Southern Rocker Boy (Southern Rockers Book 1) (15 page)

Her fingers tore away the shirt I wore, and the T-shirt I wore under it. She trailed the hardened line of every muscle as she dipped her hands lower and lower on my torso, until she unfastened my jeans and slipped a hand inside.

I groaned as she encircled my cock with her velvety hand. She stroked slow as she encouraged my erection to grow until I was rock hard. “I’ve dreamed about you,” she whispered in my ear.

I shuddered as I unfastened her jeans and slid the denim, and the smooth softness of her cotton underwear, down her toned legs. She opened up to me like a flower as I slipped my hand between her legs. She was hot and wet and soft. I explored her thoroughly until she was grinding against my hand. I was relentless. I stared into her face, my eyes locked with hers, until I could make her come hard around my fingers. She gripped my bare shoulders with her fingernails, pleading me with a whimper. I didn’t stop until she was thrashing under me.

I sat up to remove my jeans. My dick sprang forward, long and hard and ready for her. There was just one thing I needed to know.

“Are you sure?” I asked her in between slow, open-mouthed kisses as I savored her mouth.

She nodded. “Are you?” she asked.

“I’ve never been surer of anything,” I said. I fetched my jeans for one last thing. I tore open that condom wrapper with my teeth. “Put it on me,” I said.

She rolled it onto my hardened shaft. I lifted her legs on my elbows and folded her practically in half. With a kiss I thrust myself into her, capturing her scream in my mouth.

This is what I had been waiting for, and it was so much more glorious than I ever dreamed. She was tight around me, molding her body to mine with every squeeze. I lost myself in her eyes as I fucked her. They widened with every thrust. Cries grew to screams as I rode her right to the brink, then I would slow down again until she was whimpering for release.

“You made me wait,” I told her with an evil grin. “I’m going to make you wait.”

She squeezed herself all around me until I moaned. “You’re the boss. Ace.”

I drove myself inside of her, quick as lightning, until she was right on the brink again. There was a gleam in her eye when she called me an asshole. I captured her breast in my mouth as I fucked her hard and deep, toying with her with my teeth until I was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure. I didn’t stop until her breath caught and she was on the precipice of coming.

“Jonah,” she whimpered.

I flipped onto my back and pulled her across my lap. She straddled me, rubbing herself against my hardened cock with an evil smile. “Should I make you wait?” she asked with an innocent raise of her eyebrows as she bit her lip.

I smacked her right on the ass, hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re the boss,” I said.

She sank herself on top of me. I watched her face contort with pleasure as she buried me deep inside of her tight pussy. It was like a dream as I watched her ride me, her hands running up her body to cup her breasts for me before she leaned down for a kiss. I gripped her ass in both hands as I kissed her hard, claiming her in every way I could think to do it.

Every guy wanted her but she was mine. At last she was mine.

I met each languid thrust, desperate to come. She ground herself down on me, taking her time with each thrust, delighting in every new sensation. I reached in between our bodies to touch her clit, which made her gasp out loud before she moaned loud and long.

It was all the encouragement I needed. I sped up my finger on that hard little nub until she was screaming on top of me, a quivering mess as she came hard. I felt her convulse around me, so I drove myself inside her until I thought I might disappear. Finally I arched my back up with one triumphant thrust, coming at last.

She collapsed against me with a breathless kiss. I closed my arms around her and gathered her close. “Worth the wait?” she asked.

I nodded. “I gotta be honest with you. This was not how I saw the date ending.”

She held me close. “Is it ending?” she asked as she squeezed herself around my wilting member.

“No, darlin’,” I promised. “This is just the beginning.”

Her eyes were dark and hopeful. “You promise?”

I kissed her hard in response, flipping her back onto her back for round 2.

It was late by the time we made it back to Austin. She sat next to me in the truck, her possessive hand on my thigh. I had unlocked something in her, and it was a thing of beauty to watch it fly free. I wished I could take her home and make love to her all night. I knew I’d never get enough of her. Every time I thought about her my body responded. I had never felt this way about anybody.

I toyed with her hair with the hand outstretched to the back of her seat, driving with the other and stealing kisses whenever it was safe to look away from the road ahead of us. It felt right. Everything in my life was aligning. Like magic. It was almost too good to be true. By the time we hit city limits, I had to ask, “Just to be clear, you’re okay with me performing on Mondays, right?”

Her eyes met mine. “Only a bitch would tell you no.”

I rubbed her arm. “You can tell me anything, Lacy. If you don’t want me to do this, you can tell me.”

“But it won’t change anything, right?” she asked.

I thought about it. “No,” I finally said. “I want to do this.”

She nodded but I felt her close herself off from me again.

“Hey,” I said as I glanced at her. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

She nodded again but said nothing. Her eyes were practically childlike as she glanced up at me. “Promise me one thing,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“I get Tuesdays.”

