Rock the Beat

Chapter 12

Kiss Quick

Holly

We lie in my bed wrapped in each other’s arms. The sun rising brightens up my room and I study the intricate tattoos on Trip’s left shoulder and arm. I trace my finger over the patterns and read the words Music is Life on his forearm. I’ve seen it on his arms many times, but I guess I didn’t understand how much he was into music until last night when he told me he used to be in a band.

I run my finger over the words. “I like this one.”

Trip rotates his wrist to check which one I was referring to. “Me too. It’s true. Music is in my blood. I love it. I don’t think I could ever fully give it up.”

I prop myself up on an elbow. “I love that you are so passionate. Why did you stop playing?”

He pauses for a long moment, like he’s searching for an answer. “I still play actually.”

“I’d love to hear you play sometime.”

He grins. “I’d like that.”

My eyes wander up his arm to the words Black Falcon written on his shoulder. I touch his skin where the inked words appear. “Isn’t this a band’s name?”

Trip’s eyes widen and his body stiffens. “Yes.”

I tilt my head. It seems kind of childish to get something like that permanently tattooed into his skin, but I’ve heard of people doing crazier things before. I guess if you love something enough to put on your body forever, it’s a good way to always remember being passionate about something. I don’t want him to think I’m judging him for that. I can see how nervous he is just by me bringing it up. “I didn’t know you were such a huge fan.”

He relaxes and smiles. “Yeah. I’m a big fan. Do you like them?”

I shrug. “I’ve only really heard that song you were signing in the office.”

“Ball Busting Bitch?”

I laugh at how ridiculous the name of it is. “That’s the one. The radio played that one out.”

He laughs too. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Other than that, I’ve never really listened to any of their music,” I admit.

“They’re an okay band.”

Talking about music and bands makes me wonder about his regular job. “I never did ask what band you worked for.”

He bites his lip and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “Believe it or not, I actually work for Black Falcon.”

My mouth drops open and sit up quickly, pulling the sheet up to cover my bare chest. “Are you serious?”

He tucks his arm behind his head. “Yep. Why are you so excited all of the sudden? I thought you weren’t a fan.”

“I’m not.” The possibilities of somehow using the bands fame to help promote the track rushes through my brain. “Are you good friends with the guys in the band?”

Trip smirks. “I guess you could say that.”

“This is perfect! I know how we can save the track.”

Trip raises an eyebrow. “How’s that?”

I turn towards him. “Do you think they would come and play a couple songs if we set up a race here at the track? If we had a major band perform here, we’d draw all kinds of sponsors, press and riders from all over the world. It would be exactly what this place needs.”

He bites his bottom lip, like he’s considering what I’ve asked. “Is that what you want? You don’t think the investor’s money will be enough?”

I shake my head. “Not to put the business back on top. Besides, you said the drummer of the band you work for is the investor, right? He would probably love to see this place make money, so he’d convince the other guys to come here. What do you think?”

He sighs and touches my face. “If that’s what you want, then I’ll do my best to make it happen.”

I squeal and hug him. “Thank you. This will mean so much to this place and to Dad.”

He rubs my back as I pull back and kiss his lips. The simple peck between us turns passionate as he opens his mouth and slides his tongue against mine. My hands find their way into his hair and his hand slips down my back, shoving the sheet down until he reaches my ass. His strong hands grip my ass and he pulls me on top of him.

I’m afraid I’m becoming addicted to this sexy man.

TRIP

The moment Holly leaves the room I throw my head back against the pillow.

Shit.

I’ve gotten myself into a huge fucking mess by lying to her all this time. I should’ve told her before who I was, but I was afraid she would never give me the time of day if she knew I was famous. She doesn’t like people like me—words from her own mouth.

The moment the guys all come here, or the moment she Google’s the band, it’s all over. She’ll either forgive me and we can move on, or she’ll hate me forever.

I sit up and grab my pants from the floor. I dig my cell phone out of the pocket and dial Tyke’s number. “What’s up, baby brother. You ready to come back yet? It’s boring as shit without you here.”

I roll my eyes and fight back the urge to argue with him about the age thing, but don’t because I know there’s no time. “Hey, bro. I have a favor to ask.”

Tyke sighs into the phone. “What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“No trouble, but I do need something from you. Well, from all the guys.”

“Oh? Should I be afraid to even ask what that is?”

I shake my head eve though I know he can’t see me. “I need you all to come here and play a couple songs. That’s it.”

“You know the other guys aren’t going to want to leave their women right now. That’s the reason we’re on break in the first place.”

“They can bring them too. Holly and I want to set up a benefit, slash motocross competition here and we need something to draw people in.”

