Heart of Stone (Rock Star Fairy Tales #1)

Chapter 38

C h apte r 38

A Night t o Remember

Night, Saturday, February 21 st at the Palace of Lord Rebinus in Demacia , Lorellon

M argot stepped onto something soft, yielding like luxurious carpeting, and opened her eyes. She stood in a large open room, a huge bed before her covered in a thick blanket and at least half a dozen pillows. She glanced to her right, taking in the dresser and elegant chair, then to her left, a set of glass double doors leading onto what looked like a balcony. She could see the moon hanging low over a mountain range, the sky a deep purple that wasn’t quite the same as the night sky in Ardon. Turning around, she watched as Tobin stepped into the room the same way she had—through an ornate mirror on a stand. The purple glow faded, and she took a step back, giving him room, then glanced at the two doors on the wall. Tobin followed her gaze.

“That’s the bathroom.” He gestured to the door on the right. “And that leads to the liv ing room.”

“Tobin,” she breathed. “This place i s … huge.”

“Thank you,” he said, moving to the bed and sitting on the edge, pulling off h is boots.

She took a few steps, scanning the rest of the living space through the doorway. More rococo furniture filled the other room, and she turned around, eyebrows furrowed. Nothing in the room’s decoration matched what she knew of Tobin’s per sonality.

He was a jeans and t-shirt guy, like Stone Dragons, the uniform of the late 20s man in Arillo. She had expected a room like Nik’s or Ash’s, a messy bed, a battered dresser, maybe a milk crate for a nightstand. Even something more mature like Timothy’s matching bedroom furniture or an art print on the wall would have made sense. But this lavish assault on the senses was a bit overwhelming. “Tobin, this is y our room?”

Tobin tossed his boots, then settled himself on the bed, looking sexier than ever despite the gauche decorations. “Why? Shouldn’t this be my room?”

Margot shrugged, skepticism warring with her desire to tackle him on the bed and ask questions later. “I guess I just didn’t think you were into this kind of … stuff,” s he tried.

“You expected an old dresser and a bed made of hay?” he prompted, eyes teasing.

“No,” she admitted. “I just didn’t think your place would be like this. No offense.”

“Fae decoration is quite different from that of the human world,” Tobin explained, glancing around at the silver and black dresser with inlay of pearl around the knobs, the stylized portrait of a dark forest before a mountain range hanging over the bed. Even the doorways were surrounded by ornate molding that continued up to the filigreed corners of the ceiling. “Most of it is stuck somewhere in the 16th century.”

“Yeah, this feels like something the Sun King would have had.” She grimaced. “The only thing missing is fabric on t he walls.”

“That’s in the front room,” he said dismissively. “Velvet, if you’re curious.” At her look, he smirked. “I didn’t design it, if that makes you feel better,” he said. “I kind of inherited it this way.”

“That helps,” she said. “Gods, what you must think of my little bus? So simple a nd small.”

“I like your bus, Margot, because it’s yours. Everything there feels like you.” He stood up, moving toward her, and Margot bit her lip, her body filling with heat at the sight of this man, this fae, walking up to her like that. He leaned down, putting his face against her neck and inhaled. “It smells like you.”

Margot closed her eyes, loving the feel of his breath near her, his body close. “I hope that’s a compliment,” she murmured. She remembered the show, her hours of running around getting everything ready. “Though I probably need a shower.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said and lifted her hoodie over her head. He tossed it behind him on the bed and leaned down to kiss her exposed neck, fingers skimming the edge of both her tank top and t-shirt and lifting them as well. Margot’s hair, formerly held up in a bun, began to fall down, tendrils teasing her back and hanging over her bare breasts. Tobin didn’t pause, bending to take a nipple in his mouth, and Margot gasped, tilting her h ead back.

“You’re still wearing way too many clothes,” Tobin purred, then bent to unzip her jeans, sliding them down to leave her standing in her panties, denim pooled around her ankles. “Oh my,” he said, kneeling before her. “I seem to have forgotten the basic order of things.” Without another word, he lifted her onto one shoulder, belly down, and as she laughed, he yanked off one sneaker and then the other. Her pants quickly followed, then he set her down gently on her bare feet, the carpet silky soft against her skin. He stood for a moment, just looking at her, and Margot smiled, knowing that tonight was going to be a very g ood time.

She took her time undressing him, savoring the sight of him as he had her. “You are so hot,” she told him. “How in the world are you stil l single?”

“I have particular tastes,” he said, leading her into the huge bathroom and turning on the water. “And high s tandards.”

“Particular tastes, huh? That sounds like something someone says before talking about handcuffs a nd whips.”

Tobin shrugged, hand held under the stream of water as he tested the temperature. “I’m amenable, if you like,” he considered. “Though I’d rather your hands were free to wander at the moment.” He reached out for her, pulling her into the shower, then spent a long time touching every inch of her skin, wringing pleasured cries from her lips. After her very loud shout near the peak, she had clapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed. Now settled again, she glanced around, judging the acoustics of the room.

“No one can hear us, darling,” Tobin assured her, rubbing shampoo into her scalp. “You yell as much as you like.”

She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his hands on her body. “In any other context, that would be super creep y, Tobin.”

“Like, no one can hear you scream?” he asked, moving close to press himself against her, hands sliding down to bury his fingers between her legs. “Let’s test the theory, shall we?”

He brought her over the edge again a few moments later, and she slumped against him, body warm and wet and wilted with pleasure. “Oh, darling,” he whispered against her neck, “how I love to hear you sin g for me.”

Margot sighed, a slow smile crossing her face as she turned to face him, pushing him back until he hit the wall of the shower. Kneeling, she took him in her hands and her mouth, demanding the shout that matched her own. When she had him gasping her name and shuddering, his legs gave out, and he slid down to sit on the floor. Caught up in her own desire, Margot moved forward, climbing atop him and claiming him in one swift movement. Tobin opened his eyes wide, watching her find her own pleasure, only releasing her from his gaze when they neared the edge of ecstasy. Tobin yanked her head down to kiss him, their joined shouts echoing in the h uge room.