Rocking a SECRET (11 page)

“So, obviously I’m getting money from some
guy. While fucking Kace. This is just great. The icing on the damn
cake.”

“Stella, calm down.” Mallory tells me.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. We just talked about how
you need to get your job back. Again. You can’t punch him the next
time you see him.”

“If it’s any consolation, he was really
upset when he was talking about you. And he showed me the texts
about ignoring you, and then embarrassing you. I’m assuming you
know about those, too.”

“Yes. We know. Did he tell you anything
else?”

“Actually, Reina. I think I may know
something you don’t. I did tell him I was asking for outside help
from friends who wouldn’t spill his secrets. So, he knows about me
talking to you. Of course he doesn’t know it’s ‘you.’”

“Show us what you’ve got.”

She reaches into her large purse and pulls
out a folder, sliding it to the middle of the table before taking
out the pictures and spreading them out. “Holy shit,” I say. “He’s
not protecting himself.”

“No. He’s not.”

No wonder he’s been doing whatever the
blackmailer wants. It’s not to keep pictures of himself from
surfacing. It’s much worse. The pictures are of the very married
Marvin…and Vivian, Kace’s mom. Things just got a lot more
complicated.

* * *

Kace

I’m alone in my suite, thinking about
Stella, as usual. I need to come up with a plan on how to get her
back once this mess is all taken care of. I have faith in Mel. Of
course I also have to see what Mel finds out about Stella. If
there’s some other guy involved, I’m out. No matter how much I love
her, and want her, I will not share her. It would kill me.

I’m still thinking about this when there’s a
knock at my door. I go over and look through the peephole. It’s
Stella. It’s like my thoughts brought her here—well, not exactly.
She’d be naked if I manifested her. Not in this black and white
tank-top and pants pajama set she’s wearing now. They’re loose and
hide most of the curves I know and love. She’s still the most
beautiful and sexy woman I’ve ever met. I take a deep breath and
open the door.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to open it,”
she says, biting her bare lip and walking in when I step back.

Damn if she’s not hotter when she’s like
this. With no makeup, and her hair all loose and natural around the
shoulders. I love her when she’s all bombshell, but this…this is
when she’s devastatingly beautiful.

I close the door before answering. “I’m the
one who was wrong. I know it. What I said…I didn’t mean it, Stella.
I swear I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s what everyone thinks when they see
me, you know? That I’m just some chick who sleeps with every guy
she meets. Even before I started making my hair more blonde, or
wearing red lipstick. I’m smart, but no one cares. And yeah, I’ve
been with lots of guys. But most of those guys have been with lots
of girls. And no one calls them a ‘whore’ or ‘easy.’”

“You’re not those things. I don’t think of
you like that.”

“A part of you does, or you wouldn’t have
said that to me. I’ve been called those things a lot, Kace. But
until you said them to me, I never felt like they were true.”

Her lips are trembling and I see tears
forming in her eyes. No. Just no. “You’re not. At all. Come here,
love.”

I gather her into my arms, pick her up, and
carry her to the couch, holding her on my lap as she cries. I kiss
the top of her head and whisper reassurances until she finally
stills and just wraps her arms around me, holding tight.

“I’m a mess.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“I came here to seduce you into giving me my
job back.”

“So I should hold out and not tell you that
I don’t want anyone else dressing me until you give me a nice
blow?”

“Ass,” she tells me as she swats my arm,
before looking up to glare at me. “And my mouth on your cock last
time was just ‘nice’? Really?”

“I almost lost consciousness, so that would
be a no.”

“I’m waiting.”

“For?”

“You to better describe my mouth on you.
Sucking and licking…”

“You’re evil. Pure fucking evil.”

I stand up fast and toss her over my
shoulder. I walk into my bedroom and throw her down on the bed.
“Are you going to fuck me good now, K?”

“No. What I’m about to do to you is going to
be bad. Very, very dirty and bad.”

