Rock Me Page 4

  I kept my eyes glued to my plate. I knew what happened after that club and it was Heaven. Only it was short lived. “Well, she is eighteen,” I blurted out. I had no idea why I was defending her when she had lied to me but I didn’t like to hear anybody talk about her.

  When I finally looked up Nick was staring at me and Dillon was watching us like the best action movie he’d ever seen. “She knows better. Dad taught her better than to go slutting around.”

  I snorted. I couldn’t help it. “Something funny?”

  I shrugged, wiping the crumbs from my hands over the box. “I’d hardly say one night out makes her a slut. I know girls that fuck different guys every night, that’s all.”

  “Well the girls you sleep with and Missy are in two different categories.”

  Not really. I kept a small smirk on my face and stood up. “Shows how much you know, bro. I like ‘em real sweet.”

  I turned and walked up to the top story of the bus.

  Unable to help myself, my eyes swept the room for Missy. The bathroom door was opened; the sweet scent of her soap still lingering in the air, and her bed was empty. Then I saw her hunched down over my small chest that had my smokes and other things in it.

  “What in the hell are you doing in my stuff?”

  She jumped back and hit her head against my nightstand. “Crap!” she shouted, cupping her head.

  “What are you doing?” I asked again, eyeing the chest in the corner.

  She opened her mouth a few times and then snapped it shut. Keeping my eyes on her, I walked over to the box and looked down. “Were you looking at the marijuana, Missy?”

  Her cheeks turned redder than I’d ever seen. “I was curious,” she said.

  I lifted a brow. “Curious, huh? I wouldn’t take you for a smoker.”

  “I’ve never smoked. Like I said,” she stood up. “I was curious.”

  “Your dad would kick your ass if he saw you around this stuff. It’s not good for you.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You do it.”

  I closed the box and kicked it underneath my bed. “I said it wasn’t good for you, not me.”

  “Oh, so it’s okay for you to do it but not me?”

  I watched her face and couldn’t help but smile. She took a step backwards when I stepped toward her. “Weed makes you forget your problems. You don’t have any problems, Missy.”

  She tried to turn and walk away but I caught her elbow. “You don’t know anything about me, Paxton Evers.”

  Tracing her lips with my eyes, I heard her gasp and I felt it in my goddamn toes. “I know that that pretty little mouth it far too sweet to ruin it with cigarettes or weed. And since I’m not sure if I’m finished tasting it yet, you won’t be getting any from me.”

  The way her lips parted, and her eyes lowered to my own mouth was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she said.

  “No, I don’t, baby. But I can tell you that if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to strip you out of those thousand dollar jeans and have my way with you.”

  “Liar,” she said.

  “Don’t tempt me, Missy unless you’re prepared for the consequences.”

  She pulled her arm but I held on tight. “What consequences are those, Paxton?” she snapped.

  “You know good and damn well what they are.”

  She smirked. “I didn’t peg you for a chicken. I figured, “The” Paxton Evers wouldn’t care about the rules.”

  If I hadn’t been on that tour bus I’d bend her over and spank her ass. She was testing me—tempting me to kiss her. Take her like I did at my house. And goddammit if I didn’t want to.

  Without my consent, I was staring at that pretty mouth again. The bus hit a bump and I stumbled forward toward her and it seemed to knock some sense into me. I let go of her arm. “Go to bed, Missy.”

  I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I made a beeline for the bathroom and locked the door behind me this time. I couldn’t have her sneaking a peek and panting like last time. Because my self-control wasn’t ready for it. I splashed water onto my face, and rubbed my fists against my eyes until I thought they’d combust from friction.

  Sometimes I thought that God had to hate me. What did I do to deserve this kind of punishment? Four long months with the girl that makes my toes curl, only for her to be off limits. Yep, I’d ticked the man upstairs off.

  ***

  The hallway was long and it seemed endless. To my four-year-old self it seemed like a lifetime away but in reality it was only a few doors down.

