Rocking a SECRET (14 page)

“I told you tonight was for you,” I say,
leaning over to lick her nipple.

“I did that for me.”

“Sure you did.”

I lick her other nipple, and slide my hand
between her legs. She’s so wet and ready for me. I slide my fingers
in and out of her and over her clit a few times as she moans. I
tamp down the urge to take her right here, and pick her up instead.
I think I shock her when I put her down outside the tub and don’t
carry her to her bed. “In here?”

“No. I just need to dry you off. Then we’re
going to that sexy bed of yours.”

I grab one of the fluffy green towels and
thoroughly dry her off. Then I kiss my way up her legs and beyond
until I’m standing before her. “I’m loving this, K. All of it.”

“This is just the beginning,” I remind her
with a smile.

“You have too many clothes on.”

“You wanna see my hot bod, huh?”

“Mm-hm. I love your body.”

“Any specific part in particular?” I ask as
I kick of my shoes and start undressing for her.

“Your throat.”

What? “My throat?”

“Yep. It’s where those sexy words you say
and sing to me come from.”

I let go of my shirt as I grab her and kiss
her, picking her up in the process. Her legs wrap around my waist
as I walk us into her room. “How and where, Stella?”

“Get on the bed and lean against the
headboard. I need to ride your cock.”

Oh yeah. If I’m sitting, she’s going to do
it differently. And I’m going to love every second of it. I can’t
wait.

I sit like she wants me to, and she slides
down on me. Instead of moving right away, she swings her legs
around and hooks them over my arms. The new position pushes me even
farther inside of her. I hold her legs while placing my hands on
her hips. She nods and I start to thrust while holding her
down.

She grabs the headboard, putting her nipples
right where we both want them, and I take one in my mouth and suck
hard. As I bite down, she starts bucking. She’s pumping on me, but
it’s not enough for her. She pushes her legs back down to straddle
me and starts riding me hard, making me almost slide out more than
once as she completely loses herself in me. It’s possibly the most
erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I should hold her down again, but I can’t.
I’m transfixed by the sight of her taking me how she needs to.
Harder and harder, her tits jiggling in front of me. When she
screams my name, I come right along with her, thrusting hard into
her as she clenches around my cock.

And then I realize what was so good and
different about this time. I wasn’t wearing a condom. “Stella,
love, I didn’t have a condom on.”

“I’ve seen your files. You’re clean. I’m
clean and on birth control. You said tonight was for me, and I
needed to feel you.”

“God, I love you,” I tell her as I turn us
on our sides and nuzzle her neck.

“You’re getting hard again, already.”

“You sound surprised.”

“Just in awe of your youth.”

“That’s all that you’re awed by?”

“Do I really need to say it?”

“It’d be nice. I need my ego stroked
sometimes.”

“I’m in awe of what you and your big cock do
to me. Now let me stroke
that
,” she says, taking me in
hand.

Hours later, we’re cuddled up under a throw
on her couch. We came downstairs to blow out all the candles, and
then we realized that we hadn’t christened any of the lower floor
yet. Now, we both have a few extra bite marks, and neither one of
us are moving very easily. So, we’re just cuddling. Which is pretty
fucking awesome.

“How did you become a secret agent?”

“It’s not an exciting story, really.”

“Go on.”

“I was styling for an actress who was
filming in Chicago. There was some shady stuff going on with the
producer of the film, and the Society had someone undercover. I
ended up helping her figure things out without knowing she was
there officially. When it was all over, Mallory came and talked to
me. She said she was impressed with what I had done and told me she
had an opening for someone who was smart and unique. No one had
ever wanted me for my brain before, so I said yes. Five years
later, here I am. Oh, and the person undercover was Audrey. I don’t
think you’ve met her yet. Which is probably good. You’d probably
want to leave me for her. She’s the sexiest of all of us.”

“I want you for your brain. Just so you
know. Your body, too, but I love your sexy brain. So, I’m not
leaving you for anyone else.”

“Thanks. That means more than you know.”

“Have you ever slept with someone on your
mission before?”

“Yes. But not like this. Sex used to be
fun.”