I pull my shirt and jeans off, letting my
cock spring free since I’m not wearing any underwear. As I lean
over and rip her pants down, I see I’m not the only one going
commando. Her pussy’s glistening, and I lean down for a quick lick.
She arches off the bed, and moves her hand beneath her shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Playing with my tits.”

“Did I say you could?”

Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips.
“No.” I raise an eyebrow, and she pulls her hands out placing them
at her sides.

“I let you tie me up in your bed. In
my
bed, I’m in charge. You’re going to do exactly as I say,
or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Maybe I want to be punished.”

I flip her over, and smack her ass. She
moans, and I almost come. “You liked that, didn’t you? You want it
harder?”

“No. Just like that.
Please
.”

That right there is another reason why this
woman is so fucking hot. She’s going to tell me when I go too far.
And not let me go farther than she wants. I pull her up onto her
knees.

“Fingers, tongue, or cock for your first
one, love?”

“All of the above.”

“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?”

“With you? Hell yeah. You have the stamina
for it.” Oh yeah, I do.

“I think you need to ride my face first.
Then maybe you can have my cock.”

“We can 69. I loved it when we did it like
that.”

I smack her again. “I told you I’m in
charge. Maybe later I’ll let you suck me off, but right now I need
to make you scream.”

I look around and know just how I want to do
this. I pull her to the end of the bed and wrap her legs around me
as I walk to the chaise lounge by the window. I stand her up as I
lie down, my head at the bottom. “Take off your top and bra. Then
kneel down over my head, facing the window.”

She does as I ask, and I reward her with
another lick. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, but she
keeps them there. For now. Soon she’s going to want to touch—me or
her.

I grab her ass with one hand and my cock
with the other. I stroke myself as I suck and lick her clit and
pussy. I feel it happen. She starts to reach for me. I knew it.

“No touching,” I tell her as I smack her ass
lightly. “Me or you.”

She groans, but moves her hand back to her
side. I caress her ass, and then move my fingers inside her cheeks.
As I run my finger lightly over her puckered skin, she grabs my
wrist, hard.

“No, Kace.”

I immediately move my hand around to the
front and pinch her nipple. She arches her back as her hand goes
back where it belongs. She’s close, but so am I. I need her to come
first, or for us to come together.

“I’m going to let you play with your tits
now, because I want you to come,” I whisper to her as I snake my
fingers into her.

I can’t see what she’s doing, but I know
it’s working. She’s drenching my fingers and moving faster. I feel
her come as she screams my name. I come right after, shooting my
load all over both of us. She leans forward, but then stops. Good
girl.

“You can have a taste.”

She places her hands by my sides as she
leans down and licks my stomach. Watching her do that has my cock
growing again. I lift her up before she can have any more because I
won’t be able to take it, and I want to clean us both up.
“Kace.”

“I said a taste. Now I need to clean us
up.”

I carry her into the bathroom, and place her
on the counter. She kisses me before I can do anything else. I pull
back and smile at her as I grab the washcloth and soap. I wash her
off first and then start to clean myself.

“I love your ass.”

“Thanks.”

“I want it.”

“I said no.”

“Not even fingers?”

“Is this going to be a problem, Kace?
Because I won’t change my mind.”

“You’ve never done it?”

“I have.”

What the fuck. “But you won’t with me?
Really?”

She pushes me back and jumps off the
counter, walking back into the bedroom. She starts pulling on her
clothes, and I grab her arm to stop her. She yanks it free and
keeps getting dressed. “I sometimes manage to forget how young you
are.”

“What does that have to do with anything? I
thought we were over the damn age thing.”

She stops and looks at me. “Just because
I’ve done something, doesn’t mean I enjoyed it. I’ve done pretty
much anything you could think of, Kace. Because I wanted to try it
all. I
know
what I like, and what I’ll never do again. I
told you I won’t change my mind.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. I just haven’t done it,
and they do it in the…umm…well, stuff I watch.”

“You watch porn and like seeing women get
fucked up the ass?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a guy. That
should
turn you
on. I’m sure one of your groupies would let you do it.”

She’s dressed now. And walking out of the
room. I can’t let her leave. “I don’t want them. And I won’t ever
try it with you. I promise. Don’t go.”

