Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) (15 page)

“Hi Violet, it’s good to see you.
Ouch, you still look sore” Annabelle smiles.

“
I am feeling better. Trav isn’t here yet, but he is on his way.”

“That’s ok. I have to make an appointment, do you mind if I leave her here?”

“Oh, um, he won’t be a minute.”

She smiles and kneels down to Amber.

“Amber, this is Violet. She is Daddy’s very special friend. He will be here soon, do you mind waiting with her?”

Amber shakes her head and smiles up at her
Mother.

“Are you sure?” I ask Anna.

“Sure, just give me a buzz when you want her picked up.”

“O-ok.”

“Hi Jazzy” Anna smiles at Jasmine.

“Hi Anna, it’s nice to see you.”

“You too, I am sorry to hear about Chief, girls…”

We both lose our smiles.

“Thanks, he is doing a lot better.”

“Alright honey,
Mommy is going now. Be good please.”

“Yes
Mommy!”

Anna kisses Amber,
and then gets in her car and leaves. I look at Jasmine, then down at Amber who is smiling at me.

“Hi Amber, I am Violet.”

“Hi Violet” She smiles showing me beautiful dimples.

My heart skitters, I feel
softness towards this child when I was sure all I would feel was jealousy.

“Would you like to go and see what toys we can find in
Daddy’s house?”

“Yes please, in my room there is a cool
Barbie house.”

“Oh yeah?”
I say taking her hand.

“Later guys!”
Jasmine yells, waving.

“Bye
Jazz.”

We walk inside Trav’s house and Amber takes me up to her room. We sit and she begins showing me her
Barbie’s houses and dolls. We are mid-way through chatting and laughing about a strange looking Barbie when Travis walks in.

“Sunshine?”
He yells.

Amber spins around and her face lights up.

“Daddy!” She cries, leaping up and running towards him.

He wraps his arms around her and lifts her into
the air; he swings her around planting kisses on her face. He holds her close and she wraps her little arms around his neck. My heart aches; I didn’t realize how much he missed her. He didn’t say a lot about it. I smile at the two of them, warmed by his love for her.

“What are you doing here Sunshine?” He asks.

“Mommy said I could hang out with you this afternoon.”

“Did she?”

“Yep, she told Violet and Violet has been taking care of me while we waited for you.”

Trav looks up at me, his eyes are glassy and emotion is pouring off him.

“You organized this?”

“Anna c
ontacted me and it went from there, Surprise.” I whisper.

“Amber baby, go get your swimmers on and we will go to the beach.”

“Yay!” She squeals, running out of the room.

Travis walks forward and takes me into his arms.

“Of all the things you could have done for me Mischief, this one is the most heart wrenching. Thank you so much, words can’t express how amazing this is.”

“She needs you, as much as you need her.”

He stands back and strokes my cheek.

“Come here,
God, Mischief when you aren’t around, I am empty.”

“I was hurt, so much has been happening.”

“All the more reason not to add to it.”

“Well, come on
we have a beach to go to.”

Travis kisses me long, soft and deep. I close my eyes and melt into the kiss, melt into his touch. His hands slide up and down my back, his lips work mine over until I am breathless and panting. He pulls back and runs a thumb over my swollen bottom lip.

“Later, I am going to make love to you so fucking slowly…”

“
Daddy, can we go?” Amber cries running back in.

I laugh at her
enthusiasm.

“I think we should totally go.”

“Oh yeah!”

She grips my hand and drags me down the stairs. We run over the road and onto the sand where we play for hours and hours together. We swim, build sandcastles
, and laugh until our belly’s hurt. Amber cozy’s up beside me and we laugh and chat until the sun begins going down. Travis smiles at me, more than I have ever seen him smile. It takes me back to when we were kids, and we used to talk about having children.

“How many do you want Mischief?”

“I want ten, at least.”

He laughs. “You have to get married first.”

I shrug. “Me and you will get married Trav, don’t ya know that?”

He grins. “I know that Mischief.”

“And we will have heaps and heaps of babies.”

“Whatever you want Mischief
.”

“Trav?”

“Hmmmm.”

“Do
you think one day you will marry me?”

“Maybe Mischief.”

“Do you love me Trav?”

“Oh Mischief, I think the sun shines out of your beautiful ass.”

“But do you love me?”

He turns and faces
me; his beautiful face breaks into a beautiful smile.

“You know I love you to the stars and back again, you are my better half Mischief.”

“One day Trav, one day you are going to kiss me.”

“Oh girl
, I am going to change your life.”

I am smiling at the memory when Trav takes my hand and kisses it.

“What you did for me today Mischief, will never leave me.”

I smile at him
and then down at Amber.

“We are a family now Trav, it’s what family does.”

He grins and stands, taking Amber into his arms and taking hold of my hand. We walk back to the house and an hour later Anna arrives to collect Amber. While Trav is outside saying goodbye, I walk inside and begin washing up the dishes. A moment later Travis walks in and up behind me, his arms wrap around my waist.

“You remember Trav, what you said to me the first time I asked if you loved me?”

He kisses my neck. “I love you to the stars; you are my better half Mischief.”

