Dare to Rock

by Carly Phillips

She braced one hand on his thigh, wrapped the other around his shaft, and pulled him in deep. She swirled her tongue over him while pumping her hand back and forth, judging her success by the low rumbles coming from his chest.

  To her surprise, the sounds of his pleasure aroused her on a whole different level than she’d ever experienced before. It was a heady experience, being in charge, and her body responded in kind. Her breasts hurt in the best possible way, and her sex swelled, feeling empty and needy.

  He began to thrust gently, keeping a hand on top of her head, trying not to hurt her while he moved in time to the workings of her tongue, her lips, and even, lightly, her teeth.

  She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the rush of arousal she got while taking him higher.

  Suddenly he pulled on her hair. “Gonna come, sugar.”

  She knew he was giving her a warning, telling her to let him go, but she wanted this. Wanted his release and surrender. All his alert did was make her concentrate more, on the glide of her hand over his cock and the working of her mouth, drawing him in and taking him as deep as she could go.

  He came with a roar of satisfaction, and she swallowed every drop, pulling out only after he’d spent himself completely.

  He yanked her to her feet and kissed her forehead before unexpectedly lifting her into his arms. “That was awesome,” he told her, dropping her on the bed and yanking her shorts off, taking her panties with them.

  “Grey!”

  His eyes darkened as he gazed down at her swollen sex. “Your turn,” he said gruffly. He dipped his head and dragged his tongue along her damp slit.

  She moaned at the contact, her skin sensitive and aroused already. He teased her with wicked nips of his teeth, soothed with sweet laps of his tongue, and finally slid one long finger inside her. She moaned and bent her knees, trying to contract around him and pull him deeper.

  He raised his head and blew over her damp pussy.

  The warmth of his breath whipped her into even more of a frenzy of need, and she curled her fingers into the bedding.

  “I’ve got you,” he said, his words a drugging promise.

  “Please, please.” She needed to come and wasn’t ashamed to beg for it.

  He curled his finger inside her, pressing against the spot only he’d ever found.

  She moaned as her body began to shake and contract, her orgasm exploding without warning, taking her up and over. Sparkles flickered behind her eyes; warmth and sensation took her body over. By the time she came back to earth, Grey was propped on an elbow, his gorgeous face staring into hers.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous when you climax. But you’re even more beautiful when you make me come.”

  A hot flush stained her cheeks, and she couldn’t find the words to respond.

  “I’m definitely more relaxed now,” he said, speaking when she didn’t.

  “Good.” She closed her eyes and realized her headache was gone. Maybe she’d found a cure, she thought, unable to hold back a laugh.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I think orgasms are the cure for migraines,” she said, still giggling.

  He grinned. “Happy to oblige any time.”

  She ran a hand through his mussed hair. “So what are you going to do about the problem with Simon?” she asked, hesitant to bring up the situation but knowing there was no way he’d put it out of his head completely.

  He blew out a long breath. “Refrain from killing him and wait to hear from your brother. I need to prove I wrote those lyrics, and only Mills’ widow can verify my claim.”

  As if on cue, his cell rang, a muted sound from his pants in the other room. He shot her a regretful look and rose from the bed. She couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous, tight ass as he headed into the den for his phone.

  Too soon he disappeared from sight. He returned, talking as he walked in and stood beside the bed.

  This time her gaze fell to his strong thighs and the semi-hard erection. He glared at her as he spoke, a silent warning to stop distracting him. She grinned and rose from the bed, looking for her shorts.

  “So that’s it? She’s out of the country with no forwarding information?” he asked, his frustration clear.

  She pulled on her panties and shorts, snapping them.

  “Yes. I know you’re still looking. Thanks and keep me posted.” Grey hit end and tossed his phone onto the bed.

  “Dead end?” she asked.

  “For now. Tyler said they’re still trying to find her. Neighbors and friends said she went into seclusion after her husband’s death.”

  “But she has to surface some time. Mail, bills, things still need attending to,” Avery said. “Have faith in Tyler and whoever he put on her trail.”

