The Rocker That Loves Me

  Dallas wasn’t a crier. I don’t think I had ever seen her cry.

  “Is it about Drake and Lana?” Dallas and Linc had been at the same party as Drake when he had gotten drunk. She had told me that she didn’t think he’d slept with Gabriella because she had seen things at the party that suggested that Gabriella had already hooked up with someone before the other girl had taken Drake home.

  “No. I swear.” She sighed and pulled her legs under her. “Drake wasn’t a big fan of Gabriella’s, even as drunk as he was.”

  “Then what’s wrong?” I waved my hand at her. “This isn’t you, Dallas.”

  “I think Axton hooked up with Gabriella at the party,” she burst out. “One minute he was beside me, the next he was gone. I didn’t put it together until I got to the hospital, but when I went looking for Ax he was coming out of one of the bedrooms. A few minutes later, while I was talking to Drake and Linc, I saw her come down the hall looking like she had just gotten the fucking of her life.” A tear escaped the corner of her eye. “When I asked Ax about it, he didn’t deny it. Just brushed it off…”

  The tear broke my heart for her. I fell down on the edge of the couch beside her and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

  Dallas was stiff in my arms, but I wasn’t expecting anything different. She really hated to be touched. “He loves her. Her fucking name is on his wrist, for fuck’s sake! Of course he wants her. I’m just a distraction…”

  I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there holding her while she vented. When she was done she went to her room and slammed the door shut. Sighing, I stood, feeling more drained than I had an hour ago.

  Linc stuck his head out of the kitchen door. “Want something to eat?”

  I grimaced. “Nah, but thanks. I’m beat. See you in the morning.”

  “Night. If you need anything just call out.”

  I offered him a smile before heading toward my room. I was pretty sure it was just my room now. Lana was most likely moving in with Drake. I could hear the shower still going when I shut the door behind me. Shane had left a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom, and I shook my head as I picked up his T-shirt and then his jeans.

  Socks were next, and just as I had expected, no underwear. My man didn’t seem to like underwear all that much.

  I stopped mid-step and a goofy smile lifted my lips. My man?

  Yeah, he had proved that he was my man over the last few days. Constantly touching me, including me in his unusual family. Even with the crisis going on, it had felt like I belonged with the strange friends that had united as a family. Shane had made sure of it.

  “Baby?”

  I raised my eyes to find my man sticking his head out of my small shower. His head was soapy and he needed a shave badly. Water glistened off his muscular shoulders and what I could see of his chest. My sex flooded with need.

  “Do you need something?” I asked, trying to think about anything but the deliciously sexy, dripping wet man just a few feet away.

  “Do you have a razor I can use, beautiful? I don’t want to scratch you with this beard.”

  The thought of that scruff scratching the delicate skin between my thighs while he licked and tongued my sex had me close to whimpering. I clenched my thighs together to ease some of the ache. “Um…No, sorry. I wax.” I dropped his clothes on the sink, and reached for my shirt. “Let’s keep the beard.”

  I could actually feel his gaze on me as I continued to strip with my back turned toward him. The air around me felt tense with his arousal, and I felt a sense of power as I took my time showing him my body inch by inch. Just moments before I had felt so tired, but with the promise of more of the pleasure I had experienced Saturday night, my body came alive.

  Wet arms wrapped around my waist from behind as a damp, male body pressed against me. He was warm from the hot shower, hard with suppressed arousal. “You are so fucking beautiful, Harper.”

  For the first time I didn’t question if it was true or not. When I was with Shane, I was beautiful. I turned in his strong arms, pressing my bare chest to his. With my arms around his neck, I stood tiptoe and softly brushed my lips against his. “Will you make love to me, Shane?”

  His eyes darkened and I felt his cock twitch against my stomach. “Let’s get you clean first, beautiful.” His raspy voice sent delightful shivers down my spine.