“It’s not fun with me?”

“You know what I mean. That’s all it was.
With you, it’s just an added bonus of awesome.”

“It
is
very awesome.”

“But?”

“But I want you guys to figure this out, so
I can show you to the world as mine.”

“I want that, too. I won’t be able to go on
many missions once that happens, but I can work behind the
scenes.”

I keep my mouth shut. Because what I want to
say is that I’m glad she can’t go out anymore. That she won’t be
undercover and sleeping with other guys. But I know that would be
bad. And wrong. From what I’ve figured out, she helps people.

“I wouldn’t, Kace.”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Sleep with some other guy on a mission.
That’s what you’re thinking about, isn’t it?”

“Kind of.”

“This is important to me.
You’re
important to me. I wouldn’t jeopardize that.”

“Me either. I’m not going to sleep with
anyone else if we go on tour again.”

“Good. Now let’s go to sleep so I have
enough strength to suck you off in the shower before work
tomorrow.”

Oh yeah. I’m a really lucky guy.

Stella

The blackmailer has been quiet since my
night “with” Marv. Kace told me about his conversation with Wayne
in the bar, and now we’re wondering if it really was him, and he’s
decided to give up now that Kace assured him he doesn’t want to be
the “star” of the band. Everyone’s still painting him that way, and
as the opening show draws closer, fans have been flooding the
hotel.

We haven’t been able to go to my place for a
week now. Teeg brought me clothes, and I’ve just camped out with
Kace in his suite. I trust him now, and know I’m safe. He told me
he’s more than satisfied with what we do and apologized
again
for making me uncomfortable. We spend most nights
talking, watching our favorite TV shows, and, of course, making
love. It’s really nice. I wish we could stay this way forever. But
I’m afraid something bad is going to happen, and that this is just
the calm before the storm.

We’re making out on the couch when Kace’s
phone goes off. I know he wants to ignore it, but we both know he
can’t. Especially when mine goes off a minute later. We both know
what that means. It’s the blackmailer. He pulls away to look and
lets out a string of curses.

“What now?”

“I have to get falling over drunk and then
go out to see the fans.”

I can tell he’s not saying it all. He knows
I’ll have the text, so I don’t know why he’s hiding it. I pick up
my phone and let out my own curses.

“You have to convince me to go down and get
you, then make out with you in front of them.”

“You don’t have to. I can say I couldn’t
convince you. They’ll hate you if you do it.”

“They’ll hate me anyway if you’re still
planning on me being your date for opening night.”

“Of course you’re my date. It’s going to be
pretty bad. I won’t lie to you. I’ve seen what they’ve done to the
girlfriends of other singers.”

“I can handle it as long as I know you’ll be
there with me.”

“Always,” I tell her leaning over to kiss
her. “I guess I should start drinking.”

We get him good and drunk, and Nate, who’s
been posing as a new security guy, takes him downstairs. He’ll text
me when it’s time for my appearance. I do my makeup and hair like
I’m going out to a club. I step into the shortest and tightest
dress I have with me and put on my heels. They’re going to hate me
no matter what I wear, so I might as well do it up.

Five minutes later, I get the text. Nate
tells me to hurry since Kace isn’t going to be upright much longer.
I get off the elevator and see him leaning on two girls.

“Baby, there you are,” I say as I get off
the elevator.

“Stella. I love you,” he says stumbling over
to me. He’s kind of adorable when he’s drunk.

I grab his mouth and kiss him hard. He wraps
his arms around me, and I use my hands on his face to help hold him
up. We kiss for several minutes, until the fans start booing and
screaming out insults at me.

Nate and hotel security get us back into the
elevator and up to the suite. I tell them I’ve got it covered, and
help him flop onto the bed, bringing the trash can over. I sit with
him all night as he pukes up the alcohol and curses the damn
blackmailer. We both finally fall asleep after the sun has risen,
only squeezing in a quick nap before we’re up and getting dressed
for work.