“And let me guess, you want to use the band to promote your new little business?”

“Yes. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I guess. Who is this Holly person you mentioned before?”

I bite my bottom lip and wish I could kick myself in the ass. I’m just beginning to figure out my relationship with Holly. I don’t know if I’m ready to share what we are with my brother. “She’s the owner’s daughter.”

“Don’t forget to add the woman you’re sleeping with,” Tyke adds.

“It’s not like that,” I reply, my tone sharp. I hate the fact that my brother knows me almost as well as I know myself.

“Then how is it?”

I rub my face and allow my thoughts to travel to Holly. Her gorgeous smile comes to mind and denying what I feel for her to my own flesh and blood would make me a total tool, so I decide to give him the most honest answer I can. “I like her.”

“Really? That’s something I haven’t heard you say in a long time. Matter of fact not since…”

“Let’s not even bring her up,” I beg. “Holly is nothing like Jessica. To compare the two wouldn’t be fair.”

Putting someone as straightforward and sweet as Holly up against my back stabbing, slutty ex isn’t anywhere close to being even. Jessica isn’t in Holly’s league.

“That’s good to know. The band can’t handle you losing your shit right now. It’s falling apart as it is, and it won’t be able to withstand your ass getting carted off to jail over some girl you barely know.”

I shake my head. “This is exactly why I don’t tell you things. Every time I do, you always revert back to the past. I’ve grown up since then, Tyke. I’m not going to go around fighting every single asshole that looks at her three seconds too long. This track and Holly are both really important to me. I wouldn’t do something stupid to screw up what I have going here.”

“You’re right. That was a long time ago, and maybe I don’t give you enough credit for keeping your temper in check the last couple years.” He pauses for a brief moment. “I’ve seen the way you tried to help Riff and Noel when they were going through their shit. It was very mature and insightful. I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. If this girl makes you happy, then I’m all for you giving it a go with her.”

I smile. “Thanks, man. So what do you say? You’ll help me convince Riff and Noel to come out here for a weekend?”

“Of course I will. If this will help you make a new start in life, then I’ll be there. You know you can always count on me, brother.”

“Thanks. I’ll owe you. I’ll call you with the date as soon as I have one,” I tell him before we say our goodbyes and end the call.

The bedroom door opens and Holly comes traipsing in wearing only a towel and a smile. My cock twitches at the sight of her, knowing how amazing it felt to be buried deep inside her last night. I can’t help that my body craves that sweet, little pussy of hers now. It’s going to be damn hard to get any real work done around here now with that distraction going on.

She smiles as she walks across the room to her closet. “See something you like?”

My eyes do a full sweep of her from head to toe. Her blonde hair still wet from her shower drips water beads down her bare back, while the towel opens on the side showing off her hip and thigh. Her beauty is unmatched by anything I’ve ever seen. “You’re perfect and you know it.”

Holly blushes and continues to sort through the rack of clothes. “Have you always been such a charmer?”

The urge to touch her skin overwhelms me. I push myself up off the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a smile. I stand behind her, pull her hair away from one shoulder and nuzzle my nose against her neck while grinding my erect cock against her ass. “It’s you, sweetness, who has charmed this snake.”

She tilts her head back and to the side, allowing me better access to her flesh. The scent of her floral shampoo and body wash fills my nose as I playfully nip at her neck.

She sighs as my tongue darts out to taste her. “You make me feel crazy, do you know that?”

“Is that a bad thing?” I mumble against her skin.

“It is when you’re all that I can think about,” she admits.

I spin her around in my arms and back her against the doorframe of the closet. “That makes us even then. I was just wondering how I was ever going to get any work done around here, knowing just how good you feel pressed up against me like this. All I’m going to be able to think about is being buried deep inside you again.”

She swallows and then her mouth drifts open. I can tell she gets turned on when I talk dirty to her. It’s impossible for her body to hide the way she feels. “I know exactly what you mean.”

I press my lips against hers and tug on the towel until it opens up and falls from her body. Her puckered nipples rub against my solid chest as I deepen our kiss and thread my fingers into her wet hair. I’ll never get tired of this with her. Every time I kiss her lips, all it does is drive me to possess more of this delicious taste.

My hand slides down her stomach and she whimpers as my finger finds her swollen clit. My finger glides around with ease and I suck in a quick breath. “I love how easily you get turned on for me. It makes me want to fuck you that much more.”

She groans as I glide my finger inside her. “Trip. God. Ah.”

Hearing her moan my name is enough to make me nearly come in my boxers. Sex with Holly is exciting. I love that she’s not that experienced and isn’t jaded by the experience like most of the groupies I’ve been fucking the past couple of years. Maybe that’s why each time with her feels so fucking awesome.

