Rocked & Romanced, page 12
Deanna: Go feed that man, and we’ll talk later.
It was really good to hear from her. She follows right away with the links to the books she was talking about, so I go to the website and download them to read, before heading downstairs.
I don’t even make it to my door, when the doorbell goes off again.
Fuck. Is Branden back? Please, don’t let it be Branden. Dallas will have him arrested after he beats the shit out of him. I saw the look on his face earlier. I don’t want to have to make that call to Landon.
I make my way down the hall, wanting to stay out of sight until I know what’s going on. What I find at the door is not one of the many options that went through my head.
Dallas has answered the door, and there’s a very beautiful woman standing there smiling at him with her hands on his shoulders. His back is to me, so I can’t get a read on him. She’s in a skintight short dress, and her blonde hair is done is loose waves. From here, I can tell her makeup is done perfectly, and so are her nails.
She looks just like the type of girls Dallas used to pick up.
What the fuck is going on?
Chapter 18
Dallas
What the fuck is going on today? I feel like I’m in the twilight zone! First Austin’s ex shows up, now Beth? And all before breakfast. Does the universe really hate me this much? I can only imagine how this is going to play out in Austin’s head. This has to be my punishment for being a playboy. Now that I want to change my life, I have to suffer for it.
Austin and I had such an amazing night together, and now, the universe is throwing everything it can at us to destroy that. Well, I won’t let it and will fight for us no matter how long it takes.
I look at the woman in front of me. Beth was only ever a casual fling here in town. She filled in as a fake date at a few events over the last year, but we saw each other maybe once a month. It was quick sex at her place, and I’d leave. We barely even talked. Why she thought she had any right to show up here now is beyond me. We haven’t been together in over six months.
“You hadn’t called, since you’ve been back from tour. You always do.” She purrs and rests her hand on my shoulder, while pushing her tits out. Good Lord, what did I ever see in her? Wait, I know. She was the exact opposite of Austin. That was my type, wasn’t it?
I glare at her, which she ignores. Of course, this is the moment Austin comes back downstairs. She couldn’t have missed the doorbell, because she was in the shower. No, the universe hates me that much.
“Oh, is your friend staying for breakfast?” Austin says in a tone that could be mistaken for sweet as sugar if I didn’t know any better. But I know it’s a tone that says I’m in a ton of trouble. It’s filled with hurt she’s trying to cover up.
“Of course!” Beth says and tries to step into the house.
I put my hand on her shoulder and start moving her outside.
“No,” I growl, as I move us both on to the front porch and close the door behind me.
“I didn’t call, because I had said I wouldn’t be calling anymore. It was a fling and now it’s over. Leave me alone.” I growl.
“Come on, I don’t care if you have other girls, you know that.” She waves her hand at me.
“I’m done with that life. I don’t have other girls, I have a girl. The girl and I wouldn’t fuck that up with you or anyone else. It’s always been her, and by the grace of God, she has given me a chance. Now fuck off and don’t step foot on my property again!” I roar.
Once I see shock cover her face, I don’t bother with another word. Turning, I head back inside, making sure I lock the door behind me.
I didn’t mean to lose control like that, but the thought of keeping someone on the side, while I have Austin didn’t sit well with me. Austin is everything I didn’t know I needed, and even in this short time, I know there’s no one else for me.
If things don’t work out with us, I know right now I’d never be able to go back to living the life I did before. The touch of Beth’s hand just on my shoulder made my skin crawl. If I can’t have Austin, I know I won’t have anyone. Not that anyone would believe me right now, but I will show her and Landon in time I’m here to stay.
I take a deep breath and go into the kitchen. I finally get a good look at Austin, and she’s wearing her bathing suit cover-up. The blue floral one that I like on her, because it makes her eyes pop. I can’t wait to spend time with her in the pool later.
The fantasies I’ve had of her and me in that pool with no one else around are so dirty I should feel guilty, but I don’t. All I feel is excitement that we might get to try out a few of them today, but first, I have to get us back on track. I can only imagine what’s going on in her head right now.
“What a day.” I joke, but Austin just rolls her eyes and gives me a pointed look, before going back to making breakfast. She puts something in the oven, as her phone rings.
She sighs and answers it.
“Hey.”
I can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but I sit down on a barstool and wait her out. We’re going to talk about this. If I’ve learned one thing from Landon’s parents, it’s that you never just assume something will work it’s self out in a relationship. You talk about it, bring it to the forefront, and fix it.
It’s the stuff you let stew and simmer that will end things in a blink of an eye. Austin’s mom told me that. I think she knew how I felt about Austin, and how Landon wanted to keep me at a distance. It wasn’t too long after that conversation they passed in the car crash.
“They got back to you already?” She slowly walks over towards the large window that looks out over the backyard and the pool. I try to stay in the moment and focus on my girl.
“But it could be nothing. I told you I don’t have a lot of information.”
Another pause, before she sighs. Her hand not holding the phone rubs her forehead just above her eyebrows.
“I know, I promised. I won’t leave Dallas’s side, as long as you don’t come home early.”
