Rock Star Romance Ultimate Volume 2 Page 20

  “Well, at least let me see what else is on,” I suggested, reaching for the remote.

  “Oh no. I don’t think so.”

  When I tried prying the remote out of his hands, it went flying across the living room and bounced onto the floor. Jake and I momentarily eyed each other before we both lunged off the couch for it. Pushing and shoving each other out of the way, I finally grabbed it. “Aha!”

  It was a brief victory because Jake flipped me over on my back. After he straddled me, he pinned my arms above my head. “Not so fast.”

  As he smirked down at me, I tried squirming out of his hold. “Let me go, asshole!”

  “Ooh, you get so feisty when you’re angry.”

  “Don’t make me knee you again,” I threatened.

  At the mention of our first encounter, our eyes locked, and in that brief instant, the remote was forgotten. Leaning down, Jake brushed his mouth against mine, caressing my lips with his. I craned my head up, so I could reach him better. The tighter we fit against each other the more feverishly Jake’s lips moved against mine. I darted my tongue into his mouth and teased mine against his. His hand abandoned mine and moved to cup my breast. Over my t-shirt, he kneaded my flesh, causing me to moan with pleasure.

  Tearing his mouth from mine, Jake panted, “Abby…”

  “What?” I murmured as I ran my hands through his hair.

  His brows creased in worry. “Are you sure about this?”

  “Because of Brayden’s kids being in the next room?”

  Jake chuckled. “Well, yeah, that’s a buzz kill in itself, but I was thinking more about you.” He stared down at me with such a mixture of lust and desire in his eyes that I shivered. “I just can’t help myself around you. I want you so bad that I can’t help but devour you any chance I get. I’m just afraid this is too fast and too soon for you.”

  My chest constricted at his concern for me. He really was willing to give me the time and space I needed, and that made me love him all the more. When he started to pull himself off me, I knew right then and there that I didn’t want him to stop. I was almost twenty-two years old, and I wanted to keep enjoying a frolic on the hotel room floor with the guy I loved. “No!” I cried, grabbing his shoulders.

  His eyes widened in surprise. “I want this, and I want you.” I tore my gaze from his before adding, “Just not all the way.”

  “You mean it?” he asked, tipping my chin to make me look at him again.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Thank God,” he groaned before he brought his lips back to mine. Kissing me feverishly, he eased my t-shirt up and over my head. Then he snaked his arm around my back. With just a flick of his wrist, Jake unhooked my bra deftly with just one hand and then slipped it off. “Nice work,” I panted.

  He grinned down at me. “It’s tricky, but I’ve had a lot of practice.”

  I smacked his chest. “Don’t be bragging about your former conquests with me.”

  “Sorry.” As his hand cupped my bare breast for the first time, I gasped. “Would it sweeten the pot if I said you’re the only girl in the entire world I dream about conquering?”

  “Maybe,” I whispered as his thumb brushed across my nipple. It hardened under his simple touch while an ache burned between my legs.

  Jake’s gaze roamed over my breasts. “God, these are amazing…and real.”

  I couldn’t help giggling at his statement. “Um, should I say thank you?”

  He chuckled. “Sorry for the caveman comment. It’s just you’re so damn perfect everywhere. Including your tits.”

  His mouth hovered over my nipple. As his breath warmed my breast, I arched my back, encouraging him to stop tormenting me. Happily, he obliged and sucked my nipple into his mouth. “Oh Jake,” I murmured. The sensation was like nothing I could have imagined. While his tongue assaulted my nipple, his other hand continued massaging my other breast. I couldn’t help the moans and whimpers escaping me. It felt too good to be quiet.

  While he continued giving my breasts attention, I opened my legs wider, allowing him to sink closer between my thighs. My hips bucked up involuntarily to his, and I felt the bulge growing beneath his jeans. He pushed back against me, and I cried out. Grazing my nipple with his teeth, he then began to rock his erection against me.

  “Mmm,” I murmured, turning my head from side to side. I matched his rhythm lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. Pressure continued to build between my legs as Jake rubbed against me. I bit down on my lip to stifle my cries. If it felt this good now, what would it be like when he actually touched me there or put his mouth there?

