Rocked Up

“Lael,” he moans, his hands sliding to my breasts where he pinches my hardened nipples. “I hate that I didn’t find you earlier.”

Something in my heart swells.

“But you’ve found me now,” I tell him, my voice breaking into a breathless groan.

He’s watching me, watching himself, watching us, where he sinks into me, disappearing. He’s entranced by the sight, the slow push in, the slow pull out.

How can this man be all of this and more?

Each rock of my hips, each thrust of his, pushes him in deeper, makes us connect like magnets, the space between us buzzing with adrenaline and lust and this energy that we share. We’re like power generators, creating electricity, atoms shifting in the air. It affects everything, the way his abs clench as he pushes inside, the tiny beads of sweat that gather in the creases, the dampness of his brow. I reach around and tug his firm ass toward me, wanting more, and he drives in so deep that the air leaves my lungs.

“Oh, Brad,” I groan, feeling the emotions swirl inside me as the energy builds and builds, threatening to overtake me.

My head drops back against the sheets, my eyes closing in shock as I surrender. He’s in me, in so deep, and I don’t ever want him to leave.

This is better than any fucking show that ever will be.

It sets off something deep inside, a jolt of power that hums and buzzes and builds as it that’s slowly increases, spreading, heating up. It’s going to take over, it’s going to pull me under and apart and I’ve never wanted to come so badly in my life.

I’ve never wanted to feel so absolutely undone.

“Deeper,” I whisper hoarsely.

He responds instantly.

With a rough growl he starts thrusting deeper, one hand making a fist in my hair. He leans down, pressing his damp chest against mine, and kisses me, quick and hot, tasting like sweat. My mouth is ravenous against his, the need inside me building and building. Our teeth clash, it’s messy and wild.

And then we find our rhythm, our bodies coming together in synchronicity. He’s pounding and pounding and pounding me, the headboard moving against the wall.

I can’t keep my eyes off of him, his eyes, his body. The muscles in his neck are strained as the sweat rolls off of him, and his eyes are lost in a primal haze. The sounds that come out of his mouth with each thrust are so real, and raw they threaten to undo me.

I’m barely holding on.

The bed slams back against the wall again and again and the sheets are pulled loose, my breasts are jostling. The energy inside me is a livewire and I have seconds to keep in control.

I surrender.

“I’m coming,” I cry out, my voice raw and raspy and drowning with desire, trying to hold his gaze. He holds mine back, his eyes burning in victory.

Then I’m twisting as the orgasm washes over me. My body jolts and shudders and I’m high above this world, made of a million universes. Only warmth and joy remain as I come down, floating, feeling as light as a balloon.

“Fuck,” Brad grunts, his fist in my hair growing tighter. His growling, animalistic noises, the slap of his sweat-soaked skin against mine, the creak of the bed, all fill the room.

Then he lets out a long, raw moan, shoulders shaking as he comes.

The pumping slows. His grip in my hair loosens.

He collapses against me, his hair damp and dark and sticking to his brow. His eyes take me in, his breath heavy and hard.

We don’t say anything for a few moments. There’s nothing to say. We just catch our breath, our chests rising and falling against each other. Slowly, very slowly, everything comes back into focus.

We’re in Brad’s hotel room in New Orleans and I’ve slept with Brad for the second time today.

And even though we’re still at that stage where we could chalk it up to hormones and being two ridiculously good-looking people, I know that isn’t the case. I was prepared to walk, prepared to just let it be this lustful physical thing but it’s more than that.

And I think it is for him too.

“Do you want to spend the night?” he asks me as he pulls out and rolls off me. He gets rid of the condom and climbs back on the bed, pulling back the covers and motioning for me to get under them.

“I shouldn’t,” I tell him. “I don’t want us to get caught. Lord knows my father is probably going to show up on the fire escape at any moment and look in here.”

“That’s extremely creepy,” Brad says. “And I wouldn’t put it past him. Look, just get under the covers for a little bit.”

I give him a wry glance. “I didn’t peg you for such a cuddler, Brad Snyder.”

“Don’t tell anyone. The fansites would have a field day.”

I laugh and join him under the covers as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. I have to fight against sleep. I’ve never felt more peaceful and rested in all my life.

“You know, you were really something tonight,” he says to me.

“So I’ve heard.”

“I mean it. You’re full of surprises.”

“All the better to keep you on your toes.”

He runs his fingers down my cheek and then pushes my hair behind my ears. “So tell me what your father talked to you about. Or do I want to know?”

“It’s nothing you don’t already know. The same old warning. Doesn’t want me getting too attached to my role in the band and he doesn’t want me to be corrupted by you.”

I feel Brad stiffen beneath me. I can tell that it bothers him, what my father thinks. I don’t think there’s any love lost between them but I think it pains Brad that my father still thinks he’s that hopeless kid he first discovered. That’s he’s trash and nothing more. I want Brad to know he’s better than my father will ever know.

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” he says softly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Brad. You know I’m not afraid of him. The only thing I’m afraid of is not being with you.”

“Then we share the same fears.”

As luck has it though, I do fall asleep. When I wake up, the alarm clock is glowing four a.m.

I know we could get in big shit for this, so I get out of bed, careful at first not to wake Brad but he’s nearly lifeless and snoring like a bear.

Then I sneak out of his hotel room, making sure no one sees me leave his room, and head back into mine.

You’d think I would have fallen right back asleep again but the truth is, my thoughts swirl around Brad like a hurricane.

How can something that feels so right be considered to be so wrong?

And when was everything going to stop being so complicated?

If I’m being honest with myself though, I know it’s only going to get more complicated going forward.





Chapter Sixteen





Lael




It’s been one month on the road since Brad and I started sleeping together.

Things officially can’t be any more complicated than they are.

The only bonus to everything is that my father hasn’t showed up yet and I haven’t heard anything from him about Brad and I either. I’ve also never seen anything about us mentioned in the media and on gossip and fan sites, which makes me think that we’re epically good at sneaking around.

That said…things aren’t exactly perfect at the moment.