Ahhh, she’s talking to Landon. It must be about Branden. Speaking of, I head to the gate panel by the front door and make sure it’s closed, turn the locks on, and make sure the security cameras around the property are working along with the security system on the house. I set the alarm and check they’re set to chime anytime a window or door is opened.
By the time I get back to the kitchen, she’s off the phone.
“What did Landon have to say?” I ask.
“Well, I didn’t have a lot of info on Branden, but they couldn’t find a Branden Lewis in Portland. It’s making Landon nervous, but seriously, we were casual. I don’t even know his address. I just know he lived in an apartment above a coffee shop downtown.”
“You should be more careful with the people in your life.” I frown, and she drops the spoon in her hand.
“Do you even know the names of all the girls you slept with, much less their phone numbers, addresses, and place of work?” She snaps.
My gut twists, because she has a point. There were a few I didn’t even know their names. I want to say it was different, but I’ve been around her long enough to know that is exactly what not to say right now.
“He wasn’t a one-night stand, Austin. You were seeing him for three months.” I try to calm myself because being angry at her won’t help the situation.
“Doesn’t matter since you’re still keeping someone on the side, apparently.” She growls and tries to walk off.
Oh, hell no. Does she really think I’d do that to her? I’m new to this relationship thing, but I’m not a cheater and would never cheat on Austin. I’ve been waiting too long to get a chance with her, and I’m not fucking this up like that. If she only knew how long I wanted her, she wouldn’t question me like this, but I don’t think she’s ready to hear it, it would just scare her off.
I follow her and wrap both my arms around her waist before she even makes it out of the kitchen.
“Hey, remember on tour I said I had things to do, before you could be mine?”
“What like her?” She snaps back.
I step back just enough and smack her ass. This seems to stun her into silence.
“No. I had flings, and they knew the score, all of them. It wasn’t a relationship. On tour, I called them all, including Beth, and told her it was over. I didn’t even owe them that, Austin, but I did owe you that. I wanted to do right by you.”
“How many women have been in your bed?” She asks as I smack her ass again.
“Stop trying to put more walls up. Only you have ever been in my bed, all those times you didn’t want to be alone. Only you.” I whisper next to her ear.
“But she has been here before?” She says confused.
“Yes. She was my stand in date for a few events hosted by the label, one of which was held here a year ago, but we never slept together here. I’ve always thought of this as your house, too. So, I never brought anyone back here, I never could.”
Her body loses some of its tension, and she relaxes into me.
“Why not?” She says.
Ahhh, the million-dollar question. How do I tell her, because it felt like I was cheating on her? Because I didn’t want any of them in a space, I consider ours and is filled with her memories. I wanted to keep this space strictly hers and mine. There’s no way to tell her that, so I go with a cop out.
“It just didn’t feel right.” I turn her in my arms to face me. “Let’s have some breakfast, put this morning behind us, and not let it ruin our day, okay?”
She nods, and I kiss her forehead, before letting her go back to the kitchen to finish up breakfast.
Over breakfast, she tells me how the receptionist from the label had texted earlier, and they were talking books. Her face lights up over how much she loves having someone with her taste in books.
I make myself a note to get a hold of her tablet and check out the books she’s reading. I can make it a point to look some up and send some to her, or maybe, get some signed copies for her to add to the library.
After we finish eating, we do the dishes from today and last night as well, before I turn to her.
“Ready to go swimming?” I ask.
Chapter 19
Austin
Am I ready to go swimming? I think we both need some cool water and to take a step back. It’s been a crazy morning. First Branden, and then that Beth girl. I don’t like how I felt when I saw her hands on him.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you out there. I just need a minute,” I tell him.
He leans in and kisses my cheek, “Don’t be long.”
Once he goes outside, I take a deep breath and head to the downstairs bathroom. It’s almost as big as the bathroom upstairs with one wall of mirrors. These would make for some interesting angles to fool around with. I stand there looking at my flush cheeks and think of Dallas, slapping my ass, twice.
The blush on my face deepens. I shouldn’t have liked that as much as I did. Did he really say he hasn’t been with anyone in this house, much less his bed? Damn. Why is that such a turn on?
I fix my hair and pull it up, so it won’t get wet, while I’m in the pool or be in my way, while I’m tanning. I grab the sunscreen, a towel, and go out to the pool.
I stop dead in my tracks because I find Dallas already in the pool swimming laps. His tan skin and muscles on full display, as he glides through the water. My legs carry me closer to the pool, and I just watch him mesmerized.
At the other end of the pool, he flips and heads back towards me. As he nears the wall, he slows and stands, wiping the water from his face, before looking up at me.
“You going to stand there all day, or are you joining me?” He asks.
I clear my throat and try to form words.
“I’ll join you in a bit. I need to put on some sunscreen.” I hold up the sunscreen in my hand.
“Need some help?” He asks.
I smirk, him putting sunscreen on me is just the start of the many fantasies I’ve had of him in this pool. But it seems like a good place to start.
