Cover Me(ROCK GODS)(13)

He kissed his way up her body and positioned his cock head against her tiny little slit.

"Kat?"

Her eyes fluttered open. Her mouth was open. She looked utterly wild and wanton. He groaned and started to ease his way inside her.

Her slick and silky walls were so tight that he had to go slow. At first. He knew that once he was fully inside her, all bets were off.





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Kat gasped as Bruce eased his way deeper inside her. She hadn't gotten a good look at his shaft, but she could tell it was big.

Really big.

She stared up at him. He was concentrating hard, watching her with those heavy lidded bedroom eyes. Jesus the man was sexy! No wonder she'd had such a hard time resisting him.

Thank goodness she'd finally stopped fighting it.

She'd never felt anything like this in her life. This much pleasure, this much desire… it was making it difficult to think. She'd certainly lost all sense of modesty. She wanted him too badly to be shy.

"Ohhh!"

She cried out as he slid in a bit further.

"Christ, Kat, you're so small. Unnfff… am I hurting you sweetheart?"

She shook her head breathlessly. No he wasn't hurting her. He was being so careful and slow. But she wanted him to go faster.

To take her. Hard.

She whimpered and felt her body squeeze down on him unconsciously. He groaned and sunk in a little deeper. And then her hips started to make small circles without her meaning to. Her body had taken over, pulling him inside her with every rotation.

"Oh God Kat. I can't- I can't-"

"Please!"

He moaned and lowered his head to her neck. His hands grasped her hips hard. And he started to move.

Oh dear lord, he started to move.

Slowly but firmly he slid into her depths until she felt the tip of his shaft touch her womb. She moaned in protest as he withdrew, but then he drove back into her completely. Again and again he pistoned his cock into her willing femininity.

But she wanted it harder. Much harder.

Bruce was staring into her eyes as he pumped her with his cock.

"Fuck!"

He stopped above her. Her whole body was screaming in protest at the interruption.

"What?"

"I forgot to put on a condom- hold on-"

He started to withdraw but she wrapped her legs around him.

"It's okay."

He stared down at her.

"I'm on the pill."

He moaned and leaned down to kiss her. And then he began again. This time his movements were less precise, more desperate. She could tell he wasn't going to be able to stop again if he wanted to.

Thank goodness for that.

Kat felt tremors starting to build in her limbs as she got closer. She hadn't felt anything like this before in her life. She knew she was going to climax and that it was going to be big. No, not big.

It was going to be epic.

"Oh God, oh God-"

She froze, her spine arching off the bed as she started to peak. She could see Bruce above her, watching her as he continued riding her through her orgasm. She fell back to bed, her whole body shaking.

His arms were around her as his body came even closer.

"I got you… it's okay…"

How had he known that the orgasm had shaken her to her core?

She felt so vulnerable and exposed, so incredibly open that it frightened her. And she could feel another orgasm building inside her.

"Oh God!"

His thick rod pulsed inside her as her body convulsed on his shaft. They were coming together this time, his essence adding to the sensation, allowing him to move faster inside her.

Her head was thrashing on the pillows. Her whole body felt like it was in the middle of a fireworks show. Still, he didn't stop.

He plunged into her again and again as he lost himself in his orgasm, just like she had done. Finally he collapsed on top of her, using his forearms to keep from crushing her completely with his weight. He was almost twice the size of her, so she appreciated the gesture.

That's with the tiny part of her brain that could still think.

He kissed her tenderly and rolled to the side, taking her with him. He was still inside her. Clearly he didn't want it to end any more than she did.

She never wanted it to end. Not just because the sex was so good. No, it was because she loved him.

She was in love with Bruce Harrison.

Oh no.

There was no denying it after what had just happened. She loved him. Now she was really in trouble.

Her head was spinning when Bruce started moving his hips. She gasped. He was getting hard again, still inside her. She gripped his shoulders as the sensations overtook her.

"Kat…"

"Oh God, yes."

They made love twice more before falling into a deep slumber. Slower the second time, but the third was just as desperate at the first time. She wondered how long they could sustain that level of passion. If it was longer than a few weeks, it would become difficult to get anything else done.

