Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance

Copyright © 2013, Adriana Hunter

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Kate was gone. Again.

But this time, Gage Stevens had no intention
of letting her go.

Gage straightened, still breathing heavy, the
sound of Kate’s cab finally fading away into the darkness, the red
glow of the taillights long gone. The wind blew hard around him and
he thrust his hands angrily into his hair, pushing it away from his
face. He could hear angry voices behind him, Jeremy yelling at
Brand from security. Gage sighed. He’d have to face Brand and his
band mate, the guy who he’d just punched in the face.
The guy
he’d turned on because of his comments about Kate.

Gage turned back toward the tour bus, the
breeze chilling his hot skin. Jeremy was gesturing and pointing at
Gage, Brand was holding up his hands in a placating gesture. As
Gage drew closer, he could hear Brand’s low voice, talking to
Jeremy, telling him to just calm down. But as Gage climbed back on
the bus to gather his gear, Jeremy broke free, his face contorted
in anger, a dark bruise already forming on his jaw.

“You hit me, over a piece of tail? What the
hell, man?” Brand grabbed Jeremy’s arm as he tried to climb the
stairs of the bus.

“Let me go. Gage!”

Gage finally found his shirt. Pulling it on,
he glanced around the bus. There wasn’t anything here he needed
right now. He walked back to the front of the bus, watching Jeremy
through the windows. Brand had pulled him away, forcing him into a
waiting limo. Gage could still hear his angry words as Brand tried
to shut the limo door.

“You’re a piece of work, Gage. This, for a
groupie? A piece of ass?” The rest was lost as Brand finally closed
the limo door. Gage watched as the car pulled away and Brand walked
over to him.

“You okay? I’ll call you a limo to take you
to the hotel.” Brand unhooked his radio, holding it to his
face.

But Gage shook his head. “No, man. I’m not
going to the hotel. I need a ride to the airport.”

***

When Kate had left him five years ago, he
hadn’t fought to get her back. He’d really been in no position to;
he’d been a no-name guy, struggling to get his music heard,
reaching for the dream he knew he could achieve. Kate had
wanted…
needed
…him to be something he wasn’t; stable,
reliable and grounded. She couldn’t wait with him for his dream to
happen.

But Gage’s dream had soon grown wings and
taken off, propelling him to fame, more than he’d ever have dreamed
possible. He was a mega-rockstar now, and Kate had now seen that,
first hand. Fate had thrown them together again. Kate’s magazine
had assigned her first to do an interview with Gage and then had
assigned her to go with him on tour. She’d seen that he had gotten
everything he’d wanted out of life…
everything except
her.

And he thought he’d had her. Their passionate
moments while on tour, their fevered love making had him convinced
she should stay. He thought she felt the same way; he wanted her to
feel the same as he did.

But she’d bolted, running out after the last
concert, just minutes after they’d taken each other on a wild
passionate ride, their bodies melded together in ecstasy. He’d told
her to stay. There was something deep inside of Kate that he just
didn’t understand, that last bit of fear that terrified her and
wouldn’t let her see the future that they could have together. That
fear had driven her away once again.

***

Gage secured a seat on the last flight out,
the red-eye across country that would land him in New York first
thing in the morning. As he sat in the almost empty plane, he
thought about Kate, the tumultuous feelings he’d experienced over
the past month.

I love her. What more does she want from
me?
But had he told her that? Maybe. Or maybe he meant to and
never did. He shifted in his seat. The stewardess asked him if he
wanted another drink and as much as he did, he shook his head no.
He wasn’t rockstar Gage Stevens right now; he was the guy going
after his girl and he needed a clear head.

He dozed on the plane, drifting in and out of
restless sleep, playing over every moment he’d spent with Kate,
rehashing every conversation, looking for answers. But what brought
him to sudden wakefulness was the realization that he really didn’t
know how to find Kate Preston in New York.

***

Kate dropped her purse on the floor of her
apartment, leaning back against the door. She sighed, pushing
herself upright. She’d gone straight to the airport after running
away from Gage, jumped on a flight out to New York, leaving behind
her newly bought wardrobe and many of her personal belongings. All
she carried of value was her tape recorder with the latest
interviews and the notes she’d made on tour.
That’s all that
matters now, my job.

The apartment had a dusty, disused smell. She
bent down, grabbed her bag and headed for her bedroom. Stripping
off her clothes, she debated crawling into bed, but turned for the
bathroom instead. At minimum, a shower would at least wash away the
exhaustion, and help her relax.

She let the hot water pound against her
shoulders and neck, stream through her hair. The smell of her own
shampoo and soap was comforting as she washed her hair, soaping her
hands and running them down her arms, over her breasts and stomach,
over her legs. But nothing could wash away the feel of Gage’s hands
on her body, his mouth pressed against hers, licking, sucking…his
cock forced deep inside her, pounding her, filling her
completely.

Kate jerked herself back to reality, shaking
her head. There was no sense in heading down those dangerous paths
in her mind. She rinsed herself under the stream of water, briefly
contemplating turning it to a cold shower. Grabbing for towels, she
wrapped one around her head and another around her body.

