Rock Me

by Alla Kar

  “Oh, yeah?” He took a bite out of his burger. “Do my legs not work anymore? I’ll sneak in.”

  Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bag and tossed it into the trashcan behind us. “Right. Like my dad wouldn’t find out? I’m not doing that.”

  Paxton’s calloused fingertips slid up the side of my thigh and underneath my skirt. I gasped and slapped his hand away. He seemed to like that. Who was I kidding? I liked it too. “Sugar, that’s why we won’t get caught. I’m a bad-boy, remember?” He winked then stood up to offer me his hand. “Now come on, baby. We don’t want daddy to worry.”

  ***

  After a long day of doing nothing while the boys signed shirts, we headed back toward the tour bus. Dad was chatting with someone about a VIP party tonight, but I knew I wouldn’t be going. Only the boys.

  My heart sank a little when I climbed the stairs to the tour bus and looked at the empty room. Distant sounds from downstairs echoed. My dad’s voice boomed over everyone’s and I heard my name and then something about going with Ginger to get our hotel rooms. Right. Like everyone didn’t know that they were going to screw in that said hotel room.

  “Why so sad, pretty girl?” Paxton whispered into my ear.

  “I’m not,” I lied and turned to face him. His grey T-shirt was snug to his chest and I clenched the Fringe T-shirt in my hand beside me. I wanted to go to the club too. And it sucked that I was eighteen and couldn’t do anything.

  Paxton narrowed his gaze. “Liar.”

  I shook my head.

  He took another step toward me, and trailed his finger against my collarbone. “I got you something.” He held out a sack for me to take.

  “What is it?” I smiled.

  “Open it.”

  I reached for the bag and pulled out a Go-phone. Paxton bit his bottom lip and scratched at the back of his neck. “I know your dad took yours and you said you wanted to call your mom. I just thought—,”

  I leaned up and kissed him softly, nipping his bottom lip and smiling into him. “Thank you, Paxton.”

  His tattooed arms reached around me and pulled me closer. “Say my name again.”

  My body heated.

  “Say it.”

  “Paxton,” I whispered.

  He growled. “I want to hear you scream it next.” Oh, goodness. “And I’m thinking I can make that happen for you tonight in the hotel room. Sound good?”

  I nodded. “Now,” he pulled back. “Get dressed, we’re going to a party.”

  I frowned. “You know I can’t go, Paxton. I heard my dad say I couldn’t go.”

  “No,” he whispered. “He said that at first but I told him I would watch you.” He cupped the bottom of my butt from underneath my skirt. “But you can’t wear anything this short or I’ll kill a mother fucker.”

  “Wait.” I held up a finger. “You’re saying my dad said I could go? Are you serious? We’re talking about the same person here, right?”

  Paxton grinned and pulled me closer. “I’m very persuasive.”

  I’ll say. “You sure it has nothing to do with the fact that my dad doesn’t want to lose ‘the best guitarist in the business?’”

  He shrugged his shoulders and fingered a piece of my hair. “It may have a little to do with it.”

  I giggled and he smiled. “Your laugh is fucking adorable.”

  “You’re adorable. Thanks for the phone.”

  Paxton puffed out his chest. “I’m not adorable. I’m … manly.”

  I burst out laughing and covered my mouth with my palm. “Right. So, manly.” I ran my hands up his chest and he grabbed my wrist.

  “Don’t think I’m manly enough?” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss. “I’d like to prove you wrong later tonight, Sugar.”

  “Why do you call me sugar?”

  Paxton searched my face. “Because you taste so fucking sweet.”

  I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth. “I should probably get ready,” I whispered, my cheeks too red to look at him.

  “Okay. Take your sweet, blushing ass to the shower. I’ll be waiting, Princess.”

  I turned and grabbed my robe. “I like sugar better.”

  Paxton’s blue eyes smiled. “Sugar it is.”

  Chapter Six

  Paxton

  She was going to get me killed.

