The Rocker That Needs Me
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This was just one more fuck up that I was responsible for…
When Lana came out of the bathroom, looking flushed and her eyes red as if she had been crying, I pushed all my unreasonable thoughts away. “Layla says hi,” she murmured.
I had been worried that something was wrong with her sisters or my band brother, and I was relieved when she assured me that they were okay. Her need to leave bothered me, but her explanation eased some of my upset. I was happy that she had gotten back into dancing. I knew that it had been a passion of hers as a little girl.
When she grabbed my sweats and headed for the bathroom to shower I didn’t stay in bed long. Whistling to myself, I followed her and stepped into the huge walk-in shower with her. Five shower heads were already beating down on her from all imaginable angles. Her back was turned to me and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against my already throbbing erection.
“We don’t have time for this, babe,” she murmured, but there was an almost purr quality to her voice. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her despite our earlier session in bed.
I nipped her just under her left ear. “Showering together will save time,” I argued as I pushed her front up against the tiled wall. From behind, I parted her thighs until my dick fit just right. Her opening was drenched with her arousal. Leaning forward, I nuzzled her neck with my nose. “No matter what, we will always have time for this.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she turned her head and met my lips. I kissed her deep, playing with her tongue as I lifted her just enough for the head of my dick to slip into her dark recesses. Her cry was drowned in my mouth as I pushed into her until I was balls deep.
“Slow and easy or hard and fast?” I asked as I felt her muscles start to contract around me. Just one thrust into that tight, sinfully hot pussy and she was ready to come for me.
“Fast,” she panted. “Hard.” She pressed her ass back against me, inviting me to take her any way I wanted. “Please, Drake.”
Her plea was my undoing, and I clamped my hands tightly around her hips to keep her in place as I began to thrust into her with reckless abandon. I pounded into her only a half a dozen times before she was screaming my name. Her muscles convulsed around my dick as I sunk deep into her each time. It felt so good. So fucking good!
“Angel,” I ground out as I lost what little control I had on myself and emptied deep within her…
--
I was forty-seven minutes late.
Cole and Axton were already seated at our table when I walked in. The producer shot me a hard look, but I ignored him. I was too happy, too content with the world at large to care about anything or anyone else. Humming softly to myself, I dropped down beside Axton at the judge’s table.
My friend grinned as I thanked the assistant who sat the mug of coffee down in front of me. “Drake Stevenson smiling, humming happily. Thanking people… Wow! I don’t think I have ever seen any of those things happen in the entire time I have known you. Does the lovely Lana have anything to do with this change in you, old friend?”
“She has everything to do with it.” I couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread across my face as I pulled the ever present itinerary closer.
“Good for you, dude. I’m glad to see you so happy.” He turned to Cole. “I think he’s going to marry that girl.”
“The leggy blonde or the stacked brunette?” Cole asked, sounding both bored and interested at the same time. How the hell was that even possible? Yet he pulled it off.
I refused to let his question put a damper on my good mood. “The brunette,” I told him. “And yeah, I am going to marry her. Not anytime soon, though.” Lana still had college to finish. Marriage was a few years away for us.
Cole nodded as if understanding. “The brunette. She was dynamite. And that mouth! She was keeping up with that brother of yours, man. Good choice.”
“Listen, man...” Axton put his phone down after typing a few words and hitting send “...can you do me a huge favor?”
I raised a brow at him. Axton never asked favors. He didn’t need to. If he wanted or needed something he either took care of it himself or called his assistant to do it for him. Sometimes he even called Emmie if he needed something major done quick. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Lana said something yesterday and I really like the idea. That Dallas chick would be ideal for OtherWorld’s new video. She’s hot, inked, hot, feisty… Did I mention hot?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Can you talk to Lana? Get her to work on her friend and persuade her to do it? I’ll make sure the pay is sweet.”
“I’ll talk to her,” I promised. “But don’t get your hopes up, man. Lana told me a little about her last night and she isn’t exactly Miss Sunshine.”
“Yeah, I figured that out yesterday.” Axton grinned. “Jesus Christ! She’s hot.”
Cole snorted. “Man, we know. Not only do we have eyes, but you’ve told us like a hundred times.”
Before either of us could comment, the producer’s assistant started showing in hopefuls. The next two hours passed in a blur of tone deaf, off key, cry baby boredom. I spent more time checking my watch or phone then paying attention. Really, I sucked at this job, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I needed the money or anything. If they fired me—which I knew they wouldn’t because they didn’t want to piss Emmie off—then it wouldn’t bother me in the least.
At one thirty, Lana texted me to let me know she was outside, and I stood up the second the latest hopeful finished his shaky voiced attempt at some original song that he had written himself. “No,” I told him point blank.
“Dray? Where ya going?” Axton called after me.
“Lunch. Lana’s waiting outside for me,” I called over my shoulder.
“Awesome. More Lana.” I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he stood. “No way, dude,” he told the hopeful. “Wait up! I’m hungry too.”
I muttered a curse under my breath. I wanted a quiet hour with Lana. Just her and me, and maybe a little day-old Chinese food after a quickie, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Axton caught up with me before I reached the door, and Cole was quick to follow. “Sounds good to me,” the old rocker said as he fell into step with me and Ax. “I always did enjoy some eye candy while I eat.”
As soon as I saw her my heart stuttered in my chest. Would it always skip a beat when I saw that girl? I fucking hoped so! The smile on her beautiful face when she spotted me coming her way was breathtaking, and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her until she moaned.
