Sweet Crazy Song_A Small Town Rockstar Romance

by Vivian Lux

  Claire worked over in Reckless Falls at the PR department for Granger Development. She was only a junior associate, a peon really, but she took her job very seriously, always arriving far earlier than any of her more seasoned co-workers. I was hoping by heading out now I could catch her alone.

  As I drove along the snowy country roads, I tapped my steering wheel nervously, wavering between worry over my friend's reaction when I told her the news, and pre-emptive indignation over the idea that her reaction might be a bad one. I had at least twelve different arguments with myself on the way to the resort town at the bottom of Ganagua Lake, running through every feasible scenario she might bring up and making very valid, cogent points that I hoped I'd remember once I got there.

  When I did get there, I was relieved to see that Claire's shiny white Jeep was the only vehicle in the parking lot. I huddled down into my coat and rushed to the front door and pressed the buzzer.

  Claire swooped over with a big smile on her face which froze into a grimace when she saw it was me. "Ruby? What the heck are you doing here?"

  "Freezing my butt off," I replied. "Can I come in?"

  "I'm working," she hedged.

  "I know. But I drove all the way over here just to make sure you hadn't fallen down a well or something." When she looked at me, confused,I elaborated. "You haven't returned my texts. I even called and you know how I hate the phone."

  She pressed her lips together and smoothed her hands down her skirt before she sat down at her desk. "Okay, so I know I didn't write back," she said. I sat down without her inviting me to because fuck it, this was Claire and she's been my best friend since fourth grade. "I honestly didn't know what to say."

  "You didn't know what to say to, 'hey, when you get a chance, let's get together for a chat?"

  "Well I knew what I wanted to say," she said fiercely. "But I didn't want to write anything mean that I'd regret, so I decided to not write anything at all."

  There was a sensation of someone pouring cold water in my chest. "Who told you?"

  "Finn told me," she said, ducking away so she wouldn't have to look me in the eye. "Like literally the second he found out."

  I felt like the chair was sinking underneath me, and also a renewed wariness of Finn King. "I'm sorry," I told her. "I should have come to you right away."

  She looked at me, eyes bright, "You know, he's my brother."

  "I realize that - ," I started to say but she held up her hand to stop me.

  "And I don't get a say in who he dates," she said. "But as your best friend, I always thought that I'd get it say in who you dated." Her eyelids fluttered a second. "Or maybe just that you'd want my opinion."

  "Well, what is your opinion then?" I asked her. I clenched and unclenched my fist.

  She sneered. "Jonah? You really want to be with Jonah?"

  "You know?" I said. "I think you've all decided that Jonah is somebody that he isn't."

  "I think I know perfectly well who my brother is."

  "Well, did you know that he didn't actually stay with that manager like you all thought he did?"

  She blinked. "How do you know about all that?"

  "Because he told me!" I burst out. "Because I asked him instead of just that assuming he'd been an asshole."

  Claire was so transparently obvious in all of her emotions that I could plainly see them all as they crossed her face. First she was confused, then disbelieving. Then she was wondering why no one had told her the truth yet, her sense of righteous indignation as the keeper of family gossip kicking into high gear.

  Ultimately, she decided she didn't care and tossed her hair. "Whatever. That's between him and Gabe."

  "And he and Gabe figured it out," I told her cooly. "They worked out their differences, and he explained what had happened, how he had got caught up in a breach of contract lawsuit but didn't want to trouble his brother with it because he'd had just gone through a terrible trauma already. So he took it all on himself. Don't you see that's what he does? Don't you see that's how he works? You Kings, you always told me what an asshole he was, but I wonder how much of that is him and how much of that is just you."

  "Jesus, Ruby," Claire hissed. "Let it all out, why don't you?"

  "You all formed your opinion on him way back when, and you've never let him grown beyond that," I said, blinking back furious tears that suddenly filled my eyes. "He's a good man. A really good man and his heart is in the right place, and I'm not going to let your opinion of him cloud my own judgment any more."

