Rockstar Daddy

Book 3

Chapter Eight

Jason

"Next round's on me!"

I slapped a couple of notes down on the table, and looked around. After spending so much time with the band and out on tour, it was actually kind of surreal to be back with people who were just spending time with me for me, not because I was standing on some stage strumming a guitar. These were guys I'd grown up with, and they'd known me through all my stupid teenage phases, and yet they were still happy to come out drinking with me. That was a good feeling.

"If you insist, man," Derek grinned, standing up to head to the bar. "What can I get everyone?"

We gave him our orders, and he wandered off, exchanging glances with one of the women standing at the bar. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed any of the girls in the bar that evening- and a fair few checking me out- but my mind was still full of Carla. She had agreed to be my date and now, with a few beers in me, that was all I could think about.

"Shame that sister of your's is getting married," Joe commented, leaning back in his seat.

"Only because you wanted her for yourself," I pointed out, and Joe held is hands up.

"Hey, what can I say. Not every guy can become a rock star and have women throwing themselves at him," Joe nodded in the direction of a group of women who were shooting sporadic glances at the group, giggling amongst themselves.

"You should go over and say something," Joe prompted. "Maybe get them over here."

"Nah, not interested," I shrugged.

"Seriously?" Joe replied with incredulity in his voice. "You could have any girl here, and yet…?"

"Yet I'm not particularly interested right now," I shrugged, draining the last of my beer, I pulled out my phone and looked at Carla's number again. Should I call her?

"You'll need a date for that wedding, dude," Derek slid back into his seat, clutching the three beers carefully in his hands.

"Already got one," I grinned at them playfully, and took a long sip of my drink.

"Really? Who?" Joe leaned in- he had always been the keeper of the gossip in this town, but I didn't want to give him anything to get his teeth into.

"Not important," I shook my head. "But I'm trying to stay one-woman-minded for a while."

"She must be pretty special," Derek shot another look over to the women, and smiled at them. "Sure I can't tempt you?"

"Sure. And yeah, she's special."

"Mind if we go over?" Joe asked, blatantly eyeing up the women. "Maybe co-opt on your rock stardom a little?"

"Someone should," Derek chimed in, and I laughed.

"Be my guest," I took another long drink of my beer, and sat in back down on the table. "I think I should get off, anyway- got that rehearsal dinner soon, want a good night's sleep."

"Sure, man," Joe nodded. "We'll catch up before you go, though, right?"

"For sure," I stood up, and they each pulled me into a hug.

"Have a good night," I waved in the direction of the women, and headed for the door, leaving them to their machinations.

As soon as the cold air hit me, I realized what I was craving more than anything- Carla. I glanced down at her address on my phone- it wasn't far from here, I decided to walk there. After a few minutes, I found myself outside her door, and leaned on her buzzer. s**t, what time was it? Not too late, right?

Her voice came through the intercom, fuzzy and distorted.

"Who is it?"

"It's Jason," I replied, and was surprised to hear myself slur my words. There was a rustling at the other end of the line, and she didn't reply.

"Can I come up?"

"Um…" she sounded hesitant.

"I just want to figure stuff out for tomorrow, that's all," I promised, and the door clicked open.

"Ten minutes," she warned, and I hurried up the stairs, feeling triumphant. I heard a door open at the top of the building, and hustled towards it. I felt a rush in my chest as soon as I saw her standing there- God, she looked even better dressed down.

“What are you doing here?” she asked

“Carla I need to talk to you” I said as I approached her

“Good, because I need to talk to you too”

She sighed and held up one finger, signalling for me to wait. She disappeared into the kitchen and emerged a couple of minutes later, holding two frosty bottles of beer. She passed one to me and lowered herself to the ground. Sitting cross-legged, she looked up at me and patted the porch beside her. I joined her, she looked thoughtful as if trying to find words, she immediately got up and walked towards the window.

“Jason” she said “I-I have something important I think I should tell you”

“I have a kid.”

“Tara, and she's yours” she said gazing at me

“What?” I asked, my suspicions settling

“Tara, is your daughter” she said turning towards me

Those words shook my world, I didn't know what to do. Should I celebrate? Should I run? Sould I go buy a bunch of toys? What does one do when they become a dad overnight?

“Why didn't you tell me sooner?” Toys could wait. For now, Carla and I had things to discuss.

She joined me again on the floor and rested her face on her hands. “I don't know” she said. “Well, I do know. But I didn't think it would be like this. I didn't realize that telling you would be so...easy”

“What did you think I'd do?”

“I don't know, Jason. I didn't want to ruin your life”

I tentatively raised my arm and placed it around her shoulders. She didn't move away so I pulled her against my shoulder. She fell against me like a limp doll, like the secret she had kept these past four years had been the only thing holding her together.

