Rock Me: A Rockstar Romance

by Wood, Vivian

  “Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she growled. Kneeling, she helped him unlace his shoes. The second she stood up, he yanked her down onto the bed.

  Sawyer wasn’t being inappropriate, exactly. She fell next to him, but he kept staring up at the ceiling, seemingly unworried about her presence. He took her hand, lacing their fingers together, but not looking at her.

  “Do you want to talk?” Remy asked softly.

  “I’ve had my head shrunk,” he said, closing his eyes briefly. “A lot. The government wants to make sure I don’t tell anyone about what happened, and that I don’t kill myself. It would bring too much negative press.”

  “Jesus, Sawyer. Don’t say that,” Remy said, squeezing his fingers.

  “Don’t worry,” he sighed. “I had my chance to do it, back in D.C. Didn’t take it. I’m past that phase now, I think. I just have what my shrink called survivor’s guilt.”

  “You said as much earlier.”

  “Yeah, well, it took her six months to pry that loose. So…” he stopped, looked away.

  “Well… it’s good to talk about it,” Remy said.

  “You think I don’t know that you’re just here because you feel sorry for my drunk ass?” Sawyer asked. “I’m not stupid.”

  “No one said that you were.”

  Silence reigned for a minute. Just as Remy was about to sit up and excuse herself, Sawyer rolled over on his side and stared at her with that piercing hazel gaze.

  “Why didn’t you ever answer my letters?” he asked.

  Remy opened her mouth, unsure how to respond. “Sawyer, I never got any letters from you.”

  “Bullshit. I sent you 30 or more, right to your house. Maybe they took a few months to get to you, but… I sent them.”

  Instantly, her father’s face flashed in her mind. If this was more than drunk talk, and Sawyer had sent letters to her house, there was probably a perfectly simple explanation.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t get them,” she said, shaking her head.

  “Well, shit.”

  “I’m going to take a wild guess and say you never got any letters from me, either?” she asked.

  Sawyer’s eyes blazed bright. “No.”

  “Right,” she said, closing her eyes for a second. “Of course not.”

  They were quiet again, each lost in their own thoughts. After a minute, Sawyer closed his eyes.

  “I’m going to fall asleep,” he told her.

  “Okay,” she said.

  “Can you just… stay for a little longer?” he asked, already half-unconscious from the sound of him.

  “Of course.”

  He rolled closer, throwing an arm across her waist, pressing his face into the long blonde strands of her hair that spilled across the bed. His breaths grew deep and even, his arm heavy.

  Part of Remy, just the tiniest part, wished she could stay right here. Sleep next to him, pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

  Only… the last time she’d let go, just like this and with this man…

  It had altered her entire life, forever.

  Biting her lip, she waited a few more minutes before slipping from Sawyer’s bed. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she knew it was the right decision, the logical choice.

  So why did it feel so bad?

  Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to leave. Shiloh would want her there when he woke up, and that was the important thing. Protecting her son, protecting herself.

  And Sawyer Roman? He’d have no part in that.

  13

  Sawyer stood out on the road between his ranch and Remy’s farm, just at the fork between the two winding driveways. He glanced at his watch, starting to feel a little nervous. He smoothed out the front of his navy dress shirt; he’d deliberately worn his cowboy boots and Stetson just for Remy, because she seemed to like him dressed like that.

  He was also flat-out avoiding Merissa and Stacey’s texts and calls. There was only one blonde who had his attention just at this moment, and she was only a stone’s throw away at River Farm. D.C. seemed like a lifetime away.

  The fresh bouquet of flowers he was holding felt like a strange weight in his hand. When was the last time he’d apologized to a woman like this? Not even apologizing for being his usual cocky jerk of a self, but instead for inconveniencing a friend.

  Where the hell had his balls gone?

  To his surprise, Remy was on foot rather than in a car; she came up behind him almost soundlessly, appearing as though from nowhere. Sawyer found himself unduly relieved that Remy had actually shown up to hear his apology.

