The Rocker That Needs Me (The Rocker...)

by Terri Anne Browning

  “Dude!” Jesse yelled.

  “Layla’s packing! She’s going to leave.”

  “What?!” He was covered in soap but that didn’t stop him from grabbing for a towel. He nearly fell on his ass as he ran past me, wrapping the towel around his waist.

  With Jesse gone I was left alone in the steamy bathroom. The events of the past half hour started to catch up to me, and I suddenly felt as if I couldn’t handle another second without a drink. I stumbled down the hall to my room and found my last fifth of Jack.

  Lana

  As soon as Jesse arrived, I knew that everything was going to be okay. Drake’s reaction earlier had bothered me, and I wanted to go check on him. If he was this upset over me leaving Malibu, how would he react when I left for college? Emmie followed me out of the guesthouse, still in a huff because Layla had overreacted and thought the worst of both her and Jesse.

  I stopped on the patio and turned to face her. “Why is it that every time Drake is upset you automatically assume it’s my fault?” I asked.

  She sighed. “Because since you came along, it is your fault when he’s that upset.” Green eyes glared at me. “You have the power to make him fall on his knees, Lana. I don’t think you realize it, but sometimes I wonder if you do and you get off on making him hurt.”

  I blanched at her words. “I would do anything to keep him from hurting, Em,” I whispered. “If you don’t know that, then you don’t know me.”

  Hurt by her words, I scrubbed at the tears that leaked from my eyes and hurried into the house. I looked all over the house, trying to find Drake. Finally, I climbed the stairs and knocked on his bedroom door. He didn’t answer, but I could hear him moving around inside. Carefully, I opened the door.

  He was sitting on the edge of his bed, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. Fifteen minutes—tops—had passed since I had last seen him. I wasn’t sure if the bottle had been opened before now or not, but it was halfway gone. His face was pale and his fingers trembled. I crossed to the bed and dropped down beside him. Drake didn’t even raise his head.

  “Are you okay?” I murmured.

  “Getting there,” he muttered, taking another chug from the bottle. Two more swallows and the bottle was empty. I grimaced as the bottle hit the floor and he fell back on the bed, one arm covering his eyes.

  “Does that really help?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

  “It does a pretty good job. But, no, it doesn’t really help.” He sighed and lifted his arm from his eyes. “Is she still ready to leave?”

  “I’m confident that once Jesse has talked to her she will be packing her bags for another reason.” His face darkened and I sighed. “Jesse bought the house two houses over. He’s going to ask my sister to marry him. I’m leaving, but I’m not going very far, Drake.”

  “Oh,” he muttered.

  I fell down beside of him, using his shoulder as a pillow for my head. “Are you drunk yet, Drake?”

  “Yes and no. I shouldn’t have drank that so fast. It’s going to catch up to me soon.” His arm wrapped around my waist. “I don’t want you to go, Angel.”

  I smiled and leaned in to kiss his rough cheek. “I’m not going anywhere right now, babe.”

  Somehow, I managed to get us both turned right on the bed and under the covers. Drake had chugged the whiskey, leaving him half asleep, so I settled down to take a nap, not wanting to be anywhere but right here in his arms. Just before I closed my eyes, my cellphone buzzed, and I pulled it from my hip pocket to see that it was from Jesse.

  She said yes! Do me a favor and stay in my room tonight. You don’t want to come home.

  I grinned, happy for my sister and Jesse.

  Finally, I let myself drift off to sleep, safe in the arms of the man I loved…

  Chapter 5

  Lana

  Something tickled my cheek. Without opening my eyes, I lifted my hand to brush it away. When I felt nothing, I tried to drift back to sleep.

  The tickle came again, and I moved my hand quicker than before, but still came into contact with nothing. Sighing, I turned my face away, snuggling into a pillow that smelled like Drake. A smile teased my lips as I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.

  When a tickle to my other cheek came, I frowned and opened my eyes. Drake was propped up on an elbow, leaning over me while his long fingers caressed over my cheek.

  “I thought you were never going to open those beautiful eyes,” he murmured.

