Rocking a SECRET (21 page)

“I don’t want to dance with you. I’d do
anything for Tegan, though. Anything.”

“Yes you will, baby,” Teeg says as she
grinds on him.

She’s laying it on thick and we’re loving
every second of it. “Damn, Stella. I shouldn’t have enjoyed that as
much as I just did, but it was pretty awesome. He didn’t even
hesitate.”

“Kryptonite,” I remind him with a smile.

Brooke sits back down and tries to look like
she doesn’t care. That’s our cue. We walk in and I see her mouth
drop open. Tami looks like she might faint. Kace looks happy to see
me. He should.

Chris does exactly what I told him to. He
walks me over to where they’re all sitting. “Hey, Kace.”

“Hi Chris. You’re looking good.”

“I know.”

Kace almost spits out the beer he just took
a sip of. Then he’s smiling at me. “You’re good.”

“You already know that.”

“I do indeed.”

“You look desperate in that dress,” Brooke
tells me with a sneer on her face. “He doesn’t want you anymore.
Did you not get the memo when he dumped you in Vegas?”

“But I’m not desperate. That’s where we
differ. I didn’t come here for Kace, I came here to make sure you
leave my friend Chris alone. He’s a good guy and doesn’t deserve
shit from you just because he didn’t fit into you neat little
country club mold. Have some dignity and stop being a bitch.”

“I don’t have to listen to this. So what if
you dressed him up, and did his hair? He’s still the same loser as
always. Come on Tami, let’s go.”

“I want to stay here. With Chris. If he’ll
have me. Will you? I’m so sorry. I know you have a date, but would
you please dance with me, so we can talk?”

Instead of speaking, he grabs her from the
couch and kisses the fuck out of her. Just like I told him to. When
they break apart, he takes her hand and looks over at me. “Thanks
for everything, Stella.”

“Anytime, Chris.”

“Oh my God. You poor slut. First Kace dumps
you, and now nerdy Chris just left you standing here alone.”

“It’s really none of your business, but I’m
going to respond to you anyway. Yes, Kace dumped me. And I’m
Chris’s stylist, so my job was to get him and Tami back together.
But even if this had been a real date, I’d be happy to send him off
with the girl he loves. Oh, and the woman with Wayne? She’s my best
friend. I brought her here because he can’t resist her and you need
to be knocked down a few million pegs. Anything I forgot?”

“Me,” Kevin says, walking up and kissing me
on the cheek, before going to Brett and kissing him on the lips.
The guys in the group all look like they want to run.

“Oh yeah, my assistant Kevin is here for
Brett. Have a nice night.”

I’ve only gone a few steps before I feel
Kace’s hand on my waist and his breath on my neck. “I’m going to
beg. Don’t doubt that for a second. And it has nothing to do with
the fact that you’re wearing my dress. Or that I’m about two
seconds from blowing my load right here in my pants because I’m
touching you,” he says as he rubs my hip.

“Maybe you should let me go if you can’t
handle touching me.”

“We both know I can handle you, love. My mom
and Mallory told me everything, but I shouldn’t have needed them
to. I should’ve believed you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t. I was
ready to get on a plane to Vegas until Brett told me you were
coming here.”

“That’s all really nice, but it didn’t sound
like begging, and you’re not on your knees.”

I should let it go. He just said everything
I wanted to hear. But he hurt me, and I deserve him begging.

“That wasn’t the begging, but it is coming.
And then, if you forgive me, you’ll be coming all night. While I’m
on my knees some more.”

“We’ll see.”

I pull away from him and go hang out with
Courtney. She loves the “new” Chris. He’s really the same old Chris
with a little more confidence and better clothes. I liked him too
much to totally change him.

When Brooke and her little coven realize
that no one’s paying any attention to them, they leave. I’m pretty
sure they won’t be back since Tami and Chris aren’t going to allow
themselves to be bullied or bossed around anymore. My work here is
done, but I’m not leaving. I want to see Kace sing.