  “I will.” He’d retrieved a pair of sweats from a drawer and pulled them on, covering up Avery’s favorite view before turning toward her. “I’m sorry for why you’re here,” he said. “But I’m damned glad you are.”

  “Me too,” she murmured, and was surprised to realize she meant it, her fears and objections fading with each passing day.

  * * *

  A few days later, Tyler called Grey and asked to see him at the office regarding his investigation into Mills’ widow. Grey was pumped that Tyler had information already.

  Avery would have loved to go along, but she’d had a meeting scheduled with Dr. McCann at the hospital, and afterwards she’d promised Ella, who was returning from her trip, that she would pick her up from the airport, so Grey headed over alone.

  No sooner had he walked into the man’s office than he was ambushed. Both Tyler and Scott Dare awaited him, and though he wanted to believe it was because they were co-owners of Double Down Security, he braced himself for them to gang up on him about leaving Avery. Which wouldn’t be fucking happening.

  “Gentlemen,” he said tightly but as politely as he could manage, his hands in tight fists, his muscles strained.

  “Have you seen the morning paper?” Tyler asked without preamble.

  “Online or print,” Scott added. “Either one will do.”

  Neither man seemed pleased, and Grey grew even more agitated. “No.”

  Tyler walked around to the big screen on his desk and turned it to face him. “Someone’s playing dirty.”

  Grey skimmed a variety of headlines that had been pulled up on all the gossip sites and online newspapers with Grey’s name jumping out from them.

  Tyler zeroed in on one article and pulled it up for reading. Grey stalked over. Bracing his arms on the desk, he leaned down and skimmed long enough to get the gist. Allegations and speculation that Grey Kingston hadn’t written or even co-written songs on his famous collaboration with Alden Mills. And if he hadn’t written those, what had he really contributed to Tangled Royal?

  Grey saw red. If Simon were in front of him, he’d take a swing first, no questions asked.

  “Breathe out,” Scott told him.

  Grey listened, pulling in much-needed air. “Is that why you called me over? To show me my manager’s effectively killing any kind of writing career before it starts?”

  “No, we’re calling you to tell you we found the widow,” Scott said.

  “This is icing,” Tyler muttered, pointing to the computer.

  “Shut up,” Scott muttered to his brother before turning his eerily Avery-like eyes on Grey. “As far as I’m concerned, jury’s out on you until you prove yourself with my sister. This jackass over here”—he gestured to his brother—“he doesn’t know what it’s like to be in love. You are in love with her, right?”

  Leave it to a Dare brother to put his cards on the table. “Yes, I love her.”

  “Hearts, flowers, who gives a shit? The fact is—” Tyler began.

  “My relationship with Avery is my business, not yours,” Grey said. “I’ve already told you you can trust me with your sister’s welfare, and you can. The rest is not up for discussion unless it involves keeping her safe.”

  Scott eyed him with respect. Tyl
er ignored him.

  Grey could live with that. “I hired you to do a job because I have to shut Simon down,” Grey said. “What did you find out about Mills’ widow?”

  “Dawn Mills is in seclusion in the mountains. To contact her, you have to leave a message at the town store. They wait for her to come down and give her messages. Then it’s up to her whether or not she returns them.”

  “Sounds great,” he said sarcastically.

  “Yeah, but we started that process on your behalf,” Tyler said.

  Grey nodded. When it came to the professional, he knew he could count on the man. “Good. Keep me posted. Is that all?”

  “No,” Tyler said. “The longer my sister lives with you, the more chance she’ll end up emotionally invested and hurt.”

  Grey shook his head. “You’re so determined not to trust me. I think it’s time you took a harder look at yourself than me.” Grey stuck his hand out for Scott.

  The other man shook it.

  He merely nodded at Tyler. “You need me, you know where to find me.”

  He needed to get home so he’d be there when Avery returned. Because she was what mattered in his life right now.

