Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series)

by Botefuhr, Bec

You too. Say hi to Harley for me. Wink Wink.

  Bitch.

  Hearts and kisses.

  I am smiling when I put the phone down; I can’t wait until this shit is over and I can move on with my life the way I want; with Reagan, with Trav and with my family. I hear the sound of rain splattering on the roof and I feel my body instantly become tense. I haven’t felt the rain on my face for years; I can’t bring myself to go out in it, afraid it will start storming.

  “Hey…”

  I turn and Trav is back in the room, staring down at me.

  “Oh hey.”

  “Do you trust me baby?”

  “Of course.”

  “Then come with me.”

  He takes my hand and begins leading me outside. I still.

  “No Travis.”

  “I won’t let you get hurt, I promise you that. There is no storm.”

  “It might be close and…”

  “If you don’t get over this soon Vi, it is going to eat you up.”

  “I am afraid.”

  “Being afraid is good, but facing what scares you is better.”

  “Please…”

  “Come on, just stand in it for a minute. I am going to be with you every step of the way.”

  I swallow, and my feet move slowly forward, when we step outside the wind touches my face and the smell of rain invades my nostrils. I haven’t smelt rain for so long and how I have missed it. Travis smooths his fingers over my hand and leads me further out. When we are on the edge of the patio, he brings my fingers to his lips.

  “You can do this, I know you can. You gotta let go; an accident happened, but you gotta let go.”

  I take the step. When the rain hits my face, I feel so many different emotions. The first is fear, and I instantly recoil, but Travis takes me in his arms and holds me tight. What comes next is relief, pure and utter relief. I am facing it; I am in the rain. Lastly, I feel pure joy; I haven’t felt the rain for so long and oh how I have missed it. Travis slowly lets me go and I raise my face to the sky and relish in the feeling of water dripping down onto my face.

  “Atta girl!” Travis grins.

  “I am doing it Trav, I am doing it.”

  “I am so fucking proud right now.”

  He lifts me and swings me around; I squeal and giggle as the rain soaks my skin. We laugh and chase each other. The feeling inside me is a feeling I haven’t felt since I was a child. I don’t know if I could feel the same in a storm, but this step, is a huge step for me. The trembling in my legs is replaced with energy that makes me want to leap and jump.

  Travis swings me again, and we tumble onto the ground. He rolls on top of me and brings his lips down on mine. I can taste rain; it has a distinct taste; it’s fresh and natural. Our tongues meet, and our moans carry off with the wind. Travis rakes his fingers through my hair and licks droplets of rain from my cheeks. He looks down at me, his eyes full of pride and love.

  “Mischief, I love you. I want you to know I love you.”

  I feel my heart stammer, and I reach up to grip his cheek.

  “You do?”

  “I love you with every part of me. I have loved you since the day I met you and it will never change.”

  “I love you too, god so much.”

  His lips come down on mine again, and I reach up to stroke his wet hair. He gathers me in his arms, lifting me and carrying me inside. He takes me into his room, and into his shower. He turns the hot water on, then turns to me. He brings his lips down onto my shoulder; his tongue swipes out and licks the moisture beading on my skin. I shiver and take hold of his hands, bringing them to my shirt.

  He slowly lifts it over my head, leaning down to trail kisses up my stomach as he moves. When he has me naked, he slowly removes his own clothes until we are standing and staring at each other. Desperate, wanting. He grips my hands and walks me into the shower, when the hot water hits my skin I moan and tilt my head back. Travis leans in and slides his tongue over my throat.

  “Trav, I want you; I want you so bad.”

  He crushes our bodies together and brings his mouth over mine so hard I bite my own lip. I don’t care though; I pull him as deeply into the kiss as I can get him. I want to feel all of him, need to have him inside me. He slides his fingers down my body and then over my nipples. They harden under his touch and he continues rolling them in his thumb and forefinger.

