PS... Trust Me (TAT: A Rocker Romance Book 8)

by Emjay Soren

  “Very baby.” I say on a gasp when he lightly bites below my ear.

  He grinds his erection against my most private place, and I welcome the feel of him. “I can’t believe I’m hard again after coming so fucking hard already.”

  “I want to make you come.” I whisper and twist my neck to follow his perfect face as he nibbles my breasts through my clothes. His hot breath has me reeling before his teeth snap and pinches my nipple. “Show me how Chad.” I whisper wishing like hell I knew all the ways to make him crazy so I could dive in.

  “I don’t need to show you or tell you Carrie.” He looks at me and I am lost in the heated pools of green. “I get hard if you look at me when you bite your bottom lip or blush. Everything about you is erotic as fuck and I can’t wait to get inside you.” He grinds into me again and I yell out in pleasure. “I never knew how perfect you were inside until today, so I was able to keep my dick in check. I know how you feel now Carrie and all I want to do every second of every day is get inside your tight little body and rut on you again and again.”

  Jesus would I ever be able to match him word for word? “I can’t compete with that so tell me something baby; give me something.”

  I see something is there, something he wants from me, but he is holding back. “Tell me Chad!” I am panting and squirming my hips against him in hopes of finding a surprise orgasm.

  “I can’t!” He groans and rolls off of me to my side and punches into the air hitting nothing. “Fuck!”

  Not willing to lose him, lose this freeing feeling between us I roll over demandingly and straddle him, grinding my core against him. “Please Chad.” I beg and slide myself against him and I cry out because it’s so damn good.

  His eyes roll back, and he gasps like he is in pain, but I know he is in the best kind of pain. “Fuck. Again!” He says and grips my hips. I assume he means to grind against him and so I do it again. He stops me when I go for a third and stills my hips. His green eyes boring into me he curses, “No baby, beg me again.”

  I smile fully aware of what he is hiding. He wants a beggar and I am so willing to beg. “Please baby, I need you.” I free myself in saying those words and feeling wanton I strip free of my shirt and bra. “Please!”

  “Oh my God Carrie…you’re…fuck baby keeps doing that and I’ll come in my pants.”

  I laugh and bite my bottom lip knowing what it does to him but unable to stop. He flips me back to the floor and reaches for the button on my Capri’s. I am so wet and still burning from our encounters earlier. I feel his touch like a brand when he opens my pants and slips his fingers just beneath the lace of my panties. He stops for the briefest second and looks at me. He is serious and whatever he is thinking I feel like it will make or break the moment. “All in?” He demands an answer just from his tone.

  How could he even think I wasn’t already all in. “All in, always and everything I have Chad! All in baby!” I pant and then my body drenches when he grips my panties and tears them ripping my pants in the process. He doesn’t wait for me to react; he undoes his pants and whips out his cock.

  We are aligned in seconds and he is slipping and sliding the head of his erection along the seam of my mound and I could come from just that. “God Dammit!” He roars and stands up tucking his dick back in his jeans, snapping them and storms from the boathouse.

  I have no clue what just happened, no clue what set him off and I fear that he hates himself for shredding my clothes. I however have never been surer of myself in my whole life. I wanted to be fucked and I was ready and desperate and the only cock I wanted was tucked away safely in some sexy sevens jeans and out the door.

  “Mother fucker!” I hiss and lay back completely out of control. I am close to pain and one step closer to understanding men and blue balls. I think I have blue vagina because I am so horny that I can’t stop shifting my legs and doing Kegel exercises.

  Unable to help myself and already to close and far gone I slip my hand between my legs and with a simple touch and the remembrance of me against the door at Chad’s, I explode in a million tiny fragments and bite my lip on a groan. My hand was no substitute to my boy, but he left me wanting and I couldn’t take it. As I came down from the explosive release, I felt tears rim my eyes. I don’t know why he left me, and I was embarrassed by it sure, but his leaving also gave me something I never thought I could have.

