“Please don’t make me regret it,” she whispered.

“No, never,” I vowed. “I love you, Harper. That isn’t exactly easy for me. Letting someone this close is terrifying.” I pulled back a little, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look down at her. “Remember the first time I kissed you and ran?”

She flinched but didn’t turn away from me as I had feared she would. “Yes…”

I raised a hand to push back a few strands of caramel hair that had fallen across her cheek. “It was because I was terrified of tainting your sweetness. My past… It isn’t pretty, baby. And not just because of the rock and roll lifestyle I’ve led for so long. There are things that… I was just a kid, but…”

Trembling fingers gently covered my lips. “You could never taint me, Shane. Never. I already knew about the girls. Lana wasn’t exactly unforthcoming about your background.”

I kissed her fingers and carefully pulled them away. “No, I didn’t think she would be.” Harper hadn’t cared about that and it only made me love her more. But it was the other things that I feared would leave her sickened by me. “When I was a kid… I was abused.”

Violet eyes darkened. “Like Emmie?” she whispered.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. “No, baby, not like Emmie.”

I still held onto her fingers, so I knew when she realized what kind of abuse I was alluding too. The warmth seemed to seep from her hand, the tips starting to tremble. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet her gaze. The tears building in her sweet gaze tore me apart, her quivering chin breaking my heart.

“Wh-who?”

“My stepdad.”

A sob escaped her and I pulled her against my chest. “No,” she whispered. “No. I… I’m sorry!” I waited for her disgust but it never came. At least not disgust for me.

Over the next hour we talked about my past. For the first time in my life I told the whole story, something I hadn’t even told Drake and Emmie. It was hard, for both of us, but we held each other as I got it all out. How Rusty had come to my room one night when Drake was gone for a week at band camp. The pain and humiliation of that horrible night…

“I hate to even touch myself,” I whispered into her hair. “My hands are rough, like his were.”

“So…” She paused and cleared her tear clogged throat. “You’ve never..?”

I shook my head. “Never.”

Slowly, she raised her head. Her glasses were streaked with tears, and she took them off, tossing them on the bedside table. I watched, a little anxious as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hands combed through her long, caramel hair, and a shaky sigh escaped her. For a long moment she sat there, not moving, not speaking, and I grew worried that I had killed her desire for me.

But then she reached for the edges of her camisole and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. When she turned around to face me, her eyes were bright with determination…and passion. “I want to erase all of those memories for you. I want to take away the pain.”

Relief washed over me and I pulled her back into my arms. “You do that every time you are in my arms.”

“Then I will have to make sure I never leave them.” Her lips caught mine in perhaps the gentlest kiss we had ever shared. It took my breath away.

The kiss lasted forever, but I didn’t want it to ever end.

Silky fingertips traced over my skin from my face to my waist, learning me like I had tried to learn her. When she broke the kiss, I felt lost for a moment before those hot, damp lips kissed a path down to my chest. Lips like satin settled over my heart, leaving me breathless for another reason altogether. Violet eyes rose to meet mine as she kissed my heart again. Just as she had given me her trust last night, I could see that she was giving me something even more special in this moment.

They weren’t the words that I wanted to hear, but this would do. Seeing the love shining at me from those purple depths would definitely do!

Harper let her kiss trail lower, her little tongue dipping for a second into my naval, making me aware that she was indeed learning what I liked. Her perfect little tits brushed over my thighs, the hard nipples combing through the rough hair on my legs. Silky hair tickled across my abdomen as her head traveled lower, and I couldn’t hold back the groan when her hot breath whispered over the head of my aching dick.

I reached for her hair, pulling it to one side so I could see her face as she kissed the tip of my weeping cock then slid her tongue down the length. Fuck! Could there ever be a sexier sight than this girl sucking on my cock?

When she reached the base, she sucked my balls into her mouth. There was a delicate pop as she released them carefully. “I want to kiss your hurt away.”

All I could do was nod because my throat was suddenly too dry, too tight. There was no way of describing this moment between us. Sweet. Beautiful. Full of love and, yes, passion. But those words couldn’t fully describe the feeling in my heart as she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. It couldn’t come close to explaining how in awe I was. Harper kissed every inch of my cock, kissed and licked my balls until I didn’t know if I was even still breathing.

She paused and took hold of my right hand. Her lips kissed my palm, the thick calluses left on my thumb from years of playing the guitar. I jerked as she guided my hand to my dick and cupped my fingers around the shaft.

“Look at me, Shane,” she instructed in that soft, sweet voice of hers. “Don’t look away.”

The first guided stroke made me a little less hard, just a little. I wanted to look away, to let go of my dick, but her hold on me was stronger than those needs. Her fingers kept their firm yet gentle hold on mine and increased the pace of our strokes. That sexy as sin mouth lowered over the tip, and I went completely rock hard once more.

The sweetness of the moment was still there, but as she sucked me and guided me to jack the shaft of my dick, I went mindless. It felt so good, so fucking good. The pace was too slow and I increased it without her help, without her hand holding mine. I tightened my fist, pumping harder into the hot cavern of her mouth. My dick grew thicker and longer in my hand, and still I didn’t slow the pace.