When Lana came out of the bathroom, looking flushed and her eyes red as if she had been crying, I pushed all my unreasonable thoughts away. “Layla says hi,” she murmured.
I had been worried that something was wrong with her sisters or my band brother, and I was relieved when she assured me that they were okay. Her need to leave bothered me, but her explanation eased some of my upset. I was happy that she had gotten back into dancing. I knew that it had been a passion of hers as a little girl.
When she grabbed my sweats and headed for the bathroom to shower I didn’t stay in bed long. Whistling to myself, I followed her and stepped into the huge walk-in shower with her. Five shower heads were already beating down on her from all imaginable angles. Her back was turned to me and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against my already throbbing erection.
“We don’t have time for this, babe,” she murmured, but there was an almost purr quality to her voice. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her despite our earlier session in bed.
I nipped her just under her left ear. “Showering together will save time,” I argued as I pushed her front up against the tiled wall. From behind, I parted her thighs until my dick fit just right. Her opening was drenched with her arousal. Leaning forward, I nuzzled her neck with my nose. “No matter what, we will always have time for this.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she turned her head and met my lips. I kissed her deep, playing with her tongue as I lifted her just enough for the head of my dick to slip into her dark recesses. Her cry was drowned in my mouth as I pushed into her until I was balls deep.
“Slow and easy or hard and fast?” I asked as I felt her muscles start to contract around me. Just one thrust into that tight, sinfully hot pussy and she was ready to come for me.
“Fast,” she panted. “Hard.” She pressed her ass back against me, inviting me to take her any way I wanted. “Please, Drake.”
Her plea was my undoing, and I clamped my hands tightly around her hips to keep her in place as I began to thrust into her with reckless abandon. I pounded into her only a half a dozen times before she was screaming my name. Her muscles convulsed around my dick as I sunk deep into her each time. It felt so good. So fucking good!
“Angel,” I ground out as I lost what little control I had on myself and emptied deep within her…
--
I was forty-seven minutes late.
Cole and Axton were already seated at our table when I walked in. The producer shot me a hard look, but I ignored him. I was too happy, too content with the world at large to care about anything or anyone else. Humming softly to myself, I dropped down beside Axton at the judge’s table.
My friend grinned as I thanked the assistant who sat the mug of coffee down in front of me. “Drake Stevenson smiling, humming happily. Thanking people… Wow! I don’t think I have ever seen any of those things happen in the entire time I have known you. Does the lovely Lana have anything to do with this change in you, old friend?”
“She has everything to do with it.” I couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread across my face as I pulled the ever present itinerary closer.
“Good for you, dude. I’m glad to see you so happy.” He turned to Cole. “I think he’s going to marry that girl.”
“The leggy blonde or the stacked brunette?” Cole asked, sounding both bored and interested at the same time. How the hell was that even possible? Yet he pulled it off.
I refused to let his question put a damper on my good mood. “The brunette,” I told him. “And yeah, I am going to marry her. Not anytime soon, though.” Lana still had college to finish. Marriage was a few years away for us.
Cole nodded as if understanding. “The brunette. She was dynamite. And that mouth! She was keeping up with that brother of yours, man. Good choice.”
“Listen, man...” Axton put his phone down after typing a few words and hitting send “...can you do me a huge favor?”
I raised a brow at him. Axton never asked favors. He didn’t need to. If he wanted or needed something he either took care of it himself or called his assistant to do it for him. Sometimes he even called Emmie if he needed something major done quick. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Lana said something yesterday and I really like the idea. That Dallas chick would be ideal for OtherWorld’s new video. She’s hot, inked, hot, feisty… Did I mention hot?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Can you talk to Lana? Get her to work on her friend and persuade her to do it? I’ll make sure the pay is sweet.”
“I’ll talk to her,” I promised. “But don’t get your hopes up, man. Lana told me a little about her last night and she isn’t exactly Miss Sunshine.”
“Yeah, I figured that out yesterday.” Axton grinned. “Jesus Christ! She’s hot.”
Cole snorted. “Man, we know. Not only do we have eyes, but you’ve told us like a hundred times.”
Before either of us could comment, the producer’s assistant started showing in hopefuls. The next two hours passed in a blur of tone deaf, off key, cry baby boredom. I spent more time checking my watch or phone then paying attention. Really, I sucked at this job, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I needed the money or anything. If they fired me—which I knew they wouldn’t because they didn’t want to piss Emmie off—then it wouldn’t bother me in the least.
At one thirty, Lana texted me to let me know she was outside, and I stood up the second the latest hopeful finished his shaky voiced attempt at some original song that he had written himself. “No,” I told him point blank.
“Dray? Where ya going?” Axton called after me.
“Lunch. Lana’s waiting outside for me,” I called over my shoulder.
“Awesome. More Lana.” I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he stood. “No way, dude,” he told the hopeful. “Wait up! I’m hungry too.”
I muttered a curse under my breath. I wanted a quiet hour with Lana. Just her and me, and maybe a little day-old Chinese food after a quickie, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Axton caught up with me before I reached the door, and Cole was quick to follow. “Sounds good to me,” the old rocker said as he fell into step with me and Ax. “I always did enjoy some eye candy while I eat.”
As soon as I saw her my heart stuttered in my chest. Would it always skip a beat when I saw that girl? I fucking hoped so! The smile on her beautiful face when she spotted me coming her way was breathtaking, and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her until she moaned.