  Shane’s arms tightened around me as he lifted me and placed me in the shower with him. The water felt divine on my slightly sore body. Thanks to my hospital bedside vigil, I’d slept in awkward positions over the last few days. Shane filled his hands with body wash and massaged my body from head to toe with the lavender scented soap.

  Callused hands from years of playing guitar caressed over sensitive skin, making my breasts swell and my nipples harden. I held onto the side of the shower as slippery fingers parted the lips of my sex, teasing the bundle of nerves hidden between the folds. My thighs trembled and I couldn’t hold back a cry of pleasure as his thumb pressed down just firm enough to give me what I needed.

  “I’ve needed you so bad, baby.” His lips trailed down my throat while his fingers slipped inside to play with a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower.

  “Me too,” I moaned as his middle finger thrust deep, but not deep enough to touch my virginity. “I had a few fantasies of finding an empty hospital room and begging you to use your tongue on me again.”

  “You should have told me,” Shane growled, going back to my lips and kissing what little breath I had from me. “I would have made it a reality.”

  “There’s always next time,” I teased.

  “Fuck, I don’t want to go through that again.” He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “It was scary, and all I could think was it could have just as easily been you…” I felt him shudder and watched in fascination as he swallowed hard. Blue-gray eyes were glassy as they met mine. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

  My heart turned over, hard. I gasped—half in pain, half in surprise. Shane was so open about his emotions. I could see everything he was feeling shining back at me through those eyes of his, and it both thrilled and terrified me. I pushed the fear down, though, and concentrated on the thrill for now.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised him, hoping that the feelings I had for him were shining through my own eyes. I didn’t have the courage to tell him aloud what I felt for him.

  He pulled his fingers from between my thighs, and I whimpered in protest. My rocker only smiled and washed my hair. Firm fingers rubbing my scalp was a new pleasure in and of itself. I groaned as he rinsed my hair and then added conditioner.

  When I was clean he turned the water off and stepped out. Before I could follow, he was there with a towel, wrapping it around me and lifting me from the shower. A second towel appeared and he dried my hair carefully before lifting me once more and carrying me into the bedroom.

  Most of my body was still damp from the shower, but so was his. As he laid my body across the twin mattress and followed, I found that our damp skin made for an erotic slip and slide. Shane’s hands were not idle. They found my breasts, pushing them together and squeezing. I watched in a trance as he licked the first one then the other with the flat of his tongue before sucking my nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue pressed the hardened nipple to the roof of his mouth, and the pulling motions from his strong suction made muscles deep inside clench.

  He only lingered long enough to make me whimper before he was kissing me again. My lips and then my neck, his teeth nipped at my ear before licking down to the pulse rapidly beating at the base. I wanted him to kiss my breasts again, but he only smiled when I arched my back in a silent plea and rubbed his rough jaw across them as he trailed kisses over my stomach.

  His hands parted my thighs as his kisses trailed lower. For a moment his nose hovered over my throbbing clit, but he only breathed deep. “I love the way you smell, baby. So warm and aroused for me. I could live off the
taste of you…”

  Despite his words, he didn’t kiss me there. His lips moved to the inside of my right thigh, and he sucked on the tender flesh while his fingers combed through the damp curls that surrounded my sex. I could feel the blood rushing to the surface where he was sucking and knew that he was leaving his mark. I loved it and wanted him to mark me again and again. It didn’t matter that no one else would ever see the love bites he was leaving. I knew they were there and that was enough.

  I raised my head, watching while he left the burning little marks. It was exciting to watch his dark head moving between my legs like that. He moved from one thigh to the other, leaving one purple spot after another. I loved the way the rough scruff felt against the inside of my thighs.

  “I could do this all night!”

  “Please don’t.” I pushed his hair back from his face so I could meet his gaze. “I need you, Shane.”

  His head lifted. “I need you too, babe.” His lips brushed across my stomach again, following the trail back up to my mouth.