Harper raised her head and kissed me, holding on to my shoulders as I jerked myself off for the first time in my life.

I could feel the release building, and with a shout of her name I exploded. It sprayed over her stomach, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she deepened the kiss, rubbing her stomach against mine as she spread my release over us both. We slid together perfectly and without even thinking about it, I thrust my still hard dick deep inside of her.

“Yes!” she cried, her head tossed back. Her hair flew back over her shoulders, leaving it wild and untamed. So fucking sexy! “Harder!” she commanded.

I sat up with her still in my arms, my dick deep inside her tight pussy. Her arms held on to my shoulders, and I cupped her perfect ass as I thrust faster. Her muscles contracted around my cock, letting me know that she was getting close. She was so hot, so tight, and I needed her to come for me before I could let myself join her.

I licked my finger and then skimmed it down her ass before gently thrusting it into her most forbidden of passages. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract, and I was rewarded with her pussy convulsing as she came apart in my arms.

“Shane!” The way she screamed my name drove me crazy. She scratched her nails over my shoulders and that pleasure filled pain sent me flying over the edge. 

Chapter 18

Harper

While Shane showered I went in search of coffee and something sweet to eat. I was starving and couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten. Dinner last night had completely killed my appetite, but after the morning Shane and I had just had, I was ravenous.

Dallas was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in, her phone in hand as fingers moved with quick, sure movements. Her head snapped up when she heard me, and I saw the look in her eyes. She looked a little guilty and I realized that she must have known about Shane’s dinner plans.

“Well…” I muttered as I crossed to the coffee pot and poured a bigger than normal cup. “You suck.”

“I’m sorry, Harp.”

“You should be. Don’t you think you should have warned me what I was walking into last night, Dallas?” I demanded, turning to face her.

“No, because then you wouldn’t have faced them. You would have just kicked his ass out.” She grimaced. “And you really needed to deal with your mom, Harp.”

I glared at her for another long moment before sitting down beside her at the table. “I know. I stood up to her last night…”

Dallas’s eyes widened and then she grinned. “Good. I’m glad. You should have done that years ago.”

“You still should have told me,” I grumbled under my breath before taking another swallow of my hot coffee.

“I swear it won’t happen again.” Dallas tossed her phone aside, giving me her full attention now. “So, how did it go? I know the rock star is here. I think the whole fucking building knows that he’s here after this morning. Things couldn’t have gone that badly.”

For the next ten minutes I told her all about the evening before. Dallas listened intently while I filled her in on the disastrous dinner, the arrival of Emmie, and then getting home to find Shane had run the entire way. When I was done, because there really wasn’t anything she needed to know about what came after, Dallas shook her head. “Sounds like he has it bad.”

“He says he loves me,” I confided.

“Yeah, I know. I see it in his eyes.” Dallas gave me a small smile. “Apparently not all rockers are complete douchebags.”

I raised a brow, wondering about her own rocker romance. “How are things with Axton? Have you spoken to him since the other night?”

Slim shoulders lifted in a shrug and she grimaced again, causing her Monroe piercing to lift with the motion. “He’s called and left a few texts, but I’m not really worried about answering him back. He really isn’t worth my time.”

“So you don’t know if he really hooked up with Gabriella at that party or not?”

Dallas stood and went to the fridge to take out a bottle of diet Coke. “I know he did, so it doesn’t matter. He loves her.”

I didn’t know what to think. I had seen Axton with Dallas only once, but I knew that he felt something stronger for her than just lust. Still, she knew him better than I did, so I wasn’t going to put my foot in it. If Dallas wanted to call it quits with Mr. Rock God, then that was her choice.

My phone buzzed with an email, and I glanced down at it to find it was from my new boss. I frowned as I read the document and then muttered a curse. “Well there goes my plans,” I grumbled.

“What?”

“My boss wants me to handle a story that someone else refused to do.” I stood, coffee in hand. “I don’t care, but good grief. A little more than an hour’s notice would’ve been nice.”

Shane was just coming out of the bathroom when I entered my bedroom. He had a pair of basketball shorts on and nothing else as he used a towel to dry his hair. “You look grumpy.”

I blew out a frustrated breath. “Yeah, I kind of am. I have to work. Guess we won’t be going shopping after all.”

Shane tossed the towel aside and reached for me. Dropping a tender kiss on my lips, he let his hands rub down my back and over my hips. Strong fingers gripped my ass hard through my sleep shorts. “Don’t be disappointed. I’ll take care of everything, and we can do something tonight.”

I smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. We can’t really go out to that kind of store, not without some tabloid picking up the story. I don’t want you exposed to that shit, so we will have to go a more discreet direction.”

I was curious now. “How so?” I thought we would just find a local porn shop and buy everything that looked like fun, but I was kind of clueless about what those things might be.

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful. Just trust me to guide you.” He kissed me, lingering for just a minute before stepping back. “Text me and let me know when you’re finished and I’ll pick you up. In the meantime I’ll go check on Lana.”

Curiosity ate at me all afternoon as I traveled uptown to the hotel where some band was staying today, and today only, before heading off for a three month long tour across the Midwest. The band proved to be difficult to question for the interview, but I somehow got through it and got some good pictures that I sent to my boss.