Nate comes to the door and tells us it’s
really bad. We’re all over the news, and the fans are tearing me
apart on social media. It’s okay. I’ve got Kace. Nothing will get
to me as long as he’s here with me. He takes my hand before we step
out of the elevator and holds it tight as we fight through the
crowd of journalists and fans just to get to the employee
hallways.

“I’m so sorry, love. So, so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re opinion’s
the only one that matters.”

“My opinion is that you’re the most amazing
woman I’ve ever met.”

“See? Then all is good.”

Dress rehearsal sucks, which is generally a
good thing in any theater performance. Kace is still hung over,
Brett’s battling a cold, and Wayne and Chad just keep glaring at
everyone and missing their cues. The stage manager is about to have
a heart attack when Marv tells them to break for lunch.

The hotel brought in a buffet for all of us.
Kace and I sit with the guys to eat. Chad doesn’t like it, and he
makes sure to tell me. “Do you need to be attached at his hip,
Stella? Have some self-respect.”

Wayne comes to my defense before Kace can.
“Chill out man, Stella’s cool.”

“Whatever.”

“Hi Kace.”

We all turn and I see a young girl around
Kace’s age walking towards us. He stiffens next to me while Chad
stands up. “What are you doing here, Cam?”

“I came to see Kace.”

“Umm, hi Cameron. Why are you here to see
me?”

“I saw you with her,” she says, shocking me
with the sneer on her face.

“This is my girlfriend, Stella. Stella, this
is Chad’s sister, Cameron.”

“I was your girlfriend.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“My friends don’t believe me.”

“He’ll tell them. Do you want him to record
a video or something?” I ask her. She looks so sad, and I want to
try and help.

“Can he say he’s my boyfriend now?”

“No,” Kace tells her.

“It’s fine, Kace. You can do that for her. I
don’t mind.”

“Well, I do. You already broke her heart,
and then just went on with your life like it was nothing. Like she
was nothing.”

I’m getting a bad feeling about this. I make
eye contact with Nate, and he nods. He can feel it, too.

“Stop babying me, Chad. Kace just needed to
go out and have fun before he comes back to me.”

“I’m with Stella now, Cameron.”

“For now. You’ll get bored with her. You got
bored with all the other girls.”

“I love her.”

“You said you loved me.”

“I-I thought I did. Like I said, that was a
long time ago.”

“I came here to be your date for the
show.”

“Stella’s my date.”

“You could take her.” I want to go with him,
but this girl is on the verge of losing it, and I don’t know what’s
going to happen when she does.

“No. I can’t. I’m sorry, Cameron, but I’m
planning to be with Stella forever.”

“It’s because she’s a slut, isn’t it? I can
learn to do all the things she can.”

Okay. I’m done playing nice now. And so is
Kace. “Get your sister the fuck out of here, Chad.”

“You can’t tell me what to do. Just because
you’re the star and no one cares how you behave doesn’t mean you
have more say than I do.”

“He doesn’t have more say, but your sister
can’t come in here and insult his woman like that,” Wayne tells
him.

“He fucked my sister, feeding her bullshit
lines about love and marriage. He
broke
her.”

“I was sixteen. She was the first girl I’d
ever been with. Of course I thought I loved her.”

“No. You don’t understand. No one believes
me and I told them you’d be my date for my birthday party next
week.”

“We’re singing at your party, but I never
said I’d be your date. Never.”

My phone pings with a text. The text I knew
was coming. “Chad’s your blackmailer, Kace. Ainsley just confirmed
that the text messages came from a phone in his pocket.”

“You bastard,” Kace says lunging for
him.

Brett and Wayne try to intervene, but Nate
and I hold them back. Marvin comes running in with more security.
They pull Kace and Chad apart. “What’s the hell is going on?”

“He’s the blackmailer,” I tell him. “It’s
Chad.”

“You little son of a bitch.”

“You’re the one who was fucking his mom. In
all kinds of disgusting ways. She’s just as big of a slut as his
new girlfriend.”

No one was ready for Marvin to lunge for
Chad, so he gets a few good hits in before he’s pulled back. “Don’t
ever talk about Viv or Stella like that ever again.”

“Can someone please tell us what the hell is
going on here?”