Page 25 of Rockstar Retreat

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Sharon

Holy hell.

I’d tried to stay away from him, but as I walked back to my room, Henry’s words on my mind, the image of Jerrik, tired, angry, and somehow hurt, plagued me. Beneath all of that rough, angry glaring had been a little boy with a broken heart, though I doubt anyone else but me had seen it. Then I’d found myself at his door, knocking, instead of doing exactly what Henry had ordered me to do. Jerrik needed a friend; I knew I was all he had at that point.

I’d known Jerrik had problems, but I never thought they’d be quite as bad as what he’d just laid out for me. I wasn’t one for gossip, even though back in our town there wasn’t anything else more interesting. Still, I didn’t like to pry so it wasn’t like I knew all that much about his family, but…

Dammit!

“This is it, isn’t it?” I murmured in realization. “Why you’ve been acting the way you have recently. I heard all the rumors, even tried to follow a few. It didn’t seem like you at all.”

Only, like a lot of people probably, I figured it was the fame getting to him, even if it was a little late. And to think he had this on his mind… with the way I’d treated him…

I felt the need to apologize again. I felt like I needed to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness, because I had done him wrong when he was already dealing with his own shit. My shit was nothing in comparison to this.

Without truly thinking about it, I leaned forward to cover the space between us and pulled him into a hug because I had a feeling he needed it, from someone that was legitimately trying to offer him comfort. I doubted there had been anyone there to offer him even that, or he might not have ended up as badly as he did.

My arms wound around his shoulders, and I tugged him lightly to bring his head to rest on my chest as I held onto him tightly. I was tempted to cry, my eyes stinging with tears, but I didn’t know how he would take it, so I was holding myself back.

“I am really sorry for what you’ve had to go through, Jerrik,” I murmured, because I couldn’t help myself, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “And even sorrier that you don’t have anyone to help you through this.”

He was stiff in my arms, like he didn’t know how to receive and accept affection, and I had a feeling he didn’t. But after a few moments, he did relax into me, his arms circling around my waist and tugging me closer, and I went with it. I ended up on his lap, straddling his thighs, with his arms holding onto me tightly, his face buried in my breasts as I hugged him tighter.

After a few long moments, when he didn’t say anything, I brushed my fingers through his hair before getting a light grip to tilt his head backward.

“Is there anything you’d like?” I offered. “Anything at all… that I can get you.”

He was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled, leaning towards my chest so he could press a warm, wet kiss above my breasts. I felt my breath hitch and my body shiver at the intimate attention.

“There’s a lot that I want from you, Sharon,” he said huskily, glancing up at me. “But we can start right here.”

The hand I had in his hair clenched tightly. I probably tugged on his hair a little, though he didn’t complain.

But I hesitated.

“Jerrik, are you really sure you want sex now of all times? It might not be the best idea…”

“Actually, the opposite is true,” he countered, his hands moving to my hips to pull me snuggly against his. My eyes went wide as I felt him hard and ready for me. “I need this, Sharon, please. I’m not trying to use you, I really do want you, but what I need most is a distraction, and I have you right in front of me. Please don’t push me away.”

It was the pleading that made me cave. I wondered, in the past five years while he made his fame and fortune, just how many times he’d had to say please and genuinely mean it. Even if there hadn't been any underlying meaning, I was pretty sure all he’d have to do was tell me he needed me, and I would do as he wanted.

“Tell me what to do for you then,” I murmured.

I ran my hand through his hair, smoothing it back a few times.

“Strip for me.”

It sounded more like a command than a request, but my body shivered, and I was more than ready to do as he wanted.

I slid off his lap, his arms dropping from around me so I could. I didn’t go far, and he spread his legs for me to stand in between them. Slowly, I kicked off my shoes, and sighed as he clicked a button on his phone and a song came on. I waited until I’d lost myself in the slow, driving bass, then pulled my top off, twisting it around my waist before I grinned and pulled it away.

He waggled his eyebrows but stopped when he saw my bra, black lace and barely there. His attention was all mine then and I swayed with the music as I pushed my pants down only to kick them away. I paused when I stood in front of him in nothing but my underwear. I knew it was the right call when he raised his hands to my hips.

“Behave.” I said in just the right tone to make him adopt that guilty schoolbook look.

I turned in front of him, letting him run a finger down my spine. When he reached my panties I bent in front of him. He filled his hands with my ass and I shied away once more, wagging a finger at him.