Damaged But Not Broken (New Adult Rockers) (21 page)

Everyone lets it go, and we climb
into the van.

My dad launches into how great we
all did last night, and how everyone is looking forward to hearing us in Little
Rock. He actually wants us to stop and cut a few tracks after Little Rock, and
one of his buddies is going to whip up a few CDs of our music so we can sell
them after the shows. Then, once we’re back in Nashville, we can make separate
CDs if the demand is high enough.

Which he thinks it will be.

My dad is jabbering away like crazy
and I look over at Blake to see if I’m the only one who notices. He seems to
notice too, but just shrugs and smiles. Something seems off, but I can’t quite
put my finger on it.

I don’t think about it too much
because I’m too high on Cloud Nine from my night with Blake. I chalk up my
dad’s behavior to his excitement over the tour, and my mind drifts back to
Blake. I think about the way Blake made me feel, and how amazing it was to be
connected to him again on such an intimate level.

After my dad stops talking, the
ride is a quiet one and I think most of us are adjusting to being on tour.
Except, Blake and I probably have some other things on our minds besides the
tour. I’m exhausted from not sleeping much, and I rest my head on Blake’s
shoulder.

Before I know it, he’s gently
waking me.

“Paige, we’re here.”

I blink and look out the window.
Sure enough, we’re pulling up outside a restaurant.

“Can’t check in for another hour,”
Liam explains, turning back towards me, “And everyone needs to eat anyway.”

The rest of the afternoon is a
blur, filled with delicious barbeque, laughter and holding hands under the
table with Blake. When we check into the hotel, I’m pleasantly surprised to
learn that there is an in-house masseuse, and I decide to splurge on a massage
in my room once I’ve finished unpacking.

After my massage I’m busy prepping
and primping, dolling myself up to go on stage. But through all the lipstick
applications, and hair fixing, all I can think about is Blake, and having him
back in my bed tonight. I hope I can focus enough to put on a good show, and
when we’re all piled in the van again, on the way to the venue, I literally
feel like my skin is on fire just by sitting next to Blake.

He seems to be feeling the same way
too, from the way his eyes are boring into mine.

Just as we’re getting out of the
van, and before we’re swept away in the pre-show commotion, Blake grabs my hand
and pulls me aside.

“Do you want me to come to you room
again tonight?’’ he asks quietly, not quite hiding the desire in his voice.

“Yes, please,” I whisper, feeling a
thrill of excitement.

I could easily get used to this.

NINETEEN

Blake

Sleeping Over?

I’m thrilled that Paige said I can
come back to her room again tonight. The night before was so amazing, and I
know things are only going to get better. I know Paige was scared, and I was so
impressed by her courage. It rocked me to my core that she allowed me to be the
first person to be with her since that awful night so many years ago.

The band and I, plus Paige, kicked
ass at our Little Rock show, and we all piled into the van to head back to the
hotel. Ben and Ryan were still beat after their night of partying the night
before, and Paige and I were anxious to pick up where we left off.

This time we were staying on
separate floors, and I wink at Paige as she gets off on her floor. I head up to
our floor with the guys, and once we’re inside the room, Ryan snickers.

“Alright, lover boy. We know you’re
not staying here tonight. Go on and get your things.”

“Screw you,” I laugh. “I’m going to
take a shower. I’ll get my stuff in the morning before we check out.”

“Before you know it, you’re just
going to be parking it in Paige’s room,” Ben observes, giving Ryan a high five.

“Whatever,” I mutter, but I’m not
actually bothered by their comments. In fact, that’s a great idea on Ben’s
part. It’s a little soon for that, but I would love nothing more than to room
with Paige while on tour. But for now, I think it’s good that we still have our
own spaces. It’s only been one day, and I know Paige is dealing with a lot.

I change out of my sweaty clothes
and rinse off. I put on an old pair of jeans and t-shirt, hoping that these
clothes won’t stay on for long. Ben and Ryan have the TV on and have set up a
make shift bar in the room with mini Jack Daniels and some cans of Coke.

“Have fun!” Ben calls.