  There was something different about Drake. I was sure that he was drunk, but he didn’t talk like he was. His speech wasn’t slurred and his movements weren’t awkward. However, there was a glassiness in his eyes that told me he wasn’t himself. At the moment, he was staring down at me with hunger in his blue-gray eyes.

  I caught his fingers that were still caressing my cheek and linked our fingers together. “How are you feeling?”

  “I feel as if I will lose my mind if I don’t kiss you right now, Angel. That’s how I feel.” His voice was deeper, full of promises that I was sure he wouldn’t have been offering if he were sober.

  Maybe it was taking advantage, maybe it was being selfish, but I really didn’t give a damn. I released his hand and wrapped my arms around his neck. “There isn’t anything stopping you, Drake,” I told him. “Kiss me.”

  “Is it what you want, Angel?” he asked, his eyes focused on my lips. “Is it what you really want?”

  “I want you, Drake. It’s all I will ever want,” I promised him, letting my fingers comb through his unkempt hair.

  My answer was all he needed. His dark head lowered. The first brush of warm lips against my own, how my heart stopped for just a second only to race the next, was a feeling I would never forget as long as I lived. My blood turned to lava as his tongue barely brushed over my bottom lip, and I felt like I was going to singe the sheets. My own tongue snuck out, and I got my first taste of Drake.

  It was a mix of whiskey, cinnamon, and something more erotic. I couldn’t put a label on it, but I knew that it was all Drake. That first taste was heady, and I instantly craved more of it. I opened my mouth, silently inviting him in to play so I could have more. The tip of his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth as he tangled it around my own.

  A moan left me without my realizing it. My body was aching, my breasts swelling in the tight confines of my bra. I wanted it off, needed it gone, so that they wouldn’t hurt so badly. Lower, I could feel my panties growing damp and tried to hide it by crossing my legs.

  My movements caused his head to raise. “Okay?” His voice came out as a growl, almost animalistic.

  I nodded. “Yeah.” My own voice was all breathy. “Kiss me again.”

  He grinned that grin that only I could make appear. “Oh, I’m going to.”

  He brushed his nose with mine, and I felt his lips caressing my cheek. His lips were soft but firm. They trailed across my cheek to my jaw. Sharp teeth nipped at my ear lobe, making goose flesh pop up along my arms. My nipples, already aching in the now tight confines of my bra, pebbled.

  My back arched, trying to find relief from the pleasure filled pain. Drake’s hand cupped one breast, his strong fingers squeezing just hard enough to make me cry out. He didn’t lift his head as he massaged my breast while his lips trailed down my neck, and he sucked at the spot where neck met shoulder.

  “Your skin tastes so sweet.” He bit down just hard enough to make me beg for more. “I want to eat you up.”

  I pushed at his shoulders until he lifted off of me a little. With some space between us, I sat up enough to reach behind me and undo the two clasps that fastened my bra. When the tight undergarment was undone, I let out a relieved sigh.

  “Are you hurting, Angel?” he asked, and I nodded. “Come here. I’ll make you feel better.” He gripped the end of my shirt and stripped it off me in one smooth motion. My bra was hanging loosely, the straps halfway down my arms, the rosy pink color a nice compliment to the peaches and cream tone of my skin.

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p; Drake’s fingers were trembling ever so slightly as he pulled the satin material away, exposing my tits to him for the first time. I was proud of them. The full C-cups were perfectly rounded and didn’t sag the way some bigger breasted women’s tended to do. He raised his big hands and cupped both tits, my head swimming with desire.

  His thumbs stroked over the hardened nipples. “Fuck, Angel. You are absolutely perfect.”

  “I’m glad you think so.” I leaned into his touch, wanting more. “I’m aching, Drake. Please help me.”

  His eyes darkened making gold specks appear inside the irises. “Lie back,” he commanded, and I fell back against his pillow. My breasts bounced as I landed, and he couldn’t seem to draw in a breath as he watched them for a moment. I grasped his hands and pulled him toward me.

