The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure (4 page)

"Seems appropriate considering she looks a fucking lot like me, and I know your fetish for redheads. She's just taller, thinner and without these God-awful freckles." She motioned to the bridge of her nose, which was littered with beige freckles.

"Oh Hanna," he said, stepping up to her and attempting to pull her into his embrace, but to his dismay she stepped back.

"Not until you answer a few questions."

Shit. Shit and double shit.
"All right."

"Who is she? Why is she the new tour manager? And did you two have a relationship in the past? She seemed pretty cosy with you."

Bo sighed. "She's Nadine Vessy. She's the best in the business and worked along with Victor so she knows our needs already."

"Oh, I bet she does."

"Has Tyson..."

Hanna huffed. "She was all over you, Bo. And I saw how she presented herself to you guys. I sure as hell didn't need Tyson telling me anything when I have eyes!"

The fire flared up in her green eyes, and his cock jerked and began to swell. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at her last comment or pull her into his arms and fuck her against the wall.

"Hanna..."

Her eyes narrowed further, but her body began to relax. She was feeling the need and tension between them as much as he was.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her into him, backed her up and pinned her up against the wall. Securing her hands above her head with one of his larger, stronger hands, his lips came crashing down on hers as he pressed his groin against her. His shaft had grown to its full potential and was throbbing under the denim, begging to be unleashed.

The smell of lavender and vanilla drifted to his nose. Not her normal scent, but enticing. She surrendered under him, moaning softly against his lips. Her lips parted, welcoming him in. The taste of cherry greeted his tongue as it touched hers. Her hands fisted above her head and she squirmed against him.

"God, you're so damned sexy when you're angry, baby," he murmured, pulling his lips from hers, but keeping his forehead to hers, their gazes locking. Their lips remained an inch apart, their breaths intermingling and synchronizing.

"She looks just like me. Kinda. It's weird," she gasped, but the anger in her tone was gone, surrendered to her desire.

"But. She's. Not. You."

She let out an unsteady breath, and chewed at her lower lip. She moaned softy,

closing her eyes and writhing under him. "We're going to talk about this later," she warned, her voice filled with desire, reopening her eyes.

Another jolt of hunger rushed through him as their eyes locked and he saw his desire reflected in her stunning emerald eyes. Her threat didn't concern him at that moment. All that mattered was taking his relief deep within her.

Despite Hanna's desire to find out more about the "doppelganger," Bo's body against hers, and his lips now slowly working their way down her neck were overriding her need to learn more. She pulled against his hand securing her two hands above her head, but it was no use. His grip was too strong and he easily overpowered her.

"We should really..." Her last-ditch attempt to continue the conversation was halted when the fingers of his free hand undid her jeans and slipped under her panties, cupping her mound. A shiver of anticipation shot through her and she spread her legs, giving him better access to her moist core.

"Still wanna talk?" Bo whispered, nipping at her earlobe, as he thrust two fingers deep into her and began to stroke her inner wall. The warmth of his breath sent another delicious tremor down her spine to fuel the fire between her legs.

She whimpered and bucked against his intruding fingers, needing and wanting more.

She couldn't have answered if she had wanted to. She'd talk with him and get the answers she sought later. For now her main concern was to relieve the growing ache between her legs and feel the warmth of his bare skin against hers.

She wiggled against him, struggling against his hand still securing hers. "I... Well..."

Her heart rate accelerated and she moaned again as he dipped his fingers back into her moistened core.

"Well?" Bo's lips moved lower, across her collarbone.

His finger stroked her inner wall, sending jolts of pleasure through her. Hanna closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall — surrendering to him and the pleasure flowing through her.

"Yes," she gasped.

His thumb slid between her soft folds, found her clit and began to stroke her clit as his torturous finger, buried deep within her continued to caress her g-spot. She was coming close — so close. Seconds away. Her legs under her began to grow weak and she found herself grateful for his hands securing her to the wall.