  Thunder banged against my eardrums and I dove underneath a table in our hallway for cover. I hid beneath my blanket for a few minutes. My teeth chattered from fear, a choking lump formed in my throat. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I waited until the thunder had stopped before I got the guts to jump up and run toward my parents’ room.

  The door was cracked and a mouse scurried across the dirty floor toward the bathroom. I shivered and hid my scream. Dad hated when I cried, it made him really angry, and so I learned how to keep my emotions in check at a very early age.

  Lightning struck and it lit up my parents’ room and that’s when I realized it was empty. I pushed against the door and stood in the doorway staring at the unmade bed.

  Their belongings were gone. No furniture or clothes. Only an unmade bed. Tears threatened my eyes, and I felt a lump grow in my throat.

  They were gone. They’d left me alone. Thunder crashed again and I ran to their bed and dove underneath their covers. Their sheets smelled like them but the room didn’t feel the same. They had left.

  They’d abandoned me.

  I felt sobs break from my lips and I cried until the sun came up. I was alone.

  Alone.

  Alone.

  Alone.

  ***

  “You’re not alone. Are you okay? Paxton, please wake up.”

  I jerked awake, flinging my sheet off of me and sitting up against the headboard. I blinked a few times and realized I had a nightmare. Like a baby. Like I was that four-year-old again. I didn’t have the nightmare often, but when I did it sucked. I scowled at myself and wiped my palm down my face.

  “Paxton?”

  Shit. I looked over my hand at Missy kneeling by my bed. Her blond hair was in a twisted bun on top of her head, no make-up and her round eyes wide and watching me. “Are you okay?”

  I swallowed. She looked beautiful. And if I hadn’t been completely humiliated about my nightmare I would have told her. “Go back to bed,” I whispered.

  She blinked a few times, got up but went to the bathroom. I tried to strain my neck to see what she was doing but she had half-way shut the door. A few minutes later she walked out of the bathroom with a rag in her hand and a glass of water.

  She kneeled beside me and pointed for me to lie down. I did. Her soft fingertips brushed my hair away from my eyes and she rested the cool cloth on my forehead. Heat engulfed my stomach and I felt a jittery feeling all over me. What the hell? I did not get those kinds of feelings.

  “You know, I used to have nightmares,” she whispered, her gaze dropping from my eyes to the comforter.

  “Oh, yeah, about what?” I asked, turning to my side. She watched me slowly and I was too aware of how her eyes watched my bare chest and how she didn’t have a bra on under that tank top.

  “I’m not sure exactly.” She picked at a string on my sheet. “They were different each week. I’d fall off a cliff one day, and the other I would be chased but never know who was chasing me. But I had them for years.”

  “Where is your mom?” I asked, watching as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

  “She lives in California too. My dad got custody of us when they divorced and I go stay with her whenever I can but I can’t live there. Dad won’t let me.”

  I reached down and swiped the pad of my thumb against her jawline. “You miss your mom?”

  Pink flushed her cheeks. “Yeah, I do
. There is so much I want to talk to her about but my dad took my phone because—,” she trailed off because we both knew the reason.

  I grinned down at her. “Because we slept together?”

  She sucked on her lip again. “He doesn’t know it’s you, and I promise not to tell him. I wouldn’t want you to get kicked out of the band.”

  I lifted a brow and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “You think he would kick me out because of that?”

  She frowned. “That’s the reason I hadn’t dated before now. Well, besides the chaperoned dates my dad let me go on in high-school.” She rolled her eyes. “He made our driver take us and never leave us alone. And they didn’t like me anyway.”

  Sadness etched her face. “What made you think they didn’t like you?”

  “Because they were just trying to get close to my dad. I’d only been kissed one time before you kissed me.”

  What the hell. I looked at her lips. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to kiss that mouth? Hell, fuck that mouth. Were those boys blind?

