Rock With Me

  “No,” I shake my head. “I have been inside, though. When I first moved to Seattle, I won a radio contest and got to go to a private Pearl Jam concert there. There were only twelve of us in the audience, all sitting in a semi-circle. It was the coolest thing I’d ever been to.”

  “Wow, that’s awesome. You guys should do that.”

  I nod, the idea taking more shape. “I wonder if we could record the next album there,” I murmur and Sam’s eyes widen.

  “Really?” she asks.

  “Yeah, I don’t see why not. I don’t know how far they’re booked out for studio time, but that way I wouldn’t have to go back to L.A. to record. Most of us live up here anyway.”

  I grin at her, excited to start making calls and she grins back.

  “Could I come listen?” she asks.

  “Of course. Anytime.” The thought of having Sam in the studio with us as we lay tracks makes my stomach clench.

  The thought of fucking her in the studio is even better. I’ve never done that before because work and personal shit have always been separate for me, but damn, I’ve already blurred all my lines for her, why not this one too?

  “How many songs do you have written?” she asks and licks her fork.

  “I’ve written three by myself and two with Meg. Some of the other guys have written a few. I’m working on one more now. We have a list of songs that the studio wants us to consider. I figure we’ll start pulling it together in a few weeks.” Her big eyes are on me, listening intently. It makes me proud that she’s so interested, and she asks intelligent questions, not the typical fan questions.

  She’s definitely a fan of the band, and that’s just one more thing that draws me to her.

  Of course, I’d be drawn to her if she hated the band too, but nothing long-term could come of it. My band is my family.

  “You have frosting on your lip,” I murmur.

  She licks the wrong side and smiles knowingly. “Did I get it?”

  “Nope, other side.”

  She licks again, her pink tongue running along her lips and my cock instantly comes awake. She missed.

  “Now?”

  I reach out and brush the frosting with my finger, but before I can pull it away, she grips my wrist in her hand and pulls the finger in her mouth, sucking the frosting off and nibbling lightly on my skin.

  Fuck.

  “We need to get the fuck out of here,” I growl. I hear the need in my voice, and her eyes dilate with lust.

  “I’m not done with my tea,” she mutters and her eyes fall to my piercing.

  “Yeah, you are. Let’s go.”

  Chapter Eight

  ~Samantha~

  Well, I guess I’ll work that cupcake off this morning after all.

  Leo pulls me into the elevator of my building, after practically dragging me the two blocks home, and jabs the button for my floor.

  As soon as the doors close, he’s on me. He lifts me against the wall, holding me in place with his pelvis pressed to mine, my legs wrapped around his lean waist, and he’s kissing me like crazy.

  I yank the beanie off his head and dig my fingers into his hair, holding on, as he plunders my mouth, biting and sucking and then plundering some more.

  God, he can kiss.

  The bell dings, signaling that we’ve arrived at my floor, and he’s suddenly pulling me along behind him.

  My fingers are fumbling with the keys as he folds himself around me from behind, kissing my neck, his thumbs tweaking my puckered nipples.

  “I can’t open the door,” I mutter and gasp as he sucks on the soft skin beneath my ear.

  “Give me your keys, baby.”

  He makes quick work of the door, guides me inside, shuts and locks it and begins to lead me toward the bedroom.

  “The couch is right here,” I remind him, and he stills, turns to me, his gray eyes on fire and breath coming fast. He steps to me and cups my face in his hands, holding my eyes with his own.

  “I haven’t been inside you in days.”

  “Satur…”

  “Saturday was nothing more than us hurting each other. It doesn’t count. I haven’t been with you, been inside you, for days. I’m not fucking you on your couch. I want to spread you out on your bed and drive us both crazy. I want you trembling and wet.”

  Holy shit.

  “Can’t argue with that.” I grin at him and suddenly I’m caught up in his arms again. I unzip his hoodie and pull it down his arms, and pull his shirt over his head. We quickly undress each other, leaving a trail of clothing through the living room, down the hallway and to my bedroom.