  He slides his hand lower then and traces little circles over my hips before sliding his fingers into my sex and stroking. I whimper into his mouth and deepen the kiss; I can feel him pressing against me hard and ready. I want every ounce of him tonight; I need to feel him against me, inside me and around me.

  “Trav, no condom. I want all of you.”

  He pulls back and looks down at me. “Are you protected?”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  “God…”

  He reaches down to grip my legs and wrap them around his hips. He presses me against the cold tiled wall, and I shiver at the mixture of sensations shooting through my body. He presses his cock against my entrance and I whimper, wiggling my hips and desperately begging for him to drive home. He presses in just a touch, then pulls out, then presses back in.

  “God please Trav, don’t play with me.”

  He slides back in slowly, inch by inch, he sinks into my flesh. A strangled groan escapes his lips, and he nibbles on my earlobe as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. I grip his shoulders, dragging my nails through his skin as he thrusts in and out, jerking his hips in that perfect way. I feel the heat soaring through me, starting at my toes and building higher and higher.

  “I can’t hold on.” I cry.

  “Come, god Mischief, come.”

  He is thrusting hard and fast now; his back muscles are building with each pump. I release hard and fast, clenching around him and crying out his name. He bellows, and I feel his seed hot and hard spurting inside me. I have never felt this before, and the feeling is overwhelming. Travis’s release is more powerful, his cries more intense, his growls deeper.

  “God, Violet.” He pants against my skin.

  “Why do we do this to ourselves rockstar?”

  He chuckles. “Coz we are crazy girl.”

  “I am not crazy.” I grin.

  “No, you are beautiful.”

  “You know Trav, you are pretty alright yourself?”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Trav?”

  “Mmmmm?”

  “Tell me something about your life in New York?”

  He thinks a moment. “What do you want to know?”

  “Was it crazy?”

  “Yeah, the city is mad. People are moving all the time, just constantly.”

  “And what about the music, was it cool playing there?”

  “Oh yeah, it was unreal. I just like it here more…”

  “Did you have a girl Trav?”

  He stiffens.

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Did you love her?”

  He looks at me with pained eyes. “Not how I love you.”

  “That isn’t what I asked.”

  “Yeah, I did love her.”

  “What happened?”

  “It wasn’t what I wanted, we just weren’t getting along.”

  “So you left her?”

  “A few months before I moved away.”

  “Trav?”

  He looks at me; his eyes search my face.

  “Do you ever regret coming back?”

  “No, I only regret one thing in my life Mischief, and that was leaving in the first place.”

  CHAPTER 17

  “Mischief girl, stop drinking all that beer.”

  I give Chief the finger, and then stumble backwards with a giggle. Trav’s arms encircle me, and I smile stupidly up at him.

  “You are drunk.”

  “I love you rockstar, hmmmm, yes I do.”

  He snorts. “You love the dirt, the ants, the tr
ees…I am not sure I feel flattered right now.”

  “Oh my god, I do love ants.”

  “Travis, get that girl some water.”

  I run over and high jump onto Chief’s lap; he lets out a loud ‘oomph’.

  “Jesus girl, way to kill me.”

  “Daddy, don’t be so uptight.”

  “Uptight.” He snorts.

  “Yo Mischief, give the old man a good kick will ya?” Henry bellows and all the boys laugh.

  “Now back down there fellas, don’t give her ideas.”

  “Daddy, I am your favvvvvorite girl right?”

  “Yes Mischief, you are my favvvvvvorite girl.”

  “Ever?”

  “Maybe not ever.”

  I kick his shin.

  “Alright, ever.”

  “Hey daddy?”

  “Yes Mischief?”

  “Do you think I’m real pretty?”

  He laughs, and Travis rolls his eyes. I pout at him.

  “You’re real pretty, like a damned sea lion.”

  I snort loudly and begin laughing like crazy.

  “That was mean.”

  “Sea lions are cute girl.”

  “Sea lions are fat!”

  “Well right now, this ass is making my legs go numb.”

  “Are you calling me fat Chief, I will pound your nose right in.”