Her bed was waiting. Kate pulled back the
covers, crawling beneath the cool clean linens. She pulled them
over her head, willing herself to go to sleep.

But again, images of Gage invaded her mind.
As much as she wanted to forget the last month, fragments kept
popping up: watching him from the audience at the last concert,
seeing the sheer joy in his face as he sang to the crowd. The last
time they were together, after that same concert, the passion and
heat he ignited in her body, her very soul.

And the last words Gage had said to her had
not been the ones she’d wanted to hear. She’d wanted something more
than he apparently was ready to offer. Every insecurity Kate ever
possessed rose up in her mind; her lack of confidence, her innate
shyness, her less than model thin frame.

And her job: her vaunted journalism career,
currently hanging by a thread. This last assignment she’d been
given, the one that had brought Gage back into her life, was all
that was keeping her employed. The irony struck her hard. She’d
left Gage because he wouldn’t give up his dream to do something
real…something concrete. And she’d followed her dream and was a
failure.

What did she really want from him? She wanted
to know she would be his, and his alone, that the endless groupies,
the beautiful, slender, gorgeous girls at the after parties, all
the trappings of the rock and roll lifestyle he’d become accustomed
to wouldn’t lure him away from her. And he’d never told her that he
loved her.

Exhaustion finally overtook her mind and
body. But she’d no more than fallen into a heavy sleep when the
phone rang. She dragged her mind back from the depths, swearing
under her breath, kicking herself for not turning the damn thing
off.

“Hello,” she mumbled into the receiver. She
squinted at the clock on the desk; it was just past noon.

“Kate? This is Ursula. What the hell has
happened?” The anger in Ursula’s voice was like a slap in the face.
Kate was instantly awake.

“Did you get the interviews from the tour?
Did you at least manage to do that?”

“Yes, but…what…the story’s not due for
another week. Why are you yelling?” Shock replaced confusion; had
she missed some deadline?

“No, the story is not due for another week.
That’s not why I’m calling. I’m calling because I’ve been on the
phone all morning with Gage Stevens’ manager. Gage has apparently
gone missing as of last night. The last thing security saw was you
running from his tour bus in tears and one of his band mates is
sporting a bruised face in all the photos spread across the
tabloids this morning. I want to know exactly what happened.”

Kate closed her eyes. There was no easy way
to explain this, especially to Ursula. She’d crossed a professional
line in her job and she’d probably lose that job once Ursula found
out the whole story.

“Well, um…it’s like this…” Before she could
finish the sentence, Ursula cut her off.

“Hold on. My assistant tells me Gage is
calling here, for you. We have him on another line.” There was a
brief muffled conversation. Then Ursula was back on the line.

“This is highly unusual. He’s asking for your
phone number. Kate, you have a great deal of explaining to do. But,
do you want me to give him your number? He’s arguing that he will
only speak to you.”

Kate’s mouth had gone dry, her heart
pounding. Gage was looking for her. She realized she was clutching
the phone, nodding her head.

“Yes,” she whispered.
No!
Her mind
screamed.

“Alright, we’ll give him your contact
information. But you need to meet with me first thing in the
morning with the status of this series of articles. There is no
room for failure with this, Kate.” The line went dead.

Kate stared at the receiver in her hand,
shock flushing her face pink and setting her pulse into overdrive.
This is all too much.
She finally set the receiver gently
back down only for it to begin to ring almost instantly. She sucked
in her breath, staring at the telephone, almost willing it to stop.
It clicked over to the answering machine. And then Gage’s voice was
there, coming out of the speaker.

“Kate? Are you there? Pick up…please…” In an
almost panic, Kate grabbed the phone from its cradle.

“I’m here, Gage.”

There was silence on the other end. She
thought he’d hung up, but then she heard the sound of his ragged
breathing.
He sounds almost…frantic,
she thought.

“Kate, I thought I lost you…for a second
time. And I’m not ready to go through that pain, not again.”

Kate had no words for Gage. She simply
waited, her heart in her throat, her chest growing tight with
anxiety. She heard him take a deep breath.

“I know there’s a lot that was left unsaid, a
lot of things I did—or didn’t do—but I’m not willing to just let
you walk out of my life again. Not this time.”

“Gage, what do you want from me?”

“I want us to try again. I want to try again,
with you. I’m ready to listen to what you want…to really hear you
this time. Will you let me try? Will you give us…give
me
another try?”

Kate closed her eyes. “I don’t know…”

“Please. Kate, at least meet me somewhere,
talk to me. Please.” He hesitated. “I love you.”

Tears slid down Kate’s face. As much as she’d
wanted—
needed
—to hear those words, she didn’t know how to
react now that Gage had finally said them. A sudden flush of molten
heat fused its way through her body, wrapping itself around her
heart, warming her skin, quickening her pulse and forcing her to
press her back against the wall for support. She slid down to the
cool floor in a crumpled heap, and took a deep breath.

“Gage, I’ll meet with you…I really want
to…but not tonight. I’m so drained that I can’t even think straight
and I know you must be, too.” She heard him begin to protest but
quickly cut him off.