Surrender to Me (12 page)

Two other issues have me worried: Jackson and Samantha.  They’re both bat shit crazy and neither of them ever have good intentions.  I have a feeling that they’re going to make a game out of trying to come between Becca and me.  Becca is so trusting and always assumes people have the best intentions, but those two are snakes in the grass.

Chapter Eight

Rebecca

“Becca, wake up, babe.”  I open my eyes to see we’re parked in front of the hotel.  “Hey, I would have carried you in but then the vultures would’ve printed up a thousand different stories about how you were too drunk or high to walk.”  I peer out my window and take in at least ten people standing around and the flashbulbs are already going off.  “I’m gonna walk around to your side; don’t get out until I get there, okay?”  I nod my head in understanding.

Once Luke opens the door the frenzy only gets worse.  The paparazzi are all pushing and shoving, trying to yell questions and snap photos.  He leads me into the hotel and I’m finally able to breathe once we reach the elevator.  “I hate that you have to deal with those assholes; if I could do anything about it I would.”

I gaze up at him and smile.  “I know you would, Luke.  Honestly, I just think it’s going to take me a while to learn how to deal with it; it’s really not that big of a deal.”  Once we get into the hotel room he starts to laugh.  “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I just remembered something that happened in the truck when we left the fair.  While you were sleeping your phone started to ring.  I went to silence it and accidentally answered it; it was your friend Jen.” 
Oh God.
  “Before I could even tell her it was me on the phone and not you, she said a lot of things.”

“What did she say?”

He starts walking toward the bedroom and I follow him, dreading hearing what came out of Jen’s mouth.  “Honestly, I don’t know if I should repeat it.  Maybe you should just call her and ask for yourself.”

What the hell could she have said?
  He sits down on the bed with a devilish smirk on his face.  I strut over and stand right in front of him with my hands on my hips.  “You need to tell me what she said, right now.”  He glances up at me, and before I know it, he falls back onto the bed and pulls me down with him so I’m now straddling his lap.  I can feel him growing hard through the thin material of my pants.  All I want to do right now is rip his clothes off, but I need to know what happened first.  “Luke!”

He runs his hands up and down my torso before finally resting them on the waistband of my shorts.  “It was something like how you’d better be ready to tell her about the most amazing sex of your life.”  His hands tighten on me and a chill races through my body.  “Now, why don’t we drop this subject and I can give you some more to tell her?”

Before I can even process what’s happening, he flips me onto my back and settles down on top of me, spreading my legs with his knee.  He drops his head and begins to kiss the tops of my breasts where they peek out over the neckline of my shirt.  He has both of my hands trapped above my head with one of his and his other hand is slowly stroking the outside of one of my thighs.  I raise myself up to grind on him, needing some kind of contact and friction between us.  Once he figures out what I’m up to, he reciprocates by grinding himself into me…hard.  In an instant, he’s up and taking off his clothes.  I probably should be taking mine off, too, but I’m enjoying his little show too much.

He settles himself back on top of me and kisses my neck, making his way up to my ear.  When he reaches his destination, he drags his teeth over the sensitive area just below my ear and whispers, “You are way too overdressed for what I have planned for you, baby.”  Both of his hands travel down my side until they reach the hem of my shirt.  He slowly slides his hands back up, taking my shirt off in the process.  He makes short work of the front clasp of my bra and in one swift motion my breasts are bared to him.  He lowers his head, kissing each one tenderly and letting out a satisfied moan with each kiss.

He changes course and slowly makes his way down my body, kissing and nipping as he goes.  When he reaches my shorts, he quickly unfastens them and starts tugging them down with his teeth. 
Oh.  My.  God.
  Luke’s stubble is scraping down the length of my leg, setting off fireworks all over my body.  Not wasting any time with my underwear, he grabs one side of the thin lace and rips them straight off my body.

He sits up, resting on his heels, and moves my legs on either side of him so I’m now completely open to him.  “Baby, you have absolutely no idea how fucking perfect you look right now.”  His hands are resting on the insides of my knees and my body is aching for him to touch me.  I
need
him.  He slides his hands up my legs, and when his fingers finally connect with my core, I let out a moan that surprises even me.  “Is this what you want, baby?  You want me to make you come?”

I nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.  He puts two fingers in my mouth and I begin to suck on them.  Finding this act highly erotic, I almost pout when he removes them.  Moving his hands further south, he takes the same two fingers, slowly slides them into me and begins stroking hard and fast.

“I love how responsive you are to me, Becca.  You’re always ready for me.  Sometimes I can see it in your eyes when we’re out and all I want to do is drag you into an enclosed space and give you what you need right there.”  His thumb finds my clit and I scream his name as my body finds its release.

