In Bed with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #2) (rockstar romance series) by Ana W. Fawkes Read Free Book Online Page A

there was no
stopping Carrie. She thought about Slader in her, wanting to feel him release.
    Then it happened... as she moved at
him one more time he thrust forward and began to come. Carrie held in place but
kept rocking her hips. She milked every last drop of John’s orgasm out of his
body, but all she could think about was Slader.
    John pulled from her and hurried to
put himself away. Carrie stood and turned to face him. She saw the look of
shock and awe on his face. He was blushing, his eyes were wide, and he looked
wobbly.
    “Oh, fuck,” he whispered.
“Carrie... what the fuck...”
    “I’m just really sorry,” Carrie
said.
    At that point, her entire life was
nothing but a lie, so she kept it going. She figured she would do anything to
get to Alex Slader. Only then would she live with honesty in her heart.
    John released Carrie from the
handcuffs and then kissed her deeply. Carrie never had John kiss her like that
before. She wanted to close her eyes and slip somewhere else.
    The kiss ended and John allowed
Carrie to dress. She lifted her panties and pants while John sat the desk, back
to his laptop. She watched as he looked for the next Ashes in Vain show dates.
    “What the fuck?” John asked.
    “What’s wrong?” Carrie asked.
    John stood and the chair flew back
and crashed into Carrie’s legs. She cried out as he stormed from the bedroom.
Carrie looked at the screen and felt her heart drop to her feet.
    The date was there. The show
listed. But then there was something written over it. In big, red, bold letters...
CANCELLED.
    So were the next five Ashes in Vain
shows.
    They were all cancelled.
    “No,” Carrie whispered
    She knew that Alex Slader was
famous for canceling shows all the time without remorse to the fans, but to
cancel these shows...
    “No,” Carrie said again.
    “Yes,” John said as he came back
into the bedroom.
    He went for Carrie’s closet and
tore it open. She watched him throw a bag to the bed and point to it.
    “You know what to do,” he said.
    “John...”
    “You know what to fucking do,” John
said with a little more anger in his voice.
    “I was there tonight.”
    “You didn’t do the fucking job,”
John said. He looked at Carrie and his eyes were cold and calculated. “You were
there. You saw him. You messed up. You know what to do.”
    This time John snapped his fingers
at the bag.
    Carrie hesitated. She didn’t want
this. She didn’t want to do this.
    “Okay, let me help then,” John
said.
    He went to Carrie’s dresser and
opened the top drawer. He started to throw panties, thongs, and bras to the
bed.
    “Stop,” Carrie said. “I’ll do it.”
    “That’s what I thought.”
    Carrie held back her emotions and
began to collect the mess John had just made. He stood in the doorway for a few
seconds, shaking his head.
    “This all could’ve been prevented,”
he said.
    Carrie didn’t respond. She just packed
a single bag. Because it was punishment. Because it was in the contract.

 
    I hate the idea of time and
distance. I never understood the distance of time or time of distance. None of
it matters. I could live to be a hundred years old and never will have seen the
distance I desire. Or maybe the opposite... I’ll have that distance - the
desire, her hair, my hand, our bodies - and then the time will end. The clock
hands droop, they’ve quit me. Or maybe we just move. We run, we call, we cry,
we move. The path keeps going and going... isn’t that why the world is round?
If it were flat, we’d be on something like a conveyor belt. Go to the end, drop
off, see you later. But instead we go around and around... but going around,
following the distance, having time, well, it brings me to her again and again.
But that doesn’t mean I like the idea of time and distance. I already said so,
I hate it.

.8.
     
    Jessica opened her eyes and felt
really good. Her body was so relaxed that she felt like she was stoned. But she
wasn’t. She was alert, had her mind