  I had pleasured myself without thoughts of the past blocking my release, and to me it was worth the humiliation of him leaving me. I swipe myself a few more times and scream closing my legs when I hear an erotic growl from the door. Looking up I am gifted with the sight of my boyfriend, cock in hand and beating himself off.

  “Didn’t mean to scare you baby…ah fuck!” He groans and thrusts into his hand still watching me. “Fuck you are so hot, show me your pussy again Carrie.” He says and his voice is strained and raspy out of breath. “Now Carrie do it before I come baby.”

  I do as he asks not sure what either of us are doing but I am loving the hell out of it and even more turned on. “Fucking perfect.” He hisses and I watch stunned as he comes right then and there. Pearl drops shoot into his free palm as he groans my name and the word ‘fuck’ repeatedly. I am aware then that my fingers are moving, stroking and I am climbing really close to coming again.

  Chad finishes and whips his shirt off and wipes himself off before demanding me to stop. “Let me finish you baby dammit!” He is almost angry and before I can understand his words he is between my legs and his mouth is on me stroking me ferociously with his tongue. He slips two fingers in me and curses again. “My dick is getting in here next, fuck Carrie I’ll slip right in your so fucking wet.”

  “I came just a minute ago.” I pant and I think he was watching me come.

  “I fucking know it and I swear it was damn near religious baby. Come again now, let me taste it baby!”

  I did as he commanded because I was already too far gone. Chad strokes and sucks on me until I am so over sensitized that I have to physically remove him from between my legs.

  “What was that?” I ask while coming down from my sexual high. I knew we weren’t done but I was basking in the awesome gift of what we just did. I didn’t even feel like the same person. In the last forty-eight hours I had gone from barely kissing Chad, to masturbating in front of him.

  “That was hot.” He says and plants a kiss on my lips. He is still breathing heavy too and as he lays over me, I feel his erection. It’s like he’s a sexual immortal like a read about in my paranormal romances. Those guys are able to go all night and then some. Looks like Chad can too. “Calling it anything but is sacrilegious baby.” He laughs breathlessly and kisses me one last time before pushing up off me and kneeling between my legs.

  I am suddenly self-conscious and waaaay too exposed. Trying to cover myself with my now shredded pants and panties Chad just laughs and completes the tear making it impossible to cover up. “Knock that shit off right now.”

  “Where did you go?” I ask avoiding that little quip from him.

  He smiles and winks at me as he rubs his hands up and down my now bare calf muscles. His touch is soft and looking at him kneeling between my thighs while stroking me, I feel like I won the sweepstakes the lottery and the Price is Right all at once. “I didn’t have a condom and as much as I would give to feel you wet, hot and bare, I am not ready to be a daddy. Besides, I just got you and I don’t want to share you with anyone even my own kid.” He pulls the tattered remains of my Capri pants off and tosses them to the side. “I’ll buy you more of those.” He says looking at the mess of pants he just tossed like he was just now feeling bad about it.

  I watched him like he was Chad TV the best show ever. “You’re like an ADHD kid you know that?” I laugh and continue. “You just covered kids, quality time shopping and unprotected sex in like, a run-on sentence.”

  He laughs and pokes at my sides causing me to laugh. “Just being honest baby.”

  I realize then that he never use
d the condom. “I take it there were no condoms in your truck?”

  He is shaking his head no. “Really baby? I left you here all sweet and ready I wasn’t going to my truck. I went in and got one from the guys.”

  That was as effective as ice cold water being tossed on me. “Holy fuck you asked Noah for a condom?” I shrieked and slapped his arm a lot harder than I meant to.

  He only laughs but I see him rub the spot that was now taking on a mark of my hand. Feeling bad I stroke his arm even though I am still embarrassed. “No, I didn’t ask Noah. I’m not a dick. I asked Shame because he is cool and wont tease you like Cal would and I like my dick where it is thanks. No way in hell would I have asked your brother for a rubber.”

