“Rex, oh god yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper and it affected him even more than the screams she’d given him. His hand gripped her ass and he pulled her closer, holding her tighter against him. “Please come with me, Rex. God, you’re beautiful. So damn beautiful.”
There were many things he’d been called in his life but this was the first time anyone had called him beautiful. Wrapping both arms around her, he kissed her slow, thrusting hard three times and coming harder than ever and groaning into her mouth. Her entire body hugged him to her and he knew he could fall for this young woman way too easily.
When he’d given her everything he had, he went still, buried in her body. She kept kissing him, her hands smoothing over his head. His strong hands never stopped stroking her hair and down her back to her ass.
Brooke pulled back to look at him and she smiled. He imagined this was the smile so many of her male fans thought about when they were alone in their beds late at night as they stroked themselves. Rex was going to be one of them. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips gently.
Pulling him to her, she kissed over his forehead, his temples, over both cheeks, the tip of nose and all the way around his jaw before taking his lips possessively. He smiled at her and she said quietly, “Your dimples gentle your features, Rex. They make it possible to see the little boy you were once. I like that.”
“Please tell me you’re in Chicago one more night, Brooke.” She nodded. “Tell me you’ll come back to me.”
Her soft hands cupped his face and he felt a strange tightening in his chest. “You should come to the show. Kyle and I have been advertising we needed a little break because it was getting hard on both of us to pretend day and night. Come see us play and I’ll come back with you after. I know country isn’t your preference…”
Rex cut her off with a kiss, “I think I’m going to be listening to a lot more country now.”
Gifting him with a megawatt smile, she said happily, “I’ll have tickets for you at ‘will call’. I’ll leave four in case there’s anyone you think would like to come with you. If you need more just let me know.”
“Four is perfect, I’ll bring my Marine buddies.”
She went still and her eyes flashed hungrily, “God, I knew it. Could you be more alpha male?” He grinned and lifted her from his semi-hard cock, disposing of the condom with her suspended over him. “You lift me like a doll.” Moving his hands between them he cupped the back of her thighs at her ass. He power lifted her as he kissed from the valley of her breasts to her mound. Lowering her carefully, she whispered, “That is…really hot, Rex. I can’t believe you don’t find me heavy. I’ve been called solid all my life. For my size, I weigh a lot more than you’d think.”
“You’re a little bitty thing, Brooke.” Compared to him, she guessed that was true. Rex laid her on her back and lay down beside her, tugging her firmly against him. “We’re going to let you rest a while because you’re going to be raw from how much I’m taking you…I worry about the condoms chafing your fragile skin, honey.”
She moved one thigh over his and crossed her hands on his chest, her head on them so she could look at his face. “Tell me more about your life, Rex.” He talked for a long time and she asked him questions. He couldn’t remember anyone ever being so interested in him as a person before other than friends.
After half an hour, Brooke slid a palm down his stomach and wrapped her fist around his cock. “I’ve actually done this once before but the idiot only lasted about ten seconds. I bet you could last long enough for me to learn something, Rex.” Then she moved down his torso and took the head of his cock in her mouth.
“Jesus Christ, oh, Brooke.” His hands went into her hair and over her back. “Woman, you are going to test every ounce of control I have to last at all. Damn, your mouth is so hot, so damn silky.”
For a long time, Brooke worked to take him deeper and deeper. When she could take him more than halfway, feeling him solidly at the back of her throat, she used one hand to cup his balls, amazed at the texture and how warm they felt in her palm. Working her fist over the half of him she couldn’t manage, she watched his legs tighten, his heels digging into the bed. His hand was fisted in her hair, the other massaging the muscles of her back.
“Pull back, honey. I’m going to come. I can’t stop it. Pull back, pretty baby. Brooke, oh god, yes…” She took the first jet of his come and moaned around him, still sucking and stroking, “Brooke baby, fuck that feels so good.” Adjusting her grasp on him, she swallowed around the head. When he was dry, she pulled back and let him go with a soft pop.
He gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath before yanking her to her back by a fistful of long hair and dropping between her thighs. “You are so fucking generous, baby. I’m going to eat this pretty golden pussy until you can’t move. Fucking you with my tongue and my fingers while I lick every drop of come from you, then I’m going to take you slow and easy, honey. I’m going to thank you for a long time. For coming to my shop, for coming home with me, for giving me more in a few hours than any lover has given me ever. Settle in, Brooke baby.”
For over an hour he ate her and played with her until she was limp with exhaustion.
When he rose over her and slid his sheathed cock into her body, she whispered weakly, “You’re welcome…oh god, you’re welcome, Rex.”
Chapter Thirteen
When Rex pulled up in front of the hotel the next morning with Brooke on the back of his Harley, Kyle and Finn were outside. Kyle grinned at her and she called them over to meet Rex as she got off the bike. The men shook hands and Brooke told them he’d be at the show later.
“Brooke, girl, you look positively wrung out happy. God, I’m so glad.” Looking at Rex, he said, “She’s told you the situation? I don’t want you thinking you need to kick my ass because no way would I survive it.”
Laughing loudly, Rex shook his head, “No ass kicking. I think it sucks people are so ignorant you had to resort to that sort of game, but I don’t blame you. We all do what we have to do to survive.” Rex pulled Brooke back and sat her in front of him on the bike. “I think you have a lot of things you need to do before your show.” Leaning close, he whispered in her ear, “Don’t get too tired, I need to turn your piercing later. It works best if I use my tongue.” She blushed hot and he kissed her quick with a smile.
Two reporters were snapping photos at one side of the hotel entrance. “Sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”
Cupping her face, he said, “Yeah, because this is bad for my reputation. You’re the girl next door, I look like one of the bad guys in an action movie.” She shook her head and told him that was ridiculous. The hero maybe, not the villain. “Don’t worry, I’m not saying a word to those vultures. Have a good day and I’ll see you tonight. Go before I kidnap you and hold you captive in my house all damn day.” He kissed her once more and lifted her to her feet, slapping her ass lightly before lowering his shades and starting the bike. “Bye, baby.” Then he was roaring out of the hotel drive.
“Jesus, Brooke, you chose hard core. That man wants to devour you one inch of skin at a time,” Kyle said and Finn nodded in agreement.
“Uh huh…you have no idea. He’s already done that and my lord.” The young men laughed and watched her stare after Rex in a daze. Shaking herself, she said shyly, “Finn, I’m sorry, how are you feeling, honey? You still look pale. Can I do anything for you?”
“I’m good…you’re so damn sweet, Brooke. I hear your brother rocked on drums last night. What a lifesaver. Hey, if I haven’t told you recently, thanks again for…all you did for us, Brooke. I mean that. I know it wasn’t easy on you. I’ll never forget it.” Finn was a good looking man who kind of resembled pro skater Tony Hawke. He dressed more like an alternative rocker than a country drummer but their female fans loved his shaggy hair and retro t-shirts.
Linking arms, she headed into the hotel between them. The reporters stepped in front of her and asked if she and K
yle were finished. Brooke seemed confused by the question, looking at Kyle with her head tilted, “We’re best friends. It’s hard to date and be together every minute. It gets exhausting. We’re taking a break…but I still consider him one of the best men I know. Just love him to death.”
The reporter’s face was almost lecherous as he asked, “What’s the story with you and fellow band members, Logan and Decklan Bradshaw? Your shows are hot. The photo shoots of the three of you seem genuinely seductive.”
“We’re performers. That’s what we do. What we’re paid to do. I love Logan and Decklan but we’re not together, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m not really the casual type and they’re at the height of their popularity. They have the right to enjoy that and all the perks that go with the success they’ve worked so hard for.”
Annoyed that she wasn’t spilling her guts about the apparent orgies he wished she was having, the paparazzi went on, “What’s the story with the biker? You didn’t look very casual with him.”