Not that she minded.

The floor to ceiling windows faced away from the sunrise, but as soon as the sky was light, she was awake. She was smiling as she watched Bruce sleep. He was so gorgeous. So kind. So talented.

And he was hers, at least for a little while.

She padded barefoot into the bathroom and looked at herself. She looked like a wanton. She smiled and washed her face, running her fingers through her hair.

They'd been planning on taking a shower together last night but they'd gotten, um, distracted. She smiled wider. It had definitely been worth the delay.

She'd make them both a cup of tea and then maybe they could get clean together, wash each other's backs... She tiptoed into the kitchen and pulled out the tea and two cups. That's when she saw it.

There was a note stuck under the door. She tugged it into the room and stared at it. It said Bruce's name written in a woman's cursive. And above that, was a big kiss in dark red lipstick.

A terrible feeling was forming in the pit of her stomach.

She knew she shouldn't open it.

The package felt heavy in hand. It wasn't just a note. There was something else in there.

It wasn't even sealed shut. She tilted it and she could see inside. Lace. There was something red and lacy inside.

She dumped the contents on the console table by the front door.

It was a thong. A red lace thong and a key card for a hotel room. There was a note too.



I'm still up if you're still interested.

-Barbara



Kat felt sick suddenly. He must have been on the brink of taking this girl home with him last night when she'd- when she'd- oh lord, she'd thrown herself at him!

She couldn't even blame him for this. She was the one who'd told him to look elsewhere. Apparently, he had. And then she'd gone and ruined everything.

This was the worst day of her life.

It had been the best night of her life.

But now it was over.

She had to leave. Her pride wouldn't allow her to take the humiliation. She wouldn't use Tommy as an excuse. He was doing so well now, they were nearly ready to send him home.

He might even be able to attend school this year.

She'd just tell the truth.

It was time to go home and get her head out of the clouds. The limelight was clearly not for her. Rock stars were definitely not for her. She'd fooled herself into thinking she could handle this last night but she'd been wrong.

She reached into the drawer and pulled out a pen and notepad.





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Bruce was thinking about picking out engagement rings when he woke up. He felt amazing. He knew his life was about to get a whole lot better, now that the beauteous Kat was in it. They'd move in together immediately. He'd postpone the rest of his tour. They'd honeymoon in Bora Bora.

Hell, maybe they should just get married today.

He rolled over.

The bed was empty. He reached out and patted the spot where she'd been curled up against him.

It was cold.

"Kat?"

Nothing. He knew she was gone before he put his feet on the floor. He knew it before he checked every room in the suite. He knew it in his bones.

A cold feeling was filling his chest. It felt like his heart was cracking into a million pieces.

He could feel it. Something was wrong. She was gone for good.

He was passing the front door when he saw it.

A note.

No. Two notes.

The first one was from a woman named Barbara. He felt irritated as he read it. He got notes like this all the time but he couldn't blame Kat for getting mad when she saw that.

It was the second note that made him feel like his blood was turning to ice.



Bruce,

I have to leave. I apologize for not finishing out the run of the show.

I don't blame you for this, I blame myself. You are who you are. I'm just not the kind of person who can handle sharing you with other women. Maybe I'm not strong enough. I had a wonderful time with you, on stage and last night.

Especially last night.

I'll never forget everything you've done for Tommy and me.

Please, take care of yourself.

-Kat



He closed his eyes and crumpled the note. Why hadn't she just waited for him to wake up? He could of explained- he didn't even know who Barbara was! Probably one of the fans he'd invited to the club last night.

Well, that plan had backfired. In a giant, horrible way. He smoothed out the note and read it again. Something else started to replace his regret.

Anger.

She'd run out on him again.

She didn't blame him for being a what? A man whore???

Still, he couldn't completely blame her for thinking that. His Kat was so proud. He couldn't expect her to understand that this was just part of his job now could he? And she'd thanked him for last night. He hadn't been imagining the incredible connection they had.

He crumpled the note again. There were only ten more shows in Vegas. They'd offered him a month long run in all the Hard Rock's around the world.