More Than a Feeling (Curves for the Rock Star 3 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance) (4 page)

“
Give me two
minutes.”

Before I had chance to press him
further, he was striding stark-naked into the kitchen of our hotel
suite. We had a few hours to kill before catching our flight to the
south of France and I wondered if this was even a good time to
consider bringing Luke's parenthood up. But would there ever be a
good time? Not really. I didn’t want to sour this moment. As much
as I wanted to press Rick on the matter, I wasn't sure I was in the
mood for a miserable few hours on a plane as we both sat seething
at each other.

Maybe it could wait, after
all.

“
Coffee's on,” Rick said
matter-of-factly. I burst out laughing. “What's the
matter?”

“
I'm sorry, I can't
believe you just walk around with your bits hanging out like that.
This place has windows, you know.”

Rick looked down at his manhood,
clearly perplexed. “What's up with that? You know me. I like to
rock out with my cock out.”

I rolled my eyes. “Clearly.”

“
You should try it some
time. It's liberating. We were born like this, Amy. I don't need no
stinking dressing gown to go about my business. In fact, come on.
Go for a walk. Right now.”

“
What are you talking
about?”

“
I dare you,” he
whispered, a devilish smile creeping across that gorgeous face of
his. “Take that sexy, naked body of yours and slowly walk out of
this room, into the lounge, pause in front of that huge window and
then come right back here.”

“
No fucking
way.”

He sat in a leather chair, his
legs and arms apart, oozing confidence and a lack of inhibition.
“Go on. Double-dare you. You’ll make me so
hard
again if you
do.”

I felt my heart beat a little
faster, a smile reluctantly forming across your face. “I don't have
your self-belief. You know how I feel about my body.”

“
Well, it's time to unfeel
it.”

“
That's not a real
word.”

“
Stop stalling, sexy.
Walk.”

I took a deep breath and sat on
the edge of the bed.
Get a backbone, Amy,
I thought.
Do
something crazy. Why not?

I flashed a smile at Rick before
composing myself and making my way along the cold marble floor. The
light from the ten-foot tall floor-to-ceiling windows came into
view and I closed my eyes briefly before entering the lounge. My
stomach did cartwheels as cool air pricked at my bare skin. Soon,
the skyline of Los Angeles appeared before me, tens of thousands of
potential voyeurs looking at my naked body. I turned to see Rick
smiling widely and rushed back, exhilarated.

“
Shit! I can't believe I
did that.”

“
I can,” Rick said,
grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “You're sexier than
you think. You're just starting to realise it.”

I glanced across at my Giuseppe
Zanotti high heels and bit my lip. “Well,” I purred, stroking his
cheek, “if I'm going to put on a show...”

I slipped into them, the
metallic python print perfect for capturing the light of the LA sun
in front of that window.

“
...I may as well do it
properly.”

My mind raced as almost six
inches of heels (made, thankfully, much more wearable by a
two-inch-high concealed platform) clicked their way down the
polished marble. The butterflies in my stomach were still there,
but this time I felt like Rick wasn't daring me to do it. I was
daring myself. I wanted to show off my sexy, feminine curves and
voluptuous breasts; curves that had betrayed me and mocked me in
the mirror for so long. Curves I had come to love and adore because
the man I desired, all rippling muscle and lickable skin, was
turned on by them.

I made Rick hard and that made
me fearless.

I paused at the window, my
nipples hard and pussy wet. I pressed my palms against the glass
and looked over at Rick, his eyes all over me like a thousand
hands. Slowly and deliberately, I made my way back, letting all of
LA get one last look at my wavy red hair cascading down my bare
back, my body completely exposed but far from vulnerable. When I
reached Rick, he was fully erect again.

“
Enjoy that,
rockstar?”

I climbed onto him and impaled
myself on nine inches of sheer pleasure, the depth of his
penetration causing me to gasp as if for the first time. God, I
loved him.

