The Rocker That Holds Her (The Rocker...) by Terri Anne Browning
I showered, letting the hot water soothe my aching body. The whole time I stood under the spray of the shower I made plans. Growing up, when I wanted nothing more than to be a rock star, I had done nothing but plan: taking private lessons from the music teacher in middle school; convince Drake that he wanted to be a part of my band, because I knew I couldn’t do it without him; getting gigs at all the hot clubs while we waited to be recognized as talented.
I had wanted the rocker lifestyle more than anything at the time. Now, I was making plans for the one thing that meant more to me than my own life.
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I wasn’t surprised when I went back down to the beach and found Emmie asleep in the lounger Drake had carried down for her the day before. The big umbrella protected her from most of the sun, but it didn’t shade her body from me. She was wearing running shorts and a bikini top that barely held in her tits. Tits that I realized had grown at least a cup size.
Fuck! I had been a total freak for Emmie’s tits before, but now I was practically salivating for a taste of them.
Deciding to let her sleep, I walked into the water hoping that the coolness would relieve my sudden raging hard-on before I woke her up. It felt great to relax and not have to worry about what city we were going to end up in the next day. Life on the road had gotten old, and I was ready to settle down and make a home for us.
Making a mental note to call Rich later to find a realtor, I walked toward the shore and Emmie.
She was still sleeping soundly but I was ready to talk, or at least just sit and hold her. Grinning, I shook my wet head. Cool drops of water landed across her body and she jerked awake. Her sunglasses were pushed up and she glared up at me. “You ass!” she exclaimed.
Chuckling, I dropped down beside her on the lounger. She felt deliciously warm against my damp body. “You’re freezing. Is the water that cold?”
“Nah, it feels good to me.” I stole her sunglasses and placed them over my own eyes. Settling back, I cuddled her closer. “This is nice.” When she was comfortable with her head on my chest I told her about wanting to buy a house. “Let’s buy a house on the beach somewhere. Not that one…” I nodded toward the house behind us “…but something similar. Bigger.”
She seemed surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah. I like the beach and you seem happy here. We can’t live on a tour bus and in hotel rooms forever, Em.” I glanced down at her still flat stomach. It was mind-boggling to me that she was already four months pregnant and still not showing. Unconsciously, I skimmed my fingers up and down her bare arm. “Would you like to live in Florida or California.”
A small smile teased at the corners of her lips. “I don’t care.”
“Okay, I’ll call Rich later and have him find us a realtor. I want us to have our own place before the summer is over. Plus, I want to tell him that the tour for this fall is off. We can’t be traveling so much when you are seven months pregnant.”
Her head snapped up so fast she nearly clipped my chin. “What? You can’t cancel the tour.”
“Sure I can. You can’t tour with us that pregnant, Em. And I’m sure as hell not leaving you at home like that. Rich will get over it.” In a year or two. Rich and Emmie didn’t get along at all. I was just about fed up with Rich, and it wasn’t like we needed him anyway. Emmie had the connections now and the skills to handle any and all our needs as a band. She had been doing it practically from the time she came to live with us. When she turned eighteen, I had made sure that Rich put her on his payroll.
“But, Nik…”
I pushed her glasses up onto my forehead, giving her a look that told her to shut up. “Don’t argue with me, Emmie. Nothing you say is going to change my mind. There are more important things than a fucking tour.”
Her eyes widened but after a moment she smiled and rested her head back on my chest. “Whatever you say, Nik.”
“That’s right, woman!” It felt so good to just lie there, talking and holding her. “Let’s take a nap. I’m exhausted.” Her leg lifted and entwined with mine. Oh, shit. She nearly brushed against my now hard dick. “Then we can go get some dinner.” I ran my fingers through her hair, something that had always soothed me as much as it had her. “Just you and me …”
Her head snapped up again. “Like … a date?”
She sounded surprised and excited. I couldn’t help but smile, happy that she wanted to go out with me. “Just like a date, baby girl.”
