The Rock Star And The Virgin (Virgin Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Sarah didn’t understand what he meant, and hadn't the courage to ask. Instead she changed the subject.

“So where are we going?”

“Somewhere private, for dinner. I’m certain you’re going to love the place. It's not too far.”

“I’m intrigued,” Sarah said as she looked out of the window and watched as they passed by the last houses in town. “Out of town?”

“A little way.” He glanced over at her. “Tell me, when I got to your house, were you running late or were you planning on standing me up?”

Sarah didn’t answer straight away, he let her take her time. “I saw you with Jenny, I thought you were playing some joke on me.”

“Joke?”

“Yeah, it was stupid I suppose. She's having this big party tonight. I thought she would ask you to go.”

“And stand you up?”

“Yes, or humiliate me in some other way. Jenny likes to rub everything in my face.”

He reached over and squeezed her hand. Lightning bolts flew through her body, the warmth of his hand felt like the heat of the sun. “I’m sorry.”

“It's OK, you get used to it.”

Billy began to chuckle. “If it’s any consolation she did ask me, and I agreed to go.” He looked at his watch. “She's expecting me any time now.”

“You didn’t!”

“Why not? Do you know how many times she has spoken to me before today? And how many parties would she have invited the old Billy to?” His words had a matter of fact edge to them, he wasn’t angry about any of it, then he answered his own question. “None. She always looked at me as though I was something she would have to wipe off her Jimmy Choo’s.”

Sarah began giggling too. “Do you think she told everyone you were coming?”

“I’m counting on it. Especially as I told her I would sing for her too.”

“You are a wicked man, Billy.”

“Yes I am. But only to those who deserve it. Not to you Sarah. Never to you.” His voice had changed, thick with emotions she hoped were true.

She looked ahead, not trusting herself to speak, she recognised the road they were taking, it led up into the mountains. “Where are we going?”

“I thought you might have worked it out by now.”

“Worked it out?” She took a closer look at exactly where they were, they had turned off the road and were going up a track. She hadn't been this way for years, but she instantly knew where she was. “The track to the cabin, I don’t understand.”

“I bought it, when it came up for sale. I knew how much the place meant to you, to your family. I knew you wouldn’t accept the offer if you thought it was from me, so I did it through my manager.”

“The money was from you?”

“Yes. You're not angry?” He tried to read her expression, but the light was fading too much.

“Angry? No. Surprised. Yes.”

“Like I said, I wasn’t in a fit state to come here to support you. It was the only thing I could do to help. I owe your family so much, it was the least I could do.”

They were pulling up in front of the small cabin, the lights from the car showed it to look exactly how she remembered it. He stopped the car and got out, coming around to open her door. She still sat stone still, not taking it all in. He stood waiting for her to move. “Are you OK?”

She turned to face him almost in slow motion. “It's just the same.”

“Yes. I’ve altered the kitchen a little, apart from that the inside is the same too. You can do whatever you want with it.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Yes, Sarah. I would really like it if you would accept it as a gift.”

“A gift?” Sarah began to think she sounded like an idiot, repeating everything Billy said.

“I only ever bought it with the intent of giving it back to you when the time was right.”

“But you paid so much for it. I can’t accept it back.”

“I have plenty of money. And it’s yours, I want you to have it.”

“Please Billy, no.”

He squatted down by the side of her, concerned. “Why not?”

“I don’t want to feel as though you are buying what I want to give you freely.”

“I’d never feel like that. The money is nothing, I only want you to be happy.” He reached up and stroked her cheek, a trail of fire burning in its wake. She bent her head down and kissed him lightly on the lips. He pushed his hand into her hair, feeling the silky tresses against his skin. Slowly he pulled her head down so their lips were almost touching, giving her a chance to pull back before kissing her deeply, all the pent up passion finally released.

It struck Sarah how long she had waited for this moment, there were times when they were both teenagers when they had so nearly kissed. But always something had stopped them, now it seemed so right. She realised part of the reason she never went on dates was because she had been in love with Billy the whole time. No one else made her feel the same way, and no one had ever kissed her like this before.

