Hold Me: Music For The Heart - Book One

by Faith Starr

  “So thoughtful in bed. I love it.”

  “Please don’t tell anyone.” I winked before slipping into the bathroom for a little mouthwash action. Some girls got off on tasting themselves, others not so much. I usually chose to play it safe the first time around until I knew their preferences. Sadly, for most women, by the second time around, they were pretty much history. I had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case with Teva.

  9

  Teva

  This slutty behavior of bringing a stray man home with me wasn’t my norm. I didn’t do the one-night stand thing. My privates had only experienced three things so far in my short life: a speculum at GYN appointments, my fingers, and Dr. Otis, who I preferred to call Dr. Shithead, the professor who took my virginity during undergrad. No judgments, please. I’d judged myself harshly enough, without the need for any additional negative remarks.

  So bringing Joey back to my place posed a huge risk to my ego. Here I had Mr. Sex Rock God in my room—and I was seriously praying that sex and riding a bike had something in common: that once I partook in the activity, I’d never forget how to do it again. Because regrettably, I seriously lacked practice in the-bed-with-a-guy department. Maybe that’s the reason why one touch from his skillful mouth and hands had sent me off like a firecracker.

  Hopefully he wouldn’t exit the bathroom and say, “Adios.” My gut told me he wouldn’t, because he still had needs that hadn’t been met yet.

  Ugh, when had I become so insecure?

  He waltzed back into my room, looking all hot, his chest buff and Herculean, his abs made of steel, as was the erection he had going underneath his boxers.

  How unfair for someone to be so darn attractive. I mean, Joey didn’t even have to try. But yay for me in that his entire package of deliciousness belonged to me for one night of ecstasy.

  “Hey sexy lady—” He’d returned to the side of the bed.

  “Are you actually singing ‘Gangnam Style’ to me right now?” I smiled.

  “What’s wrong? Do you have something against that song?”

  “Totally overplayed during its prime, but you sounded amazing singing it.”

  “There are other things I’m amazing at too.”

  The intensity of his stare made my grin dissolve into nothing and had me breathing harder.

  “I don’t doubt it.”

  “You’re going to give me a big head, aren’t you? Not that I don’t already have one because of you.” My eyes followed the direction of his to his boxers. “Fuck, if I’d have known bringing you to orgasm would can your cynicism, I would’ve done so hours ago.” He dropped down on the bed next to me, chuckling.

  “I’m not cynical.” I slapped him playfully.

  “No? You could have fooled me. I find it kind of hot. I take pleasure in seeing a woman speak her mind.”

  “Then you’ll love me.”

  What? Did I just say those words? I’m such an idiot! I sucked in my bottom lip, frustrated at my mouth’s disobedience.

  He winked at me, placed his hand on my chest, and glided his fingers over my breasts. “Why don’t we start with like first, shall we?”

  “You know what I meant.” I slapped him again, this time from embarrassment.

  “No worries. I know what you meant.”

  He scooted closer, our bodies now aligned. “Hey there.”

  Our faces were mere inches apart. He swiped some remaining hair off my face.

  “Hello to you.” I took the opportunity to touch his, skimming the back of my hand over his five-o-clock shadow.

  “I hope I wasn’t too sharp for you before?”

  “Are you always this considerate?”

  I marveled in Joey Fine’s presence. He kept thinking of my needs. What the hell was that all about? Here I planned on doing something wild and crazy by hooking up with a rock star, so I could check that box off my bucket list, and here he proved to be anything but what I thought I had brought home. Sure, he had been respectful, sweet, and kind all night, but this? Call me screwed, in more ways than one. Joey had the nice gene locked in tight, and the sad reality was that he would leave later or in the morning. Then what?

  “Are you still with me?” He kissed my cheek, my neck, my collarbone. Ah, this man slowly killed me with his charm.

  “Sorry. I zoned out for a minute.”

  “I want you here with me right now.” He stared into my eyes while speaking. Talk about intensity.