  Instead of kissing me again, like I hoped he would, his head drifted lower. I wasn’t prepared for his hot mouth engulfing my nipple. I cried his name and raked my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he sucked roughly. Each suck caused muscles deep within my abdomen to contract, and my panties grew wetter by the minute. I could smell that wetness with each shallow breath I inhaled.

  Drake’s head rose and I started to protest, but he only switched from one breast to the other. My eyes rolled back in my head as he tugged the nipple with his teeth, biting down enough to make me breathe his name in either protest or encouragement; I wasn’t sure which. He kissed the sting away and licked around the wide areola.

  Unable to keep my hands still, I reached for his shirt and practically tore it off him in my haste to get his chest bare. It was free of tattoos, unlike his back, but his abs were defined, and I ran my fingers over the hard angles as he continued to shower kisses over both of my aching breasts.

  His whole body trembled at my caressing touch. It was a powerful feeling, making a man tremble. I skimmed my fingers lower, circled his navel with my fingernail, and then kept going. I gripped the edge of his jeans and felt the top of his cock.

  He jerked as if I had electrocuted him. His eyes found mine, and I knew that for him it was over. He was too far gone for this to go any slower than it already was, but I was more than ready to kick things into a higher gear. I was soaking wet and needed something I couldn’t even describe. This was passion and no one but Drake could make me feel it.

  My jeans and panties disappeared, as did Drake’s jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and as soon as he unsnapped the top button, his cock sprung free. I watched as it swayed back and forth with each jerky movement he made to get his jeans off. When he was free of them, he dropped down beside me and pulled me across his chest.

  I kissed him, took control of his mouth, and refused to relinquish my hold on it until I was half drunk on his intoxicating taste. I licked my way down his chest, fascinated by the way his flat nipples tightened as I raked my nails across them. His stomach muscles quivered as I licked each indention of his abs.

  My hair was in my way. I pushed it out of my face and held it in place so I could raise my eyes and watch him as I kissed from his navel down to his groin. When I came to his cock, I took my time examining it. It stood proudly from the nest of dark curls. The tip was a dusky pink color and glistened with his pre-cum. Entranced by the sight of it, I rubbed my thumb over the wet head.

  Drake made a growling sound in the back of his throat. “Angel…”

  My eyes found his once more, and I slowly lowered my head until my tongue could touch the thick head of his cock. He gripped my hair tightly but didn’t rush me. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, a mixture of musky and salty flavors that I wanted more of.

  He pulled me away before I could take him fully into my mouth like I wanted to do. “No. I can’t control myself if you do that.”

  “But I want to.” I pouted.

  “Later. Next time,” he promised, and I relished in the knowledge that this wasn’t going to end after tonight.

  “Okay.” I gave in. “Kiss me again.”

  “Whatever you want, Angel.” He laid me down on the pillows. Eyes dark with passion looked down at me as he brushed a tender kiss over my lips, but he didn’t linger.

  Using his knees, he spread my thighs wide. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. This was Drake, after all. How could I be embarrassed about anything I did with him? The way he was looking down at me, the way his eyes seemed to be soaking up the sight of the dampness on my thighs, only made me feel pride. He liked what he saw, the evidence both in his eyes and the way his cock twitched more and more with each passing second.

  His fingers spread my outer lips, exposing my clit to him. The tip of his index finger carefully skimmed over it, and I whimpered from the sheer pleasure of it. My heart started racing more, my body melting more and more with each gentle brush of that one finger. Drake moved quickly, and before I could guess what he was doing, his mouth replaced his finger.

  My entire body rippled with pleasure. My hips lifted of their own volition in an attempt to get closer to those pleasure inducing, talented lips. He sucked the hardened bundle of nerves into his mouth much like he had my nipple, making a popping sound each time he released it. I was on the edge of something dangerous, something so earth shaking that I knew I wasn’t going to be the same when I fell.