Fire exploded in my veins. She was offering more than I ever dared dream. I grabbed her hand, kissed the tip of her finger before I crossed my heart. At the very next stop light, she rewarded me with a kiss so deep and long the people behind us had to honk to let me know the light had changed.

When we got to the club, we ended up making out in my truck long enough to steam up my windows. Her hand was down my pants and I couldn’t keep my mouth off of her body. I couldn’t wait to kiss every square inch of her. I wanted to take her again, but she regretfully pulled away. “Tuesday,” she promised as she opened the door. She got into her car and blew a kiss to me before she ambled away.

I rested my head on the back of the window to calm myself before I headed home. The day had worked out so much better than I had planned. Could it be possible? Could I honestly have a career and Lacy too? I just sat there for long minutes as I reveled in memories of the evening. If it was a dream, I was in no way ready to wake up.

A knock on my driver’s side window forced me to open my eyes. It was Jacinda.

Of course.

I rolled the window down. I realized her car was parked next to mine, which wasn’t there when I got there. Evidently she showed up sometime during the epic make-out session, when I was too distracted with Lacy to notice anything that happened outside the cab of my truck. But if Jacinda expected me to apologize, she was in for a long wait. I had made no bones to anyone that Lacy was the one I wanted. Now that I had her, no one could say shit to me about it. “What?” I asked.

She glanced around the steamy cab before she leveled those dark eyes back on me. “Just do yourself a favor, cowboy. Use protection. The only thing more dangerous than a Lacy that hates you is a Lacy that loves you.”

She sashayed off toward the club.

With a growl I started my truck and revved out of the parking lot.

Lacy and I continued to rehearse over the phone for the rest of the week, though the later the calls got, the dirtier the conversation. I told her in implicit detail what I would do to her when I got her alone the following Tuesday. I was going to rent a hotel room and pamper her like she should be pampered, and we would never have to leave the privacy of those four walls.

“All I really need is you and an old blanket,” she told me in a soft voice that made me shiver as though she had touched me.

“God, baby. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “But you may save yourself some trouble if you don’t make it too obvious at the club.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, much sharper than I intended.

I personally couldn’t wait to show her off to everyone at the club. She was my woman now and I wanted everyone to know it.

“Gay won’t be pleased,” she said. “And Jacinda will carve my heart out with a rusty spoon.”

I chuckled. “They can deal with it. I’ve never made any secret to either of them that I wanted to get close to you.”

She fell silent for a minute. “Yeah. I suppose you haven’t.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she lied.

I didn’t pressure her. If nothing else, I learned it was much better to let Lacy work her way around to giving of herself willingly.

By Thursday I was chomping at the bit to get to the club. I gave my mother a hasty kiss before I rushed right out the door. I was surprised I didn’t get pulled over as I sped across town. I got there in record time, even before Lacy herself arrived.

I waited in my truck until she drove into the parking lot. I didn’t bother getting out of the cab as she parked and walked over to the truck. “Happy Thursday,” she grinned.

“It is now,” I said, though I didn’t make a move. Both hands were in my lap. “I got something for you.”

Her eyebrow arched and she leaned in to see. I lifted a white rose from my lap. She laughed. “That’s not what I was expecting,” she said as she took the rose from my hand and held it to her nose.

“You’ll get that later,” I promised as I opened the door and stepped outside. I grabbed her in my arms and brought her up for a steamy kiss. She was breathless as we broke apart.

“I missed you, too, Ace,” she grinned. She held the rose in one hand and my hand in the other as we made our way to the club. Gaynell was in the bar area talking to Jacinda when we entered. She spotted our chummy demeanor with a hard glare. Jacinda leaned forward and whispered something to her.

“Told you,” Lacy said. I held her hand to my lips to kiss her fingers in reply.

We headed to the stage first. We had already selected the set for the weekend during one of our phone conversations, so all that was left was to perfect the performances with the band. We had talked about making it more interactive with the audience, figuring the next time Jasper Carrington came sniffing around, he’d have a show to see.

I never asked her about her first encounter with Jasper. I figured she’d share it with me when it was time. But there was no denying that this next show was a make it or break it performance for her.

She affixed the rose to her microphone for luck and we shared a smile.

“Jonah, can I see you in my office, please?” Gay called from the dance floor.

I glanced at Lacy, who nodded silently. She had warned me Gay would not take our budding romance well, but I didn’t care. Gaynell could have control over my career. My heart and my body were not for sale.

I skipped up the steps two at a time and closed the door behind me when I walked into the office. She had already taken her place at her computer. “Do you have any social media accounts, Jonah?”

I shook my head. “I don’t do selfies. I don’t take pictures of my food. And no one needs to know what I’m doing 24 hours a day,” I shrugged.

“That may have been true when you were a nobody,” she said as she spun the monitor around. “But as a budding star, you need a worldwide platform to reach your fans.”

