Nava Katz Box Set 2

by Deborah Wilde

  A stunning mahogany-colored baby grand piano dominated the living room, next to a stand of acoustic guitars.

  Beyond the wide porch with the lattice roof was a panoramic view of the city. A long fire pit ran the length of it, while cozy patio furniture made it an inviting space.

  “The painters did a great job with all the cream walls,” I said. “I mean, they didn’t get any on the floors and it doesn’t even smell like paint. Good thing you were here to oversee them instead of meeting me at the airport.”

  “You’re such a brat.” Rohan tugged me down a hallway and flicked on the light in a room. A room that was painted my favorite shade of royal purple, not too lilac and not too blue.

  My mouth fell open.

  He’d installed a tap floor. The wood planks, warm and smooth under my feet, were even sprung, all the better to absorb the shock from my percussive dance and prevent injury.

  “You did this for me?”

  “Nah. I did it for my other girlfriend. Just thought I’d get your opinion.”

  I hopped into the middle of the floor in my bare feet and started tapping. This was insane. He’d had this whole thing installed for me. Who did that? Was it a normal rock star thing or was it something else? And if it was something else, what did it mean?

  I could see myself dancing in here with the early morning light streaming through the large windows, Rohan coming to kiss me good morning and bring me coffee. The two of us jamming, late at night, like now, with crickets adding their song to ours.

  There it was again, the hard fast slide of black ice, my heart surrendering to gravity. I was falling hard for him and with everything still so fragile between us, did I need to put on the brakes before I got hurt?

  I stopped dancing and sat down in the middle of the floor. “Do you know how to be us yet?”

  He folded himself onto the floor next to me, shrugging out of his sherwani and laying it beside him. “It’s not a one-person decision.”

  I toyed with the sapphire pendant. “You forgiving me is.”

  “I forgive you.”

  “Doesn’t sound like it.”

  He met my eyes steadily. “I’ve lived my life in absolutes and it’s been hard to come to a place where I can forgive you instead of walking away. It’s not so much about you as about me.”

  Quit poking at painful wounds, my brain ordered. Thank him for the tap floor and ride the bliss.

  No, my heart countered. No matter how hard this is to hear, you have to have this talk. I can’t take all this second-guessing.

  Ugh. My heart was right. We had to grow up and face our fears and our baggage and do this right. We deserved that.

  I deserved that.

  “Do you think you’ll ever get there?” I said.

  He rubbed his jaw. “Zack made me shave and get a haircut before you came because he said I was starting to look like a mopey homeless dude. It’s not going to be easy being back together and in the public eye, but I want this. I want us.” His expression turned soft and open. “You make me want to share, Sparky. My thoughts, my dreams, my life. And I’m an only child. I don’t like to share. Or, I didn’t before you. So, yes, I forgive you. Do you forgive me? Do you want this?”

  The clear depths of his eyes shone with a raw vulnerability.

  Rohan had been the driving force in us becoming a couple, and while the arrogance of it was breathtaking, there had been something compelling about his certainty that we would end up together. Even our break and superficiality of the past month had felt like a course Ro had set with no hesitations, which was why it had devastated me.

  He rubbed his index finger and thumb together rapidly, the rest of him rigid as he waited for my reply. How very wrong I’d been. Ro was fumbling through this as much as I was, with all the same fears.

  My heart slowed to a normal tempo. The metaphoric rope I’d been bound in that had cut off my circulation for the past month had finally fallen away, my body sagging in relief and my lungs capable of taking a deep breath.

  “I want this, Rohan. And I won’t go behind your back, try to save you, or decide what’s best for you. I won’t break us.”

  “I won’t either. But this has to go.” He took my hand wearing the ring and gently pulled it off. “If I give you a ring, I want it to mean everything.”

  I may have eeped.

  Standing up, he swung me into his arms.

  I draped my arms around his neck. “You abducting me? Because I’m fine with that.”

  He strode down the darkened hallway. “I want to make love to you in my bed. I never wanted anyone in there. Not until tonight. Not until you.”

