Phoenix Rockstar (Book One in the Erotic Rockstar Series) by Bec Botefuhr Page A

damaged me.”
    “I damaged you, didn’t I?”
    I sigh, rubbing my head. “Look I won’t lie, you tore my heart out Trav, but it wasn’t just you. Alot lot happened after you left and it all damaged me in some small way.”
    “Mischief, I want you and I won’t give up. I am possessive, jealous and crazy when I want something the way I want you. Let me have you, god, give me a chance.”
    “It’s dangerous Trav, if Chief finds out you know what he will do. You don’t have to be a part of the club to have that rule applied to you, nobody touches me, and that includes you.”
    “I will risk it,” He whispers, stroking my cheek. “Because you have haunted me for four years and I am not letting you go again.”
    His words crush me and tug at things I have shoved into the deepest, darkest parts of my soul.
    “I can’t say no to you,” I whisper back. “I just can’t.”
    “Then don’t.”
    “I need you Trav; I have needed you for so long.”
    “I am yours, just say yes Mischief…say yes…say yes.”
    “Yes.” I say, and his lips are on mine before I can say anymore.
    With a flick of a button the room darkens as the windows frost over, allowing us some privacy. The door is closed, but I hear it lock. Oh…Travis leans up and kisses me, driving his tongue into my mouth with skill and precision. I groan and grip his shoulders, letting him kiss me harder, hotter. He moves his lips down my neck, suckling on my skin and making little swirls with his tongue. When he reaches my breasts, he grips my blouse and yanks it open.
    “Trav here?”
    “Here, I need to taste you. I have needed this for so long…god you are so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect.”
    He drags his tongue over the swell of my breasts, then reaches around to unclip my bra. When it slides down, he hisses and pulls a hardened nipple into his mouth. I moan and tangle my fingers through his hair as heat courses through my body. When he swaps to the other nipple, I feel electric bolts surging through my veins. He reaches down and grips my hips, lifting me and depositing me on the desk. He shoves a bunch of papers out of the way and slides me back.
    “Spread your legs for me, I need to see your beautiful pussy.”
    I feel heat rising in my cheeks, but I do as he asks. He grips my knees and spreads my legs, then grips hold of my panties and slides them down. I can feel my heart hammering against my ribcage as he tosses my panties and edges my legs further apart. He makes a ragged, husky sound and stares up at me.
    “Fuck. That is the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.”
    “Trav.” I whimper, desperate.
    His head is right there between my legs, he is still sitting on his chair making me that much higher than him. He slides his fingers into my sex and strokes; I cry out and my head falls back. He swirls his thumb around my clit, then inserts two fingers. I tense a little at the pressure, but that is soon replaced with wild pleasure. When he leans in and grips my hips, yanking them forward, I whimper.
    His tongue hits my flesh and everything in my world stops. I have never been licked before. I bite down on my cheek to keep from screaming as Travis swipes his tongue up and down my flesh, slowly, painfully. I plead and squirm, lifting my hips in an attempt to force him deeper. He chuckles and the vibrations shoot right through me.
    “Travis,” I cry. “Please.”
    “Please what?”
    “Please, don’t stop.”
    “Stop…what?”
    He stops licking me and I whine, gripping his arms and glaring at him.
    “Stop what Mischief?”
    “Don’t make me say it.” I pant.
    He grins at me, and his grin tells me he won’t go further until I say it. I close my eyes and mumble. “Please don’t stop licking me…”
    “What, I can’t hear you?”
    “Travis.”
    “Violet.”
    “Lick me Travis, fucking lick me before I kick your sorry ass from here…”
    He leans in again and swipes his tongue over my clit, harder and faster this time. I am so