High Strung (Power Station Book 1) (15 page)

“How do you get home?” Dan stopped chewing and looked at me seriously for the first time since I’d met him.

“I take the subway, sometimes a cab.” I grabbed a napkin out of the now empty bag and wiped off my hands. Damn, no more hot dogs.

“Okay, how about this? You give me a call when you’re working nights and I’ll pick you up.” He shoved the last of his dog into his mouth.

“What, you running a car service now? Don’t you have important rock star shit to do? Thanks for the offer but I’m okay.” I couldn’t help but laugh. The thought of Dan waiting for me at the end of my shift and wondering how that would fit into his touring schedule, not to mention the scores of other women I had no doubt he attracted. I handed him a napkin.

“Ash, I’m serious. Don’t take unnecessary risks. A friend of mine was hurt really badly not that long ago. Some asshole attacked her and she thought she was okay, too. I’m not saying that shit will happen, I’m just saying don’t give it a chance to happen.” He grabbed my arm, forcing me to look at him. “Call me. I will pick you up. I don’t give a fuck what time it is, it will save you pranking me when you get home.” His mouth curled slowly into a smile.

I knew what he was talking about. The
friend
in question had been Alex Stone’s wife and their PR manager, Lexi Reed. It had made news when an ex-boyfriend had apparently stalked her and raped her in her Australian apartment. She had been beaten pretty badly, too, spending a lot of time in the hospital. I hadn’t really given it much thought with celebrity news so far removed from my normal boring life. I guess you don’t ever really see the human side to those stories, it was just more headlines. I was ashamed to admit, I had actually forgotten. Her violent attack had been relegated to old news that no longer seemed relevant. Not that she would ever forget, even if the world had.

I was genuinely concerned but didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by talking about it. “I’m sorry, Dan. I hope your friend is okay.” I knew it was probably a no-go zone.

“She is. You going to call?” He leveled me with a stare, he wasn’t kidding.

“Fine, if it will make you happy.” It didn’t seem like he would be letting it go unless I agreed. I knew I probably wouldn’t call but it was easier to appease him than to tell him that. Strangely, it was touching he cared so much.

“It will. Are you done?” He tossed his napkin into the paper bag before angling it towards me.

“Yeah, thanks for the dog. I was actually pretty hungry.” I bunched up the napkin and threw it into the bag.

“I know, I think they heard the growl of the wildebeest in Queens.” He bit back a grin, instantly lightening the mood.

“Ass. I’m going to get some sleep now. Thanks again.” I stood up, ready to walk him to the front door.

“Yeah sleep sounds good.” He lifted himself off the coach and stretched, moving toward my bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” I grabbed his arm stopping him from going any farther.

“I’m coming to bed,” he explained, clearly puzzled as to why it was a discussion.

My eyes widened from hearing his plan. “You are not coming to bed with me.” He couldn’t come to bed with me, could he? No. He shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. We should definitely not do that.

“Why, I swear I won’t touch you. Even if you beg me like you did last night.” He honestly seemed perplexed as to why it was an issue, like it hadn’t occurred to him what might actually happen if we were in bed together. Obviously I was the only one thinking about it, and here I was thinking he was the one with the dirty mind.

“Dan, you can’t just show up here and climb into my bed.” I tried to rationalize, my resolve waning. I wanted him in bed with me, I did. I just didn’t want to have to admit it. Not to myself and least of all not to him.

“Listen, Ash, we can argue about it for the next hour but we are both tired and I proved to you last night I’m not a scumbag. Just sleep. I promise.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down the hallway. He wasn’t going to let up and I knew he probably would stand there and argue until he finally wore me down. One thing I’d learned about Dan, when he felt strongly about something he didn’t budge, and I knew the only way I was going to be getting any sleep tonight would be with him beside me.

“I’m bringing the bat,” I warned, though I left it safely leaning up against the wall as I allowed him to drag me into my bedroom.

“Okay, slugger, whatever gets your rocks off, but if it’s a homerun you’re looking for I think I’m probably better equipped.”

“Do those lines ever work?” I shook my head, not believing he actually said stuff like that. I released myself from his grasp and slid into bed.

“Ninety percent of the time. You’d be surprised actually.” He toed off his boots and pulled off his jacket.

“Hold on a second. What are you doing?” I sat up, watching wide-eyed as he continued his strip show, peeling off his T-shirt before moving to his socks.

“Getting undressed, I can’t sleep in my clothes.” His hands moved to his belt before unbuttoning his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.

I heard my voice waver as I stared at him, all that sexy inked skin on display throwing off my game. “Don’t even think about taking off the boxers.”

“Relax. You talk too much.” He slid into bed beside me, thankfully leaving his boxers on. I couldn’t help but want to see what was underneath.

I turned onto my side, knowing there was no way I was going to be able to sleep if I kept looking at him. I felt the mattress compress as he nestled beside me. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer.

“Dan,” I whispered. “Your hand is on my ass.”

“Old habits.” He chuckled as his mouth pressed up against my neck. He slowly moved his hand to my hip. “Shhh. Go to sleep.”

I allowed him to hold me, feeling his warmth and his scent as my eyelids started to droop. Instinctively I moved closer against him so our bodies were pressed against each other. My thoughts floated back to what I had been doing before Dan had interrupted me. The need had not gone away. If anything, with this new development, it had intensified. I tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs by squeezing my eyes shut and trying to think about something else. Anything other than the hardening length that was poking me in the ass.

I turned, knowing it was not only a bad idea but that his erection would now be poking in an entirely different area. I shouldn’t have turned. What I should have done was go to sleep. But I didn’t and now it was too late.

