Rock Stars Don't Like Ugly Bras

by Ashton, Nikki

  “Hmm, nice vision,” Amber giggled.

  “Why did you get up? I was coming back to bed.”

  “I missed you, and wondered where you were,” she said with a smile. “What are we doing today?”

  “I think we should go back to bed for a while,” Jake whispered into her ear. “We didn’t get to sleep until gone four.”

  Amber gave him a knowing smile and nuzzled her cheek against Jake’s lips. “Hmm I must admit, I’m quite tired.”

  “Well, let’s go back for a couple of hours, because I’ve booked us afternoon tea at The Ritz, followed by some personal shopping at Harrods.”

  Amber gasped and flung her arms around Jake’s neck. “The Ritz, really?”

  Jake nodded. “Yeah, I thought you might like it.”

  “Oh Jake, thank you. That’s a lovely surprise.” Amber’s face then fell. “Personal shopping at Harrods though, what does that mean?”

  Jake smiled. “It means I’m going to treat you to something.”

  Amber shook her head. “Nah, not happening, Jake. I don’t mind going, but there will be no personal shopping. You’ve spent too much money on me already.”

  “Sorry, Freckles, but it is happening. So deal with it.”

  When he saw that Amber was about to protest, Jake took hold of her lips and pinched them together.

  “Stop arguing,” he said. “I said it’s happening.”

  Amber shook her head while Jake still held her lips. Jake nodded. Amber shook her head.

  “Oh for God’s sake,” he sighed.

  Letting go of Amber’s lips, Jake moved in and kissed her. It was deep, sensuous and electrifying and by the end of it, Amber had forgotten what she’d been disagreeing with.

  Chapter 18

  “Come on then Jake, get on with it.” Valerie lifted her leg and shoved her foot under Jake’s nose. “A foot rub was promised, and a foot rub is what I’m going to get.”

  Jake grimaced as he stared at Valerie’s foot. Her second toe was longer than her big toe and her toe nails were a lovely shade of green.

  “Are you sure I can’t give you a back rub instead?” Jake asked.

  Amber snorted behind him. “Sorry,” she coughed. “Something stuck in my throat.”

  Jake threw her a look that told her she was going to be in trouble later. Amber giggled and heat began to flush up her neck and onto her face. She knew exactly how Jake liked to punish her and it was all she could do not to drag him home now.

  “No it’s my feet that need the attention,” Valerie sighed. “Do you know how many hours I’m on them every day?”

  “A lot?” Jake replied, looking warily at Valerie’s foot.

  “Exactly. A lot. Plus, I’ve a carbuncle on my back, and if you pop it, well I can guarantee you’ll never eat mayonnaise again.”

  As Jake gagged, Amber snorted back a laugh.

  “Now,” Valerie said, poking Jake in his shoulder with a bony finger, “do what you promised and take me to heaven.” Then she winked at Jake and grinned.

  Amber saw the look of fear on Jake’s face and bit on her lip to stifle the laughter that was brewing in her chest. He looked as though he was about to tightrope walk across a canyon filled with man eating sharks. Looking at Valerie, Amber understood his fear – she definitely looked as though she was ready to eat him alive.

  Jake turned to Amber and opened his eyes wide, silently pleading for help. Amber smiled sweetly.

  “Make sure you get in between Valerie’s toes.” Amber was having far too much fun to help Jake escape the shop keeper’s clutches.

  “Here’s some baby lotion,” Valerie said, handing Jake a pink bottle. “Good job I had another bottle; Trevor and I used a whole bottle last night.”

  Jake’s head shot up. “Sorry?”

  “First Tuesday of the month,” she grinned. ”Sex night.” Valerie sat back in her chair, folded her arms across her chest and closed her eyes, ready for Jake to work his magic. “All right then, get going.”

  “Sex night!” Jake mouthed silently to Amber. “What the...?”

  Amber, unable to hold her laughter in any longer, ran from Valerie’s lounge, muttering something about going to the bathroom.

  “Blah,” Jake groaned as he pretended to heave. “It was awful, and you were no bloody help.” He poked Amber gently in the ribs as they walked back to the house.

