Rock Her (Rocked, #1)

by Liz Thomas

  “Sparks, how the hell are you?”

  “I am doing just fine, Mr. Jones.”

  “But, you were shot. Why are you here?”

  “Bullet went in and out,” Sparks said. “I am officially on leave. But I was home last night listening to the scanner when Reynolds called in. family emergency or something. So I called Lieutenant Porter and asked if I could fill in. Hell, what was he going to say? We are already short staffed.”

  Kip stretched out his hand. “Glad to have you. I feel safer knowing you’re around.” Sparks shook his hand.

  Sparks stuck his head in the door. “I heard a lot of crazy shit in there last night. Everyone alive?”

  “Yeah, seems so,” Kip said as Annie walked behind him. Kip gave her his icepack and she put it on her head.

  “You guys look pretty rough,” Sparks told him.

  “Yeah, and we’re in a hurry. Say, you can’t drive can you?”

  “Sure, I can drive. Where ya headed?” Sparks lightened up.

  “JFK. And we have to be there by seven.”

  Sparks checked his watch. “We better be hustling, then.”

  Kip went into action. “Jacky, Stabbs, Lock. Grab your shit. We leave here in five. Annie, grab your bags! The rest of you, go back to sleep, or whatever!”

  “Five,” Jack said, pulling on his, or someone’s underwear. He was pretty sure it was his. “I need a fucking shower!”

  “Fuck, you’ve smelled worse, Jacky. Let’s go!”

  Sparks had them at the airport at ten minutes to seven. They all piled out of the car stumbling and shielding their eyes from the sunlight. Sparks, with his uniform and police badge was able to get them to their private jet where Lydell was waiting. They all stumbled up the stairs and disappeared in the belly of the Lockheed.

  Kip hung back and finished a conversation he was having with Sparks.

  Moments later, as they all were buckling themselves into their seats, Kip and Sparks stepped into the plane.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, meet the new official band body guard!” Kip said. Sparks looked embarrassed as he limped to the nearest seat and sat down.

  Lydell walked up from the back of the plane. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Hi, nice to see you too, Lydell,” Kip said.

  Lydell rubbed his forehead, and then reached out his hand to shake Kips. “Yeah, sorry, Kip. It really is nice to see you.” I rarely get to even speak to you anymore.”

  “I like it that way, Lydell.”

  “Are you ever going to reconsider getting a cell phone?” Lydell asked.

  “Never!” Kip said firmly.

  “What’s with the cop?” Lydell asked again.

  “We needed a bodyguard, and presto, we have one!” Kip said smiling.

  “Kip, you’re going to be surrounded by three thousand armed Marines.”

  “Yeah, well, can’t hurt to have another good guy with a gun around.”

  “Maybe, but Kip, he’s a cop.” Lydell said.

  “Not anymore,” Kip said. “I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

  The flight attendant approached them. “Gentlemen, I am afraid I am going to have to ask you both to sit down. The plane is about to take off.”

  They complied.

  Kip found a seat by Annie and buckled up. He took a small bottle of Jim Beam from his pocket and took a swig. Annie saw him and nearly gagged.

  “Oh, God, Kip, how can you do that?”

  “What?”

  “Drink after last night? Just the thought of it makes me want to puke.”

  “Hair of the dog, Annie,” Kip replied. “You take a swig, you will not puke. I personally guarantee it.”

  Annie eyed him. Then she took the bottle from his hand. “I am trusting you, Kip.” She took a swig. It did not go down smooth. She made a sour face.

  “Relax, Annie. What could go wrong?” Kip smiled.

  Chapter Five

  Kip woke up with the voice of the pilot announcing that they were about to land for refueling in Frankfurt, Germany. Annie was leaning against him, still asleep. He tried to adjust in his seat without waking her, but his movement caused her to stir and blink her eyes open.

  “Where are we?” She asked.

  “We are about to land in Germany,” Kip replied.

  “I’ve never been to Germany.”

  “Where all have you been?” Kip asked her.

  “New York, Jersey, Pennsylvania… California.”

  “That’s all?”