  He laughs. “Boniest ass I ever had on my lap.”

  “Oh so now I am too skinny.”

  “Just perfect sea lion.”

  “You hurt me real bad daddy.”

  “You will live girl.”

  “Hey daddy, isn’t the annual biker charity car wash on tomorrow?”

  “It sure is. Gonna help your old man out?”

  I smile. “I might; can Reagan come?”

  “More help the better.”

  “Hey Trav, you should play!” I grin.

  “Already on it baby.”

  “Oh, you devil. You didn’t tell me.”

  He grins. “I was getting there.”

  We enjoy the rest of the night; when morning comes I text Reagan and tell her our plans. While the men are setting up at the beach car lot over the road, we get ready. We pick the skimpiest bikini’s we can, mine is red and tiny while Reagan’s is fluro blue and just as tiny.

  “Your dad is going to flip!”

  I laugh. “He will live, you ready?”

  “Oh, I’m ready!”

  We walk out of the house and over the road, hearing whistles to no end. When we get in clear view of the bikers, they all stop. Chief slaps a hand over his face and mutters a string of curses. Travis drops the cord he was holding on his stage set up and jumps off, running over.

  “What the hell is that…”

  “A bikini.” I grin.

  “Hell no!”

  “I agree, hell no!” Chief growls.

  “Can’t stop me boys, might as well get used to it. We will make more money than you lot!”

  “I am a rockstar; people will pay to see me play. You don’t need to get half naked!” Trav growls.

  I stroke his cheek. “You will get through this.”

  I grip Reagan’s hand and we skip towards the cars and boy do we have fun. We re-enact every damned car scene from every damned movie. We slide over them, sponge ourselves, do sexy little dances. Chief sits with a towel over his head, refusing to watch and Trav glares at me the entire time. That is until I saunter over to him with a wet sponge and run it over his naked chest. That gets most of the girls watching his show’s attention. I grip his chest, rubbing the soap in.

  He backs me over to a car and slides me over the hood, leaning his body over mine. He kisses me with such passion it takes my breath away. The women whisper and some cry out in disappointment. I wrap my fingers through his hair and hook my legs around his waist. After a moment he stands back, taking me with him and carries me over to the stage, plonking me down.

  “You are driving me fucking crazy.”

  “Are you all possessive and jealous?”

  He nips my neck. “You know I am.”

  “We have made heaps of money.”

  “I wonder why!”

  I grin up at him. “I have to get back to work.”

  I leap of the stage, and he slaps my ass. I giggle and run over to Chief, throwing him a wad of cash.

  “See, we are good for something.”

  He glares at me, giving me a hard expression.

  “You got half an hour and then you are getting some clothes on.”

  “Fun spoiler.”

  “I just sent a picture message to your Ma, you are lucky she ain’t here or your ass would be red!”

  I laugh. “Yes boss.”

  I run off and finish cleaning the cars with Reagan. When Trav’s show is finished, and the day has ended we all make our way back to Chief’s for a cook up. We are mid-way through, happily laughing and chatting about the day when Biker Bill comes in with an odd look on his face.

  “Chief, you got a visitor.”

  “Send em in then.”

  “Ummm.”

  “What are you waiting for, send em in!”

  “You asked for it.”

  The gate opens, and a young girl walks in. She is about eighteen or nineteen years old and damn pretty. She has long blonde hair, grey eyes and big beautiful lips. Chief stiffens and before I can ask why, she bellows ‘Daddy’ and comes rushing forwards. My whole world stops. Daddy? Who is she calling daddy? I realize she is looking at Chief, and my beer bottle slips from my hands and drops to the floor.

  “Fuck!” Chief snarls.

  Trav grips my arms, and I spin around to watch this all unfold in front of my eyes. The girl runs towards Chief and throws herself into his arms. My knees buckle. His eyes are on me; they haven’t left me. I feel my lip quiver; I feel my world begin to stop. Everything around me becomes a crazy blur.