  The friction was driving me wild, but it wasn’t enough. “Jake,” I whispered.

  He raised his head from my breast. “What do you want, Angel?” he rasped.

  “Touch me.”

  “You sure?”

  I bobbed my head. “Yes, please.”

  Rolling off of me, one of Jake’s hands abandoned my breast to trail down my abdomen. When he got to the band of my yoga pants, I sucked in a breath. The back of his hand feathered tantalizingly across my stomach, and I couldn’t help but buck my hips up to him. Chewing his lip for a minute, he gazed down at me. “Has anyone ever…”

  Warmth flooded my cheeks at his question. “No.”

  The cocky little smirk that filled his face caused me to smack him. “What?”

  “The victorious caveman look you just made at being my first third-base action.”

  He grinned. “Sorry, but it’s new for me too. You know, to be someone’s first.” As his fingers tickled along my abdomen, he asked, “Have you ever touched yourself?”

  “What’s with the inquisition? Just do it already!” I shouted.

  Jake’s eyes widened. “Shh, you’ll wake Jude and Melody.”

  Mortification rocketed through me, and I covered my head with my hands.

  “So is that a yes or a no?” Jake prompted.

  I peeked at him through my fingers. “Yes, I have,” I whispered

  At my admission, he groaned. “Oh Angel,” he murmured before his hand delved beneath my pants. When his fingers brushed against me, I gasped with pleasure. Jake drew in a ragged breath and asked, “When you touched yourself like this, did you come?”

  Even though I was embarrassed, frustrated, and even a little angry at his question, I found myself replying, “Mmm, hmm.”

  He pinched his eyes shut. “You’re driving me crazy.”

  “I could say the same thing about what you’re doing to me.”

  He chuckled as his eyelids fluttered open. “I know.” When he gazed into my eyes, desire burned bright in his. “Maybe I should stop asking questions and just kiss you, huh?

  “Yes.”

  As his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth, his fingers delved between my legs. When he finally stroked my sensitive folds, I moaned into his mouth. The pressure continued to build as I rocked my hips against his hand. Beads of sweat broke out across my forehead. I couldn’t imagine anything could feel this good.

  Jake tentatively slid his finger inside me, and when he started moving it in and out, I went over the edge. “Jake! Oh yes! Jake!” I cried as my walls clenched around his finger. When I finally came back to myself, Jake was staring down at me. “You’re sexy as hell when you come.”

  I quirked my brows at him as I fought to catch my breath. “That’s good to know.”

  He shot me a wicked grin. “I love the way you called out my name. It was so fucking hot.” He rose up on his knees while his hands went to the waistband of my yoga pants. “You want me to make you come again?”

  “Do you always do this sweet talking with the girls?”

  He paused in pulling down my pants. “You don’t like it?”

  “No, it’s just….”

  He grimaced. “It’s not very romantic, right?”

  I shook my head. “No, not really.”

  Jake sighed. “This is all new for me, Angel. I’m not used to doing the whole emotions with sex stuff.
I’m used to fucking and calling it a day.”

  I winced at his words. “I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m complaining. I did enjoy it—obviously, I mean, I…It’s just that…”

  “No, I get it. You deserve better, Angel. You’re giving me—the most undeserving guy in the world—the most sacred and amazing firsts.”

  I shook my head. “They’re mine to give, and I wouldn’t want anyone but you to have them.”

  He cocked his brows at me. “Even on the floor of a hotel room?”

  “If it means being with you, then yes. And even with your dirty talking mouth.”

  He groaned. Once he pulled off my pants, he kissed a moist trail from my bent knee down across my thigh. His mouth momentarily brushed against my center over my panties before he kissed a trail up the opposite thigh. “Jake,” I pleaded.

  “Shh,” he murmured. His fingertips lazily traced the waistband of my panties. I chewed on my bottom lip until he finally gripped the fabric and slid them off. As he gazed down at me, I suddenly felt very exposed, so I clamped my knees together.

