In Bed with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #2) (rockstar romance series) (4 page)

“Trust me, Jessica,” Slader
whispered.

She took the shot all the way down.
It was like two shots in one and by the time she finished it, she felt ready to
fall over. She dropped the glass and it hit the floor, breaking. Slader’s
strong hands held her breasts and held her tight to him.

“That was perfect,” Slader said.
“You’re mine now, Jessica, forever.”

The bus started to move but only to
Jessica. She felt everything moving. The bus. Her body. Her mind.

“Let it happen,” Slader said. “Just
let it all happen...”

“Okay,” Jessica whispered.
“Okay...” A thought hit her for the second time that night. Thanks to whatever
the drink was made up of, Jessica couldn’t help herself. “Slader, I think I
love you.”

“Oh, Jessica,” Slader said. “I know
you do. You’ve always loved me. Now we can finally be together.”

Jessica opened her mouth to speak,
but she had nothing. Darkness came, with Slader’s hands on her.

Jessica smiled.

What does she dream of when
sleeping? What does she need when sleeping? Is her body arched, missing someone
holding her, keeping her safe? Does she fear the night like a thick blanket
coming to cover and take her? Does she reach across her bed, touching the empty
half, wondering where I am? Or does she wonder for someone else? My heart can’t
take someone else... it was never meant that way. Tonight, I won’t sleep so I
can imagine watching her sleep. What does she dream of?

.6.

Slader slowly walked backwards, holding
onto a sleeping Jessica. She had gone under quicker than he thought. It
certainly brought out the truth from Jessica She loved him. It made Slader
smile, but it didn’t surprise him. They’d been in love for a long time, but now
wasn’t the time to think about that.

This was about Jessica.

This was about trust.

This was about finally having
Jessica alone.

Slader picked Jessica up into his
arms and then carried her to the bed. He bent and gently placed her down,
staring at her body. Her hips had the slightest curve to them, giving her the
womanly shape Slader couldn’t resist. Her stomach gently moved up and down, her
breathing soft and silent. Of course, her breasts were perfect and large. Her
nipples big enough to make Slader’s mouth water.

He licked his lips and reached
down, touching Jessica’s hair. His fingers ran through her hair smoothly,
moving all the loose strands out of the way. His urges were running wild, his
mind teasing his body and his body teasing his mind. Slader was as hard as a
rock, a thick erection pressing against his jeans. It was uncomfortable. But he
would never do that to Jessica... not like this. To all the other women and
groupies, those searching for that memory of pleasure, that was one thing. This
was Jessica. His Jessica. He would never touch her like this. This was his way
of proving his trust.

Slader leaned down and kissed
Jessica’s forehead. He softly nuzzled her cheek and moved down to her neck. Her
smell, her desire, her beauty, even her fear made Slader groan and he felt his
cock aching against his jeans. He wanted Jessica like never before. His fingers
moved from her hair down her face. Then using just his pointer finger, Slader
ran his fingertip down Jessica’s chin, neck, her chest. He moved around her
breast and nipple, following the smoothness of her skin. He circled around her
belly button, smiling, then down to her pants. There all his fingers moved into
her pants except for his thumb. He gripped her pants and felt the temptation
attack him. It was almost too much to take.

He wanted her.

But he already had her.

Slader took his hand away and stood
tall. He reached for the bottom of the silk sheet and flipped it up and over,
covering Jessica’s body. He touched her face one more time and then left the
room.

There was business to take care of
still.

At the front of the bus Slader
found Jerry standing, waiting for him. Slader stepped over the broken glass on
the floor, disregarding it. It wasn’t his job to clean that mess up.

“We don’t have to do anything
tonight,” Jerry said. “It’s late.”

“Late,” Slader said. “You know who
talks like that?”

“Who?”

“Businessmen who can’t cut it,”
Slader said. “There is no early. There is no late. There’s business and life.”

“Okay,” Jerry said. “Just wasn’t
sure if you wanted to sign papers this... well...”

“Give me the contracts,” Slader
said.