  I am still mortified but at least Noah is none the wiser. “Good.”

  He just laughs and shakes his head again. He has started stroking my legs further up and I want to purr in delight. “That was so fucking hot baby. I thought you never did that?” His voice is husky but soft and it makes my insides all soft.

  “I don’t, but I was so uncomfortable the way you left me and after telling me no so many times I thought you ran away from me. I had to finish what you started.”

  “Glad you did it?” He asked knowing why I never had before. I also felt like he was asking what I saw when I climaxed.

  “Very glad. It almost made me cry, talk about breakthrough.” I laugh without humor. “Only I would cry for giving myself an orgasm.”

  “It’s a big deal baby.” I still feel like he is fishing, and I want him to know I thought of him.

  “All I could think about was you pressing me against the door earlier and the way you took me…” I shiver just remembering and that deep ache is back where it had been all day.

  He could hear the way my voice changed, he saw the shiver and I knew my face held all that wanton lady hear me roar thing going on. He fell back in between my thighs and nuzzled in close. “I don’t see any sense in wasting this condom baby.”

  He shows me the condom and I am already undoing his jeans. He presses the foil packet to my lips and on instinct alone I tear it with my teeth. He lets the best noise ever escape his perfect mouth and I shiver again feeling how hard he is. “See that baby. You tear a condom open and I am hard enough to burst. Literally everything about you is sexy.”

  Remembering something he said earlier I reach for his hand as he pulls back to roll it on. “Teach me to put it on with my mouth?”

  Yeah, he taught me and man did I suddenly like learning.

  *

  I woke the next morning alone. The sun was shining through the curtains and the way the light reflected off the bay made the room seem brighter. I stumbled on still tired legs to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. Last night’s events were a roar in my mind as they flickered like flashes from a camera.

  “Want to come yet…” I could still hear my own voice shaky as I asked such a wanton question. He did and he informed me how bad he wanted to. It wasn’t just were a blur outside of my sexual activity.

  Noah was sitting on the porch, mug in hand, as I walked up. “Hey you?” I was cautious and spoke like it was a question. In a way it was, I didn’t know what he was thinking after the guys showed up last night. Noah hated feeling weak and his buddies, no matter how great their intentions were, most likely made him feel small.

  “Chad said to tell you he ran to check on Harvey and swing by Slave to the Needle.” He sipped from his mug and avoided looking at me.

  “You okay?”

  He nodded and then dropped his stare to the inside of his mug. “Yeah just a little overwhelmed.”

  It was then I noticed why he was so solemn. Candy’s painting was sitting behind him. “You call Candy yet?” I ask and fold my arms over my chest and lean against the porch railing.

  He shakes his head no and then sighs like he has more to say but not sure how to start. I for one cannot do this without my coffee. I dash inside and pour a cup and head back out to the porch. It’s a little chilly today and even in the distance I can see that the sun won’t be hanging around all day.

  “What’s the deal Noah?”

  “Called her last night but she won’t answer. I texted her today and said I wanted a second chance, but she ain’t talkin’.” He sounded so defeated and I couldn’t help but feel for him. What he did was bullshit and Candy had every right to run from him. I also knew that Noah never sees himself as worthy. I honestly think that he thought Candy was bluffing, that he was unlovable and took the fangirl thinking he was at her level. It is terribly sad how low he sees himself.

  “Let me talk to her and see where she’s at emotionally. I get why you did what you did, but that’s because I know your past. Candy knows enough but she doesn’t have to be a victim of it either. She wants you though Noah, I don’t think she’s ready to give up yet. Let her stew on it, let her torture you into making a bold move. But do not go fuck some random chick to wash her out of your mind. Come up with some grand gesture and blow her mind but let her be mad for now.”

  He was nodding but quiet as I spoke, completely unlike him. “What if she won’t forgive me?” He sounds so much younger than he is, and I want to protect him and his heart even though I know I can’t.

