’s a blank slate I can’t figure out at the moment, but I don’t have time to consider it.

  My mother races over and hugs me, but I can’t hug her back. Most mothers are warm-hearted and nurturing. Mine is the exact opposite, so it surprises me when she hugs me. Hugs were never really her thing.

  “Oh, Skylar,” she says in the over-exaggerating tone she uses. “I was so worried about you after that lighting mishap. I tried to see you, but Malik kept me away.”

  “Because I told him to,” I say.

  “What? I know you don’t want me to manage you, but banishing me? That’s rather childish and not like you.”

  “You’re testing my patience, Mother. Either tell us what you have to say, or Malik will show you out.”

  She huffs. “I come here to do right by you, and that’s the thanks I get? You don’t even stand up for your mother anymore. Staying seated is such an improper way to greet a guest.”

  “Malik, take her out,” I say.

  He takes her by the arm, but she snatches out of his reach.

  “Fine,” she says. “Can we talk in private, Skylar?”

  “Whatever you have to say to me, everyone in this room has a right to hear. No one is going anywhere, except for you if you don’t tell us what you have to say.” Part of me hates being so blunt to her after all she’s done for me to help get me where I am today, but my gratitude for her hard work and business sense is wearing thin with each stunt she pulls trying to intercept my life.

  “If that’s what you want,” she says.

  I look her straight in the eyes. “It is what I want.”