Jerry and Slader sat. Jerry opened
a leather bound folder and spun it around. He spoke and Slader ignored him.
Slader knew the routine. What to sign. Where to sign. How to sign it. This was
nothing more than a simple real estate deal. A project that had been stalled
for half a decade now due, in large part, to poor planning and a down economy.
That screamed opportunity for Slader. He picked up the and he planned to hold
it for six months to a year and wait for value. His name alone on the property
would increase the value... that was the beauty of being a billionaire and
being famous. It gave him anything and everything he wanted.

Slader wasn’t exactly sure what he
would do with the new project, but he knew something would come to him. If
anything, he could always turn it into a concert venue and play it. That would
be interesting to do. Slader had already thought about building several venues
across the country and just touring that way. There would be nothing else to
deal with. He’d own everything and he’d control everything.

After the last signature, Slader
closed the folder and stretched his hands. He spun the folder around and looked
at Jerry.

“You know you have more shows
pending,” Jerry said.

Slader nodded. He knew what shows
and when. He also knew the set lists and how each one would play out. There
wasn’t a detail spared from his mind and the same would be given to the fans,
if there were shows happening.

“Those shows aren’t going to
happen, are they?” Jerry asked.

“That’s why I pay you so much,”
Slader said. “You know me, Jerry.”

A normal manager would have been
angry. A normal manager would have screamed, broke something, threatened. But
Jerry wouldn’t for two reasons... first, he really did understand Slader. Second,
if someone wanted to get that upset with Slader, he’d put them through the
windshield of the bus.

Playing shows was one the greatest
highs in life. To take the souls and the needs of every single person in a
venue... a thousand people, ten thousand people, sometimes more... it had such
a feeling of empowerment to it. It was greater than standing on the top of some
of the high rises Slader owned. Being that high in the air was freeing, but
standing in front of so many people who needed him was something else.

Slader always kept the show
schedule full because he wanted to see how much he was needed. It was the
ultimate showing of power. However, many of those shows never came to life. Yet
it never made anyone angry. Slader dictated his musical career from day one.
The record companies fought for him and he sat back and waited. He signed with
one and waited for another to collapse. On the brink of collapse he bought it,
signed himself, then became even richer off the deal.

The fans who had bought tickets
collected them from the shows that never happened. Those tickets actually had
more value and meaning than a used ticket stub. That’s what Slader had built
for himself and his fans. Having the ticket was hope. Seeing the show was life.
Most fans were stuck in between that, waiting, needing.

Right then, as Slader sat on the
tour bus with Jerry, he wasn’t thinking about the shows and the fans. He was
thinking about the beautiful woman fast asleep in the bedroom. Her mind and
body relaxed. She was so innocent and yet Slader sat with Jerry while that
innocence lingered.

Anger overcame Slader. He stood
from the table and stared down at Jerry.

“Airport,” Slader said. “I need to
fly somewhere tonight. Right now.”

Jerry nodded. “Okay, Slader. I’ll
make the arrangements. As far as the shows...”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Slader said.
“They’ll all wait for me when I’m ready.”

“Slader, I’m happy you have someone
with you.”

“Happy?”

“Yes,” Jerry said. He slowly stood
up. “You seem taken in by her. By Jessica. Something is there with you two. I
know it’s not my business and sure, I’d prefer to see you play concerts... but
the look in your eyes...”

Slader grabbed the top of Jerry’s
shirt and twisted. It shut Jerry up.

“She’s always been with me,” Slader
said. “I just needed to find her.”

“Of course,” Jerry said. “I’m sorry
I said anything then.”

The anger stirred. If it was anyone
else they would have already paid dearly for the comments, but it was Jerry.
His heart was soft and golden. Slader took his hand away from Jerry and nodded.

“Plane,” Slader said. “I want to be
in the air in an hour.”

“Not a problem,” Jerry hurried from
the bus.

Slader rushed into the back of the
bus and just seeing Jessica made him feel relieved. Slader tugged at the sheets
and pulled them down just enough to expose her breasts. Slader groaned and
licked his lips. He would have her... forever.