I didn't know it at the time,
but that love was about to be tested in a way I'd never have
imagined in my worst nightmares.

“
Still no word on Sean’s
funeral,” Rick sighed. “They're not releasing the body to his
family until the coroner's report is in.”

With a bandmate killed and Jake
facing multiple criminal charges, it was fair to assume that
Beautiful Losers was officially over for good. Rick still had
questions to answer, too; he would inevitably have to testify at
Jake's trial and against the two men who kidnapped Luke and shot
Sean. We needed to return to some kind of normality – and fast –
but things were going to be insane for a long time to come.

Rick's private jet began the
descent into the Languedoc region. The peace and tranquillity of
Southern France seemed like the perfect setting to breathe a little
and escape the madness for a while.

“
How long do you want to
stay here?” I asked.

“
Oh, I don't know. A week.
A fortnight. A month, a year...we'll see. Let's not have a grand
plan, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“
I need to start figuring
my life out. I'm in my thirties now. Maybe it's time I grew up a
bit.”

“
You'll never grow up
completely,” I smiled. “I wouldn't want you to. I love my sexy
little manchild.”

Rick blew me a kiss. “Fine.
Maybe not completely. But I have responsibilities I've been
shirking. Sean had a family, Amy. They're going to need some help.
He saved Luke's life, after all – and mine.”

“
True.”

“
And Luke...I want a
relationship with him beyond money, you know? I look into his eyes
and see myself looking back but without all the bad decisions and
bullshit. I don't want him to lose his way like I did. I need to
help him with that.”

I leaned forward and touched
Rick's knee. “You didn't turn out so bad. Stop being so hard on
yourself.”

“
You count drug-taking,
not waking up for four days and blowing a couple of million dollars
on booze and partying 'not bad', Amy?”

“
That was a long time ago.
Look at you now. You have a successful solo career, a beautiful son
and a smoking-hot woman. What's to complain about?”

Rick smirked. “Nothing. And
that's another thing – you.”

“
Me?”

“
You're the best thing
that's ever happened to me. Like,
ever
. I want us to get
married, have kids someday. Do you want that too?”

I felt my cheeks go warm. Was he
kidding? Did he even have to ask? “Of course I do.”

“
Maybe you'll be the one
thing I finally get right, Amy. But I need to clear up all this
mess with Sean and Jake first.”

The wheels hit the tarmac and we
both jolted back in our seats. “Down to Earth with a bump,” I
mused. “Literally.”

I breathed a huge sigh of relief
as I saw the village come into view, my hand resting on Rick’s leg
as he drove us to our French getaway. No limousines this time; this
was going to be the beginning of a more simple us; a time to
reflect and relax away from the madness of Rick’s superstar
world.

“
It looks even more
beautiful than I remember,” I smiled as he lifted my hand to his
lips. Pulling in to the courtyard, he paused for a moment, looking
up at the main bedroom shutters.

“
What’s wrong?”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t
remember leaving those open. Do you?”

“
No. We probably just
forgot.”

Rick pursed his lips. “I don’t
think so, Amy. I never forget to lock everywhere.”

“
The wind,
then?”

“
They have an iron latch.
The wind couldn’t shift those.”

I felt a chill run through me.
“Rick, you’re scaring me. You think we’ve had a break-in? This is
the middle of nowhere. Nobody even knows this place exists,
right?”

He paused. “Right.”

We got out of the car and moved
nervously towards the front door. Rick gently pushed it.

Locked. Thank God for that.

He laughed and turned to me.
“Sorry. Just getting paranoid in my old age.”

“
Well, you did almost get
shot and killed recently. I’ll cut you some slack.”

We grabbed our suitcases and
dropped them on the front entrance. Rick opened the door and, as I
headed back to the car to get my bag, his cracked voice cut through
the cool French air.

“
Amy. We have a
problem.”

As we both cautiously stepped
inside, I felt my insides freeze. The place was trashed; papers and
belongings scattered everywhere, platinum discs smashed on the
ground and awards cracked in pieces on the stone floor.