The trio takes the stage, thanking everyone
for coming out and supporting such a great cause. They talk about
how they’ve been enjoying Austin as they get ready to re-launch the
group. They tell the crowd how sad they are to be leaving, but know
it’s time to get back to their stage show in Vegas. I know the
hotel had given them a month long hiatus, but wanted them back to
fulfill their contracted number of performances. I, for one, am
very happy about it.

“Before we sing our songs, I want to take it
back to the 1980s and sing a song to the woman I love. I was an
idiot and walked away from her. But I want her back, and I’m
willing to beg.”

The crowd parts for him as he walks up to
me. As the first notes of the song start, he drops to his knees
singing about how hard it is to say he’s sorry. Of course, he chose
a song by Chicago, and not one of his own because this was just for
me. When the song’s over, he says the words I need. “I’m so sorry,
Stella. I really and truly am. I was the biggest asshole,
and
the biggest idiot in the world combined when I walked
away from you. Please give me another chance to show you how much I
love and need my Bombshell.”

I bend over and kiss him, while everyone
cheers. He stands and holds my hand as he walks us back to the
stage. I stand in front with Tegan, Kevin, Chris, and Tami. We all
sing and dance as they perform. Just like the first time I watched
him, I get a rose and a kiss between each song. When they’re done,
we mingle for a little bit, and then he sneaks us out to his car
and drives to the mansion the guys bought here in Austin.

I stop inside the door and just stare at the
destruction before me. “Did you get robbed?”

“No. A few days ago, I was told about what
other people did to make the woman I love keep a secret from me. I
went a little crazy.”

“You left it like this, K?”

“I wanted everyone to remember to never mess
with us again.”

“That’s a little twisted, and somehow very
hot.”

“Are you feeling horny, Bombshell?”

“I haven’t had your cock inside me in almost
a month. What do you think?”

“I think we need to get to my room so I can
get on my knees and take care of you.”

“Let’s run.”

We end up walking rather quickly, and I make
sure to lock the bedroom door leading her to where my musical
instruments are in the attached sitting room. In the middle of them
all is a slab of granite on top of some short table legs. I thought
it looked cool when I saw it, and I use it now as a writing surface
when I’m composing. It’s the perfect height.

I lift her up and push her down. “I’m going
to take this dress off later, but not yet. Right now just your wet
panties are coming off.”

“How do you know they’re wet?”

“We’re in the same room together which means
I’m hard enough to break things with my cock, and you could cause a
river to flow.”

“That’s so poetic. Maybe you should write it
into a song.”

“You laugh now, but you’ll be screaming
soon,” I tell her as I get on my knees.

I reach under her dress and tear the thong
from her body. Then, I grab her ankles and place her feet on my
shoulders, so her heels are digging in to my shoulders through my
suit. “No.” she tells me.

“No?” Seriously? She doesn’t want this?

“Take your jacket and shirt off first.”

I kiss her ankles, one at a time, and then
lower them down to hang off the table. I do what she wants, and
then put her feet back where they belong. Leaning forward, I suck
her into my mouth, darting my tongue out to find her clit.

“Kace.”

I smile against her as I continue to drive
her crazy with my lips and tongue. I bite her gently, and she flies
off the table, digging her heels into me hard. That’s going to
leave some marks, and I can’t wait to see them. To see what I made
her do to me.

“More, Kace. More.”

She wants my fingers. If this was my show,
I’d make her wait a little longer. But tonight is all her. She came
back here with me, but I know I still need to work for it, for her.
I slide three fingers into her and feel how close she is. I curl my
middle finger, making sure to hit her spot.

“Yes. Oh my. God. Just like that. You know
what I need.”

Fuck yeah, I do. I keep my fingers moving,
but remove my mouth, replacing it with my thumb. I use my other
hand to spread her legs wide on the table as I climb over her. I’m
off my knees for the moment, but I can’t do what she needs while
I’m on them.

She’s biting her lip and watching me as I
place my hand by her side to hold myself up a little. I lean over
and use my teeth to move the fabric of her dress enough for her
nipple to make an appearance. I lick it, and then suck it into my
mouth through the sheer fabric. I give the other one similar
attention when I free it, and I start to feel her clench around my
fingers.