Chapter 11
Dreams Don’t Come Close
After our nap I went to shower while Emmie got ready. My heart was racing. I don’t think I had ever been so nervous to go out with a girl in my life. Of course, it was the first time I was officially going out with a girl. I don’t think I had ever actually been on a date my entire life. Even before the band had become a sure thing, I had only cared about fucking. I hadn’t wanted to get attached to a girl while I was growing up, so I avoided all forms of commitment.
Emmie had never been the type of girl to linger in the bathroom over how she looked. When she wasn’t ready by the time I finished dressing, I went looking for her. I knocked on her bedroom door once before opening it and peeking in. “Hey, babe. Are you ready—” I broke off when I saw what a mess the room was.
I hadn’t been in the shower more than twenty minutes. Since then her room looked like it had vomited the contents of her luggage across the room. My eyes caught the sight of one of her bras hanging from the bed post and my cock swelled. Clearing my throat, I forced my eyes back to Emmie. “Em?”
A sob that tore at my heart escaped her. “I have nothing to wear.”
It was so unlike Emmie I could only attribute her shift in personality to the pregnancy. I knew I had to tread carefully or she would end up kicking my ass out. “Your room suggests differently, baby. What’s the matter?”
“All I have are stupid jeans and most of my shirts have the Demon’s Wings logo on them. I don’t even own a freaking dress! Not one skirt. All my panties are cotton and my bras are boring!”
I blinked in surprise. “And you want a dress, skirts, and underwear that aren’t boring?” My gaze went to the bra again. “That bra hanging from that bed post is pretty fucking hot.”
Her glare nearly singed me. “I want something I can wear on our date that you will want to tear off me with your teeth. I want to be sexy!”
How could she not know that she was the sexiest woman I had ever met? Had I been that good at keeping my feelings hidden from her? Calling myself a million different kinds of a fool, I moved to lock her door then returned to her. “Stand up, Em,” I commanded.
She just stared up at me curiously, and I grasped her hands and pulled her up. Tenderly, I lifted her chin and forced her to meet my gaze. “Have I ever lied to you, baby girl?” After only a small hesitation she shook her head. “Then listen to me, baby, because I don’t want to repeat myself. Okay?” Her teeth latched onto her bottom lip, and I swallowed a groan. I was going to be the one nibbling on that succulent lip before the end of the night. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. You don’t need more than a pair of ripped jeans, a tattered old shirt, and simple underwear to make me want to strip you with my teeth. Fuck, girl, you make me hard just being in the same room. If I smell your perfume, or whatever the hell it is you wear that makes you smell so damn amazing, I can’t walk straight.”
When she just remained silent, looking up at me dazed, I went on. “If you want those things, then I will get them for you. Tonight, tomorrow. Whenever you want them. But don’t get them unless you want them. Because I want you more now, standing there in that too big shirt and those cutoff jeans than I ever would in some dress or lingerie.”
“R-really?” Her voice was shaky and came out a little breathless.
I let my fingers dip into the waistband of her jeans, tracing the silky skin underneath. “Really. So what do you want, Em? Want me to take you shopping?”
“Yes …” I was transfixed as I watched the tip of her p
“Tomorrow?” I was a little disappointed. If she wanted to wait until tomorrow then tonight was off. I had wanted to romance her, show her that I would treat her the way she deserved. “So our date is off?”
When she shook her head I was relieved. “No, I want to skip dinner and fast forward to the kiss goodnight.” My dick jerked in my jeans the same time my heart jumped painfully in my chest. “And maybe see how talented you are at stripping me with those teeth of yours.”
Maybe it wasn’t what I had originally planned, but what better way to show her how much I wanted and cared about her than making love to her? I grinned down at her, feeling like I was a starving animal presented with a feast. “I think I can oblige the lady.”