  When we’re standing by the bed, him completely nude, and delicious, he steps back and sweeps his eyes up and down my body, over my pink lacy bra and matching boy-short panties.

  “Jesus, do you always wear underwear like that?”

  I smile smugly. “I like pretty underwear.”

  “You wear underwear like that every day and old concert t-shirts to bed?”

  “Don’t knock my shirts. I love them.”

  And suddenly I’m on my back on the bed and Leo is peeling my panties down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder and plants a kiss on my belly, right above my piercing.

  “I love this piercing,” he mutters and kisses me again.

  “It’s just a navel piercing, babe.” I chuckle and then moan when he licks down my belly to my pubis and over my clit.

  “Don’t knock it,” he mumbles and licks further down through my folds.

  “Fuck you’re good at that.” My hips instinctively thrust up, but he holds my hips firmly against the mattress.

  “You taste amazing.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside me and I can’t hold back, I come apart, shattering and shuddering, pushing my pussy against his face, gripping onto the sheets at my side.

  He kisses the insides of my thighs, the crease where my legs meet my center, and with his fingers still inside me, he kisses his way up to my breasts. He swirls his tongue around a nipple, nibbles it, and pays the other the same attention, while moving his fingers, all four of them, in a rhythmic wave motion, tickling me and making me giggle.

  “That tickles.”

  “Mmm.” He grins and kisses my mouth, softly, playfully. I grip that piercing in my teeth and tug gently, and he smiles some more, moving his fingers more quickly.

  I moan and squirm beneath him, and gasp as he presses his thumb on my clit.

  “I’m not a guitar, you know,” I remind him as he continues to torment my labia with those talented fingers.

  “Oh, but the sounds you make, sunshine,” he whispers and buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him. He’s pressed against me, from hip to shoulder, his fingers playing me like an instrument, and to my surprise, I come again, violently.

  He’s going to kill me.

  “Leo,” I cup his face in my hand and look up at him, and for the first time in my entire life, the idea of having sex with him on top of me doesn’t freak me out. “I’ve never done this.”

  “I know that’s not true, sunshine, you’ve done it with me.” He grins down at me, but I shake my head.

  “Never in this position, on my back.”

  “What?” He frowns down at me and pulls his hand out from between my legs and braces himself over me. “What do you mean?”

  I close my eyes, regretting my words, and take a deep breath. “Exactly what it sounded like,” I whisper.

  “Look at me,” he murmurs softly.

  My eyes find his as he slowly shifts between my legs, covering me with his lean body, and I love the feel of his weight on me. He just rests here, allowing me to adjust to him, his hard cock pressed against my folds, his legs between mine, and I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist. He drops his forehead down to mine and pulls in a ragged breath.

  “Are you okay?” He whispers.

  “Yeah,” I breathe.

  “Why?” His eyes are pinned to mine, and he looks worried and h
appy at the same time.

  “I couldn’t stand the thought of giving someone that much control over me.” My voice is soft and I move my hips, sliding his cock against me. “God, you feel good.”

  “You have to stop doing that, sunshine, I’m trying to go slow here.”

  “Who said it needs to be slow?” I ask and brush my fingers down his face. “You can fuck me hard like this.”

  “It doesn’t always have to be rough to be good, Sam.”

  I will not cry. I swallow and close my eyes. Jesus, what is he doing to me? He’s seen me sick, pissed off, and now he’s seeing me at my most vulnerable.

  “Baby,” he whispers and gently kisses me. “I’ve got you.”

  He reaches down between us and rolls on a condom, grips one of my hands in his, and pulls it close to our chests, and slowly, oh so slowly sinks inside me.

  My breath catches as I look up into his eyes, at the look there that I’m not ready to label, and I hold him close as he begins to move, his cock strong and full, his pubic bone pushing against my clit with each gentle thrust.

  I’ve never in my life had a man make slow, sweet love to me, and it’s this moody, amazing man giving it to me.

  “My God, Sam,” he whispers. “You’re just so tight.”