  It was as simple as that. Her long legs were hardly covered by the dress she was wearing. Not to mention the sides were cut out and I could see the delicate curve of her waist. And goddamn if I didn’t want to rip that dress off.

  “Stop staring at my sister,” Nick said from beside me. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed in on me. I was ogling her, but he shouldn’t have been worried about it.

  We stepped into the club and Dillon shoved by us and went straight toward the booths by the bar. “I was just admiring the view. No harm done.”

  He shoved his hands into his pockets. “She isn’t going to sleep with you, Paxton.” Too late. “She isn’t your type.”

  My eyes widened. “And what is my type? Because she looks pretty good to me.” He tried to walk away but I grabbed his shoulder. “You think I’m not good enough for her?”

  He gave me a sarcastic smile. “I know she is too good for you. She’s going somewhere with her life. She’s not for you. She needs something more than a band hopping guitarist that sleeps with anything.”

  My hands clenched beside me, and it took every ounce of my self-control to not pound his face inward. “Don’t tell me what I am Nick because you have no fucking idea who I am.”

  Sidestepping him, I walked over toward a booth where Dillon was sitting with his drink and Missy was sitting with a Shirley Temple. Her gaze went back and forth between Nick and me, but I shook my head for her not to worry.

  “So, who’s ready to get laid tonight?” Dillon yelled, sloshing his beer onto the table.

  Nick scowled and scooted in beside Missy so that I couldn’t. I slid in beside Dillon and flagged the waitress down for a drink.

  Missy’s gaze held mine as we listened to Dillon and Nick bicker about something I couldn’t have cared less about. Her pouty lips wrapped around the straw, her cheeks hollowing as she drank. I couldn’t stop thinking about that pretty mouth wrapped about my dick.

  “Paxton!”

  “What?”

  Dillon tipped his beer back. “You thinking about getting some tonight? Bringing anybody back to the room?”

  I smiled over the tip of my drink and shrugged. “I think so.” Missy bit her lower lip and quickly turned her eyes.

  “Speaking of,” I said. “I’m going to go find that potential buddy for tonight.” I stood, giving Missy a quick sideways glance before walking toward the EXIT in the far corner.

  Two minutes later, I saw her pushing through the crowd toward me. “Took you long enough.”

  She grinned up at me and walked into my hug. “What were you and my brother talking about?”

  I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and trailed my fingers against her flushed cheek. “Nothing I can’t handle. So, you obviously know I’m bringing someone back to my room with me tonight.”

  Missy grinned. “Oh, yeah? I heard. What does she look like?”

  She gasped when I pulled the hem of her dress up and cupped her bare ass. “She’s blond. Cute. She blushes a lot.” I pulled her closer to me. “Feels like a virgin and taste like fucking candy. But you probably wouldn’t know her.”

  A giggled erupted from her and my dick ached at the sound. It was good to hear her laugh. “How about you come dance with daddy and I’ll consider bringing you home for a threesome.”

  She erupted into laughter and pressed her palm against my chest. It felt warm and so small against me. I led her out to the floor, in the middle of everyone, so we could get lost in one another without the band seeing us. She curled her fingers around the nape of my neck, pressing her tits closer to my chest, and I didn’t just feel it in my dick, but my stomach twisted. What was wrong with me?

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p; “So, Panama City tomorrow,” she said. Her voice was low but loud enough for me to hear her over the beat of the base.

  “Panama. Ever been?”

  She shook her head. “No, but I’m excited to go. I love the beach.”

  I leaned down closer to her neck, smelling the soft scent of her soap and smiled. “Ever had sex on the beach, Sugar?”

  She lifted her gaze toward mine, showing me her pretty blue eyes. “No, but I have a feeling I’m going to.”

  “You’re damn right.”

  She giggled. “You know the song changed.”

  I grinned and held her closer, ignoring the rap song drumming in my ears. “I know but I like this better.”

  Her grip tightened on my shirt. “Me too.”

  The entire room seemed to fade out and the only thing I could think about was her. Her smile. The too-blue eyes that looked so intensely at me that it hurt. And yet, her family would eventually figure it out and her family would take her away from me.