"I won't let you fall," Bo assured her, as if reading her mind.

She barely heard him. All thought was leaving her as she became consumed with the tremors rocking her body. His lips captured hers once more and as their tongues touched she was taken over the edge. She groaned against his lips, her body vibrating with pleasure as her core clenched around his intruding fingers and the evidence of her climax slid down his fingers and hand.

Removing his hand from under her panties, he slipped his arm around her waist and released her hands from over her head. She sighed, opening her eyes and sliding her arms around his neck, clinging to him for support as she regained her senses.

Bo quickly tugged down her jeans, along with her panties, letting them drop to the floor.

"Step out of them," he ordered, his tone gruff and filled with the strain she knew he was feeling, due to the rock hard erection he was sporting under his jeans.

She did as told as he undid his jeans and pushed them down. He was going

commando, not unusual for him. Grabbing her thighs, he hoisted her up onto his hips and slammed her back against the wall, the head of his shaft pressing at her entrance.

"Hold tight to me." Bo didn't wait for her to respond. He groaned low and feral as he slammed up into her.

His rock hard shaft stretched her to her limits and caused her to groan loudly. He fit her perfectly, as if she was made only for him. She pressed a string of kisses along the side of his neck as he pulled out, until the head of his cock barely breached her entrance and then slammed into her again, remaining buried within her until she wiggled against him, urging him for more. She whimpered against his neck, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Her body demanded she move with him, against him, but he refused to allow her. He kept her body secure against the wall and he took control completely. Taking pleasure from her at his own pace - not hers. She loved when he got like this. Forceful.

Demanding.

"Bo. Oh Bo. Harder. God, please. Faster." She once more attempted to buck against him, but it was no use.

Bo slid a hand to the back of her head and fisted her long, red curls; tugging, he forced her to look up at him. "Who's in control?" he demanded, slamming into her hard to accent his point. His grey eyes were stormy with his desire.

"You!"

"Who?" he pulled out and slammed into her again, and she cried out and her body trembled against his from the pleasure, as the head of his dick pressed against her inner wall.

"God, you. You, Bo. You!"

A touch of a grin formed on his lips as his mouth came crashing down onto her. He began to fuck her in earnest. His cock jackhammered into her, moving hard and fast as he continued to take what he wanted. Their tongues duelled, his forcing hers into

submission. She loved it!

A knot began to form in her stomach as her arousal increased. She was still feeling slightly lightheaded from her previous orgasm, making her body even more sensitive to his demanding cock.

Bo abruptly pulled his lips from hers, and looked down at her as she clung to him.

"Are you going to come with me, baby?" He ground his hips against hers, as she buried her face against his neck.

She groaned, not able to form her words coherently, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. She was. She was coming close and she was going to come with him. She moaned a second time, her fingernails leaving deep crescents in his shoulders.

"Bo!" Her legs tightened around his waist, feeling the pressure of her impending orgasm between her legs.

"Yes, baby, I'm coming with you," he growled through clenched teeth, slamming into her at a frenzied pace.

Her stomach clenched to a point where it was almost painful and the delicious

throbbing between her legs nearly unbearable. She was coming fast. Nearly there. His cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her wet pussy lips... It was wonderful...

It was too much.

Just as she hit the summit, Bo groaned, burying his face into her hair and slamming into her so hard that the sound of her back colliding into the wall echoed throughout the apartment. She barely noticed as he slammed into her a final time and a stream of his cum came rushing from him, filling her. The feel of his cum slamming into her sent her over the edge. Her body shuddered and she groaned out loud as she came for a second time.

"Mmmm. What a great end to an exhausting afternoon," Bo murmured as he nuzzled the side of her neck. After a moment of indulging themselves in the feel of their bodies combined, Bo slowly pulled out and took care to set her back on her feet.

Hanna's legs felt weak and she was grateful to have his strong arms around her, pulling her tight to his chest. "Why was it so exhausting?" Hanna tilted her face upward to catch his gaze. Surely the day couldn't have been that bad?

