My Rock #5 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #5) by Alycia Taylor Read Free Book Online Page A

socks together and then sat my
shoes next to his boots. He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs with
an amused expression on his face. I made my way down towards him and he started
walking again. He was definitely in no danger of ever being called a gentleman.
    The beach was deserted and the moon, almost full,
hung down low in the sky. If you looked right out into the ocean, the moon seemed
to be dipping down in it. The beams shot silver up towards the clouds and made
them look like they’d been dusted with something shiny. The tide had rolled in
and the sand underneath my feet was wet. It felt good as the skin of my feet
and toes molded to it with every step. Tristan was walking next to me, but he
seemed to be in his own little world as he looked out onto the ocean. He seemed
to know where he was going.
    After a bit, he stopped abruptly and said, “Tide
pool.”
    “What?”
    “Look down.”
    I looked down at my feet and sure enough, there was
a little tide pool with water swirling around the rough skin of one gray and
one purple sea urchin. There were a few tiny little shells and when I reached
down to pick one up, I felt Tristan’s hand on my arm.
    “Look,” he said, taking one between his thumb and
finger and pulling it up out of the sand. As he brought it up towards me, tiny
little legs dangled out. Within seconds the sand crab had pulled himself back
up into the shell.
    “Cool,” I said. Where I grew up, we didn’t have
beaches close by. We went on a trip to the beach only every other year or so.
I’d never seen a crab that wasn’t in a tank waiting to be eaten. “Can you eat
those?”
    Tristan looked at my face like he was trying to
figure out if I was being serious or not. When he realized that I was he busted
up laughing. He was laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes as I waited
him out with my arms folded. Finally he stopped and I said, “What is so funny?”
    “Give me your hand,” he said. I didn’t put one out
right away and in a mock wounded voice he said, “You don’t trust me?”
    “What do you want my hand for?”
    “You really don’t trust me,” he said. Annoyed with
him, I put out my hand. He sat the shell on my palm and said, “Hold still for a
sec.” I held it still for quite a few seconds before something tickled my hand
and I saw the shell start moving slowly towards my fingers. “Look at those tiny
little legs,” he said. “When you asked if people ate them I just had this image
of someone using a cracker and trying to get meat out of them.” I just gave him
a look. I had the same image now and it was so ridiculous it was funny, but I
wasn’t going to admit that to him. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain.
    “ Ow ! It bit me!” I said as
I tossed the little crab back down into the sand and watched it scurry away.
    He laughed again and said, “It pinched you.”
    “Same difference,” I said, trying to see if he’d
drawn blood on my hand.
    Tristan reached over and pinched my shoulder.
    “ Ow ! Now you pinched me.”
    “Exactly,” he said, “That was a pinch.” He leaned forward
then and lowered his head to my shoulder. I felt the gentle pressure of his
teeth on my skin and then he bit down. “That is a bite.” I shivered and, with a
gleam in his eye, he said, “Are you cold?”
    “No, it was just…never mind.”
    “That bite turned you on, didn’t it? We could go use
your bed and I could bite you more…all over….”
    “Let’s keep walking.” I told him. I was becoming
fond of having sex in strange places since I met Tristan, but sand in all of my
crevices was not an appealing thought at all. Besides, I’d never done it out in
the open before when anyone could walk up and see us in all of our glory. He
hadn’t made me quite that twisted…yet.
    I took off walking further down the beach, and he
followed me. The water kept coming out further each time and after we’d walked
a few feet it was up to our ankles. It was cold and my feet