All Access (Brothers of Rock #1) (rockstar contemporary romance) (13 page)

“Come here,” Johnnie said as he tried to hug her.

“No way,” Jess said.  “You’re dressed...”

“Are you making a rule?” Johnnie asked.

“Yes.  I am.  Next rule... when one of is naked, the other has to get naked too.”

“That’s a good rule.”

“I think it’s the best one,” Jess said.

Johnnie put his hands up and stepped back a step.  Trying to play it cool even though she shook with anticipation and fear, Jess found the bottle of wine.  This time she took a real drink, seeking warmth and a way to calm herself.

She handed the bottle to Johnnie who now stood in nothing but his boxers.  He drank like before and then finished stripping himself.  When he stepped forward again, Jess had her hand ready, accepting him, his hardness and length. 

Johnnie didn’t let it bother him as he pulled Jess tight to his body.  He lifted her off the ground, stepped back three steps, and then lowered himself, along with Jess, down to the thick blanket on the deck. 

On her back, Jess looked at the stars, then at Johnnie.  He found the other blanket and pulled it up over his back and shoulders.  Between the blankets and their lust filled desires, there was more than enough heat. 

Johnnie kissed Jess, and she fought back with her tongue.  Their heads moved side to side, and their grunts and groans filtered around them.  Johnnie kept his sex close to Jess but not touching, yet.

It wasn’t until Jess thrust at him did anything actually happen.

The surge of need became too much for Jess to bear.  Her nerves were on fire, her heart pounding, her body desperate.  When she thrust, she felt Johnnie, right there, right between her legs.

“Tell me,” Johnnie whispered, finally breaking the hot kiss.

Jess moaned and thrust again. 

“No, no.  I want you to tell me.”

“Johnnie... please...”

Jess slid her hands down his muscular sides, but did not stop until she had handfuls of his backside.  She pushed, mentally thinking it would be so easy to get Johnnie to enter her. 

It wasn’t.

He resisted, and held his stance.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?” Jess asked.

“What you want.”

“I want you, I told you that.  I want you...”

“More,” Johnnie growled.

He kissed her neck, then allowed his teeth to run along her skin to her ear.

Jess let out a long breath and an
Oohhh
before trying to lift her body at him again.  When it failed, she groaned in frustration.

“I want you in me!” she cried out.  “Please, Johnnie...”

Johnnie looked at Jess and smiled.  “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

Johnnie lowered his body, penetrating Jess with climatic pleasure.  This time, unlike in the bedroom, he wasted not a second, bringing the sex to a speed and intensity that forced Jess to bite on her lip in a desperate attempt to keep her mouth shut.  She was afraid to let out a satisfying moan or sound too late, still thinking someone would hear it.

“Oh, Jess.  Your body...”

Jess whimpered.  She closed her eyes, trying to fight it off.  But Johnnie was too intense.  He moved perfectly, fast enough for please and fast enough that her body wanted more. 

Johnnie’s song still played in the background, the song on an obvious repeat cycle. 

As he made love to Jess, she tried to focus on it all.  Johnnie’s body.  Johnnie’s movements.  The way it felt.  The way her entire body came together in a way she never thought possible in her entire life.  The song playing.  The words.  The music.  The millions of stars overhead. 

The pleasure.

Oh, the pleasure.

The sex continued and as Jess sweat, her body began to shiver.  The cool air mixed with the moisture on her skin.  Her teeth chattered and Johnnie took notice.

He didn’t speak a word, he just knew what to do and how to do it.

Johnnie put one hand to the back of Jess’s neck.  The other wiggled its way to her back.  Slowly, he lifted Jess, standing himself.  He held her tight to his body.  Jess’s hair bounced around and gently, Johnnie carried her into the house. 

As Johnnie walked, Jess felt him touching her.  The constant movement and subtle touch brought Jess to an explosive climax.  She held onto Johnnie’s shoulders and stared down at him, knowing it would be the only way she’d ever look down at him. 

She shuddered as she came, moaning, blinking, but never leaving sight of Johnnie’s eyes.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Never,” Johnnie said.  He kicked the bedroom door open and carried Jess to the bed.  “It’s better in here.  That way we don’t have to move after we’re done.”

“Is that song going to play all night?” Jess asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.  Now, Johnnie, finish making love to me.”

(19)

When morning came, Johnnie opened his eyes and gazed to the empty leather couch at the end of the room.  The missing blanket made him smile, knowing the blanket was out on the deck, where he and Jess had started the night before.  He took a deep breath and as he started to roll to his back he realized the song wasn’t playing anymore.  He had set it to repeat which should have allowed it to play all night into the morning until someone turned it off.

Someone...

Johnnie rolled to his right and found the bed empty.

Jess was gone.

Johnnie popped up and the night before and this morning collided at once, right at the center of his head.  It felt like the claw of hammer smacked him in the forehead.  He closed his eyes and cursed the pain, knowing damn well what wine did to him.  When he opened his eyes again, he felt a little better, minus his heart hitting so hard it felt as though it were trying to punch its way out of his chest. 

Where was Jess?

Was it all too much?

Did he say something to her?

“Oh no,” Johnnie whispered.

He threw the covers off his body, finding himself naked.  He didn’t care as he moved from the bed.  He thought about the night before.  Every memory, every detail came back to him without flaw.  Even right down to the way Jess looked at him as they came together.  His fingertips tingled thinking about the way her hips had the perfect curve to them, meant for touching, holding, loving. 