“Ash?” Dan’s hooded eyes opened slightly wider as I wrapped my arms around him.

“Shhh. Go to sleep.” I pressed my mouth against his, my tongue teasing the seam of his lips.

“I can’t, if you keep doing that.” He moved his hands back down to my ass. “Ash, what are we doing here?”

“I just want to kiss you.” My lips traveled down his neck, as my hands moved along his strong, corded arms. If my body had a game plan it hadn’t bothered to share it with my brain. I was winging it and had no idea on how far I was willing to let this go.

I slowly kissed my way back up to Dan’s lips, and he seized the opportunity intensifying the kiss. “Ashlyn.” He moaned as his tongue swirled inside my mouth. He rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. We continued to kiss, as frenzied hands pushed and pulled as we rocked against each other. I felt his cock lengthen as he moved me up against it. Its hardness giving me the sweet friction I craved.

Dan’s hands moved to the hem on my tank top, pushing it up my body to expose my skin.

“No.” My hand flung down to his, stopping the cotton from revealing more. “No sex, just kissing.”

“Can’t I even have a look?” Dan’s wicked smile teased at the corners of this mouth.

“No.” I laughed as I moved my lips back to his mouth and kissed him again. He took over, pulling at my bottom lip and dominating my mouth.

It was amazing. It was better than amazing. I had never been kissed like that. It wasn’t
nice
or
sweet
; it was passionate and intense and made me feel like nothing else mattered outside of what we were doing. As if the world could stop moving and I would no longer care. In fact, who needed the earth’s revolutions? The tumbling I had going on in my head was more than enough for me. Right now. At this moment. Nothing else mattered.

Dan groaned as he pushed his hardness against me, hitting me square between the legs. I gasped as he rubbed against me, the thin fabric of his boxers and my pajamas the only barrier between us. I felt something building, my body responding to his. I didn’t want it to stop and I wasn’t sure I should keep going. It felt so good. So very, very good. My nipples hardened under my tank top as he rubbed them against his broad chest. Our kiss deepened and he grabbed my ass underneath my shorts, guiding me as I grinded along his length. His fingers teased at the edges of my panties. His skin touching mine was electrifying. Caught somewhere between frustration and euphoria, I had never felt so alive. My heart was beating so fast and I knew I was going to come. The man was dry humping me and was about to achieve what other men hadn’t while actually having sex. I arched my back and allowed the wave to take me.

“Ah.” I involuntarily moaned as my body shook, the ripples of pleasure moving through me in a way I had never felt before. I should have been embarrassed, that he could do all that just by touching me, but I didn’t care. I absorbed it, wanting to feel every last shudder.

“Mmmm.” He groaned up against my neck. “I liked making you come.” He was doing little to disguise his pride. “You know, I can make it better than that, really make it good for you.”

“I’m sure you could.” I smiled as the last echoes of pleasure moved through me, my body still entwined against him. He was still hard, the throbbing length pulsing against my clit. Without thinking, I reached for him, my hands floating down between my body and the tiny layer of cotton that encased his cock.

I lifted myself slightly off him, allowing my hand better access. I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. I wanted to touch him. My fingers breached the edges of his boxers, continuing until I wrapped them around his girth. He was big. Much bigger than I had felt before. Not only long but wide - my fingers could barely fold around him. Reading my intentions, he stretched out his body, raising his hips to meet me. He grinned. “Just letting you know, you’re sober this time so I’m not going to stop you.”

“Good, because I really want to do this.” My fingers slowly moved up and down his shaft, squeezing as I reached the top.

“Fuck that feels amazing.” His eyes closed as I continued to move faster. “Mmmm,” he hummed in appreciation, as my tightly wrapped hand traveled up and down his length.

I used his verbal cues to guide me, his groans more unrestrained the harder and faster I pumped him. I loved watching his face contort in pleasure, the desperation in his hips as he rocked them against my hand. He was close; I could feel the deep throbbing between my fingers.

“Ash, I’m going to come.” I felt his cock jerk in my hands as his body shook. “FUCK.” He moaned as his sticky, hot load spilled onto my fingers. I continued to pump, milking every last drop, watching as he splintered beside me.

“Some kiss.” Dan laughed, I felt him soften in my hand. “Fuck that felt good.”

“I’ll be back.” I smiled as I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom.

I turned on the faucet and washed my hand, watching as his cum slid into the sink and down the drain. I didn’t do this. Take men I barely knew to bed and jerk them off. Or use their bodies as an extra large sex toy. But it had felt so good. Uninhibited. Hot. I glared at my reflection. I didn’t look any different, but my actions hadn’t felt like they had been my own. I didn’t regret them though and strangely didn’t feel embarrassed. I quickly used the bathroom, cleaning myself up before rewashing my hands. I dried them off, carrying the towel out with me into the bedroom. Dan curiously watched me as I approached.

I tossed him the towel as I climbed into bed, watching him smirk as he wiped the remaining cum from his toned stomach.

“You know, I can clean you up too if you want.” His fingers swirled around my hip.

“Thanks, but I’ve taken care of it.” I snuggled onto my side, feeling more relaxed than I had in months.

I heard the thud of the towel dropping and he curled up behind me, his hand pulling me closer to his body. “Let me know if you want another kiss,” he whispered in my ear, a small chuckle traveling through his throat. I smiled in the dark, as his hands settled, resting just below my belly. He didn’t go farther though and I knew he wouldn’t, so I finally let my eyelids close and fell asleep.