  “You’re close, Angel,” he told me. “Let go. I want to take you there.” Even as he said the words, he pushed a finger inside of me. His finger fit tightly inside, and then he started stroking a spot deep inside that made it impossible to hold on a second longer…

  Tears spilled from my eyes, my breathing coming in shallow little pants. When I was able to open my eyes after being momentarily blinded from the pleasure, I found Drake with his dick in his hand. He was stroking himself rapidly as he watched me come down from the high of my first orgasm.

  I was jealous of his hand. I didn’t want him pleasuring himself when I so desperately wanted to be touching him! “No,” I told him in a voice rough with lingering desire. “I want you to come in me.”

  “I don’t have anything, Angel. I don’t have anything to protect you.”

  I bit my lip. “Do you need to?” Out of all the things we had talked about, I had never once asked him if he had any STDs. I never thought we would get this far, and it hadn’t crossed my mind until right now.

  “Only from getting pregnant,” he told me. “I’m clean. I swear it.”

  Relief filled me and I pulled him down on top of me. “Then don’t worry about protection. I want to feel you inside of me, Drake.”

  “Oh, fuck, Angel.” He kissed me and I could actually taste myself on his lips. It was both erotic and arousing. “Are you sure?”

  “I have never been surer of anything in my life,” I assured him.

  With gentle hands he spread my thighs wide once more. His big, beautiful cock was gripped in his hand, and he ran the head of it through my damp folds. With that one touch, it was like I hadn’t just come apart for him. My body knew that he offered pleasure now, and it was greedy for more.

  When the tip of his cock slipped into the place that no man had ever been, I was already half way there. Drake entered me an inch at a time until he met with resistance from my virginity. He stopped, eyes closed while he tried to draw in a breath. “So tight,” he muttered almost to himself. “Can’t hold on for long.”

  He felt so good inside of me, stretching me farther than his finger had only minutes ago. He didn’t go any deeper, didn’t move at all as he took my hand and brought my fingers to his lips. I watched in awe as he sucked the first two into his mouth until they were dripping wet. I had no clue what he was planning to do until he guided my fingers down to where we were connected.

  When my soaked fingers touched my throbbing clit, it was like little rockets exploded deep inside of me. I was slick from my previous release, but the lubricant of his spit made the slip and slide of my fingers over that bundle of nerves that more erotic. Within a few minutes, I was hanging on the edge of a bone melting orgasm.


  My inner muscles clenched and released with each rough caress as he continued to guide my hand. His jaw clenched tight as he waited for me to reach the point of no return. My breath was coming in hitched little pants, and I whimpered as he started to gently rock back and forth, stretching a little at a time with each movement of his hips.

  “Oh, GOD!” I cried. “Drake...!”

  The orgasm hit me. My thighs were trembling and my inner muscles seemed to be pulling him deeper. I wasn’t sure if he meant to be so rough, or if he just couldn’t hold back a second longer, but he thrust deep, breaking through my virginity and making me cry out in both pleasure and pain. My nails scraped down his back as I attempted to understand if I was hurting or dying from pleasure.

  --

  I slowly floated back into my body. My heart was still beating fast, but my breathing was trying to even out. Drake was lying heavily on top of me, but I savored the feeling of his sweaty body against my own.

  His body was trembling, and I turned my head to find him staring down at me with tears in his eyes. My heart clenched.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered, fighting tears of my own. I had no clue what was going through his head, but whatever it was couldn’t have been good.

  “I never want this moment to end,” he murmured and kissed my lips. “I don’t want the nightmares to creep in and take this dream away from me.”

  “Honey, this isn’t a dream. I’m real.” I returned his kiss just to prove it to him. “We were amazing together.”

  He rolled onto his side, taking me with him as he tucked me close. “I know. But as soon as I close my eyes, they will come.”

  My arms tightened around him. “Tell me about the nightmares,” I urged. “Tell me what happened.”

  Drake was quiet for a long while, and I started to think that he had finally passed out when he surprised me by speaking.

  “My stepdad did things,” he said and blew out a long breath full of remembered pain and anger. “I thought it was just me, thought that Shane was safe from that sick prick. It wasn’t until I was nineteen that I found out that I was wrong.”