Ryan shakes his head. “I’m jealous,
bro.”

Just before I head out the door, I
grab my guitar on a whim. It might be fun to play some music with Paige.

That is, if we get around to it
tonight. I’m hoping to spend most of the night tangled up in her sheets.

I jump back on the elevator and
head down to her room. I barely get a chance to knock before she throws the
door open and gives me a big hug.

“I missed you!” She hollers.

“I just saw you twenty minutes
ago,” I remind her.

“Too long!”

I notice she’s showered too, and
her hair is wet down her back. She’s dressed in a dark pink silk nightie, which
isn’t too revealing, but just revealing enough to drive me wild.

“You brought your guitar,” she says
with surprise as I walk in.

“Yeah, I thought of it at the last
second. I thought, maybe, we could play some music together,” I feel like an
idiot, “only if you wanted to, of course.”

Her face lights up. “That sounds
like a great idea! I would love to.” She frowns for a second. “But, actually,
I’m really hungry. Do you mind if we order some food first?”

My stomach growls at the mention of
food and I realize that I haven’t eaten since lunch.

“Yeah, that’s a great idea. I’m
starving myself.”

We call out for a pizza and some
salad, and talk about the tour as we wait for the food.

“Did you think my dad was being
weird this morning?” she asks, brushing her damp hair with her fingers. She
looks so damn sexy sitting on her bed, with her long, lean legs stretched out
beneath her. It takes everything in me not to jump her bones right away.

I shrug. Kenny
had
been
acting a little strange, but this was new to all of us, and I know he was
psyched for the tour.

“I think he has a lot going on, and
I think he’s excited about the tour. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

She’s pensive for a moment. “I
know. It just struck me as really bizarre.” She lets it go, and we talk about
going into the studio tomorrow outside of Dallas.

We have to leave pretty early in
the morning so we can get to Dallas and have a few hours in the studio. It will
be a pretty hectic day. We have to play in Houston the day after next, and then
we have a day off which will be nice.

The food arrives, and we dig in,
not talking much while we eat. Once we’re finished eating, Paige grabs her
guitar and comes back to the bed.

“Want to play a bit?” she asks
shyly.

“Would love it.”

I grab my guitar and we both start
strumming some chords together. Paige closes her eyes and hums along, and I
watch her, completely smitten again for this girl who I loved so many years
ago.

“I got it!” she exclaims, opening
her eyes and smiling. “Let’s play ‘Need You Now’ by Lady Antebellum. Do you
know it?”

“Yes. That’s a great song,” I
murmur, starting the opening chords. Paige picks up with my playing and she
starts the haunting opening verse. I chime in and soon we’re singing together
on the chorus. It’s hard to explain, but something is happening between us. I
can hear the way our voices blend, and I know we’re on to something special.

Paige seems to feel it too, and
we’re singing and playing together, lost in each other. We finish the song, and
Paige puts her guitar down gently, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Wow,” she whispers.

“Wow,” I agree.

It was as if we were made to play
music together. Maybe it was the song, or maybe it was our attraction, but
suddenly everything is heightened. I place my guitar down, and then all the
sudden we’re a tangle of limbs, my mouth desperately seeking Paige’s lips.

She moans softly when I kiss her,
entwining her hands around my neck. I can feel the urgency in her body, her
need for me, and I stiffen in my pants thinking about being inside her again.

I can tell Paige is more
comfortable tonight, and she wraps her legs around my waist as we fall down
onto the bed together. I quickly unbutton my pants, and Paige’s hands are at my
waist, helping to tug them down.

“Jesus, Paige,” I choke, hardening
even more.

She groans as I grind against her,
pushing my cock along the silky fabric of her nightie. I greedily pull down the
flimsy straps of her nightie and wrap my mouth around one of her tits, as my
hand squeezes the other one hard.

She groans loudly, arching her back
to push her tits further into my mouth and hand. I respond, squeezing and
sucking harder, feeling her nipple harden against my tongue. I gently bite it
between my two teeth and Paige cries out with pleasure.