  She was looking sexy as hell in a lilac-colored tank top and denim shorts with her cowboy boots, her long blonde hair twined into two complex-looking braids. She was listening to her iPod as she walked, only pulling the earbuds free when she was a few feet away.

  He could hear the twang of country music from her iPod as she turned it off and gave him a speculative look.

  “Hey,” he said.

  Her lips twitched. “Hey.”

  “I am trying to be more respectful of your boundaries,” he said, waving a hand to indicate the distance from her house.

  “Oookay,” she said slowly, shoving her hands in her pockets.

  “And I wanted to apologize,” he said, holding out the bouquet of flowers.

  Remy’s brows arched, but she accepted the flowers, bringing them up to her nose.

  “They smell nice,” she said, looking down at them as if unsure what to do with flowers.

  “I thought maybe you’d let me take you out for a drive.”

  Remy glanced up at him. “Oh, Sawyer… I don’t know.”

  “I’m not asking for anything,” he promised. “I just got this bottle of wine, and a blanket…”

  “I don’t want to go on a date with you, Sawyer,” she said, narrowing her eyes.

  “It’s not a date.”

  “You sure? It definitely sounds like a date.”

  “Get in the car, Remy.”

  Her eyes sparked with blue fire at his command, but after a moment she acquiesced. Sawyer didn’t rush around to open her door, knowing that she would balk at him. Instead, he climbed in the car and let silence rule as he drove.

  “Where are we going?” she asked at length.

  “Swimming hole,” he said, turning off onto an even bumpier country road.

  She seemed content with that, turning to put the flowers in the back seat and then staring out the window until they arrived. When they pulled up just short the hard-packed red clay that lined the swimming hole, Sawyer winked at Remy.

  “Been a long time since I’ve been out here.”

  He didn’t wait to see her blush, though he knew she would. The last time he’d been home, they’d skinny dipped and fucked out here, just as they’d done as teenagers.

  Sawyer got out of the car and grabbed a blanket from the backseat, along with a backpack of goodies. He headed straight for the swimming hole, not missing the curious expression on Remy’s face.

  She was probably wondering if this was a trick of some sort. She was also likely realizing that he wasn’t falling all over himself to open her door and escort her places, and putting it together that he considered that date behavior.

  “Give me a hand with this, will you?” he asked, unfolding the blanket.

  “Sure,” she said, still wary as she straightened the thick quilt.

  They spread out a good distance from the swimming hole, a spot where Cur Creek slowed and pooled before lazily trickling on. The spot was almost exactly halfway between the Roman and River lands, and it made for a great spot during mild weather.

  In thunderstorms, though, the whole area turned into a mass of sucking mud and flash floods. They’d lost untold numbers of livestock over the years, but the pastureland near the water was too good to fence off.

  Cur Creek was a perfect symbol of how Sawyer related to the land in his hometown: the water was your friend, as long as you respected it and knew when you were in dan
ger.

  He’d taken a lot of that to heart, especially when he was a SEAL.

  Sawyer dropped onto the blanket and opened his backpack to produce a couple of plastic cups and a bottle of Cabernet. He opened the wine without production, pouring a little for each of them.

  Remy sat across from him, folding her legs up and keeping her back straight. Ever vigilant, that one.

  “I haven’t had wine in ages,” Remy murmured, taking an appreciative sniff of the ruby liquid. “It’s all apple juice in our house.”

  Sawyer sipped his wine and frowned. “What? Why? I thought your father loved wine.”

  Remy’s cheeks colored. “Oh… I mean, he used to. It’s kind of an extravagance now.”

  Her words were stilted, making him think she was lying, though why would she lie about something like that?

  “So apple juice, huh?” he said, giving her a long look.

  “Yep,” she said, looking away.

  Something wasn’t right about that, but Sawyer let it go.