Both of his hands slip under my arms and he lifts me so I’m now kneeling in front of him.  He turns me around so my back is now pressed against his chest.  He moves my hair to the side and gently kisses my neck before placing his hand on the middle of my back and guiding me down.  My head is now pressed into the mattress and his hands are massaging and kneading my ass.

“I’ve dreamt about having you like this since the first time I met you.”  He pulls back and slams himself into me, making me yelp in surprise and pleasure.  “Fuck, Becca.  You are always so tight, baby.”

He places his hands on my hip bones, pulls himself about halfway out and slams into me again, causing another scream to leave my mouth.  He starts pumping in and out of me so fast and so hard that I feel as if I might collapse from the force.  He’s going so deep at this angle and I can already feel my orgasm building again.  One of his hands leaves my hip and tangles itself into the mess of hair cascading down my back.  Luke pulls my hair so hard that I have no choice but to lift my head, giving him access to my neck where he starts nipping and licking.

He places his mouth next to my ear and says, “Are you ready, Becca?  Do you want me to make you come so hard that you can’t even hold yourself up?”

“Yes.”  My voice is so soft that it sounds more like a whispered plea.

He releases my hair and his hand quickly wraps further around my waist.  Picking up the pace, he makes me moan and scream so loud that I’m almost praying the rooms on either side of us are empty.  His fingers pinch my clit and it’s my undoing.  “Luke!  Oh God!”  A wave of pure ecstasy rocks my body so hard that my knees give out underneath me.

“Shit!”  I can feel him filling me up and love the warm sensation he causes inside me.  He collapses next to me, and the last thing I remember is him leaning in and giving me a kiss before everything fades to black.

When I wake up in the morning, Luke isn’t in bed anymore and I can hear the shower running.  I reach over and grab my phone off the bedside table, noticing that I have three missed text messages from Jen.  I start to laugh, remembering what Luke told me she’d said to him.

Jen: OMG! I can’t believe he answered your phone and I said that to him!

Jen: Are you pissed?

Jen: How amazing is the sex? I’m literally dying over here woman!

I text her back that everything is amazing and that I need to figure out when we’re leaving today so I’ll call her later.

I hear the bathroom door open and Luke steps out with a towel around his waist and water droplets trailing down his chiseled body.  He looks at me and smirks.  I swear this man might just be the death of me.

Lucas

When I come out of the bathroom, Becca is sitting up in bed, her hair in disarray from last night’s activities, and the white sheet is barely covering her breasts.  She looks like a damn angel.  When I catch her staring at me and I give her a smirk, she blushes.  I don’t think she realizes just how much that shit turns me on.

I’m used to women staring at me with lust in their eyes, but she looks at me with something more; almost as if she can see into my soul.  I think that was what drew me to her from the beginning—I just couldn’t put my finger on it—and it makes her irresistible to me.  After our first date, I knew she was the one to make me change my ways and since then I haven’t been able to control myself around her; she fills the empty place in my soul that I’ve harbored for so long.

“What time are we leaving today?”

“The flight leaves at five, but I need to run a couple errands first if you’re up for it.”  I wish we can just stay in our bubble, away from all the bullshit that we are opening ourselves up to, but the tour kicks off tomorrow.  I need to grab a couple of supplies for the road, but I also want to take Becca shopping.  I love her the way she is right now—no makeup, just simple and beautiful—but there are going to be countless events and PR nightmares that I’m going to need to attend and I want her there with me.  I know that any girl photographed at one of those events needs to have nice clothes and I want to make sure that isn’t something she needs to worry about.

“Okay, when do you want to leave?”

“Whenever you’re ready.  I’m gonna get dressed and finish packing.”  She starts to get out of bed and realizes that she’s still naked.  She tries to cover herself with the sheet as a look of embarrassment passes over her face.  “Babe, after everything we’ve done, how can you still be shy?”  I don’t even give her a chance to respond to the question.  I rip the sheets away from her and throw her over my shoulder, butt ass naked, and carry her to the bathroom.

“Luke!  What are you doing?”

I don’t answer her.  Instead, I open the glass door to the shower, walk in, and finally put her down.  Before she can say anything, I turn the water on and back her against the wall so we’re chest to chest.  The water starts to engulf us, running down our faces and soaking the towel I still have wrapped around my waist.

She’s breathing hard and still has her hands draped around my shoulders.  I bow my head to kiss her, losing myself in her.  Pulling back and bracing my hands on each side of her head, I look deep into her eyes.  “You are so fucking gorgeous that I can’t keep my hands off of you.  I need you every minute of every day, and even then it isn’t enough to silence my hunger for you.”  I run my hands down her wet body, enjoying every inch of every curve.  “You, Rebecca Chase, have been the only woman to ever make me want more.  I know that my past may make you insecure, but I just want you to understand that none of them can
ever
measure up to you.”  I kiss her again, needing her to believe me and feel the power of my words.

