Page 37 of Rock Strong

“Says who?” He pushed my shoulders back gently to look at me. “Why would you say that? You fit just fine.”

“Liam, just look at us. You, the highly wanted, high-profile lead singer of a famous rock band, and me…the backup cellist. Your friends are going to make fun of me. Your friend Helen makes fun of me.”

He shot me a wary eyebrow. “Why do you say that?”

“A girl just knows.” I sighed, laying my head back down. “What I’m saying is…what if we see more of each other? If that ever happens, it’s going to come at a cost. The first one being that your friends will give you shit for it.”

“Listen to you, cursing and all. I love it.” He chuckled, his chest reverberating against my eardrum. His arms held me tighter. We remained in this tight embrace for a while. I loved the silence that came with us wherever we went, the way we carved out time for each other amid the craziness. But I still sensed some hesitation and fear buried deep in his voice. “Abby, eventually we might have to nail things down, but for right now, let’s keep this simple, okay?”

I hesitated. Simple. Was he serious? There was nothing simple about us spending time together. Every time we did, I fell for him even more. But saying that would scare him, and I didn’t want to scare him. I wanted to give what we could be together a chance. So I said, “okay.”

I almost asked him about Giselle, about his plans now that we were going to Vancouver. I needed to know where I stood. It was okay if he wanted to see her, but I needed to safeguard my heart if he did. Put up an iron wall and set up lots of cannons. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t be mad—I just wanted up-front honesty. However, the scent of his body and the salty taste of his skin where I started to kiss him—his neck, his collarbone—drove me into a tizzy, reminding me all about last night.

“I don’t care if they give me shit.” He sighed, leaning back farther, arms tightly clamped around me. “And I don’t care if I miss the after-party blow jobs. Since I met you, they don’t even tempt me.”

“What if they start to again?” I asked.

“Then I’ll tell you.”

His words sent a surge of trust through me. I didn’t know if he really meant it or not, but it sounded true. Maybe this life did come with an expiration date. Maybe he was getting tired of it all. But that was no reason why a different kind of fun couldn’t begin. I raised my chin to kiss him, and he accepted it with an even deeper kiss of his own, his mouth and skin tasting so delicious, it sent a wave of warmth into my panties.

“Who said you wouldn’t be getting a blow job?” I asked, my fingers on his zipper.

Chapter 12

Liam

I’d be lying if I said I’d never had a good blow job before. Of course I had. Women had been coming backstage to our shows for five years now. There were bound to be loads (pun intended) of excellent ones. And yeah, a few stood out in my memory as mind-blowing (heh, heh).

But none of them had come from a woman like Abby.

From the moment she pulled down my zipper, I knew I was going to experience something sweeter, softer, cleaner, more elegant. Abby did not ravage me with sheer force, slurping and sucking like a porn star. She didn’t pose in self-aware ways, putting her butt up in the air, pressing her boobs together, or looking up at me from under heavily painted eyes. It wasn’t a show for my benefit, and she wasn’t on exhibit. It was simply a gift—a gift so I’d feel good, relax after the fight with Tuck, and that meant more to me than anything.

Her dark lips took me in, all the way at first, then back again, concentrating on just the head, sucking and twisting me in her mouth so slowly I thought I would explode within the first few strokes. She kept her eyes down, as if I weren’t invited to this party, as if this were a date between just her and my cock, as she examined it from all angles and tasted it from all different sides. I threw my head back and closed my eyes.

Holding me in one hand, she ran her hot tongue, flat and even, along the shaft to the head of my cock, feeling the curve of the bulge. Then she slowed and concentrated right on the underside, rubbing her tongue over and over on the crown while occasionally wrapping her mouth around the whole head to suck gently. Holy God in heaven. Most women got so wrapped up in jerking my cock, so hard it sometimes hurt, and they forgot this sweet spot entirely. Yet here was Abby, and though I had no idea how many times she’d done this before, she was enjoying this as though it were a gift for herself.

I looked up and groaned, pushing a hand into her hair, holding her in place. “Right there, Abby…so good…”

It was then that she looked up, and I nearly lost it. Her eyes watched my face, gauged my pleasure, as she tried several different moves with her tongue, all the way testing to see how I’d react with each one. “Is that okay?” she asked.

So fucking cute. “More than okay. Perfect, so perfect…” I said.

She smiled slightly and bowed her head, her sexy eyes turning downward again. “Good, ’cause I like it, too.” She shifted her body weight toward my searching hand. My fingers found her upper thighs and ass, which I massaged through her pants, but it wasn’t enough, and I sat up to undo them, while she continued sucking on me. “Don’t you want this?” she mumbled.

“I do want this, but I want you to feel good, too. I have to make you feel good.”

She shifted to her knees on the floor between my legs, giving me an even better view of her sucking me off, and I took the opportunity to slide my hand down into her panties, all the way until I found that sweet spot, so hot and wet and wanting me. My God, she really was enjoying it, too. I couldn’t help it and plunged my fingers into her, using my thumb to rub her clit at the same time.

She moaned, her eyes flying open to look at me again through a lustful gaze, as her body pushed against my hand. She sucked deeper on my cock, got sloppy, and it was beautiful, because it was coming from her desire for more, not from a need to impress me. The more I rubbed her, the less calculated her movements became, and she just sucked with wild abandon in rhythm with my fingers. As one hand stroked my cock in tandem with her mouth, the other pressed down on my hand, guided it, showed me how to please her by pressing down on her clit with two fingers while she moved in circles.

Instinctively, I moved my hips and pushed my cock farther into her mouth, wanting to feel the back of her throat, wanting her to look at me with those fucking sexy eyes right when I did it, but she was so engrossed in what she was doing, it was like she was lost in another world.

“Look at me,” I said.

She did, dark eyes finding mine.

“I think I’m falling for you, Abby.”

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