The smile on her face said more than her words, “A very close friend of mine, Rex Black. He owns Black Ops, an excellent tattoo parlor here in Chicago. He did my brother’s tattoo last night. Amazing work and a good man. Really good skills. I have to get inside, anything else? I need to get to rehearsals.”
“Is your relationship with Rex Black romantic?” the guy definitely didn’t give up easily.
Brooke sighed heavily but managed a small smile, “Funny you don’t ask Logan or Decklan these questions when they show up with a new woman every day. Lord, what a double standard we women have to deal with. My relationship with Rex is complicated. The man is flat out incredible…in many ways. He’s obviously gorgeous. Other than that, I prefer not to over-analyze it. I really have to go now. Hope to see you at the show tonight.”
Heading inside with her arms around Kyle and Finn’s waists, they were laughing while they waited for the elevator. When it opened, Logan and Decklan stood there with an obviously exhausted brunette between them. Both of them looked mortified and Brooke laughed, stepping aside and motioning for them to get out.
She got in and hit the up button as they stared at her in shame. Before the doors closed, she whispered fiercely, “I see that step-down method is working real well. Maybe you should try the patch. I’m so glad I didn’t pass up my opportunity to be someone’s total focus last night.”
They turned to get back in the elevator, their mouths open to explain. She held up her hand, “Please don’t bother. See you at the arena.” The doors slid shut and she burst into tears, Kyle hugging her tightly as they rose to their floor. “I’m such a fucking moron.”
“No, honey…they’re the morons. You need to let them go, really let them go for a while. They aren’t ready for you, you knew that. You’ve said it over and over. It’s time for you to believe it. Enjoy being a grown woman. Let someone show you what you’re worth. You can’t keep waiting on them…depriving yourself of human contact. They sure aren’t. Fuck that. Come on, let’s go snuggle Becca and Molly. That always makes you feel better.” The two men hugged her until the doors slid open.
Taking a deep breath before stepping into the hall, she whispered, “Those are the last fucking tears I’ll cry over those two. I don’t deserve that shit.” Walking confidently to her suite, the guys followed her and stayed to visit with her siblings while she showered. A pissed off Sidney showed up ten minutes later with a garment bag and disappeared into Brooke’s room like a woman on a mission.
Half an hour later, Brooke stepped into the living room in black leather pants that could have been painted on and a black leather halter top that left most of her sculpted stomach and her entire back bare. She wore four inch heeled boots and a black straw cowboy hat low over her forehead.
Sidney had straightened her hair so it fell almost to her ass in multi-hued shades of gold. She’d added waterproof black mascara and eyeliner, some faded gray shadow in the corners of her eyes. Her lips were glossy, showcasing their natural color and fullness. Over her bare skin was a shimmery powder. Grabbing a leather jacket from Sidney’s outstretched hand she thanked her for her help.
“Oh girl, it is my pleasure to kitten you out. I can’t believe you finally let me. You’re the perfect canvas for an artist like me. Does this mean you’ll start letting me out of my cage a little?” Sidney was only a couple of years older than Brooke but usually seemed much older. She’d loved the redhead’s natural kick-ass attitude from the first.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what this means. You are now cleared to dress me and make me up however you wish.” Sidney clapped her hands and jumped up and down with a little squeal.
“Brooke, you look so pretty. Like in a magazine,” Becca said and Molly’s mouth was hanging open.
“Thank you baby. After rehearsal, I’m taking you guys to lunch and the museum. Jeanette, after the tour I’m buying you a car.” Her assistant gasped. “You’ve earned it and I know you still don’t have one. I love you, the kids adore you. You actually keep me organized. No small feat because you know I forget anything to do with paper. Please come play with us today. I’m giving you both tons of paid time off after the tour but I hope you’ll hang out with all of us. Keep being part of our family. Otherwise, we’ll miss you too much.” Taking a deep breath and slipping on sunglasses, she and Sidney headed for the door. “Kyle, I’ll see you guys later and thanks. You’re right.”
