Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series) Page 6

  “Did you want your daughter back?”

  “Of course I did, but I don’t deserve my daughter.”

  “Of course you do Trav.”

  “I had that room set up, because I was trying to get my life back together and I hoped when I did, I could tell you about Amber and she could come and stay.”

  “You should have told me…” I whisper.

  He strokes my cheek. “I know I should have. I know you aren’t used to it all.”

  “It still hurts Trav, and the idea of Amber still tugs at my heart.”

  “I want you to be a part of all this Mischief, Amber will love you.”

  “I’m not ready yet Trav.”

  “I know, but promise me you are ok with this?”

  “She is your daughter Trav; it isn’t her fault you didn’t tell me. She doesn’t deserve to be without you and she doesn’t deserve me to hate her, so of course I am ok with it. I need some time to get my head around it all, but I will come around. She is a part of you, which means she is a part of me too.”

  “Oh baby…”

  “Is it my turn now?” I whisper.

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “I am sorry I did this to you, I should have given you a chance and I didn’t. I can’t take that back, I was screwed up. Between you, Chief and Jeremy I just broke down. I needed to get away, to breathe, I couldn’t do that here.”

  He takes my face in his hands.

  “But you came back.”

  I stroke his cheeks.

  “Here’s the thing rockstar, I will always come back for you.”

  ~*~*~*~

  I fill my palm with soap and I rub it over Trav’s cheeks. He has half a beard and it’s time for it to go. I lather his face, then bring the razor to his cheek and begin shaving the thick hair off. When I am done, I step back and smile. He grins back at me, and I can see those gorgeous dimples once more. I put more soap in my hands and I run it over his chest, feeling his hard muscles under my palms.

  I run my hands down his abdomen, over his hips and then down to his cock. He growls when I close my fingers around the base and squeeze. He leans his head back against the tiles and moans lightly as I lather and work his head until he is coiled so tightly the veins in his neck bulge. I lean up and press a hot kiss to his lips, he responds with a growl as he grips my hips, dragging me close.

  “I did this all wrong the first time.” He rasps.

  “Oh, are you going to show me how you do it right?”

  I can see his grin as he leans in and drags hot kisses down my neck, one of his hands trails down my side and over my thigh until he jacks one leg around his waist. The other hand roams over my breasts, pinching my nipples and gently rolling them into hard peaks. He leans down and circles his tongue around them one at a time, sucking and licking until I am moaning.

  I feel him press just inside and I whimper, bucking my hips forward for more. He grips my ass and pushes down until I am sliding over him and he is filling me. He lets out a ragged moan and I follow close behind. When he is deep inside me, I lift my other leg so I am wrapped around him and my back is against the tiles. He puts one palm flat against the tiles, and the other underneath my backside as he begins a slow, pleasurable thrust.

  “Oh Trav, oh God.”

  “Slowly, this is how we are going to do this, so fucking slowly.”

  I lick and suck the water droplets off his shoulders while he pumps his hips in and out slowly, beautifully. I feel my release rising higher, and higher. He groans and quickens the pace, giving me just enough friction to tip over the edge. I cry out my release into his shoulder and shudder around him. He bellows my name and pulls out at the last minute, his release spurting hot and hard onto my belly. I watch it shoot out jet by jet, and trickle down my skin. The water quickly washes it away.

  “I’m sorry you have to pull out.” I say in a hoarse voice.

  “Never be sorry, you feel better than anything Mischief, anything.”

  I watch as he dresses, watching the jeans slide up over those muscled legs to mold around his perfect ass. His abs move and his biceps flex when he pulls a shirt over his head. He ruffles his dirty blonde hair with his fingers and then he grins over at me, I am still standing butt naked watching him.

  “I like your new tat.” I grin.

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, lucky girl.”

  He laughs. “She goes alright that girl.”

  “I bet she does.”

  “You better get dressed Mischief, or I am going to take you over that couch and fuck you hard and fast.”

  I flush and pull on a summer dress.

  “Trav?”

  He looks over at me as he is doing up a thick silver chain around his neck.

  “Yeah?”

  “Are we doing this again?”

  He looks serious a moment, then he walks over.

  “Do you want to do this?”

  “I always wanted to do this, but…”

  “Don’t, don’t say but…we fit Mischief, we fit in a way other couples don’t. It’s more than needing you, it’s more than love; it’s a soul binding, penetrating connection that I am hopeless without.”

  I swallow.

  “It’s going to be a long road Trav, you are only just clean…it will be hard.”

  “I know that, I think about those drugs nearly every minute Mischief but when I see you, I have something to fight for. I will always have something to fight for if you are by my side, tell me you will stay with me?”

  I grin.

  “Does this mean we are going steady Mr. Phoenix?”

  He grins back, a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

  “I think this means we are going steady Mischief.”

  I take his face in my hands and press my lips to his.

  “I like steady.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  “Fuck, where are my fucking keys?”

  Travis is in a mood again. Granted, it is only day eighteen since he has been off drugs and he has good and bad days. Most days now are good, but occasionally we have a bad one. I sit on the kitchen bench, watching him swipe papers off the table and kick chairs. I put my hands in my lap and just watch, it is the only way. He will get over it soon enough.

