Page 2 of Rocked By the Alpha
She snorts. “You’re the one with the asshole obsession.”
“Because your ass is something I dream about.”
“Sure it is. Is that a line you use on all the girls?” she deepens her voice, “I dream about you sweetheart, you’re so divine.”
He feels the tips of his ears burn. Had he said something like that to her last night? When she’d been grinding away in his lap, driving him wild in the back of the cab? Ruby was a cock tease when she wanted to be. She may be playing it cool now, but she was the one making all the moves last night.
“Only some.” He tugs up the sheet and flips onto his side, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. The screen blinks on when he presses his thumb to the device and a long list of missed calls and messages flash up.
“Seems my absence has been noted.”
“What are you going to tell them?” she asks, slipping her feet into her leather sandals. They have dried flakes of mud stuck to the soles and he wonders if anyone ever told her to wear boots to a British festival. This isn’t LA. But this is the first festival her band has played at. They’ve only just hit the big time, whereas he’s been doing it so long nothing feels new anymore.
“I met some girl. I got laid.” He tosses the phone back onto the bed.
“Some girl?” She raises an eyebrow.
“You want me to tell them the truth?”
She frowns. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
“What the hell does that mean?” He runs his tongue across his teeth, knowing what’s coming next. She rests her hand on her hip and jabs a finger towards him as if she’s firing a gun. Straight at his heart.
“That song.”
He grins. They’ve had this argument countless times. It’s one of his favourites. “You liked it?”
“Everyone thinks it’s about me. I had Natasha all up in my face, interrogating me. Luckily, it didn’t take a lot to persuade her you were just fucking with me.”
“Exactly.” His grin widens. “I’ll fuck with you some more if you come back to bed.”
She hesitates and her eyes fall to his groin, the outline of his hard cock visible beneath the sheet. Her chest expands and he knows she’s torn. She likes to protest, but he knows there’s something electric between them in bed that she can’t deny.
He seizes his opportunity, leaping off the bed and making a grab for her. Hooking an arm around her waist, he flings her backwards onto the mattress. She giggles, legs flailing, and he cages his arms around her face.
“I’m kidnapping you.”
“And what’s the ransom?” she asks, reaching up to stroke his cheek.
“What can you offer me?”
She lifts her head and kisses him. Her mouth tastes sweet and warm and her tongue slides slowly against his. He can’t help a little groan as he closes his eyes, savouring her soft touch. But it doesn’t last nearly long enough. Just as he relaxes, she pushes against him hard, rolling him over and slipping away.
“Just don’t do any shit like that song again.”
“You didn’t like the song?” he asks again. He wanted her to like it.
Her cheeks flush and she swallows. “I … no one has ever written me a song before.” Her gaze lifts to him before falling away. “But I didn’t like the way it landed me in shit.”
“I don’t understand the big fucking deal. Who cares who you sleep with?”
“Natasha! Natasha cares who I sleep with and it’s her band.”
“She’s a control freak,” he mumbles.
“She’s not. She just hates your guts.” She stares at him. “For good reason.”
He ignores that. The woman’s vendetta against him and his band mates is becoming something of a pop legend and he’s never believed it’s actually genuine. Ruby, however, does.