  “Remember how we used to party out here? Big bonfires, summers where we’d spend the whole afternoon here?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Yeah. Kids still come down here a lot, just like we used to.”

  “Good thing we came on a Tuesday then, huh? I don’t think they’d like us grown-ups breaking up their fun.”

  Remy smiled. “It’s weird thinking that we’re the grown-ups now.”

  “Well, not entirely grown up. Colt’s decided he’s going to throw a party out here on Saturday, just like when we were kids. He’s invited almost everyone we went to school with.”

  “Wow. That’s going to be wild.”

  “Yeah. He called it a rager,” Sawyer said, rolling his eyes.

  “Your brother really is one of a kind,” Remy said.

  “You got that right.”

  Sawyer glanced out over the swimming hole, thinking.

  “So many memories in this place,” he said.

  Remy’s cheeks went pink. “Mmhm.”

  “Do you know, Colt and I got into a fist fight the first day I met you?”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Let’s see. I was in fourth grade, I think.”

  “Yeah, I was in kindergarten. Same class as Colt.”

  “Yep. And Colt, being the goofy kid he was…”

  “Still is.”

  “Yeah,” Sawyer said with a grin. “Not that much has changed. Well Colt saw you and ran over to me at recess. Told me he had the prettiest girl in the world in his class.”

  Remy’s mouth formed a little O. “What?”

  “Oh, yeah. Love at first sight, you know?”

  “You’re kidding.”

  “Nope. So he pointed you out, and I took one look at you… All those freckles and blonde hair…”

  “Oh, I was so awkward,” she said.

  “Nah, you were cute.”

  “Pffft.” She flapped a hand.

  “Anyway, I looked at you and then at Colt, and I said that you were going to be my girlfriend.”

  “Seriously?” Remy asked, red as a beet. “I don’t remember any of this!”

  “Oh, yeah. And Colt punched me.”

  “What!?” Remy asked, cracking up.

  “Right in the face. Gave me a black eye.”

  “He didn’t!”

  “He did.”

  “That’s insane.”

  “Well, lucky for me, he fell in love with Mary Ellen Cartwright two days later, and you were a free agent.”

  “I was a baby,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “Yeah, but I never forgot about what I said,” Sawyer said. “I knew you were going to grow up to be something spectacular, and you did.”

  “Are you kidding? I’m still awkward, and I never got out of Catahoula.”

  “I’ve been all over the world, and I’ve hardly met anyone as smart as you.”

  Remy pursed her lips, giving him a disbelieving sort of look, and sipped her wine.

  “Was that too much?” Sawyer asked.

  “A little.”

  Sawyer laughed. “All right. Well, if you think you got stuck here, where did you hope you’d be now?”

  Remy put down her wine and stretched.

  “I don’t know. Teaching somewhere, maybe.”

  “Yeah, you always did like kids a lot.”

  She glanced at him, eyes bright, but only nodded.

  “I thought I would get out of Louisiana, at least,” she said.

  “You’re still young. Nothing’s stopping you.”

  “I went to community college 20 miles from here,” she sighed. “I’m not qualified to do much of anything.”

  “You’re an accountant for your father and a bartender in town. That’s more than most people have going for themselves.”

  “You have a different view of me than other people do, I think.”

  “I really, genuinely hope so,” he said, a smile spreading over his face. “I hope no one else is thinking what I’m thinking every time I look at you.”

  He let his eyes drift down her body, making sure she understood his meaning.

  “You’re terrible,” she said, but she laughed.

  “Seriously, though. What’s keeping you here? Family?”

  She went a little pale. “Yeah.”

  Sawyer moved closer to her, under the guise of digging through his backpack. He produced a small speaker, then paired up his phone. After a minute of configuring, he was satisfied when 90s country music drifted out.

  “Oooooh, Garth Brooks,” Remy said, wiggling her eyebrows. “This is a classic.”

  She surprised him by grabbing the wine bottle and refilling both their cups, then knocking most of her cup back in two big gulps.

