Needing Forever VOL 2: Part of The Rocker... Series Universe Page 2

  Breathing hard, I turned my gaze back to Nate. “Let’s get out of here,” I told him before licking my lips.

  “Good idea,” he panted and reluctantly set me on my feet.

  As my body brushed against his on the way down, I felt how hard he was, and my already drenched panties became wetter. I was freaking soaked, and there was no way he couldn’t have noticed.

  My legs felt unsteady as we walked outside. He waved over a taxi and opened the back door for me. I slid in first, but no sooner was he in beside me and the door was shut than I was kissing him again.

  “Yo!” the driver called through the partition, jerking us apart again.

  Gasping for breath, I lifted my brows at the guy. “What?”

  “Where are you two lovebirds going?”

  Without giving it much thought, I gave him my address then thrust my fingers into Nate’s hair. He lowered his head willingly, his mouth punishing mine in a kiss that felt desperate. Holding on for dear life, I kissed him back, losing all thought for time and distance and physical safety. The driver could have driven us out into the middle of the desert to kill us, but we didn’t care.

  Sometime later, the car stopped, and when I lifted my head, looking around dazedly, I was surprised to see my apartment building. I started to pull some cash out of my pocket, but Nate beat me to it, tossing the guy a few bills before opening the door. Taking my hand, he pulled me out of the car.

  “Lead the way,” he urged, his voice so full of need, it made me shiver.

  Somehow, I made it into the building without my knees giving out. The elevator ride up was enough to make me lose my mind. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew we’d never make it out of the metal box if I did. When it stopped, I practically sprinted into the corridor and down to my apartment.

  Unlocking the door, I pushed it open then turned and fisted my hand in his shirt, jerking him inside with me. The door slammed shut, and I pressed him up against it, already pulling his shirt over his head before starting on his belt.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as I slowly eased down his zipper.

  “Shh,” I said with a wink up at him. “We’ll get there.”

  “You’re so damn beautiful, I can’t breathe when I look at you, Riley.” Bending, he picked me up before I could push my hand into his pants and wrap my hands around his cock. His nose nuzzled my neck. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  All I could do was point, too distracted by how good his lips felt caressing down my throat. But when he started to go into Kin’s room, I had to redirect him to the bedroom next door. As we stepped into my room, I reached out to hit the light switch so he could find his way to my bed without hurting himself.

  There was a mannequin with my latest unfinished creation already pinned to it, and he muttered a curse when he saw it. “Fuck, that thing scared me,” he laughed as he pressed his lips to my temple and carried me to the bed.

  “Yeah, Amara hates Nancy,” I sighed as I glanced at the poor mannequin that had been with me since I was a kid. “She gets her every time she comes in here.”

  “Nancy?” he muttered distractedly as he placed me on the edge of the bed and fell to his knees between my legs. His fingers skimmed over my thighs as he started rolling my dress up to my ass.

  “Felt wrong not to give her a name when we were going to be working together,” I told him, lifting my hips enough for him to get the dress past them.

  “Mm,” he agreed. “You’re hotter than Nancy.”

  Even as turned on as I was, he was able to make me laugh. “Thanks. Every woman wants to know she’s hotter than a mannequin.”

  “Riley, you are hotter than any woman I’ve ever set eyes on,” he growled as he pulled my dress over my head.

  For a flash of a second, I had the urge to roll my eyes but didn’t. This guy served freaking Victoria’s Secret models on a regular basis, so I knew he was full of shit. But I wanted this too much to spoil the mood by calling him out on it. After, I told myself. I’d call him out after and send him packing.

  But in the next blink of an eye, I was on my back and my panties were on their way past my knees.

  Before I could inhale again, his mouth was on my clit and I was crying out in ecstasy.

  Chapter 3

  Nate

  Smelling food, I heard my stomach complain loudly before I even opened my eyes. When I lifted my lids, it was to find myself in a bedroom I didn’t immediately recognize. The room was in shadows thanks to the drawn curtains, but I could make out a little of my surroundings. Enough to tell me I wasn’t home and this definitely wasn’t my room.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow of a figure, and reflexively, I tightened my arms around the body snuggled against me.