I work my finger in and out of her until she’s so frenzied she’s clawing at my back. I love making her body feel good. It’s almost better than when I get to come while deep inside her…almost. The only thing better than that would be to fuck her raw and feel her wrapped around my dick like she is around my finger right now. “That greedy little pussy of yours keeps milking my finger.” I kiss her lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” My tongue darts out and I lick her top lip. “Huh?”

“Yes,” she pants.

The way she’s panting makes my cock rock-hard. I like that I’m the only man that’s ever given her an orgasm and she knows I’m about to give her another one. Her body is begging for it. Anyone else causing her to react like this would drive me crazy. The need to claim her rages through my body. I want her to be mine. I want to be the only one who ever gets this part of her.

I trail my nose against her jaw and then whisper in her ear, “Ask me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it.”

Her head falls back against the wood as I pull out and rub her clit a few times. “Oh, God.”

I bite her earlobe hard enough for her to feel a little pain. “Say it.”

“Please…”

“Please, what? Say it,” I command. “Say it and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

“Fuck me,” she says in a breathy voice. “I want you to fuck me, Trip.”

I growl into her ear. “Good girl.”

I slide my boxers down and kick them to the side, not wanting anything else between us. My cock springs free and rubs against her bare stomach as I pull her in for a kiss. Holly grabs the back of my neck and holds me against her as I deepen the kiss. She wants this just as much as I do.

I hoist her up against the wall and she wraps her legs around my waist. He wet pussy rubs against my bare shaft and I groan.

“Fuck. I want to feel you,” I say against her mouth.

She bites her lower lip. “Have you ever…”

“Only a few times with my ex, but I’ve been tested since then and I swear I’m clean,” I promise as I kiss her neck. “Have you?”

She nods. “Only once, before I left for school, but I’ve been checked too. It was a requirement to get birth control.”

“So you’re on the pill now?”

“Yes. I started taking them right before I came home from college.”

I readjust my hips and she moans as the head of my cock slides against her clit. “I want you just like this.”

She stares into my eyes. “Then take me.”

With one swift move I push inside of her. The warmth of her surrounds me and I push in all the way to the base. I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers. “Jesus. You feel so fucking good.”

I pull back and fill her again. This time we both whimper with pure delight, which only propels me to move more. The best place on earth is right here. I’ll never grow tired of this.

I work her pussy into a frenzy as I fuck her hard and fast against the wall. When my balls tighten, I know I won’t be able to go on much longer. It feels too damn good.

Holly digs her nails into my back. She cries out my name against my lips as she comes undone in my arms while staring deep into my eyes. Witnessing her ecstasy and knowing that I made her come pushes me towards my own release.

“Fuck, Holly. I’m going to come.” Before I have time to ask if I can come inside her or not, it’s too late. I explode, filling her full. It was probably wrong of me to do that, but I couldn’t help myself and my body wouldn’t listen to my brain to hold off. In its own twisted way, I think my body took control and marked its territory. I kiss her face all over. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay, Trip,” she says, effectively cutting me off with a kiss. “I wanted you to.”

I tilt my head and stare into her blue eyes. “You did?”

She nods and plays with the hair on the nape of my neck. “I didn’t want you to stop. It felt so good.”

I sigh. “I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I promise to try and be more careful next time.”

She grins while she’s still tightly wrapped around me. “Who says there will be a next time?”

I bite her bottom lip. “Because I know how much you like it. I even got you to beg.”

She smacks my shoulder, playfully. “Jerk.”

I shrug. “You know you like me that way.”

She giggles as pull out of her and set her on her feet. “Yeah…maybe I do.”

She bends over to pick up her discarded towel and I smack her naked ass. “Hurry up and get dressed. We have lots of work to do if we’re going to have a motocross competition with a special guest performance by Black Falcon here soon.”

Holly rubs her ass and stands straight up. Her wide eyes show just how excited she is about my band playing here. “Oh, my God! You got them to say yes?”

My mouth pulls into a lopsided grin. “Of course I did.”

She squeals and throws her arms around my neck. “This is fantastic. Thank you.”

I stare down at her face and seeing her so happy makes my chest feel warm. I never thought doing something for someone else would make me so happy. It’s here in this moment that I know Holly appreciates me as a person. Unlike most of the women I sleep with, she doesn’t know me as the famous rock star that has lots of money and could be her meal ticket. This girl seems to like me for me, not what I can give to her. What is a simple gesture to me—asking my friends for a favor—seems to mean the world to her. It’s then I decide once I make her see I’m a good man, despite my crazy past and celebrity status, I’m going to spoil her with a whole lot more. “You’re most welcome.”