Her Reckless Rockstar by Gena Snow

Chapter 17

 

Avery

 

 

 

I was going to go home, but knowing Harper had an early class tomorrow, I didn’t want to stress her out. I went to Hailey’s house instead.

“I’m sure he’ll come around,” Hailey says to me.

We’re standing at her balcony. Jared kindly leaves us alone for the night.

“I feel stupid,” I say. “I didn’t know people were so vile. They completely twisted the facts.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Hailey says. “It’s all new to you.”

Just then, I get a text from my sister, asking where I am. That’s strange. Why is she up so late? It isn’t hard for me to guess what happened. Tristan must be looking for me.

Knowing the fact only puts me to further shame and regret. The man is so good to me, and now I’ve messed up his life. The videos must cause a lot of damage to the band’s reputation.

We keep our unintended marriage to help him build his image, but now, how good would it be for him? His fans think he’s married a tramp.

“I don’t deserve him,” I murmur.

Hailey hugs me. “Don’t say that, Avery. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s you.”

“Thank you, my friend,” I say, not taking her comment seriously.

“I mean it!” Hailey insists. “You’re the most selfless person I know. You’ve sacrificed so much for others, and now it’s your turn to enjoy a bit of pampering.”

I haven’t told Hailey that my marriage to Tristan doesn’t mean to last because we don’t want Jared and his whole family to know. Now I’m torn.

“I’m sorry, Avery,” I say to her. “I’ve lied to you. “

I force myself to look into her eyes and tell her the truth about our marriage.

Her jaw hangs open when I finish talking, and then she laughs.  “Why am I not surprised? I know you wouldn’t marry anyone so easily. And again, you are doing it not for yourself but him. It’s just what you would do. It all makes sense.”

I blush. “You sound like I’m a saint. I’m not. I get money out of it, too.”

“But you wouldn’t do it just for the money, would you?”

I fall silent. I might. I’ve done a lot of shameful things for money, so I can’t be sure. But would I have done it for Tristan without being paid? I would.

“Maybe,” I say.

My phone beeps again, alerting me of a new message. I check. It’s Tristan. “Hi babe, I’m sorry I shouted at you. Please come back. I miss you.”

It makes me want to cry. Why can’t he be less sweet?

I want nothing more than returning to his arms, but I need some time to process what I got myself into and whether the marriage is good for him.

“I’m not sure, Tris. Give me some time to think about it…”

When I hesitate, the phone rings. It’s Tristan again, and I answer it.

“I’m outside Jared’s house.”

“What?” I’m annoyed for a moment.

And then I look at Hailey. She looks tired. I’ve bothered her long enough, and Jared is probably waiting for her to go to bed.

“Okay, just give me a minute,” I say to him and hang up.

“I’ve got to go,” I say to Hailey. “He’s outside your house.”

Hailey smiles, shaking her head. “They’re just half-siblings, but they’re so similar!”

She walks me to the house's front door, where we can see Tristan’s car parking on the driveway.

“Thanks, Hailey,” I say. “I’ll call.”

“No problem, Ave,” she says, patting me on my arm before I turn to go.

Tristan comes out of his car to meet me before I even get close. Unable to help myself, I quicken my pace. Gosh. I didn’t realize how much I missed the infuriating man.

I run into his arms, and he holds me tight.

“I’m so sorry!” he whispers.

“Me too,” I say, sniffling before he covers my lips with his. The night is a bit cool, and his warm body feels so right. I don’t ever want to leave it.

“Let’s go home,” he says and opens the passenger door for me.

“Okay.”

 

Tristan’s house is only a five-minute drive from Jared’s, but it feels long. I feel like a thirsty person who’s looking at a bottle of water but can’t reach for it. Maybe it isn’t a great metaphor at all because I’m holding his right hand while he drives. But I want more. I want to feel all of him.

Tristan must feel the same way. As soon as he stops the engine on his driveway, he pulls me to him and kisses me. I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. He sucks my lips hard and then kisses his way down my neck and my collarbone.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, baby,” he whispers as he unbuttons my shirt impatiently.

“That’s because I have a jealous husband,” I say playfully, although his clumsiness drives me nuts, too.

At last, he removes my shirt and peels down my bra. “Damn. You always look so fucking delicious,” he gazes at my breasts with those lustful eyes for a moment before leaning in to kiss them.

I watch him flick his tongue on my hard points, and they swell. I writhe on his lap. “Oh, God. Tris. I’m gonna come.”

“Already?” he looks amused. “I haven’t even started.”

I chuckle with embarrassment. Shit. He isn’t supposed to know I’m horny for him. “I know. Just kidding. Go on,” I say and hold my urge.

He doesn’t wait to slip his hand into my skirt, and slide it up to my hip. He tugs my panties off and shoves a finger along my gash. “Fuck me, Avery. You horny little girl. You’re dripping wet.”

I coo and spread my legs wider for him. “That’s because you’re hot, rock star.”

