Buried Notes (Brothers of Rock #4) (6 page)

“Okay,” Chris said. “I would
never...”

“I just didn’t want you to think
I’m some bar chick or whatever,” Becky said. “I don’t do this kind of stuff.
But I went there and she ordered that lame strawberry drink. When I saw the guy
ready to kill you, something came over me. You were a sexy rockstar and there
was a fruity drink to throw at you. I put it together. And that meant my ex’s
new thing wouldn’t get her weak drink.”

Chris started to smile. “Well, I’m
glad you were there.”

“You mean that?” Becky asked.

“Of course. I’d have gotten my ass
kicked. Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

“Fine. Definitely. Aside from that,
Becky, this is has been an interesting night... I like it. I was sitting on the
tour bus bored and now I’m anything but.”

Becky nodded. “I’m glad you’re here
right now.”

Chris touched Becky again, he had
to. He touched her arms then her wrists. As his fingertips moved to her fingers,
he opened her hands, sliding his fingers in between hers.

“I have to stay now,” Chris said.
“I’m almost naked and have no ride.”

“That’s the best news I’ve heard
all night.”

Becky moved her hand and Chris saw
where she was going. She wanted to take his towel off. Against every urge he
felt, he stopped Becky. She looked at him, teetering between hurt and anger.

“I have to go tomorrow,” Chris
whispered. “We have a show...”

“I’m not asking you to marry me,”
Becky said. She moved to her toes, locking her eyes were locked with his. “But
I am asking you to take me into my bedroom.”

(8)

Becky pulled the towel off Chris
and he lifted her off her feet. It was a little awkward, being totally naked
and carrying a clothed woman to her bedroom. As rockstar-ish as it sounded,
Chris was used to the opposite. He was used to being the one dressed and the
women being naked.

But change never killed anyone, and
it wouldn’t kill anyone tonight. It might hurt in the morning, staring at
Becky, knowing he’d have to leave, but right then Chris didn’t care.

He took Becky into her room and
when her feet touched the floor, his hands went to work. Her shirt was barely
off her fingers before he touched her pants. The few flicks of  his wrists and
he had his hands against her hips, touching her panties, guiding her pants
down. Becky looked at him, almost flustered, looking like she was desperate to
come up with something to say. Chris just gently shook his head. He put his
hands to Becky’s face and held her. She stepped out of her pants, remaining in
just bra and panties.

Chris didn’t want to say anything
to ruin the moment. He smiled and Becky gave him a nervous smile of her own.
Chris pressed his lips to Becky’s. They kissed over and over, Chris slowly
offered his tongue, tasting the sweetness of Becky’s thin lips.

Chris ran his fingertips along
Becky’s silky shoulders and down her back. He felt her shiver and tasted her as
she moaned into his mouth. He was harder than ever by then, unable to control
what her body wanted. Not that he had to worry about it, Becky had obviously
made her position quite clear.

She wanted Chris.

And Chris wanted her.

His fingers moved along the lines
of her bra and he skipped the clasp, teasing Becky. He kept going, following
down to the small of her back. He pulled then, forcing Becky tight against his
body. Their mouths opened and the hot kiss suddenly got hotter. Becky had her
hands at Chris’s sides, holding tight, digging her nails into his skin when he
touched all the right spots.

At her panties, Chris didn’t stop.
His hands went in and he cupped her behind, pulling Becky to her toes. He
thrust at her. Then his hands came around, one hand stopping at Becky’s hip,
the other still moving. At the front of Becky, his fingers found soft, smooth
skin that lead to her delicate center. Becky slightly parted her legs, just
enough to allow Chris to touch her. With one finger he guided between Becky’s
softness and touched her. She moaned again and Chris groaned. His entire body
ached for her.

Their kiss came to an end and Becky
took a small step back and looked down, eyeing Chris’s hands in her panties,
one hand between her legs. She looked at him and reached back, unsnapping her bra.
She moved her arms and let her bra fall forward. The sight of her breasts,
their warm color, pink rose nipples, small and erect, was all Chris could
handle. His hands were suddenly back in control. He grabbed Becky’s panties and
forced them down. She cried out at the sudden change of pace. Chris then
grabbed her backside again and lifted her.

Chris dropped Becky to the bed and
guided Becky’s bra off the rest of her arms and threw it to the floor. He then
set his sights to her panties, sliding them down her legs further until she was
able to kick them off. Chris watched the way Becky’s body moved, looked, felt.
His hands couldn’t explore her enough. And it wasn’t just at the most sensitive
of areas either. From the silky feel of her legs, up to her hips, to her arms,
and finally to her face. His eyes devoured her, memorizing her body, the way
she breathed, the look in her eyes, the way she kept her left leg slightly bent
as if she were just the slightest bit self conscious about her body.