“Sure,” I say and head back towards one of the lounge chairs. Hearing the water dripping on the concrete, I know he isn’t far behind me. I set my stuff down on the chair and turn back to find his eyes on me, as he dries off with his towel.
Without breaking eye contact, I grab the hem of my cover-up dress and slowly pull it over my head, leaving me in just the skimpy bikini I put on earlier. His eyes heat, as he looks over every inch of my body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He says as he places his hands on my hips. I look up at him, as his lips land on mine. It’s a short, sweet kiss before he’s turning me around, so my back is to his chest. His hands pull me against him, and his cock rests against my ass.
His hands slowly slide up my stomach towards my chest, before he grabs my breasts and kisses my neck. I reach up and wrap a hand around his neck.
“God, you’re perfect. Sexy, beautiful, and mine.” He lightly grazes his teeth over my ear lobe, before taking a step back. “Let’s get that sunscreen on you. We don’t want you to burn.”
I sit down on the lounge chair, trying to regain some self-control, as he sits behind me, and he starts rubbing sunscreen on my neck, shoulders, and back. He takes it slow, rubbing circles and smoothing it in well. His touch is just firm enough to massage some of the tension from my shoulders, and I can’t stop the moan that slips out.
His sharp intake of breath lets me know he’s feeling this too, as he rubs further down my body.
“Lay down on your back.” He says, his voice laced with lust.
I do as he says, wanting to see how far he will take this. His eyes roam my body again before he squeezes more sunscreen on to his hands and starts on my arm, but his eyes never leave mine. When the sunscreen is all rubbed in, he moves to the other arm. It’s such an innocent touch, but with the intensity of his eyes, the sensations filling me from just his touch, it’s already so much more.
After both arms are done, he starts on my shoulders and rubs down my chest. He pays more attention than necessary to my breasts, and his hands slip under the triangle of fabric and pushes it to the side.
“Need to make sure I get every inch of skin.” He murmurs, seconds before he leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. He groans, and I can feel the vibrations to my core.
He pulls back and sensually rubs my breasts, before moving the fabric back into place and moving to the other to repeat the motion.
He continues rubbing lotion on my stomach and down to my bikini bottoms. He moves along the top like he’s teasing me, before dipping under the fabric. I raise my hips, encouraging him on to touch me where I need him most, but he doesn’t. He scoots back and starts rubbing lotion on to my foot, and then slowly moves up my leg.
His eyes on me are intense, as he works the lotion into my skin. Smoothing the lotion into my thighs, each slow stoke gets closer and closer to my center, where I need him. His fingers ghost over my slit before he moves to put lotion on my other foot.
He repeats the process of slowly moving up my leg. I’m so turned on I’m aching for him, and if he doesn’t touch me soon, I might combust. As he gets closer to my pussy, his fingers tease me over the fabric, spreading my legs and moving to kneel on the lounge chair. He runs both hands up my thighs and massages them right against the edge of the fabric.
When his eyes meet mine again, we lock on each other, and he unties the bottom of my suit.
“Have to make sure we get lotion everywhere.” He says.
Without taking his eyes off me, he lowers his mouth and takes a long, slow lick up my slit. The sensation of having his tongue on me after all the teasing is almost too much, as my body trembles. I throw my head back and close my eyes, arching my hips.
He throws an arm over my hips to hold me in place, as he continues his slow, steady movements.
“Dallas,” I moan.
“What do you need, baby girl? Tell me.”
“More. Harder. Faster.” I gasp out, unable to complete full sentences.
With a few more light, short strokes with his tongue, before sucking hard on my clit, he does as I ask, as two fingers slip inside me, and his tongue works my clit in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Is all I can manage, as I toss my head back.
“Dallas!” I scream, as my thighs lock around his head, and my climax washes over me. As I relax, Dallas starts kissing up my body with a huge smile on his face.
“Good thing the neighbors aren’t nearby.” He chuckles, and I throw my hands over my face embarrassed.
He grabs my hands with his.
“No, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. That was so damn sexy.” He kisses me, and then leans down and ties my bathing suit back together.
“Now, let’s go swimming.” He says.
The rest of the day is filled with time in the pool, lots of kissing, petting, and teasing, but he never once lets me take care of him, even though, he’s hard almost all day.
That night we go to bed in our own rooms, and I can’t get our time on the lounge chair out of my head. No one has driven me so absolutely crazy with need like that before. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet or cum so hard in my life.
As I’m lying in bed, rain starts hitting the window followed by some lightning and thunder loud enough to make me jump.
I try to pull a pillow over my head, but it does nothing to drown out the noise. I have hated thunderstorms for years. My parent’s car crash happened on a night like this. Finally, I give in and slowly make my way to my door.
When I look out into the hallway, I’m happy to find Dallas’s door is cracked open. It’s all the invitation I need to slip into his room and tiptoe over to his bed. The moment I start climbing into bed, he turns towards me.
“I was wondering how long before you’d be in here.” He says, pulling me close.
“I was debating it, even before the storm,” I admit.
