by Meghan Quinn
A shadow in the dark walked toward her, but she didn’t fear it was a stranger who was going to abduct her, because she could point out that silhouette anywhere. It was Rook Tyler.
As his face came into the light, Maisy couldn’t help but sigh. His face was so hard at times with a layer of scruff caressing his face, but then when he looked at her, his face was different; it was soft and endearing, almost as if she actually had an effect on him.
Looking him up and down, she came to the conclusion that it should be illegal for a man to be that good looking; it wasn’t fair to her. She thought about giving him a citation for being so hot, but she knew that would only boost his ego.
“Hey, boo.”
“Hey, ace,” she responded, without even thinking.
He leaned out his hand to help her up and she reluctantly accepted. She didn’t want to be swept up into his life, but her body wasn’t resisting. Her mind was screaming no, but her body was being controlled by her soul and her soul wanted Rook.
He entwined their fingers together and walked her toward his tour bus. The feel of his palm pressed against hers was hot but comforting, something she never thought she would feel while in Rook’s presence. All she usually felt around Rook was angst, embarrassment, and stupidity.
He slowly rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand as he walked her to the back of his bus. He stopped in front of the ladder that was hanging off the back of the bus and nodded for her to go up. Pure curiosity propelled her body up the vertical climb.
When she reached the top, she saw that he had laid out a blanket, some pillows and his guitar next to a couple of sodas and a box of Skittles. Maisy smiled to herself at his innocent gesture. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist as he pressed against her back.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Star gaze with me?”
She nodded her head in agreement, not being able to form the words to say yes.
He led her over to the blanket and helped her down. She sat cross-legged on a pillow and watched as he leaned down and stretched out along the blanket, leaning on an elbow and propping himself up so he could look at her.
He was incredibly close to her, so close she could feel the heat coming from his body, which only warmed her on the chilly night that was before them.
His hand stretched out to hers, entwining their fingers once again.
“When I’m near you, I will always be touching you. I can’t help myself and I refuse to deny myself the pleasure of holding your hand.”
Maisy gulped and just nodded. This was all too much for her. Her resolve to separate herself from Rook was slowly dissolving with every stroke of his thumb across the back of her hand. She was losing a losing battle and, sooner or later, she was just going to have to give into temptation because at the moment, she couldn’t think of one reason she shouldn’t.
“Lean back with me,” he said while pulling her down so she rested her head on his arm. His hand still wrapped around her, so now they were holding hands up by her shoulder. He snuggled her close to his side so there was not an inch to spare between them.
“Better,” he said into her hair, as he kissed her above her ear, sending goose bumps across her body.
“Have you ever been to Denver before?” he asked, while continuing to stroke her hand.
“No.” Her voice was a bit harsh since it was the first time she had spoken since he arrived. “I’ve never left Los Angeles until the tour.”
“For real?”
“Yeah, you don’t get to go many places when you’re being tossed around to different foster homes because no one wants a rape victim to take care of.”
Maisy cursed herself the minute the words slipped from her mouth. She didn’t want to air out her dirty laundry, especially in front of Rook. She knew he had a rough life, but hers was shameful.
Rook sat up and hovered over Maisy as he looked into her eyes with concern.
“Rape victim? Who the hell raped you?”
“My dad.”
“Your what…” Rook shouted but then caught himself and lowered his voice.
“Let’s change the subject,” she suggested.
“Jesus, I didn’t know, I just thought…when you told me earlier…Maisy, I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault.” She shrugged.
He lifted her chin up and said, “Not yours either, boo.”
She shook her head in disgust. “Who lets their father touch them?”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare blame yourself for that selfish, sick bastard’s shortcomings. He was your dad; he was supposed to take care of you. That was his job and he failed; he was the one who failed you. You hear me?”
Maisy just nodded, but continued to look at the stars as a tear escaped her eye. She quickly wiped it away, but Rook had already seen it. He guided her tear soaked finger toward his mouth and kissed it ever so gently.
He laid back down and pulled her even closer into his side, so now her head rested on his chest. In that instant, she felt at home, more at home than she did on the pillowcase her mom left her. It was almost a disturbing feeling how right she felt in Rook’s arms.
“What do you see?” She felt his chest rise and fall from his deep breathing.
“What do you mean?” she asked, while drawing circles on his chest with her fingertip.
He cleared his throat and answered her. “In the stars, did you ever make your own constellations?”
“No. I never really looked at the stars all that much. Smog and all,” she giggled.
“Well, take a look. What do you see? I used to lay outside while my dad was coked up and my mom was nowhere to be found. I would make up my own constellations and give them cheese dick names like Captain Ham of the Pig Brigade.”
Maisy burst out in laughter. “Captain Ham of the Pig Brigade? What the hell kind of star formation is that?”
He chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I have no clue and don’t ask me to point it out because I can’t remember shit.”