  “I am here with you right now.” My voice sounded breathy.

  He continued to kiss my body, especially my breasts, giving each one ample attention.

  “Good. I want you to savor the moment.”

  He leaned up and kissed me, this time with a sense of urgency and force, not soft and sweet as he had been moments before. This kiss meant business and had my toes curling.

  Once again, he lit me on fire. I smoothed my hands over each and every chiseled muscle of his arms and chest.

  Holy cow. The next time I saw Lily, I would have to bow down to her in thanks for making me crazy with that damn radio contest all week. I had won far more than the grand prize.

  “I want you, Teva. And have you, I shall.”

  How nice of him to forewarn and ask before proceeding, if that was what he in fact intended, but he had no need to do so because my entire body agreed, screaming, “Hell, yes!” Silently of course, except for the parts I couldn’t hide: the moisture pooling between my thighs, my hardened nipples, and the desire in my eyes. Shit. Call me an open book.

  He took my hands in his and raised them over my head. He kept them fisted against the mattress while pressing his hardness against my pelvic region. Too bad he still had his darn boxers on.

  “I want these out of the picture for now.”

  His statement regarding my hands came out as an instruction rather than a request. His confidence had my libido begging for more of whatever he had in mind. Soft and sweet. Rugged and dominant. Two extremes in one man. I liked it. A lot.

  “I hate to break it to you, Joey, but I feel like there’s a barrier between us.”

  “Aren’t you a comedian all of a sudden?”

  He didn’t smile at my little joke, his face serious.

  Crap!

  “Why don’t you lose the shorts?” There went my mouth again, saying things without my brain’s permission.

  “And quite bold too. I have to say, you’re surprising me to no end.”

  His tone had changed from earlier, becoming more forthright. My heart picked up speed at the unexpectedness of his stern demeanor. I knew it wasn’t meant to threaten or scare me. Oddly enough, I trusted him.

  He stood to remove the barrier, his eyes fixed on mine. It was good I had some sense of bodily control left or else I would have drooled when he slipped his boxers down and off. Damn. I wondered if he would fit inside me.

  He wrapped his hand around his length. “You like?”

  “Nah.” I shook my head. “I think I’ll pass.” I tried to keep a straight face but lost it after seeing his become smug.

  “You’re in big trouble now.”

  He dove onto the bed and tickled me. I burst into laughter, squirming under him.

  “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

  “Yeah? Well, I’d like to have my mouth on different parts of you.”

  Christ. Maybe that slut from the bus with Logan had somehow seized control of my mouth and body. This couldn’t be me saying these trashy things to a man.

  Either way, it worked like a charm because Joey had transformed me into a sexy beast. He ripped open the condom packet he’d pulled out of the pocket of his jeans, the ones in a heap on my floor along with his shirt, took it out, and slid on the protection at lightning speed. I watched in awe at his magical hands.

  Again, he gripped my wrists and held them above my head. I swallowed hard. I wanted to touch him too.

  He kicked my legs apart, determined in his maneuvers. Dr. Shithead had been meek and boring, and that was putting it
mildly. Joey brought a whole new level of excitement to this experience.

  He aligned himself with my opening. “You’re driving me wild. I don’t know what your preferences are, but my body wants to go full steam ahead.”

  Suddenly my shyness returned. Bizarre, right? Especially after all the dirty talk my mouth had spewed out.

  “What it is?”

  It pissed me off that he could read me yet barely knew anything about me. But I figured it best if he knew the truth. Talk about feeling vulnerable. “It’s been a while for me. Starting off slow might be in order tonight.”

  He smiled. Hopefully not out of pity because of my dry spell.

  “Slow it is on the menu for tonight, then.”

  He kissed me and kissed me some more. I strained against his hands, but he didn’t release mine.

  I became so entranced and enamored with his soft lips and confident tongue that I forgot all about the action set to take place down below until he probed my entrance. I tensed my pelvic muscles.

  “Relax.”