  Riley protested, still half asleep as she slapped at my chest. “It’s just Nancy,” she reminded me grumpily.

  Heart rate returning to normal, I kissed the top of her head and rolled us so she was on her back and I was leaning over her. “You need to go to work?”

  “What day is it?” she asked groggily without opening her eyes.

  “Saturday.”

  “No work today. Mom has this Saturday.” She pushed at my chest. “Either make yourself useful and be my blanket, or move so I can snuggle under the covers.”

  I shifted so I could pull the blanket up over her a little better. She made a pleased little mewling sound that had my cock thickening, but after the rough ride I’d given her the night before, I knew she wasn’t going to be up for another round just yet. Brushing a few strands of hair from her face, I skimmed my thumb over her cheek. “You hungry?”

  Sniffing the scents now more noticeable, she licked her lips. “Sleep or eat, that’s a tough dilemma.”

  Laughing, I brushed my lips over hers. “You sleep. I’ll grab us a plate, and we can eat in bed.”

  “Breakfast in bed?” Her brow furrowed. “This must be some weird dream.”

  “No dream. Dreams are never this good, love.” Kissing her again, I tossed back the covers and stood before leaning down and tucking them around her. Her contented sigh greeted me as I as straightened, and I watched her snuggle deeper into her pillow before walking toward the door.

  Twenty minutes later, I returned with a plate loaded with bacon, eggs, and toast. I didn’t know how she took her coffee, but apparently Cash did, so I was able to make her a cup without bothering her. Carrying it and our plate to the bed, I switched on the lamp on the side table and sat down beside her carefully.

  As the light hit her eyes, she groaned unhappily, pulling the covers up to her forehead. “Unless you have coffee, there is no reason for you to be here.”

  Grinning, I placed the cup close to her face. “Heavy cream, two sugars, and a sprinkle of cinnamon.”

  Gasping softly, she pulled the covers down to reveal her eyes. Moving so she was propped up on her elbows, she lifted the mug from my hand and took a sip, her baby blues closing in pleasure and a humming sound coming from her throat as she savored the flavors on her tongue. “Oh dear Lord. I might keep you, after all.”

  Laughing because there was no fucking way I was going to let her get rid of me, I took the mug back from her and set it on the table. “Sit up so we can eat.”

  Snatching a piece of bacon off the plate, she sat up, and keeping the blanket tucked under her arms, scooted back against the headboard, making room for me beside her. But I didn’t move. Instead, I lifted the fork and fed her a bite of egg before taking one for myself. Dipping a corner of toast into the yolk, I offered it to her, and she bit into it like she was starving.

  “Did you make these?” she asked as she chewed.

  “Only the toast. Cash made the rest. Is this enough? I’ll make you something else if you don’t like it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Relax. This is plenty. I like it all. I’m not a picky eater, as my hips can attest to.”

  “Fuck that. Your hips are perfect.” I fed her another bite and followed it up with a kiss. “I love your body just the way
it is, Riley.”

  A hint of pink filled her cheeks. “I’m pretty fond of your body just as it is too,” she said with a wink.

  A few more bites and Riley was done, so I finished it off and placed the plate on the side table before taking her coffee from her and washing it all down. Her taste in coffee wasn’t the worst, but it was still too sweet for me.

  “So…” she murmured hesitantly. “Do you need to get home anytime soon?”

  “Depends.” Leaning in, I skimmed my lips over hers in a barely there kiss. “Are you throwing me out?”

  “Not necessarily.”

  “Then, no, I don’t have to get home just yet. I have work later this evening, but until then, I’m all yours.”

  She stroked her nails down my chest toward the jeans I’d pulled on when I went to get our breakfast, and she looked up at me through her thick, dark lashes. “All mine?”