  His words, the tone of his silky voice, and the way his body is blanketing me is my undoing, and I feel the build coming from the base of my spine, my face flushes, and I cling to him as I fall over the edge, chanting his name.

  “Yes,” he mutters against my lips and his body stills and then jerks as he comes inside me.

  “Don’t cry,” he whispers and kisses a tear on my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

  I can just shake my head and blink my eyes. “No.”

  “What is it?” His voice is soft.

  “This is just new,” I respond and offer him a watery smile. “But it’s good.”

  “I was aiming for really good.”

  “You have good aim.”

  He grins proudly and my phone starts to play the old Twentieth Century Fox theme song.

  “That’s Luke.”

  “He can wait.”

  Leo kisses my nose, my forehead, and my cheek before settling his lips on mine again and brushing them back and forth.

  And the phone goes off again.

  “Something could be wrong,” I whisper. “I should answer.”

  He regretfully pulls out of me and watches me move off the bed to find my phone that’s still in the pocket of my jeans.

  “Hello?” I turn to find Leo lying, face down, face propped on his folded arms, smiling at me. I stick my tongue out at him.

  “What the hell, Sam?” Luke’s pissed.

  “What?”

  “You were supposed to watch Liv today while Nat and I went to the doctor.”

  “Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’ve been sick.” Leo frowns at me and sits up and I turn my back on him.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m feeling better.”

  “Well, I hope you’re home ‘cause we’re bringing her to you, since the office isn’t too far from you. I’m parking now. We’ll bring her up.”

  He hangs up and I immediately panic.

  “Fuck!”

  “What is it?” Leo’s standing behind me, his face worried, and my panic rises.

  “Luke and Nat are on their way up here with Olivia. I’m supposed to watch her, and I forgot.” I eye his hot naked self, and then start scooping up our clothes, throwing his at him as I go. “Get dressed! Damn, damn, damn!”

  Leo starts to laugh, not helping the situation at all.

  “You have to hide in the closet.” I pull my shirt and jeans on and turn around to find him glaring at me.

  “I’m not sixteen, Sam. I’m not hiding for anyone.” He crosses to me and pulls me in his arms, and kisses my forehead. “We’ve established this isn’t a one night thing.”

  “Right.”

  “Our families were bound to find out sometime.”

  I swallow hard. Fuck. “Right,” I whisper.

  “Don’t worry.” He smiles reassuringly just as the doorbell rings.

  “Get your pants on,” I hiss at his smiling face and cringe when Luke knocks on the door. Leo pulls his jeans up and fastens them and I can’t wait any longer for him to pull a shirt on.

  I open the door to a grinning Livie, but a scowling Luke.

  “Gee, thanks,” he mutters sarcastically and hands me the baby, pushing past me into my living room. Natalie happily follows him, grinning at me, when she sees Leo in the kitchen washing his hands. Luke is struck dumb.

  “Hi, Leo.” Nat grins and waves.

  “Hey Nat. How are you feeling?” Leo asks and kisses her cheek, drying his hands on a towel.

  “If you’re going to touch my wife, you’d better put a shirt on. Dude, what the fuck are you doing with my sister?”

  Livie’s eyes fill with tears at her daddy’s harsh voice. I kiss her forehead and bounce her in my arms.

  “Luke, chill out.” I pin him with a glare, but he doesn’t care.

  “We’re going to be late,” Nat reminds him and offers me a sympathetic smile.

  “We will talk about this.” Luke kisses Liv and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Be careful.”

  “We won’t be long,” Nat says. “She has snacks, diapers and toys in her bag. She just had a nap so she should be fine until we get back.”

  “Nat, I’m fine,” I assure her and guide them out the door. “Go.”

  “She’s cute,” Leo murmurs and runs his hand down Liv’s plump cheek. The baby immediately grabs his finger and sticks it in her mouth.

  “Here, take her and I’ll get her some juice.”

  “Whoa, take her?” He takes a step back, his eyes suddenly scared. He’s hilarious.