  “Where are they Mischief?” He snaps, glaring at me.

  “No idea.”

  “Well fuck, don’t just sit there and do nothing!”

  I raise my brows.

  “Listen grumpy, I don’t care how bad you feel, don’t speak to me like that.”

  He sighs and grips his hair.

  “Not grumpy.”

  “You are totally grumpy.”

  He walks over to me and grips my face, shifting my legs so he can stand between them. I wrap them around him and pull him close, sliding my backside off the bench just enough to press my sex against his stomach.

  “Sorry baby, I don’t mean to be an asshat.”

  I snort. “Asshat”

  “Forgive me?”

  “That depends.”

  “On?”

  “How good you can make me feel before you go to work.”

  He grins.

  “You drive me crazy woman, but I have to go to work, I am already late.”

  “You are the boss.”

  He grins. “Good point. Come with me, I could use some help today?”

  I beam. “With what? Your work, or your cock?”

  He growls and nips my ear. “Both.”

  “I’m on it.”

  I shove him back and leap off the bench, I run upstairs and change. I have stayed the past few days at Trav’s just to make sure he is feeling better. Travis pleads with me to stay here and live with him, but I don’t think that is the best move for us right now. Even though we have decided to sort things out, there is still a lot of tension and unresolved feelings. Travis doesn’t understand why I won’t sleep with him at night, but it’s because I don’t want to explain my dreams or bother his sleep.

  “You ready?” He asks, pul
ling on his bike helmet.

  I straighten my dress and nod, pulling on the spare. We walk out front and I see Chief in the front yard with a woman, she is gripping his chest and grinning up at him.

  “Later Daddy!” I call.

  The woman turns, her eyes bulge and Chief gives me a horrible look. Yep, she didn’t know he had children. How sad. He raises a hand and waves to me, and I grin as I get on the bike.

  “That was mean.” Trav laughs.

  “He deserves it.”

  Travis guns the bike and we zoom off into the street. When we arrive at Phoenix Records, Janice looks like she is about to pass out when she lays eyes on me. I grin at her, and grip Trav’s hand.

  “Nice to see you again Janice”

  “Oh, oh, sure” She mutters.

  “Janice, keep my calls today unless they are urgent. I have business to take care of.”

  “Your nine o’clock is here Trav…I mean Mr. Phoenix.”

  “Good, I will be in the conference room soon.”

  She nods and we step into the elevator.

  “You fucked her again, didn’t you?”

  Trav looks down at me, his grey eyes squinting.

  “No.”

  “Is that a lie?”

  “No, I didn’t fuck her but…”

  “But…?”

  “I kissed her when I was drunk one night.”

  “Trav!”

  “I know, believe me, she hasn’t stopped calling me.”

  “You are hopeless.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  When we get out on the top floor, the clerks all stare at me as Travis walks me into his office. He kicks the door shut and turns on the lights, I stare at all the paperwork and pile of files on his desk.

  “Well fuck, you’d think I was out for a fucking month.”

  “Need help?”

  “Half of that is fan mail, the other half is filing and accounts. You think you can sort it?”

  “Sure.” I grin, happy to be doing something.

  “I will pay you.”

  I glare at him. “That is kind of weird.”

  “Actually it’s not. I lost my PA and I need another.”

  “Isn’t that like…not allowed?”

  He walks over and grins. “I am the boss, I do what I want.”

  “What if we fight?”

  “You will have your own office, you can lock me out.”

  I laugh.

  “Come on Mischief, I need a new girl and you are perfect for it. Its money and I know you need it.”

  I sigh. “I don’t know Trav…”

  “I will pay you well.”

  “I know that, that’s not what worries me.”

  “What worries you?”

  “That we will spend far too much time together and it’s too soon.”

  He frowns. “Do you want this or not?”

  I narrow my eyes. “Of course”

  “Then what does it matter?”

  “Fine Trav, I will give it a go ok?”

  “You can quit if you hate it.”

  “Alright”

  “Come on, I am going to show you to your office and you can do it all there.”

  “Not allowed in here?” I pout.

  He turns and grips my hips, yanking me close.

  “Of course you are, but if you are in here I won’t get any work done.”

  “Oh? Why?”

  “Because I will be fucking you”

  I flush. “Well ok then.”

  “I am going to a meeting with a damned hard on as it is.”

  I look down at the strain in his jeans.

  “I could suck that away for you.”

  “Fucking stop it Mischief, I have to go…” He growls.

  I grin up at him, licking my lips. He leans down and takes me mouth into a fierce, hungry kiss. I moan and press closer to him, he jerks his hips, grinding his cock against me and I whimper.

  “Please Trav, its ok to be fashionably late.”

  “Fuck it.”

  He shoves me backwards until I land on the couch. He pushes my front over it, and jacks up my dress. He runs his fingers along my thong and slowly pulls it down. He splays a hand out over my backside and squeezes the cheek.