  “To do with whatever you want,” I breathed as I brushed my lips over her earlobe. Tugging the blanket free from under her arms, I looked down at her nakedness and had to fight back a groan at just how beautiful she was.

  “There are so many possibilities,” she purred.

  Chapter 4

  Riley

  Nate dropped his towel and pulled his shirt over his head, the first time he’d had it on since I’d taken it off him the night before. “There’s this baby shower thing tomorrow for my boss and his wife,” he said casually as he finished fastening his belt. “I kind of have to make an appearance, so do you want to go with me?”

  “Lucy?”

  He nodded, checking to make sure his wallet was in his jeans.

  “I was actually already going with Amara and Cash,” I told him with a shrug. “But sure, I would like to go with you.”

  After having told myself this was a one and done with us, I surprised myself by agreeing to go with him. A baby shower was a weird place to go together when we weren’t even dating, but whatever. I found I wanted an excuse to go anywhere with him, and I wasn’t going to question it.

  The night before and all day so far, we’d had fun. All of it had been in bed, though, so it would be nice to see if we could have just as much fun with our clothes on.

  But fun was all this was, I reminded myself. There would be nothing heavy, just two people who happened to have set the sheets on fire more times than I could count hanging out at a party that just happened to be for expectant parents.

  “I’ll pick you up here, then.” He dropped a kiss on my lips, lingering for a moment and making me melt against him. “Be good if you go out tonight.”

  I snorted. “I’m too tired to go anywhere tonight.” Balling my hand around the front of his shirt, I pulled him back down to me. “You’re the one who needs to be good, Mr. Bartender.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said with a smirk. Kissing me one last time, he walked backward to the door. “Cash is still out there, so put something on other than those killer shorts and sports bra before you leave this room.”

  I stiffened at his commanding tone. “There you go, telling me what to wear again. That shit doesn’t fly with me, Nate.”

  “No more than it does with me, beautiful. Keep all the secrets a secret.” With a wink, he opened the door and walked through it just as I picked up my empty coffee mug and started to throw it at him.

  As the door shut behind him, I heard him laughing, but the mug was still in my hand.

  Damn him.

  Pissed, I stomped across the room and flung open the door. It slammed behind me as I walked into the living room, still only wearing the sleep shorts and sports bra I’d put on after my shared shower with Nate. Amara and Cash were sitting on the couch, watching TV together.

  My best friend lifted her brows at me as I muttered to myself on my way to the kitchen, but Cash didn’t even spare me a glance as I’d expected he wouldn’t. Like he would even care if I walked around naked. That was a laugh. Cash Graves was too in love with Amara to see anyone but her.

  “You look like you want to kill someone,” Amara called out as I set the dirty mug in the sink and started running water to do the few dishes.

  “I might!” I called back.

  “Nate?”

  “Nate,” I confirmed, scrubbing the yolk off of the plate Nate had brought into the kitchen before showering.

  Amara walked into the kitchen and pulled out the jug of juice, her baby bump on display under the shirt that had gotten too tight recently. “What did he do?”

  “Same as always. Trying to tell me what I can and can’t wear.” I waved a sudsy hand at my current outfit. “Told me to put on some different clothes before I left my bedroom because Cash was here. Like he has the right to tell me what to do.”

  A thoughtful look was on her face as she lifted her glass of juice and took a long, thirsty swallow before setting the glass down. “Nate seems like a decent guy. When I’ve seen him at First Bass, he didn’t seem the kind to flirt with any piece of ass who gave him that look. He would get all snarly and possessive whenever you were around, though, which was really adorable if you ask me.”

  “There’s possessive, and then there’s being an asshole. He doesn’t own me, and he never fucking will.” Finishing the last dish, I turned on the water again to rinse them. “My career kind of demands that I wear my own creations. All of which are apparently not to his standards. But he can suck it, because I will not change who I am just to please him.”

  “You shouldn’t have to,” Amara agreed. “And I’m not telling you that you have to. All I’m saying is, it’s kind of cute the way he is when it comes to you.”