The sky can shift, the world can
break, we can too. The stars can shine, the stars will die, the morning chases
it all away. The sun will rise, the clouds will float, another day for me to watch
you. And yes, that sun will set, taking the light off your face. The moon may
shine but it’s in your eyes - your eyes - that I find my entire life waiting.

.7.

Carrie sat outside the apartment,
shaking. Her eyes were puffy and sore. Her chest hurt. Her throat the same.
Even her stomach hurt as though she had done a thousand sit ups.

How could one man be so powerful?

Better yet... how could a one
minute encounter make Carrie feel the way she did?

Seeing Alex Slader in the flesh was
like coming to terms with everything that existed or didn’t exist in life. He was
tall, wide, strong, and commanding. The way he looked at Carrie made her feel
like a person. He actually saw her even though he didn’t like what he saw, but
it was the truth, wasn’t it? Carrie was bound to a contract with John, which
made her no better than all the people who were in that room after the concert.
The rockstars Slader hired to play. The women Slader hired to please those
rockstars. It was all the same.

Carrie was hired help. Hired help
for John’s needs, both personal and professional. He used Carrie to make deals
happen and then used Carrie’s body to ensure her own pleasure.

Carrie didn’t want anymore. She
hated that fucking contract and she wanted to burn it. She wanted out of it,
but she knew John would never allow that. In some sick way, Carrie feared he
would find a way to make her pay the money back. Or punish her. And then... the
last thing Carrie wanted to think about... was being alone. Jessica was with
Slader, somewhere, maybe under the billionaire rockstar or maybe riding on top
of him. It flooded Carrie’s body with jealously. What the hell did Jessica know
about pleasuring a man? Carrie knew if she could just have one chance... just
one chance at it... with Slader...

Carrie closed her eyes, but the
feelings didn’t go away. Slader had unlocked emotions inside her. Emotions that
had been waiting there for a long time, but the fear of being alone seemed to
be just a little greater than Carrie could swallow down. She feared going back to
where she came from, back to that place wishing she had someone like John to
help her. That’s where it all began and she didn’t want to go back.

The reality of the situation was
that she could take care of the contract with John and get what she wanted. As
Carrie stared out the windshield, she looked to the apartment building. The
apartment she and Jessica shared was right there. It occurred to Carrie that
perhaps she and Jessica didn’t have a friendship at all. They were
acquaintances at most. They needed each other at the time to survive by splitting
the bills. Sure, they laughed and got to know each other a little, did that
mean Carrie should suffer her entire life? It pained her to imagine life after
the contract with John. Would he want another contract? Would he want a
relationship?

She thought about Alex Slader
again.

Her job was simple, or at least in
writing it was simple. She needed to lure him in. Seduce him. Entice him. Make
him look away for just a second and then John could swipe in and steal a deal.
But that didn’t matter what was one deal? Slader was a billionaire. He could
control anything he wanted. Carrie wanted him to control her. She wanted that
chance again. She hadn’t expected to see him standing right behind her. Her mind
and emotions at that time were just so...

“Fuck,” Carrie whispered. She
opened the car door and got out.

She needed to go inside and face
John. There was no doubt he would be waiting for her. If she was successful, he
would fuck her. If she failed, which she did, he would either ignore her or
punish her.

The truth was that Carrie needed to
be touched, even by John. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to
close her eyes and get lost, thinking of Slader. She wanted to feel the
pleasure of a man and wish it was Slader. Nothing would compare to Slader, that
much she believed. First she’d have to face John.

Carrie opened the apartment door
and saw the small flood of light coming from her bedroom. The rest of the
apartment was dark and quiet. The jealousy shot through Carrie again. Jessica definitely
was with Alex Slader right then. Carrie had hoped to come home and find Jessica
upset, maybe crying, maybe wanting nothing to do with Slader ever again.

Feeling defeated, Carrie walked to
the bedroom and opened the door.

John sat at her desk, his laptop
open, working. His eyes were intent and his fingers typing fast on the
keyboard. He turned and looked at Carrie, smiled, then went back to work.

Everything mounted in Carrie and
she shook her head.

She couldn’t do this anymore.

“Nothing happened,” she said. “I
saw Slader and nothing happened.”