Bo touched her cheek and ran his thumb along her lower lip, his eyes following his thumb. "It just was. I'm glad it's settled now."

"So what about —"

Bo stopped her in mid-sentence with a finger to her lips. "I'm starving. Let's eat first.

We'll talk about all that crap later. K?"

Hanna nodded, knowing he was attempting to avoid the talk about their new manager.

****

clock mounted on the wall across from the bed he frowned. 7am. She never got up that early, unless forced to. He was able to function on four or five hours of sleep a night, Hanna on the other hand — not so much. She needed a solid eight hours and it took nothing short of an earthquake to wake her. There were some mornings that he seriously doubted that an earthquake would do the trick.

Getting out of bed, he trudged over to the cherry-stained oak dresser, opened the top left hand drawer, grabbed a pair of boxers and pulled them on. Exiting the bedroom, he made his way downstairs and headed for the kitchen. Maybe she planned to treat him to breakfast in bed and he'd ruined it. A smile spread across his lips at the thought of the last time she "surprised" him with breakfast in bed. Maple syrup really shouldn't go on the places they'd put it, but damn it was a good morning. One of the many benefits of being in a relationship.

Bo wandered into the kitchen to find it empty.

He called out her name a number of times as he investigated the main rooms in their two-floor penthouse situated across from Central Park.

Bo's jaw clenched. She must have gone out. She knew she wasn't to go out without taking security and he knew she wouldn't have gotten hold of Tyson at this early time of morning. He was about to give up and send her a text message chastising her for leaving when he heard the faint sound of music coming from one of the only areas of the apartment that he hadn't checked, the home gym.

What the fuck?

Opening the door to the gym, he stepped in and frowned as he watched Hanna

working out, her long red curls secured in a ponytail whipping back and forth behind her head. Her back was to him and she was so focused she didn't even notice him watching her as she jogged on a treadmill. It wasn't the fact that she was working out that had him frowning, but it was the first time he'd ever seen her working out.

They had such a busy lifestyle that the need to go to the gym wasn't that pressing for either of them. Leaning against the door jamb, he crossed one ankle over the other and his arms over his chest as he continued to observe her. He'd been noticing her becoming more and more self-conscious lately. She'd always been shy and slightly insecure, but her anxiety seemed to be getting more intense.

Could the headlines calling her fat and calling him a "chubby chaser" be getting to her? She was hardly what he'd call fat, but she wasn't ultra-thin either. She was what he considered Marilyn Monroe curvy — which he supposed was fat nowadays in the eyes of the media, who believed any woman who didn't look anorexic was fat.

Maybe I'm just worrying for nothing
, he mused.
I can't fault her for wanting to stay fit
and wanting to be healthy, can I?
He supposed not, but why did he get such a bad feeling about it?

Hanna's yelp jolted him from his thoughts and he lifted his eyes to see her stepping from the treadmill. Sweat gleamed on every inch of her body, her black tank top moist.

A blush coloured her already flushed cheeks. "What are you doing up?"

Bo chuckled. "I was about to ask you the same thing."

Grabbing her bottle of water, she swallowed down close to half of the bottle and then grabbed a towel and wiped her brow. She looked back over at him, but avoided his eyes as she shrugged. "I got up and since you were still sleeping I decided to come down here."

"I see."

When her eyes finally shifted to meet his, he could see there was more she wasn't saying and it gave him a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was she eating as much as she normally would? He frowned. Come to think on it, the past week she’d become much pickier. He hadn't given it much thought — until now. Wait, didn't she say she went out with Tyson to some diner yesterday? Yeah, he was sure she did, but was she eating as much when with him, which was virtually all the time?

He paused a moment, not sure if he should broach the topic of her eating less or not.

So what if she was cutting back?
Depends
, his conscience argued back. Besides, she'd had a greasy burger and he was sure she mentioned a shake.