  “She’s a baby, Leo, not a weapon of mass destruction.” I thrust the baby in his hands, pull Livie’s sippy cup from her bag and head to the kitchen.

  “Can I put her on the floor with her toys?” He calls out to me.

  “Sure, just put a blanket down for her to crawl on.”

  Damn, he’s funny.

  “I think the baby is about to kill your cat,” Leo says dryly and I hurry back to the living room while capping the cup to find Livie with a handful of the cat’s fur, trying to put it in her mouth.

  “Or eat her,” I agree and laugh as Leo tries to untangle Liv’s tiny, and surprisingly strong, grasp from my poor cat.

  We sit with her and entertain her with her toys for a while, chuckling at how cute she is.

  “This isn’t too hard,” I tell him and he grins at me.

  “Nah, not too hard.” He runs his hand over her soft brown hair and then frowns. “Wait, do you smell that?”

  “No.” I stop what I’m doing and sniff. “What is it?”

  Leo scowls and glances down at Liv, who’s grinning widely at him, slobber dripping down her cute little chin. “I think she shit herself.”

  “Stop swearing in front of her.”

  “Me swearing is not our biggest problem right now.”

  We stare at each other for a minute and then he digs around in the diaper bag, pulls out a diaper and wipes and hands them to me. “Here.”

  “Why do I have to do it?” I ask.

  “Because you’re her aunt. Duh.”

  “I don’t do poop.” I scowl down at the little girl, like she’s done this to me on purpose.

  “What do you normally do when this happens and you’re watching her?”

  “My mom changes her.”

  “Haven’t you watched her alone before?” Now he’s laughing, Liv is laughing with him, enjoying the joke, and I’m scowling at both of them.

  “Dear God, what did they feed her?” I hold my hand over my nose. “Don’t you know how?”

  “She’s a girl. I’m not going to jail.”

  “Don’t be an idiot. You won’t go to jail for changing her diaper. You might go to jail for not changing her diape
r.”

  “Come on, Auntie Sammie,” he winks charmingly, “You got this.”

  “Leo is going to lose his manhood if he ever calls me Sammie again,” I tell Liv and she giggles. Then, suddenly, it’s as if she realizes what she’s sitting in, her pretty face crumbles and she starts to cry.

  “Shit, we need to change her.”

  “I’m calling Meg.” Leo pulls his phone out and dials Meg’s number.

  “Why?”

  “She’s a nurse. She deals with crap all the time. Hey, I’m at Sam’s. There’s an emergency, and I need you to come here asap. Uh huh. No, no ambulance, just need your help. Okay thanks.” He hangs up and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. “She’ll be right here.”

  “You totally just lied to her.”

  “She’ll be here in ten.”

  It’s the longest damn ten minutes of my life.

  Finally, the doorbell rings. The only reason I hear it is because Liv has taken a moment to take a breath, thus giving us zero point three seconds of silence.

  “Thank God,” Leo pulls her into the apartment and she scowls when she sees the baby in my arms.

  “What’s wrong with her?” She asks.

  “She has a shitty diaper,” Leo tells her.

  “So change her.”

  “Leo’s afraid he’ll be considered a pedophile and I don’t know how.”

  Meg takes the baby from my arms and stares back and forth at us, her face incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me? You said it was an emergency. I worked all night last night, and you woke me up for this?”

  “Don’t you smell that? It is an emergency.”

  “Jesus, you two are worthless.” Meg finds the diaper and wipes, lays the baby on the floor on her blanket, and gets to work. “This is nothing. At least she didn’t blow out the diaper.”

  “What does that mean?” I’m not sure that I really want to know.

  “When the poop goes up their back, into their hair, all over the place. Now that’s gross.”

  “Isn’t the point of a diaper to catch the poop?” Leo plants his hands on his hips, frowning at Meg. “I mean, if they don’t do their job, what’s the point?”

  Meg laughs and snaps the baby’s jumper back in place, all clean and happy. “There, all done.”