Everything about it was perfect.

Everything about Becky was
beautiful.

Chris kissed her again and Becky
put a hand to the back of his head, wanting him to stay just like that. Her
other hand started at Chris’s shoulder but quickly slid down his back. She
pushed at his lower back, letting him know that she wanted him. Chris lowered
himself gently, not wanting to force Becky into anything. Then it occurred to
him that he actually cared about how Becky felt. That, if she asked, he would
have stopped dead in his tracks and did anything she asked him to do.

But Becky didn’t stop him.

When Chris touched her warm center,
Becky sighed into his mouth and she planted her feet hard against the bed. She
lifted herself, guiding Chris into her. Her hand pushed at his lower back again
and Chris finally gave up and offered all of himself to Becky. He came down
with force, fully entering Becky.

She let out a cry and Chris pulled
back, putting his hands to the bed, wanting to watch Becky’s sexy body and
beautiful face. He slowly guided himself out and right back in. Becky looked at
him, her eyes full of pleasure and need.

Becky’s hands were then at Chris’s
sides, near his backside, playing and teasing, clawing at him when he thrust
hard, pushing at him when he didn’t thrust hard. Chris stayed with Becky,
giving her everything she wanted and needed. But he had to fight his own urges in
order to keep pleasuring Becky. It was well worth it to watch Becky lift her
body for him, arch her back when he sped up, and feel her nails digging at him.
Chris was soon on his knees, his hands sliding along Becky’s body. At her
breasts, he paused so his fingers touched her, feeling and savoring the
hardness and softness of her nipples. He loved the way Becky gripped the bed
sheets, moving her own body as fast as she could.

When Becky finally reached up and
touched Chris’s face, he moved back down to her. She wrapped her legs around
Chris’s body, keeping him in place. The moment grew intense. It was both sensual
and romantic the way Becky touched his face and stared into his eyes. They
spoke without saying a word, their bodies providing everything they needed for
each other.

Chris could see the burning desire
deep within Becky. Maybe this was her way of chasing away fresh pain on an old
memory. Fair enough. But what struck him was how he felt. Without the usual
sting of a buzz rolling through his body, numbing anything he didn’t want to
face, his heart felt ten times larger, racing like he had fallen hard and fast
for someone. Better yet, he didn’t want it to end. The ultimate climax came for
Becky, her hands now at Chris’s back. Her nails digging harder than ever. Her
back arching, forcing her breasts to push up, leaving Chris with a hunger he
needed to satisfy before it ended. As he teased Becky’s nipples she began to
come harder, her body pulsing and throbbing against him, wanting him to do the
same.

“Oh, Chris,” Becky moaned, the
first words spoken in what felt like hours.

Chris responded with a grunt and
then as Becky straightened her back, Chris came down to her body hard and
buried his face into the curve of her neck. He smelled her hair, her skin. His
tongue flicked, tasting the night, the bar, her perfume, her desperation, her
sweat. He thrust hard at Becky, feeling his legs tightening. His tongue made a
quick line along her neck to her throat. He followed up to her chin and as his
top lip touched her bottom lip he began to come.

With one more deep thrust, Chris
held himself deep within Becky, releasing.

They kissed long after both their
bodies began to relax and when Chris finally moved from Becky’s body, she
turned to her side to face him.

They kissed again.

Soft, gentle kisses.

Flirting kisses.

They both smiled and then started
to laugh, for no reason at all.

“Wow,” Becky whispered.

“Wow is right,” Chris said. “Hope
that takes the sting off anything you’re feeling.”

Becky kissed him and whispered,
“It’s perfect... I don’t feel a thing...”

Chris rolled to his back and pulled
Becky to him. Her head rested on his chest and that’s where the night began to
come to an end. The high of the show had long worn off, but the high of Becky
was fresh, leaving his heart bouncing.

He held Becky and he had no idea
why, but he didn’t want to let her go. It was the only time since Chasing Cross
had their first official practice that Chris didn’t want to be near the band.
That he had something else to be interested in.

And it scared the hell out of him.

Morning came way too soon and Chris
woke to find Becky on her left side, her back towards him. The covers were down
to her elbow and he couldn’t help himself as he lifted the covers and took a
peak at the rest of the beautiful woman he had shared a bed with. The subtle
curve of her hip. The roundness of her backside. He leaned forward and kissed
Becky’s shoulder. He leaned a little more and caught her smiling.

