Page 127 of Dirty Rock

“No,” was all I breathed out before I grabbed her arms, spun her over, and pinned her body down.

Her dark hair fanned out to a short little halo above her, and her lips parted.

“Baby, you’re not listening to me. This thing we have is one of those cheesy arsed, corny love songs old men like Bobby used to sing. Life, however long that may be, is going to be lived with you. By your side. On the road. In the air. At sea. On the front of every fucking newspaper that exists. We’ll own every headline. We’ll smirk at every scandal. We’ll face the dead fathers we never knew and the shitty mothers who dared to leave us by the roadside, and we’ll face themtogether. And I swear, if you don’t hear the truth in those words, I’m just going to have to fuck the pessimism right out of you until you do.” I squeezed her arms in my grip, desperate,pleadingwith her to hear me. “Because the only way you’re getting out of this is if you’re the one to run. And even then, I’m that fucking arrogant, I’d chase you to the darkest horizon until your breaths ran out, and you had no choice but to collapse in my arms. Do you hear me? You can love a frontman for a long time. You’re gonna, and it will always be me.”

Three seconds was all it took for her to reach up and pull my mouth down to hers.

Julia kissed me like she’d never kissed me before, her tongue desperate to conquer mine, her lips hungry from everything I had to offer. Her hands clawed at me, bringing me closer and down onto her bare chest. Her breaths were ragged, and I gave all I had to give to her, enjoying her sweet taste in my mouth and her flawlessly smooth skin beneath my hands.

“Tell me you hear me,” I growled.

“I hear you,” she answered, her voice filled with emotion.

I knew enough about deflection to understand what she was doing, but I gave it to her anyway. I gave her my mind, my body, and my shitty heart right there on that bed. When I slipped inside her, I was suffocated with an overwhelming feeling of everything being fuckingright. This wasn’t screwing. This was aggressive lovemaking, and every time Julia let me in, another piece of who I really was as a man began to unfold.

All the other women drifted away like space dust into the back of my mind. The pitch-black part. The part we didn’t have a name for. The part we never wanted or needed to travel to. The part you locked up and forgot about.

As I gripped her throat with one hand and pushed my other into the thick, heavenly parts of her hair, I ground into her slowly, not looking away from her eyes as I took my time making hard, heavy love to her.

We didn’t need to say a damn thing.

Our actions were doing the talking for us because this… this right here… was rock ‘n’ roll love.

Chapter Forty-Three

“Ihave to get that,” Julia groaned the next morning as her phone rang on an endless loop, waking us from our sleep.

I turned to look at her through a barely open eye. Her neck was marred with little pink marks from making love last night. Julia’s perfect, pouty mouth was parted as she scrolled through her phone. She must have felt my ogling because eventually she turned to me with flushed cheeks and freshly fucked hair.

“I could eat you the hell up right now.” I moved as quickly as my tired body would allow, slipping under the bedsheets until I was on top of her, nudging my way up her body as she held her phone above her head with both hands. She giggled as she tried to focus, leaving me to trail morning kisses over her tight stomach and the curves of her waist before I reached high enough to brush my mouth on the underside of her tits.

“You’re incredibly distracting,” she whispered. “I’m trying to work here.”

“Me, too. Shh.” I grinned against her skin as her phone rang again, making my tongue pause over her nipple. “Let it ring out.”

“This is my job.”

“When in my bed, you’re not my publicist. In here, you’re my girlfriend.”

The phone rang out, and I smiled around her tit in victory. I was about to go to town on her body when the phone started ringing again.

“Goddamn,” I growled, snapping my head up.

“It’s Dicky.” Her face paled. Before I could stop her, she’d pushed me off and shuffled to the edge of the bed, dragging the sheet up against her chest as she answered the call.

“Hey,” she greeted him.

I could hear Dicky’s voice down the phone—he’d never been the quiet kind of manager—but his words were muffled.

“Yeah, he’s here, why?” Julia swallowed, and her back stiffened. “Erm. Okay. Sure.”

I sat up and raised a brow as she turned around and dropped the phone on the bed in between us, hitting the speaker button before looking up at me.

“You’re on speaker, Dicky. Fire away.”

Dicky’s sigh sounded like a thunderstorm. “Rhett?”

“Yo,” I croaked, still sounding sleepy.

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