John’s fingers instantly stopped.

Just seeing that sent Carrie into a
panic. She regretted saying a thing to John. Slowly, John turned and stared at
her. He leaned against his chair and just stared. Carrie couldn’t quite figure
out the look in his eyes.

Hate?

Disappointment?

Surprise?

All three?

“What happened?” John asked.

“I got there and snuck in. I walked
around for a little while and ended up... there was a room for his band and the
sight...”

“What does that have to do with
me?” John asked.

Carrie swallowed. “Slader was
standing behind me when I backed away from that room. We were alone in a
hallway and I... I tried to say something but he was in a hurry to leave.”

“Wait,” John said. He stood up. He
stepped at Carrie and his moves were threatening. “You’re telling me you were
alone with him? In a hallway?”

“John,” Carrie whispered.

John’s hand shot out and took
Carrie by the mouth. His touch was gentle but the implications were not. He
shook his head, commanding Carrie to remain silent.

“You were alone with Alex Slader in
a hallway. And nothing happened.”

“I’m sorry,” Carrie said. “I
freaked out. He’s a rockstar. He’s a billionaire. He’s...”

John curled his lip and swallowed.
Carrie knew a long time ago that John was filled with cheap insecurities, which
was the main reason why he put the contract in place between he and Carrie, but
now it seemed those insecurities were getting to John and Carrie would pay for
those insecurities.

“Why didn’t you do anything?” John
asked.

“Do what? I wasn’t sure what to
say. My mind went blank.”

“He’s a fucking rockstar,” John
said. “Take your fucking clothes off. Pin him against the wall. Confuse him.
Distract him. Fuck, Carrie. You fucked this up.”

“No,” Carrie said. “I didn’t. He’s
playing again tomorrow night. I don’t know what to do now.”

“On your knees while you talk to
me.”

Carrie sighed and slowly moved to
her knees. She looked up at John. This was how John liked to do business
between them.

“Tell me your plan, Carrie,” John
said.

“I will see him tomorrow night,”
Carrie said. “It’ll be fine, John. Tonight was overwhelming, okay? I’m being
honest. I could have lied but I didn’t. I saw him and I froze. He’s the biggest
rockstar in the world. Just looking at him is intimidating.”

“Isn’t your roommate fucking him?”

Carrie felt the jealousy punch her
in the gut. She nodded. “Yes. Jessica is with him right now.”

John touched his face.
“Interesting. Maybe I can offer her...”

“No,” Carrie cried out. “No.
Please, John. Punish me.”

“Punish you?”

“For not listening.” Carrie
couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she couldn’t lose this. She needed
John. The fear spread through Carrie like she never felt before in her life.
“Please, John, I’m begging you.”

“Yes, you are begging me,” John
said. “Stand up, Carrie.”

Carrie hurried to her feet and
faced John. “John...”

“See, your roommate is with him
right now,” John said. “A little flirting, a quick contract, I could have her.
I know I could. She’s easy.”

“She’s not me,” Carrie said.

“What do I care? I’ll have both of
you then.”

That thought seemed to hurt worse
than anything else John had said or done yet.

“You can trust me,” Carrie said. “I
deserve to be punished for this, John. I messed up. Big time. I froze when I
saw Slader and I messed up.”

“Okay,” John said. “I’ll punish
you, Carrie. I’ll punish you. Turn around and take your pants and panties down
but not off. I’ll show you what your future holds if you fuck this up.”

Carrie did as told. Her panties
clung to her body, still slightly damp from Alex Slader. When her panties were
around her ankles, Carrie looked down and it all hit her again. This could have
been her fate... or better yet, this would be her fate, with Slader. The
moisture quickly returned to her delicate body.

John’s fingers slid between her
legs from behind. He pushed and curled his fingers, sliding them into Carrie.
She groaned and bent forward, wanting John inside her. John put his hand to the
top of her back and pushed her to the bed.

“Hands behind your back,” John
said.