  Amber wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. “Oh God, I’ve not laughed so much in ages. My stomach aches.”

  “Yeah well, I’m glad you found it funny, Freckles.” Jake took Amber’s hand and laced their fingers. “Her toes were hairy.” He grimaced and shook his head as if trying to shake the memory of Valerie’s toes out of his brain. “I think I’d have preferred to take my chances with the carbuncle.”

  “Ah, poor baby,” Amber cooed as she reached up to kiss Jake’s cheek. “Did the nasty lady scare you?”

  Jake stopped walking and pulled Amber to his chest. “Yes she did, and you loved every minute of it,” he said with a grin. “So, I may have to punish you when we get home.”

  Amber melted against him and sighed with satisfaction as Jake’s lips met hers. The last few weeks had been amazing and were getting better in every way. Jake was getting really good at being a boyfriend.

  After the incident in the club, the rest of their stay in London had been utter bliss. Afternoon tea at The Ritz was wonderful, and yet strange. There she was sitting with a tattooed rocker who looked as sexy as hell in dark jeans, a Ramones t-shirt and the obligatory leather jacket, but eating triangle sandwiches and cupcakes from china plates. When they walked in, Jake’s presence caused a mass of heads to swivel to watch them. Amber sensed that it wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t dressed for The Ritz that caused people to stare, but his demeanour. Even if they didn’t know who he was exactly, the way he walked and talked with ease and confidence signposted that he was a star. Although, she also realised that most of the women looking at him were definitely drooling.

  After that they’d gone on to Harrods and, as promised, Jake spoiled her. Amber had argued and at first refused to try on any of the outfits that the personal shopper had picked out for her. Jake, however, had other ideas. When Emily, the personal shopper, went off to find some shoes to match a beautiful lemon and white summer dress, Jake pinned Amber against the changing room wall and gave her the most erotic kiss she’d ever had. It had left her breathless and begging him for more. Jake smiled and shook his head, refusing to touch her for the rest of the weekend unless she tried on the clothes.

  Amber had been tempted to call his bluff. However, the way Jake kept looking at her and slowly licking his lips had her hot between the thighs and she couldn’t risk the chance that he might actually keep to his word. So Amber tried on the clothes and had to admit they were all beautiful and suited her curves – Emily was very good at her job. She came away with two sundresses, a leather mini skirt, a silver vest top, two pairs of skinny jeans, and a sheer red blouse, a pair of white wedge heel sandals and some stiletto, black leather ankle boots. Amber had to admit that she was glad that she’d succumbed, particularly when she saw how happy it made Jake to be able to spoil her.

  Gently pulling away from her, Jake stroked a finger down Amber’s cheek, bringing her back from her reverie of their weekend.

  “What are you smiling at, Freckles?” he asked dropping a kiss onto the end of Amber’s nose.

  “Oh just the weekend, and how great it was.” Amber threaded her arms around his neck. “Did I thank you for everything?”

  Jake nodded. “Yeah, you did. Three times I think it was,” he laughed, recalling how Amber had pounced on him as soon as they’d got back to their suite.

  Amber giggled. “Maybe I need to thank you again,” she replied.

  “If you like, I’m not arsed either way,” he said with a shrug of the shoulder and hint of a smile.

  Amber hit Jake’s chest and tutted. “You couldn’t refuse me, no matter how hard you tried.”

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nbsp; “You think?” Jake leaned back and studied her face.

  Amber nodded. “Yes, I do. You don’t have the self-control, Mr Hughes.”

  “Is that a challenge Miss Mahoney? Because if it is, you know that you’ll lose.”

  Amber thought for a few seconds and then nodded with confidence. “Yes, it’s a challenge and I bet I can win.”

  Jake left out a snort. “You have no idea who you’re playing with here, Freckles. I have so much self-control it’s unbelievable.”

  “Okay. Here’s the bet then. Whoever caves first and initiates sex, has to act as a slave for the day.” Amber grinned and held her hand out to Jake. “Deal?”

  Jake hesitated for a second. “How long does this bet last? I mean, we’re not talking a whole week or anything are we?” he asked, a little concerned.

  “God no!” Amber cried, who despite making the bet wasn’t sure she’d be able to last a day, never mind a week. “Let’s say, forty-eight hours.”

