Rockers After Dark: 6 Book Bundle of Sexy Musicians

by Chase, Deanna

  I laughed darkly. “Baby, that’s the idea.”

  Her face turned bright red, and I almost felt bad about teasing her. Almost. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

  “Jem,” she said. “My name is Jem.”

  “Jem.” I liked the sound of that. “Short for?”

  “Jemima.”

  I smiled and bent down to kiss her again. “Come here, Jemima Puddleduck.” I didn’t think it was possible, but she turned even redder at my joke about the children’s book. “What is it?”

  “That’s, um, actually what inspired my mom to name me Jemima,” she admitted a bit bashfully. “My little brother is Benjamin.”

  I couldn’t decide if naming two kids after Beatrix Potter characters was the sweetest thing I had ever heard or the weirdest. “That’s…interesting.”

  She laughed and rolled her eyes before playfully shoving me away from her. “Interesting is a good way to describe my family.”

  I wanted to grab her and drag her right back into the shower, but I let her go. When she hid behind the door, she unknowingly touched off a primitive chase response. Like a wolf who had caught the scent of a deer, I wasn’t about to stop chasing now. I could still see her reflection in the mirror, but she didn’t know that.

  While I soaped up, I watched her peel out of the pink uniform dress. She wore simple pink panties and a white bra. After having sexually confident and scantily clad women throwing themselves at me and chasing their fantasies of being fucked by a rock star, it was strange to see a woman behaving so modestly and wearing something so plain. All these years, I had thought that I wanted a woman who could match or beat me in the bedroom department, but maybe I had been wrong. Considering the way my body was responding to Jem, I seemed to have swung to the opposite end of the spectrum. There was something alluring about shy, kind Jemima the Maid.

  She wrung out the excess water from her dress into the sink and then ducked behind the door again. I watched her blast the damp fabric with the hair dryer. When I stepped out of the shower, I grabbed a clean towel, dabbed at my wet skin and wrapped it around my waist. I snatched the plush robe from the back of the door and thrust it at her. “Wear this.”

  She shot me a grateful look, and I realized that she wouldn’t have taken the robe if I hadn’t offered it to her. She would have stood there, soaking wet in her undies, rather than break some inane rule about using the hotel’s guest amenities. I shook out the robe and draped it around her shoulders. Even though I really wanted to see her naked, I decided not to push her, not yet. I turned my back. “I won’t peek.”

  “Thank you.” Her voice seemed smaller now and uncertain.

  Fast and rushed was my speed, but I got the feeling Jem liked to take things slow and easy. Not wanting her to pull away from me now, I hurried to reassure her about what had just happened. “I plan to kiss you again today and take you to dinner and then kiss you again.”

  “Oh.” She seemed surprised. “I thought maybe…”

  “Maybe I drag all hotel maids into the shower with me and kiss them like that?”

  “Well…”

  “I get around, sweetheart, but I’m not that bad.” I glanced over my shoulder to find her hugging the robe tightly to her chest and staring at me as if she couldn’t quite figure me out. There was something about her that had grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go.

  I was suddenly dragged back to my childhood, to a late night when my dad had drunkenly told me about the day he had met my mother. Like a lightning bolt to the head. That’s how he had described it. I hadn’t understood it then, but I sure as hell did now. All these years of looking all around the world for the woman who would shake me up and make my heart race—and she had been right here in Houston the entire time!

  “I’m flattered, Mr. Vas—Step, but I can’t have dinner with you.” She draped her damp panties and bra on the towel bar.

  A flutter of panic invaded my chest. “You have a boyfriend?”

  “No.”

  I glanced at her left hand. “A husband?”

  She let loose an amused laugh. “No.”

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “I’m working a double shift today.”

  I started to say that wasn’t a problem, that we could just go out later, but then I realized how tired she would be after sixteen hours of backbreaking work scrubbing floors, cleaning bathrooms and making beds. “I’ll take you out for breakfast tomorrow.”

  She shook her head. “Sorry. I have plans.”

  Now I was getting frustrated. “Cancel them.”

  “They can’t be canceled.”

  I let out an irritated huff. “I want to see you. Properly,” I added. “I want to take you out.”

  “I want you to take me out.” Her eyes widened slightly, and I could tell she hadn’t meant to admit that. I wanted to smirk triumphantly but didn’t. “Look,” she said with a little sigh, “my family life is really complicated. That kiss in the shower? It was fun, but it can’t happen again.”

  “Says who?”

  “Says me.”

  “Why?”

  “Step, you don’t want to get involved in my crazy, hot mess of a life. We’re not compatible. Let’s just chalk up that kiss to your hangover and let it go.”

  “No.” I strode toward her and boxed her in with my larger body. I planted my hands on the wall just above her head and bent down until we were nearly eye to eye. She licked her lips and stared up at me with apprehension. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “I know.”

  “So why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Because I think you’re going to get me into trouble,” she admitted quietly.

  I couldn’t help but smile at that. “I have no doubt.”

  “Step…”

  “Jem,” I cut in before she could come up with a million reasons why this wouldn’t work. “I’m asking for one date. Say yes.”