“I hate that you had to do this alone” I murmured “It's not right.”

“We've gotten by okay, Tara and I.” She burrowed her face into my chest. “She asks about you sometimes, though”

“What do you tell her?”

Carla snorted. “That you had to go away. I didn't have the heart to pretend you had died or anything.”

I chuckled and rubbed my hand across her arm. “Thanks for not killing me”

We sat in silence for a few moments, absorbing what had just happened. What did this mean for me? For us? There were still a lot of variables on the table.

As if sensing my thoughts. Carla pulled back to look at me. “I don't want you to think that you're obliged to ride in and save the day now, Jason.” She said “You can go back to living as you were. You don't owe us anything.”

“Carla” I said, rubbing her back. “Do you want to....hang out for a while?”

She c****d her head to the side. “Hang out?”

I nodded. “Hang out,” I said. “We haven't spent much time together, and now we have a kid..... well, we've had a kid for awhile. Anyway, do you want to just talk for awhile”

I felt compelled to want to know more about Carla- about the woman she had become in my absence. And, from the slow nod she gave me I could tell she wanted to know about me too.

***

We talked for a long time, I couldn't remember the last time I had talked to anyone for so long. We must've gone through a whole case of beer and then some, and we still kept talking. In hushed voices we told each other stories about our lives; the funny, the happy, the sad. I had the feeling she hadn't opened up to anyone like that for a long time.

I told her about how hard I had worked to get where I was. She regaled me with stories of her regulars- some charming, others not so much. We dipped into our high school years, ven though we hadn't been in the same grade. She told me how lonely she'd been since everyone had left, but how she never seemed to have enough money to move to greener pastures.

We decended back into the realm of the silly again once we were on the last of our beers. She begun to tell me funny stories about Tara, and I ate them up. As she told me about how Tara seemed to find and consume any chocolate that made it's way into the house, I noticed how her eyes grew so animated, her face so full of life that she looked absolutely stunning. By then we were outside on the porch, the moonlight bathed half of her face in it's glow, and cought her pale blonde strands in a way that made them look almost silver.

“Do you want to know something I've never told anybody?” I asked, suddenly very serious.

If she was chocked by my abrupt change of tone, she didn't show it. Instead, she nodded her head thoughtfully.

“Being with you, even for the short time that I had you is the only time I've been able to connect with another human being like that,” I said. “ I don't even mean with a partner, I mean that you are the only person who has ever made me feel...whole.”

“I'm not sure I believe that.” She chewed on her bottom lip. It looked delicious.

“It's true.”

“Then why did you let me push you away?” She asked. “Why not fight for me?”

I held her face in my hands and looked deep into her eyes. “I was young and stupid, Carla,” I murmured

Then before she could say another word, I pressed my lips against hers.

Chapter Nine

Carla

There were a lot of things going on in my mind. After all, it had been a busy evening. The father of my child knew about his daughter and apparently wanted to be in her life. The boy I had haboured feelings for since I met him when I was ten years old apparently liked me back. And the gorgeous rock star from TV, who I had been trying to stay away from for fear of rejection, was kissing me.

It was a lot to take in, but that was a later problem.

Everything now was about his lips on mine, his tongue swirling against my own, and the feel of his cool hands caressing my cheeks. He kissed away every anxiety I had ever had about bringing him into Tara and mine's life. He kissed away every worry I'd held about Tara growing up without a father

Jason kissed away everything.

I was drunk on the reprieve his kiss offered and pushed forward for more. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him against me. He groaned and allowed me to pull him on top of me until I was pressed against the wood of the neck. I moved my hands everywhere wanting to touch everything.

The warmth of our bodies seeped into the air around us, cloaking us in a haze of passion. The kiss became more insistent, demanding. He dragged a hand from my shoulder to my waist, then back up again. He pulled at my clothing and pushed my hair back from my face. I felt him everywhere.

“Should we go inside?” I panted

Jason nibbled on my neck, causing my heart beat to spike and my hair to stand on end. I was berely able to contain a moan that threatened to rip from my throat.

“Yes” he growled against my shoulder

In a flash, he was off me and pulling me to my feet. I didn't have time to think before his mouth crashed on mine again. He walked me back toward the door and pressed me up against it, his hard muscles holding me there. I could feel his muscles rippling under his shirt as he moved against me, tasting me, touching me.

I reached behind me for the door handle and turned it gently. I nearly fell in but Jason grabbed me, holding me aginst him as he began to guide me into the house. There were no noises so I knew that Tara was fast asleep. I guided him to the stairs and he relesed me so that we could climb them. He held on to my hand the entire way. I tried to walk steadily as I could but my heart was racing too fast for me to move any part of my body without shaking.

