Rock My Heart (5 page)

Slowly and with great intimacy, he kissed the small of my back, his tongue tracing the elaborate tattoo I had there which comprised of the Scarlet Fever logo and his name underneath it. His mouth and tongue traced my spine before he kissed my shoulder blades and then my neck.

I turned toward him and his lips devoured my mouth, my own tongue equally as demanding and insistent as his own.

As our kiss reluctantly ended, he stared at me with those gorgeous blue-green eyes. “I love you so fucking much—you know that, right?”

“Yes,” I responded in a breathless voice.

Kaz immediately got on his knees and slid his length inside me yet again while leaning over me, the heat from his body permeated my pores like liquid fire. His dick was demanding and had a life of its own as he pounded me with strokes that felt like my whole body was fused with his. I leaned down on my elbows and instead of following me, he straightened his back, grabbed my hips and began to stroke me, his movements in and out of me teased me with delicious relief but not enough to make me come before he did.

I began to meet his rhythm and the heat between us was beyond amazing. His cock worked inside me like a well-oiled piston, pumping in and out of me, while his hand snaked between my legs and caressed my clit.

The sheer male girth and length that made up his beautiful organ continued to hit that soft, spongy tissue of my G-spot and it drove me to the edge. The faster he stroked that spot, the closer I became to tumbling over but then he would slow down the rhythm and I was left frustrated. I knew he was just trying to make it last as long as possible, before it became unbearable and we would have to come together or be damned.

Kaz’s strokes sped up again and this time, I threw my back into it and he pushed me over the edge of a passionate and unknown oblivion of pain and pleasure, lust, want and need. I knew it then; it was inevitable and I came hard, my own womb aching with the after effects of a powerful orgasm as my vaginal muscles squeezed tightly around the length of him and he grunted as he let go, his liquid pleasure spilling inside my womb.

My heart thundered in my chest and I could feel his own heart as it beat fiercely against my back. He withdrew from my body and lay out on his back while I collapsed on my stomach before I turned over and lay side-by-side next to him.

I waited until my breathing returned to normal before I looked over at Kaz. He stared at the ceiling, his arms tucked underneath his head.

“Are we going to talk about this or are you going to continue to shut me out?” I turned toward him as I gently caressed the taut muscles of his stomach.

Kaz clicked his tongue. “I think this is a discussion best saved for when I know more.” He turned onto his side and I was suddenly faced with his perfect back. “I’m going to sleep.”

I didn’t want to cry but the tears leaked from my eyes regardless.

No matter what I did, why did I get the feeling I was losing him and there was no way to stop the inevitable, regardless how tight I held on to the feeling of us.

He was slowly pulling away from me and I wished to God I knew why.

Chapter Four

Skeletons From The Past

KAZ HATED TO admit it but it was nice to get away from Sydney.

He didn’t realize how suffocating their relationship had become until they came back from the Gods of Rock tour. Although she had plenty to keep her occupied, the time they did spend together almost always came down to them disagreeing about one subject or another.

It was time for him to put his foot down and perhaps, he was more like his real father than he ever wanted to admit.

From the time Paul had told him about the two year deal in Vegas playing at Vogue Hotel and Casino, he’d genuinely been interested. He didn’t mind sharing the lime light with Chyna Bleu, especially since she was a huge pop star with megawatt power, a gorgeous body, face and a spine-tingling voice too.

Scarlet Fever would be right at home in Vegas and to be honest, he could use more than just a six month escape from L.A.

It had never been his ideal place to live and now that he was being offered an out, he thought this was best for everyone but mostly the group as a whole. The traffic wasn’t as bad, Vegas had great suburbs and he could start over somewhere new and fresh.

L.A. was just like his hometown and the East Coast; it held too many bad memories he needed to shed like a snake breaking out of unwanted skin.

Kaz was no fool; he began manipulating his band members that next day after they’d laid down a couple tracks for their new album. By the time they were about to depart the studio, Will, Grant and Jaden all agreed it was for the best.

“So, remember, we leave tonight and we can get more details out of Paul.” Kaz stood and grabbed the keys to his Hummer.

“Cool, I’ll meet you at the airport.” Will paused. “Is it okay is Laurel comes with me?”

“Yeah. Paul encouraged us to bring our significant others so it’s all cool in the gang.”

“Is Syd going?” Jaden wondered before he bit off a hang nail.

“No. She wants to stay here. The tour kind of ruined the excitement for traveling as far as she’s concerned…at least for a little while.”

Grant clapped Kaz on the back in a manly way. “That’s okay. I’ll bring Sasha then. I am sure she should be there anyway since if this goes down, this is going to be a major coup for the band—”

“She can still start the rumor mill going while we’re negotiating so she should definitely be there.” Kaz waved to the rest of his band mates. “See you at LAX. Remember, be there by eight because our flight leaves at nine-thirty.”

He smiled for the first time as he left the studio and began to walk towards his SUV. Jaden quickly caught up with him and grabbed him by the shoulder as he was about to open the door to his Hummer.

“What’s up?” Kaz inquired.

He already knew what his half-brother was going to say but no way would he make it easier for him.

“Listen…there is too much drama going on at the moment. I can’t go but you know my answer is yes, if just to get away from that cunt for a while. She’s driving me crazy and I can’t take it anymore.” Jaden ran his hands through his hair. It had grown out in the back and he was desperate for a haircut but it seemed like the least of his problems as Kaz glared at his brother’s amber eyes.

