Face the Music (A Brothers of Rock - GONE BY AUTUMN - Novel) (18 page)

Jocelyn let out a sighing breath and then bit her lip. Her hand tugged at Asher’s. She pulled it near the water. The hot water tingled at Asher’s fingertips. She then remained silent and moved his hand up her body and into the water.

When Asher felt his hand move up over her left breast, he gritted his teeth again. Her warm flesh felt so good. Her nipple was a hard nub, gently rubbing against the middle of his hand. Jocelyn left her hand continuing up. She touched her neck, her finger sliding into the back of her hair. Her eyes shut for a second as she thrust her chest out at Asher.

“Fuck, Jocelyn,” Asher groaned. “You have no idea.”

His hands spread wide, moved down, now cupping her breast. His thumb flirted with her nipple, making small circles at first, then gently flicking left to right, feeling the way her body jumped and she softly moaned.

“Asher,” Jocelyn whispered. “Keep going…”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me,” Asher commanded. “No more hiding.”

Jocelyn’s eyes opened and she looked at him. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips quivering.

“Keep going,” she said.

“Where? Where do you want me to touch you, love?”

Jocelyn grinned. She was so deadly sexy. Using her other hand, she took Asher’s hand off her breast and moved it down her body. Her fingers curled around his as they curled around the most beautiful curve of her body. Asher felt the tenderness of her sex in the water. With two fingers, he pressed against her, dipping into her for a brief second. Jocelyn groaned and thrust at him.

The water splashed and Jocelyn reached for the edge of the bathtub.

“Easy,” Asher whispered. “Relax and enjoy, love.”

He then pressed his two fingers back into her sweet body. He felt her throb at him, pulling, wanting more. The natural and instinctive reaction to his touch.

Asher couldn’t remember a time he cared so much about another woman’s body and needs like this. His eyes kept scanning her body, up and down; unable to decide what was the best part of her. And the entire time, his fingers moved with a passionate force. Each thrust dug deeper. He turned his fingers and pulled them out. Over and over. Jocelyn lifted and lowered her body. His thumb then eased against the top of her sex, finding her sensitive nub. Jocelyn let out a gasping cry and jumped. Water splashed from the bathtub to Asher’s jeans and to the floor.

“Holy shit,” Jocelyn cried out.

“Stay with me, love,” Asher said. “Don’t fight it.”

Jocelyn had both hands gripped tight, one on each side of the bathtub.

Asher continued his movements, his gentle touches to her clit and thorough thrusts with his fingers. Repeating it, watching the way the steamy water moved against and around his arm. The way the water moved with Jocelyn’s movements. She let out another crying gasp and then put her head back. Slowly, her chest lifted from the water. Asher watched the stray beads of water slide along her wet skin. It left his tongue jealous and he thirst her taste, her kisses, her everything.

As he moved his fingers faster and hard, he felt her readying. Taking her right to the edge but never to leave her dangling or push her off alone. Jocelyn’s body rocked with force, her belly tightening and loosening with each movement, until she finally reached that pinnacle.

Her cries and moans were better than a new Gone by Autumn guitar riff. Each time his fingers sank back into her warm and throbbing core, she moaned. And each time she moaned, she clenched at him with an orgasmic force.

Slowly, Asher worked his fingers away from her body. He gently pressed against her lower belly and when she looked at him, he couldn't help but steal a kiss. And not just one either. Kiss after kiss, Jocelyn’s lips seemed to taste better. They opened their mouths at the same time and began an even hotter kiss. Hotter than the bathwater and the steam was coming from between the two of them now.

After a minute, Asher couldn’t help himself as he inched his fingers back down her body. He touched the softness of her mound, so close to that silky feel of her sex, and Jocelyn groaned, smiled, and shook her head.

“What’s wrong?” Asher asked.

“Take me to the bed. I want to feel you inside me.”

Asher stood up and grabbed the robe from the floor. He then leaned against the sink and watched perhaps the most beautiful sight of his life. Jocelyn slowly standing out of the water. It dripped from her body, the water leaving a glistening look. Her beautiful chest and the pinkish color of her nipples made him grip the bathrobe harder. The water trickled down her body like she was stepping out of some hot magazine shoot.