When we entered the room, Jason closed my door quietly, and then was up on me again. He wound his hand through my hair and pulled my head back in order to gain unhindered access to my throat. I moaned freely as he nipped and sucked the delicate skin there making his way down to my collarbone, then back up to my mouth.

“I've waited so long for you” he said against my lips. “So very long.”

“Me too.” I replied breathlessly.

He pulled my shirt off and traced his fingers against my flesh. His touch sent jolts of electricity through me, singing through my veins and everyone of my nerve endings. I was alive under his caress. I relieved him of his shirt as well and slid my hands along his sculpted chest, marveling in the feel of his muscles sliding beneath his skin.

The heat between my thighs grew as he lavished attention on me, slowly stripping me until I was naked before him. I had never felt so sexy as I did in that moment, with his eyes dragging over my body like he had never seen something so beautiful. Heat flamed in my core, and I bit my lip in anticipation.

He didn't keep me waiting. He pressed me down onto the matress and traced kisses all down the smooth plane of my belly, before delving his tongue into my folds. I nearly jumped off the bed in pleasure. He swirled his tongue masterfully along my c**t, causing my hips to buck. He pushed into me with his tongue, then slipped up to suckle on my c**t again, then pressed back inside. The combinations of the two sensations was incredible; it was like my body was tumbling around the ocean but the waves that pulled me under whispered promises of bliss and release.

One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. I looked up to see him standing on the foot of the bed, watching me with smirk on his face. He slid his jeans to the ground and his manhood jutted from under his boxers. Those met with his pants on the ground.

I licked my lips. It was just as big as I remembered.

Jason positioned himself on top of me and devoured my mouth again. I felt the tip of his c**k press against me and I pushed forward to help guide it in. He groaned and pushed forward. As each inch of him slid inside of me. My heart pulsed loudly in my ears. I could already tell that I was close and that it wouldn't take much to bring me the release I so desperately craved.

He began to move and I nearly cried out from the pure bliss of feeling so full. Nothing had ever felt as right as it did in that moment. At the time it seemed like it might never again. I was undone as his thrusts picked up in pace- powerless but to ride current that drove me toward my release.

Jason moved to kiss my shoulder again, then nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my ear, and the sounds of his exersion as he gave me everything he had. It was heaven. It was bliss. It was the final push I needed to crest my edge.

I fell a part like a dandelion scattered in breeze.

Chapter Ten

Jason

It was like every inch of Carla's body was sculpted to fit with mine. As I moved, she moved, and at times I wondered where my flesh ended and hers began.

It didn't matter.

All that mattered to me was the feeling of tension building up in me, that coiling in my stomach that begged to snap, to let go. I watched her come apart in my hands and the visual was delicious. I wanted that. I needed that.

I ground into her and felt the tingling in my scalp that told me I was nearly there. Nearly there.

When Carla came down from her high she kissed me with such passion that I wondered if she had really come at all, but the thin sheen of sweat on her face and the satisfied look in her eyes told me that she had. Not to mention the pulsing I felt aroundy my c**k.

I thrust into her one final time and felt my muscles cry out in ecstasy as I finally got my release. Stars shot under my eyelids as I pressed my face into her neck and tried to catch my breath.

I held her body against mine, bathing in it's heat. I didn't want to let her go. We drifted off like that; two bodies, entwined on top of the sheets, held together by heat and lust.

****

I told myself in the morning that the reason I had to leave was because I had Robert's bachelor party to start getting ready for.

That wasn't the only reason I had to leave.

Though I had been drunk the night before, I had meant everything I'd said. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that, being honest, I was hurt. All this time I'd had a kid, by all accounts she was a wonderful kid, too . But Carla hadn't told me.

She was on her side, away from me, when I woke up. It was easy to slip out from under the sheets, put my clothes on, and creep downstairs without making a noise. Whether it was right was a different matter . I should have woken her up and said goodbye though, but I needed time to think. I was afraid that if I had woken her up, I would have never left.

***

Though Arbour Falls certainly wasn't the craziest of places to host such an event, his best man, Travis had really gone all out. I had been put in charge to pick the tshirts Travis had made, a British tradition that he was apparently foisting on us- and I also wanted to make sure we had enough beer to stock the limo.

After the errands, I decided to head home and lie down for a bit. In a few hours I'd be having to drag Robert away from his Fiancee, to the Hewtone Hotel where the wedding was to take place and where the bride and groom were staying up until then. Travis had some sort of big, noisy thing planned for that part. I wasn't particularly excited, to say the least. I wasn't actually much of a partier. I didn't think Robert was either, to be honest, so I wasn't sure how that was going to go.

I drove back home, put the beers in the big beer fridge in the basement, and took the stairs two at a time to my room. Then I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, and was out like a light.

I was awoken a few hours later, with a start, by piercing sirens.