I smile. “You remember.”

“I remember every damn thing about you, from your smiling child eyes to your beautiful teenage body. You were my shadow Mischief and I loved it.”

“Trav?”

“Hmmmm?”

“When did you first realize you were in love with me?”

He smiles against my skin and snakes his tongue out to slide over my pulse.

“I loved you as a kid, I loved you as a girl but it wasn’t the love I have now. When I first realized I loved you, was the night I kissed you and you melted into me. I knew I cared, I knew I would die for you, but at that
moment, I changed. You became everything and I knew I would never let you go.”

I lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes, loving the feeling of his lips sliding over my neck.

“You are my everything.”

He kisses a trail down my neck.

“My sunshine.”

He slides his mouth over my collar bone and sucks.

“My darkness.”

He moves lower, spinning me around as he does.  He grips my shirt, lifting it over my head and dropping it on the ground. He sucks my hardened nipple into his mouth.

“My rain.”

He slides lower, dragging hot kisses down my belly and circling my navel.

“My happy ending.”

He grips my bikini bottoms and yanks them
down; he grips my hips and puts me on the counter. He uses his hands to spread my knees and he slowly trails kisses up my thighs until he reaches my heated flesh. He uses his fingers to slide through my folds to find me ready. I whimper and let my head fall back; he slowly inserts a finger and lowers his head to take my clit into his mouth.

“Trav…” I moan.

“Everything,” He murmurs against my flesh. “Every fucking thing, you are my world.”

He sucks harder and I thrust my hips upwards, desperate for more, desperate for him. He sucks and licks until I am shuddering with such an intense
orgasm; my world goes black for a moment. I feel him move over my body and grip my hips, he pulls me towards the edge of the counter and then he is inside me. Fucking me slow and deep.

“Oh
God, Trav…”

“Mischief, you are my soul.” He rasps.

“I need you, more, more Trav.”

He slides his hips out and slams back in,
and then we are fucking with such force dishes are smashing on the ground as he thrusts and my hands reach out to grip whatever I can find. His head is back, the veins in his neck are pulsing. His mouth opens slightly and strangled groans escape his lips as he drives in and out of me, fucking me so hard I know it will hurt tomorrow.

“
God Trav!” I scream.

“Come,
God, come.”

I begin coming around him, and then I hear his guttural moan as he releases along with me, pulsing long and hot inside me. Our moans tangle together until we make a beautiful melody of our own. When we come down from our high, he lifts me and carries me to the couch, laying me down gently. He slides out,
and then pushes back in and I realize he is still hard.

“Trav…”

He looks down at me. “Do you realize Mischief, that you are my heart?”

“I know.” I whisper as he slides out and slowly pushes back in.

“Do you know what I would do for you?”

“Y-y-y
es.”

‘I’d die for you.”

“Trav…”

“Mischief…I love you.”

I melt, I have wanted those words since I got back and like that I feel an instant relief. I grip his shoulders and I feel a random tear slide down my cheek.

“Oh Trav, I love you too.”

He groans and puts his head into my shoulder; slowly he thrusts his hips, slowly and beautifully. He grips my hands and puts them above my head and he moves over me with such perfection it makes my chest hurt. His back ripples, his arms bulge, his face is buried in my shoulder and he is making a strange sound, a pained sound.

We are making love. I didn’t even realize it, because I have never done it but here we are. Travis Phoenix is making love to me. His body is
moving slowly, his moans are soft, and my moans are gentle. His hands are running gently over me, his body is burning into mine. I grip his back and let him move, my head falls back and he kisses my throat. His hair is damp and sticking to his forehead.

I lift my hand and move a piece of hair away from his eyes and I stare
into them, thanking whatever God is out there, for giving me such a perfect man. Our moans grow higher, and higher until we are in the throws again. My body shudders around his before he finally releases again with a soft groan into my shoulder. He slumps over me and I stroke my fingers up and down his back while we lay silently. My fingers lightly trace his tattoos and he groans with satisfaction. He pulls back and takes me with him, positioning me on his lap.

“You are amazing.”

I smile, kissing his lips.

“Right back at you.”

His phone rings then and with a sigh he looks down at it. With a curse, he answers it.

“Why are you calling me?”

Silence.

“What?”

Silence.

“Fuck, lock the door and don’t move.”

He hangs up the phone and stands.

“Who was it?” I ask, as he yanks up his jeans and throws on a shirt.

“Janice.”

“What?”

“She said her boyfriend is back.”

“Trav…call the police.”

“I’ll deal with it.”

“Travis, I am asking you not to go.”

He looks down at me.

“I have to, don’t ask me not to.”

I look down and feel our moment slipping away.

“She is playing you.”

“Not this again Mischief, I can’t deal with this jealousy.”

“Is that what you think it is?” I whisper.

“Well what is it?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

He sighs and throws his hands up.

“I can’t deal with this. I have to go.”

He leans down and kisses my head, when he gets to the door I call out his name. He turns and stares at me.

“Do your words mean anything?”

He looks hurt. “They mean everything Mischief, if you don’t know that by now we are wasting our time.”

Then he steps out and closes the door behind him.