She showed me a new website that boasted my name and my photo on it, with links to every other social media website that was currently relevant. “I got it started,” she said. “But you’ll have to keep up with it.” I was stunned by the amount of followers I already had. Apparently gossipmonger Miles O’Rourke had uncovered my identity and was currently doing his flamboyant best to get me exposure.

“Why does this guy even care?” I asked her.

“Jasper paid him to,” she answered simply. “Jasper is a titan in the media. He knows that the message is king. For every thousand followers you get, you can sell one ticket or one album. It’s all a numbers game.”

I sat in the chair. “So what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Participate,” she shrugged. She pointed out that Ariel had already tweeted a welcome to me, which fueled the rumors that she had a new boy toy.

“Wow,” I said. “That’s more than she said to me in person.”

I meant it as a quip but, again, Gay just shrugged. “It’s all about appearances right now. Give the audience something that they think they want and it’ll get their butts through the door. You’ll earn true fans once they hear you play.”

This was all going much too fast. I had just figured out I wanted to perform, and already she’s talking about fans?

“It’s a mixed blessing,” she advised. “The more you give, the more they’ll want. You’ll have to kind of play around with it to find that middle ground.”

“So, tweet hello but say no to fucking,” I said. My language didn’t faze her.

“If you’re good in the sack, you can fuck them all you want. Just don’t, for the love of God, knock anyone up.”

I braced, figuring that was where the Lacy lecture was supposed to segue. She didn’t bring it up, so I did. “Yeah, I won’t be screwing any groupies, Gay. I’m spoken for.”

She sighed as she looked at me. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that your whole PR campaign hinges on you being available.”

I shrugged. “Change it.”

“No,” she said in a low, slow voice. “I don’t think I shall.”

“I’m not going to perpetuate a lie,” I told her.

“Why not?” she said. “You’re perpetuating you’re anything other than some guy who just fell off the tractor.”

My face hardened and I stood.

“Sit down, Jonah,” she instructed. I paused long and hard before I finally relented. “I don’t think you’re quite clear on our relationship.”

“You pay me to sing and play. Pretty simple, Gay.”

“It’s simpler than that, Jonah. You signed a contract that gives me power to work as your agent. That means I get to sign off on all the decisions you make that affect your brand.”

“If you think you’re going to tell me who I can date,” I started, but she cut me off.

“Look, I don’t want to be in your bedroom any more than you want me there. Screw whomever you like, I don’t care. But your public image? That, I care about. And I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep it polished and shiny.” I looked away. “I can make you more successful than you ever dreamed you could be. You just have to trust me, Jonah.”

She walked around her desk to face me. “I don’t think you fully realize how much trouble we’ve all gone through already. While you’ve been out romancing your sweetie, we’ve put the wheels in motion to build your career. You’ll see it later tonight, when the doors open and your new fans file in. The reason they’re coming is because you have people in your corner smart enough to play the game. I’m not even asking you to lie, Jonah,” she added. “Just say nothing. If people ask you if there’s anything between you and Ariel, say nothing. If they ask you if you have someone special in your life, say nothing. Keep your private life private and your public life ‘no comment.’”

I still wasn’t convinced. Finally she brought out the big guns. “That’s what Lacy does. That part, at least, she gets like a pro. Tell me something. Did she grab your hand on the way in here, or did you grab hers?” I said nothing. It was answer enough. “Her private life is a locked vault. No one knows she has a kid. She keeps him under the veil of secrecy for his own protection. Something you might want to consider once you get a rather significant following.”

She grabbed some copy from her desk, printed articles about crazy fans. She pointed to one in particular. “You’ve heard of Giovanni Carnevale, right?
Fierce
judge, sex god, all that jazz. Some unhinged fan turned a gun on his lady and nearly killed her. Another maniac decided he wanted to blow her and her unborn child clear to kingdom come.”

I stumbled back to the chair. Gay went on. “Like I told Lacy, your stage persona is your best disguise. Protect it at all costs.” She rubbed my shoulders. “Like a superhero.”

“
The minute I opened my mouth, they all shut up, one by one. It was like a superpower
,” Lacy had said.

Apparently she wasn’t far wrong.

She handed me a bag. In it was a brand new computer. “All your account information is in the folder. All your passwords, all your handles.” She walked back around to the other side of the desk. “You can change the passwords, of course, but the way I have it set up now, most of updates can be done from the club, by my assistant, and it won’t really burden you at all. If you change the passwords, you’d be responsible for all the content. Save yourself some trouble and let us do it.”

“And if you post something I don’t agree with?”

“Delete it,” she shrugged. “And we’ll do the same.”

I sighed. “Anything else?”

“I need to take some press photos of you. We’ll take some stage shots of you on Monday, but leave a day open for me next week for some studio shots.”

I arched a brow. “And that’s all?”