Unexplainable

By Amity Cross

Blair thought she would never get over her broken past.
West thought no one could ever see past his epic mistakes.

For the first time Blair's given a piece of herself away, picks herself off the ground and moves forward. There's a light at the end of the tunnel and it has bad boy rock star written all over it. That's something she can work for. Something that makes her believe again.
But West is a part of rock 'n' roll band, Affliction. Taking Blair on tour was his idea of heaven, but his time is in high demand and trying to be with her isn't working out as well as he'd hoped.
For Blair, being on the road with one of the most notorious bands in rock is a new kind of messed up. One she's not sure is for her...even with West in her bed.
Jake West has kick started her heart, but who will be the one to smash it apart?
Or will their unexplainable attraction be strong enough to save them both?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole R. Taylor
• Release date: Apr 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310032356

Amity Cross

Find out more about Amity and her books by visiting:https://www.amitycrosswrites.com

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One

Blair

To say that I was terrified was the understatement of the century. I was shitting bricks, but I wasn't about to let anyone know, especially not Jake fucking West.

I stood at the threshold of the tiny storage shed in the outskirts of Melbourne, watching West as he dumped the last of my boxes inside. It really was a pathetic sight seeing all my worldly possessions all packed up. Five boxes, a bed frame and mattress, fridge and a sad looking couch. A suitcase sat in the back of West's rental car packed full of clothes and that was it. My entire life right there in a neat little package.

All done, B, he said, sauntering over. West was just as badass as he looked. He liked to wear these tight black T-shirts that left nothing to the imagination and mine was currently running wild with the idea of running my tongue along each pec, then following the outline of his stomach tattoos right down to the part I appreciated most…physically of course.

I guess it was shallow of me, but right then at that point in time, the thing I liked most about West was his cock. I'd never met a man who could make me come as violently as that man did. Just thinking about it made my lady bits tingle and knowing that we were going to the airport after we were done here didn't help at all. The first stamp on my passport. The first time someone stuck around. The first time I began to care. For a long time it had just been Blair. Now it was Blair and West. My bitch rating had simmered down to a slow bubble and I was a fish out of water flip-flopping all over the fucking place.

I know it's a head fuck, West said, reaching out for me. Packing up everything like this.

It's just depressing, I guess.

Why?

I gestured to the half-empty shed behind him. Seeing how little of my life there is.

He frowned and pulled me in for what I assumed was a quick kiss, but he nipped my bottom lip lightly before plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. I'd learnt right off the bat that it was never just a small taste with West. He wanted the whole cake and he ate it in one sitting, too.

It's just stuff, B, he said, pulling away.

I know, but it's like I'm being bitch slapped by some fucked up metaphor.

You promised me you'd try. He sighed, cupping my face in his strong hands. Cynicism down to a minimum.

That's the other thing I'd come to realize about West. He said these things and normally I'd be all up in his face calling him a patronizing bastard, but he was right. He always seemed to be right on the money. I'd promised him and the bit that actually scared me was the fact that I wanted to keep it.

Anyway, when he was all hot and sweaty yesterday from helping me clean out my flat, it wouldn't have taken much for me to say yes. Wanna give me your kidney? Hell yes. Wanna try and give a shit for once in your life? Sure thing, hot stuff…as long as you stick that delicious dick of yours in me. What the fuck was it about sweaty men that got me every time?

I'm trying, I whispered, more flustered from my dirty thoughts than anything else. It's just…

Hard to break the cycle.

Yeah.

There was a loud cough behind us and I turned to glare at the owner of the storage place. He was this little bald man with his beer belly sticking out the bottom of his T-shirt. They sure knew how to employ them in the northwest suburbs. It's seventy-five a month. Direct deposit. The man looked me over then directed his attention to West. He probably took me for a gold digger or by the way Dark and Dangerous carried himself with his tattoos, a prostitute that was being looked after by her pimp. Either way, I wasn't good for the cash and anyway, fucked if I was paying for it.

Put it in her name and I'll pay, West said to the guy and they wandered away down the row toward the office at the end.

Looking over my few measly boxes of crap and flea-bitten furniture, I let out a long sigh. I'd said it before and I'd say it again until the day I died-I'd throw a match on the lot without blinking and never look back.

I reached up, yanked the roller door down and it hit the concrete with a loud metallic boom. How was that for a fucking metaphor?

When we walked out the front of the storage place, Furlough was there waiting beside a sleek looking limo. The rental was gone and I wondered how many people Affliction's manager had at his beck and call. His smartphone seemed to be glued to his hand twenty-four seven, which made me wonder if it was powered by his aura of douchewaddery because I never saw him charge it. I rose an eyebrow and West chuckled.

West, Furlough said, nodding. After a moment, he turned to me and said dryly, Blair. I trust everything is in order.

Furlough the fuck nut, I said brightly. Always a pleasure.

It was common knowledge between the three of us that he didn't want me around despite giving West his blessing. To Furlough, I was a problem he didn't want to deal with. I was the volatile bit on the side that would turn into a PR nightmare at the slightest provocation. He didn't care that my head was screwed on; all he cared about was image and money.

He narrowed his eyes at me and turned his attention onto West. We need to be at the airport in half an hour. He nodded at the limo and opened the front passenger side door and got in.

Taking that as our cue to get in, I went for the back door, glad that I'd be alone with West for the short ride to Melbourne's Tullamarine Airport. West beat me to it and held open the door and I got inside, just wanting this over. The moment I was on that plane, I wouldn't have the chance to run.

I'd never been in a limo before and sitting there on the black leather seat, I felt one hundred percent out of place in the posh interior. I was wearing a pair of beat up black jeans and boots, a cut up Def Leopard T-shirt and an orange zebra print cardigan with studs all over the shoulders. I definitely did not look like limo material. More like skeezy rocker wannabe.

Are you okay? West asked, sliding in next to me.

I'm fine.

I get it if it's overwhelming.

As long as you're here, I said, pressing against him as the limo took off.

That's the point. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled as they took in my features before dropping to my breasts.

Running my fingertips along his jaw, I relished the feel of his stubble scratching against my skin. West was rough around the edges with his unkempt beard and full on tattoos and I could never get enough. Touching him was electrifying. It made my skin tingle, my stomach churn and my pussy clench. I wanted to fuck him like an animal in the back of that limo, but knowing Furlough was up front with nothing but a pane of tinted glass separating us gave me the creeps. I'd never been afraid of a little exhibitionism, but this unexplainable thing between West and I…I didn't want to share it with anyone.

I drew West's mouth to mine and sucked on his bottom lip, pushing my tongue against his skin, forcing my way in. His hand found the back of my head and curled tightly into my hair as he kissed me back, trying to take control. His tongue invaded my mouth, clashing with mine as we held each other as tightly as we could.

Blair, West moaned, the first to pull away.

I win, I said with a wicked smile, teasing his swollen lips with the tip of my tongue.

What I wouldn't give to have you ride my cock right here in this limo.

I was thinking the exact same thing.

He slid his hand into mine, rubbing my wrist with his thumb. Let's add that one to the list.

There's a list? I asked, my eyebrow quirking.

There is now.

The airport was looming closer and I could almost hear the bang as the last nail in my coffin slammed home. It wasn't a bad omen, it was my old life being laid to rest like the flogged corpse it was. Pathetic, lonely, lost Blair Hayden was gone and I was being reborn kicking and screaming into the unknown. I had nothing to look back on and why the fuck would I want to? I'd taken a chance on West not just because he was my only option, but because I was attracted to him in a way I couldn't wrap my head around.

It's gunna be mental out there, West said with a frown. "As soon as the paps see you, they'll