Tristan grunts and pushes a finger into my pussy, making me moan louder. I wriggle on his lap and feel his hard-on pressing against my butt cheek. I grind him deliberately to make him groan.

“Stop it, Avery. I don’t want to come yet. I need to take care of you first, baby!”

“Okay,” I say, panting. “Give me one more finger, please.”

He does what I ask for and fills my needy lady part with another strong, long, hard finger. He twirls them along my walls to seek my tender spot, and when he locates it, he swirls faster and presses harder.

My lady juice gushes out of my core like a flood as my body tenses, and I cry out his name, piercing the quiet night.

Tristan carries my limp body out of his car and into the house, not bothering to pick up my panties. I keep licking his ear as we go.

“Damn. I wish my house were smaller,” he curses as we get to the staircase.

I tease him by rubbing my hip against his boner despite his protest. We make it to the last stair when he puts me down and presses me against the wall.

“You little vixen,” he growls as he rips off my skirt. “I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

I haven’t had the time to gasp when he undoes his fly and takes out his very erect cock. “Look what you did to me!” He grabs my hips, pulling me toward him. “Now wrap your legs around me.”

It’s the first time he ever orders me around, and I’m thrilled. I obey him right away and climb him like a tree, making sure my juncture wraps around his proud manhood. The mere contact of our sensitive skin sends a jolt through me, and I tremble as if I hadn’t come just a minute ago.

Tristan frees a hand to hold his cock and direct it towards my opening. “Christ. Avery, baby. I want you!”

He sounds so fierce and so hungry that I shudder again. I want nothing more than him feeding on me as f his life depends on it.

“I’m yours, baby, fuck me!”

He growls again like a furious animal as his hard length thrusts into my aching center, and I moan loudly as the intense satisfaction ripples through my entire body.

It must have the same effect on Tristan because he closes his eyes while being buried inside me as if savoring the moment. “You’re my paradise, baby,” he whispers. “Tight and wet.”

And then he thrusts again, slowly at first, but faster and faster. Soon he’s fucking me with abandon. Every time he pounds into me, I feel like being crushed between two hard surfaces and deprived of oxygen. But as soon as he leaves me, I’m so empty I can’t breathe. I need him to crush me and to fill me. I crave the friction of our skin, and I’ll never tire of the delicious pressure his powerful manhood brings to my feminine path.

“I want more, Tristan,” I beg. Fast. Deep.

He gets it without me spell my needs out. He gives me what I want. He rotates his hips like a champ and delivers his thrusts fast, fast and fast. And then he slows down to make me feel the impact of his fat tip hitting my cervix.

I moan loud and desperate, letting him know my appreciation and my insatiable desire.

Beads of sweat roll down Tristan’s forehead and drip onto his chest. My God! He looks hotter than a Greek god. How did I get so lucky? The sight of this beautiful rock star worshipping me and pleasuring me evokes a powerful emotion inside me. My body quivers as orgasm overtakes me again.

Tristan shudders with me. His face contorts the exact moment his cock pulses and expels a powerful stream of hot liquid inside of me.

“Sorry,” he whispers a moment later while resting his head in the crook of my neck. “I meant to pull out, but you felt too damn good.”

I giggle. “Don’t worry about it. I’m pretty sure I’m safe.” I have no idea whether it’s true because I don’t remember when I had my last period.

“Good,” he rasps. “Because I plan to do it again, now.”

Oh Lord. I  gasp. What if I got pregnant? I’m anxious for just a second, and then I relax. I don’t mind having Tristan’s babies. Not at all.

Tristan carries me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and removes his shirt.

God! He’s so gorgeous. But he doesn’t give me the time to enjoy the sight. He’s on top of me, worshipping me from top to bottom with his scorching tongue.

And then he says in a low, gruff voice, “On all fours, baby. Let me see your beautiful ass.”

There, he’s all demanding again. And hot. I do what he says right away, waving my backside at him. He gives me a playful swat on each cheek and spreads me open. One thrust and I’m in heaven again.

 

The night feels exceptionally quiet after our earth-shattering lovemaking. I lie in Tristan’s arms, feeling content and safe. I nearly drift into sleep when I hear him whisper, “What do you say if I let Harper move into my house, and Jamie, too, once he’s done the rehab?”

I’m taken aback. “Are you sure? But we’re not really…”

“You see,” he explains. “My house is so big, and yours is small. So we could just make use of mine. You can pay me a bit of rent, you know?”

“Oh, s-sure. But I don’t know whether we can afford it.”

“We’ll talk about the price later,” he says. “Do you like the idea?”

“Yeah! Of course! It’s fantastic. We’ve wanted to find a new place for a while. Are you sure it isn’t too much trouble? I mean, it isn’t just for six months, is it?”

“No! It’ll be as long as you guys want.”

This sounds too good to be true, but I’ll be a fool if I don’t take the offer, even if it lasts for only six months.  “I’ll let Harper know. She’ll be thrilled.”

“Great. Do it as soon as possible so you can be together.”

I nod. So that’s the reason? Does he know I miss my family? Why does he have to be so sweet?