One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series) (9 page)

Slader felt Jessica throbbing,
coming, and she buried her face to his chest and cried out.

Slader then felt his own body
react.

It
was time.

The command came from deep within.

And with a few more thrusts, Slader
reached his own climax.

Deep inside Jessica, Slader held
there and began to come. He spilled into her over and over, but it was Jessica that
did the work for Slader. He remained in place, inside Jessica, and she gently
lifted and lowered her body, allowing her warm, tender sex to ease everything
from Slader’s body.

When they finished, Slader rolled
to his side, keeping Jessica with him.

“You are now mine,” Slader
whispered.

Jessica nodded.

Her eyes were intense and
beautiful. They were innocent and pure.

They were under his control now...
the power of sexual desire that matched the power of music. Alex Slader knew
both very well.

My
eyes are blind. My eyes are blind. My eyes are blind. My eyes are blind.

What
has he done? What has he done? What has he done?

My
destiny. My destiny.

You.

.15.

Carrie woke with a smile on her
face. She rolled to the other side of the bed and found John sitting up. The
night hadn’t ended in the hotel room. In fact, in many ways, it had only begun
then. With the pictures they needed, Carrie and John rushed back to the
apartment where John fulfilled the contract by having sex with Carrie, starting
with her chosen position. After a few minutes, the contract, as always, went
into John’s favor. He then commanded the night for two hours before finally
climaxing. Carrie was then contractually obligated to shower herself and climb
into bed for sleep.

Normally, John would be gone by
now.

This was a little treat that he was
still here.

But Carrie knew why.

John had plenty of work to do on
the new condos... that was, if everything had gone to plan. It wasn’t Carrie’s
concern nor problem if things didn’t work out. She put in her effort, abided by
the contract she had signed with John.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

John lifted his cell phone, a
signal for Carrie to wait.

Carrie rolled to her back and took
a deep breath.

She thought about her life for a
few seconds, but they were mere seconds wasted. It didn’t matter how she ended
up where she did. All that mattered was that she enjoyed her life. Aside from
the way John sometimes acted, she did enjoy it. The sexual command of the
contract was really hot... and it was something she could count on. For a life
built on broken dreams and heartache, at least Carrie knew what was going to
happen.

And it would happen because of the
sexual contract.

That was why she was never tempted
to break her promise of silence and tell Jessica about the contract. She feared
nobody would understand. The only way someone would truly understand was if
they had been in Carrie’s shoes. Lived her life. Felt her pain. Anyone who saw
someone like John... rich and good looking... with the offer he had given to her...

“Perfect,” John said.

He stood from the bed, dressed in
his suit, and took a phone call.

He left the room and Carrie
remained in bed, waiting.

When he returned to the room a few
minutes later, his hands were in his pockets and he was smiling.

“It’s all done,” John said.

“Done? Done as in good... or done
as in bad?”

“It seems that Thomas has had a
change of heart,” John said. “I talked to him and he’s willing not to just
negotiate the thought of selling his land to my company... he’s willing to come
down on the price, pay the taxes for this year, and simply just disappear.”

“How strange,” Carrie said with a
vixen smile.

“I even had the chance to ask him
if he had more land,” John said. “He hesitated, which told me he had plenty of
it. Plenty.”

Carrie giggled.

It felt good to be bad.

Somewhere inside her heart, there
were feelings, but most of it was simply numb. For a man like Thomas, a rich
businessman willing to cheat so easily on his wife, why not let him suffer? Why
not let him worry if those pictures would ever surface? He was prominent and
that meant he would be under John’s command from here on out.

“I’m glad we got that taken care
of,” John said.

He walked to the edge of the bed.
He grabbed the sheet and started to slowly move it off Carrie’s nude body. That
was also part of the contract... after sex, she would shower and sleep naked.
The scent of her soft skin being enough to tempt any man. That’s what John
enjoyed. The temptation of knowing Carrie was all his.

The sheet moved past her breasts. Carrie
giggled again and looked down to her small, perky nipples. They were tiny nubs,
a light shade of pink.

“No touching,” John said. “I just
want to look.”

“Of course,” Carrie said.

John stared for a few seconds and
then he began to adjust his tie. He stretched his neck and his face became
suddenly serious.

“We have more work,” John said.

“Already?” Carrie asked.

