The Rocker Who Holds Her (The Rocker 5)

“Yes,” she breathed, pulling my head down for a kiss that had me losing all my reasoning skills.

The beach was private so I wasn’t worried about anyone stumbling upon us. As for my band brothers and Axton, I didn’t give a fuck if they saw us. I stripped Emmie’s shirt off of her, relishing in the sight of her alabaster skin in the pale moonlight. I was sure that I was never going to see a sexier sight.

When she was free of all of her clothes, I pulled my dick from my jeans and positioned Emmie over me. I had never in my wildest dreams thought I would get to make love to this woman, and now here I was loving her on the beach as if we were pagans. Out of all the freaky shit I had done in my life, this blew my mind.

Neither of us could stop the whimpers of pleasure that escaped us as I slipped into her tight, hot, little body. She felt so damned good I knew I wasn’t going to last long. It was almost embarrassing how quickly Emmie could get me to the edge of exploding. Fortunately, she always got me hard again as soon as I did.

I was still trembling with the effects of my first release, but I was stone-hard as she kept riding me. She was wild in my arms, a true tempest as she let herself go to the pleasures that I could give her.

“Nik!” She cried my name as I felt her inner muscles clamp around my shaft, urging me toward my second release in as many minutes. “Gods, Nik. I love you so much.”

Some Shit Hits The Fan!

The house phone was ringing.

That should have been my first clue that something was up. No one knew the number at the beach house here. If anyone important needed to reach us they could easily get hold of us on our cell phones, and if it was overly urgent they knew to call Emmie.

I ignored the annoying sound of the phone. That particular noise had always been like nails on a chalkboard for me. It seemed like nothing good ever happened when I heard a phone ringing.

After a few more rings someone answered the insistent thing and I went back to reading over the last few lines of the latest song I had been working on. I was so lost in what I was doing that I didn’t notice how quiet it had suddenly gotten inside the house. The sun was shining down on me and I didn’t have a care in the world.

“NIK!”

My head shot up at the sound of Emmie screaming my name. I knew that tone. It wasn’t a “Nik, I need help” scream, more like a “Nik, your fucking ass is in trouble.” I gripped my pen and wondered what the hell I had done now.

It had been a few days since we had cleared the air about the whole Gabriella issue. Axton was still hanging around, but I knew he was ready to head back to the West Coast. Now that we had decided to find a house on the West Coast too, Axton was pretty happy. We were all Axton had really. His family were all dickheads and he didn’t claim them, and even if Emmie wasn’t like his sister, I knew that he needed her just as much as my band brothers needed her.

The door behind me slid open and Emmie came out, the house phone in her hand. She swung it around like it was a weapon and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning. That would only raise the temperature of her rage and send that pot to a full on boil. See? I was getting smarter.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, both cautious and curious.

“Rich let it slip about the baby. Now every tabloid this side of the globe has the story and is running it.” She tossed the phone on the table in front of me. “I’m the most hated female on the planet right now. The stories range from how I trapped you into asking me to marry you to how I am secretly your sister and that the baby is going to have webbed toes and a sixth finger on each hand.”

A snort of laughter escaped me before I could stop it, and Emmie glared down at me. But through the anger I saw the real problem. Emmie was still feeling insecure and I could see the doubt hiding in the depths of those big green eyes I loved so much. “You didn’t trap me into anything, baby. We both know that you couldn’t get me to cross the street unless I really wanted to. Marrying you, that’s a dream I thought would never come true. Don’t worry about the tabloids. That will all blow over in a few weeks.”

Some of the anger drained out of her, and I reached out, pulling her down onto my lap. “No pouting.” I kissed her lips, sucking her pouty lip into my mouth and savoring that taste that always went straight to both of my heads. “I love you.”

She sighed and leaned her head on my chest. “I love you, too.” She sighed again. “You know it was Rich that tipped them off to get back at me, right? He blames me for you refusing to tour anytime soon.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, I know.”

Rich was really starting to get on my nerves. He had been an awesome manager up until Emmie had come on board. Once she had started taking over his responsibilities, he had taken the easy way out. Jesse and I had to make him start paying Emmie for all the hard work she did. He had turned his attention to some of the smaller bands that he managed and still made a hell of a profit off of us. Our contract was up for renewal in a little over a year and a half, and I was sure that I wasn’t going to sign a new one when it was up.

“Don’t worry about Rich either, Em. We’re on vacation, and I forbid you to worry about anything but the baby. Well other than making love to me at least twice a day.”

Flames sparked in her eyes. “You forbid me?”

I grinned and kissed her again. “Yes, I forbid you.”

She punched me in the stomach. “The day I let you rule me, Nik Armstrong, is the day that I lose my mind.” She punched me again. “As for making love twice a day… I’ve already done that this morning. I guess I’m free to do whatever else I please for the rest of the day.”

I chuckled, rubbing the sore spot she had left on my abdomen. “Aww, man. I was hoping you would come upstairs with me and we could have some more fun.”

“Maybe you should have said that before you forbid me.” She gave me a deep smacking kiss then pushed off my lap. “Guess you will just have to wait.” But she gave me a steamy look over her shoulder as she went into the house, a sly smile teasing her lips.

I grabbed the lyrics I had been working on for the new song, along with the sheet music I had been playing with, and chased after her.

Chapter 17

Just Another Day In The Demon’s Lair

You would think that this is the part where I tell you time flies in the blink of an eye. But it didn’t. Not really. At least not for me.

The next few months passed slowly, and I loved every minute of it. Well, mostly.