Jocelyn stepped from the bathtub and walked to Asher. Her hips cut left to right as she walked, arms at her sides.

She’s getting it… she is finally realizing how beautiful she is…

Jocelyn turned around and Asher put the robe on her sweet body. He slipped his hands around her and pulled her tight. His hands then moved up and down, letting the bathrobe absorb the water off her skin. More than that, it was the feel of her body against his. She seductively moved left to right, but there was no need to try to turn Asher on, he was already uncomfortably hard.

Jocelyn reached back and her fingers flirted with his stomach. She touched the top of jeans and pulled, opening them. Even that little move was crazy sexy. The zipper went down and Jocelyn slipped her hand into his jeans. Asher wasn’t wearing boxers because why bother with an extra piece of clothing to take off?

When he felt Jocelyn’s fingertips against the base of his thickness, he sucked in a breath and groaned.

“You are amazing,” he whispered and kissed Jocelyn’s neck.

She then gripped him and started to pull, wanting Asher out of his jeans. 

Asher used on hand to push his jeans down and then stepped from them. That gave Jocelyn’s hand full access to his erection. And she wasted no time in sliding up and back. Her small hand holding tight, scaling him, sending waves of hot pleasure through his entire body.

Asher put his hands to Jocelyn’s waist and pushed. “Let’s move. Right now.”

They left the bathroom and the bedroom was the next door. The bed was tall, wide, and comfortable. Asher hurried to rip the bathrobe back off Jocelyn’s body. His hands then cupped down her ass and squeezed. Jocelyn jumped and let out a cry.

“I love this,” Asher growled.

“Show me then,” Jocelyn teased.

She gently put her hands to the bed and offered herself to Asher. He stepped back and stared at her. All the curves in the right places, leaving his mind and body going wild. Asher had to hurry and get
something
out of his bag. He sheathed himself and then stepped right back to Jocelyn.

His fingers touched her back and made a line right now. He watched her shiver and loved the way when she looked back at him her hair fell in front of her face. As his fingers continued to touch, his left hand rested on her left hip but his right hand kept going. He moved down and around, the tips of his fingers slicing between her soft folds, feeling her wetness again.

Good hell… she’s still wet for me…

That was more than enough for Asher to handle.

He pressed forward, guiding himself to Jocelyn’s beautiful body. With a hard thrust forward, he began to enter her. He slipped deep into her and held there. His hands gripped her sides as he pulled back and thrust again. It felt so fucking good. Her body was beyond perfect for him.

Asher started to love her body with hard and slow thrusts. He wanted to feel every inch of himself connecting with her. Again. And again. And again.

As he sped up, Jocelyn started to thrust back at him with the same speed he offered her. They found a beautiful rhythm. Jocelyn thrusting back and Asher thrusting forward, nothing of their bodies and needs to spare.

His hands crept up her body some more. He reached around and found the comfort of her heavy and warm breasts. They fit in his hands perfectly. Like they were made for him. Something about that thought made Asher suddenly feel even closer to Jocelyn. Something much deeper than their physical connection.

The rush of the moment caught up with him and he let out a grunting hiss as he came forward hard and felt himself let go. And when he did, he pressed hard to Jocelyn’s body. She knew just what to do then as she began to lift and lower herself, keeping a warm pressure against Asher’s body.

And then she looked back at him again. Cheeks red. Those blue-green eyes burning. His hands were still holding her breasts, his body completely connected -
and inside
- hers.

One thing was for certain - Asher did not want to let go. Now or ever.

*

Jocelyn was still trying to catch her breath. She was under the covers, naked, and was waiting for Asher to join her in the bed. He was on the phone with someone from the band, talking about shows and the upcoming tour.

Her body was warm, tingling, and wildly turned on. Even after Asher touching her so perfectly and then taking care of her body in a way she never thought possible.

There she was, in a hotel bed, waiting for more.

It was almost too impossible to be real.

But it was real. It wasn’t about the fantasy anymore. Jocelyn knew that. She didn't want Asher to be offended by saying that. Asher was the fantasy. This sexy rockstar. But more than that, but a man with a heart. He cared for her and worried about her. That’s what did it for Jocelyn. That Asher worried about her. That he shared some kind of fear for her safety and happiness.

