My Rock #2 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #2) (3 page)

That was all the encouragement I needed. I erupted
like a volcano, reaching up to grab and squeeze
a tit
as I pumped her until I was dry. I realized then that she was coming again too
and rocked against her until I felt her body relax. She finally leaned harder
into the door and I leaned up against her.

Giving her a little bite on the shoulder I said,
“Fuck that was good.”

“Mm Hmm,” she said with a nod. I held onto her like
that until I got soft enough to slip out of her and then I flipped her around
to face me and we kissed again, hard. I leaned back and pulled up my pants. She
bent down to pick up her clothes and my horny cock actually twitched again,
just a little.

“I’m open for a good fuck anytime, baby,” I told
her. “You’ve got my number. Call me anytime you want a booty call.”

I didn’t really know her well enough to read the
look on her face. If I had to guess I’d think it was a cross between
satisfaction and embarrassment. She only nodded but it was encouraging enough
for now. I watched her get dressed and as I was sliding my t-shirt back over my
head she opened the door a crack and slipped out. She closed the door behind
her, leaving me standing there. By the time I opened the door to go out, she’d
disappeared.

CHAPTER
FOUR

ELLY

 
I sat in the library
and tried hard to concentrate on what was going on in my study group. I had a
big exam coming up and Susie had rightfully insisted I go with her to this
group. I wasn’t getting anywhere trying to study at home. All I could think
about was Tristan.

 
We were
sitting in a circle and the group leader was asking questions that we had given
him. We didn’t all have the same instructors, but our textbooks, quizzes and
tests were basically the same. Sam, the group leader takes the notes we give
him, and designs a test which we then take orally during the group and we each
take a written copy home with us to practice.

 
“Okay Elly,”
Sam asked me, “What’s a two shot?” He was going around the circle and he’d
landed on me. This was an easy one, first semester stuff.

 
“Um...It’s a shot that’s used a lot when there
are two subjects who need to be in a frame.”

“Good, are they both
facing the shot?”

“No, one is face on and
the back of the other’s head in in the shot.”

“Great!” Sam said. He
moved on to the next person in the circle and asked their question as my mind
wandered to my troubles with Tristan.

I had never in my life
just been someone’s booty call.
 
At
first, I was disturbed about that being all he wanted from me. The truth was
though, I didn’t really want more than that from him either. I didn’t know him all
that well since we really didn’t talk, but I knew enough to know that what he
had to offer was not what I was looking for. To be exact, I wasn’t really even
looking for anything, but now that I’d had the sex with Tristan, I loved it.
God help me I think I’ve even started to crave it. I had come to the conclusion
that I only had two problems with our current arrangement. First of course is
that we had to sneak around. I needed to make sure he understood how important
it was that there were no PDA’s between us. Second, I had to be sure that I was
the only one he was having sex with. It was the only way that I’d be okay
with…whatever you wanted to call this.

I had gone through all of the labels in my head. We
weren’t friends, and I didn’t imagine that we’d have much in common if we even
tried to be. We definitely weren’t lovers…lovers talked to each other and laid
lazily in each other’s arms before and after they “made love.” What Tristan and
I did was not even close to “making love.” It was sex, damned good sex and I
loved it. I guess I didn’t have to give it a name or put a label on it. I did
need him to promise me that I wasn’t only one girl in a string of ten. I wasn’t
bothered by the thought of him being with someone else in general, it was the
creepiness of him being with some chick and then me coming along right
afterwards and him being with me.

“Okay Elly, what is an Ambassador?”

“That is the name for the liaison who communicates
between the film crew and the area or culture that they want to film.”

“You’re on fire, Elly.” That was truer than he knew.
Every
stinkin
’ time I thought about Tristan, that
fire in my belly started flaring up. When he touched me it turned white hot.
That was why I had such a hard time just walking away from him. But I shouldn’t
have to, right? As long as we both acted like adults and kept things to
ourselves that weren’t anyone else’s business….

“Elly.”

“Me again?” I asked. Susie gave me a look that said
she knew where my head was at. I smiled at Sam and said, “Shoot.”

“Okay, let me find a hard one for you Miss Smarty.
Here we go, define Double system audio.”

“Damn! Wait a sec, I know this one.” I had to dig
down deep for it….”Okay, I got it. Double system audio is an audio that’s
recorded with a separate audio recorder apart from the camera. “

“And…”

“
Gimme
a sec! And…When
shooting double system, the audio is synched up with the picture by using a
clapper slate, so the sound of the clap can be aligned with physical clap seen
on camera. Also it’s used when shooting video to record a "dirty"
reference track with a camera mic to help with synching.”

“You’re amazing!” Sam told me. I suddenly let myself
imagine Tristan saying that to me and I got a little shiver down my spine.

Susie leaned over and said, “Stop it; get your mind
back on your studies.” she was grinning.

I smiled and said, “What makes you think I’m not
concentrating on my studies?”

“That shiver,” she whispered with a grin. “You’re
thinking about him,
perv
.”

I laughed out loud and got a stern look from Sam who
by the way is probably still a virgin. All Sam ever thinks about is production,
production and more production.

 
I made up my
mind during the study group that I was going to have to talk to Tristan about
the exclusivity thing. That was probably going to be easier said than done. He
was not much of a talker. I almost laughed out loud as I thought about the fact
that if we had that conversation it would be the longest one we’d ever had.
Yet, I’d had a crush on him since I was a little girl and he was a rock star. Now
I’m grown up and he’s my sex God. It was all so surreal that I felt like I
needed to pinch myself to see if it was even real life. I did and it was. Susie
was watching me again. This time she only shook her head.