  * * *

  With her ever-present bodyguard, Rick, by her side, Avery picked up Ella from the airport. Rick drove her car, and Avery chatted with him from the passenger seat. When she got past his business personality, she liked the man. But he always kept an eye out for danger, which she appreciated. Not that she anticipated any issues. Simon causing Grey trouble seemed to be the main thing going on at the moment. Avery was no longer the flavor of the month, for which she was grateful.

  She’d had time to think and realized that as scary as some of the moments had been, she’d survived them quite well as an adult. She was proud of herself. Happy she could be with Grey and give this thing a real chance.

  Avery and Rick waited for Ella at baggage claim. While she’d been away for work, Avery had explained what had happened with one of Grey’s groupies or a stalker getting as close as their front door. And she’d told her friend that she was temporarily living with Grey. She’d also informed Ella that Tyler had declared their shared apartment off-limits to single women living alone. Because Tyler had set down the mandate, Ella had immediately disagreed. She didn’t want to disrupt her life at Tyler’s demand.

  Grey had grabbed the phone from Avery and offered Ella the use of his extra condo across the hall because he didn’t think it was safe for her to be there if someone came looking for Grey or Avery and found Ella there instead.

  Avery wanted to kiss her sweet man. She couldn’t believe he was willing to put off his studio renovation, but he swore he didn’t mind. Avery liked knowing not only was Ella safe but she was across the hall, and her friend had given in.

  Ella walked into the arrival area, looking tan from her island trip and the photo shoots outdoors. Floppy brimmed hat in hand, she pulled Avery into a hug. “I am so glad to be back!”

  “Glad to have you back.”

  “We have a lot of catching up to do,” she said, eyeing the tall, broad, imposing-looking bodyguard by Avery’s side.

  Avery grinned. “We do, but not now.” She wasn’t going to discuss her love life and especially not her sex life in front of Rick. “I have many other things to tell you. I met with Dr. McCann this morning.”

  She patted her bag, her calendar secure inside. “We have dates for the kids to choose their dresses, and another for the fittings, so we don’t wear the kids out.”

  Ella nodded. “I can’t wait to go visit them. It’s been awhile, and I want to see their faces in person. See how they’re doing.”

  Avery nudged her side. “I’m sure they’ll love to hear about your adventures on the island.”

  Ella grinned. “I brought back fun gifts for them too.”

  “That’s so sweet.” But no surprise to Avery. Ella was a good person. “And don’t forget I have to give you the dates for everything. I need you there.”

  Avery met Ella’s gaze. She’d hated booking things without her friend there, but Dr. McCann was leaving on vacation tomorrow. It had to be done today.

  Ella waved a tanned hand through the air. “I’ll make it work. My boss is flying high after this successful assignment. It’ll be fine.”

  They walked to the carousel and waited for Ella’s luggage. “Your bodyguard is hot,” Ella whispered.

  “Are you interested?” Avery asked, thrilled her friend seemed to be actively looking at a man, not keeping her feelings hidden as usual.

  “No,” Ella said too quickly.

  Avery blew out a frustrated breath. She was tired of the evasion and lies. “Who is he?” Avery asked her friend. “Who’s got you tied up in knots, and why are you hiding things from me?”

  Ella grasped Avery’s shoulders and met her gaze. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to talk about it,” she said. She looked over her shoulders and scanned the metal carousel. “Oh, look! My duffel.” She pointed to a black bag with a huge pink bow.

  A lucky diversion this time.

  Rick rolled his eyes at the huge decoration that marked the bag before plucking the luggage off and gesturing for the women to walk beside him. They followed him toward the car, and both did their best not to laugh as the big, strong man wheeled the bag with the tacky pink ribbon on the handle, mumbling about the indignities of the job as he walked and kept an eye on everything around them at all times.

  The next stop was their apartment, so Ella could pack clothes for moving into Grey’s. On the ride, Ella went on about her trip to Turks and Caicos and the photo shoot, the crazy photographer, and the models. Avery loved her stories, and even Rick seemed mildly amused.

  Until they pulled into the parking lot and exited the car, only to run into Avery and Ella’s neighbors.

