The Rocker Who Holds Her (The Rocker 5)

Chapter 5            

Sleep Aid?

Fighting something mentally is probably a million times harder than fighting a physical being. I’ve been in fights before. Some I’ve won, some I’ve lost. But once the fight was over, I walked away stronger, sometimes a little more proud, and that was that.

Fighting these feelings I had for Emmie?

Fuck that was hard. I couldn’t just walk away from that. It didn’t stop hurting, didn’t stop eating at my mind and soul. I became a walking hard-on even after a night of anything-goes sex with some random groupie. It was getting to the point now that I didn’t even see who I was having sex with. They all looked like Emmie, even when they were her complete opposite in appearance with big tits, curvy hips, and dark hair. When I was deep inside of them all I could think about was her.

Last night, as I took another girl against the bathroom stall in the bathroom backstage, I had even cried Emmie’s name as I had come. The girl didn’t seem to care, mostly because she was drunk and probably a little high. Still it had hit home that I couldn’t keep going on like I was.

My desire wasn’t the only thing growing stronger day by day. My feelings of possessiveness and jealousy were getting to the point that others were starting to notice. Not Emmie, of course. She wouldn’t even think to question how I felt about her. She was blind to that. But Jesse and even Shane at times, had stopped and questioned me about how I was acting.

I wasn’t in a good place. Our Australian tour had just kicked off, hot on the heels after the three months of being in Europe and six weeks in New Zealand. The stress of everything was piling up on me. Between being in a new city almost every other night, being unable to sleep without Emmie haunting my dreams, and trying to hide from my band brothers how fucked up I was, I was bone tired.

The only peace I had was when she fell asleep beside me. Thankfully she was doing that a lot lately. Emmie might not have realized that I was crazy about her, but she did see how exhausted I was. She was worried about me, and on top of taking care of everything else that we happened to need, she was making it her job to make sure I got enough sleep.

“I brought you some home remedy sleep aids,” she told me as she dropped a bag at the end of my bed and flopped down beside of me.

I was stretched out on my bed, in yet another hotel, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers. I was comfortable for what felt like the first time in months, happier than I had been in longer than I could remember. Why? Because Emmie was camping out in my room tonight. She had promised me all kinds of innocent things that to me were going to be sweet torture.

Pushing her hair back from her face, she opened the bag. “Tea. Milk which we can warm in the microwave. Massage oils that are supposed to help you fall asleep. What I paid for them, they had better induce a coma.” She pulled her iPhone out of her hip pocket. “And some soothing music. I’ve been listening to ocean waves a lot lately. Want to give them a try?”

I shrugged. “Whatever you think is best, baby girl.”

I watched contentedly as she made me a cup of some kind of herbal tea. It was bitter, even with sugar, but I didn’t complain as I swallowed half the contents. My taste buds stopped working anyway when Emmie pulled her sleep pants off and tied her hair back with a black band.

“I don’t want to get oil on my pants,” she said as she turned on the ocean waves soundtrack and placed three different bottles of massage oils on the bedside table, not knowing that the sight of her in only a T-shirt and panties made my mind go blank of everything but the thoughts of doing things to her I had no right to think.

“Okay, roll onto your stomach,” she commanded.

Oh, fuck! How was I supposed to lie on my stomach and let her touch me? Was it really possible to break your dick? Well, I guess I was about to find out!

Rolling over, I bunched my pillow up and hugged it while she climbed on top of me. When her panty clad pussy settled on my hips, I had to bite the pillow to keep from growling. She felt so warm even through two layers of clothing. All I wanted in the world in that instant was to roll her onto her back and discover if her hot little pussy smelled and tasted as good as it felt against my ass.

Emmie shifted to pick up the first bottle of massage oil. The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air as she poured some of the oil into her hands. The scent set me at ease since those were the scents that I normally associated with Emmie. Even with my cock throbbing, drilling a hole into the mattress as it grew harder, my heart rate slowed a little. Breathing a sigh of contentment, I closed my eyes.

I could hear Emmie rubbing her hands together to warm the oil and then her soft hands touched my bare back. It was like being electrocuted, only in the best possible way. My blood started to heat, goose flesh popping up wherever she touched. Those wonderful hands of hers stroked firmly up my back and gently down over my spine.

A groan I was helpless to contain slipped free and Emmie giggled softly. “I’m glad you like this.”

Each touch of her fingers and the flat of her palm were both soothing and distracting. My body was at war with itself, wanting to both relax yet ready to play. But I was greedy for her touch and didn’t so much as move or speak as she worked those incredibly magical hands over my back for nearly an hour. The room began to fill with the scent of the oils, and I found that I was becoming addicted to the smell of lavender mixed with sweet vanilla.

“How are you feeling?” Emmie asked as she put the lid back on the last bottle of oil. “Feeling sleepy?”

I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Something like that,” I muttered. While she still had her back to me, I rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. “Be right back,” I called over my shoulder.

If there was any hope of getting any sleep tonight I had to take care of the pain in my dick. I closed the bathroom door and flipped the lock just to make sure that I had the privacy I needed. Leaning back against the door I pulled my throbbing cock from my boxers and squeezed the shaft.

It felt so good and I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning in pleasure. My head fell back against the door, and I closed my eyes as I stroked myself. The fresh memory of Emmie’s hands all over my back gave me all the visual I needed as I jacked off. I pretended it was her hands on my aching flesh, stroking me toward completion. My heart rate took off as my balls tightened, and I knew it was going to be over sooner than I had anticipated. Muttering a curse because I didn’t want it to be over yet, I reached for a hand towel and wrapped it around the head of my dick as my release exploded from the tip.