  Jake thought about it and then nodded. “Okay, deal.” He shook Amber’s hand and then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “However, sweetheart, it doesn’t start until 8 a.m. tomorrow morning, so until then, you’re all mine.”

  Amber heaved a sigh of relief and smacked Jake’s backside. “Great idea, now hurry up and get home because we’ve only got twelve hours left.

  As Amber passed Jake on the landing, she looked over her shoulder seductively and winked.

  Jake rubbed a hand down his face and groaned. “Shit Freckles, if you want to play dirty then game on.” His gaze wandered up her body, taking in her bare legs and her pert butt cheeks poking out from white lace boy shorts underneath one of his Dirty Riches tour t-shirts.

  “What?” Amber protested. “I’m not doing anything,” she giggled.

  “Oh no, of course you’re not.” Jake gently smacked her backside and walked past her into his room.

  “Damn it,” Amber hissed to herself. “You’ll just have to try harder, Amber.”

  It was only eighty-thirty and she was already desperate for a kiss or hug from Jake. They’d gone straight to bed the night before and enjoyed some amazing sex; wild and fast and slow and tender. When she’d woken, wrapped tight in Jake’s arms, Amber had been anxious for another round, but realised that their bet had started. Unfortunately, her longing hadn’t disappeared with the cold shower that she’d taken. Shaking her head, Amber went to her room to think about her next move.

  Jake, in his own room, was struggling just as much, but he was equally as determined not to lose the bet. He sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around the room for inspiration, but there was nothing. When the band got back together a couple of years ago, Jake and Tom had started to stay at the house more and more so, Martha had decorated them a room each, to their specifications, in an attempt to make it more like home for them. Jake’s room was decorated in white and grey with black, high gloss furniture; all very manly and nothing that gave him any inspiration on how to seduce Amber. Jake laughed to himself. Since when had he had a problem seducing a woman? However, this was Freckles, she was stubborn and there was a bet involved. Then Jake’s eyes landed on his guitars and he had an idea. Stripping his shirt off, Jake picked up his guitar and made his way downstairs.

  When Amber went into the kitchen, she expected to see Jake making his breakfast. She’d peeked into his room on her way past, but he wasn’t there. With no sign of him, Amber decided to start breakfast for them both. As she turned on the tap to fill the kettle, she heard the sounds of music coming from the lounge.

  Pushing the door open, Amber stood in the doorway and watched Jake. He was sitting over by the window. She drew in a sharp breath and felt her stomach flip and her legs quiver. He looked beautiful as the morning sunlight beamed through the window, creating an ethereal glow around him. He was shirtless; the muscles in his arms taut as he plucked at the strings of his acoustic guitar, his eyes were closed with his luxurious long lashes touching his golden cheeks. Amber held back a groan as he began to sing. His voice was rich and deep, and evoked images of melted chocolate for Amber. She watched intently as his full lips formed the words to Joe Cocker’s ‘You Are So Beautiful’, and almost passed out with the desire he was eliciting in her. With her heart pounding, Amber slowly walked into the room and sat on the sofa opposite to Jake.

  As Amber’s scent wafted around him, Jake opened his eyes and gazed at her; his own heart doing a little shuffle at the sight of her in his t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Staring intently into her eyes, Jake carried on singing. The words were meant for her; they could have been written for her. The bet momentarily forgotten, Jake simply wanted to convey to Amber how he felt about her – how his feelings for her were changing.

  As he finished the last note, Amber sighed dreamily and leaned across to kiss Jake’s lips.

  “That was so beautiful,” she whispered, running a hand down his cheek.

  Jake blushed and dipped his head. He groaned inwardly. Tom would definitely be calling him pussy whipped if he was here now. What was it about this woman that turned him into a mushy, romantic fool?

  “Glad you liked it,” he replied.

  Amber reached out and gently prised Jake’s guitar away from him. As she did, Jake realised that he was possibly about to win the bet. He didn’t care about it anymore, but couldn’t help the self-satisfied smile.

  Unfortunately, Amber noticed it too. “You dirty, rotten pig!” she cried. “You sang that just to get me to cave, didn’t you?”