Carrie listened. John was gone for
a second and returned with the sound of metal clinking. Carrie didn’t need to
look, she had the sound of handcuffs memorized. Her entire body began to shake.
There was a time when submitting to John was erotic and fun, but that time was
long gone. This was business. This was punishment yet Carrie was trying to
sneak in some pleasure. Her body was too tender, to just let everything go.
Plus, she gave John her word. Tomorrow night she would go to the next concert
and have Slader.

John put the handcuffs in place.
With one hand, he held the chain between the cuffs, feeling powerful. Carrie’s
body ached more than ever. She listened to John unzip his pants and then she
felt the engorged tip of his erection slide along her tender pussy. She bent
her knees, desperate to feel him inside her. She even thrust herself back,
arching herself in any way possible to have John in her. He finally lined
himself up and pushed forward, entering her with ease. Carrie couldn’t help but
wonder if it would be that easy for Alex Slader to fuck her. Probably not. He
would be bigger, thicker, more challenging to accept.

With John deep in her, Carrie
closed her eyes and let him fuck her, not that she had a choice in the matter.
When she closed her eyes, she saw Slader. She saw him standing there in that
hallway, staring down at her. She envisioned herself touching him, starting
with his shoulders and then quickly moving down...

Carrie cried out as John sped up.

“That’s right,” John said. “Take
it. Take it all.”

He thrust hard and pulled at the
cuffs. A mild pain shot through Carrie’s wrists but she could ignore it. In her
mind, she was on her knees, tasting Slader. Her small hand struggling to wrap
itself around him. In her mind, Slader took a handful of her hair and pulled
her back to her feet and then turned her around.

Carrie found herself pumping her
body like she had never done with John before. John then froze in place and let
out a whimpering grunt. She never heard him - or a man - make that kind of
sound before. Carrie didn’t care. She was somewhere much different in her mind
as this all happened. John placed his hands to her ass, and then hips,
squeezing and moving like he wanted her to slow down or stop, but there was no
stopping Carrie. She thought about Slader in her, wanting to feel him release.

Then it happened... as she moved at
him one more time he thrust forward and began to come. Carrie held in place but
kept rocking her hips. She milked every last drop of John’s orgasm out of his
body, but all she could think about was Slader.

John pulled from her and hurried to
put himself away. Carrie stood and turned to face him. She saw the look of
shock and awe on his face. He was blushing, his eyes were wide, and he looked
wobbly.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
“Carrie... what the fuck...”

“I’m just really sorry,” Carrie
said.

At that point, her entire life was
nothing but a lie, so she kept it going. She figured she would do anything to
get to Alex Slader. Only then would she live with honesty in her heart.

John released Carrie from the
handcuffs and then kissed her deeply. Carrie never had John kiss her like that
before. She wanted to close her eyes and slip somewhere else.

The kiss ended and John allowed
Carrie to dress. She lifted her panties and pants while John sat the desk, back
to his laptop. She watched as he looked for the next Ashes in Vain show dates.

“What the fuck?” John asked.

“What’s wrong?” Carrie asked.

John stood and the chair flew back
and crashed into Carrie’s legs. She cried out as he stormed from the bedroom.
Carrie looked at the screen and felt her heart drop to her feet.

The date was there. The show
listed. But then there was something written over it. In big, red, bold letters...
CANCELLED.

So were the next five Ashes in Vain
shows.

They were all cancelled.

“No,” Carrie whispered

She knew that Alex Slader was
famous for canceling shows all the time without remorse to the fans, but to
cancel these shows...

“No,” Carrie said again.

“Yes,” John said as he came back
into the bedroom.

He went for Carrie’s closet and
tore it open. She watched him throw a bag to the bed and point to it.

“You know what to do,” he said.

“John...”

“You know what to fucking do,” John
said with a little more anger in his voice.

“I was there tonight.”

“You didn’t do the fucking job,”
John said. He looked at Carrie and his eyes were cold and calculated. “You were
there. You saw him. You messed up. You know what to do.”

This time John snapped his fingers
at the bag.

Carrie hesitated. She didn’t want
this. She didn’t want to do this.

“Okay, let me help then,” John
said.

He went to Carrie’s dresser and
opened the top drawer. He started to throw panties, thongs, and bras to the
bed.