“You know what’s next.”

Carrie swallowed. She turned her
head.

“Look at me,” John said.

“John...”

John rushed to the side of the bed
and grabbed Carrie’s face. He forced her to look at him. His stare was intense
and scary. He looked powerful and dangerous at the same time.

There was something in the contract
that gave him more power than Carrie sometimes felt comfortable with. The word
punishment
was thrown around too easily in the contract and while it excited Carrie...
handcuffs, rope, blindfolds... it was the physical force that John used
sometimes that scared her. Just like then. Holding her face, forcing her to
stare at him.

“You signed the contract,” John
said. “We have work to do.”

“Yes,” Carrie whispered. “Yes.”

“Good. Good girl...”

John released his hold and his hand
crept down to one of Carrie’s breasts. He cupped her and squeezed, groaning. He
then pinched her nipple and pulled, bringing tears to Carrie’s eyes.

“Let’s discuss this,” John said. “I
have something for you.”

He walked to the other side of the
room and grabbed his briefcase. He put it on the bed, the financial businessman
he was, and he opened it. He took out a document and placed it on the bed.

“This covers the basics of what I
need,” John said. “I’m tired of competing for a name in this city. I want it
all, Carrie. I want to control everything I can get my hands on. And that goes
beyond the bedroom. Beyond you.”

John smiled with a sick
implication.

The thought came to Carrie,
wondering if John had other contracts out there. Other people working for him,
performing for him.

“This one is the most important,”
John said. “This one has been cultivating for a long time. And it just so
happens a little luck has fallen... and that’s why we need this now.”

“How soon?” Carrie asked.

“The moment the door opens,” John
said.

“The door...?”

John laughed. A greedy, sick laugh.
He lifted a hand and pointed with one finger. He pointed to Carrie’s wall. The
gesture may not seem like much, but it was what it meant... John wasn’t just
pointing at Carrie’s wall, he was pointing as Jessica’s room.

I
will never go back. I will never cross a crying sea. I will never wash my body
in the salty sadness of the fate I’ll never face again. I’ll wake with clear
eyes, a broken heart, but my mind will rest once again.

I
will.

I
will.

.16.

Jessica opened her eyes, expecting
the fantasy to be over.

It
wasn’t.

The fantasy remained next to her,
his eyes closed. She touched his cheek and found his jaw bone. She followed it to
his chin. She touched Slader’s lips and then took her finger to her lips. She
kissed her finger, feeling girly and foolish for doing such a thing but she
didn’t care.

She had gotten her one night.

The ultimate one night stand as far
as she was concerned. A night with Alex Slader, the ultimate rockstar. Her body
thanked her by throbbing and aching. A mild pain remained between her legs,
giving her the feeling of being a virgin. She’d never had someone thrust at her
like Slader had done the night before. The passion in his eyes, the power of
his body. She’d never come like that. Her orgasms had been so intense, they
almost hurt.

Jessica never thought pain and sex
could go together, but with Alex Slader, they certainly did.

Slader opened his eyes, suddenly,
and just stared at Jessica. For a few seconds Jessica wondered if he was having
the same thoughts as she. The thoughts of sex. The thoughts of everything being
real.

But she couldn’t accept that.

Slader was a rockstar.

He had sex every day of his life.
Probably more than once. Probably with more than one woman... maybe a few at
the same time. Over and over. Living that wild life of sex, music, booze,
drugs, and the indulgences that came with the career.

Slader touched Jessica’s face. She
felt the roughness of his fingers and it made her shiver. Her nipples became
instantly hard, her sex throbbing and dampening. She didn’t want the one night
stand to end. She wanted it to be the beginning. She wanted the one night stand
to turn into an all day stand... or a life submission.

Jessica bit her lip, trying to keep
from breathing too hard or making any noise.

“Beautiful Jessica,” Slader
whispered.

His warm breath tasted like sex and
sleep. He inched towards Jessica, his hand moved to her neck. She came at him
as he pulled her. Their lips touched and Jessica finally had to moan.

The kiss was way too short for
Jessica’s needs.

“Are you leaving soon?” Slader
asked.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. Time is still moving. You
have a story to tell, don’t you?”

“I do,” Jessica said.

And she really did.

Her plan would work still. She just
needed to find the strength to climb out of bed. She hated the idea of leaving
Slader.