She was awake.

Then from the corner of his eye he
saw the clock next to the bed.

“Shit,” he whispered.

“I know,” Becky said. “Your tour
bus...”

“We’re cutting out... well, soon as
I get back,” Chris said. “I’m going to take hell for this.”

“Totally worth it though,” Becky
whispered.

She rolled to her back and casually
left the sheets where they were, leaving her breasts exposed for Chris’s
enjoyment. His left hand was busy propping his head up but his right hand did
not hesitate to touching one of Becky’s breasts. His fingertips glided around
her nipples and then he cupped her, smiling as his eyes met hers again.

“Totally worth it,” he whispered
and moved down for a kiss.

Becky turned her head and Chris
found her cheek. It wasn’t what he wanted and when he pulled back, he opened
his hand.

“Becky...”

“I have to get you back to your
bus,” she said.

“Okay. If last night...”

“I slept with the bassist from
Chasing Cross,” Becky said. “What else could I ask for in a wild night?”

Becky smiled. It told Chris
everything he needed to know. He was the one being used last night, not that it
was a bad thing. He had no commitment to Becky. His commitment was to the four
guys on a tour bus, waiting for him.

“Glad I could be here,” Chris said.
“I’m sure you have enough to get back at that ex of yours.”

“Screw him,” Becky said. “This
story is all mine.”

Chris laughed and climbed over
Becky. He moved slow, an obvious kind of slow, just in case there was the
smallest chance at all of something happening again. When their eyes met as
Chris’s body hung over Becky’s, he could feel it all again. Just like last
night. Something that went beyond the lust of the moment or the passion of what
the sex meant to both of them.

The seconds ticked along, each one
making it more and more impossible to find the right words to say.

When Chris’s foot touched the floor
it signaled the actual end of it all. The moment was intensely bittersweet. It
wasn’t that he was leaving Becky because he had some job he hated. Or something
else out there waiting he wasn’t sure of. He was leaving to get on a tour bus
and head northwest to Nevada for another set of shows. One show in Reno, a big
show in Vegas, and then back to California to wrap up the current leg of the Chasing
Cross tour. It was everything he wanted in life, but as he looked over his
shoulder and snuck more than one peek at Becky as she dressed herself, he
started to wonder if he wanted more.

The thought was sudden and scary. However,
Chris blamed it on the fact that he had not only met a beautiful woman, she was
naked, gave him a big, warm bed to sleep in, and was also very cool and
understanding of everything.

“Let’s get moving,” Becky said as
she pulled her hair from her shirt.

She put on the same clothes from
the night before.

Something about it was really sexy
to Chris. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was because the women that
flocked to the band were usually fake. Fake in everything they did. But nothing
about Becky seemed fake.

Once they got in Becky’s car, she
turned and looked at Chris.

“You have until we get to your tour
bus to tell me what’s going on in your head,” she said. “Or else you’ll regret
it forever.”

“Tell you what?” Chris asked.

“Come on,” Becky said. “I’m not an
idiot. If you keep staring like you are, you’re going to start to drool.”

Chris snickered and looked forward.

What was he supposed to say to
Becky right then? What was the protocol for this?  Hookups and one night stands
seemed to be part of the job. Hell, they were one of greatest perks of the job
and it only made it better that Chris was the rockstar. If he woke up with
someone next to him, that person understood it was their time to leave. Each
woman had a hell of a story to tell all her friends. No matter what anyone did,
she could say she slept with someone from Chasing Cross.

But with Becky it was completely
different.

He had been in her apartment.

He had touched her and held her
like he hadn’t done to someone in a long time, maybe even ever. Now he had to
endure the car ride back to the tour bus. Sure, he could have called a cab,
right? He could have found a way to get in contact with Peter or the guys in
the bus. But the honest fact was that he didn’t want to leave Becky so soon.

At all.

“You know, this is a strange
feeling,” he finally said as Becky drove.

“What is?”

“The morning after stuff never
bothers me... but with you, it kind of does.”

“That’s just because I saved your
life last night,” Becky said. “You probably would have married me last night if
I wanted it. Right?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, you’re
probably right. Thankfully we didn’t meet in Reno or Vegas then.”

“Is that where you’re going next?”
Becky asked.

“Yes,” Chris said. “We’ve been on
the road for almost a year with only a few breaks here and there to record our
next album. We’re going through Nevada to California and then working our way
home.”