  “Then you wish her the best, learn from your mistakes and hope like hell you find someone as amazing as her again.”

  “Fuck…” He sighed and stared out over the water with a blank look on his face. “Beg her for me sissy.” He said it so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.

  “No worries big bro, if I can sell you to anyone it’s Candy.”

  He chuckles and I nudge his shoulder. “Look I made an appointment with a therapist to talk about all this sex shit in my head. I need to sort out the bad from the good and it got me to thinking.” I looked to him and forced his eyes to meet mine, so he knew how serious I was. “I think you should talk to someone too Noah, I think it could help you.”

  He said nothing and just looked at me. I know he hated the idea of therapy, but seeing him relapse, blow shit with Candy, the stress of our dad being back and my relationship with Chad might be more than he can handle.

  Noah smiled and kissed the top of my head before he chuckles light heartedly. “Not gonna happen baby girl.” He said and walked into the house without another word.

  At least I tried.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chad

  “Holy shitballs.” Cal yells as Shame follows him inside Slave to the needle with a cowbell ringing and scares the shit right out of everyone.

  “What the fuck are you boys doing?” Bobby yells, but Cal and Shame just laugh.

  “Bobby, it’s a tattoo shop so calm down. Besides, we are big rockstars now so why you bitching?” Cal says as he puts Bobby in a headlock and knuckles his head.

  I step back from my client. “Give me a few Tommy.” I say and go out to see what the fuck they’re up to.

  “What’s going on?” Noah asks, snapping his gloves off and tossing them in the trash.

  “Pack your fuckin bags! We are going on an eight-day tour with Sinners of the Slipstream.”

  “What?” I ask confused. “Where did you hear this shit?”

  “Corbin himself.” Cal folds his arms, shit eating grin.

  “Ryan Corbin? How do you know him?” Noah is referring to the lead singer of Sinners of the Slipstream. His name holds power in our industry, our brand of rock.

  Cal is bouncing on his heels and you can tell he is ready to explode with excitement. “What did he say?”

  “So, I entered us in an online contest for Seattle bands. They have an eight-day tour in Washington hitting their hometowns. They want a local opener, so I submitted our latest video from The Sue when we did Frail. The rest is history.”

  “Fuck me.” Noah fist bumps Cal to the news.

  “When do we leave?” I ask and take the papers from Cal that give me all the information I need. “Two days? Fuck I'm booked out two weeks.” I look at Bobby not wantin
g to fuck him over or his reputation.

  “Me too.” Noah adds and I know he feels the same way about Bobby and the Slave crew.

  “Hell boy’s, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you both. We can get em rebooked maybe hook your loyal clients up with twenty off the next session.”

  I bite my knuckles to keep from flipping the fuck out. “This is unreal.” I can’t process it yet, maybe it’s shock but I'm freaking out on the inside. I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at Noah. “Wanna tell care together?” I ask, knowing this is huge for the two of them.

  “Yeah text her tell her to be ready.”

  Me: Holy shit! I can’t wait to get home baby! GOOD NEWS!!!

  I got my client list rebooked and finished with my clients for the rest of the day, watching the clock excited to tell Carrie.

  Noah knocks on my wall. “You ready?”

  “Yep.” I gather my shit and follow him out the door. We make it to our cars, and I hang back while he smokes.

  “You believe this shit?”

  He shakes his head no, smiling. “I’ve always known we had the stuff to get here, but there’s no preparation for when it happens.”

  “You seem kind of off by it?” He was excited, but it was muted, and I couldn’t figure out why.

  “I am excited. I just worry about the spotlight for both me and Carrie. I don’t know what he would do.” He admits and I realize that this would be a huge fear for them both.

  “We can look into security, Noah. We have some big boys that would go for the experience.” I know none of us can afford the security that bands use, but we had loyal boys, big ones in our corner that were always holding it down for us at our shows.

  “Maybe.” He tosses his cigarette and looks at me with a genuine smile. “Let’s go brag!”