Ballad:Rockstar 05(25)

I hear Lucian growl behind me.

"I had a signing and I got caught up, Coley. I swear. I have our dinner  planned for an hour from now. It's all set up. I thought that'd give you  time to get ready without over-exerting yourself. I don't want you to  get tired or overdo it."

"I don't want you to be worried about me, Ben. I want to have you take  me, to ravish me with the intensity of a man who genuinely wants his  woman. I don't want your meaningless excuses. I saw you with them, how  you smiled, how you enjoyed their company. I've never seen you look at  me like that. Not once. I've seen sincerity and compassion, and what I  thought was possibly love but now know to be pity."

"Nicole-" he begins and I cut him off with a look.

"I want to be wanted and taken with all the passion that the man who  claims to care about me should have within himself. I don't think that's  too much to ask. I mean, I see you dish that shit out all the time to  strangers with just a look," I say and he flinches.

"I don't think you know what you're asking of me, Coley."

"I'm not asking for anything, Ben." I shrug. "I just thought you might  like to have some fun, but obviously you're not up for it."

I pause and look down at his erection straining behind his zipper.

I tilt my head to the side and it hits me. "Or maybe you are, but you're too afraid of anything more than a random fuck."

I give him one last look and shrug again as I turn around and head back toward Lucian, Justin, and Xander.

"Your loss," I call over my shoulder.

Chew on that a while rockstar.

I don't get but a foot away before a hand clamps over my upper arm and spins me back around. I'm too startled to speak.

"You're not going to dismiss me this time, Nicole. Not this time," Ben tells me, backing me up against the wall.

"You need to listen, and listen good because I'm fucking pissed and I  never want to talk about this again, got it?" he asks. When I don't  respond, he gives me a slight shake. "Got it?"

I nod.

"The reason why you haven't seen that look I give those other women is because none of them matter. You matter."

I snort and he gives me a look that has me shutting up.

"You fucking matter, Coley. You walked on that bus and got under my skin  and I haven't been able to shake you since. I don't want to shake you.  But I don't want to hurt you either. What you want me to do, to take you  the way I want, you'll be sore, bruised, and exhausted for days and I'm  not sure-"

"Dude," Xander cuts in. "Fucking take your woman up to her room and give  her what she wants. She may be sick but if she couldn't handle it, she  wouldn't be wanting it." He turns to me. "And if it gets to be too much,  she'll say stop," he questions and I nod.

"There you go, dickhead," Lucian tells him. "Either you treat her how  she deserves to be treated, or I will and you'll never get her back."

Ben's eyes narrow. "Keep dreaming, Cordero."

He dips down and throws me over his shoulder.

"You want it wild, you want it passionate? Here we go," he mutters as we walk past the guys. Xander lets out a whoop.         

     



 

We get to the front of the hotel and the doorman holds the door, a grin  on his face. I'm sure I look just lovely. My ass in the air and on  display for all the world to see.

"You want me to take you unrestrained? Fine," he says, talking more to  himself than to me and I want to laugh, but I don't. I just grin. The  elevator doors open and we step inside. Thankfully it's empty or I'd be  blushing right now with the things Ben's muttering.

"I'm going to take you every way I want to tonight and you're going to  let me. I'm going to lick your pussy and make you come again and again  until you're begging me for mercy. But this first time, I'm going to  fuck you until you're screaming my name," he tells me. "Give me your  room key."

I reach into my back pocket and hand it to him. He unlocks the door and  steps inside. He stops and the door closes behind us, silence greeting  us except for the faint sound of the traffic below.

"There's only one rule, Nicole, and you have to promise you'll follow it."

I nod against his back.

"If it becomes too much or you're tired or don't feel well, you'll tell  me. If you don't, I'll be majorly pissed off, so promise me you will."

I nod.

"The words, honey. I want the words."

I gulp. Holy Hannah. It looks like I'm going to get what I wanted after  all. He does want me. Me. The sick nobody from nowheresville who just  might be dying. I close my eyes and swallow back the emotion.