  Needing to touch him, I reached between us and grasped his thick cock. His groan of approval made my already erratic heart beat even faster. I wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to make him just as insane with desire as I was. I pushed on his chest at the same time as I rolled from beneath him.

  “What are you doing?” he murmured as I pushed him against my pillows.

  “Whatever I want.” I grinned when he chuckled. “I want to taste you again, Shane.”

  The chuckle turned into a growl, and I bit my lip as I glanced down at his pulsing dick. Next time, I promised myself. Next time, I would trace every vein with my tongue. This time, I simply wanted to drive him close to the edge.

  I gripped him with my right hand then lowered my head and ran my tongue over the thick head of his cock. As I stroked upward, a drop of his pre-cum beaded on the tip and I was quick to lick it away. I loved the taste of him!

  I was clumsy, my teeth nipping him from time to time as I took him deep into my mouth. I thought I was hurting him, but he only groaned and begged me not to stop. “Best I’ve ever had!” he ground out. “Love your little mouth!”

  I could feel him growing bigger with each passing minute. But I wanted him to come with me, like the last time we had been together.

  “Harper!” he cried when I stopped and straddled his waist.

  “Tell me you’re clean,” I commanded. It was the only thing stopping me from taking what I wanted right that instant. I had to make sure he wasn’t going to give me something from his years of hard-core sex with random girls.

  “Yes. Em makes us all get tested every three months. I just had a complete physical two months ago.” His hands gripped my waist, holding on tight. “There hasn’t been anyone since I’ve met you, baby.”

  “Good.” I covered his hands, squeezing his fingers as I told him what I wanted. “I want you inside of me, Shane. I want you to take what I will only be able to give to one man.”

  “Oh, Gods!” He closed his eyes for a moment, his hands tightening on my hips. “I want that so bad. But I don’t have anything…”

  I covered his lips with my fingers, stopping his flow of words. “You don’t need it. I’ve been on the pill since I was fourteen.” Painful, irregular periods had forced me to start birth-control to help with the problem.

  “Are you trying to kill me, beautiful?” He flipped me so fast that I squealed. Chuckling, he kissed my lips quick and hard. “I’ve never been with a girl without a condom. Never. So this will be a first for me too.”

  I thought that he would take me then and there, especially when he had been so close just a few moments ago. Instead, he kissed me. His hands cupped both of my breasts as his tongue tangled with mine. I loved kissing Shane and the way he could make that one simple, intimate act seem so soul consuming.

  His cock was lying heavily on my stomach, hot and damp from his own liquid desire as it wept for me. I skimmed my fingertips over the thick head, delighting in his shivers.

  He broke away from the kiss long enough to say, “Easy, baby. I’m holding on by a thread here. Too much of your soft hands and I won’t be any good to you for a good twenty minutes.”

  Not wanting any length of a delay to stop him from becoming a part of me, I dropped my hands down on either side of me and gripped the sheets to keep from touching him again. Shane grinned and returned to kissing me. His hands stroked up and down my sides, traveling farther and farther with each downward stroke.

  When his thumbs reached my pelvic bone, he kept going. Down, down, down until his index finger spread my lips. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, remembering that I had roommates that would be sure to critique our love session come morning. His thumb was doing things that were driving me to the edge of madness, and I swallowed my screams with difficulty.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, beautiful,” he breathed against my ear. “I need you to come for me, baby. Need your pretty pussy drenched with your sweet liquid heat so I’ll fit just right inside you.”

  I thought that I hated dirty talk. It had always embarrassed me in the past when my friends would start talking like that, but Shane’s dirty mouth only added fuel to the flames licking deep inside of me. Licking my lips, I arched against his talented fingers, rocking my hips in time to his thrusting hand.

  His lips left mine, nearly swallowing my breast as he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. I could feel myself getting closer, closer, so much closer! His thumb pressed down and moved in tight little circles, making me wetter.

  My thighs tensed and I threw my head back, unable to hide my pleasure as I cried his name. As I came around his fingers, he thrust deeper, breaking through my barrier. There was an intense burning as he broke my hymen with his fingers, but the pleasure he was giving me took away from the discomfort.

