Rock Me

by Alla Kar

  I nodded, tucking a flyaway hair behind her ear. “Yeah. Come with me.”

  Missy stood beside the carousel and gawked at the detail around the top. It looked like a fairytale threw up on it. I plugged in the cords, turned on the switch and it came to life. The night was so still around us, but the carousel started turning and the music blared from the speakers.

  Missy’s smile was wider than I’d ever seen. Carefully, I grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the platform. “I want the unicorn,” she said.

  Tossing her over my shoulder, I climbed onto the unicorn and sat her in my lap. She smiled, closed her eyes and rested her head against the pole. The music played loudly, and it drowned out everything.

  “I think this is a one sitter,” she said.

  I smiled into her shoulder. “I like to break the rules, as you know.”

  She nodded. “I’ve never been on one of these before. My dad would never take me when I was little.”

  I furrowed my brow. “You’ve never been to a fair, baby?”

  She shook her head and ran her fingers against the horn of the unicorn, breaking eye contact with me. How fucking stupid was her dad? God, I wanted to punch something. Every little girl needs to go to the fair and ride the carousel. “Well, I’m going to give you the best fair experience. No lines. No rush. Just us, okay?”

  The corner of her lip pulled up and a dimple dented into her cheek. “Okay.” We rode on the carousel, wrapped up in one another for a long time. I have no idea how long.

  When my butt started to get numb, I grabbed Missy and sat her down on the platform while we turned in circles, staring at one another. “You’re beautiful.”

  She blushed. “Catch me,” she whispered. I watched as she turned and ran along the center of the carousel, turning back to give me that so pretty smile that made my stomach twist like a girl.

  I was turning into a chick.

  Catching her, she squealed when I tossed her over my shoulder and ran off the carousel jumping with her. An abandoned hay barrel was outside of the ticket booth with hay surrounding it. I tossed her into the hay and she crawled backwards until her back hit.

  “You’re crazy,” she whispered breathless. A piece of hay was stuck in her hair and I pulled it out.

  “For you,” I whispered against her lips.

  Biting her lower lip, she put her hand out to stop me. I frowned and waited on her. Slowly, she pulled her shirt over her head, and then unsnapped her bra. I watched in amazement as she stripped in front of me, in the open.

  Once she was naked, her cheeks flushed, she curled her finger toward her inviting me over. She didn’t have to ask me twice.

  I moved closer, tugging my shirt over my head and unzipping my jeans until I was in my boxers in front of her. “Thank you for tonight. It was magical.”

  And as sissy as it was for me to admit, I agreed. “It was, Sugar. Only because you were here with me.”

  “I want to try something,” she whispered. “Is that okay?” I nodded. “Sit down.” She pointed toward the hay and I obeyed her.

  She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and her eyes were big with excitement. When she crawled between my legs I knew exactly what she was doing. “Missy,” I said, grabbing her chin and lifting her eyes to meet my own. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

  She shook her head. “I want to make you feel good like you make me feel good. Please, just let me try.”

  She’d obviously never done this before, but I wasn’t going to stop the girl I was falling for from going down on me if that was what she wanted.

  I bit my lower lip and nodded. Missy crawled closer to me; her shaky fingers reached inside of my boxers and pulled me free. With her hands on me, I felt like I was going to explode.

  Her eyes took me in slowly but her mouth opened and she spit into her hand quickly. My jaw dropped open when she grabbed me at my base and stroked me. She must have been getting tips from someone, because for a newbie she was fucking good.

  When she lowered her mouth to the tip of my dick, I grabbed at the hay beneath me. Her hot mouth wrapped around me, and she sucked me to the back of her throat, her cheeks hollowing.

  “Goddamn,” I mumbled, grabbing her hair and pulling it out of her face. I really just needed to hold something and distract myself from the obvious.

  She closed her eyes and moaned—moaned, like she was getting something out of sucking me. I hit the back of her throat and she continued to torture me with moans and groans. I was yanking her hair, I felt like I’d never been sucked before and I couldn’t stand it.

