Page 25 of Rock Star

She’d changed the subject. What did that mean? Also, she’d invited me to go to her room. Indirectly, but an invitation all the same. I wanted to punch the air, but I didn’t. Instead, I said, “I’d love that.”Listening to Phoenix chatting with Cora and Bob Johnson about the concert made me nostalgic for my own family, and I resolved to phone my mother tomorrow. It had been too long since we’d spoken, and I wanted to find out if she’d made any headway with Dad.

“Mom wants to speak to ya,” Firebird interrupted my thoughts. She passed me her iPad and the thin, pale face of an obviously sick woman, with lank graying hair, came into view.

I reassured Cora that CM would continue to fund the insurance even after Phoenix’s contract ended, and the relief on her face was palpable. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said.

“The guys and I felt it was the least we could do to help out.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m sure they’d like to join me in wishing you a speedy recovery.”

Phoenix took the tablet from me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

I wanted to kiss those tears away, but she still hadn’t agreed to my proposal.

She said ‘bye to her parents, promising to check in with them when we arrived in Barcelona… we were flying there straight after tomorrow’s show.

With a sigh, she placed the iPad on her nightstand, then turned to me and said. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

I shuffled my feet. “Do you want me to leave?”

She shook her head. “I’m still a little dizzy from being sick. If you stayed, I’d be grateful.”

“I need to take a shower too… mind if I join you?” I waggled my eyebrows.

She huffed. “Must you be so direct?”

“Direct is my middle name,” I smirked. “I guess we’d better get naked.” I started unbuckling my belt before she could change her mind, and within seconds I’d stripped down to my briefs.

Phoenix was struggling with the zip at the back of her dress, so I helped her with it and let the garment drop to the floor.

I turned my hand over and ran my knuckles across her cheeks. “Is this what you want, Firebird? Step back now if it isn’t, and I’ll do the same.”

She smiled and let me stroke her soft skin, let me run my hands down her sides.

Groaning, I pulled her against me.

“I really need a shower,” she murmured into my chest.

“Me too.”

I stepped away from her and she stumbled without my arms to hold her up. I took her hand and led her into the bathroom. She quickly cleaned her teeth and removed her makeup. Then I pulled down her knickers, unclipped her bra, and stripped off my own underpants. With one arm around her, I slid the shower door open with the other and reached for the tap.

Hot steam filled the air, billowing around us. I bent to press my mouth to her shoulder, tracing her firebird tattoo with my tongue.

“That tickles,” she giggled.

The sound went straight to my dick.

I crushed my mouth to hers hard and fast.

My hand on the back of her neck, I bit down on her bottom lip.

With a moan, she flicked her tongue and I captured it with mine.

My cock swelled between us.

For an instant, for a minuscule moment, I questioned my motives. Phoenix wasn’t a quick fuck. She was sweet… innocent even. When I’d promised I wouldn’t hurt her, I’d been sincere. But no one knows what the future will bring. Should I call a halt to this before disaster struck? Apart from the success of the band, my life had been one massive clusterfuck until now…

She gave me access to her neck, chasing the doubts from my mind. I kissed and sucked and bit, snaking my hands down to squeeze her peachy ass. “God, you’re beautiful,” I rasped, my throat thick with lust. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she said. “The milk and pastry have settled my stomach and sobered me up.”

I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her into the shower. Hot water rained down on us with a hiss. I lowered her and reached for the sponge, squirting bodywash onto it. I raised her arm and spread the warm soapy foam over her skin. Then I washed her back and her beautiful bird tattoo before bending my knees and spreading the bubbles down her shapely long legs.

She stared at me, seemingly fascinated with watching me wash her. I lifted her thigh, placed her foot on my knee, and washed between her legs. My fingers itched to slip inside her, but I didn’t let them.

Not yet.

I soaped the other leg, then turned her around to wash her stomach. Her hair was still in an updo, so I unpinned it, squirted shampoo into my hand and rubbed it into her scalp.

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