Rise: A Second Chance Rockstar Romance (Rock God Book 1) Page 13

  Fuck that. I pull out as she gasps her protest, then screams as I take my slick cock in my hand and rub my pierced tip on her swollen clit.

  “Shit. I’m gonna come.” She sits up as if it’s happened so fast she can’t handle it.

  “That’s it. Come for me, Gia. Come, baby.” I push her back, my hand wrapping around her neck to hold her still.

  Her eyes blink at me wide as I watch her come apart, fucking explode. Holding for one more second, I let go and slam my cock back inside her.

  “Fuck,” I grunt. “Christ, it’s good with us.” I’m done. I’m not holding back. She can take it and then some.

  My balls tighten as I pound into her tight cunt. I’m so close but not ready for it to end. Her nails claw my back as her pussy clenches tight, like a vise, milking the cum out of me.

  And I’m soaring, free, as my body jerks. I fill her warm cunt with my seed. Wave after wave of euphoria flows through my body.

  I look down at her, and as our breathing calms, I slowly pull out. Brushing a strand of hair off her neck. “Come on, baby.” I stand and bring her relaxed, almost drugged body with me.

  “I can’t move,” she mumbles.

  I grin and carry her into the suite, straight to the bedroom. When I lie her down on the bed, she curls into a ball and reaches for me.

  “Where are you going?” She pouts as she watches me head to the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I almost do a double take at my reflection.

  Christ, I’m smiling like a fucking lovesick idiot. It’s pathetic, but for the first time in my life I’m happy.

  I grab a washcloth and wait for the water to get hot. I can’t seem to let myself have this. Peace is fleeting to me; I’m always trying to stay one step ahead. The problem is I somehow have forgotten what that one step is.

  The truth is, I can’t believe I’ll get to have her, this. It’s always in the back of my mind that something bad will happen.

  I turn off the sink with way more force than necessary and bring the washcloth over to clean Gia up. She sleeps peacefully. Her easy breathing almost makes me jealous. I never sleep that well; insomnia is not unusual for me.

  It’s fucked up.

  Clearly this is because of my dream.

  I take a breath and close my eyes. Enjoy this, Granger.

  Enjoy us.

  Trust that it won’t be taken away, or that I’ll fuck it up. I toss the washcloth aside and climb into bed. The crisp, cool sheets feel perfect.

  The heat clicks on, and I pull Gia into my arms. She groans, turning her face toward my neck. I grin, thinking about the morning and the tree I have coming.

  I haven’t had a Christmas tree since my grandfather died. I don’t know why, but on a spur of the moment, I had Rafe arrange for someone to have a real tree fully decorated when we wake up, which is another reason Gia needs to not be roaming around anymore.

  “Was I good? Is Santa coming?” She snuggles in closer, lying on top of me.

  I kiss her forehead. “I guess we shall see in the morning.”

  “’Kay,” she mumbles. Her phone on her nightstand lights up with a picture of her mom.

  Yeah, that headache is going away tomorrow. I owe Janet more than that. The woman practically fed me every night for years. She was more a mom to me than mine.

  I’ll be dealing with all this shit in the morning, I’m sure that’s why Gia was up. She feels guilty about lying to her mom and not spending Christmas with her.

  I close my eyes, needing to sleep, but music fills my head. I embrace it, let the words swirl around me, memorizing them so I can write them down later.

  A deep sigh brings me back to her. I tighten my arms. Her full breasts and warm body rise and fall as I inhale her scent and let my body relax. In and out, her chest rises and falls.

  She sighs my name, and I grin again. Gia makes me want to be better. A better man, a better musician. We can have it all, and I need to know that. You can’t control who your heart beats for, who touches your soul.

  I sigh as I match her breathing, letting it slow my pulse and rest my mind.

  For this moment, I’m at peace.

  RHYS

  Past – Twenty-seven years old

  New York, New York

  Warm, minty breath tinged with vanilla and coffee tickles my ear and I smile. Rolling over, I prop one arm behind my neck.

  “Merry Christmas.” Gia is straddling me on her knees. Her hair is wet, falling around her breasts, and she has that goddamn camera in my face.