"I promise."

In the next instant he's striding down the hall at a breakneck pace,  then we're in the master bedroom, and I'm slowly set on the bed. I kneel  in front of him and his gaze pierces mine.

"I don't want you to ever doubt me again, Nicole. I get it. I do. But  when I told you it was you, I meant it. Never have I ever felt even  close to what I feel for you."

I swallow hard.

"You're right. I am scared. I'm scared because this isn't meaningless. This means everything and I don't want to fuck it up."

I open my mouth and he lifts a brow. I shut it.

"Take your shirt off, honey."

I feel the blush, but I do as he asks.

"I like that blush. That means very few men have seen you, otherwise  you'd be comfortable showing me your body," he says huskily. "Stand up."

I do as he asks and immediately wobble on the mattress. I grab onto his shoulders and he nods in approval.

"Kick those sexy as fuck shoes off," he tells me, and the platform  sandals hit the floor. I immediately feel the loss of the four-inch  heels. "How you don't break your neck walking in those things, I'll  never know and I don't care. Just keep wearing them."

I lick my lips and his gaze zeroes in on the movement. He lifts his index finger and traces the wetness on my lips.

"One day I'm going to fuck this pretty little mouth the way I've been  dreaming." He shakes his head. "So many times I've jacked off thinking  of these pink lips wrapped around my cock. So many times," he murmurs.

And then he loses it. He unsnaps my pants and pulls them down my legs,  throwing me off balance so I fall on the bed. He grunts and tosses the  pants across the room.

His shirt is nearly ripped in his rush to get it off. His belt holds him  up and he curses under his breath. I watch in awe as this beautiful man  bares himself to me. He kicks his boots off, then steps out of his  jeans.

I swallow hard when I see the outline of his erection through his boxer  briefs. He's so beautiful. He pulls his boxer briefs down and his hard  length dips down under the heavy weight.

"Last chance, Nicole. Do you want this-and when I say 'this' I mean you  and me forever. Once I have you there's no going back, not for either of  us," he tells me.

"Why?" I whisper, still not understanding how …

"Honey," he whispers, then comes to lay down beside me, his hand cupping my cheek. "Don't you know? Haven't you figured it out?"

I don't say a word, just hold my breath in anticipation.

His gaze locks on mine. "Why? Because I have no choice anymore, Nicole.  I'm in love with you and I have been for longer than I'll ever admit,"  he tells me with a soft chuckle.

I grin and stare at this gorgeous man through eyes blurred by tears.  "I-this is just so surreal," I admit. "Never in my wildest dreams … " I  trail off.

"Believe it. Please don't doubt me again. I don't ever say what I don't mean."

I lift a brow. "Oh, I don't know. There was a time or two when you said  you didn't want-" He cuts me off when his mouth slants across mine and  he kisses me. Not restrained. Not soft and gentle. No. This is the kiss  of a man who wants his woman. This is the kiss of a man who wants me.

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him back with equal fervor. He pushes  us up the bed so my head rests on the pillows and he looks down at me  before reaching beneath me and unhooking my bra. There is no asking.  There is only taking.         

     



 

In the next breath, he's whisking my panties down my legs. I kick them off my toe and onto the floor.

His eyes roam slowly over my body, taking in everything, and for the  first time in my life, I truly feel beautiful in the eyes of a man. This  man, as his eyes worship my body, steals more and more of my heart with  each minute that passes.

I lift up and kiss his lips, drawing out a groan from the man who is  about to become my lover. His hands cup my breasts softly, his thumbs  sliding across the tips causing me to gasp aloud.

"I like that sound. Let me hear you. I want to know I'm pleasing you,"  Ben tells me before slamming his mouth down over mine again, his tongue  caressing mine, and I involuntarily lift my hips against his. He growls.

The soft caress of his hand as it slides down my body draws out another  gasp. And when his fingers slip between my legs and he touches me, he  curses aloud when he feels my wetness.