I tried to speak but no words
came out. “What the hell…” I mouthed.

Rick grabbed an iron poker from
the fireplace and peered around walls and doorways. “Stay back,” he
warned.

After several minutes of my
heart beating way beyond a healthy rate, he entered the last room –
the bedroom. The walls were smeared in blood-red paint, the
bedsheets thrown around and cut to ribbons.

“
There’s nobody here,” he
murmured. “The place is clear.”

I grabbed his arm. “What the
flying fuck is going on, Rick? What is this?”

“
Well, we’ve clearly had
an intruder. Pretty fucking angry one, too.”

“
But nobody knows this
place even exists! Just us.”

Rick’s head dropped.

“
It’s only us,
right
, Rick?”

He looked to the wall behind me
and his gaze suddenly froze. “Oh, shit.”

I turned and completely lost the
strength in my legs, dropping to my knees at what I saw. There was
a photograph of me –
me!
– pinned to the wall with a huge
knife, the tip of its blade piercing my throat. Above it was a
single word, scrawled in red paint, the trails of each letter
running down the wall like rivers of blood.

WHORE

I struggled to breathe. “Who
else…knows about this place…?”

“
There’s only one
person.”

I breathed in deep and slowly
rose to my feet. “Who, Rick?”

He looked me in the eyes, worry
creeping across his face. “Luke’s mother.”

“
Julia?” I
stammered.

“
No, Amy,” he replied,
walking slowly to the bed and perching on the end of it. “Luke
isn’t Julia’s son. But you knew that already, right?”

I composed myself. “I had an
inkling.”

Suddenly, a phone rang. We both
practically jumped out of our skin and fumbled around before I
realised it was my muffled ringtone, buried in the bag I had left
downstairs. We both ran for it and I pulled it out to see “Withheld
Number” on the caller display.

“
Hello?”

My blood ran cold as I heard a
woman’s voice laughing uncontrollably on the other end. The
laughter grew more uncontrollable, breathless even.

“
Who…who is
this?”

Like a cassette player being
paused, the laughter stopped abruptly. A sweet, almost faint voice
spoke.
"Don't sleep. Don't close your eyes for a
second. If you do, you'll never open them again."

As the call went dead, I
realised my entire body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Her name is Louisa."

Rick slumped his body into an
armchair as I sat opposite him. He took a deep sigh and looked up
at me.

"We were both young, both stupid
and both extremely fucked up."

"How long were you together?" I
asked.

"God, I don't know. Does the
length of time even matter? We were on and off then on again, then
off again. You've got to remember, this was when Beautiful Losers
had their first album out. I met her at a gig in Germany. She
latched on to me, got her hooks in me and wouldn't let go. God
knows I tried enough times to get rid of her."

"Did you love her?"

"Hell, no!" Rick sputtered.
"Like I said, we were just young and stupid. But I couldn't have
ever fallen in love with her if I tried. She was crazy as a
coconut. She would have absolutely bombastic mood swings – one
minute she was all over me and lovey-dovey, the next minute she
wanted to slit my throat. Literally. She almost did a couple of
times. If it hadn't been for a couple of other guys in the band,
she might have succeeded."

I looked around at the carnage
the house had been left in. This wasn't the act of someone just
jealous or insecure. "So how did she become pregnant with
Luke?"

"Because, Amy, we had a common
thread that bound us together – our love of drugs at the time. We
weren't even a couple at that point, but she turned up at a press
junket I was doing in the UK and we ended up in bed together. I was
high as a kite, she was probably high too. At least that's what I
thought at the time. Now I know better."

"What do you mean?"

"It was her attempt to keep hold
of me for good. Get pregnant, have a kid – she was too calculating
to have been high when she did that. Now, I think she knew exactly
what she was doing. She had her eyes wide open the whole time.
Anyway, I don't even remember us having sex that night but we
clearly did because Luke's here and the rest is history."