The Rock Star Next Door, a Modern Fairytale (20 page)

The boys ran
quickly toward the white caps, shedding their shoes and their outer clothing as they went. Apparently they thought they were alone, too.

The shouts of youthful dares and jubilant triumph as they entered the water was carried away by the thundering roar of the sea and the steady winds. Lex drew Jessie close, wrapped his arm about her and led her up and around the discarded piles of baggy cargo shorts and tank tops to retrieve her shoes. He knew the brand, and he doubted she intended to surrender the expensive slingbacks to the rising waves or to the homeless who would no doubt scour the area come morning for lost items.

“Sorry to ruin your fun, dude.”
  A long faced youth with an excessive explosion of freckles on his body mumbled as he raced past them in his tidy-whiteys, the last of the
lost boys making for the sunlit
waves. “Hey.” The kid stopped short and stared long and hard at Lex and Jessie. Lex endeavored to keep his face down and shielded it with a the classic Sherlock Holmes pose of elbow before his face to block the kid’s view of his profile. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” The kid’s high pitched voice followed them as they hurried past him.

“Naw, just a couple of tourists.” Lex shouted, pulling a giggling, drunk Jessie along behind him. Her feet were kicking up sand, and it was soon apparent she was struggling to keep up with him in her inebriated state. He turned, careful to keep his back to the kid as he lifted Jessie by the waist and flung her torso over his shoulder.

“I’m from
Wisconsin
.”  Jessie added with a slurred shout, raising her fist in triumph, as if her place of origin were a cause of celebration.

“Hey . . . dudes
.
”
The kid shouted, waving his arms to his comrades who were already frolicking in the sea. “Dudes, do you know who that is?”

Lex immediately knew what was coming. He hurried to grab her shoes before the kids turned in hot pursuit o
f him. He didn’t want to be waylaid by the middle school brigade, not with a very drunk and very famous redhead hoisted over his bare shoulder.

“. . .
look, it’s Jessica Kelly
from
Heartless
.
”

Lex stopped, almost insulted by the fact that they would recognize her first. Then he recalled her signature red hair, flying loose and free like a halo about her head in the setting sun. He turned about to face the kids with Jessie, who was happily waving at the adoring boys from his shoulder suddenly turned away from them toward the dock.

“Who’s that with her?” One boy shouted back from the golden orange water, his black figure outlined in
silhouette
as he quit splashing to gaze up at them.

The freckle spattered brat shrugged, “Some old dude, didn’t recognize him.”

Jessie’s carefree giggles bubbled forth, bringing him back to the moment at hand, and the sudden need to get her into the car and out of the parking lot before her adoring fans recovered their clothing and gave hot pursuit. Sure enough, the little shits were all running from the sea and scurrying to gather up their scattered clothing.

*   *   *

“Oh, my God
.
”
Jessie squealed as they entered his home. “That was so awesome. Did you see t
hose boys? They were chasing us
in their frigging underwear
.
”

Yeah, it was a sight he’d never forget, half a dozen ‘tween-
age’ boys pursuing his El Dorado
as he drove for the parking lot exit, all clutching their cast off clothing in their hands, screaming Jessica’s name as they ran hell bent for leather after the girl of their dreams. It was funny, scary, and somewhat galling.

“
Who’s she with . . . I don’t know, some old dude
.
”

Okay, old dude, let’s quit pouting
, his inner adult chided
.
T
hey were chasing after her but
you had her in the car
, and now you have her in your home and you’re going to take her to bed. 

Jessie was
still
giggling. And it was turning him hard, again. She had removed her jeans and was standing now in only his black T-shirt at the bar, having just rinsed the sand from her feet
in the downstairs bathroom
. Long, luxurious legs took
up half of her body. Bare legs and his T-
shir
t barely covering
the curve leading to her sweet ass. She
stood with her back to him, raking her hand through her tangled hair, happy
and giddy from the
adulation.

Well, that would get old, soon. He hoped. It had for him.

One thing he knew would never get old; making love to this bewitching beauty.

Lex moved to the bar, wrapped his arm about her waist, and hugged her against him. When she smiled up at him, he let his hand drop several inches until he was in firm possession of that tight, curvaceous piece of booty.  “Shall we go upstairs?”

His suggestion, and his gesture
were
met with an approving smile. “Let’s take a bath.” She
answered. “The salt
from the sea is
so sticky on my legs.”

“I have a hot tub.”

“Who doesn’t?” She shrugged, giving him a deadpan look. “It’s Malibu.”  With that, she giggled and leaned close to kiss him. “I don’t want to boil like a Maine lobster. I want a bubble bath. I’ve never done it in a bubble bath before. Have you?”

Her hand cu
pped his ass. A
s
she gazed sweetly
at him after asking him
to fuck her in a bubble bath, Lex knew he was doome
d; those damned mermaids from the pirate movie were singing in his head
. 

Chapter Twelve

Slick, soapy heaven
in a bath tub.

It sounded like the title of women’s network television movie of the week.

It could be the name of a hot new song, sort of like Meat Loaf’s
Paradise by the Dashboard Light.