“I have to, Kace. I-I don’t feel safe with
you here.”

I reel back from her words. “Excuse me?”

“It’s just…this is your place. Your band is
doing a show here, so you could ask for whatever you want. Do
whatever you want—and they’d look the other way, or help you even.
I don’t want to wake up and find myself in a situation I don’t
want.”

“I wouldn’t ever force you,” I say through
gritted teeth.

She leans over and kisses my cheek, not
letting me pull away from her as she holds my face so I have to
look in her eyes. “I want to believe that, but you were really
angry right now. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still a little
hurt by what you said to me, and that I feel like we just argued
right now because of you still believing it. We haven’t known each
other long enough for me to trust you unconditionally. So I’m going
to leave. I’ll see you tomorrow at work, and then we can go to my
place after.”

“Your place?”

“Yes.”

“So you’ll feel in charge. I get it. I’m
really sorry that I made you distrust me. I was being a jerk by
getting mad. I understand that no is no. I promise. And I honestly
don’t believe what I said. I’ll need to keep showing you that,
though, and not just say the words. I get it.”

She kisses me on the mouth. Running her
fingers through my hair. “We can both be in charge tomorrow. I just
feel more comfortable there.”

“Then that’s where we’ll go.”

I get a few more kisses before she leaves,
and she also thanks me for being patient with her. I don’t want her
to go, but I won’t stop her. I
do
understand that how I
reacted was wrong. I was just jealous of the guys who got to do
everything with her. But I shouldn’t be. They had her for one
night, and I’m getting more. If I can work this right, I might even
get forever.

Stella

I know I made the right choice last night,
but I hated leaving. I had to stand up for myself, though. If I’d
done something I didn’t want to, it could’ve been the end for us.
And I definitely don’t want that.

Today’s one of the biggest photo shoots the
guys have, so I need to be in clothes that are comfortable. I
didn’t feel like wearing pants, so I’m in a sleeveless cropped
shirt and a long flared skirt that goes past my knees and has a
zipper up the front. It’s still winter, so I throw on an electric
blue motorcycle jacket. My hair is up in a ponytail, and my makeup
is in place. Shiny blue flats complete my look. I hope Kace likes
it. Because yes, I am becoming that girl. The one who dresses for
her boyfriend. Or whatever he is.

He smiles when I walk in and comes over to
give me a kiss. “I thought I’d get pants today. This outfit is so
much better. You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks. I…never mind.”

“Nope. Tell me,” he says as he lifts my
head.

“I was hoping you’d like it.”

A smile lights up his whole face. “You
dressed for me? Now I know I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

“Don’t forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“Are you planning on working today, Stella?
Or did you come here to flirt with Kace?” Marvin asks me with a
glare.

Kace starts to move towards him, but I grab
his arm. “I can do both. I’m very good at multi-tasking.”

“From what I’ve heard, you’d have to
be.”

“Don’t,” I tell Kace as I step in front of
him. “He’s not worth the trouble.”

I know it’s not just me he wants to punch
Marvin for. I’ve seen the pictures he’s protecting. His mom and
Marvin were pretty wild, even by my standards. Like seriously, BDSM
to the extreme.

“We need good pictures today, Marv. Waving
the red flag in front of the bull won’t be a good thing,” Chad
tells him.

“And jealousy isn’t a good look on you
Marv,” Kace adds with a smirk.

“You think I want her?”

“You’re a guy with a heartbeat. You want
her. But she’s mine. So back the fuck off.”

“You’re his, huh Stella?”

“Yes. I am.”

“Just get to work. All of you.”

Well, that was interesting. Kace was right.
Marv was practically undressing me with his eyes. I kind of wanted
to hurl. I would never. Even if I wasn’t with Kace. I may have
slept around, but I have standards. Smarmy creeps are definitely
not my thing.

I walk over to the clothing rack, picking
things out, and Kace tries to control his anger. “You should’ve let
me punch him. No one’s going to talk to you like that with me
around.”