  "Well fuck," she sighed and looked away for a long, long moment.

  I looked down at my hands, resisting the urge to flounce off. So many fights Claire and I had had over the years lasted a lot longer than they should have because one of us was always flouncing off in a huff. So even though I had to grip the handles of the chair I was sitting in to keep myself there, I did. Waiting for her to make her peace.

  When she finally turned back, she looked almost surprised that I was still there. "Like I said," she exhaled. "He's my brother."

  "I told you, I don't -."

  She held her hand up again. "And I love him." She must have seen my expression because she laughed out loud, "I do! I might want to kill him most days, but that doesn't mean I don't love him." Her eyes softened and she sniffed. "And I love you too, you bitch. You should have told me right away. I could have given you some really good tips on how to deal with him."

  I sniffed with her. "I think it caught us both by surprise," I said with a happy sigh.

  She wrinkled her nose. "Like, I'm really happy that you're happy but I'm also totally grossed out right now. You're going to need to give me a minute."

  I laughed and stood up. "But you'll return my texts now?"

  She stood up and grabbed me in a fierce hug. "I'll return your texts. Sorry for that," she sighed and then pulled back and grinned at me. "I backslide into being a little brat, sometimes."

  "Sometimes?" I asked with an arched eyebrow and she laughed and smacked me, then the front door opened and pure terror crossed her face. "Go!" she hissed. "I'll talk to you later!" and hustled me towards the back door as I laughed.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Jonah

  I'd been working straight through for the past seventy-two hours. Phase one of my plan was nearly complete.

  Now I needed to put phase two into place. But that was proving hard to do.

  Venues with the right kind of equipment around here were in short supply. If I'd had a manager it would have been a matter of a simple phone call and I'd get what I was after. But I was determined to do this myself.

  I swallowed and pushed my way into the Crown Tavern.

  Just like I hoped, and like I feared too, Taylor was behind the counter. He glanced up, but his eyes slid right over me in a way that would have made me anxious as hell a few weeks ago. But now I was in a different position entirely.

  It was odd to need a favor.

  I sat down at the bar. "Taylor, man, you got a minute?"

  He looked like he wanted to ignore me but I slapped a twenty down and he slowly came over. "Jonah," was all he said.

  I smiled at him in a way I hoped made up for the fact that I'd been a little bit of a dick the last time I'd been in here. "Remember you asked me if I wanted to play here?" I asked him.

  He lifted his chin. "Quite well, yeah," he said, grabbing a pint glass and giving it a vicious polishing.

  I looked away from his hands. "Does the offer still stand?"

  The corner of his lip curled. "I don't know," he said slowly. Musing. "You know we've had a lot of sign-ups for open mic and I don't have the new schedule set up yet so it's not really a good time..."

  He was enjoying making me squirm. I knew he wanted me to beg, and so I gave him what he wanted. "Taylor, please, I'm begging you. I have some things I need to workshop." And a career to restart, I didn't add.

  His bushy eyebrows zoomed upwards, disappearing into his mass of bushy hair. "You're kidding," he deadpanne
d. "And you'd want to do that here? A big star like you?" He turned his mouth down into a frown. "This is more of a place for, what did you call us?" He glared at me. "Oh that's right. Small town dreamers."

  I looked down at my hands. Pride made my fingers itch and I wanted so badly to just walk away like this was beneath me. "Yeah," I said slowly, tamping the urge back down again. I needed something from him. And I also sort of owed him an apology for being an egotistical jerk. "I guess I deserved that."

  "You're an asshole, King."

  "I am well aware," I sighed. "Honestly Tay? I'm trying to be better though. Got a new girl now who's making me want to be a better person."

  He stopped rubbing the glass. "Local girl?"

  "Ruby Riley," I said proudly.

  He set his glass down and his whole persona seemed to undergo a shift. The hostility drained out of his face and he smiled broadly. "She's my niece Maddy's teacher at the school. Sweet woman."

  "The sweetest," I quickly agreed.