  “Smile.” She laughs. My eyes feast on her tits. Her fucking rosy nipples are hard.

  “Put down the camera,” I command, grabbing her hips. She ignores me, laughing as she snaps photos.

  “Brat, if you want to keep that camera, I’d put it down.”

  She gasps when I jerk her hips to my face. “Rhys, you’re such an ass sometimes.” But she wisely sets her camera down. I pull her legs toward me, positioning them on either side of my head.

  “Grab hold of the headboard and sit on my face.” She tries to scoot back, but there is no way—I’m gonna eat this cunt for breakfast.

  “Rhys, stop.” Her voice is breathy, and I smile at her shyness. Gia likes to act all worldly, but she’s innocent on pretty much everything but blowjobs. I’m not going to think about that right now.

  “Come on, baby. Spread your legs and fuck my face.” Puffing out some air, she grabs the headboard and I guide her honey right down onto my mouth.

  “That’s it.” I lick and suck her clit, then grab her ass. “Relax.” I bring her down and shove my tongue inside her.

  “Oh my God.” She throws her head back and closes her eyes. I guide her hips up and down on my face.

  “This is… Rhys,” she whimpers and grasps my shoulder, digging her nails into it. She lifts up, almost as though she’s horrified she loves this. “Wait. I need to…” She looks down at me, her lips red, her nipples hard, and her cunt wet.

  “Gia. I’m not playing.” I grab her wrist with one hand and shift the other to her ass. “Now make yourself come.”

  She instantly tries to pull her hands away, but I’m ten times stronger. Smiling, I lick my lips and taste her. Her eyes flash with defiance. I’m taking away her control.

  “Can I at least have my hands—”

  “No, fuck my face.” She closes her eyes. “Eyes on me. You watch me eat your cunt,” I growl as she tries to break away one more time. Her eyes lock with mine and I grin at her distress. She lowers her pussy to my face and rubs herself against me. Fascinated, I watch her come to life and let her slick arousal saturate me.

  Her hips grind, her chest is flushed, and she’s panting like she’s on a treadmill.

  “I’m gonna come,” she says, her voice ragged. I let go of her hands and hear her claw the wall while I suck on her clit, my thumb reaching to stroke her folds and move to her rosette hole.

  As soon as my thumb rubs it, she goes off, pulsing and coming in my mouth. I grab her and flip her over. Spreading her legs, I thrust my cock deep inside her.

  “So fucking tight.” I pump into her and hold her ass. Our bodies slap together almost as if we’re making music.

  My nostrils flare as I inhale our scent and rub my hand up and down her back.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” I pound into her.

  “Rhys,” she says, her voice husky with need. Her pussy latches onto my hard shaft; my thumb rubs her hole.

  I pull out and she yelps in protest. “Shhh.” I slap her ass, causing her to turn.

  “Lie facedown and keep this ass up,” I demand. Her long, sooty lashes bat at me, and for the first time since I’ve known her she looks at me unsure.

  I cock my head at her, pissed. “What the fuck? You don’t trust me?”

  Her eyes dip to my wet cock, then up to my face. “I do… but you’re huge and I don’t think…”

  “You either do or you don’t?” I cut her off, gritting my teeth. I have no idea why this is pissing me off so much. She sh
ould know how I feel, that I treasure her. Fuck, I’m risking a lot having her with me.

  “Gia?” I growl, my cock throbbing. I’m seconds away from standing up and jerking myself off.

  “I do. I trust you, Rhys. You know I do,” she retorts and flips over to stare at me. “What’s happening?” She reaches for my cock and I slap her hand away.

  “What the hell? Are you kidding me? I was seconds away from coming,” she exclaims.

  I chuckle. Leave it to Gia to be greedy.

  “Never mind. I’ll do it myself.” She spreads her legs, moving her hand toward her clit.

  I straighten, watching her hesitate.

  “Perfect,” I sneer. This has somehow gone to shit. It’s Christmas and I’m standing with my cock in my hand instead of in her cunt.

  Slowly I stroke myself, pulling on my piercing. “Do it,” I demand. “Never mind, Gia.” I jerk myself off fast, hoping to finish in a rush.