  I was going to explode. And then she reached down and cupped my balls. That was it. I jerked away from her, her eyes wide with worry, but I diminished it when I kissed her, laying her back against the hay.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  I laughed beneath my breath. “I was about to come in your mouth—that’s what. And I needed to be inside of you.”

  She gave me a mischievous grin. “So, I did okay then?”

  I narrowed my gaze, grabbed my dick and slowly slid into her. Her back arched giving me the perfect view of her body. “Yeah, I’d say you’re a natural, Sugar.”

  She fluttered her lashes. “Good to know.”

  God, she was perfect. Leaning down, I took her mouth in mine and slowly started to move in and out of her. Our bodies molded to one another perfectly. For someone so inexperienced she did everything just right. So perfect.

  My groans masked her moans, and I felt lost in her. I’d never felt so close to a woman other than my adopted mother and I wasn’t thinking anything motherly about Missy. I wanted to protect her from her family, and show her how wonderful she was.

  Her legs twitched around my waist at the same time her pussy clenched around my dick. “Paxton,” she cried out, her body convulsing with each thrust into her.

  And I was a goner, in more ways than one.

  I helped her dress. We were quiet, staring at each other like we’d just met. Offering her my hand, she stepped toward me and took it. We walked through the woods, and back toward the hotel room.

  I was replaying her smile on the carousel when she stopped dead in her tracks and unlinked our fingers. I glanced down and then looked up to see what she was looking at.

  Nick. He flicked his cigarette before taking a long drag.

  His gaze turned from the parking lot to us. “Where have you two been?”

  Missy’s face should have told him all. And if he knew anything about her he would have known that. “None of your business,” I blurted out.

  I couldn’t help it.

  He clenched his jaw. “Oh, yeah? How about I go tell Dad. What about that?”

  “I’ll tell him you’re smoking,” Missy blurted out.

  Nick narrowed his gaze on her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Missy. You don’t want to go there with me.”

  I stepped forward, putting myself between the two of them. “No, you don’t want to start shit with me, Nick. Now just let it go and everything will be fine. We’re not hurting anyone.”

  “No one but Missy,” he snapped.

  She scoffed. “Stop acting like you care, Nick. We all know you don’t. You just do it to be a bitch!”

  Nick’s eye widened and mine did too. Did she just call him a bitch? It took everything in me not to laugh in his face.

  Instead or replying, he turned on his heels and marched down toward his room.

  “You’re kind of my hero,” I said to her.

  She scoffed and then grinned so big it took up her entire mouth. “I’ve wanted to say that for a really long time.”

  I smiled because I had no doubt she had.

  Chapter Nine

  Missy

  Paxton was nervous.

  I watched as he paced the room, running his hands through his dirty blond hair. I traced the guitar on his chest with my eyes, and followed that flat stomach down to the low-slung jeans he was wearing.

  He was too perf
ect to be nervous. What could have made him that nervous? I didn’t know because he wouldn’t tell me. And it was freaking me out.

  But after telling my brother off the night before, I didn’t think anything could bring me down. Even Paxton keeping secrets from me.

  “Why so serious?” I asked over my drink.

  Paxton grinned and played it off with a wink, but I could see his hands shaking. “Paxton.” I got up and went over to him, resting my hands against his hard chest. “What’s going on? Please, tell me.”

  His smile didn’t falter, so I knew it couldn’t have been anything too serious, but I wanted to know so I could help. “Sugar, I’ve told you ten times that it’s nothing you need to worry about. Trust me, okay?”

  How could I have not trusted him? I’d trusted him with my virginity, and my first true relationship. I thought I may have too much trust in him but I didn’t care.

  I made a big deal out of sighing, and rolled my eyes. “Okay, I trust you. I guess.”

  Paxton traced my lips. “I want to try something tonight if you’ll let me.”

  Oh, God. “Is this what you’re so worried about?”

