The Rocker Who Wants Me (The Rocker... Series) (16 page)

Wroth got out next and helped Marissa and then Dallas out before moving toward the VIP entrance. This side of the club was nearly deserted except for the hulking bouncer standing with a clipboard and a headset in his ear. After Linc had climbed out I finally moved and shut the door behind me. The humid Florida air filled my lungs but did nothing to help alleviate my painful condition. Dallas had made me hard as titanium and there was no way I would be dancing tonight without hurting myself.

The bouncer said something to Wroth, but his eyes were glued to Dallas. His eyes, which looked beady in his huge-ass head, raked her from top to bottom, stopping on all the good parts in between that I was going to touch at every opportunity tonight and every other night thereafter.

“Hey dickhead,” Dallas glared at the bouncer that easily outweighed her by two hundred pounds as if he were some insect she could crush beneath her killer heels, “my eyes are up here. You want to keep yours in your head, I suggest you keep them on something that doesn’t have another man’s name tattooed on it.”

In the dim lighting I watched as the bouncer’s face turned stony, the only sign of his embarrassment was his ears turning blood red. He averted his eyes and opened the VIP door. Marissa was smothering a giggle as Wroth pushed her in ahead of him. Linc followed behind them, but grabbed ahold of Dallas’s elbow and pulled her along behind him, muttering something under his breath that made Dallas grumble back in a whiny tone. As I followed I shot the bouncer a cold glare.

The others were already heading for the bar when I caught up with them. I waved the bartender over and told him to start a tab under one of the fake names I alternated between, then handed over my credit card that had the same name on it. The skinny guy with long blond and blue hair swiped the card once and gave it back to me. “What will it be?”

I nodded toward the VIP room. “Keep the beers flowing, and the bottled water. For now, whatever the lady wants.”

Dallas turned from chatting with Marissa at that. She raised a brow at me but gave the bartender her order of rum punch. The skinny bartender’s eyes lingered on her top as she spoke to him and the growl that escaped me must have been menacing because he jerked his eyes away and started tossing the drink together.

“Please tell me you will be okay if I go find some fun,” Linc said beside Dallas. “This place is swarming with my kind of a good night.”

“She will be fine,” I rushed to assure the muscle head. “And anything you want to drink just tell the bartender. The tab is under Henry McGill. Don’t forget that we leave for the next show at six.”

I could see the conflicting emotions cross Linc’s face. He wanted to go and find a hookup, but he didn’t want to leave Dallas alone with me. My word wasn’t going to be enough for him, which should have pissed me off, but didn’t. He was just looking out for his friend and I respected that.

Dallas wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his cheek. “I’m good. You know I can take care of myself. Just be careful, okay? Make sure you get a birth certificate and use protection.”

With a sigh Linc pressed a kiss to her temple and grabbed one of the bottles of beer the bartender had placed on the bar top. “Text me if you need me.”

“I won’t need you. Love you,” she called when he disappeared into the crowd. He winked at her over his shoulder before he was completely out of sight.

Marissa, with a glass of white wine in hand, turned to grab Dallas’s arm. “Will you dance with me? I love this song.”

Picking up her own drink, Dallas took two big gulps before pushing it into my hands. “We’ll find you two later. My girl and I are gonna dance.”

My lips twitched, trying to hold onto a grin. She was so fucking beautiful, but right now she was adorable. “Wait.” She raised a brow at me again and my body responded accordingly with how much I liked when she did that. “Kiss me.”

Just before her blue eyes narrowed on me I saw the heat and need. As if taking my command as a challenge, she stepped closer. My body caught fire as her perfume filled my nose. My gaze zeroed in on her lips, craving her taste with an almost desperate need. As if in slow motion, she moved closer. In her heels she was as tall as I was and I couldn’t wait to find a dark corner to mold every inch of her against me.

Closer and closer her lips got until her breath caressed my mouth. I tried to hold in my groan but didn’t quite succeed when I caught the hint of rum and pineapple juice on her hot breath. Her lips tilted up in satisfaction when she heard the groan. “Ax...” she breathed my name, making my body throb. Her voice plus my name equaled a raging hard-on.

Then her lips brushed over my cheek, and not my lips. With a wicked grin she stepped back. “Later,” she called over her shoulder as she grabbed Marissa’s now-free hands and pulled her toward the crowded dance floor.

I stood there, sucking in deep breaths as I attempted to gain control of the inferno that was now my entire aching body. Beside me, Wroth chuckled in his scary as shit tone, his hands full of his beer and Marissa’s glass of wine. “Damn, she’s a fucking tease. Nearly got me hot watching her just now.”

I shot him a freezing glare and took a long swallow of Dallas’s punch. “Fuck you.”

Wroth threw his head back and laughed out loud, something that rarely happened. Some of my tension eased at the sound of it and I took another drink of the rum punch. It was girly as hell but it was delicious and soothed any remaining ache in my throat. Rolling my eyes, I swallowed the rest of the drink, ordered another one for Dallas to have when she was through dancing, and let Wroth lead us toward the VIP room.

While we waited on the girls to get back I finally pulled my phone out of the front pocket of my jeans and pulled up Emmie’s name in my text history. Not surprising the last text that we had shared had been early that morning. I talked to her more than anyone else in the world, and half the time she was the length of the country away.

Me: Nat said 2 text u. Y couldn’t u just text me and wait until I got back 2 u?

Almost immediately she texted back.

Emmie: Because I knew u wouldn’t unless she made u. U would b 2 busy chasing after blonde and beautiful.

Me: Guilty. Don’t be sad. I still <3 you. Don’t tell ur hubs though.

Emmie: Lol. Pretty sure Nik knows. <3 u 2. How is it going? She putty in ur hands yet?

