Rock Me Two Times (13 page)

“That is…fucking…intense,” he groaned out.

She was going to need another shower, because the effort was making her sweat. She tightened and released; he lifted and thrust; she twisted her legs around him tighter and fought to stay seated on his cock. Her clit was throbbing madly, so close to release, but his cock was iron hard now, ready to burst. She struggled to hold back the orgasm, just long enough for her to grip him one final time.

His jaw was tight, his head tilted back, and his lips curled away from his teeth. His fingers were digging into her buns as she felt him giving in. He was thrusting into her, little pistoning motions of his cock that rubbed the hard length against her clit. His come started to burn against her insides as she was ripped away from everything and tossed into a wave of pleasure. It rolled her and sucked her down. She clung to him, the only solid thing in her world as the orgasm tore through her and left her gasping.

* * *

Ramsey was in the suite when they stepped out of the bathroom.

Kate shrieked, recoiling and falling back into Syon.

“What the fuck?”

He lifted her off her feet and went right through the bathroom doorway without a second’s hesitation, setting her on her feet in the hallway.

“Ramsey is
here
,” she groused at him, trying to wiggle free and get back into the bathroom.

“He’s like a cat, always shows up when the food does. That’s why I ordered so much,” Syon explained like it was no big deal his band buddy was sitting there while she was naked. He wouldn’t get out of the way, but kept moving down the hallway, pushing her closer to Ramsey with every step.

Accepting defeat, Kate pushed away from Syon and hightailed it around the corner and back into the bedroom.

“I’ll purr if you pet me,” Ramsey called after her.

She slammed the door in reply. Her face was flaming, but the food smelled so good. Her belly grumbled loudly, and she cursed before dressing and opening the door.

He’d already seen everything she had. But her cheeks remained on fire as she approached the table. Ramsey made a low sound under his breath. One that sounded like a purr. She shot him a deadly look.

“There is way too much blood in my caffeine system at the moment,” she warned him. “I might just pack you off to the vet to be spayed.”

He smirked at her. “Naw. You like cock too much for that.”

Syon reached over and thumped him on the head. “Not yours.”

Ramsey gave him a “get real” look. “She hasn’t had a sample yet, so how do you know?”

“Well, second place is first loser,” Syon informed him smugly.

“I’m in an alternate dimension,” Kate said.

They both flashed her grins, unconcerned with her sanity dilemma. She decided to look at what was offered for breakfast.

At one in the afternoon.

Room service had outdone themselves. Or at least the waiter had made sure his tip was going to be big by bringing up a huge amount of food. The table was covered in dishes. Ramsey and Syon had flipped off the stainless steel covers on some of them and were sitting back, chowing down. There were carafes of juice and insulated pitchers of hot beverages.

Ramsey offered her a lazy grin and picked up one of the pitchers. “Coffee?”

Kate grabbed a mug and used a second pitcher to fill it. She took a long sip before shooting Ramsey a hard look. “Let’s discuss some ground rules.”

He sat the pitcher down and picked up his fork. “Think I might have pissed off your girly.”

Syon pushed a chair out for her with his foot. “Eat, Kate. Ramsey is…how did you put it last night? Jerking your chain.”

“Very funny.” But she choked on a giggle. “It is funny. In a payback-is-a-bitch sort of way.” She pulled a cover off a plate and investigated the contents.

Ramsey snorted and smirked at her when she cut him a glare. Syon had his mouth full of scrambled eggs, but his eyes were glittering with amusement. They were like a pair of eight-year-olds, friends to the end. It made them both adorable in a crazy way that tugged on her heartstrings. Syon had his guard down—completely down—and she realized it was a privilege to get to see him this way. She suddenly understood Ramsey’s attitude during his fitting a lot better. They really were tight, and that was something she knew the value of. Friendships like that didn’t come along every day.

So she wasn’t going to be the party pooper.

Or the bitch who needed to bolster her own confidence by trying to change the man she was hooked up with.

“Is this the part where I deal with privacy becoming a casualty?” she asked as she twisted the top off a small jar of strawberry preserves and started spreading it on a slice of toast.