I unsnapped her jeans before reaching for the hem of her shirt. She was still wearing the bikini top, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I stared down at her. The top barely contained the heavy contents of her beautiful tits as her chest rose and fell with each breath. I reached for the string at her neck that held the top up.
Goose bumps popped up on her skin as soon as my fingers brushed over her silky shoulder. Through the material of the bikini top, I watched as her nipples hardened. Carefully, I untied the knot and let the top fall. “So beautiful,” I murmured as I skimmed my fingers over her collarbone and down her chest to one hardened nipple.
She was darker there than I remembered, heavier. I cupped her, loving how she fit so perfectly in my hands. A shuddering breath escaped her. “Nik …”
“Shh.” I kissed her forehead, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her shampoo. “I’m going to make this so good for you, baby.”
I discovered she weighed close to nothing when I lifted her into my arms. Carefully, as tenderly as I could, I placed her in the middle of the bed and followed her down. Her big green eyes were dilated with desire, her breaths coming in little pants, and I hadn’t really touched her yet. Fuck, I had been just as blind as she was. Emmie was starving for me just as much as I was for her.
Unable to deny either of us a moment longer, I captured her lips. She tasted like everything I had dreamed. I wanted to kiss her for hours. Cool, trembling fingers fisted my hair, keeping me in place. My hands had a mind of their own as they caressed every part of her I could reach. Her skin was delicately soft, and I was scared of scratching her with my callused hands. But she liked my touch, arching into it as little gasps of pleasure escaped her.
I pulled back from our kiss enough to look down at her trembling body. “Fuck, you drive me wild.” I cupped her right breast, gently squeezing until she begged for more. Switching to the other, I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth.
Her cry was loud and drove my need higher. I sucked her harder. Emmie’s back arched off the bed, her fingers gripped my arms, nails sinking deep as she let me suckle her beautiful tits. “Ah!” she moaned, making my dick jerk. “Oh gods!”
With one last deep suck, I released her delicious flesh with a small pop and kissed down her belly. This close, I could see just the hint of a bump below her belly button. My heart stuttered for a second as the realization truly hit me that my child was growing inside of Emmie. I cupped her little bump and kissed it softly before moving lower.
The top snap was undone leaving the material spread open for me. I kissed the exposed skin, licking and nipping until I reached the top of her zipper. I glanced up at her as I took the zipper between my teeth. Our gazes locked as I lowered the little piece of metal. There was almost no green left in her eyes she was so turned on. I lifted onto my knees and tugged her jeans off before tossing them into the madness Emmie had made of the room with the rest of her clothes.
She was left only in a pair of black cotton panties. With her knees slightly bent and her legs spread, I could see they were damp with her arousal. My fingers shook as I touched the wetness on her left thigh. There had been hundreds of girls spread out before me just like this in the past, but I couldn’t remember any of them as I stared down at Emmie.
I lowered my head and kissed each thigh, licking away her arousal. I became an instant addict, her flavor my new drug of choice, as I skimmed my tongue over her damp panties. Her entire body jerked, and she whimpered my name as I lifted one edge so I could taste more of her. Her hips lifted, seeking a deeper kiss.
I latched onto the hem of her panties with my teeth and peeled the material down her thigh until her drenched pussy was completely exposed. I loved that she wasn’t completely bare, that even though she kept her beautiful pussy well groomed it still had a line of auburn curls. I combed my fingers through those curls and parted her outer lips with my thumbs to expose the hidden treasure inside.
Her clit bloomed for me it was so swollen with need. I brushed over the bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, causing a sob to escape Emmie as she twisted and shook with desire. With my hands on the insides of her thighs, I spread her wider as I sucked on her clit, kissing and tonguing it while she went crazy under me.
“Nik…” My name came out breathlessly. “I’m close… Ah! Nik, please. Nik… NIK!” She screamed my name as she exploded against my tongue. I thrust a finger into her, wanting to feel her clenching around me.