They laughed together as they continued to look at the stars. She was having so much fun as she lay in silence with Rook, just gazing up at the stars. It was reassuring to know that in the hectic life that she had been blessed with, she could still have a moment like the one she was having with Rook, to stop and just stare at the stars.
“Look at that!” she practically shouted, as a shooting star flew across the sky.
“Did you make a wish?” he asked into her ear. She nodded her head and then turned to face him. She licked her lips as he did the same, giving her the cue to take what she had wanted the minute she saw his shadow approach her.
She leaned down and met her lips with his. She started off soft at first, just to soak him all in and make sure she kissed every inch of his lips, but then his grip tightened around her waist, urging her to kiss him deeper. She opened her mouth and allowed his demanding tongue to meet hers. It was so erotic, so comforting, so amazing, she thought she was going to burst into flames from all her senses firing off at the same time.
Before things got too carried away, she pulled away and watched him lazily open his eyes and smile at her.
“You taste so good,” he said, as he sat up and grabbed his guitar. “Sing with me?”
She nodded her head as he started to play the cords to her favorite Shattered Souls song. The single guitar in his hand and his low baritone voice carried through the silent night, making this moment one she would never forget.
She joined in with him during the chorus, meeting him with harmony that matched his voice perfectly. She provided a beat with her hands on her thighs as they sang about falling in love, but losing it so quickly they barely had a chance to feel it.
When the song ended, he looked up at her. “Your voice is something I’ll never get over. The first time I heard it, I knew I was a goner. My little edgy angel.”
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that. Why?”
He shrugged. “The first time I saw you sing, I di
dn’t know your name or who you were, all I saw was this angelic beauty up on the stage with a voice that was so sweet, yet so edgy that all I could think of calling you was my edgy angel and it stuck in my head.”
“Oh. Well I like it.”
“Good.”
They just stared at each other for a second before he looked back down at his guitar and started playing a song she had never heard before. His voice rang through the night again as she sat back and listened to the hypnotic sounds coming from Rook’s vocal cords. She could die a happy woman right now.
Chapter 10
“Come here sweetheart,” Grey said, as he sat on the queen size bed they were able to snag from the studio.
Quinn walked toward him wearing a thin cotton dress and flats. She looked adorable, like she always did with her short blonde hair, natural make-up and stylish accessories. She was looking thinner again, which made Grey nervous, but he wasn’t going to say anything until he knew for certain there might be something wrong. Bringing up her weight was always a major issue and he didn’t want to do that tonight; he wanted to show her how much he loved her and remind himself why she was the girl for him.
He hadn’t talked to her since their earlier fight, which was unusual for them. Grey for sure thought she would come up to him afterwards and apologize, but she didn’t. He knew what Quinn walked in on didn’t look good, but nothing happened. Grey was almost glad Quinn walked in on him and Willow because if she hadn’t, Grey didn’t know what he would have done.
Seeing Willow in nothing but a bra and an unbuttoned pair of jeans would disturb him for a while. Why did she have to be so damn sexy? Why did she have to share the same interests as him and play the damn bass guitar? Why were her tattoos strategically placed on her body to keep a man panting for more? Disgusted with himself, Grey shook all thoughts of Willow out of his head so he could focus on Quinn.
Pulling Quinn closer to him, she stepped between his legs and stood in front of him, almost deflated, which crushed his heart. He grabbed her hands and kissed the backs of them as he pulled her even closer. He placed his hands on her hips and looked up at her.
“You’re gorgeous.”
Quinn shook her head. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
Trying not to get extremely irritated, Grey answered back, “I only say things I mean and I’m saying you’re gorgeous. Now what has you doubting yourself so much? Where is that confident girl I know and love?”
“Let’s just go to bed.” Quinn turned away from him, took off her shoes and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her thin and toned body. She was borderline too skinny, but she always had been. Grey tried feeding her more fatty foods, but she refused most of the time. He wasn’t going to lie, he did like his women with a little bit more meat on their bones, but he, by no means, was disgusted with Quinn. He thought she was gorgeous and he meant it.
She was wearing a matching light blue bra and panty set that was all lace and looked great against the light tan of her skin. Her breasts were small, but just the right size to fit in the palm of his hand and her stomach was toned from all the ab workouts she did, which Willow must have picked up from Quinn because she was looking just as fine.
He looked Quinn up and down and felt himself grow hard instantly. To show Quinn how much she turned him on, he took off his shirt and his pants so he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs that showed off his erection very well.
Quinn looked down at his arousal and smiled lightly. She was pleased with his reaction.
“Do you see what you do to me, Quinn? You’re perfect and it shows.”
She shook her head, but walked over to him at the same time. She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed his pecs.
“You’re the one who’s perfect. You could have anyone Grey, why do you stay with me?”
“Because I love you with everything in me. Because you make me feel whole, you complete me. You make me a better man and you make me want to be a better man. You’ve changed me, Quinn, in so many good ways, it’s hard to list them all.”