  I cradled my cheek in the crook of his neck. “I’m glad you waited,” I said softly.

  We were pressed heart-to-heart, a single racing beat.

  He set me down on the throw rug in the middle of his bedroom, raising his arm so slowly, I could barely tell he was moving until his fingers grazed the side of my neck. He untied the ribbon holding my halter together. My gown puddled to the floor in a silken wave. I was naked, outlined by night and distant lights through the floor-to-ceiling window.

  He trailed a finger down my side. “I was wrong about the Spanx.”

  “I forgive you. See how magnanimous I am?”

  Rohan snorted.

  I went to pull the sapphire necklace off, but he stopped me.

  “Wear it,” he said in a thick voice. “I want you draped in jewels like the goddess you are.”

  I had to remind myself to keep breathing, because otherwise I’d black out and not get kissed by him and I needed to be kissed by him in this moment, with all our barriers down, and the two of us choosing each other, as much as I’d ever needed anything.

  I rose onto my toes and leaned in.

  Rohan’s expression was serious, his eyes that molten gold that made my belly do flips. He clasped my hips, his fingers squeezing and releasing.

  I tilted closer, closing my eyes and inhaling his spicy iron musk. My lips parted.

  I was left hanging. I cracked an eye open.

  Rohan stood there, watching me.

  “Problem?” Please say no. Please say no.

  “I’m nervous.” He briskly rubbed his hand over his stubble. “It’s stupid, but I feel like this is our first time and I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  I kissed his jaw. “I’m nervous, too. So we’ll just take care of each other, okay?”

  “I’d like that.”

  I helped him shrug out of his tank top, rolling the fabric up to run my hands over the delicious planes of his abs. I scraped my nails along the fine dusting of hair on his brown skin and Ro hissed.

  He picked me up and deposited me onto the bed, a massive wooden platform bed that made me think of pirates and plundering.

  I bounced on his divine mattress with a squeal, the sapphire thunking against my chest, and scooted back as Ro prowled on all fours toward me. Giggling, I grabbed a pillow and swatted him with it.

  He knocked it away, grabbing my sides and dragging me down so I lay on my back underneath him. His jeans hung unbuttoned off one hip, his erect cock pressing into me.

  I wrapped a leg around him. “Oh no. You caught me.”

  “Mwahaha–”

  I leaned up and kissed him, my tongue dancing with his.

  Ro groaned into my mouth, grinding his hard frame against me.

  I wormed his jeans down. “Too much fabric.” He kicked them off and I wriggled out from under him, swinging a leg over to straddle him. “And I want to be on top.”

  “You’ve got me where you want me, and now you’re just going to boss me around?”

  “Pretty much.” I rolled my hips against his hard-on. “Did you want to register a protest?”

  “Depends on what comes next.”

  I stretched myself out over him. “Kiss me.”

  He really did follow orders beautifully.

  Our lips tangled in a long, deep kiss, Rohan’s hands bracketing my face and his legs intertwi
ned with mine. Lips moved to shoulders and were pressed to ears with whispered endearments. I buried my head in his neck, sucking on the sweet skin there, marking him, making him mine.

  Rohan let me set the pace as I relearned the planes and contours of my boyfriend. His right little toe was bent outward and sucking on it made him groan. If I kissed him behind his knee, he gave this sweet half-sigh, half-giggle, and if I rasped my teeth over the divots in his hips while stroking him, his cock jerked, hardening further.

  He pushed my thigh aside with one hand, sliding his fingers in and out of the wet heat between my legs. With each thrust of his finger, I fell further apart.

  “Ride me,” he said in a gravely voice. “I want to watch you come undone.”

  I sank onto him. Strands of hair clung to my damp brow, spilling over my shoulders.

  His hands flexed on my thighs. “My fallen angel.”

  “Kickass in a hot package?”

  “That too. But radiant. Indomitable.”

  “I can take on the world, so long as I do it with you.”

  “Always.” He moved his hands on my hips, encouraging me to ride him, then laced our fingers together. “Mine?”