  Easy for him to say, he didn’t have something the size of a frickin’ kielbasa entering something the size of a quarter. Okay, maybe I tended to exaggerate now and again, but still. I was scared. Dr. Shithead’s manhood resembled a pig in a blanket, minus the blanket, compared to Joey.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I want to make you feel good.”

  Even though I didn’t know him from a hole-in-the-wall, I believed he spoke with sincerity. At least I got the impression that he did.

  Inch by inch he eased himself inside me, and to my surprise, my body easily accommodated his large size. I had been afraid for nothing and quickly discovered what I had been missing out on. Sadly for me, I’d never realized sex could feel so out of this world transcendent and magnificent. This rocked, and being Joey was a rocker, it fit the descriptive perfectly.

  Wanting to touch him, I tugged my hands against his grip.

  “I already told you I want these out of the picture for now. Let this be about you. Let me pleasure you.”

  What? This man kept getting better and better, now thinking about me rather than his dick.

  “I want to feel you too, Joey.”

  “And you will. But right now, I’m taking care of you.”

  Humph.

  He smiled against my cheek, kissed it, then seized my lips. Since I didn’t have use of my hands, I used my feet instead. I encouraged him to pick up the speed by wrapping my legs around him and urging him to move at a faster tempo.

  “I thought you said you wanted it slow.” His breaths were panted but controlled.

  “I’m a woman. I changed my mind.”

  Needless to say, he heeded my request, now thrusting into me faster, deeper, harder.

  “I’m going to release your hands now. I want them to remain on the bed. If you move them, I will stop fucking you. Do you understand?”

  Why wouldn’t he let me touch him?

  “Answer me.”

  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Good girl.”

  He reached for my leg and brought it forward, resting it on his shoulder. He did the same with my other leg.

  In the meantime, I rolled my free hands in circles to release the tension in my wrists.

  He leaned his body weight on his palms, pummeling into me, my feet up toward the ceiling. In this position he hit my emergency response button in no time at all, my body now pleading for help from the ethereal sensations wreaking havoc inside my entire being.

  “That’s it, baby. Take me with you.” He continued to pound into me.

  A numbness and tingling presence filled my limbs, my body feeling light with a sense of floating. It started to shake.

  “Joey, pl… Ah… It fe… So good! I can’t…take it!”

  He tightened inside me, his cock rigid beyond belief, slight pulsations twitching against my inner walls.

  God help me.

  My legs remained anchored against him, listless on his shoulders, as he too rode out his release. At least I wasn’t alone with the alien speech. He grunted in his own foreign language.

  Finally, I came down. What an unbelievable ride he had taken me on. Hell, I wanted to go again, my ticket already in hand, ready to give to the attendant.

  He released one leg, then the other, with care. He climbed on top of me, dropping his head down next to mine, his warm breath heavy against my ear. My body still trembled, the aftershocks slowly residing.

  I slid my fingers into his hair, caressing it, playing with it. Yay! He allowed me to touch him.

  He lifted his head and kissed me. “That was incredible.” His face hovered slightly above mine.

  I smiled.“I totally agree.”

  10

  Joey

  The buzz of my cell phone woke me from a deep sleep. I opened my eyes and scanned my surroundings, for a minute confused as to my whereabouts until Teva’s body twitched in sleep while snuggled into mine.

  Quietly, I slipped out of bed and bent over to retrieve my phone from my jeans pocket. It was a bit difficult to see with no light on. An incoming text aided in giving me the device’s precise location. I pulled the phone out of the pocket. Dani’s name appeared on the screen.

  Dani: Checking in to make sure everything’s okay. I didn’t see you leave the party, and you weren’t home when I went to sleep. You’re still not home. It’s late. Everything good?

  Joey: Yes, it’s all good. Sorry if I worried you. I’ll be home soon.

  Dani and I had the kind of relationship where communication topped the priority list. We had a special bond. That’s how we rolled, since our family basically consisted of the two of us besides Logan and Trevor, who weren’t blood relatives but treated us a hell of a lot better than our own ever did.

