The Rocker Who Wants Me (The Rocker... Series) (19 page)

I love you. I love you. I love you.

As if watching me triggered his own release Axton suddenly shouted my name and I felt him pulsing seconds before the first splash of his semen hit my womb. It was then that I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of that hot blast inside of me.

Axton pulled me against him, my head going straight to his chest. The sound of his heart beat pounding in my ear made me smile and I snuggled closer, praying that this lasted a little longer.

Dallas

The feel of warm lips on my bare shoulder tempted me from a deep sleep. With a content smile, I stretched out, enjoying Axton’s hands caressing down my side and over my hip. His lips trailed up my neck, sharp teeth sinking tenderly into my lobe before he kissed my temple.

“Time to get up, baby,” he purred against my ear seconds before his hand slapped across my ass.

“It’s not time to get ready for the show tonight,” I argued, refusing to open my eyes unless he was going to fuck me into oblivion as he had when we had gotten back from the show in the early hours of the morning.

“True.” Another kiss to my head. “But I have a surprise for you. So get your beautiful ass in the shower. Marissa will be waiting downstairs in about fifteen minutes.”

My eyes snapped open, the delicious image of him surprising me with something sex-related fading into a puff of smoke. No way would he involve Marissa in a sexual surprise for me. I was pretty sure that Wroth would murder him before any thoughts in that regard took fruition. “What kind of surprise is it?”

Axton brushed his lips across mine in a quick kiss. “I thought you needed a day of nothing but relaxation. So I arranged for you to have a massage and facial. You can get your hair done, have them do whatever the fuck it is they do to your nails, and just be pampered. Wroth stole my idea, so Marissa is getting the full works too.” Another kiss cut off any idea I might have had of protesting. I was supposed to be taking care of Liam after all, not spending my day at a spa.

Even if the very thought of having a day like that melted me. He was being so thoughtful and considerate. He hadn’t pampered me like this during our months of whatever our relationship had been years ago. And he sure as hell hadn’t made love to me the way we had made love the day before or that morning when we had gotten back to our suite. I was falling under a spell, there was no other excuse for how stupid I was being where he was concerned. I had to put some distance between us and quick, so maybe a day at the spa would be good for me in more ways than one.

Twenty minutes later Axton gave me one last kiss and helped me into the back of a carriage pulled by a man with a ponytail and a hoop through his nose on a bike. When I sat back, Wroth lifted Marissa up by her waist and set her next to me.

I tried not to bite my lip at how cute that was. Marissa wasn’t a little girl, being at least a size fourteen and very curvy. But the little extra weight looked really good on her. I’d seen one picture of her when she was a teenager, having just fought hard against her cancer. She had looked like skin stretched tight over a skeleton. Since then her thyroid had slowed down and she fought hard to stay in a size fourteen, watching every bite she ate and exercising as much as possible. But when your thyroid was hypo it was hard to keep the weight off no matter what you did. Still, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Inside and out.

Once she was comfortable, Wroth leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He whispered something that had her cheeks filling with an adorable shade of pink and then he was tipping the cyclist and we were on our way.

As soon as we were out of hearing range of the guys, I turned toward her in my seat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to embarrass you at all, but that was really melt-worthy back there.”

The blush in Marissa’s cheeks deepened. “The last few days have been really melt-worthy. Oh my gosh, Dallas! I can’t believe the change in Wroth. I’ve waited for so many years for him to get his head out of his ass and just do something. Anything. Then the other night at the club…” She broke off, her eyes shying away as she glanced at the lush greenery along the path on our way to the Mandara Spa.

I let her have a moment. If she didn’t want to confide in me I wasn’t going to push. But as we grew closer I reached for her hand. “I’m happy for you, Rissa.”

Her face lit up with a beaming smile. “Thanks, Dallas.”

The rest of the day was spent in comfortable companionship. We were split up for our massage and facials. But when we had our hair and nails done we sat side by side, gossiping like we had been friends all our lives. It was fun, but made me miss Harper and Lana. Especially Harper.

“Can you believe that Devlin punched Zander last night?”

Marissa’s question caught me off guard, and I glanced at her with my mouth gaping open. “What?”

Marissa lifted her mimosa to her lips and took a sip. “Yup, that was what I said when Li told me this morning when I had breakfast with him. He didn’t go into details, he never does. Between him and Wroth you would think I was a baby the way they try to protect me from the real world. But from what I pieced together, Z was running his mouth about Natalie and him sharing a suite. Devlin didn’t say a word, just punched him in the mouth and walked away.” Her face clouded over. “I’m not stupid, Dallas. I know what happened between Dev and Tawny and my brother all those years ago. I might have just been a kid at the time, but I still knew what was going on…”

She broke off as a different stylist walked by. Leaning forward, Marissa lowered her voice. “Tawny worked a number on both of them, and it tore them apart. Dev and Liam were closer than Dev and Z at the time. They were inseparable and she ripped them to shreds. Natalie, she isn’t like Tawny, I know that and I’m pretty sure that Dev and Z know that. But this is kind of history repeating itself. Two best friends, both of them interested in one girl.”

I could see exactly what she was talking about. Natalie definitely wasn’t like the bitch that Liam had told me about. Sure she was feisty and stubborn, but she wasn’t vindictive or a heartless whore. I had seen first-hand that both Zander and Devlin were interested. One didn’t want to be. The other was more invested in the idea of something than actually romantic feelings. And while Natalie was obviously infatuated with Devlin, I could see disaster approaching for her from five miles away.