  “No, that something will happen before the something tonight. And if you’re not okay with it you tell me straight up.”

  I swallowed. What could it be? I felt heat creep up my cheeks at the images that came into my head.

  “What are you thinking about over there?” Paxton grinned. “You’re blushing again, dirty mind.”

  Rolling my eyes, I tried to keep from smiling. “I’ll let it be a surprise then.”

  I turned but he caught my arm and drug me closer to him. “Can you sit in the audience for me tonight?”

  I frowned. “Why?”

  He smiled. “It’s part of the surprise. Please?” He poked his bottom lip out and I giggled.

  “Okay, if you promise to make that face whenever I ask.”

  He stroked his chin in thought. “Okay, deal.” He leaned down and kissed me so softly my toes curled.

  “Make the face.”

  He poked his lip out and I laughed again. “That’s so not going to get old.”

  ***

  Dad furrowed his brow at me. “And why do you want to sit in the audience again?”

  I’d only told him three times. “Because I never get to. Can you please just get me a seat dad?”

  God, I never asked him for anything. He sighed like I was asking him totake me to the moon. “Okay, I’ll arrange it but I’m going to get Ginger to sit with you.”

  What? “Why? I’m freaking eighteen-years-old, I’m not a baby!”

  He gave me a narrowed glance. “Ginger, go sit with Missy.”

  Ugh! Ginger gave me a small smile, took off her headset and tossed her clipboard to the side. “We’ll have fun.”

  No doubt, I rolled my eyes. Dad vacated two seats for us in the third row, and I felt sandwiched between Ginger and a girl that was screaming her head off.

  The concert hadn’t even started yet.

  “What’s the real reason why you wanted to sit out here?” Ginger bent down and asked me in my ear.

  I frowned over at her. “That was the real reason.”

  She raised an eyebrow showing me she didn’t believe me, but turned back to the front. The curtains drew and bright spotlights shined down on the three of them. Nick gave his best smile and grabbed the microphone.

  “Hello there, Virginia!”

  The crowd erupted into a herd of wild animals. ‘Marry Me, Nick!’ ‘We love, Dillon!’ ‘Kiss me, Paxton!’

  It was unreal. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been to one of their concerts before but I’d never been in the madness, my dad had kept me away from it. Hidden me in my ivory tower.

  Once I figured I could survive the audience, my gaze drifted to Paxton standing at the left of the stage, one hand on the microphone and the other one holding his guitar. “We love you, Virginia,” he said in the microphone. His voice wasn’t near as sexy as it was in my ear, but it still sent chills down my spine.

  I couldn’t imagine what was going through the other girl’s heads around me. I preferred to not think about it.

  His gaze settled on mine when the music started, and didn’t falter. The screaming girls, the lights, the heat from an overcrowded room seemed to slip away. Paxton was staring at me, pinning me to this seat in the audience, and I suddenly realized that seeing him sing to me was the best feeling I’d ever felt.

  Singing to me.

  By the time the concert was ending, Ginger and I were screaming the lyrics to their songs at the top of our lungs with the rest of them. Drooling over a boy band had never been something I did until Paxton was in that boy band.

  Sweat dripped from my forehead and I wiped it with the back of my hand. Nick jumped off of a speaker in the far corner, drenched with sweat and stopped in the center of the stage. “We having a good time?”

  Everyone screamed.

  “We have a special surprise for you. Our guitarist Paxton has an original song he wants to sing for you.”

  More screaming, but I felt my stomach clench. Paxton was going to sing alone. Remembering his soft voice in my ear made my panties dampen. Paxton grabbed a stool from backstage and walked to replace Nick in the center of the stage.

  Settling his guitar on his knee, his piercing eyes popped upward and he found me with ease. “Hey there, Virginia. Thank you for letting me share this with you. No one other than our band has heard this.”

  The entire auditorium went silent. The only sound was my heartbeat and it was crushing my ears. “It’s called Sugar.”