  "Wow, Ruby Riley with an asshole like you?" He started chuckling. It grew louder and louder until it became a full-blown belly laugh. "You know I still hate your guts, King," he said, his amiable tone softening the harshness of his words. "But if you managed to convince a sweet girl like Ruby to put up with you I guess I'd better do the same. How's this Saturday?"

  I grinned and shook his hand, promising a huge, thirsty crowd. Then I made for the door, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I did to text Ruby the good news.

  Jonah: You're amazing.

  Ruby's laughing emoji came back almost immediately. She must have been on break. I hurried over to Ethel and slid into the driver's seat, turning the ignition on so I could get some heat. And while I did, she was typing.

  Ruby: You tell me that every day.

  Jonah: Did I tell you today?

  Ruby: I just scrolled up. Actually you haven't yet.

  Jonah: Well I definitely need you to know it today.

  Ruby: Well thank you, you're sweet.

  Jonah: No you are.

  Ruby: Oh no, you're not trapping me in that cycle again. Last time we went back and forth like that for twenty minutes.

  Jonah: I only stopped because you yelled at me for distracting you while you were teaching.

  Ruby: Well what did I do that was so amazing today?

  I thought for a moment. Part of me wanted to burst out with the news, but the other part wanted to tell her in person so I could see her face.

  Jonah: It's a surprise.

  Ruby: How is something I did supposed to surprise me? Surprises don't work that way.

  Jonah: Let's just say I dropped your name today and it got me into the hottest concert of the season.

  Ruby: What on earth are you talking about?

  Jonah: You'll see Saturday night.

  Ruby: What if I have plans Saturday night?

  I grinned at my screen.

  Jonah: I'll make it worth your while.

  There was a pause while the three dots hung in the air. I was just about to start driving when her reply came through.

  Ruby: Then I'll see you Saturday.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Ruby

  When I heard his footsteps on my porch, I threw the door open so hard it slammed into the wall and sent Ginger skittering for the basement. "Finally!" I shouted. "Now tell me what's happening before I completely lose my mind!"

  He chuckled as I grabbed his hand and tried to yank him out the door. "I'll tell you!" he said, "I promise."

  I stood still and waited expectantly.

  "But you have to kiss me first."

  "Oh my god you suck so bad," I groaned, but fell against his mouth anyway. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close against his body and goddamn him he took his time, licking and teasing and biting before dragging his lips down my neck. "I like this dress," he murmured against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. "But I'd like it better on the floor."

  "I hate you," I breathed as his lips found my neck, but I bent my head to the side, willing him to kiss downward while I gave in to the roller coaster sensation, that insane feeling of rising desire and then the lovely feeling of falling.

  "First we need to celebrate," he said, producing a bottle of top shelf whiskey as if by magic.

  "First you need to tell me what I'm celebrating!" I demanded as he tipped the bottle back. "Hey! Easy there slugger."

  He leaned in and kissed me with whiskey sweet lips and I felt the delicious burn on my tongue. "A show. I told you." He grinned. "And you're looking at the headliner."

  I squealed and leaped at him. He fell back, laughing, letting me back him up until he tumbled onto the floor. "I'm gonna get to hear you play live?" I breathed as I straddled him, bunching his shirt up in my fists and leaning down to press my forehead to his.

  "You are. I'm playing the Crown Tavern."

  "Oh my god." A twinge of something shivered through my body.

  But he was too wrapped up in his pride to notice. "Tickets are sold out."

  "There are tickets?" I bleated. The panic solidified somewhere around my belly button. I hadn't allowed myself to think about how he wasn't staying here in Crown Creek for long. We hadn't even talked about it, both of us gingerly dancing around the topic of how long he was staying here in favor of happier thoughts.

  Like the one Jonah was having now. "And the best part is I'm playing Gid's songs."

  I froze, squeezing his shirt in my hands. "Jonah."

  His eyes darkened. "Thank you for giving me that box, Ruby." He took a deep hitching breath and leaned up to take another swig from his bottle. "I listened to every single tape. Gid and I, well I'm calling this a collaboration. A tribute."