“Could you try to talk to her? Tell her to distance herself from both of them?” Marissa grimaced. “I don’t want her to get hurt, and the way things are looking, she could be annihilated. I’ve known Dev and Z all my life and they can be more than a little intense when it comes to something they want.”

“I’ll speak to her, Rissa,” I promised. “But that doesn’t mean she will listen. I’ve only known Nat for a few years now, but I can tell you that she is one of the most stubborn women on the planet. She’s emotionally invested with…” I sighed, not wanting to give too much away even to Marissa. It seemed disloyal to Natalie. “…one of them.”

“I’ve noticed,” Marissa assured me. “Dev is just as stubborn. He wants her just as much, and while he fights it in front of her, he doesn’t when Z is around. That man gives me whiplash watching him.”

“Do you think I should talk to Lana and Harper? Maybe her brothers should be aware of what’s going on.” I didn’t want to seem like a tattle-tale, going to Natalie’s sisters-in-law like that. But we were only into day three of a three-month tour. If Devlin Cutter was throwing punches already, then what did that mean for the rest of the tour? Shouldn’t her brothers be aware of the situation and maybe have words with their two friends before someone got their heart broken?

Marissa shook her head. “Natalie is an adult; let’s let her sort her own life out.” She rolled her eyes. “I wish Wroth would let me do the same thing, but hey, he is who he is. Just talk to her and let her make her own decisions.”

I nodded, accepting that piece of advice but my stomach twisted in trepidation for what could happen to my friend.

Axton

“You have gotta be fucking kidding me!”

I raised my brows at Zander as he tossed his Xbox One controller against the wall near the flat screen he had just died on. I didn’t know how to take either him or Devlin lately so I didn’t say a word, just kept moving across the map on the screen.

Call of Duty was the game of choice today. I was playing because there was nothing else to do as we rode toward Charleston, West Virginia for tonight’s show. Dallas was on the other bus, where she had firmly stayed. I fucking hated the distance that our buses put between us. The only alone time I had with her was when we happened to be in a town for more than one night. Then she was all mine for the duration of our stay in whatever hotel we happened to be booked in. It wasn’t enough time for me.

Sure, I wanted the sex. It was mind-blowingly amazing. Each time taking my breath away and leaving me dazed because it should be illegal to feel that alive. But it was also when Dallas really let herself open up to me, because afterwards we would just lie in bed and she would tell me something about her childhood that I hadn’t already known. Or I would tell her about my own life growing up with Sharon Huntington as a mother. We would laze around our room, ordering the most expensive things off of the menu and order movie after movie until I had to leave for that night’s show.

Which brought up a new predicament within myself. Before Dallas, before this tour, I was almost high on the thought of taking the stage and rocking out to tens of thousands of fans singing along with me and the band. They would chant our name,
my
name, and by the end of the night I was raging for more. Now? I had to fight with myself to leave Dallas. The thought of going on stage brought more dread than anticipation, because I knew that it would mean giving up more time that I could have been spending with my girl.

Thankfully, Dallas always came to the show, and stood backstage with Harris, Marissa, and Natalie. After the shows we would go back to our room instead of a nightclub like I normally would have done. But I would rather have her alone in our room than sharing her in a crowd of strangers. To me, our time was precious and I wasn’t going to waste it on any-fucking-body.

Those nights seemed rare, because we normally only stayed at each stop for a day or two. I missed her when she wasn’t beside me. Her insistence to stay on the other bus, even when Liam was on mine, felt like she was putting up walls—walls that I tried my damnedest to break down in our alone time and mostly I succeeded, but by the next day they were up again. It was slowly driving me insane, and making the leather bracelet I never took off itch with the secret I hid underneath. I wanted to show Dallas what was under the leather just as badly as I wanted to confess how in love I was with her. But I couldn’t seem to find the right words. Which was really fucked up because I was king of finding the perfect thing to say to get what I wanted.

“That’s the second remote you’ve destroyed in the last two weeks,” Wroth grumbled as he sniped some kid from Washington who had been running his mouth for the last twenty minutes about how good he was. It pissed the boy off every time Wroth sniped him or I used a rocket launcher on him. It was amusing to hear the fifteen-year-old screaming obscenities in our headsets each time he was killed off. “That’s why we had to play with the Xbox One and not the PS4. If you tear up the Wii controller I’m gonna kick your ass.”

Liam chuckled from his position on the couch across from my recliner. He was lying with his leg propped up on the arm of the couch, his head on a pillow as he played along with the rest of us. On the floor, Linc was playing on the other team with Devlin and Natalie. This was our normal afternoon ride. Everyone normally slept until noon and then when the buses stopped to fuel up, Harris switched buses to do his homeschooling with Marissa while Wroth, Liam and Linc jumped on with us to either rehearse or play video games.

It had been working for us for the last seven weeks, but the tension between Devlin and Zander was getting out of hand. The two were barely speaking to each other now, and when they did happen to share words they were nasty and quickly followed by fists flying. Natalie was trying to keep the peace, but it was obviously wearing on her. She’d already told Emmie that she wasn’t sure how much more she could take, and Emmie had threatened everyone that the next fight would result in her having to join the tour.