  Missy sucked her lip in again and blinked back tears. She was humiliated and I wanted to fix that. I wanted to make those blue eyes happy. So what if I’d deflowered her. I could see myself dating her, what’s one rule broken? Right? Right.

  Before she could pull away, I reached out over the side of the bed, grabbed the nape of her neck and tilted those pretty lips up toward me.

  “You have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen, Missy. I hardly believe anyone could not want to do ungodly things to them.”

  Missy’s eyes widened and her lips parted in the most unknowingly sexy way I’d ever seen. “Missy, I’m going to kiss you now and make up for those pricks that didn’t realize what they were missing.”

  A moan slipped from her throat and I was a goner. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against hers. She stilled against me and I almost pulled my lips away but I didn’t. I waited. Because I knew there was no way she didn’t feel that gravitational pull that I felt around me.

  And she leaned forward, parting her lips and letting me invade her mouth. I felt hungry, so I slipped my right hand down on the floor and dropped to the floor until I was hovering over her.

  I reached around her waist, pulled her toward me and sat against the wall so that she was straddling my waist. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt what she was sitting on and only her thin panties and my boxers separated us.

  “Don’t worry, Princess. You’ve already had it, remember? He won’t bite.”

  Red covered her neck and cheeks but when I curled my finger in invitation, she leaned down and hovered her mouth over mine.

  “You’re so damn cute,” I whispered against her mouth. She was starving for it, and I wanted to hear her say it. “You want me to kiss you again, Missy?”

  She nodded.

  “Tell me.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath and glared helplessly at me. “I want you to kiss me,” she whispered.

  Fuck, I wanted to fuck her. Right then. No regrets. But she was fragile and I’d already shattered her once. So I bent my head and took her mouth with mine. Her fingers laced around the back of my neck and I spanned my hand over the prominent curve at the small of her back.

  I nipped her bottom lip from one side to the other until she was shaking in my arms. Her small fingers pulled tighter in my hair and she whimpered. “What is it, baby?” I whispered against her mouth. “What do you want?”

  I stared at her through heavy lids and waited for her to say it. Pink assaulted her cheeks and she tugged on her lip again which got her another round of me fucking her mouth. Her taste was addicting—so sweet—and I lapped at it like candy. She tasted like fucking candy.

  “Say it,” I reminded her.

  “More,” she whimpered grinding down on me. “More.” She looked like she was willing to beg for it, but I knew after the first night that I wouldn’t be able to turn her down again. Even after I found out she was a virgin, if I ever saw her again I would take her. She’s too sweet to share.

  Carefully, I reached up and pulled her tank top over her head until she was straddling me in nothing but her panties. “Too much?” I asked. The truth was that I didn’t understand our relationship right then or where it was going but I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I’d have her. I wanted her hundreds—thousands of times.

  “You’ve got to talk to me, Princess.” I stroked her cheeks with my fingers and kissed a trail up her neck to her mouth. “We can stop whenever you want to stop, baby.”

  “I don’t want to stop,” she whimpered.

  Oh, fuck. I was going to sleep with her again. I couldn’t have told her no if I wanted to. “Then we don’t stop.”

  She nodded and tightened her grip on me. I felt her heart beating wildly in her chest and I couldn’t get close enough to her, but I had to try. Opening her mouth wider, I assaulted her tongue with my own, guiding her mouth to a steady pace that wouldn’t make me bust a nut in my underwear. I needed to slow down or I was going to have another session like last time.

  Her moans were muffled by my groans and she began to grind herself against me, and it made everything so much harder—literally. I tried to steady her hips but she was pushing against me so hard and quick, riding me, dry humping like we were in tenth grade and I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her to enjoy everything she missed.

  “I’m shaking,” she pulled away and whispered. “I think I—I need you to do something to me please.”

  I knew exactly what she needed. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lifted her and dropped her down on my bed, and settled between her thighs. They clenched around my waist the way they did the first night. Which should have been a sign to me because she was so, so nervous but I couldn’t think about anything but being inside of her.