But everything came to an end,
didn’t it?

Sex. Lust. Life.

“Go then,” Slader said. “I have to
record today.”

“New song?”

“New inspiration,” Slader said. “I
like to hit record and just explore everything that comes to me. I record for
hours upon hours, waiting for the right thing to come. And sometimes it’s not
until I listen to the recordings that I find it. It might be a note that I
randomly hit. It might be a sequence that I didn’t even realize I played. Or it
might just be something I’ve said. Or the silence... the worst sound of it all.
Right? Silence.”

“Yes,” Jessica said. “Silence. It’s
scary.”

“It’s ending,” Slader said.
“Silence is... death. And death will take us all.”

“I hate silence,” Jessica said.

She thought of her sister right
then. The silence of her sister’s voice. The silence of her sister’s room. The
silence of what her sister had done...

As tears came, she closed her eyes.
A few tears made their way out and when she felt Slader touching her face
again, she jumped.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t
mean...”

“It’s beautiful,” Slader said.

Jessica watched as Slader stared at
the tear on his finger. He was amazed by it and something about that sight made
Jessica feel as though she needed to weep some more. Just being that close to
Slader did something to Jessica. She felt so open. She felt so willing to trust
him. Everything about his eyes called to her, controlled her.

Slader slid the covers off
Jessica’s body.

It was definitely time to leave.

“Thank you, Slader,” Jessica
whispered.

Slader touched Jessica’s chest.
With his pointer finger, he drew a line down between her bare breasts.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” Slader
said.

Jessica found the strength to leave
the bed, get dressed, and leave the hotel. Each step she took away from Slader
was like a little shot to her heart.

When she got home, she was relieved
to find Carrie sitting at the dining room table, leafing through a magazine, a
cup of tea in front of her. There was power in the innocence Carrie had,
innocence that made Jessica feel more at home.

“How was your night?” Carrie asked.

She stared down at the magazine.
Jessica knew that sign from Carrie. Something had happened with John. Normally,
Jessica would sit with Carrie and talk to her. Help her through whatever it was
John did now.

But this morning Jessica had work.

“Long night,” Jessica said. “I have
to type my story.”

“So... you got it?”

“And then some,” Jessica said.

Carrie looked at her. It was a
distant look. An empty look.

“Are you two going to see each
other again?” Carrie asked.

“I have no idea,” Jessica said. “As
far as I’m concerned, it was the greatest one night stand in the world. But,
honestly, Carrie, there’s something about him...”

Jessica felt emotion overcoming
her. She had to back off fast. She couldn’t talk about Alex Slader. Not to
Carrie. No offense to Carrie. She didn’t understand this stuff. She was an
innocent woman. She had a boyfriend who controlled her but for all the wrong
reasons. Aside from that, Jessica didn’t know much about her roommate. Other
than at the right time they both needed a roommate and found each other.

“I really have to get this story
written.”

Jessica walked away.

Her mind, her body, even her heart
was all focused on Slader.

When she sat at her laptop, the
words came fast. The problem was that they weren’t the words she needed to
tell. They were the words she wanted to tell, just to see in writing the truth
of Alex Slader.

None of it would work though.

None of it.

Jessica printed what she wrote,
then deleted it. She repeated the same process a total of four times. Each time
she read her printed words, they were golden, but not meant for Mr. Plink. No
way. Jessica couldn’t imagine painting Alex Slader as a dominating romantic
rockstar. That wasn’t her job right then. Her job was to tell the story of the
show. The man behind the show. The band...

Ashes in Vain.

Jessica closed her eyes and typed.

An hour later Jessica had the story
written, edited, sent, and she stared at her cell phone. The call came five
minutes later, the fastest she’d ever gotten a call after submitting a story to
Mr. Plink.

“Jessica,” he said when she
answered, not giving her a chance to say hello.

“Mr. Plink.”

“I have your story here,” he said.
“Raw words, yes. But I also have something else interesting here.”

“Something else?” Jessica asked.
“Did I...”

Jessica started to worry. She
deleted everything else she wrote, right? She hoped she didn’t accidentally
send something over.

“Yes,” Mr. Plink said. “You sent me
a story about Alex Slader... and Jessica, he’s standing in my office. Looking
for you.”