  “I…”

  I nuzzled her neck and nipped at her jaw before teasing my mouth against hers. “Say yes.”

  “Yes.” Her breathy answer made my balls ache. I wanted to hear her whispering yes like that when she was pinned beneath me on a bed. “One date.”

  “Tomorrow,” I decided. “I’ll pick you up.”

  “Not too early,” she said. “Benji and I have to drive up to Dayton in the morning to visit our mom. It will probably be an all-day thing.”

  “You and your brother live together?” It didn’t surprise me. She struck me as the kind of woman who took care of her own. Hell, she had just dragged me out of my tequila-and-Viagra-induced coma into the shower. If she would do that for a stranger, I could only imagine the lengths she would go to when it came to protecting and caring for her family.

  I liked her more and more.

  “Yes, we live together. He’s still in high school.”

  That didn’t quite make sense to me. “Your mother is back home in Dayton while you two are here in Houston?”

  She hesitated before reluctantly admitting, “Mom is locked up in Henley doing a twenty year bid.”

  Twenty years? Jesus Christ! What had that woman done?

  As if reading my mind, Jem explained, “She was picked up during a drug raid at our old house where they were cooking meth. My little brother was in the house so she got hit with a list of charges a mile long.”

  “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know if that was the right thing to say, but I wasn’t sure what else was appropriate.

  “Don’t be. She got what she deserved for putting him at risk like that. She did stupid, selfish things that hurt us, and now she’s paying the price.”

  She didn’t speak with malice or anger in her voice. I heard only resignation. “What about your father? He let her keep your brother in a house like that?”

  “My father is dead. Benji’s dad
was locked up in the county jail on a DUI charge. By the time he got out, I had custody of Benji, and he split.”

  I decided not touch the stepdad in county lockup part. “Custody? How old is your brother?”

  “He’ll be sixteen in a few days. I took custody of him almost three years ago.”

  I hastily did the math and found myself in awe of her. How many other eighteen-year-olds would have gone to that trouble to save a younger sibling from foster care? What else had she given up to take on the role of parent at eighteen? College? Her dreams?

  I thought of how selfish I had been at that age and the stupid shit I had gotten tangled up in at an even earlier age. Semyon, my older brother, had saved my ass on more than one occasion. He had gotten me through high school graduation before giving me the speech about being a man and making a life for myself. He had chosen to join the Navy, and I had chosen to run away to Los Angeles with Dom. Eventually, we had ended up in Oslo, of all the cold fucking places, and bumped into Tor and Leif. The rest was metal history.

  “Like I said,” she whispered, “my family is a hot mess of crazy.”

  I realized she had misinterpreted my silence as disapproval. I brushed my knuckles down her cheek. “You’re a good person. You love your brother. That’s all that matters.”

  “To you, maybe.” She dropped her gaze, and my damned chest ached, my heart slamming into my ribcage at the realization that she had spent so many years having people look down on her for family’s bad choices that she automatically expected everyone to call her trash or worse.

  I slid my fingers under her chin and tipped her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Right now, my opinion is the only one that matters. You’ve shown me that you’re a good person, Jemima. I believe what people show me.”

  Not wanting her to feel badly about anything she had just told me, I confessed, “When I was a kid, I used to run pickups for an Albanian bookie. I got it into my head that I could start running my own book on the side. Let’s just say that didn’t go over well, and I damn near got clipped one night. If it hadn’t been for my brother and Ten, my cousin, I would have ended up in a cement foundation or tossed off a boat somewhere off the coast of Galveston.”

  “When I was a little girl, my dad got into some trouble with the cartel. He took something he shouldn’t have.” She drew a slow finger across her throat. “No one was ever arrested for it, but we knew.”

  “I’m sorry, Jem.” I couldn’t even imagine the horrors she had probably witnessed as a child. The urge to protect her flared hot and steady. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and run away with her, take her back to my apartment and keep her safe there.

  Too fast. You’re moving too fast. Get a grip. You just met this girl.

  But as I gazed down at her, I knew. I fucking knew that she was the one. Fifty years from now, I was going to tell our grandkids about the day I had embarrassed myself in front of their grandmother by letting her find me passed out drunk in a trashed hotel room—and the way she had treated me kindly. I would tell them that was the moment I had decided she was the one I had been waiting for all these years.

  So fuck it. Fast and hard had always served me well. Today? I was going after Jemima—and nothing would stop me.

  Chapter Four

  Jem

  Weirdest. Day. Ever.

  I glanced to my left and couldn’t believe that Step was down on his hands and knees scrubbing the dirty dining room floor with a microfiber cloth. When I had tried to clean up the mess in the bedroom, he had flipped out and ordered me into the parlor area to tackle the mess in there. At first, I had been bewildered by his reaction, but then I had recognized the shame darkening his green eyes.

  Cleaning the suite in a bathrobe had felt weird at first, but the work had to be done so I had learned to deal with it. Not that Step fit the part of housekeeper any better! He looked utterly ridiculous rocking black leather pants while he attacked that stain and yet somehow also intensely sexy.