  “I can’t help it if you’re addicted to my penis,” Jake cried indignantly. “I mean I get why, but it’s not my fault.”

  Amber screwed her face up and poked him hard in his stomach. “God you’re such a slime ball.”

  “I’m not a slime ball, and that hurt.” Jake rubbed at his stomach, flashing puppy dog eyes at Amber.

  “Good, and just because your plan didn’t work, it doesn’t mean those eyes will.” Amber stood up and flounced out of the room. “And you can make your own breakfast,” she called from the hallway.

  Jake groaned and dropped his head into his hands. This was going to be so much harder than he thought. He stood up and followed Amber to the kitchen where she was making tea and toast. A single teabag in a single cup, Jake noticed, no teapot. So he was definitely making his own breakfast then.

  “I’m sorry Freckles, but you started it by playing dirty. Doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it though; you are beautiful to me.”

  “Save it Jake and I did not start it,” Amber said as she buttered her toast.

  “Oh yes you did. Prancing around in little knickers and my t-shirt. I could see your bum cheeks, and you know what they do to me.”

  Amber allowed her hair to fall over her shoulder to shield her face. She was grinning as that was exactly what she’d planned on – Jake going wild for her bottom.

  “Not my fault you’re depraved.”

  “Why am I depraved just because I happen to think my girlfriend’s bottom is sexy?” Jake laughed. “I’m deprived at the moment but not depraved.”

  “Deprived? Bloody hell Jake, you weren’t saying that at four this morning when you woke me up with a huge boner poking my back.” Amber slammed her tea spoon into the sink and stomped over to the table to sit down.

  “Yeah well,” Jake replied, purposefully making a lot of noise as he took a mug and plate from the cupboard. “You weren’t exactly begging me to stop were you, Miss Mahoney? ‘Oh Jake, please harder baby,’” Jake mimicked in a high pitched voice.

  Amber simply tutted and took a huge bite out of her toast.

  After clattering around while he made his own breakfast, Jake finally sat at the table with Amber. They ate in silence, surreptitiously looking at each other now and then, and trying to hide their smiles. Both were plotting their next move.

  Finally Amber got up from the table, picked up her plate and mug and took it over to the dishwasher. She opened the door and then, keeping her legs straight, bent over to
put her dishes inside. She knew that her denim shorts would rise up and give Jake a glimpse of the bottom that he lusted after so much. Amber did an imaginary victory dance as she heard him groan behind her. She stood up and faced him, and smiled seductively.

  “Ooh, I’ve got jam on my finger,” she gasped as she put her forefinger into her mouth and sucked it.

  Jake shifted uncomfortably as his jeans tightened. She was a dirty little minx, who knew exactly which buttons to press.

  “Right,” he said, stretching his arms out and expanding his chest. “I’ll go up and get showered.” As Jake stood up, he unfastened the button on his jeans, allowing them to slip down his hips. “What do you fancy doing today?” he asked as he linked his hands behind his head.

  Amber coughed and crossed her arms across her chest, not wishing to reveal just how turned on she was. “I don’t mind. What about you?” she almost squeaked as Jake’s hand slowly moved inside his jeans.

  “Well, I need to go over to the house at some point, but after that how about we go swimming?”

  Amber’s colour heightened. Seeing Jake in swim shorts probably wasn’t a great idea when she was trying to stay away from him. “Where?”

  “Just somewhere I know.” Jake smiled and walked over to the dishwasher with his own plate and mug, making sure his arm brushed against Amber’s as he passed her.

  Immediately goose bumps sprung up over her flesh, and the electrical current of desire fizzed through her body. Amber licked her lips. She could do this. He might be wearing swim shorts, but she had a gorgeous electric blue bikini that she could entice him with. Plus, knowing Jake, he was likely to take her to some exclusive gym or health spa, where there would be lots of other people around to distract her from Jake’s body.

  “Yes okay.” She nodded. “When do you want to go?”

  “Half an hour?” Jake said as he put his plate into the dishwasher. Then, as he breezed back past Amber, he bumped hips with her, and smiled as he felt her quiver at the contact. “I’m sure it will be all that you imagine.”