Kyle smiled and wished he was into women. It wasn’t the first time he’d had the thought about Brooke. “You look amazing. Go rock it, babe.”
In the lobby, the reporters and fans didn’t recognize Brooke at first. When they realized, there were collective groans from the men and they heard one woman say, “That’s who I knew she could be…get it girl.”
Cameras were going off everywhere and she stopped to sign autographs, posing for photos with fans of both genders and all ages. Several times she mentioned Rex’s ‘skills’ and his shop.
Inside the limo, Sidney asked, “Do we have a game plan, chica?” When Brooke arched a brow as if to ask a plan for what, the young woman laughed, “For making the Bradshaws realize how fucking stupid they’ve been and what they’ve now completely lost?”
Shrugging, Brooke said, “I thought I’d play it by ear. I’m going out after the show with Rex and his Marine friends. I want you to come with us and talk Jeanette into coming, too. If his friends are anything like him, you won’t be unhappy, Sidney. Screaming orgasms. Now I get why people think sex is so amazing. I totally get it.”
Giddy with happiness now, Sidney actually clapped her hands, “Oh dear god, I love military types, they’re so alpha male. Thank you, lord. I’m sticking by you after the show. No fucking way am I getting left behind. You can bet your pretty ass Jeanette is going, too, if I have to cuff her.” They chatted as they drove to the arena and Brooke grinned when she saw all the reporters.
In awe, Sidney whispered, “News of your makeover traveled quick.”
Smirking, Brooke said, “I’m going to make you famous, girl, and I’m going to enjoy every sweet minute.” Sidney got out first and stood waiting for Brooke. The reporters were asking questions about the new look. “I finally let my BFF have free rein. We’ll see if the fans like it. Sidney takes everything to the next level. She’s an original.”
She stood and talked to the reporters for a few minutes as if she had nothing better to do. When asked again about the man on the Harley who’d dropped her off earlier, she said, “Rex is gorgeous, one of the best men I know. You should see the tattoo he gave me yesterday. Stunning work. No, it was rhetorical, you can’t really see it. Only special guests. I’m sure you understand.” When asked if Rex was such a guest, she replied coyly, “Well, he put it on my body. That gives him VIP status.” Glancing at the entrance to the arena, she added, “Gotta go, guys. Work to do. See you at the show.” The roadies and security guided her through the building.
Samson glanced up as she approached, then did a double-take with a wicked gr
in. “You’re smoking, Brooke. Even more than before which I didn’t think was possible.”
“All Sidney, Samson. She’s a miracle worker.” Samson took in the redhead in jeans and a leather vest beside Brooke with obvious appreciation. “Yeah, my girl is fabulous. By the way, thank you so much for sending me to Rex. He took real good care of me.” Winking, she continued to the back.
The Bradshaw brothers were already on stage when she stepped out. The entire band stopped mid-note. “Sorry I’m late. I had some things to take care of. What number are we on?” The drummer stammered they’d just started. “Excellent, I’ll just go by the set list then.”
The techs hooked her up and put her fiddle in her hand. She studiously ignored the twins.
Logan and Decklan took in the image of a pissed off Brooke and thanked god for the guitars in front of their bodies. “Brooke, honey, you look…different.” Logan could not reconcile the innocent woman they’d met a few months ago with the leather clad supermodel standing in front of them.
“Do I? I must be inspired.” Testing her sound as she passed between them, she added quietly, “Getting well and truly fucked for the first time by someone dedicated to delivering said fucking as if we’re the last two people on earth…that has an effect on a woman.” She bumped her hip against Decklan’s, “Get to work, baby.” She shouted a count and the band seemed to snap out of it, launching into a fast-paced number and frequently distracted by Brooke’s amplified hotness.
Rehearsal went well and the crew loved how much fun she was obviously having. Afterward, she called out, “See you tonight!” Then she was out the door with Sidney in her wake. They were almost to the limo when the brothers caught up. “Sidney, can you give us a minute, sweetie?” She nodded with a smug smile and got in the car. Impatiently, Brooke asked, “Yes?”
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