  “Why are you acting like this?” she fires right back, eyes narrowing as she looks at my face.

  “Squeeze your tits. I’m close,” I rasp. “Or do you want me to get a groupie in here to help? They have no problem spreading their legs. That way, I can come and you can learn.” And there’s my self-destructive behavior. My ugly words just hang in the air, smothering us.

  She gets up on her knees. I fully expect nails in my chest or ugly words in return.

  “Go ahead, Brat, tell me I’m shit. Remind me how I’ll never be happy or have true love,” I grind out.

  She cocks her head and slowly reaches for me. I flinch, as if her touch has burned me, and to be honest, maybe she has because my heart actually burns.

  Her fingers trace my lips as if she can magically heal me and she shakes her head. “I refuse to let you do this.” Her beautiful eyes shine with tears. I grab her wrist and hold it tight.

  Our eyes lock.

  “You want to know if I trust you? I love you. Is that enough trust for you?” Her voice is strong and confident.

  Time stops.

  She loves me. I let go of her wrist.

  She puts her hand on my heart, as if she knows that’s what needs to heal the most. I reach up to take it away, but instead I jerk her into my arms, burying my face in her neck.

  She smells like vanilla and me and I like it. Need it. I pull her head back and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Somehow, she’s become my everything, and I’m too raw to speak it. Her tongue twists with mine and we fall back onto the bed.

  “I need to be inside you.”

  She opens her legs and I thrust in. Her slick walls take me; her words float around my ears like a symphony.

  I love you.

  In and out, I thrust into her slowly, kissing her mouth, her eyes, then back to her lips. I make love to her with my body because I can’t say the words.

  Her nails dig into my ass, and her honey core grabs my cock. “I love you, Rhys Granger.” She goes over, her eyes turning almost black as she arches her neck. I latch onto it, sucking as I let myself come inside her. Releasing all my poison, I soar with the sound of her harsh breathing.

  “Fuck.” I pull out and roll onto my back. As we let ourselves recover. Throwing an arm over my eyes, I attempt to digest what just happened. I sense her getting out of bed and I grab her, rolling on top of her.

  “You know you’re fucked, right? You think I was obsessed before? You’ve woken the beast.”

  “I’m counting on it.” She smiles and wraps her arms around my neck.

  I’m not sure she gets it: I am obsessed. She’s mine.

  I have no intention of ever letting her go.

  GIA

  Past – Eighteen years old

  New York, New York

  Oh God. This is it. This is when he actually tells me that he loves me. I can see it in his eyes, sense it in his body. This is… what is that freaking noise?

  I close my eyes and count in my head for my phone to stop ruining my life.

  I know it’s crazy, but every time Rhys gets close to uttering those coveted words, my mom calls.

  It’s unbelievable. I wait while the ringing continues, my breaths coming in short bursts, and I shudder, knowing that when I open my eyes, all we experienced moments ago will be lost. Gone, evaporated into thin air. I swallow, but my throat is dry. That was intense and scary. I took a big leap, and now the phone interrupts me like an annoying fucking hornet.

  At last, the vibrating stops and I crack my eyes open and stare up at him. He’s grinning and I almost burst into tears. Maybe the moment isn’t lost.

  “Trying to block her out?” He kisses my mouth, which has formed a stunned “O,” and reaches over me to grab my phone. He hands it to me. Excitement followed by fear fills me. Why is he handing me my phone? I’m not calling my mom. I’m already filled with guilt about lying to her and not coming home for Christmas.

  Rhys and I are only now finding our way. He needs to know I’m one-hundred percent in. He comes first. If I leave, even to go visit my mom, that will leave him available to the numerous fucking women, and that’s not something I can risk.

  My mom will have to understand. She was young and in love at one time, I think. I mean, she despises my dad now, but I’m sure at some point in their relationship she would do what I’m doing. At the end of the day, she will get over it. I’m definitely needed here more.

  If only Axel would show up at least with a gift or something. I know he won’t. He probably isn’t even in town, and you can’t get ahold of him unless he wants you to, which bugs me. Why is it always my job to make sure Mom is not alone on holidays?

  ’Cause you always do.