  I leaned into her and sucked her tongue into my mouth before trailing wet kisses down her body, over her belly button. When I got to her thighs, I spread them wide with my hands and kissed the outside of her dampened panties.

  “Oh,” she moaned, grabbing the sheets.

  I grabbed her wrists and guided her hands to my hair. “I’m new to you, baby. Show me what you like. Guide me.” She held eye contact with me and nibbled on the side of her lip.

  “I didn’t guide you last time?” she said.

  I grinned. “Because now I know that we’re going to be doing this for a while. I need to know what you like because if you don’t nut, neither do I.”

  I licked her from folds to clit in one long lick and she groaned and moved her hips upward. Her fingers clenched and pulled my head up where I nibbled on her clit and flicked my tongue ring at her over and over again. She’s shaking and not guiding me anymore, she’s so responsive to everything so I know she’s loving this.

  Fuck, I’m loving it.

  I nipped and sucked at her, up and down, burying my mouth into her scent and fucking her with my tongue, until I felt her heels slam into the bed and her back arch. Then I taste her sweetness all over my mouth and it made my dick ache.

  I kissed her gently as she came down from her high and kissed a path up her flat stomach and took her beaded, pink nipple into my mouth and teased it with my piercing.

  “Inside me, please,” she begged. “Please.”

  Her eyes were screwed shut like she was embarrassed to talk to me. We were going to fucking fix that. “Look at me, Princess,” I whispered against her throat.

  Her blue eyes opened. “Don’t be ashamed to tell me what you want. I’m here to make sure you come, and we never stop until you’re completely satisfied. Hear me? I’m not embarrassed to fuck you, and you shouldn’t be.”

  She blinked wide-eyed at me. “Okay.”

  I smiled down at her and reached over to my nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing it with my teeth. Missy watched me carefully. I jerked my underwear down my thighs and over my ankles until I was pressed against her wet folds.

  “You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to,” sh
e said, her eyes finding mine.

  I lifted a brow. “Actually, I do. No offense but I’m way too young for kids and so are you.

  “I’m on birth control pills; I’ve never missed a day.”

  Oh. I narrowed my gaze at her and touch her bottom lip. “Why would a virgin be on the pill?”

  “They regulate your periods. My mom got me on it a year ago but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to—,”

  I silenced her with my mouth, kissing her until I had to come up for air. “Oh, I want to, baby. I just may not last long. I’ve never had sex without a condom. It was drilled into my head.”

  She smiled. “Well, there is a first time for everything right?”

  I laughed and nodded. “Obviously. Hold on, baby. I’m going to make you feel good.”

  Sliding into her felt like Christmas morning to an eight-year-old. Her pussy muscles clenched tight around me, and I steadied her hips with my hands, warning her. “Don’t move to quick, baby. You’re so goddamn tight, I’m going to nut if you move.”

  She whimpered and tried to move her hips upward again but I stopped her with my weight. “Missy,” I warned and she stilled.

  Slowly, I eased my way into her tight wetness and pulled out. God, she felt so damn good.

  When I started moving my hips, she tossed her head backwards and met my hips with her own. She was shivering, everywhere. “Feel good?” I whispered, giving her a steady rhythm I thought she could take.

  “So much,” she whispered, a tear falling from the side of her face.

  I stopped. “Are you okay? You’re crying.”

  A giggle left her throat and she urged me on with her hips. “They’re not sad tears, Paxton. It’s because I feel so, so good.”

  I’ll take that.

  I dropped my mouth over hers. “Let me see if I can make you feel even better, Princess.”

  I slammed into her, again and then over and over again. I felt the pressure building inside of me. I reached between us and pressed the pad of my thumb against her clit, massaging and lightly scrapping my fingernail over the top. And she was screaming—loudly—rolling her hips and digging her fingernails into my back. “So, good,” she whimpered out.