Rock All Night(65)

You.

Now… are we clear?”

I nodded like a Catholic school kindergartener who’d just been chewed out for the first time by a nun, threatened with all the fires of Hell for my disobedience.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU! ARE WE FUCKIN’ CLEAR?!” he shouted.

“We’re clear, we’re totally clear!” I squeaked.

“Then get the f*ck off this bus and out of my sight,” he hissed.

I ran as fast as I could past him and off the bus, my heart pounding in my chest.





54




Despite my near-death experience with Miles, I actually had a good time for the rest of the show as I watched it from backstage.

After the show, I had an amazing time.

When Derek shouted out “THANK YOU SAN DIEGO!” after the encore and strode offstage, he made a beeline right for me. He grabbed my hand but kept himself at arm’s length – which I appreciated, since he was dripping with perspiration.

Your opinion may vary, but mine is that sweaty’s all good in the throes of passion, but not so much any other time.

“Did you like the show?” he beamed.

“It was magnificent,” I said, and meant it.

Riley passed by, drenched in sweat, and gave us both a leer. “Damn, somebody got laid good and nasty last night.”

“Damn straight,” Derek shot back good-naturedly (as I blushed).

“It showed,” Riley called over her shoulder as she kept on walking.

Killian was next. “Outstanding,” was all he said as he strode on past with a smile.

“You too, man,” Derek said.

Mike walked over and fist-bumped Derek in passing. “That was f*ckin’ ROCK AND ROLL, dude!” he crowed.

“Great f*ckin’ show, Mike!” Derek laughed.

Ryan was last. He walked up with that I should probably be angry with you but I just can’t stop smiling instead kind of look, and slapped Derek on the shoulder. “I wanted to kill you when you didn’t show up before the show… but I have to admit… the wait was worth it.”

Derek laughed, then hugged his friend. “Was that a great entrance, or what?”

“That was pretty good, I’ll give you that.”

“Pretty good? That one’ll go down in the record books, man.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ryan looked over at me and kept on grinning. “Hey, Kaitlyn.”

“Hey, Ryan. I’m sorry – I tried to get him to come earlier, but…”

Ryan laughed. “You didn’t have a chance. Trying to get Derek to do what you want when his mind’s set on something is like trying to get a hurricane to change course.”

“That is not true,” Derek said indignantly.

Ryan cocked one eyebrow at him.

“Okay, it’s a little true,” Derek conceded. “See you backstage.”

“You bet. Bye, Kaitlyn,” Ryan smiled, then walked off into the shadows.

Derek latched onto my hand and dragged me after him. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m going to go take a shower.”

Which quickly turned into we’re going to go take a shower.

Which turned into something even steamier.





55




We walked through the concrete maze until we came to a security guard standing outside a door. Derek nodded a greeting, then led me past him and into the showers. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as the Lakers’ locker room, but it was set up the same as the Staples Center, with a pile of towels, jeans, shirt, sunglasses, boxers, boots, flip-flops, and shaving kit on a bench.

“Are you sure you want company?” I teased him as the door closed behind us.

“Oh, I’m sure I want company,” he said as he roughly pulled my sundress straps off my shoulders and began to kiss my bare breasts.

“Wait – no – agh!” I giggled as I suddenly found myself without a stitch of clothing on.

A few seconds later, he was stripped naked, too, and he led me by the hand into a room of sparkling white tile. One by one he turned on the shower heads until the entire room was filled with steam. Delightfully hot water washed over both of us as he took me in his arms and kissed me hard and rough.

I moaned, feeling his slick, wet body against mine and his cock – thick and heavy, but not yet hard – sliding against my thigh.

He pulled out a bar of soap from the shaving kit and began to work it between his hands, building up a rich lather. He stepped behind me and began to nibble at my neck and ear as he ran his massive hands up and down my front, covering me in suds, cupping my breasts, sliding his soapy hands under them, over them, pausing every so often to tweak my hardening nipples between his slippery fingers.

I moaned as he breathed hard in my ear and let his hands slide lower, down below my waist. His fingers soaped up my little landing strip of hair, running through the curls… then probed lower still until his slippery fingers were toying with my *.

I gasped as his fingers pressed hard against my lips, then slipped over my clit, then back again, in that way that only soapy flesh on flesh can do.

And all the while I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, hard and rigid, sliding against my wet skin.