  “Fuck what a beautiful ass”

  I groan when he slides his body over mine, and I hear the tearing of a foil packet. He pulls back a moment, then presses forward. I tense a little, we haven’t done it like this a lot and it is still all new to me. He slides inside me and reaches around to thumb my clit. I groan, tossing my head down on the couch, not giving a damn that my ass is in the air and Travis is thrusting against me.

  “Fuck, I want to spank that beautiful ass.”

  “Spank it.” I moan, gripping a cushion in my hands and clenching.

  He thrusts, and then brings his hand down on my ass; I muffle my scream in the cushion and tilt my hips back as he slams in again. He pulls his length out slowly, rubbing it right on that perfect spot; I clench and push backwards, needing him to give me more. He slides back in, running his palm over my backside. When he pulls out again, he thrusts back hard, bringing his hand down again.

  I come so hard, I shudder and shake around him and he brings his hand down again, heightening my release. He picks up the pace, gripping my hips and raising my ass to meet each hard thrust. He is making that fucking beautiful throaty sound with his chest and murmuring my name. I feel him release, feel him pulsing hard inside me. He lets out a strangled moan and slows.

  “Excuse me Mr. Phoenix?” Someone calls, knocking on the door.

  Travis pulls back, yanking his pants up.

  “What?”

  “The men are wondering where you are?”

  “Coming”

  He helps me up and straightens my dress.

  “Anyone told you today how fucking perfect you are?”

  I smile. “Not today.”

  “Well, you are fucking perfect.”

  I beam.

  “Show me to my desk boss.”

  He laughs and straightens himself up, and then he takes my hand and leads me out of his office. The women look up again, giving him dreamy smiles. He looks smoking hot today, wearing a black, long sleeved button up shirt and black jeans. Even though it isn’t a suit, he still fits the part.

  “Haylee” He calls.

  A woman with short chestnut hair and pretty green eyes stands up and smiles.

  “Yes Mr. Phoenix?”

  “This is Violet, she is my new PA. Can you please show her how everything works?”

  “Yes sir, will you require a coffee this morning? I can have her make it.”

  He grips me and pulls me by his side, stroking my arms.

  “This girl is mine, she doesn’t make coffee. Have someone else do it.”

  Her eyes widen. “Yes sir, of course.”

  “Behave.” He grins, letting me go and walking off.

  When he has shut the elevator doors, I breathe a sigh of relief, so does Haylee.

  “Are you his girlfriend then?” She asks.

  “Something like that. I hope you don’t think I will be bossy or anything, I just want to work like this rest of you.”

  This seems to please her.

  “Ok then, come on and I will show you to your office.”

  My office is beautiful, it overlooks the city and has full floor to ceiling glass windows. A mahogany desk with a black chair sits right in the middle of the room. I smile and look around, admiring the mini palms in one corner and the bookshelves and filing cabinets in the other.

  “Ok, so this is the phone…” Haylee begins.

  Three hours later my head hurts, but I think I have it covered. Haylee leaves me to sort and toss the bags of fan mail and file Trav’s papers. I open the massive bag of fan mail and tip it over my desk. Wow, seriously, wow. I begin going through it, reading the same dreamy crap. I love you, marry me, I am your biggest fan. Bleh. Then I come across another one, one that has the hairs on my arms standing t
o alert.

  Travis, why is she back? I told you if she came back I would hurt her, or you. I don’t want to hurt her. Why can’t you just see we belong together? Why Travis? Get rid of her, I won’t warn you again. TravsAngel.

  Who the fuck is TravsAngel? I take the piece of paper and walk out of the office. Haylee is on the phone, so I glance around looking for someone else. Janice, who is standing and chatting to another girl spots me and gives me a horrible glare.

  “Where is Trav?”

  “It’s Mr. Phoenix to you.” She snaps.

  “No, it’s Trav to me, it’s Mr. Phoenix to you or was I confused before? I am sure it was me he had bent over…”

  “Mischief”

  I turn and Trav is behind me, giving me a look. I smile at him, and give him my best innocent eyes.

  “Hello Mr. Phoenix!” Janice smiles

  “Janice, why are you up here?” He snaps.

  “I was delivering the mail.”

  “Fine, it’s delivered, go downstairs.”

  “Yes, of course, will you require anything before I leave?”

  I snort and Trav squeezes my arm.

  “Nothing, thank you”

  When she is gone, I turn to him.

  “She is a dragon.”

  “I can’t deny that.”

  “I wanted to talk with you about something; will you come into my office?”

  He grins and follows me into my office.

  “What’s up?”

  I hand him the letter, he narrows his eyes and then looks up at me.

  “It’s just fan mail.”

  “I don’t think so Trav, she knows about me, whoever it is watches you.”

  He rubs his chin with those long, sexy fingers.

  “Ok, so if it is a crazy, who is it?”

  “I have no idea.”

  “The mail all comes in through reception and then comes up here, it would have to be someone sending it by mail but someone who knows enough about me to know what I am doing.”

  “Well, have you had any strange messages on your phone?”

  He thinks a moment.

  “Well, there was a few but I delete most…”

  “What did they say?”

  “Oh the usual; where are you? When can we meet?”

  I give him a look and he puts his hands up.