Jessie hovered over Lex
’s
body, her thighs bracing his, her arms about his shoulders, every nerve in her body singing with pure, unrivaled pleasure. Damn, the man was good with his hands . . . stroking, sliding,
and gliding
smoothly
over her
secret places with languorous torment.

She was moaning. Squeaking.
Son-of-a-bitch
.
He was making her . . .
si
ng
.

Jessie’s pleasure rose to a dizzying crescendo, as her patient lover strummed her taut body in just the right places, at just the right rhythm t
o make a grown woman shriek in
ecstasy.  She shuddered and whimpered as his fingers brought her expertly to release.

She opened her eyes slowly. T
he world about her was blanketed in roses and soft light. S
ymphony music and the
exhilarating scent of
chocolate
embraced her senses as she slowly returned to
a
rational plane of existence.

The man be
fore her was a god
. Where did he learn to do
that
?

Lex had the power to enslave her with a mere touch of his finger. She was panting a little, as if she’d jogged down the beach on her daily run. He was gazing up at her with
a
sly, sexy smile that made her insides melt a little more. As if it were possible to melt anymore beneath his staggering sensuality.

The old saying came to her from somewhere in the recesses of her mind. A genius in bed? A God among men?

Whoa, girl. Don’t. Reel your heart back in, as well as your soul.

“So, my sweet.” Lex said in a slow, sort of lazy drawl, “Are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.” She replied, a little confused and taken aback by his query. “Why?”

He didn
’t answer. He just smiled
that
scintillating, cat ate the canary kind of smile.

Jessie blinked
and gulped a little. “Oh.” She mumbled, glancing down to hide her inexperience in such matters. She must seem very
inept
to the man. And there, arching up
from the white foam of the bubble bath was the unfinished business between them. The tip of his arousal rose proudly like an arrow pointing directly at her heart.

She rolled her lips inward, feeling a little uncertain and very embarrassed by her
simplicity in the bedroom. She hadn’t been with a guy sexually since high school. Eight years. That was a third of her life, a long time to be out of the game sexually.

Lex shifted beneath her, adjusting himself so his rigid head was poised and pressed against her opening. “Are you comfortable like this, on top?”

A nod was all she could manage. Jessie draped her arms over his shoulders, hugging him close and leaning her head down so she could kiss him. He reached up with one hand to cup her face, guiding her down to his lips and kissed her with passionate abandon. Jessie forgot her embarrassment as their kiss deepened. She forgot her inexperience, and just surrendered to his sensual kiss.

With a quick, sure thrust, he was inside her. Jessie gasped and withdrew her lips from his. It was a shock; he was so big she felt as if she were being split in two for a second, and then
her
body relaxed around him. She moved with him, meeting his slow, erotic thrusts with her own. His hand snaked up to cradle the back of her head, directing her back to his lips for a compelling kiss. Jessie’s moans echoed in the large tiled chamber as they arched and writhed together in the
frenzied quest to reach paradise
.

*    *    *

The he
avy metal guitar intro to Ozzy
Osbourne’s
Crazy Train
echoed in Jessie’s brain. Her
new cell
was ringing from somewhere in the distance. 

She gasped
and sat up in the bed
with
the sheets clutched about her naked body. The bedroom was dark as a tomb, and it was a strange bedroom at that. No Duncan lying at her feet, no soft glow of the security lights outside her window.
No muted blare of Metallica coming from the bedroom down the hall to comfort her.

There was no damn
light at all
in this place
.

“What is it?” A husky male voice whispered behind her, as that familiar hand caressed her bare back.
Lex. He was lying next to her. The legendary Rock icon was lying beside Jessie wearing nothing but his skin. Oh, wouldn’t the tabloids love to steal a snapshot of this moment.

“My cell is ringing. Damn
it, where is it?
”
Jessie replied in a groggy haze. She
groped about the nightstand for the light.

The room suddenly was illuminated in a low, movie theater subdued glow. Lex had a remote in his hand, she noticed, glancing at her bedmate.
She glanced at the windows, noting for the first time the dark, heavy panels that covered them. Remote panels to block out not only the bright Malibu sun, but also the rogue cameraman hoping to get a shot of Lex and his fictional fuck buddy of the week for the tabloids.

Smart man, her rock legend. Very smart. He cranked the lightening up slowly, the better to
let her
wine marinated eyeballs adjust to the change.

The
Crazy Train
serenade ended. Jessie stood and tugged at the sheets so she might pull the classic girl wrapped in the bed sheet ploy and thus not have to strut in front of him butt naked.
Really, Jess, you had to roll with him and not put any clothing nearby with which to cover up with later?
Well, they’d gone directly from the tub t
o the bed for a second coupling
and then fallen asleep deliciously sated in each other’s arms.

Her distracted mind caught upon a new problem as the sheets refused to budge from the bed. She ya
nked but
they held firm in their resolve to ignore her attempt to flee the room with them swathed about her
nekked
form. Damn it.

She turned to the bed, and found the reason she couldn’
t move any further from it
than a foot. Lex was holding the edge of the covers in his hand, his muscles flexed as he held her in place.
Oh, the
nerve of this man
.
L
ying on his back
in all his glory
, one leg bent in a casual pose,
he was
holding her by th
e sheet so she couldn’t run down the stairs
to retrieve her phone.