Page 58 of Rock Out Together
My heart skipped a few beats, and a lump formed in my throat. “Special?” I croaked, unable to keep the hope and desire out of my voice. His words were like a caress, stroking a fire in me, making me hot and wet with just his voice.
“Most definitely.” His smile was warm and sweet. “Now, lady fair, with what song shall you dazzle me?”
He began to strum “Row, Row, Row Your Boat.” I let go of my nervousness and sang the childhood ditty, Jake harmonizing a verse behind me. When we were done, he clapped enthusiastically.
“And next, fine sir, I will bring you ‘The Wheels on the Bus.’”
“No, I think it’s my turn,” he said, strumming slower, more thoughtfully. “Not many people know this, but I write country music songs.”
I was taken aback. “Really? But you perform metal?”
“It's something I started this year in my spare time. On the tour bus or chilling at the hotel by myself. They're gentle ballads. I started the metal shit in high school with my buddies, raging out in my mom's garage.” The title made me smile. It was as if he were writing it in this moment, for us.
“I’d love to hear one,” I said.
He plucked his acoustic guitar, producing a sweet country sound. “I'm going to call this one 'Ocean Melody'.”
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Sex on the Beach
“I don’t think Elizabeth Bennet ever had to worry about getting sand in her lady bits.”
~Emily Lane
Jake
I played the song I'd been working on, all the while under Emily's unwavering gaze. I was inspired to write it as I’d sat alone on the balcony of my hotel room, wondering if I’d always be alone.
I hadn't named it until that moment—giving it to Emily by naming it for the ocean we sat next to. It felt so appropriate, thinking about the ebb and flow of life. This moment with her felt like the tide pulling me in, and I didn’t want to fight it.
“What do you think?” I asked, setting my guitar aside after singing the last verse.
“Wow …” She shook her head, her mouth hanging open. “I've never been serenaded on the beach by a gorgeous rockstar.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, shock on her face. I laughed; something told me she didn't mean to say that out loud. Her flustered honesty was adorable, and it made me want her even more.
Seeing her blush, I cupped her cheek and pulled her in for a kiss. At first, I wanted to reassure her, but then she opened her lips, her tongue traced my lower lip, and I was lost. Her body pressed against me was like a spark igniting my ardor. I got hard as fuck, my dick tenting my board shorts. It wanted attention, and it wanted it from Emily.
She smelled so good, like magnolias and sunshine. Her mouth tasted like the Corona she’d sipped earlier, but there was something more, something distinctlyEmily.She was so fucking beautiful. So different from the groupies who congregated backstage at the concerts, who threw themselves at me, wanting nothing more than a night of fun and an addition to their list of celebrity conquests. Emily was real, unguarded, and her every reaction felt like a gift.
The kiss went on and on, growing passionate as I slipped my hand under her flimsy cover-up and caressed her breast. She cried out when I gently twisted her nipple, the little nub hardening under my ministrations.
“Oh, Jake!”
“Do you like that, Emily?”
She didn’t speak, just whimpered against my lips. I tookthat as a green light and slid my hand down to her luscious ass, squeezing her softness in my palm. Damn, she had one of those juicy asses that had a tight jiggle. I gripped it and gave it a firm shake. The sensation of her flesh quivering beneath my palm was heady, sending a shot of electricity through me. Her curves were perfect, and the way she melted into my touch drove me wild.
With a jerk, I pulled her body onto my lap so she straddled me. I took a second to absorb the pleasure—the feeling of her core against my cock and her breasts in my face. Before I could think about it, I tugged the swim cover over her head and bared her perky tits, taking a hardened nipple in my mouth. Her skin was warm and soft, and the way she arched into me felt like surrender and desire all at once.
Emily gasped when I gently bit the nub, and I smiled against her flesh, happy with her reaction. Her hands roamed my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin as she pressed herself closer. The heat of her body against mine was insane, every touch sending shocks threatening to electrocute me.
I released her nipple and pressed my mouth to hers, groaning into her soft lips. My hands slid up her back, tracing the delicate curvature of her spine before grabbing her soft ass again and pressing her perky globes into my hips, feeling the heat of her pussy against me. Her body felt like it was made for me, her softness fitting against my hard edges perfectly.
“Fuck, Emily. You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I murmured against her lips. I peppered kisses across her soft cheek and down her neck, smelling her soft perfume. It was intoxicating. “I want you.” I put it out there, letting her know where I wanted this to go.
She pulled back and looked at me, her pupils dilated with what I hoped was a desire matching my own. Her lips were red and swollen from our kisses. Her eyes held a vulnerability that made my heart ache.