  The urge to use the bathroom made its presence known. Luckily, I had my handy-dandy phone light to lead the way.

  I made sure to put the seat down after I finished taking care of business. I would hate for Teva to go into the bathroom in the dark and fall into the toilet on my account. I’d done that to Dani too many times to mention. I never heard the end of it from her either.

  Teva had mentioned earlier to Lily that she had to work in the morning so I figured it best to take off. I also knew Buck would still be available to come get me. The after-party had probably wound down and finished up by now. More importantly, I didn’t want to put Teva in an uncomfortable position when she woke up or burden her with getting me home. Not that I’d have trouble getting a lift from one of the guys or Dani if required, but still.

  Back in Teva’s room, I gathered my clothes from the floor. I tried to be as quiet as possible. She looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to disturb her.

  I tiptoed out to the living room but didn’t make it out unnoticed. Lily entered the apartment. She reeked of alcohol. I thought about Teva’s car. In Lily’s present condition, she shouldn’t have been driving. The thought of her doing so while under the influence irked me.

  Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth fell open. “Joey Fine? What’re you doing walking around my apartment in the middle of the night, or should I say, so early in the morning?”

  “I’m about to head out.”

  “Why isn’t Teva with you?”

  Her smile evaporated, her eyes turned to slits. She probably figured I had gotten what I wanted, and sayonara, I’m out of here.

  “She’s asleep. Speaking of which, do you have a notepad or something, so I can write her a message before I leave?”

  She put her hands on her hips. “Did you think you would get away with sneaking out of here without even saying goodbye to her?”

  Lily certainly had a set of chops on her. I put my hand up to quiet her. I didn’t want her to wake Teva. “I’m not sneaking out. I’m leaving her a note. I know she has to work tomorrow and didn’t want to disturb her. Speaking of which, you were supposed to bring her car home. I hope you didn’t drive in your condition.”

  She tilted her head to the si
de, closed one eye, and pointed at me. “Don’t you worry your little heart about me. Her car is safely parked downstairs in the garage, right where it’s supposed to be. I’m not stupid enough to drive drunk. Somebody else drove it home for me. I’ll get you a notepad, but you’re lucky I’m an understanding person who’s giving you the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know what the two of you agreed to tonight, but Teva’s not the groupie or promiscuous type. Please don’t treat her as such.”

  “Thanks for the info. I already figured that out about her.”

  “Then please keep it in mind in whatever you choose to write.” She flicked on the kitchen light and pulled a small pad from a drawer. “Here you go, rock star.” I went to take it from her, but she held it firmly. I caught her eye. “Be kind to her.” She released the pad.

  I stepped over to the counter. I had forgotten to ask for a pen. She handed me one without me having to ask.

  “Please let yourself out when you’re finished. I’ll be sure to lock up before I go to bed. Thanks again for giving me a night to remember, even though you only played a minor role in it.” She winked at me.

  Huh?

  “I guess a thank-you is in order on behalf of Teva too, depending on what story I get from her in the morning.”

  She left the room.

  Words left me. Damn, what a firecracker on wheels that one was. And a flirtatious one too.

  I focused my attention on the notepad. I scribbled my contact information on one Post-it note and wrote Teva a message on a second one. It was a cold way to end an evening that had been anything but. I would have preferred a better ending to our hot and heavy night, but I also wanted to save both of us from possible morning-after discomfort when she had to go to work.

  Is Teva the clingy type who attaches herself after one date?

  Is she the kind who prefers space?

  Some of the women the guys and I met on the road thought one night of sex meant marriage and kids. I knew Teva didn’t fit into that category, but I also knew I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for a morning-after showdown. The physical and mental exhaustion from touring, playing our final show, and yes, the fantastic sex she had gifted me with, had all but kicked my ass. I wanted to head home and sleep for the next twenty-four hours to allow my mind and body to catch up on the essential rest I needed from the whirlwind that had been my life for the past several months.