Too Many Rock Stars (Access All Areas #1) by Candy J Starr Read Free Book Online

Razer that our bodies touched, in order for us both to be covered by the umbrella. Soon, our footsteps fell into rhythm.
    Walking like that seemed crazy intimate. I had to repress my impulse to bolt from him or at least put some distance between us. His arm brushed against mine and I quivered.
    As we walked, he told me a story about Dazza getting stuck in the toilet just before they went on stage once. In between laughing, I stole sideways glances at him. The hands wrapped around the umbrella handle weren’t musician’s hands. They were solid, strong hands. The kind of hands you could imagine creating physical things. Now Alex, he had musician’s hands, with long tapered fingers.
    Maybe it was just an illusion created by the umbrella but I felt safe and protected in a way I hadn’t in a long time. Cars rushed past us and people scurried to get out of the rain but we walked slowly, not in a rush to get anywhere.
    Ahead, I saw a huge puddle on the side of the footpath. I couldn't resist the urge. I ran up and jumped into that puddle, spraying water up around me. At the same, Razer had jumped in the puddle too.
    "I haven't done that since I was a kid," he said.
    "Me neither," I replied and laughed.
    "Not much point me bringing the umbrella if you are just going to get yourself all wet anyway."
    I ran to another puddle and stomped, splashing water up over him.
    "Hey, watch it," he called then did the same to me.
    I squealed but laughed at the same time. He’d be the one squealing when I got my revenge.
    I saw a puddle up ahead and ran to it, knowing he'd follow me. As I ran for it though, my foot twisted under me. That puddle had been hiding a bloody great pothole. My momentum propelled me forward while my foot got stuck. I screamed in pain as I fell to the ground.
    "Violet," Razer called. "Are you okay?"
    He held out his hand to me to help me up. I almost refused, angry at the whole world for making me fall. My dress had gone from damp to wringing wet and probably torn and filthy. My palms were grazed but I took his hand.
    As I tried to put weight on my foot, I screamed again. Shards of pain ran up my leg and I almost toppled to the ground again but Razer put his arm around me and took my weight.
    "Can you walk?" he asked.
    I shook my head, thinking he'd offer to call a cab or something. Instead, he swooped me up in his arms.
    "Put me down," I said. "This is... it's wrong!"
    Being carried like a baby was not dignified. I tried to scramble away from him but almost fell and I knew I couldn't walk. Instinctively, I'd put my arm around his neck.
    "You can't walk and I'm not leaving you in a puddle, so this is the only choice."
    "At least pull my dress down so I'm not flashing my knickers to the world."
    He stopped while I adjusted my clothes then handed me the umbrella.
    "You have your hands free," he said.
    I folded my arms around his neck, one hand grasping my wrist and my other holding the umbrella. His breath on my neck tickled in a way that reverberated through my body.
    "I think the rain's stopped now," I said. "I can put down the umbrella."
    "Best you don't. You can never tell with summer rain. It's a sneaky bugger."
    But his eyes twinkled and I think he made that up just so I'd cling tighter to him. Our bodies rubbed together, so hot that in the rain, steam rose from our skin.
    He carried me down the crowded street, people parting to make way like water in front of a speed boat. I giggled and leaned against him, feeling slightly drunk even though I'd not touched a drop.
    Finally, we got to my house.
    "Are your arms tired from carrying me?" I asked.
    "I could carry you another 20 miles," he said. "Maybe 30. I'd never get tired of carrying you."
    His t-shirt was wet and covered in dirt from where I’d pressed against him. I had to have been even worse. Still, that wasn’t important.
    I felt like all the weight of responsibility had washed away in the rain. The part of me that put the brakes on had gone. She'd be back but