  “Yeah, pretty much,” Annie answered after yawning. “Oh, I went to Niagara Falls once, and I stepped over the border into Canada.”

  “Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a real shock once we land in Afghanistan,” Kip said.

  “I’ve seen it on television.”

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet, believe me.”

  Annie wiped the sleep from her eyes. “I can’t wait. How long are we going to be in Germany?”

  “Just long enough to refuel. An hour maybe,” Kip answered her.

  Annie craned her neck to look out of the window. “Too bad. I would love to see it.”

  “Well, I can show you around the airport,” Kip told her. “I am afraid we won’t have time to take the full, drawn out tour. Maybe pick up a souvenir?”

  “I am afraid I don’t have any money for souvenirs, Kip”

  Kip gave her a sideways look. “I can spot you a few bucks. Besides, I have got to get a new shirt. I reek of alcohol.” Kip sniffed his shirt, and then he sniffed Annie’s. “Oh, wait that’s you.”

  “How do you do it, Kip?” Annie asked him.

  “Do what?” Kip asked back, genuinely not understanding her question.

  “I mean; how do you drink like you do and still stay alert,” she asked. “You stay in great physical shape, and fuck; I have got a pounding headache. You don’t even look like you’re in any pain at all.”

  Kip reached up and rang his call button. “I’ve built up a pretty good tolerance, I guess. It took years of practice.”

  The flight attendant approached their seat. “How can I help you?” she said.

  “A couple of aspirin and a glass of water for her, please?” Kip asked her.

  “Of course,” said the attendant. “Anything else?”

  “Yes, a hot towel please? One for each of us,” Kip said.

  “Sure thing,” she said. “And we are about to land in Frankfurt. You’ll both need to buckle up.” She stepped away.

  “A Drop In The Ocean” By Ron Pope

  Annie snapped together her seat belt and snuggled up tighter to Kip. “Kip, we need to talk.”

  “Yeah, I know we do.” Kip buckled his as well.

  Annie sighed. “I told you I trusted you Kip. I need to know that you trust me, too.”

  Kip looked out of the window. The sun was setting and the sky over Germany was glowing orange.

  “I don’t know what to do Annie. I did trust you. The Ironic thing is that I was about to tell you that you could publish anything you wanted. You made me feel good enough about my past issues that I didn’t feel threatened by talking about it anymore. In fact, as I talk about it now, it’s not even an issue. But now I just feel betrayed.”

  Annie nodded. “You have every right to. I betrayed you. Or at least, I was going to. But I didn’t actually do it, Kip, and I wouldn’t have. I wrote those notes in my notebook before the incident at my apartment and Mall. Before I really knew how much of a genuine person you are. I could never do anything to hurt you now. You have to believe that.”

  Kip broke his gaze from the skyline and turned it toward her. “I want to Annie.”

  “Then do,” Annie countered.

  “I guess I am going to have to build up that trust thing again,” Kip said.

  Annie twisted her mouth and furrowed her brow. “I understand.” She looked up and the flight attendant was there, handing her the aspirin and water. Then she pulled the hot towels from a tray with a pair of silver pinchers and h
anded each of them one.

  Kip put his towel over his face and leaned back in his seat. Annie, who had never flown overseas and had never been given a steaming hot towel by a flight attendant, watched Kip and followed his lead, she placed the towel on her face and let out a slight shriek.

  “Feels good, huh?” Kip said from under his towel.

  “After the initial shock, yes, it actually does,” Annie said under hers. “Kip, can we just maybe start over? From the very beginning, I mean?”

  “Yes, Annie,” Kip said. “I think that would be a great idea.”

  “Good. There’s one or two things I’d like to do differently,” Annie said.

  There was a long pause while they both soaked in the heat from the towels and began to feel refreshed, before either spoke again.

  “Annie, have you ever joined the mile high club?” He asked.

  “No. I never have.”

  “You want to?” Kip asked.

  “With who?” Annie said, lifting a corner of the towel from her face to look at him.

  “With me, of course!” Kip said.

  “Sorry, Mr. Jones. I don’t do rockers, remember?”