  At least she had her biological family. But I’d be damned if they told me I couldn’t see her. She was mine. They just didn’t know it yet.

  The songs faded into one another, and the crowd started to dwindle down. “Missy?” I asked, my voice low and gritty from not talking. “I think we better get out of here before your brother comes to whisk you away to your ivory tower.”

  She snorted. “He only acts that way because my dad makes him. He couldn’t really care less.”

  Tipping her head backwards, I forced her to look at me. “I care, Missy. You know that right? This isn’t something I’m used to but I don’t want to lose it. I haven’t felt close to a person in a very long time.”

  Tears gathered at the edge of her eyes and she looked down to smile. “I’ve never felt this close to someone, not even my parents.”

  She had no idea about my real parents, or my foster parents but I knew exactly what she meant. My foster parents were great, but I always knew I wasn’t theirs. I always knew the ones that had me didn’t want me.

  “Comes on, baby. Let’s go.”

  Nick and Dillon were still sitting in the booth, both drunk off their asses from what I could tell. I didn’t care. I’d only known them for three days and they didn’t seem to be worried about me.

  Once we stepped out of the club, a chilly breeze swept over us and I shrugged out of my jacket to give it to Missy. “Here.”

  Helping her into my jacket, I felt her shoulder relax into my touch, so I tucked her underneath my arm and guided her toward our hotel.

  The breeze blew Missy’s hair from her shoulder and her scent attacked me. God, she smelled so good. I could finger her hair for ho—

  “You’re Paxton Evers!”

  Oh, shit. A group of scantily dressed girls stopped in front of us, blocking our way. The one with her eyes glued to mine had a grin on her face that actually kind of creeped me out. Her makeup was caked on and her lips were painted hooker red.

  Missy was perfectly still against me, even though the other three girls were giving her go-to-hell looks. “No, not me.”

  Red lips furrowed her brows and took an unwanted step toward me. My grip tightened on Missy. Not that I thought I couldn’t take the girl but I didn’t really want to beat anyone up. “No, I don’t even know who that is. Now if you’ll let us pass, I’d appreciate it.”

  She frowned, and searched my face again. “Your tattoos are just like his. It’s you.” She smiled big. “Will you sign my tits?”

  What? Normally, I’d ask her to pop it out so that she would go away but I knew she saw Missy standing right beside me. “No, I won’t because I’m not him. Now get out of the fucking way. My girlfriend is cold.”

  Her eyes went to Missy and she snarled. “What’s your name? Are you two dating because she isn’t even pretty?”

  I gritted my teeth, but Missy patted the arm around her shoulder. “Move bitch.”

  Her eyes rounded and she pushed her hair from her shoulder. “Whatever. You’re not as hot as Paxton anyway.” They pushed past us and quickly faded into the night.

  Missy wasn’t looking at me, so I gripped her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. “I’m sorry.”

  She shrugged but I could see the sadness in her eyes. “What’s wrong, Sugar? Don’t worry about that bitch. She’s just jealous.”

  She sucked her lip into her mouth and nodded. “Baby,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful. You know that right?”

  She didn’t answer the question. “I’m getting cold. You think we can hurry to the hotel?”

  I shook my head. “No, you’re going to tell me what is wrong. I hope that you don’t think you’re not pretty because you’re fucking beautiful.”

  No answer.

  I growled, grabbed her hand and started pulling her with me. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m going to show you how you affect me. I’m going to show you how goddamn beautiful you are.”

  She made a sound I couldn’t pinpoint but it went straight to my dick. She had no idea how fucking beautiful she was.

  ***

  The man at the desk slid us the key and I pulled Missy to the elevator before he could say ‘do you need anything else?’

  The elevator dinged and an elderly couple slowly made their way into the space with us. I growled, all my plans of pinning her against the elevator wall gone.

  “You have such pretty hair,” the lady said to Missy.

  “Thank you, ma’am.”

  “Are you a natural blond?”

  She blushed and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I get it from my mother.”