Her lips burned from his touch, sensations she had never felt before racing through her body. Pushing her body forward against his chest, wrapping her arms around him she hung onto him as though he was a lifesaver and she was adrift in the sea. Adrift was exactly how she felt, her life had become so dull and routine, but she knew what she had to do day in day out. Now here was Billy threatening to rock her world, with love and kindness. Sarah was scared.

She pulled away, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to throw myself at you like that.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry, I have waited a long time for that kiss,” He pushed the hair back from her face, “And believe me I have had plenty of women throw themselves at me.”

“Really?” Sarah realised how inexperienced she was, had the kiss been as good for him as it was for her?

“Hundreds.” He stood up and took her hand, encouraging her to get out of the car.

“Hundreds!” Sarah heard the word as it left her mouth and realised how shocked she sounded.

“I didn’t sleep with them all. It's just when people go from thinking you’re trash to believing you’re the best thing on the planet, it can go to your head.” He stood still, facing her. “I hope you can understand that. I’ve done plenty of things that I regret, but I’ve grown up now. I know what I want.”

Sarah knew she should say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Did he mean her?

Billy sighed and led her by the hand up the path to the cabin. The lights were on, it looked inviting, and Sarah remembered the times they had come up here when they were young. They would go to the lake and bathe, then come back here to dry off in the sun. Picnics, sleepovers, this had been the best place in the world to the young Sarah. What did it have in store for the grown up Sarah?

Chapter Three

Billy pushed the door open, Sarah was met with warmth and light, and the delicious smell of home cooking. Walking in Sarah felt transported back to the years before her life had changed so dramatically. Billy was right, he hadn't altered the cabin much at all. Some of the furnishings had new covers, but even then they had been kept to the same colour schemes. Everything that needed to be fixed had been done very thoughtfully, Sarah still couldn’t quite get over the effort he had obviously put in.

She turned her face away from Billy so he couldn’t see her tears. “It's perfect.”

“Glad you like it. When I first bought it I never came here, but the last year or so I’ve been trying to do it up a bit.”

“You've been here, and never came to town?”

“No. Sometimes my Mom would come with me. But neither of us wanted to glimpse our old lives.”

“How is your Mom?” Sarah realised she hadn't asked before.

“Great. She does yoga, walks on the beach, and has a gentleman friend...”

“A gentleman friend? I’m intrigued.” Sarah never knew who Billy's father was. His Mom had lived alone for as long as she could remember, working hard to keep a roof over their heads.

“Yeah. They met about a year ago. Mom likes spending time with him, but after my Dad, I don’t think she'll ever marry or anything.”

“I never knew anything about your Dad.”

“You haven't missed much,” he said, changing the subject. “Let’s eat, then we can talk, and drink wine. I have some very expensive stuff, no idea what it tastes like.”

Sarah laughed, “I never took you for a wine kind of guy.”

“There is a lot you have to learn about me.” Billy said mysteriously, and then his face broke into a grin. “To be honest I don’t drink much these days, over did it years ago. But my Mom recommended it to me.”

Billy disappeared into the small kitchen. “Feel free to look around, I’ll be about ten minutes.”

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

He poked his head out of the kitchen. “My mom again. She channelled my energy into domesticity, before I killed myself.”

Sarah could tell he wasn’t joking. “That bad?”

“That bad. I want you to be aware of my past before... well we'll see.” He disappeared again. Sarah looked around the downstairs, smiling faces of friends and family shone out from the picture frames.
“Billy's Mom,”
thought Sarah.

The sofas had been reupholstered; she sat down and looked around the room, taking in warmth and calm of the old place. She remembered how, as a child, she told her parents this was where she would live when she was old enough. When she went off to college she had plans to live here out of term time, moving some of her stuff up here before she left.

When her mother broke the news of their financial trouble it had broken her heart to come and collect her personal items and leave all the furniture, some of which her grandfather had made, because they had no room to store it. At that point their big house had already gone, and they were struggling to live in the small house.

