Rocked (Rock & Romance II.)

Chapter 12. - Dangerous Games

His body was so large, it completely engulfed me and Ash had to bend way down to deepen our kiss. I was on the tip of my toes, with my arms around his neck, stroking his long, jet black hair, inhaling the familiar scent of him that I haven't had the pleasure of smelling in weeks.

I put my hands down on my sides, and bit him as hard as I could, catching his lower lips between my teeth.

Ash hissed and drew back slightly. I couldn't help but notice that his reaction sounded more aroused than angry at my friendly gesture. "I didn't come here to fuck." I said sternly, pushing at his chest.

This time, he took a slightly bigger step back, separating our bodies enough for me to take in a deep breath without having my sizeable breasts touching any hard part of him. "Bullshit." Ash groaned his voice so fucking husky I nearly gave in. That voice alone was an aphrodisiac, but when you add that tall, well sculpted, rock hard body of his...

"What is this place anyway?" I decided to change the subject because he was absolutely correct. I did come here for a piece of him, and the feminist in me hated that I allowed a man to have such a primitive effect over my body.

Ash actually moved to the side this time, stepping out of my personal space. He motioned ahead. "Let's go take a look."

I cocked a brow at him. "This place is empty, Ash."

He flashed a wide grin at me. "See, that's why you're the genius!" His words were dripping with sarcasm, but I could now tell that he meant no harm. He was teasing me.

"I'm not getting arrested today." I said sternly, folding my arms in front of my chest - mostly to make a point, but the benefit of hiding my erect nipples was also appreciated. "Do you have permission to be here?"

He raised his hand and the small bundle of keys gave a light jingle. "We're shooting a music video here." Ash's reply left just about everything to the imagination, so when I still refused to follow him, he took a deep breath. "We postponed the video until tomorrow. It's just us. Now lose that snarky attitude we both know you don't actually have, and come this way."

Well, when he put it that way...

I followed him through a few dimly lit hallways that opened to many dark rooms. The arcade surely didn't mean to be this eerie, but without any other human life around, I couldn't help but stick close to the six foot seven wall of muscle ahead of me. "I hope your new song isn't about murder, because..." I trailed off when Ash suddenly stopped and I collided with his backside. His very rounded, very delicious backside – might I add. "Ow!"

"It's for 'Over Now', and as you know, it's about heartbreak and not murder." Ash clarified, amused.

Then, he reached over my head, resting his ginormous hand on my lower back, and pushing me forward. The scene in front of my eyes was not at all what I was expecting.

Reading the word 'arcade' meant pinball and dancing machines and not a dartboard the size of my torso with axes lined up in front of it, and ceiling-high thick, wire fences separating the lanes.

"What... The – and I can't stress this enough – ever-loving fuck, Ash?!" I swirled on my heel, turning to face him. I had to tilt my head way back to be able to look into those midnight black eyes of his, which were now dancing with amusement.

"We're playing, red." He said confidently. "If you lose, I get a wish."

I rolled my eyes, recalling just exactly what conspired last time we engaged in a little friendly competition like this. I ended up with my naked ass out under Ash, quickly realizing that we were not only trespassing but that I had to run from authority with my naked ass out. And there was nothing subtle about my fat ass.