Quinn rested her forehead against Grey’s chest and cried softly. Slowly, his heart broke with hers. He hated seeing her like this, it was slowly killing him. He needed to do a better job at hiding his feelings for Willow or else he was going to end up destroying Quinn.
“Come here,” he said, while pulling her down on the bed.
Pulling her in close to his chest, he tenderly gripped her head with his hands so he had access to her lips.
“Kiss me, baby,” Grey said, while looking into her eyes.
A tear fell down her cheek as she grabbed his face with her hands and brought her lips to his. She tenderly kissed him; it was almost too sweet. She rubbed his cheek with her thumb and continued to sweetly kiss him until he didn’t think he could take it anymore. He groaned in the back of his mouth and pushed her to her back.
He hovered over her as he scanned her body up and down, spurring on his arousal even more. He moved back from her and traced his hand down her body, making contact with her lace underwear. He played with the waistband which made her squirm in place, then gripped both sides and removed the garment from her body altogether.
Smiling down at her, he traced her inner thigh with his index finger, making her squirm even more. Teasing her was many of the great pleasures he took part in. Continuing his seduction, he moved his hands up her body to the front clasp of her bra. With one flick, he had her bra open, revealing her perky little breasts and taught pink nipples. His mouth watered in anticipation. It had been a while since they had sex and he had forgotten how turned on he could get when he was around her.
Wanting to take in the breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of him, he got off the bed so he could look at Quinn in all her naked glory. She really was perfect.
Patience wasn’t currently on his side as he continued to look down at his beautiful girlfriend. He shucked his boxers off, grabbed a condom and placed it on the nightstand so he had it handy. He looked back down at Quinn who was now licking her lips and staring at his erection. He needed her and he needed her now.
Completely turned on and horny as hell, he lowered his hand to his erection and gently stroked himself as he looked at Quinn’s naked body.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Do you see what you’re doing to me? Feel this, sweetheart.”
He got up next to the bed and pulled her hand toward his erection so she could feel how damn hard he was. She wrapped her little hand around his member and started stroking him as pride surged through her face.
“See, see how hard I am for you? You’re going to have me exploding way earlier than I want to.”
He stopped her hand and pushed her back down on the bed.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said with that sexy grin, the one that he’d missed.
“Yes you were. I’m loving you tonight. I’m going to show you how in love I am with you.”
He kissed her on the lips and slowly worked his way down her jaw, to her throat and hovered just above her breasts. He ran one hand up her side and gently stroked the side of her perky mound. She was so soft and so sweet, which was going to be his undoing.
He ran his hand over her breast so he was barely touching her and then he gripped her breast hard so she arched off the bed and moaned. He lowered his head and sucked her pink little nipple into his mouth. He was so damn turned on he needed to speed along the process because he didn’t want to lose himself too early.
Rolling her nipple around with his tongue, he moved his hand down so it rested at the apex of her mound. Her hips flew forward, begging for him to touch her, to caress her, to lick her. He smiled at his greedy woman and reluctantly left her nipple and kissed down her stomach.
“God, please Grey.”
“I’m getting there sweetheart.”
He kissed along her more pronounced hip bones and then met her mound with his lips. Her legs parted instinctively as he got in position. He put his arms under her butt and pulled her closer
. Her breathing grew heavy as she anticipated the gentle flick of his tongue.
Breathing her in, he lowered his head and stroked her with his tongue. A long moan escaped her lips as she settled into the bed. He took great pride in being able to seduce his woman and enjoyed the fact that he could calm Quinn so much that she opened herself up to him.
He kissed her, sucked her and licked her until she was crying out his name and thrusting her hips into his face. Her orgasm lasted longer than expected which only spurred Grey on more. He was so hard he could break a piece of glass with his dick if he wanted to.
Once he knew he had licked every last spasm out of Quinn, he quickly grabbed the condom from the nightstand, sheathed himself and flipped Quinn to her stomach. She spread her legs for him and angled her butt in the air, just the way he liked it.
Grey positioned himself behind her and slowly entered her already drenched center. She felt so good as he pushed himself inside of her and buried himself deep. She was warm, slick, and tight as hell. Her head flew back when he was fully inserted. Her hips started rocking, but he stilled her because he wanted to set the pace.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me love you.”
“Please, Grey I need to feel you come.”
“No arguments here,” he said, as he started to move in and out of her.
His hands were on her hips so he was able to move more easily in and out of her. Her head was resting on the pillow in front of her as she panted and moaned.
“That’s it baby, show me how I make you feel.”
“So good, Grey. So damn good.”
Pride surged through him as he continued to stroke her in and out. He ran his hands down her back and thought about how soft her untouched skin was. She didn’t have tattoos like Willow, she was pure.
The minute Willow’s name popped in his head, he instantly hated himself because visions of her in her bra popped through his mind, as well as her braless in her tank top, her rock hard nipples, her tight full ass, the way her hips swayed back and forth when she walked, her plump cleavage, the way she licked her lips when she looked at him, her tongue ring that he caught glimpses of occasionally…