  The private jet landed and pulled into a hangar. Kip made his way to the cockpit and spoke with the pilot. When he returned to the cabin he informed everyone that they could all venture out to the airport as long as they were back in one half hour.

  Kip took Annie by the hand and walked with her down the stairs and through the Hangar. Sparks followed close behind, then the rest of the band and Lydell. Both of the ends were open and the air was chilly in the large space.

  Kip turned to see Sparks limping right behind him, still wearing his NYPD uniform.

  “Sparks, Annie and I are going to pick up some things to wear. How about you join us and get out of that uniform?”

  Sparks nodded as they entered the tunnel to the main terminal.

  Once they reached the terminal they ran into the first clothing store they saw and then it was a whirlwind twenty minute shopping spree, with Kip, Annie and Sparks yanking clothes from the shelves.

  They all met at the checkout counter at the same time and tossed everything at the pretty German clerk, who looked overwhelmed at the pile in front of her.

  “Uh, we are kind of in a hurry,” Annie said.

  The clerk looked puzzled and looked to each of them.

  Kip stepped forward and spoke. “Wir sind in Eile. Wir müssen eine Fläche fangen.” He said to her.

  Annie looked at Kip with her eyes wide. “You speak German?”

  Kip shrugged.

  Then Kip looked over at Sparks, who looked distracted, staring over the clerks shoulder into the common area.

  “Sparks,” Kip said. “What is it?”

  Sparks mind came back to the two of them. “Uh, I don’t know. I thought I just saw someone I know. But that would be impossible.”

  “Oh, I don’t know, Sparks. It is a small world,” Annie said.

  “Yeah,” Sparks replied. “But I just saw the guy last night back in New York.”

  “Happens to me a lot, Sparks,” Kip said, slapping him on the shoulder. “I see look a likes all over the world. Pretty common really.”

  “Yeah, that must be it,” Sparks said. “Otherwise there is no way. And the coincidence would be fucking crazy. Reynolds couldn’t be here.”

  “Reynolds?” Kip asked. “The deputy that was guarding us last night?”

  “Yeah, but like you said,” “Sparks muttered. “Couldn’t be him, could it?”

  Kip shook his head and threw his attention back to the clerk. “Wirklich müssen wir gehen.”

  “What did you just say, Kip?” Annie asked.

  “I told her we really needed to go.”

  The clerk looked under pressure, and Kip felt bad about stressing her out. But he looked at his watch. They should be heading back to the jet right now.

  Finally, the clerk finished ringing them up and Kip gave her his credit card. Annie threw everything into bags while she swiped it and Kip signed.

  Then it was a mad dash back to the jet through the tunnel to the hangar. When they ran out into the large open area, the Jet had its engines running and they were being flagged to hurry by Lydell, who was standing in the door to the cabin at the top of the stairs.

  “Alright, we’re here,” Kip said as he reached the top and ducked into the jet. “You can relax now.”

  “The hell I can, Jones!” Lydell yelled over the noise of the engine. “The pilot is yelling at me that he’s about to pull out and Jack, Stabbs and Lock are not back yet!”

  “Where the hell did they go?” Kip asked.

  “Beats the hell out of me!” Lydell screamed, and wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. “I swear, sometimes I ask myself why I got into this business. I have a law degree you know. I could have been a lawyer!”

  Kip looked Lydell up and down, taking in his slight frame, and he plucked at his red suspenders, snapping them against his chest. “You would have made a great lawyer, Lydell. But then you would have missed all this excitement of representing us!” Kip laughed.

  Lydell wiped his brow again and muttered a “Harrumph!” before turning back to the hangar to see Jack, Stabbs and Lock running for the plane, each of them had bottles of lager in their arms.

  “Oh, thank God!” Lydell said. “You guys are going to be the death of me.”

  Kip slapped his shoulder as Annie and Sparks stepped past him and disappeared inside. “Nah, Lydell, we’re helping you to truly live!” he said.

  Jack bounded up the stairs cradling his bottles against his chest. Stabbs and Lock followed.

  “What the fuck, guys?” Kip asked. “There’s plenty of alcohol on the jet!”