  “I don’t want cute. I want a guy who respects me enough not to care what I wear.” Placing the dishes on the drying rack, I faced her. “If he can’t accept that, then whatever the hell this is can end right now.”

  “R-E-S-P-E-C-T!” Cash sang out. “Preach it, Riley.”

  Snickering at him, I dried my hands. “You know, I wasn’t going to go out tonight, but I think I will now.”

  “First Bass?” Amara smirked.

  “In my newest dress.” My grin was wicked as I walked back through the living room.

  “Dreamer, Riley has that evil look in her eyes again,” Cash cried. “Come hold me. I’m scared.”

  “Fuck you,” I laughed on my way to my room.

  “We’re going with her,” I heard Amara inform him. “Whatever happens tonight, I want to be there to see it firsthand.”

  “Sounds like fun. I’ll see if Sin and the Blondes want to go too.”

  ◆◆◆

  We arrived at First Bass just after eleven that night. As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, I cursed my choice in shoes. Lacking in height, I had an array of shoes to help me get a few extra inches, but these bad boys were the tallest I had, giving me six more inches to play with.

  But they paired well with my dress, and I knew Nate would be picking his tongue up off the ground once he saw me.

  As soon as we reached the top floor, two loud wolf whistles rent the air, and I turned to grin at Aubree and London as they practically bounced over to us.

  “Holy fuck, but you’ve got my panties all kinds of wet just looking at you right now,” London announced loudly as she brushed her cheek against mine in greeting.

  Stepping back, I did a cute little turn to showcase the entire outfit, shimmying my chest and shaking my ass ever so slightly. “You like? I’m going to add it to the inventory if I get enough positive feedback.”

  “Bitch, I would buy that dress in a heartbeat,” Genesis assured me as she joined us. “Will it only come in black, or are you going to do a white one too?”

  I paused thoughtfully for a moment. “You think white will look good?”

  She nodded, her gaze raking over me with a critical eye. “Definitely. Maybe add a little gold belt to go with it. Pair it with some gold heels or flats. Toss a blazer over it, and you have a business outfit. Take it off, you’re ready to party hard at the end of the day.”

/>   “Gen, you ever decide you don’t want to be a sexy as fuck rocker anymore, and I’ll hire you in a heartbeat at the shop.” After I linked my arm through hers, we walked over to the balcony. Here was the perfect place to watch Nate work—and put myself on display a little without flaunting my arrival in his face.

  I was curious when he would spot me, or if he even would. It was Saturday and one of three busiest nights of the week. Thursdays were the busiest of them all because of the live music. We stood there for all of two minutes before a group of guys came up to us.

  Genesis barely got a hello out before she was making out with one of the actors. I shared a look with London and Aubree, all three of us rolling our eyes at how easy the Blonde was.

  “I couldn’t help noticing you when you came in,” the guy to my right commented as he leaned on the railing.

  I smiled at him, but it wasn’t anything other than polite. The guy, Jason Lowe, wasn’t my type in the least. For an A-list actor, he was on the short side of six feet, with dark-blond hair and dimples to die for. But rumor had it he was a narcissistic asshole who turned into a mean drunk after one too many.

  “You’re stunning, you know that?”

  Aubree threw her arm around my shoulder. “She’s aware,” the drummer assured him. “My girl here knows just how hot she is.”

  “Your girl?” Lowe asked, brows lifted, interest rolling off him and, now, his friends too. “You two are together?”

  “Why?” London chimed in with a sneer. “You want to watch?”

  “I want to join,” he countered with a chuckle, giving her a look he probably thought was sexy but was nothing but skeevy to me.

  “Sorry, no dick allowed.” Leaning in, London brushed her lips over the corner of my mouth, and I nearly giggled. Especially when the douchebag’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. When she lifted her head, she looked at him through her lashes. “But you can watch all you want.”

  “Fuck yeah,” his friend hooted. “Give us a show, baby.”