“At least I left the shade down.”

She’d bitten into the toast before Ramsey commented. With her mouth full, all she could do was shoot him a questioning look. He hopped out of his chair with a smirk and pushed a button on the wall. There was a low, motorized sound as what looked like the wall between the bathroom and outer room rose up. What she’d thought was a wall was in fact a window, covered by a colored shade.

That rose all the way up to offer a full view into the bathroom and shower.

“Oh shit.” She almost choked on the toast. “Who in the hell thinks to put a transparent wall into a bathroom?”

Who would want a view of the toilet?

“Guys with too much money who have had so much sex they need to get creative to get off.” Ramsey was rummaging through the other offerings on the table. “Slave play. Fetish stuff. Toilet humiliation.”

“I’m eating,” she said, cutting him off.

“You’re cute when you’re pissed,” Syon said.

“Taz says to clean the cuffs before you give ’em back.”

“They didn’t get dirty,” Kate said as she pointed her knife at Ramsey. “Ground rules. You don’t get to see me naked.”

Ramsey pouted. Syon reached over and shoved him half out of his chair. “You heard her.”

“Alright.” Ramsey righted himself. “Touchy. I thought you two would be a little more mellow now that you’ve—”

“None of your beeswax,” Kate interrupted him.

Ramsey bit into a piece of bacon in reply. Syon was watching her, a guarded look creeping back into his eyes. He shifted his attention between her and Ramsey, taking in the scene. She lifted her mug and extended it toward Ramsey.

“And I like my coffee with cream.”

* * *

“Do you normally sweat during fittings?” Syon drawled softly. “Seems a bit…unprofessional. Like you’re nervous.”

Kate pulled a pin from the cushion she had strapped to her wrist and waved it over the fabric she had draped along his groin. “Sure you want to rattle me?”

He chuckled ominously. “Yes.” The tip of his tongue appeared on his lower lip, sending her heart into a gallop. “You’re fun when you’re pushed past your limits. And I’m betting you like my cock…uninjured.”

She sent him a withering look. “I need this draping.”

He made a low, throaty sound of male satisfaction. “I love feeding your needs. But remember, I need there to be room for a major hard-on.”

She drew in a fresh breath and concentrated. It was getting close, but she needed it perfect. Reaching out, she worked the fabric with her fingers along his hip line. Then from his inner thigh up…up…and over the bulge of his erection.

She looked up at him but settled her hand over his cock. “It was harder when you came off stage in Los Angeles.”

Syon had his arms crossed over his chest. “Guess you’d better find a way to make it work. I hired the best and expect it.”

“You ambushed me,” she corrected. “It would serve you right if these pants crawled up your ass.”

He snorted.

“Umm-hmm.” She stepped back and considered the draping. “Well, I guess if I have to make it work…”

She popped the first latch closure on her corset top. The weight of her breasts separated the front, drawing his attention instantly.

“I love how you troubleshoot,” Syon drawled.

She opened the second one, giving him a view of the sides of her breasts.

“It’s really having an effect,” Syon continued. “A very desirable one. But I should warn you…my resolve to keep you is…hardening.”

She heard the truth of it in his voice. A deepening in the timbre. It stroked her senses, making her nipples tighten into hard little points.

She opened the last one, and her corset split open. This one had straps, so the garment stayed on her body, only open to give him a full view of her chest. She didn’t have a chemise on, so her breasts were in full view.

“Stay right there, or you’ll ruin my work,” she ordered him.

He snorted but settled back into his stance. She stroked the sides of her breasts, slowly trailing her finger down one until she got to her nipple. His eyes narrowed.

“Let me see if we’ve found the solution.”

She reached out and stroked the bulge of his cock. It was iron hard now, and she had to adjust the fabric.

“That’s it.”

She straightened up again to take one last look. “Got it.”

“You’re going to get it as soon as you take this fabric off me,” he warned her wickedly.

She stood still, fingering one of her puckered nipples, enjoying the moment of having control in her hands.

The door to the suite pushed in.

“In here, we have a full leather studio for outfitting the performers.”