  “Trav…” I whisper, “Get me out of here.”

  “I got you baby, I got you.”

  He begins walking me away, when Chief calls out.

  “Mischief, wait!”

  I spin around, and when he reaches me I ask him one simple question.

  “Is that your daughter?”

  He winces. “I wanted to…”

  “How long Chief?” I scream. “How long have you known?”

  The girl looks pleased with herself; the little bitch looks pleased. Did she know about me? Did she want revenge? Did she want to hurt me for some reason? Why is she smiling? ‘You are my favourite girl, you know that don’t ya Mischief?’ All those years he spoke those words and I never understood why he repeated them, now it all made sense.

  “I have known for ten years.”

  I slap him, so hard he stumbles back.

  “I HATE YOU!” I scream.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here.” Travis growls, glaring at Chief.

  “Mischief, wait.”

  “Chief, don’t!” Travis warns. “Not now.”

  “I…”

  I catch a glimpse of Chief; his eyes are pained and he is panting. He is helpless, but I don’t care. He has broken my heart, and I don’t know how to feel about it. As I am about to step out of the gate, I stop.

  “Momma knew, didn’t she? She found out, and she left you.”

  He closes his eyes. I feel tears coursing down my cheeks.

  “Well, I hope you are happy. You gained one daughter, only to lose the other.”

  I step out of the gate and hear Chief’s pained bellow. I crumble, but Trav has me, he always has me.

  ~*~*~*~

  “Hey now, you need to eat.”

  I turn away, my world has crumbled around me, and I can’t think. My father, my mother, all of them….too much pain.

  “Baby come on, eat for me?”

  I look up at Trav, who has been by my side since I found out about Chief two days ago. I swallow and nod weakly, taking a bite of the sandwich he has placed in front of me.

  “He loves you Mischief, he has b
een going crazy trying to get to you.”

  “He lied to me for half my life. He had another daughter, and he lied…”

  “How would you have had him explain? He couldn’t have even if he wanted to.”

  “He should have told me Trav.”

  “Yes, but he made a mistake.”

  “He has made too many mistakes, I need time.”

  “I know. Have your rung your mom back, she has been ringing me crazily.”

  “No, I will. Pass me the phone.”

  “I know you are mad at her, just hear her out.”

  “She lied to me too Trav, she knew all along.”

  “She was protecting you.”

  “She still lied.”

  He hands me my phone, and I dial my mother’s number, I love her enough to let her know I am ok and I need answers. For the first day I cried myself into a stupor, the second day I was furious, and I needed time to process it. I feel betrayed, alone and hurt, but now, I need answers. I need to know why. She answers on the first ring.

  “Violet baby, oh baby.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She has been crying; I can hear it in her voice.

  “Because I didn’t want to hurt you. Caden adored you, and you loved him, I couldn’t bear to take that away.”

  “He has a daughter Momma; you didn’t think that might be something I would want to know. I have a sister.”

  “Jasmine isn’t the kind of sister you want honey. She has been a problem since the day Caden found out about her.”

  I remember the cold smile she gave me when she barged in the other night.

  “All the same, it was my right to know. You and Chief shouldn’t have kept that from me. Is it why you left?”

  “That amongst many things.”

  “How could he have done that to you, to us?”

  “It was a mistake, I believe that.”

  “You are naive Momma, Chief doesn’t make mistakes.”

  “Look, Jasmines mother knew Chief before me, and the reason…the reason he slept with her was for revenge.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I am going to tell you this because it’s time you knew. Jasmine’s mother Clarice was married to a biker. Chief hated him, and he wanted to get back at him, so he slept with Clarice. It was only once, but it was enough. Clarice kept it from him for eight years and then ten years ago he saw her again. She told him about Jasmine, and he began seeing her. It was fine up until about three years ago when Clarice’s husband found out the daughter he thought was his, was his enemy’s. He started a war with Chief, and it is still going. Clarice’s husband is…”