  As if sensing my stare, he glanced at me and flashed a sinful smile. Feeling suddenly embarrassed, I turned my attention to the dining table I was resetting with replacement china from the supply cupboard. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and a throbbing pulse centered between my thighs. I had been kissed plenty of times in my twenty-one years but that kiss in the shower? That one single kiss had obliterated every other kiss from my memory.

  I couldn’t even imagine what he was like in bed. If one kiss made my knees knock together and my stomach wobble, sex would probably kill me. My sexual experience was meager compared to his. One boyfriend and two attempts at sex had been enough for me to swear it off. Then I had taken custody of Benji and all hopes for a social life had been demolished. Trying to raise a teenager while I was a teenager took every single ounce of energy I had.

  But as I started pushing a microfiber mop around the vast swaths of marble and hardwood, I found myself craving some real adult interaction. Step’s kisses and his touch had relit the passionate fire that had been snuffed out by a hard life and hard work. He made me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.

  And yet I couldn’t quite trust him.

  I had discovered him naked and face-down in a puddle of his own mess after spending the night with a trio of hard-partying girls. Judging by the looks of the suite and the antics Diego had described, those girls had had more fun than Step. I almost felt bad that he had spent his thirtieth birthday passed out on the floor.

  Almost.

  “What are you thinking about that has you so quiet?” Step used his uncommon height to easily fix the drapes. “Are you rethinking our date?”

  “No.” From this vantage point, I had the perfect view of his unbelievably hot body. He had outrageously muscled arms and a well-defined chest. My gaze travelled along his tattooed stomach to the dangerous dip in the front of his pants. There was no mistaking the outline of his cock tucked to the left. Panicked visions of that monstrous thing trying to impale me sent a quiver of fear through my belly.

  “Good.” He adjusted the folds of the fabric and thankfully seemed oblivious to me ogling him. He unlocked the French doors leading out to the balcony and began collecting the trash out there. When he returned with the whole mess of cans and bottles and other refuse in his arms, he shot me a concerned look. “Is it okay for me to toss all of this in the trash?”

  I understood what he was asking. “Dude, hiding a handful of burnt out blunts in a garbage bag is probably the least worst thing I’ve had to toss in one these rooms.”

  He didn’t seem to find that amusing. “Some people are dicks.” My eyebrows arched, and he looked suddenly chagrined. “Yes, present company included,” he amended. Then, more seriously, he said, “Jemima, I wasn’t smoking dope last night. I did a lot of stupid things, but I wasn’t on drugs.”

  That was some small consolation. “So that whole mess in there?” I gestured to the master bedroom as he dumped his load of trash into the garbage can attached to my cart. “Are you a binge-drinker?”

  “No, I’m just incredibly dumb.” He moved around the cart and took the mop out of my hand. “I enjoy a drink now and then, but last night was the first time in years that I’ve gotten wasted like that.” His jaw hardened. “I’m not my father.”

  That got my attention. “What does that mean?”

  “He was an alcoholic.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry.”

  He shrugged in a nonchalant way that I instantly recognized as a defensive maneuver. “He was weak.”

  “He was human,” I corrected. “We all make mistakes, Step.” I pointed to the bedroom where I had discovered him passed out on the floor. “Even you.”

  “And you?” He studied me for an unnerving moment. “What was the last mistake you made?”

  Not liking the intense turn this discussion had taken, I joked, “Taking this room assignment.”
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  Step stunned me by slipping his arm around my waist and hauling me close. He dipped his head and smiled. “Give me a little more time. I’ll change your mind.”

  His lips were on mine again, and I clutched at his arms. He didn’t need more time to change my mind. In fact, I was thanking my lucky stars that Juanita had given me this suite. I didn’t know what was happening between us but I liked it. The illicit thrill of what I was doing rocked me to the very core. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the girl who did crazy things like this but I couldn’t find a single good reason to stop him, not yet.

  He took his time loving my mouth, flicking his tongue against mine and then sucking gently on the tip. I would have dropped to the floor if Step hadn’t been holding me up. Those powerful arms of his easily supported my body. I shivered when his lips moved along my jawline. He pushed aside the lapels of the robe and skimmed his lips down the curve of my throat.

  When he tried to kiss my breast, I gently pushed his head to the side and closed my robe. “No.”

  He stopped instantly. Though he seemed to be one of those alpha dominant types who enjoyed running the show, he respected my boundaries. Our gazes clashed as we exchanged heated breaths. “Did I—?”

  “I’m at work,” I interjected quickly. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  I could tell he wasn’t thrilled with that answer, but he nodded and stood up straight. “I shouldn’t have pushed.”

  I bravely reached for his hand. “It’s just the wrong time.”

  Step smiled and lifted my fingers for a sweet kiss. “I can wait for the right one.”

  “Well,” I gently tugged my hand free, “you may be waiting a long time. I have two more suites and probably a dozen more rooms to clean before the end of my shifts.”

  “Jesus, Jem,” he said with shock in his voice. “That’s a lot of work for one little woman.”

  I bristled at that remark. “I’m not that little.”

  “What are you? Five flat?”

  “Five-two,” I replied. “Thank you very much.”

  He crossed his arms and laughed. “No wonder my neck is aching. I’m a full foot and three inches taller than you.”