  Jake shook his head. “Let me see you, beautiful,” he urged, nudging my knees apart. This time he didn’t do any more teasing kisses along my thighs. Instead, his mouth sought out my center as he placed a tender kiss on me. I sucked in a breath while Jake blew warm air across my already inflamed core. Closing my eyes, I murmured, “Jake…”

  When his tongue flicked across my folds, I cried out. Jake then began alternating between sucking and licking me. Warmth flooded my cheeks and seemed to ricochet over my entire body. It felt like I was consumed by fire. A sheen of sweat broke out along my skin as I rocked my hips against Jake’s mouth. I gripped his hair as he slipped two fingers inside me and swirled them around. Then he began to move them in and out of me while still licking and sucking my clit with his tongue. My whimpers and harsh pants filled the room before I finally tensed and went over the edge again. “Jake!” I cried as I thrust my hips up one final time.

  From between my thighs, he grinned up at me. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. “Wow…”

  He chuckled as he moved his body to cover mine. “That’s all you can say is wow?”

  I cupped his face in my hands. “It was that good that you rendered me speechless, okay?”

  “Mmm, I like the sound of that.”

  As he lay across me, I felt the hardened bulge in his jeans. While he’d gotten me off twice, he was still in need of attention. My eyes met his as I cupped him over his jeans. When he raised his brows questioningly at me, I bobbed my head. “Show me what to do.”

  Without protesting, Jake unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips and eased his jeans down to knees. My eyes immediately honed in on his erection. Taking my hand in his, he wrapped my fingers around his considerable length. Then he covered my hand with his. Slowly, he worked our hands up and down.

  “Like that?”

  “Yeah…but you speed it up too,” he murmured in a shaky breath.

  When I started working my hand over him faster, he gasped. “Oh God, Angel. That’s good.” My lips met his in a frenzied, hungry kiss. I liked that what I was doing caused him to groan. He raised his hips in time with my long strokes. “Fuck yes,” he murmured before his body started to shudder as he came. Hot, sticky liquid spurted into my hand and onto Jake’s stomach.

  “Um, what do I—?”

  With a chuckle, Jake pulled himself to his feet and went over to grab some napkins in the kitchen. He then wiped my hands clean and his stomach. He then kissed both of my cheeks and my forehead before returning to my lips. “Hmm, Angel, that was good,” he murmured against them.

  To my disappointment, Jake tore his lips from mine to grope in the pile of clothes beside us. He grinned up at me as he slid my panties back on and then he did my yoga pants. “Thanks.”

  His expression grew serious. “I should be the one thanking you for letting me be the first to make you come.”

  I exhaled a ragged breath. “I think if we keep going like this, I’m going to want you to be the first in a lot more ways.”

  When he got my meaning, he groaned before bringing his lips back to mine. Our mouths were waging war on each other when a tiny voice called, “Aunt Abby?”

  I jerked my mouth from Jake’s and scrambled away from him. Whirling around, I took in Jude’s tiny form in the bedroom door. “Y-Yeah, sweetheart?”

  He sniffled. “I had a scary dream. Will you come to bed with me?”

  “Of course I will. Just give me one second.” Smoothing down my ruffled hair, I hopped up, leaving Jake alone on the floor.

  Jude held his arms up, and I hoisted him up onto my hip. He buried his head in my neck before he started crying. “Shh, it’s okay. It was just a bad dream. It’s over now, and I’m here with you.”

  I laid him down on the bed and then curled in beside him. He snuggled up to me, still snubbing back his tears. “Want me to sing again?”

  “Pwease,” he whimpered.

  After I sang several verses, Jude was fast asleep again. Pulling away from him, I checked on Melody before heading to the door. When I opened it, I froze. Jake was nowhere to be seen. I flipped on the light and peered around the room.

  He had left.

  I hurried over to the table where my phone was. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I checked for any missed texts or calls.

  There were none.

  My throat constricted as I fought back the tears. Why would he just leave me? Had he gotten what he wanted and bailed? I shuddered as the used feeling washed over me.

  Against my better judgment, I texted a quick Where r u?

  After a couple of minutes, I typed Jake?