  I was speechless. I looked back and forth between his hazel eyes, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time. "You're amazing," I finally said.

  His smile was so broad it looked like it should crack his face open. "Hey," he said, leaning up to kiss me again. "That's my line."

  I threw myself at him, kissing him as hard as I could, trying to put everything I was feeling, all my support, all my gratitude, into it. He kissed me back just as hard and it suddenly became a tug-of-war, pushing and pulling. I tugged at his shirt, pawing at the buttons until I had his bare chest under my hands. He grabbed my ass, squeezing through my dress and pulling me flush against him so I could feel how hard he was for me already.

  "Yes," I gasped. "Hurry."

  He slipped his hands under my skirt, thick strong fingers delving into my thighs, spreading them wider. I hissed as his fingernail brushed against my panties, that whisper of sensation against my already sensitive parts making me squirm. His eyes darkened and he roughly shoved my panties to the side and let his finger slip across my already swollen clit. "So wet already," he murmured, as if to himself. "Fuck, Ruby."

  "Hurry," I begged, squirming. He tilted his head to watch my face as he slipped his finger inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my muscles already fluttering around him, quivering at the edge of release. "Ah ah," he admonished. "Open you eyes, I want you to look right in my eyes as I make you come."

  "Oh god," I breathed, but did what he said, keeping my eyes fixed on him, watching him as he watched me, the tense tic of the muscle by his temple, the way his eyes darted across my face, as his fingers began to move.

  He wasn't interested in torturing me this time, thank god. He wanted to see me lose control for him, and that's exactly what I did. With his thumb pressed firmly against my clit, rubbing in tight, precise circles, he slipped one and then two fingers in and out of my swollen, wet pussy. I groaned as the thick, heavy sensation gathered in my core. The pressure built and built until I could barely handle it anymore. And just when I thought my mind was going to snap, he tore his eyes from mine and fastened his lips to my neck, and that last bit of sensation was exactly what I needed to push me over the brink.

  I arched back, bucking my hips wildly as the orgasm tore through me, and I had barely come dow
n before he pulled his fingers away to fumble at his zipper.

  The sound of his belt buckle brought forth an almost Pavlovian response from me. Instantly my hands were at his zipper, lifting his cock free and guiding it to my entrance. "Ruby," he groaned as he slipped inside. "My god, your pussy is amazing."

  "You've mentioned how amazing I am," I said as I slowly eased myself down onto him. He was so big there was always that initial burn, but it soon gave way to the most incredible fullness. "I guess it makes sense."

  He grinned up at me, then sank his fingers into the dip at the top of my hips. "Come on, amazing girl, let me see you ride me."

  "Watch me," I instructed, pressing my forehead to his. He growled, and began to move his hips, rising up off the floor to meet me every time I slid down. The sound of our slapping skin made its own kind of music, driving me faster, and faster. "Ruby," Jonah groaned and his chest hitched, breathing faster and faster. "Fuck, Ruby, fuck..."

  "Jonah!" I cried as the pressure broke a second time. I fell forward and he squeezed me against his chestA at the very last second he pulled himself free and spent himself against my thigh as he groaned out a shattering sound.

  We both lay there, just breathing for a moment and I wondered how I could give this up if he left. But he needed to go, his life was outside of here and it was starting up again way too soon. I struggled to get my breath. "Are you late for the show now?" I finally asked.

  He sighed. "We should definitely boogie." But instead of getting up, he reached for that bottle again.

  I slid off and looked at him as he set it back down again. He seemed as raw as I felt. "Are you okay?"

  "Um," he glanced at his softening cock. "I'm pretty great, yeah. Sorry about the mess."

  "Hold still," I told him as I got up and padded to the kitchen for paper towels. I dabbed at my thigh, and then came in to offer him a clean-up aid, only to find him taking another drink. "Jonah," I said. Tell me how long you're staying here, I didn't say. Instead I brushed my hand down his arm. "Are you...nervous about playing?"