  “Not German Lager, there ain’t!” Jack said as he disappeared inside.

  Kip rolled his eyes as Stabbs and Lock squeezed by along with Lydell. When Kip stepped in he gave a thumbs up to the flight attendant, who stepped forward and opened the cockpit door to inform the captain that everyone was now on board. Kip walked back to his seat and passed Sparks, who still looked spooked by his earlier encounter. A few seconds later, Kip sat down next to Annie and buckled in. The Jet rolled out and took off into the black sky.

  “I’ve been thinking, Kip,” Annie said.

  “About?”

  “Well, you’re more of an entrepreneur than you are a rock star, wouldn’t you say that is right?”

  “Nahh. I am an entrepreneur, yes, but I mostly do rock and roll. A lot more than buying and building new businesses. I’d have to stay I am more of a rock star.”

  “Oh, I see,” Annie said. Then she sighed and added, “Too bad.”

  “Why too bad?” Kip asked.

  “Well, I was just thinking about how I’d like to join the mile high club, but since you’re a rock star and I have that rule… I mean, since we’re starting over and all.”

  Kip sat back in his seat and thought for a moment. “Ah, I see.”

  “Well, I do give nearly all of my wealth to charity. I guess that makes me more of a philanthropist than a rock star, wouldn’t you agree?”

  Annie smiled slightly and sat back in her chair, following suit with Kip. “Well, seeing as how I just met you, I don’t really know anything about your wealth or charitable contributions.”

  Kip turned to face Annie in his seat. “I am rich and I give nearly all of it away. Wanna fuck?”

  “Addicted” By Saving Abel

  Kip and Annie practically raced down the aisle to the rear lavatory. Once inside, the fit was tight, but Annie nearly had her shirt of before Kip even got the door closed. Kip spun to face her and lifted her onto the sink. He worked in the limited space to unfasten her jeans and shimmy them down over her hips. Then Annie shook them off from around her ankles. Kip pushed her back against the mirror an unfastened his own pants, sliding them down around his thighs. His cock sprung forth and he aimed it at the point at which her spread thighs met that beautiful pink slit at the intersection. Kip
reached around her and pulled her ass toward him. Annie reached down and gripped his stiff erection in her soft grip and guided it toward her slit.

  He slid into her hard and fast, and she gave the familiar gasp at the intrusion.

  “God, Kip. Your cock is one pleasing tool like nothing I’ve ever had.”

  Kip smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Kip was never in competition with anyone, unless that someone was trying to kill him. But he had to admit he liked hearing about how his cock was pleasing to Annie.

  Kip fucked her with the same furiosity as he had the night before. And Annie fucked him back. She pushed herself onto his cock, impaling herself with it over and over. Her legs flew back and forth as he rammed into her again and again, and she kicked the lavatory door in the rhythm of one of Kips songs. She had never let herself go like this during sex before. She felt liberated with Kip in a way she never had before with Stewart, and she would have done anything he asked of her, no matter how debauched.

  Kip snatched at her shirt and exposed her tits, ripping the buttons off as he did. She leaned back as far as she could, banging her head on the mirror, and he put his mouth on her pink ripe nipples, sucking them as he ravaged her cunt with his dick.

  In seconds, Annie convulsed against him, a shattering orgasm making every muscle in her body clench tight. Kip reached ecstasy also, and spent his cum inside her.

  When they recovered and redressed, they both exited the lavatory together, to find the rest of the band, the former deputy Sparks and Lydell turned in their seats or standing in the aisle, breaking out in applause and cheers.

  Annie turned a Crayola crayon shade of red, and Kip pretended to play a guitar passionately, grinning from ear to ear. When the eruption died down Annie hurried to the overhead bin above her seat holding her button free shirt closed around her chest and took out the bags of clothes she had just bought. Then she went back into the lavatory to change.

  Later Kip changed then Sparks limped back to change also. Within an hour everyone in the cabin was asleep except the flight attendant.

  Several hours later Kip woke again to the captain’s voice: “Folks, we are now over Afghanistan airspace. We will be landing in thirty minutes. Until that time, please remain seated and buckled, and close all of your windows.”