  “Yours.” I kissed his sweat-damp brow.

  We moved in a slow slide, the bouncing necklace keeping time. Our eyes locked on each other. Did he see the same reverence in my gaze that I saw in his? The same tenderness?

  I ran my hands over his powerful body as he lay sprawled under me, entirely at my mercy.

  “Touch yourself.” Rohan moved my hand to my clit, rubbing his thumb over mine. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you come. Show me.”

  I rose halfway up on my knees, only to sink fully down on him. My skin tightened, feverish. My moves grew faster, sloppier, Rohan’s guiding hands more insistent.

  My thighs clenched, that hot spiral of desire tightening its coils deep within me.

  He cupped the back of my neck urgently, dragging my lips to his, swallowing my cries as I rode him harder and harder, lost to this mindless urge.

  Lost to him.

  Rohan canted his hips, changing the angle of his cock. He gasped; the muscles in his back tensed and he pushed against me one final time.

  “Nava,” he groaned, shuddering in the grip of his orgasm.

  I tightened and shook, my whole body clenching as I came, hard.

  “Fuck,” he growled, and kissed me like his life depended on it.

  A crack of thunder rattled the windows then the world lit up with a blinding flash of light.

  Rohan tugged me off the bed. He pushed open the sliding door to his balcony and the two of us ran outside, laughing as warm rain sluiced down over our fevered skin.

  He pressed his forehead against mine. “If I ever get mad and leave, know that I’m just cooling off for a couple hours and I’m coming back. I promise you.” Thunder raged above us, Rohan raising his voice to be heard. “I’ll always come back.”

  “Me too.” I wrapped Ro’s arms around me. “I’m not letting anything tear us apart again.”

  I vowed to remember this moment for the rest of our lives, standing here soaked, skin to skin, watching Mother Nature’s fireworks dance in the sky while thunder provided the percussive soundtrack carrying us to our future.

  The two of us flawed but unguarded. Bowed but not broken.

  Together at last.

  19

  I was woken up by the blaring of Leo’s assigned ringtone to find myself laying half-sprawled over Rohan. He gave me an absent smile, his focus on the sheet music balanced on his knees.

  Blearily, I reached for my phone, almost knocking over the Tiffany’s box with the sapphire necklace stashed once more inside. “Hello?”

  “Have you been online this morning?” Leo asked.

  Scrambling out of bed, I searched both of Ro’s closets until I found a housecoat to borrow. “Not yet. Why?”

  I blew a kiss at him, closed the bedroom door behind me, and headed downstairs into the living room.

  “Good. Don’t. Preferably ever, but definitely not for the next several weeks.”

  I put her on speaker, typing my name into Google as fast as I could. The articles with the most views were the ones featuring me giving the finger with my sham engagement ring on. They were all headlined with some variation of “Rohan’s new fiancée doesn’t give a damn what you think of her.”

  None of them were written by Tia. Fingers crossed that meant she was planning on showing to our rendezvous today.

  “It’s not that bad,” I said. If this was the sum total of carnage as a result of our engagement stunt, I could live with that.

  “If you really want to see the worst of it?” Leo sighed. “Go to page two of the search.”

  “They dug up Stefan?” I shook the phone like I was wringing his scrawny neck. “That bastard. I was the one sleeping my way through campus? Hey, pot.” Sparks flew off my skin. “Did Cole say anything?”

  “No. They asked him, but he’s keeping his mouth shut. Too much respect for you, he said. Speaking of respect, thanks for the bare minimum warning text, by the way. TMZ called me twice this morning.”

  “I’m really sorry.” Leo could handle herself, but my stomach cramped up in a knot at the idea of reporters poking into who she was.

  “The good news,” she said, “is that you’re even being gossiped about on the demon dark web. So this Tia is bound to hear about you.”

  “Already meeting her. Wait. There’s a demon dark web and you didn’t tell me?”

  “I didn’t know until today. Harry showed me. There is some deeply disturbing shit there.” Awesome. Even Harry, Leo’s ancient, curmudgeonly boss was keeping up with my bad press. On second thought, eh. That slander wasn’t great, but it wasn’t like his opinion of me could go much lower.