  As soon as the barrier was gone, he pulled his fingers away and lifted himself onto his knees. I was still half-lost in the high of coming apart from just his fingers. I got a quick look at how damp his cock was from his pre-cum before he was pushing it inside me. It was a tight fit, like a puzzle piece being forced into place. Before he was halfway inside of me, he was cursing and grinding his teeth.

  “You feel like Heaven!” His hands gripped each ass cheek, spreading me wider so he could slide deeper. My walls clung to him like a damp glove. I began to ache, the burn growing worse as he pushed farther, rocking back and forth to ease his passage.

  “Shane…” I could only whisper his name, still breathless from my orgasm and the pain that I was starting to feel.

  He must have seen something in my eyes that told him I wasn’t enjoying this as much as he was. Shane stopped. He held himself completely still inside of me. Licking his thumb, he used it to rub across my clit, making little sparks of pleasure fire through my sex. Soon I was falling apart for him, and he started rocking his hips again.

  I could tell he was having a hard time holding back, but he was doing it for me. His jaw was clenched so hard I was sure he’d break some teeth, but he kept his thrusts slow and tender. My emotions rose and choked me. Shane was making my first time so wonderful, so memorable. Even as my inner muscles clenched around his thick length, coming for him again, a tear escaped my eyes.

  “Har-per?” He broke my name in half as he raised a trembling hand to wipe away my tear. “Hurting you?”

  I shook my head. “No! It’s just… This is so beautiful,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, it is. It is beautiful when two people feel this deeply for each other.” He kissed my lips, his hips rocking a little faster now as I sensed his climax building.

  I thrust my fingers into his unkempt hair, locking gazes with him as I felt him growing longer, harder, and thicker. Wrapping my legs around his waist to hold him deep inside, I watched in fascination as his eyes turned more gray than blue and he went still above me. That’s when I felt it—felt the thick spray of his release, felt his shaft twitching as he came apart deep inside of me.
r />   His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell across me with a shout of my name. “Love you,” I thought he muttered against my ear before he went limp.

  Chapter 13

  Shane

  Late summer sunlight peeked through the blinds. Grunting, I snuggled against the warm body resting against my own. When my movements made Harper mumble a protest, I grinned and kissed her shoulder.

  “Morning, beautiful.”

  “Go back to sleep,” she commanded. “There is no way I’m getting up this early.”

  Laughing softly, I glanced at the alarm clock across the room by Lana’s bed. It was after ten. “The morning is nearly over, love,” I informed her.

  She turned over to face me, and my breath caught in my lungs. This was how I always wanted to picture her...No makeup to hide her beauty from me. No glasses or contacts to hinder the natural color of her eyes. Caramel blonde hair spread out around her, tousled from our night of lovemaking. No clothes to hide that glorious body from me.

  The small glare she gave me only added to her appeal, and my body was already responding. “If you want to keep your fingers in prime working order, Shane, then you had better shut your sexy mouth and go back to sleep. Or get up. Whichever keeps you quiet long enough for me to go back to sleep for a few more hours.”

  I flexed my fingers in front of her face, taunting her before using them to tickle her. She screamed then started giggling as I attacked unrelentingly. “Get your beautiful ass up, woman!” I was the one making the demands this time.

  “Make me!”

  My dick twitched at her provocative words, and I stopped moving. She went completely still when she felt how hard I was against her stomach. Violet eyes turned to indigo and I was lost. “I’m going to love you again, Harper.”

  Her eyes dilated with the pleasure my words brought her, her little pink tongue coming out to moisten her lips. “O-okay.”

  “I’ll be gentle,” I promised, knowing she had to be more than a little sore after the way I had taken her last night. Being gentle hadn’t ever been something I excelled at. I liked it rough, fast, and more often than not, hard-core. But for my Harper, I would give her anything and everything she needed.