I have every intention of walking away because I know we really need to get out of here, but once she lets out one of her satisfied moans, it’s over.  I grab her ass and lift her so that she’s level with me.  In one swift motion I pull back and thrust myself into her.  I pause, giving her a second to catch her breath.  “This isn’t what I’d planned on happening when we came in here, Becca, but I can’t resist you.  I’m going to warn you, though, that this will be quick; not only because we need to leave, but because you have me so damn wound up.”

She nods, lowering her head to rest it on my shoulder.  I start pounding in and out of her, using the shower wall for leverage.  She’s so damn tight that my stamina goes out the door every single time especially because as soon as she gets close to her release, like now, she starts to squeeze her muscles around me.  Her nails grip my neck, digging into the flesh.  She screams my name when she finds her release, and I fucking love hearing it.  It only takes another minute before I’m calling out and finding my own release.  I lower her to the ground and we both just stand there catching our breath for a few minutes.

“I need to wash off and get out of here before I take you all over again.”  She lets out a giggle as I quickly scrub myself and reach for a new towel.

I get dressed and pack the last of my stuff in my suitcase.  When Becca’s ready, I grab all the bags and we walk down to the truck.  Once everything is loaded, we hit the road.  I stop by the grocery store to pick up some toiletries and snacks for the road and head to the stores that the concierge at the hotel told me about.  When we pull up to the stores, Becca turns to me with a look of confusion in her eyes.

“While we’re on tour, I have a lot of PR events and parties that I have to attend.  I want you to come with me so I wanted to take you to get some nice stuff to wear to them.”

“Luke, no, you don’t need to buy me clothes.”

“Becca, I know I don’t
need
to, but I
want
to.”  I step out of the truck, walk over to her side and open the door.  “Come on, let’s go.”  She reluctantly unfastens her seatbelt and I help her get out.  These stores are the types of stores where the staff will only pay attention to you if they think your wallet is fat.  I hate places like this, but I know how insecure she is—the media can be cruel when it comes to fashion—so I want to make this aspect of my life easier on her and make sure she only has the best.

Once we walk into the first store, I can see the saleswomen giving us the ‘they can’t afford these clothes so why should we bother helping them’ look.  Their assumption may have normally been right; I’m in jeans and a t-shirt with a ratty baseball cap and Becca’s dressed just as informally in a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top.  I let her look through the racks, and even though she thinks I don’t see it, I notice how wide her eyes get with each passing price tag.

“Luke, I’m really not comfortable with this.”

“Just stop looking at the damn prices and pick out something that you like.”  I don’t mean to sound irritated, but the service here is lacking.  In any
normal
store, I know that by now someone would have come up to us and offered to help, but not in a store where they place a price tag on you as soon as you walk in the store.  After another fifteen minutes of Becca skipping over everything based solely on the price, and the princesses behind the counter laughing because they think we can’t afford their products, I’m ready to leave.  “Hey babe, do you wanna just go somewhere else?”

She looks at me and nods her head, visibly relieved that I even asked.  As we’re walking to the door I can hear the two girls still snickering and whispering to each other.  I really hate people like them, and I want to teach them a lesson about judging a book by its cover.  Just as we’re about to leave I turn to them and take off my hat.  Their eyes get huge and their jaws drop in recognition of who I am.  “We were looking for some expensive clothes but couldn’t find anything without any help.”  As I walk away, a grin on my face, I hear them both gasp.  I take Becca’s hand in mine and we head toward the next store.

“Luke, wait, can we go somewhere that isn’t as high end?  Maybe a mall?”

“Seriously?  I thought this was every girl’s dream, like that damn ‘Pretty Woman’ movie that Alexa used to watch constantly.”

“‘Pretty Woman’?”  She starts to laugh.  “You
do
realize that she was a hooker in that movie, right?  I get what you’re trying to do, Luke, and it’s sweet, but honestly it’s making me feel cheap, and kind of uncomfortable.”

I swear to God I will never understand women.
  “Okay, I’ll make you a deal and settle on a more expensive department store.”

I put Nordstrom’s name in my GPS so I can find it easily and because that was another place Alexa had mentioned when I talked to her earlier.  After I had spoken with the concierge at the hotel, I called Lex for additional options because I sure as hell don’t know where to begin when it comes to shopping for women’s clothing.  Hopefully, this time we can actually walk out of the store with something.