  “Thirsty?” he asked.

  She chuckled. “I don’t get a lot of time to hang out and be an adult. I figured I should enjoy it.”

  “Yeah, I can see what you mean. Being at home with Colt and Walker is making me feel like a kid again, too,” Sawyer said.

  She colored a little, but nodded. “Yeah.”

  “So… if this plan works, and your farm starts to float again…” he said.

  Remy raised a brow. “I hope so.”

  “Then it will free you up to do whatever you want.”

  Something dark flashed across her face.

  “No, Sawyer. I’m not you. I have obligations, permanent ones.”

  “So that’s it? This is your plan?”

  “You’re awfully worried about my future.”

  “Well, I’m just making conversation. I was just curious. Do you want to move away, like out of Louisiana?”

  “No, I think I’m past that now.”

  “You’re not past anything, Remy. I don’t know why you keep saying that.”

  She bit her lip and glanced away. “I think I’d like to live off the farm. An apartment in town or something, a place of my own. That’s all I meant by it.”

  “Maybe once the farm is afloat again, you can do that.”

  Her lashes came down to hide those beautiful blue eyes. Whatever she was thinking, she obviously didn’t want Sawyer reading it in her eyes.

  “I don’t have a lot of choices. You and your brothers… you have money and freedom. Me, I have ties that bind.”

  Sawyer noticed that she leaned a little closer to him now, smiled a little more. She certainly wasn’t drunk, but she did seem relaxed.

  When he reached out and touched the tip of one of her blonde braids, she bit her lip and flushed. He thought of their kiss a few days past, how hungry she’d been for his touch.

  All he wanted in the world right now was to stroke her curves, hear that soft sound she made when he did something she liked. He felt his brain sliding into the gutter, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

  “Maybe my family has more money and less love to go around than yours, but I still don’t see what’s holding you back from anything,” he said, brushing the braid back over her shoulder.

  Whe
n she didn’t resist, he trailed his thumb over her collarbone, watched her eyes drift shut and heard her breathing go ragged.

  Yes, she wanted him. A part of her did, at least. Every single time Sawyer touched her, she went up in flames. Hadn’t it always been just that way between them?

  He wanted to kiss her perfect, pouty lips. He wanted to shred her clothes, run his tongue over every inch of her body, make her scream his name while she came harder than she ever had.

  Instead, he pulled her close and placed a single burning-hot kiss on the graceful curve of her neck.

  “Sawyer…” she said, and shivered.

  He could see her nipples harden through the thin cotton of her tank top. Her body responded to him, no matter what her brain might want.

  Her eyes were still closed, her breaths coming fast. Sawyer ran his fingertip down the plump line of her cleavage, curious to see how she’d respond.

  She shivered again, but she was silent.

  “Remy…” he whispered.

  “Mmm,” was all she gave him.

  He tipped her chin back and gave her a soft kiss. She made that sound, that quiet pleading sound he loved so much, her hand coming up to grip at the shoulder of his t-shirt.

  Wine forgotten, Sawyer slowly leaned back on the blanket, taking Remy with him. He didn’t want to scare her, so he pulled her atop his body instead of trapping her beneath his own.

  She moaned against his lips, moving to straddle his hips, breaking their kiss to tease his earlobe with her tongue. Sawyer gripped the round globes of her ass, guiding her to gently rock her hips against his.

  He shifted them both until the seam of Remy’s jeans pressed directly over his, and when she felt the full force of his hard cock, her eyes flew open in surprise.

  Not ready to give her time for second-guessing, Sawyer drew her back to his lips for a kiss, pulling the straps of her tank down her shoulders.

  He glanced up at her, breaking the kiss, and then slowly bared her breasts. They were magnificent, high and full and heavy in his hands.

  Sawyer drew her down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. In an instant, she was crying out, her fingers gripping his hair.

  He chuckled against her, flicking his tongue over the hard nub as she arched her back, needy moans escaping her lips.