Had Billy's Mom been the one who told Billy they were selling the cabin? It was in the months before she left town, she must have been in touch with him, she would ask him later. Sarah got up, shaking the past from her, she looked up at the stairs that disappeared into the open plan bedroom. It was suspended over the kitchen and bathroom, giving the seating area full height windows with fantastic views in the daytime, now it was a wall of darkness.

She slowly climbed the steps up into the bedroom, drawn to it. This was where Billy slept, on the bed she had slept on so many times. Reaching the top she found the bed neatly made, the bedding was the one thing that was new, gone were the girlish quilt and pillows. A stabbing pain seared Sarah's heart, had he brought other women here? Slept with them in this bed? Why did those thoughts hurt so much, he didn’t owe her anything, hadn't he done so much for her and her family anyway? But this was her special place, she didn’t want it tainted by other women.

“Everything OK?” Sarah jumped out of her skin. She hadn't heard Billy come up behind her, he had removed his shoes and walked around in socks, the stairs hadn't even creaked under his weight. Has he purposely crept up on her?

“Yes. Sorry, I shouldn't have come up here.” She made to move down the stairs, but he put out his arm to block the way.

“You don’t need to apologise. Like I said, this is your cabin.”

“No. No it’s not, it’s yours. Perhaps it was a mistake to come here.”

He reached out and stroked her arm, sending tremors through her body. “Don't say that, don’t say it’s a mistake. The thought of coming back and seeing you has kept me going for months. You must know how I feel about you.”

“No. I don’t. You left, I didn’t hear from you for five years. Now you’re back.” Her voice wavered, “And I don’t know what it is you want.”

His hand slid up her arm, goose bumps rising up on her skin. A tremble passed through her body, she responded to his touch so naturally. Her breasts rose and fell, tightening, wanting his hands on them. Her nipples had already formed stiff peaks when his wandering fingertips brushed against them very softly, making Sarah's breathing laboured.

“I want you, Sarah, I know now I always have. It just took a long roundabout route before I admitted it.”

“Please, don’t tease me, Billy. You can have any woman, why would you want me?”

“Because you always accepted me for me. It wouldn’t matter you if I were rich, or poor. Famous or a nobody. I want to make you happy Sarah.” His lips touched hers, softly, questioning her want for him, she responded, moulding herself to him, feeling his toned, muscled body against hers.

His tongue pushed between her lips, gliding around the sensitive flesh of her mouth, sending thrills through her body. He explored her mouth with his tongue and her body with his hands. Firm confident hands, experienced in drawing pleasure from a woman. His fingers squeezed and teased her nipples, rolling them through the fabric of her dress between his fingers and thumb.

She gasped against his mouth, unused to having her body touched this way. His mouth left hers, kissing her jaw line, soft little kisses down her neck, his breath and lips warming her skin. The same warmth heated her whole body, centring on the wet slick heat between her thighs. Her sex pulsed in need, her clit throbbed too, wanting the same attention Billy lavished on her breasts.

Billy guided her backwards, towards the bed, supporting her weight as he laid her down on the covers. His mouth came down and nipped her breasts, the material of her clothes dulling the exquisite sensation. A hand slid down her thigh, finding the hem of her dress and pulled it up. His hand inched its way up, stroking her soft flesh, Sarah held her breath, too scared to breathe as she anticipated his touch.

His fingers reached their goal, stroking her sex through the flimsy fabric of her panties, pushing gently into her slick opening before rising to caress her clit. Her legs moved apart, encouraging him to take things further, to touch her more intimately. He obliged, pushing the silky fabric aside and inserting a finger inside her pussy. His mouth returned to hers, she cradled his head in her arms, her fingers lost in his hair as his fingers probed her.

He moved deeper, his thumb brushing her clit, sending her body into ecstasy. A thought flitted across Sarah's mind, would he mind that she was a virgin, not experienced as the other women he had bedded? Would she satisfy him? She didn’t really know how. But she was willing to learn, if he was willing to teach her.