  “Sleeping with me and Samson, were you?” Rohan stood in the living room doorway, naked, holding up his phone. “Poor guy. So devastated he killed himself over you.”

  “Come oooooonnnn.” I buried my face in my hands.

  “Hi, Ro!” Leo called out. “Don’t let her go any further down the social media rabbit hole, okay? It’s vicious.”

  “Too late,” he said. “She’s looking for my–nope. Found my laptop.”

  Leo made a “grrrr” sound. “Nee, please don’t take this personally.”

  “Yeah, yeah. It’s totally impersonal. Love you. Schmugs.”

  “Schmugs,” she said and hung up.

  Ro gently closed the laptop. “She’s right. Don’t do this. There’s no way not to feel hurt by the vitriol. Believe me. It’s part of why I quit doing my own social media.”

  I moved his hand and pushed the lid up. “If I don’t look, I’ll sit here imagining way worse.”

  Nope. I was wrong. I hadn’t come close to the bullshit being said about me.

  Reading about my explicit starfuckery and gold-digging ways wasn’t the most pleasant experience, though I was stunned at how badly I was being slut-shamed when no one said word one about all the people Rohan and Samson must have slept with.

  @MainMitraMistress led the charge against me on Twitter. She was one of Rohan’s superfans who had posted photos of Ro and Lily back in Prague and had thoughtfully reposted them now, along with a detailed opinion piece about why those two were the One True Pairing because Rohan could never be happy with someone whose vagina had more unique visitors than Google.

  I abruptly shoved my chair back. “I’m taking a shower.”

  I stood under the water, a sharp spray drumming down over my bowed head. I had to move past this because the only thing that mattered was stopping Tia. My stomach remained a pretzel until the water ran cold, but at least by that time my spine had stiffened the fuck up.

  I bundled myself back into Rohan’s housecoat, following the scent of freshly cooked bacon. Sitting on one of the bar stools at the counter, I snagged an extra-crispy, curled piece from the plate. “Is this pity bacon?”

  He leaned across the counter and
kissed me. “It’s breakfast.”

  I could have handled him making a joke, but his quiet compassion undid me. “I feel like dog shit on the bottom of humanity’s shoe.”

  “Been there.” He pushed the bacon toward me.

  I choked down another bite. “How did you deal with it?”

  “I gave the finger to the world and became the biggest asshole I could. I doubled down on the emo, hit the alcohol hard, and topped it off with a callous disregard that got my cousin killed.” He munched on a piece of bacon. “I don’t advise it.”

  “Wasn’t exactly my plan.” I padded out through the sliding glass door and curled up on the rattan loveseat, staring out at the city.

  Even in my misery, this view was insane: all glimmering edges and bright sunlight, beauty that cut you like a knife.

  Rohan sat down behind me, pulling me into his arms.

  I wrapped them around me. “This bites.”

  “I know you’re amazing. Your friends and family know it and the Rasha that matter know it, too.”

  I laughed despite myself. “Nice qualification.”

  “Made you laugh.”

  I snuggled back against him. “Yeah. You pretty much make me happy on a regular basis.”

  “I try.”

  I elbowed him. “So this is the part where you tell me how happy I make you.”

  My phone rang.

  “Better get that,” he said.

  I boffed my snickering boyfriend across the top of the head and went back into the living room to grab my phone.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Do you know what you’re doing?”

  “In theory.” Rohan and I had both texted our family and close friends last night about the plan so they didn’t wake up and have a heart attack about our fake engagement.

  Esther had replied to my text with Don’t get hurt, idiot child. She wouldn’t have bothered if she didn’t care.

  “Okay,” Mom said.

  “Really? You’re not mad?”

  “Well, I was worn out after yelling at three different news vans to stay out of my azaleas, but your father is in his element. He’s been out there for half an hour, all ‘no comment’ and ‘we love our daughter and ask you to respect her privacy.’”