I gave her time to recover, wanting her completely sane when I became a part of her. I watched—loving her, needing her—as she drifted down from the release I had given her. A shy smile teased at her lips as she snuggled against me. “More.”
“Whatever you want,” I promised and reached to unsnap my jeans. Ten seconds was all I needed to undress before I was lying beside her once again. Her soft body felt amazing against my hard one.
I pulled her body against me, kissing her as I let my hands relearn every inch of her incredible body. Unconsciously, my hand kept going to her hip where the tattoo with my name was. If she was marked with my name, then I wanted to be marked with hers. A drive down to Miami was in order soon. I knew a great tattoo artist that could give me what I had in mind.
The first brush of her fingers over my stomach made all thoughts leave my mind. Her touch was hesitant at first, but when I groaned my approval she grew more courageous. When her fingers drifted lower, touching my aching dick, I nearly wept from the pleasure. I covered her fingers, cupping them around my shaft to encourage her not to stop.
Her grip tightened and I had to clench my jaw to keep from exploding then and there. Her strokes grew bolder. Her fingertips spreading proof of my arousal over the head of my cock, teasing me to the point of madness. With a growl I grasped her waist and rolled us until I was lying on my back and she was straddling my waist.
This was my favorite position. I wanted to watch her, see the desire crossing her face as she rode me. I wanted those tits bouncing while she took me deep into that hot little pussy, over and over again. “Take me inside you, Em.”
She lifted onto her knees until she could take the tip of my dick inside of her. The feel of her heat on me made me curse. The first stroke down had me seeing stars it was so good. She was tight, wet, and on fire for me. When she stopped half way I nearly cried out and pulled her the rest of the way down. Concern filled me and I grasped her hips. “You okay?”
Emmie licked her lips. “Yeah …” She was panting, sweat beading on her forehead. “Just savoring this.”
My fingers tightened. “It feels amazing, doesn’t it baby?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back into her head as she took another inch of me deeper. “So, so good. Gods, Nik! Ah…”
Her inner walls clenched around my shaft, alerting me to her approaching orgasm. I wanted to feel it so bad. Cupping her with one hand, I used my thumb to rub across her clit, driving her closer to the edge. “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, please.”
Her walls clenched around me harder, making my balls tighten as my own release neared. It was mind-numbingly good. I wasn’t even completely inside of her, had yet to even thrust my hips once, but I was hanging on the edge of a release that promised
The instant I felt her release gushing down my dick, flooding over my balls, I erupted. With a shout of her name, I emptied deep inside of her hot pussy.
Chapter 12
Hope
I woke with the world’s most perfect ass snugly resting against my dick. I had one hand full of Emmie’s tits and the other over the life we had created together four months ago.
In other words, I woke up in paradise.
When she shifted slightly and her breathing changed I knew that she was awake, and I gave in to the need to kiss her neck. “Morning, baby. How did you sleep?”
“If I said that it was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had would you believe me?”
Her answer brought a smile to my lips. “Yes. It was one of the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had too.”
She turned in my arm. “One of the best?”
Her irritation made me even happier. If she was jealous, even a little, then there was hope for us. Biting back a smile, I nodded. “Yep.”
Those big, beautiful green eyes narrowed on me. “What were the other ones?”
Despite my efforts to fight it, I couldn’t contain my happy grin. “Let me see… a few weeks ago when you crawled in beside me on the bus. When you couldn’t sleep last year and we spent the night in my hotel room just talking until I fell asleep…” I shrugged. There were countless other nights that I could remember sleeping peacefully, only because she had been right beside me all night long. “All of them seem to involve you sleeping in my arms.”
Her brow relaxed, a sure sign that I was out of danger. “I don’t know why I keep you around sometimes, mister.”
I laughed, happy to my core, as I gazed down at her. “Let’s grab a shower, baby. I’m starving.” If we didn’t get out of bed now, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my hands off her for long. Even after spending most of the night making love to her, I was still hungry for more. I prayed to all of Emmie’s gods that I would always want her this much.