  Sugar. My mouth flew open. I was Sugar! He wasn’t just singing to me but singing about me.

  Ginger reached over and popped my open jaw. “You can shut your mouth now, Missy. He’s singing to you.”

  Was it that obvious? I mean, we had been taking each other’s clothes off with our eyes, but I didn’t think anyone had noticed.

  And I obviously didn’t give a shit! He was singing to me!

  His fingers slid over the chords and the melody was so soft that I wanted to close my eyes and swing in it.

  I miss your soft skin.

  Those too-blue eyes.

  The sweet taste of your mouth on mine.

  You’re my energy.

  My everything.

  Your mouth my salve

  For my broken soul.

  You’re my everything.

  You taste like sugar,

  And I’m a starving soul

  Don’t stay away

  I can’t bear to see you go

  Tears were falling down my cheeks, soaking into my Fringe t-shirt that I was wearing. The girl beside me was crying, and I wanted to punch her in the face, but then again, how could anyone not be in love with him.

  He was amazing.

  I miss your soft skin.

  Those too-blue eyes.

  The sweet taste of your mouth on mine.

  You’re my energy.

  My everything.

  Your mouth my salve.

  For my broken soul.

  You’re my everything.

  Sugar, you’re my everything.

  When the song ended I couldn’t move. Girls were throwing themselves on stage, security pushing them away. But I didn’t care. He was singing to me, and even though no one knew it, I did.

  He was signing to me.

  Ginger nudged my shoulder and smiled down at me. “The concert is over. If I were you, I’d be waiting in that tour bus for him. I’ll stall your dad.”

  My dad. Tour bus. Oh, goodness. I needed to see him, touch him, feel him. I needed him and I didn’t care who knew.

  Breaking from the crowd was easier than I thought it would be. But when you’re determined a lot of things come easier.

  The muggy wind whipped at my hair when I pushed past the double EXIT doors. I felt like my legs were going to give out, my anticipation sending my body on a roller coaster.

  Rodrigo was sitting on the couch pla
ying Xbox, and I only waved at him before I ran up the stairs to our room. He wasn’t there yet, I didn’t think he would be. He had to sign the backstage fans’ shirts and take pict—

  “I was hoping you’d be here.”

  His voice rattled my bones. And when I turned to see him standing in the doorway, guitar in one hand and his gaze pinning me to my spot, my bones turned to goo.

  We didn’t speak for a few minutes while we took each other in. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen him—in all of his glory—but it felt different this time.

  Slowly, he tossed his guitar to his bed and diminished the space between us. And I welcomed him. One arm wrapped around my waist and the other tangled in my hair. “Thank you,” I whispered against his mouth.

  He grinned. “For what?”

  I hid my smile and clutched his t-shirt in my hand. “I’ve never had anyone do anything that nice for me before. Thank you.” A tear dropped from my eyes, and Paxton wiped it away with his finger.

  “I meant every word, Missy. I feel so—crazy, we’ve just met and I feel so connected to you.”

  I nodded before lifting my gaze toward his. “I feel the same way.”

  Paxton held me in a heated stare that made my bones ache. “Are you going to have your way with me now?”

  The dimple on his cheek dented and then his face turned serious. “No, Sugar. I’m going to make love to you. There is a fucking difference.”

  And then he was kissing me. Long and hard strokes of his tongue entered my mouth, and I welcomed the invasion.

  Our bodies pressed together, not an inch between us, wasn’t enough for either one of us. Paxton gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor.

  He ran the tip of his calloused finger over the rise of my breast and then back again. “When we slept together the first time—I had been so excited to find someone that wanted me for me, and not because I was playing with some band.

  And I saw you dancing and I knew I wanted to take you home. I knew I wanted you—bad.” He grinned. “And when you agreed, I just knew I’d have you for a long time. I guess I was right.”

  Excitement clogged my throat so I pressed my mouth against his, and he grabbed me underneath my ass and lifted me to his hips.