I glanced up from my phone as Marissa and Dallas dropped down onto the long leather couch between me and Wroth. She looked like she was having the time of her life. I typed one last message before putting the phone back in my pocket.

Me: Almost. Working on it. Night, gorgeous. <3 u most.

Drinking her punch thirstily, Dallas leaned her head back against the leather couch. “Who was that?”

“Em.” I lifted my beer to my lips and took a long swallow. “You all danced out or you want to hit one of the theme rooms with me?”

“You’ll have to ask my date.”

“What the fuck?” I didn’t mean to snarl but that was the way it came out.

Dallas giggled and picked up Marissa’s hand. “I told you, she’s my girl tonight.” She lifted Marissa’s hand and nibbled on her fingers, wiggling her brow at Marissa suggestively.

I don’t know who groaned first, me or Wroth, but I knew that I wasn’t the only one affected by the sight of Dallas sucking on her fingers. Marissa, seeming completely ignorant of the fact that she was now the star of some very wild fantasies giggled and pulled her hand away. “Go on, Dallas. Have fun. I’m going to sit here and try to talk Wroth into ordering me something a little stronger than wine.”

My eyes went to my guitarist and his gaze collided with mine. I saw the look there, knew he was practically begging me not to leave him alone when he was obviously fighting with himself after Dallas’s little show. Wroth might be a woman-hater, but there was one woman he would give his life for. One woman who owned him completely. He just didn’t think he deserved her and denied himself at every turn.

While I felt sorry for the bastard, I wasn’t going to turn down the chance to get Dallas on the dance floor and rubbing against me like she used to do when we were together. Sure I was a selfish bastard, but who could blame me?

Dallas

I was pretty sure I’d just caused trouble between Wroth and Marissa with my little tease. In all honestly, I hadn’t been thinking about those two as I had seductively sucked on Marissa’s fingers. All I had been thinking was that I wanted to make Axton ache as much as I was aching. To make his dick throb as much as my pussy was throbbing.

As we headed out of the VIP room toward whatever theme room Axton decided on, I felt the tension that we were leaving behind. Pretty sure I had just left a gorgeous girl caged in the VIP room with a very turned on beast. Fortunately I knew that Wroth wouldn’t hurt Marissa so I quickly pushed them from my mind as Axton pulled me into a room where the lights were dimmed to the point that it was nearly complete black inside the room. The only light was the one red pulsing light that was shot like a laser from one side of the room to the next while popular pop music that was remixed with techno vibrated the walls.

This room made you deaf to anything but the music and nearly blind because of the barely-there lighting. This theme room wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor downstairs. I could understand why. You had to have some big trust to be in this room. The people dancing in here were obviously couples, or singles that had hooked up with someone downstairs and wanted some private time.

Instead of moving toward the dance floor right away, Axton tugged on my hand, urging me toward the bar. He ordered two shots of tequila. As soon as the drink was in front of me I downed it without waiting on him. My heart was pounding to the fast beat of the music and I suddenly knew how the night was going to end. Fuck. I had known as soon as Axton had kissed me halfway through the concert earlier.

And I wanted it. Damn, did I ever want it! I wanted Axton so bad. Which was making my heart, my brain, and the rest of my body have a triple threat death match for supremacy over this situation. My heart and my body were nearly in accordance but for different reasons, while my brain was raging at them both to be smart. With each drink I took, my brain grew more and more sure that my heart and body were right after all. Maybe Axton Cage was good for me after all.

Of course I was sure that my brain would be screaming at me that I was a world class idiot come morning, but right now my heart and body were leading the show.

Instead of downing his shot right away, Axton picked up his lime wedge and turned to face me. Carefully, as if he were afraid to spook me, he lifted the wedge to my lips, placing the rind in my mouth. With the salt shaker in hand he lowered his head and licked the sensitive spot under my ear. A soft mewling sound left me, and I knew he couldn’t hear it, but from his reaction I was sure that he had felt it vibrating in my throat. I felt his lips lift in a smile as he lifted his head and sprinkled salt on my damp neck.

With his left eyebrow arched he mouthed the question, “Ready?” I swallowed around the rind in my mouth and nodded.

Axton’s hands landed on my hips, pulling me close and locking me into place. Slowly he lowered his head, his nose nuzzling against my ear before I felt his wet, hot tongue on my neck licking away the salt. My hands went to his arms, my nails biting into his biceps through his T-shirt as he lingered, sucking off any remaining salt.

Then he was reaching for the shot, downing the expensive tequila. He didn’t even flinch. And then he was moving in fast, taking the lime into his own mouth, sucking the lime and spitting it out before diving in to suck any remaining juice from my lips. My nails dug deeper into his arms as my panties became drenched with every tug from the suction of his lips. My thighs started to tremble and I knew then that wearing a skirt this small was a mistake. If I got any wetter the entire club would know how affected I was as my need started dripping down my bare thighs.

With one last swipe of his tongue over my bottom lip, Axton pulled back. He dropped a kiss onto the tip of my nose, which completely threw me for a minute but didn’t stop my heart from melting. With a tilt of his head toward the dance floor I nodded dumbly and let him lead me into the mass of couples.

The last song was just ending as he put his hands on my hips again, pulling me closer. This close, his body was easily broadcasting how turned on he was. His dick pulsed against my stomach through his jeans. As dark as it was in this room I could have lifted my hands and touched him through the material of his jeans, but if I did that then we would end up leaving before I was ready.

As the first cords of Tiesto’s remix of Zedd’s “Clarity” featuring Foxes filled the air, I wrapped my arms around Axton’s neck and rested my head on his chest. The words of the song washed over me and I couldn’t help but smile a little sadly at how they seemed to fit how I was feeling about the man who was now wrapped around me.