My name falls out of her mouth before she
screams. She’s thrashing on the table and I can barely hold onto
her as she keeps coming and coming. Damn I’m good, but I’ll also
concede that our time apart may have had a little to do with it.
Just a little.

“You came so hard, love. I’m going to do
that again.”

I start to move my head back down, but she
stops me. “Give me your cock. Now. I need to suck you off.”

No guy on the planet is going to say no to
having his dick sucked. And I’m most definitely a guy. My pants are
off in seconds and I climb over her until I’m straddling her neck.
There’s no fucking way I’m having her get on her knees for me
tonight. Or maybe ever. Just not gonna happen.

“You want to be in control of it, huh?”

“No. I just won’t let you get on your knees
for me.”

“You know that by saying that, you’re making
me want to get on my knees.”

“Not tonight.”

“I thought this was my show?”

“It is. That’s why I’m letting you put your
mouth on me, when we both know I shouldn’t get even one ‘o’
tonight. I don’t deserve it.”

“You just made sure that you did,” she says
as she sucks my piercing into that perfect mouth of hers.

I lean back and let her have her way with
me. It feels even better than how I remembered it. Her mouth, and
tongue, and oh God, a little bit of teeth. I fight to not thrust
into her mouth as I get closer. I almost came when I was going down
on her so it doesn’t take long before I’m yelling out her name and
falling forward to grab the edge of the table behind her.

“I think I just saw God,” I tell her when I
can finally speak.

“Did not,” she tells me with a slap on the
ass. “You just experienced the awesomeness of a sinner.”

I move off of her and pull her up to sit
with me. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“We both know who the saint is in this
relationship, and it’s not me.”

“Really? Because I seem to recall you being
a bad ass spy who saves women and children. And how exactly am I
saint when I just had my cock down your throat. I hate to break it
to you, but pretty much everyone on Earth is a sinner. We all sin
in one way or another. Well, maybe not the Pope. He’s pretty cool.
But anyone who tells you they’re a saint is lying, and anyone who
disparages you as a sinner is condemning themselves.”

“You’re pretty wise for a young kid.”

“I’ve been hanging around Brett. A little
must have rubbed off.”

“He’s a great guy.”

“Yeah he is.”

“His brother’s not too bad, either.”

“I’m a work in progress.”

“Me too.”

“I’m sorry I brought you up here for sex
before we had a chance to really talk. I just needed you so much. I
missed you so much. Not just this way. I mean…I miss everything
about you, not just your hot body.”

“I don’t believe I was complaining at all
during any part of what just took place. We can talk now, or after
you ravish me a few more times. As long as we get to it,
eventually.”

“A few times, huh.”

“Well, you do have that yummy stamina thing
going for you.”

“My cock just loves your pussy. But I do
have something to ask you. I don’t want to wait.”

“As long as there’s no ring involved, you
can ask me anything.”

Ouch. “You don’t want a ring from me,
Stella?”

“Not yet. We’re not ready for that yet. But
I’d say yes if that’s what you’re going to ask me. I
do
want
to marry you one day. We just need a little more time
together.”

“That’s a relief. I was worried you just
wanted me for my body.”

“That’s just an added bonus. It’s your heart
and soul I want.”

“They’re all yours. Which brings me to my
question. The guys and I will probably have to tour and shit after
we record our next album. I was hoping I could make Vegas my home
base, though.”

“Would you like to make my home your ‘home
base’?”

“Yeah. But if it’s too soon for that, too, I
can find an apartment close by or something.”

“I would love to share my place with you. We
can make it less girly.”

“Oh no. Your apartment is sexy. I love
it.”

“At least let me give you a man cave.”

“I’m not hiding out from you when I’m
there.”

“A music room?”

“Okay, that I’ll agree to.”

“I’ll have Chloe get started on transforming
the guest room.”

“Not your dressing room? I mean, that room’s
bigger and has really good acoustics.”

She goes still, and I see the emotions pass
over her face. Shock, sadness, a little anger, and then defeat.
“You-you can have that room if it would be better for you.”