Loving.

Is that what he said?

No, Johnnie didn’t believe it.  He’d remember telling Jess if he loved her.  Simple as that.  Something that important... something with so much meaning...

Johnnie then heard the sound of rushing water.  His instincts took him to the window even though he knew the sound of rain wouldn’t be anything like what he heard.  Outside, another day had come.  A clear blue sky, the mountains still in place, their silent structures still breathtaking. 

If it wasn’t rain making the sound...

Just as Johnnie turned and saw the door to his private bathroom slightly cracked, he heard a voice.  Not just any voice, but a voice singing.  A voice singing
his song
.  In a matter of taking four steps, Johnnie stopped.  His heart calmed, knowing Jess was safe and still there in the cabin, but it barely had a second to recover before it started to race again. 

Jess was in the shower, singing his song.

She listened to it so much the day before, she had it memorized.  Better yet, it sounded beautiful.  Johnnie couldn’t believe that Jess could sing like that.

He had a hundred thoughts at once, but first, he grabbed a towel off the back of his door and wrapped it around his waist.  Then he hurried into the living room and found a small two track pocket recorder.  He had about ten recorders sitting around the cabin.  They were all needed for when one of those random guitars riffs came to him, or a set of lyrics.  He would hurry and record it, then come back to it later. 

He pressed the button and the small screen lit up.  The batteries still had life.

When he went back into his bedroom, he snuck into the bathroom and stood there, holding the recorder in the doorway, but not so much that Jess would catch him.  He hit the red record button and listened.

She was perfect.

That’s what the song needed.

The second Johnnie recorded the song by himself and listened to it, he felt good about it, but a little empty.  Something had been missing on the track and this was it. 

It was Jess.

Her voice.

A woman’s voice. 

She had a innocent tone to her voice.  It had a shy pullback, but the power and command of her ability pushed forward.  She hit the notes the same as Johnnie did on the song.  During the chorus, she went up a little higher and Johnnie could only imagine how perfect it would sound recorded together.  He thought about singing too but held back, wanting to record as much as he could of Jess singing. 

When she stopped, Johnnie didn’t stop the recording.  He just froze in place, imagining what the next verse would sound like.  In his mind it sounded great, but he knew, in reality, it would sound beautiful and perfect.

Johnnie crept away from the door and threw the recorder to the bed.  He then purposely slammed the bedroom door, making sure it was loud enough that Jess heard it over the water.  He walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open, watching as steam rose up and over the glass door.  His eyes could give a damn about the steam, all he could focus on was the blurry figure of Jess’s body as she showered.

“Hey, Jess?” he called out.

“Thought I heard you,” Jess said.  She slid the door open enough to look out.

Her hair dripped and the water droplets on her face didn’t just make her more beautiful, they made her more enticing.  The water teased Johnnie, running everywhere, touching places he wanted to touch.

“You scared me,” Johnnie said.  “Woke up and the bed was empty.”

“Aw, did you miss me?”

Johnnie smiled as his mind screamed
YES!
  “No, just was hoping you didn’t skip out on me.  Wasn’t sure if I said or did something stupid last night.”

“Wait, was Mr. Rockstar too drunk to remember last night?”

Johnnie pulled at his towel, dropping it.  He walked through the bathroom watching as Jess’s eyes picked something to stare at.

“I think I remember all I need to about last night.”

Jess looked up into Johnnie’s eyes.  “You didn’t do anything last night I didn’t want...”

“I know that,” Johnnie said.

He was a few steps from the shower. 

“I know that too.”

He grabbed the shower door handle and slid the door open.  Jess stood with the water hitting her shoulders and down her nude body.  Johnnie thought he could be the tough guy and just attack her, but he couldn’t.  For the first time in his life, he hesitated with a woman.  Not out of fear, but out of pure, unfiltered love.  With a touch of lust.  She stood with a sense of confidence that she didn’t have the day before.  Her hands were at her hips, calling to Johnnie without saying a word.  The water made her skin look extra silky.  Her nipples were extra pink, delicate and tender, forcing Johnnie’s body to react.

Now he had to step into the shower.  He needed Jess.

He came at her and they embraced as the water poured on them.

“Last night was amazing,” Jess whispered as Johnnie’s nose touched her.

“Yeah?  Just wait to see what the rest of our life is like...”

(20)

When Johnnie left the shower, Jess closed the door and fell back against the tile.  It was cold to her back, but it didn’t matter.  Her body never felt so good before.  So warm.  So satisfied. 

Johnnie’s touch was everything to her, and not just the ones that went to her most sensitive areas.  It was the way his hands traveled along her body, following her gentle curves, wanting to feel everything.  He didn’t just go for her chest or between her legs... he wanted all of her. 

As she took heavy breaths and convinced herself it was okay to mentally freak out, she came to terms that with Johnnie, she felt safe, she felt alive, and she felt in love.  Thinking about love and a rockstar felt so foreign, like something she should have been writing about, but she couldn’t argue with her heart.  Or her body.

After rinsing, Jess left the shower to find the bedroom empty.  Part of her hoped that Johnnie would have been in bed, naked, waiting for her.  Her appetite for lust had never been this great.  Maybe that’s because she never had a man like Johnnie - the right man.

She dressed and went to find Johnnie.  A second spent away from him right now felt like a second wasted and a second too long. 

He was in the living room, standing at the fireplace.  He had one hand gripping the mantle as he stared down at nothing.  It was too warm for a fire. 

“Johnnie?”