Sometimes it was still strange for him to think they had the same father and the blood that ran through his body shared DNA with this coward son of a bitch who strung one amazing woman along because he was too chicken shit to be a man and end things properly with his ex-girlfriend.

“What do you want me to say, Kaelan?” Kaz used his Christian name instead of his stage name because he was fed up with his brother’s bullshit.

“Don’t call me that. You know how much I hate that motherfuckin’ name.”

“I’m
calling
you Kaelan because you’re acting like
him
.” Kaz’s blue-green eyes shined colder than an Eskimo’s dick. “You’re a fucking coward for what you’re doing to Talia and why she is holding on so tightly to you is beyond me. If she was smart, she would move on and realize she is going to have to raise that baby on her own—”

“Don’t fucking say that, Kasper!” Jaden’s amber eyes turned dark and stormy. “I am trying to keep the motherfuckin’ peace here! That bitch would slit Tal’s throat and not think twice about it. Faith isn’t stable and it’s not just that easy for me to get up and walk away. Do you think I could handle her death and the death of my child? I would fuckin’ strangle the cunt myself and then where would I be? Huh? Where would Scarlet Fever be and could we survive that kind of controversy? Let me handle this on my own…it’s just easier that way!”

“Yeah, whatever man.” Kaz hopped into his Hummer. “I’m sick of the lies and bullshit, Jaden. If I feel this way then how the fuck do you think Talia feels? You’re a coward, just like our father. He would rather fuck different women and have kids all over the motherfuckin’ place than leave his old lady. Do you know how embarrassed I was because Loire and I almost fucked one time? Then I had to find out the hard way she’s our half-sister?”

He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his brown hair. “You think you’re so different—that
we’re
so different because we didn’t choose that life, ran away and decided to become rock n’ roll stars but we’re
still
his sons. I’m pushing Sydney away and I don’t even fucking know why! She’s the best thing that could happen to a bastard like me and I am treating her like shit. You are going to lose the best woman in the world because you’re too much of a fucking coward to admit you’re scared to death of becoming a father—”

“
Yeah, I fucking am!
” Jaden turned away from Kaz and began to pace. “You don’t think I know Talia is too good for me? She’s a dream woman and she would make me so fucking happy—happier than I ever thought was possible and I am fucking it up because I can’t be with someone as perfect as her. She has dealt with that loser, Seth, and I wonder why the fuck am I so different? Easy, I’m not! And what’s so fucking awful is our baby is healthy and fine. She’s doing well and I can’t come to terms that I am in love with her and if I go to her like this…open, vulnerable…I’ll stay and I will never leave.”

Kaz had a hard time feeling Jaden’s pain despite the tears that leaked from his eyes. He savagely wiped them away with the palms of his hands.

“I have to go. Syd is still angry with me because she knows my mind is pretty much made up and I want us to go to Vegas. Straighten up, fly right and make a motherfucking decision already. It’s not that hard. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? That drugged out skank you can’t find the courage to leave or Talia? And once you have made a decision, stick with it and stop draggin’ Tal’s heart around. God knows she deserved to fall in love with someone much better than you.”

“Have a safe flight to Vegas.” Jaden closed his door for him and turned to walk towards his own SUV.

He turned over the ignition, put the truck in drive and tore out of the parking lot.

KAZ KNEW LIFE was good at throwing curve balls but he never quite knew how fucked life could be until he came home to find Sydney chatting with
him
.

What the fuck was he doing in L.A. when he was supposed to be in Birch Tree, awaiting trial for the murder of an ATF agent?

He didn’t get house calls from his siblings—on
either
side of his fucked up family tree—so why the fuck was Cillian Cox sitting in his living room with his fiancé enjoying a fucking Jack Daniels in a crystal tumbler glass like he owned the place?

It was dangerous for both him and his reputation if the press ever suspected him of being anything other than a Gillian. No one knew, with the exception of his bandmates, his father was in fact Desmond “Dizzy” Cox.

Notorious womanizer.

President of the Lucifer’s Saints Motorcycle Club.

Fucking Northern Irish Catholic bastard who had fucked his mother and sent her back to the man he called his father with a bastard child and a broken woman who would never be the same.

His mother had killed herself while he was still a child and he was away at boarding school when it happened. He would never forgive the man he called his father for not allowing him to attend her funeral.

Much like he would never forgive Randall, his older half-brother, for sexually assaulting him during his adolescent years.

“Hey, what’s up bro? What the fuck are you doing here?” Kaz inquired as he poured himself a Macallan 50 in a tumbler and sat down next to Sydney.

“I was in town, little brother. I was actually lookin’ for Jaden but I thought I would stop by and make a house call. I was just chattin’ up your fiancée and she is quite the looker if I may say so.”

Cillian smirked and Kaz got up and began to pace.

His brother had a way with words but he was also a “looker” and the interest embedded in Syd’s eyes was all he needed to see. She was intrigued by the sexy, drop dead gorgeous biker who looked like he’d stepped off the set of
Sons of Anarchy
.

Cillian was a carbon copy of their old man with those crystal blue eyes, a formerly straight nose that had been broken but gave him a rugged, manly look; a high forehead, perfect cheekbones, a strong jaw and slightly full lips meant for seduction and smirking.

He was built like a biker with a long, lean body, tats on both arms though he didn’t have a full sleeve. He possessed a few days’ worth of facial hair growth and still managed to look attractive as he scratched his cheek.