  The elevator dinged and I clenched my fists at my sides. “Who does it for you? My granddaughter just moved to town and is looking for someone.”

  “I actually don’t live here. I’m from California.”

  The lady nodded and walked beside Missy out into the hallway. Oh, goddammit! “Is this your boyfriend?”

  I looked down and gave her a half-hearted smile. Missy’s mouth made a perfect O. Obviously she didn’t know what to say. “Yes, ma’am. I am.” I squeezed Missy’s shoulder.

  She reached up and pinched my cheek. “You’re a handsome young man. But you’re going to have to get rid of those tattoos.”

  “Oh, Cindy leave the kids alone.” The man beside her waved her off. “Let them go.”

  Thank God! I could have kissed that man.

  She smiled and patted Missy’s cheek before turning to me. “She’s a beautiful girl. Be good to her.”

  I smiled. “Oh, I plan to do that right now. You have a goodnight.”

  She waved bye and I tugged Missy down the hallway toward her room. “God, I thought she’d never stop talking,” Missy said.

  I laughed. “Me too.”

  Once we stepped into the room, I locked the door and pressed her against the wall. “She is right though. You’re beautiful.”

  Missy cheeks flushed. “Shut up,” she mumbled, pulling at the hem of my shirt.

  “You’re so good,” I whispered, nipping her lip. “And you make me want to be good, Sugar. Really good.”

  She lifted a brow and smirked. “No cussing or sex?”

  I grinned, sliding my fingers against the low front of her dress. “Not that good, baby.”

  She pulled at the hem of my shirt until it was a pile of fabric at our feet. “Good, because I like that you’re bad.”

  “Oh really?” I asked, sliding my fingers underneath her dress and slowly dragging it over her head. Her strapless bra hardly held in those perfect tits and the sight of her small lacey panties made my dick strain harder against my zipper.

  I palmed her ass and drug her closer to me, pressing her against my chest. “I wanted to talk about what that girl said back there.”

  Missy dropped her gaze. I gripped her chin and tilted her head up toward my own. “Do you now know how beautiful you are, Missy?”

  She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips to hers. “I don’t want to talk.”

  Growlin
g, I gently pushed her against the wall. “Sugar. I’m not okay with you believing that you’re not beautiful.” A tear slipped from her eye. “What is it? Why do you think you’re not beautiful?”

  A small sob broke from her throat. “I’ve only been kissed one time before you, Paxton. Regardless of my dad controlling my love life, I went to school and no one ever showed interested. I never went to dances or homecoming with anyone. Valeria was my only friend.”

  I slid my fingertip along her trembling lip. “Fuck high school, Missy. Fuck homecoming and dances, because now is when all the fun begins. Now you’ll be able to start your life over without your dad.”

  “My dad isn’t finished controlling my life. He’s just getting started.”

  That made me mad. Fucking mad. Cupping her jaw, I pressed my lips against her sweet mouth. I’d only known the girl a week and I knew this four month tour wouldn’t be near as long enough to know her. I wanted to keep getting to know her until I knew every square inch of that beautiful mind and body.

  I wanted her.

  “Well, your dad can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, Missy. You’re eighteen, and you have your entire life ahead of you. And I swear to God I’m going to show you how to live.”

  Leaning down, I molded my mouth to hers and she instantly parted her waiting lips for me. I felt alive when I kissed her. So soft, so innocent and sweet. I was going to show her how she was supposed to feel. Supposed to be cared for. I was going to rock her world.

  “I’m going to make love to you, baby. Hold on to me.” I lifted her to my hips and carried her to her made bed. She sank into the softness, her blond hair spanned across the dark comforter.

  I trailed her body with my eyes before I slid my fingertips up her thighs to her damp panties. God, she was so responsive to everything. Blue eyes watched me pull her panties down her thighs and over her ankles.

  I had no idea how she thought she wasn’t beautiful. And what kind of dad doesn’t let their daughter date and keeps them from having the high-school experience? I didn’t grow up with my biological parents but I had gotten some pretty amazing foster ones.