Cid walked in, a guy with a huge camera right behind him. Kate gasped, whirling around, but not before the cameraman hooted.

“Right on!” he commented as Cid led him forward. “Perfect shot of those tits!”

Kate succeeded in getting her top closed and turned around to see Cid flashing a smug smile at Syon.

“This is the team from
Roadkill
. Local fan-based blogosphere,” the road manager said as he introduced them to Syon. Kate was as insignificant as a used coffee cup.

An ultrathin girl was with the cameraman, impeccably dressed in a hot dress with a plunging neckline and short enough that it showed off her tiny butt. She smiled at Syon, batting her eyes and boldly licking her lower lip before she pushed a microphone up to his mouth and started asking questions.

Syon didn’t miss a beat. His voice was liquid sex. The girl’s eyes took on a sultry mode as she flashed him an inviting look. Kate unpinned her draping, trying not to look at the camera.

When they were finished, Cid guided them off to find the rest of the band.

“I got to get ready for the show.” Syon sounded disappointed. “Didn’t expect the interview.” His eyes narrowed. “We’ll have to wait.”

“Does Cid know how to knock?”

Syon shrugged. “I’ll talk to him about it. Don’t worry. Those shots won’t get out. I’ve got to get over to the arena for sound checks and warm-ups.”

Kate looked up from her worktable. She felt the real world jerking them apart. Like they’d been hiding, and now their cover was being ripped away. It was a little strange to discover something as normal as work obligations getting between them. But that added only another layer to their interaction, that touch of normalcy that made it seem much more real.

She was definitely scaring herself now.

She pointed at the draping she had laid out on the table. “Got work to get to myself.”

His expression was guarded. He gave her a single nod and turned around.

It was stupid to get emotional. He was a rock star.

So…she should get busy making him look like one.

At least working with leather restored her balance. It had always been her comfort zone, since she’d first discovered what she could do with a sewing machine. She stroked and worked with the pattern. Time melted away while she was focused on getting it perfect. It wasn’t going to be some universal size. It was going to fit Syon perfectly, with just the right amount of give.

In the right places, of course.

She spent a lot of time going through her stock of hides, searching for the right color and then for one that had a great finish. She settled for a magenta-colored one, deciding it would go stunningly well with Syon’s eyes. Adjusting it on the tabletop, she circled it several times, making sure the pattern was in the best spot before going in with her shears.

She loved the scent, the sensation of cutting through it. But most of all, she loved being mentally mesmerized by the project. Time wasn’t a factor. Perfection was. Syon provided an amazing image for her to try and fit, the over-the-top persona of the man merging with her insatiable love of working with hides.

She turned up the music and let herself be absorbed by her project. Syon thought she was the best. She intended to show him exactly how right he’d been.

* * *

“I thought you’d be flying high after getting into Kate’s pants.” Ramsey grunted as they came off stage.

“My game wasn’t off,” Syon defended himself. They were both covered in sweat, their hair tangled after the wild performance they’d just given.

They went down the backstage steps as the crowd roared behind them. The noise bounced off the ceiling designed for sound retention and rained down on them. The overhead lights still flashed, making sure the fans left on a high.

“You were pushing hard.” Ramsey reached the performers’ backstage room and ripped a towel off a rack to mop his face.

Syon jerked his hand toward the screaming behind them. “No one sounds upset.”

“I know the difference.” Ramsey grabbed a bottle of water and drank down a third of it. “Just sounded like you and Kate worked it out.”

“We did.” Syon reached for some makeup-remover wipes. Tonight the crap was driving him batty. He needed it off. Fast.

That wasn’t the real problem, but he took out his aggression on his face, working at it until every last trace of eyeliner was gone.

“I need some air,” he said when he was finished.

Ramsey was still nursing the water bottle. He studied Syon for a moment, his eyes narrowing when he came to a conclusion. “She wasn’t here.”

Ramsey hit the nail on the head.

“So what?” Syon shrugged.

Ramsey knew him too well. Syon lifted his hand to wave it off and started out the door. Cid was coming through it, blocking his path.