  Pacing around the suite I waited for his response, but it didn’t come. Defeated, I slunk back into the bedroom and crawled into the bed. This time it was me snuggling against Jude for comfort as the tears streamed silently down my cheeks.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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  Jake

  I was a bastard—a complete and total douchebag for bailing on Abby. I realized that the moment I let the suite door close behind me. Then the feeling persisted as I entered my room and slipped out of my clothes. Butt ass naked, I fell into bed and buried my face in the pillow.

  The first reason I left was because Jude appearing freaked the hell out of me. I didn’t know how much he had seen, and I didn’t want Bray kicking my ass for scarring his kid because Abby was taking care of my needs and getting me off. But then I came to realize that the main reason I had bailed was because I was scared.

  Yeah, I didn’t know how to deal with all I was feeling for Abby. I knew I loved her at the studio and then when I meshed that with the sexual part, I was fucking floored and obliterated emotionally. So I did the only thing scared men do.

  I ran.

  And I felt like an even bigger jackass, especially when I got her questioning texts. I mean, I should have texted her right back and lied by claiming I was fine or that I was tired. But no, I was an even bigger asshole because not only did I not reply, but I turned my fucking phone off because I didn’t know what the hell to say to her.

  And although I was mentally and physically exhausted, sleep evaded me. At two am, I pulled my ass out of the bed and started pacing around the room. Out-of-control thoughts whirled through my mind so fast I staggered on my feet.

  There was no more denial. I was truly head over fucking heels in love with Abby.

  But deep down, I knew the root of my problem with Abby. I was in love with a girl who was way too good for me. Abby had such a giving heart and a pure, inner beauty that I didn’t deserve to taint or destroy. We’d only known each other for three weeks, and I’d already hurt her too many times with my stupidity. Knowing me, I would continue hurting her over and over again. So maybe I should walk away from her. Wouldn’t it be better for her in the long run? I could never give her all she deserved. She wanted the fairy tale of a happily-ever-after with a husband and kids, and I didn’t kn
ow shit about any of that.

  Raking my hand through my hair, I thought about going to her in the morning and telling her that whatever we had was over. But just the image of walking away from her caused a searing pain to radiate through my chest, and I had to fight to breathe.

  No, I couldn’t walk away from her, not when I loved her. I’d never loved a girl as much, and I couldn’t imagine ever loving anyone more. I wanted to see where this crazy thing we had started took us. I wanted to claim her as my own in every possible way. Hell, when it got down to it, I could almost envision putting a fat, shiny diamond on her finger.

  And then the thought hit me that maybe I’d already screwed up too much and lost her. That’s when the walls began to close in around me. I threw on my clothes and headed out the door. Staring at the suite door across from me, I lightly wrapped on the door. “Abby?” I called.

  I knew she probably couldn’t hear me if she was in the bedroom with the kids, but I was silently hoping that maybe Melody had woken up for a bottle or some shit that babies did. I banged a little louder, but there was still no response. Taking my phone from my pocket, I powered it on. I then sent a barrage of text messages telling her how sorry I was and what a dick I’d been.

  My final text read Angel: I’m right outside the door ready to beg and plead for your forgiveness. If it takes getting down on my knees in a fucking hotel hallway, I will. That’s how sorry I am and how much you mean to me.

  Every single one remained unread and unanswered.

  Huffing with agitation, I headed down the hall to the elevators. I needed some time to clear my head, and there was no better place than the streets of my second home to do it. I walked a couple of blocks, taking in the sights and sounds. Atlanta was no New York when it came to never sleeping or its crowds, so I didn’t have to worry about running into a lot of people who might recognize me.

  But no matter how far I walked, peace of mind never came. Finally when I backtracked to the hotel, it was almost five. I knew the moment it wasn’t an ungodly hour, I would go to Abby and beg her forgiveness.

  I collapsed onto the bed and made the mistake of checking my phone. Every single one of my texts had been read, but there was no response. Tears stung my eyes, causing me to feel like an absolute and total pussy. After exhausting myself with crying, I fell into a restless sleep, and when the first rays of amber sunlight began streaking through the blinds, I woke up.