I move my mouth to her other
breast, and suck and bite her nipple, eliciting the same cries of ecstasy. I’m
not sure how much longer I can hold out, and I run my hand under her nightie
and stroke her wet pussy. The fact that she’s already wet nearly makes me come
on the spot.

“Paige,” I groan, “I can’t last,” I
admit.

“Wait,” she protests, pushing
herself up.

I stare at her in confusion and she
starts to pull my shirt over my head. I go to push her back down on the bed,
but she puts her palm flat against my chest to stop me.

“Lay back,” she whispers.

“Paige, you don’t have to.”

“I
want
to,” she insists.

“Fuck,” I breathe, as I lie back
down and watch Paige coyly push her nightie down over her hips, revealing her
full naked body. God those tit's are gorgeous. She settles between my legs and
takes me in her hands.

I groan loudly, and watch her every
move with intent. I’m going to come like a fucking schoolboy, and Paige hasn’t
even put her mouth on me yet.

She strokes me slowly at first, and
then quickens her speed, tightening her grip around my shaft.

I twitch in her hand, and she
notices, bending down to wrap her mouth around him.

“Fuck!” I hiss between clenched
teeth, as her warm mouth encases me, her tongue licking me from root to tip.
She continues to lick and suck me, pleasuring me with her mouth, tongue and
hands until I’m out of my mind, completely at her mercy.

“Paige,” I gasp, “I’m going to
come.”

"Mmhmm,” she hums, sucking me
hard and fast, and pushing me back deep in her throat. I explode, making a deep
guttural sound, as I spurt into her mouth, stroking her hair as she swallows
all I offer her. It’s more than I had ever hoped for tonight, and I had no idea
that Paige would be willing to do this.

She moans with pleasure as she
swallows, which makes me come harder, and she sucks me until I’m completely
dry. I fall back onto the bed, beads of sweat along my forehead.

“You’re incredible,” I pant, as she
rises from my legs, demurely wiping at her mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to do that,” she
admits, curling up on my chest, and wiping at my sweat.

I kiss her on the mouth, loving her
even more.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I
whisper.

“I know, but I told you, I wanted
to.”

I’m the luckiest bastard alive.

We lie on the bed, not saying
anything as I absentmindedly stroke Paige’s flat stomach. I can’t help but
admire her gorgeous body, and before long I’m getting hard again. I’ve never
been able to get another erection so quickly again, and I know it’s because of
Paige.

“Are you up for more?” I ask,
cupping her breasts with my hand and stroking her nipples. She closes her eyes
and makes a small noise in the back of her throat.

“Yes, please.” She begs.

And that’s all I need to hear
before I’m searching for a condom, and deftly rolling it down my shaft.

I roll on top of her, and she
pushes her legs open for me.

“You ready?” I ask.

“Yes, fuck me.” She pants.

I love how needy she sounds. I
can’t help myself, and this time I thrust into Paige in one long stroke and she
cries out, digging her nails into my shoulder.

I tease her with short, shallow
thrusts, and then long, deep ones, excited each time she moans and cries out
with pleasure. I know how hard this has been for her, and the fact that she's
with me and actually enjoying our time together, only turns me on more.

I’m able to last longer this time,
and I pull Paige up to a sitting position with me, allowing her to ride me as I
push her on and off me. She tosses her head back, her hair falling down her
back.

“Can I ride you?” she asks
nervously.

“Yes!”

She pushes me down on the bed, and
positions herself on top of me, slowly lowering herself. We both groan at the
same time and I watch with heavy lids as Paige’s beautiful body takes advantage
of mine.

I rub her clit as she moves up and
down along the length of me, and I see her eyes close tight and her mouth open
to a beautiful o-shape as she enjoys every inch of my cock pushing into her wet
silky pussy. I grab her large full breast with my free hand and get lost in
watching her naked body ride me.

“Blake,” she calls out, her hands
pressed flat against my chest.

“Go ahead, baby,” I croon softly,
knowing she’s ready to come. She cries out softly, and then explodes around me,
milking my cock with her quivering sex. Watching her come undone is more than I
can take, and I come with her, squeezing her ass hard, and bucking my hips as I
explode deep inside her.