  Axel has no clue what’s going on. If I told him he needed to be there for Mom, he would, but that can’t happen either. I’ll call her tomorrow and tell her I had food poisoning. That I was so sick I didn’t even remember it was Christmas, and now I’m super busy and will check in soon.

  I mean, that could happen.

  The flick of the lighter brings me back to Rhys. He’s leaning back on the headboard smoking and watching me. It’s relaxed and my heart aches. I almost blurt I love you again, but that might be a bit much. He looks okay with me saying it. Actually, he looks happy I said it, so I’m gonna leave it at that.

  I smile at him and sit up, bringing the white sheet with me. I have no idea why I do this. Rhys has seen every inch of my body and then some, if me sitting on his face this morning means anything.

  “You need to call her, Gia.” He pulls me so close that his strong heartbeat vibrates through my back. His tan, tattooed arm holds me tight. He’s so hot, dominating, and nasty that it’s hard to breathe.

  As if he can read my thoughts, he brings his cigarette to my lips. It’s such a simple thing to share a cigarette with someone, but with Rhys it’s like foreplay.

  God, my face is getting hot. I’m mortified that I can’t seem to get enough of him. Sitting with him makes me want to climb on top of him and rub my clit on his giant, pierced penis.

  I sigh as smoke escapes my mouth and deal with one thing at a time.

  “I will tomorrow.” I cross my legs and look down at his dick. It’s hard again, and I’m ready to lean down and take him in my mouth.

  “No. Call her now. Tell her we’ll be there for dinner.” He puts the cigarette in his mouth and swings his legs over the bed, reaching for his own phone.

  “What?” I’m so stunned I sit motionless and stare at his back, focusing on the tattoo of a large black raven sitting on a guitar.

  He turns and grins, causing my heart to flutter. “And Merry Christmas, Brat.” He stands and my eyes trail down his perfect body. Michelangelo would have begged to sculpt him. I need to shoot him naked.

  “Call her. Have her set the table for three.” He turns, taking a long drag from the cigarette. Something has to be wrong with me. I’m losing it and staring at him like a complete idiot.

  My mom. “Wait, did you say three?” He rubs his chest as he looks out the window. It appears to be gra
y and snowing slightly.

  “Make the call. I need a shower.” He inhales and my gaze drifts to his hard cock.

  “Gia.” My eyes dart up to his amused face. “I’m not hiding us anymore. I owe you and your mom more than that. Also, she should not be without you for Christmas.”

  I nod because he’s right, I know he’s right, but this could be a terrible mistake.

  “The…” My voice cracks, so I clear my throat and sit up straight. “The thing is, Axel could show up. And I’ve been lying for almost a month. Can’t we spend Christmas alone?”

  “Call, Gia. We’re having dinner with Janet. Unless you want to surprise her.” He laughs. “And try to focus on something other than my cock right now.”

  “Oh my God. You’re unbelievable.” I throw a pillow at his retreating back. “I’m not thinking about your…”

  But he disappears into the large bathroom. The sound of the shower tells me he’s serious. If he wasn’t, I’d be in the shower with him.

  “God,” I groan and bring the sheet up while reviewing my options. Should we surprise her?

  No, that would be bad. I’m gonna have to call and stop acting stupid. Once she sees Rhys, she’ll know that what I did was right and all will be forgiven. Also, I need to break it to her that I have no plans of returning to college. My life is with Rhys now, and he’s a full-time job, along with my photography.

  What am I, crazy? She’s gonna freak. I can already hear her tell me no man is worth dropping out of college for.

  Rhys is though. He needs me. All that fame and money can’t buy him happiness, but I can make him happy. I love him and I know he loves me.

  I’m a little disappointed he didn’t say he loved me back. But he does. I can feel it. If he didn’t love me, there’s no way he’d be getting on his private jet to Los Angeles to have Christmas with my mom.

  I pick up my phone and look at the numerous missed calls from her and Julianna.

  I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I push on Mom’s number.

  “Hello? Gia?”

  “Hey, Mo—”

  “Oh my God. What is wrong with you? Didn’t you see the 911?” She sounds like she’s been crying, and my mom is not a crier. She also uses 911 a lot so, no, I did not take it seriously. I sit up and start to sweat.