Jocelyn heard Asher get off the phone. She quickly closed her eyes. She pretended to be asleep. Asher came to the bed and switched off the light next to Jocelyn. He walked around to the other side and got into the bed. An instant silence left Jocelyn wondering just what Asher was thinking. She could have turned and asked him, but she liked to just be here. Like this. Not in the fantasy, but in this reality.

The bed started to move a little and then Jocelyn felt Asher touch her shoulder. She groaned and felt a pulse between her legs. Jocelyn felt heat rush to her face. She never got like this. Ever in her life. A guy touching her shoulder and she’s instantly wet?

To make matters worse Asher kissed her shoulder next.

“I don’t know if you’re sleeping, love, but this can never be a fantasy,” Asher whispered. “It’s far too real. And if there’s one thing you’re to learn about me fast… I don’t give up on what I want, need, and what I… what I love.”

Jocelyn let out a breath and forced herself to keep her eyes shut. She fell asleep that night with Asher’s words lingering in her head. They were beautiful and perfect. And she wanted to hear it everyday for maybe the rest of her life.

(16)

Asher clipped on the tie and smirked. He turned and opened his arms. “How does this look?”

Sam looked up from his phone and let out a laugh. “You look like an idiot.”

“Exactly my point,” Asher said. He tore the clip-on tie from his t-shirt and threw it at Sam. “I don’t wear this shit. Nobody in the band does.”

“Tanner’s at least wearing something over his shirt,” Sam said.

“Good for Tanner,” Asher said.

Sam tucked his cell away and then went for another bottle of water. He was nervous as hell.

“Dude, why don’t you have a stiff drink?” Asher asked.

The band then came into the waiting room. The four of them poured in, laughing. They were all dressed as normal as they always were. Tanner had some kind of coat thing and looked like a fool.

“I don’t need a drink,” Sam snapped.

“Sounds like you do,” Ryan said.

“Why are you so nervous?” Gabe asked.

“Why?” Sam asked. “This is big. A really big thing.”

“We’re awesome,” Blake said. “We don’t need to tour with Willow Son. We don’t need any promotion company and all that shit. We can do this the way we want.”

“He’s right,” Asher said. “You need to chill, Sam.”

“Yeah. This is just… this is the biggest promoter on the east coast. And he’s got connections out to California. Okay? I mean, this puts the band really into some big connections. I know for you guys it’s not that big of a deal, but for me, as your manager, this is key to get some contacts and know we have places, shows, people…”

“Sam,” Asher said. “We’ll rent a parking lot to play shows if we have to. There’s nothing to worry about. I think we’re all in agreement that Willow Son is a pretty kick ass band.”

“I agree with that,” Ryan said. “I had a great time with Van the other night. Funny guy.”

“Yeah,” Blake said. “I’m pretty sure Ryker is one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met.”

“They come with a lot of history,” Sam said. “I hope they don’t fall of the edge…”

“And if they ever did,” Asher said, “we’ll carry the entire tour. I don’t even get why we need a band with us. I mean, sure, traditional purposes, yeah. If not for Fallen Tuesday grabbing us, who knows where we’d be. I’m confident though we would have broken through no matter what. This is fine, Sam. No matter what, as long as we stick to our roots, we’re ready to rock.”

“Rock n’ roll,” Gabe said. “I love it.”

The door opened and a beautiful woman stood there. “We’re ready for you.”

She led the way and Sam took the lead. The band followed.

Blake bumped elbows with Asher and nodded. “Nice ass up there.”

Asher laughed. “Yeah. Nice.”

Asher didn’t look at the woman’s ass. Frankly, he didn’t care. He’d rather bide him time again and get to look at Jocelyn’s ass. Naked. In clothes. Or better yet, his bare hands stripping her naked.

“What’s wrong?” Blake asked.

“Heavy mind,” Asher said. “And why are you looking at someone’s ass? You give up on Maya?”

“Shut up,” Blake said. “There’s… it’s… that guy, man. I don’t know.”

Asher patted Blake’s back. “We’ll be on the road soon. Anything can happen.”

Down the hall, the woman stopped and opened a door. She held it open and the band all walked in. As Asher walked by, she came forward a couple inches.

“Asher,” she whispered. “My favorite member.”

Asher raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe you can close more than one deal today.”