  “Hi, Gary,” Ella said.

  Avery smiled at the man.

  Rick tried to keep them moving indoors, but Gary liked to talk. He always had. He was prematurely bald, not bad-looking, just not Avery’s type. He was in his thirties and lived with his girlfriend in the apartment next door, and they’d always been nice, good neighbors.

  “I’m sorry to hear the papers are dredging up the past,” he said, looking at Avery.

  “What?”

  Even Rick tuned in now, stepping in closer.

  “What do you mean?” Ella asked.

  Gary’s cheeks burned red. “I’m sorry. I thought you knew.”

  Avery believed him. Gary wasn’t a gossip. He was a solid neighbor and decent man. “Tell me what you know,” she said.

  “This morning’s paper. They’re rehashing your father’s dirty laundry. The second-family story.” He glanced away, unable to meet Avery’s gaze.

  Since that story was old news, Avery just knew there was more. “Gary, please. I’d rather hear it from you than some stranger.”

  “Come on, hon. Maybe we should go upstairs and let me pull it up on my laptop,” Ella said.

  “That’s a good idea.” This from the usually silent Rick.

  “No. I’d rather get it over with. What are they saying?”

  Gary sighed, obviously resigned. “Stupid, mean things, Avery. Uncalled for and untrue, I’m sure. Things about your father using you to save the sister he loved more.” Gary forced a laugh. “See? Ridiculous.”

  Not so much, Avery thought. Lights flickered behind her eyes, and she suddenly couldn’t breathe well. Anxiety. She drew in deep breaths.

  “I mean, anyone who knows you knows how amazing you are. Same with Olivia and your brothers. Of course your father loves you all.” He was rambling now.

  “Thank you, Gary. We’ll read the rest ourselves,” Ella said, grabbing Avery’s hand and pulling her along.

  Avery couldn’t believe her father’s past was coming back to haunt her again. But it was her father’s past, she reminded herself. Not anything she’d done. She’d survived the gossip, the talk, the speculation then, and she’d survive it a second time.

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p; They reached the apartment. Rick deposited Ella’s suitcase in the apartment and locked the door behind them. “Pack now. I’m getting you ladies out of here,” he said.

  “No. I want your laptop,” she said to Ella.

  Rick shot Ella a warning look, but Ella was Avery’s best friend. She pulled her computer from her bag. “I think it would be smarter to ignore it.”

  “And not know what I’m in for the next time a reporter ambushes me? No.” Avery settled into a chair in the living room and began tapping on the keys.

  She found an article with today’s date immediately.

  Kingston’s Girl Holds on with Iron Grip. She read the headline and winced.

  She felt Ella looking over her shoulder. Drawing strength from her friend, Avery read on. After a rehash of Avery’s sad past, her father’s betrayal of his wife and kids, and the existence of another life and family, the article went on to say that Avery had visited Grey at his Miami concert in the hopes of rekindling their high school romance. Grey had a weak spot for Avery and always had, according to a source who’d asked not to be named.

  And because of her past, Avery was too insecure to keep any of the more recent men in her life. They’d managed to get a quote or two from the few guys she’d dated and gently let down. They’d obviously held a grudge or had been paid well, because they claimed she was clingy and needy, all stemming from the daddy issues she had, and they’d been the ones to dump her.

  Once she’d gotten her hooks in Grey Kingston, the wealthy, beloved member of Tangled Royal, she held on for all she was worth. She was, in fact, the reason for the breakup of the much-loved band. Again, quoting a source who’d asked not to be named.

  “What the ever-loving fuck?” Ella yelled, obviously finishing the offensive article at the same time as Avery.

  Avery shook her head, unable to clear the spots that had taken up permanent residence in front of her eyes. Her hands were clammy, her skin damp.

  “Avery?”

  She heard Ella’s voice as if from a distance before she collapsed, everything going dark.

  Chapter Twelve

  Avery came to with a cold cloth on her forehead, Ella standing over her with a worried expression on her face.