My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) by Alycia Taylor Page A

feeling; he seemed delighted by the deep guttural utterances
coming from my body. I sounded alien to my own ears. He slipped his hand up to
my breast and groped it as I started getting more into it; I began to push back
against him. That encouraged him to increase his speed and, once he did, he
encircled my chest with his arm and he drew my body back towards him. As he
quickened his pace, he twisted and pulled at my clit and pressed against it
with his thumb. I was writhing and shaking. He slid a hand up my body and
tilted my head slightly so that his mouth could reach mine. He let his tongue
delve into my mouth as he thrust up deeply inside of me, grunted loudly, and
came. I groaned and shuddered as another orgasm enveloped me.
    “Fuck,” we moaned in unison.
    As his grip on me loosened, I collapsed forward onto
the bed. Tristan fell against me and after a few seconds, he moved off of me to
one side. He still had his eyes closed as I snuggled up next to him and laid my
head against his chest. First, I could feel his heart beat as his chest rose
and fell rapidly. Then, I could feel the change in his breathing as it went
from desperate and ragged gasps to the calm and even breathing of someone in a
peaceful slumber. I closed my eyes and in seconds, I was asleep as well.

 
    CHAPTER
TEN
    TRISTAN
    I woke up with a screaming headache and a long
strand of dark hair across my face. I moved the hair and then realized I had a
strand in my mouth as well. Once I pulled it out, I realized that there
shouldn’t be any long, dark hair in my face at all.
    Shit! I fell asleep and let her spend the night.
    Never mind that she was the best piece of ass I’d
had in years—I didn’t want her getting all emotional and attached and thinking
this was anything more than it was: an occasional, mind-blowing fuck. I didn’t
have the patience for all that other shit that women wanted. The first thing
they always tried to do was change me. Subtle little hints that they thought I
drank too much or maybe snort too much coke. I’d gone through all of that shit
first with my grandma, and then with that bitch of a manager we had back in the
day. They thought rehab would fix me ,
but I never thought that I was broken. I tried it their way for a while,
wanting to please everyone, but no matter what I did, someone always wanted
more. I finally decided that the only person I needed to answer to was myself , and that I didn’t have a problem with alcohol or
drugs; they were the ones with the problem.
    I looked over at the dark haired beauty asleep next
to me. She was a surprise all right. I would have
thought this one would have been meek and shy, but once she got fired up she
was wild-cat in the sack. I liked that, but I still didn’t want her thinking
this was going to be a relationship or some stupid shit like that. They were all the same, and once she thought she
had a right, she’d be on my back like the rest of them. I pulled my arm out
from underneath her too fast, nearly rolling her off onto the floor.
    She jerked her big eyes open and looked at me. It
took her a few seconds to remember where she was, I think. She looked at me and
then around the room, all disoriented, then suddenly she smiled.
    That wasn’t a good sign. The next thing she’d want
to do was talk and ask me, “Where is this going?” Fuck
that. This was going nowhere, but I wasn’t in the mood to have that
conversation. It was time for the little vixen to go home.
    “Good morning,” she said in a sleepy voice. I felt
my cock twitch at the sound of it, but I had to ignore the horny bastard and
let my upper head stay in control of this one.
    “Hey,” I said. “You should be getting home.” I
didn’t see the point in dragging it out.
    She looked at me like I had suddenly grown an extra
head right in front of her, or like I’d punched her in the gut. I guess she’d never been kicked out first thing in the
morning before. She didn’t look like the type of girl to have