CHAPTER
FIVE

TRISTAN

I was practicing for my song for Fresh Voices that
night and still kind of reveling in the afterglow of the amazing sex Elly and I
had in a fucking closet when somebody started banging on my door.
 
I would have just pretended like I wasn’t
home, but I’d just been strumming the damned guitar. Shit! I wasn’t in the mood
to talk to anyone right now…unless it was Elly and she was here for more.

I walked over to the door and said, “Who is it?”

“It’s your mom and dad,” I heard my mother’s
tremulous voice say. If that wasn’t a buzz kill, I don’t know what was. I’d
grown to hate the sound of that voice and I’d honestly be happy if I never had
to hear it again.
 

“I’m kind of busy right now,” I said. Then I held my
breath and hoped I’d get lucky and they would leave. I knew it was a pipe
dream.

“We just want to see you for a minute Tristan. We
haven’t seen you in over a month.” That time it was my mother’s whiney voice
that floated through the door.
 
“Just for
a minute.”

Shit! What the hell do they want? They always want
something but I’ve turned them down so often I rarely had to tolerate them
asking any longer.
 
I don’t know who they
bothered when they weren’t on my doorstep and I didn’t care. I appreciated the
reprieve.

I pulled the door open and said, “See, it’s me,
still alive. Thanks for stopping by.”

The old man looked like holy hell. He was shaking
and sweating and his eyes were sunken about six inches back into his head. I
was trying to remember how old he was…not quite fifty yet. He looked about
sixty five. Mom was pretty torn up herself, but she didn’t look like she was
about to drop dead at least.

Realizing my sarcasm was falling on deaf ears
anyways I asked him, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Tristan, baby…can we come in for a minute?” Great,
Mom’s broken out the pleading voice. She missed her calling; she should have
been an actress.

“I’m really busy…” I tried again.

“Please baby, just a minute.” Baby, yeah right.

Deciding it would be easier just to listen to what
they wanted and get turning them down over with, I stepped back and let them
in. The old man still hadn’t said a word and it looked like my mom was actually
holding him up. She led him over to the couch and helped him sit down. I
wondered if he was really that bad off or if they were playing it up, hoping I’d
feel sorry for him. Fat chance.

“Okay, Mom. What the hell is going on?”

She looked at my dad sadly and then took a deep
breath. My guess was she was giving herself some time to work up the tears in
her eyes. She obviously had no clue that either way whatever it was wasn’t
going to affect me.

“Your daddy’s real sick, honey. He needs to go into
a program, and he wants to…but they told him he couldn’t test dirty. Medical
doesn’t pay for detox anymore and we can’t afford it….He’s been trying to do it
on his own. I’m scared for him and to top it off, we’re between places right
now…”

“I don’t have any money,” I told her, hoping that’s
what they’d come for and they’d leave.

“We know that, honey. We’re not looking for money…”

“Then what, Mom? The only time you come around is
when you want something, so what is it?”

“He’s sick, Tristan. He’s really sick and I was
hoping you’d let us stay here for a while…”

I laughed. I know that sounds terrible, but unless
you were there while they were “raising” me, you wouldn’t understand.

“No Mom, you can’t stay here. This is a studio
apartment. I hung up a fucking curtain over there to make a bedroom. Where do
you think I’d put you?”

“Baby, we don’t need much space. I’m looking for a
job. Your daddy can’t work because he’s just so sick…”

“He’s not sick, Mom! He’s withdrawing from that shit
he puts in his veins!”

“He wants to quit baby…”

“And what about you, Mom. How long have you been off
the pipe?”

“It’s been over a month since I’ve touched the
stuff.”

“What are you substituting for it?”

“Nothing, baby. We both want to be clean. We want to
be the parents to you that we used to be…”

“Are you delusional? When were you ever parents to
me? Even before you both discovered how much you loved getting high, you
weren’t ever parents.” She had the audacity to look like I slapped her in the
face. Then she said, “It hurts me when you talk that way, Tristan. You know I
brag on you…even now. I was at the shelter the other night for dinner and that
Fresh Voices show was on. I saw your beautiful face flash across the screen and
my heart swelled with pride. I told everyone, ‘That’s my boy’.”

“That’s what this is, isn’t it? You’re wasting your
time, I haven’t won yet and even if I do win, you got the money the first
go-around. I get the money this time and you can keep living on the streets.
You’re done living off of me and my talent. None of which I got from either of
you by the way.”

I went over to the cabinet in the kitchen and took a
full vial of cocaine that I’d just bought out of the flour canister. I didn’t
care that I would be without, whatever it took to get rid of them. “Here, share
this with him,” I told her, like they were little kids with only one candy bar.
It was pathetic. “He’ll be fine in a while. Turn a few tricks and make some cash
until your welfare check comes and everyone will be okay. Alright? Get it out
of your head that I’d give you a single penny if I won that million dollars. It
won’t happen.”

Again, she looked hurt, and shocked that I would
talk to her that way. She was looking at me with what looked like real tears in
her eyes now. The old man was on his feet, headed towards the vial in my hand.

I tossed it to him and he looked at her and said,
“Come on, Brenda. He doesn’t give a shit.” It was all a fucking act. They came
for money for drugs, just like they always do.

I laughed again. The old man was taking my last G of
coke and he wanted to get in the last word before he left. These people were
too much. They would be poster children for sterilization before they managed
to procreate. Dad took my mother’s arm and led her towards the door.

Before they got there, she looked at me again and
said, “I don’t know what happened to you. You used to be such a sweet boy.”
That was it. I walked over and pulled open the door for them.