Todos los capítulos de Dionysus Rising ( A Rockstar Romance) books 1-3: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

JaxWhat was the old saying?The show must go on.In our case, or more specifically for Dion, that was doubly true. We had a show, and we couldn’t do it without him. No matter how much he might wish it was different, how much he might prefer that he could sit and drown his troubles in the bottom of a vodka bottle.In reality, it was a wonder he had been sober enough to perform at all, but somehow Elodie had managed it. I didn’t know what she had said to him when she had asked for us all to leave them together. None of us knew what they spoke about, but I was thankful for whatever it was. Because when Dion opened his mouth and started singing, it was almost like old times. To the thousands crowded below us, he seemed normal. It was only to us, to those few who knew what a hard time he was having, that he all was not as it seemed. We noticed the microscopic differences.Still, it went better than I thought it would, considering. In fact, if anything, the crowd was even more wild than us

JaxChance had wanted to carry her to the car. Hell, he had wanted to carry her into the hospital and hang around, but I was having none of that. And in the end, my growled warnings had worked, and he had backed off, but not before I had heard him make a hurried phone call to someone. His voice was gruff and low, but I had garnered enough to realise he was telling whoever was on the other end what had happened. And that made me start to wonder again just how close he was to Elodie.Not that it really mattered. The moment I had seen the blood on her face, I had realised one thing.As much as she drove me absolutely insane, I was obsessively protective over her. I stayed with her, refusing to leave the small room as her face was cleaned up. I didn’t touch her, but I didn’t take my eyes off her grimacing face either. Of course, the others were there as well, hovering around like bodyguards, but I paid them no mind at all. There was no one but Elodie. Tomorrow, I would have to deal with

JaxYou shouldn’t be doing this, you should not be doing this. The words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head, but I knew I was going to do it. I knew we were going to do it more specifically. Bad idea or not, this was actually going to happen. In reality, there had never been any doubt in my mind that we would end up like this. From the very first moment I had set eyes on her, when her perfect breasts had fallen free from her tank top, we were on a one-way path to fuck-ville. Sure, we had fought against it, clashed at every possible opportunity, but it was always going to end up like this. I knew she expected me to touch her, and I was going to, but first... My fingers found what they were looking for under the foamy water and closed around the washcloth triumphantly. I brought it up over her spine. Elodie didn’t move. She just sat there, her arms about her drawn-up knees as she let me touch her through the soft cloth. Over and over again, I rubbed up and down her bac

JaxI purposely took the seat nearest Elodie the next afternoon. Erik had called a staff meeting and almost everyone of any importance was there. Which meant there were more than enough chairs for me to sit anywhere I wanted to. I had chosen to take the seat next to hers, using my foot to pull hers closer. I did it to see everyone’s reaction, but mostly to see hers. And while the others barely raised an eyebrow, she scowled at me, tearing her hand away from mine when I took it.I grinned down at her, leaning back and leaving my hand where it fell on her knee. She could be as pissed off with me as she wanted to be. She couldn’t change what had happened between us last night. Or again this morning. And the sleepy sex we’d had this morning had been just as passionate and frantic as our first time. If anything, it had been better. Because I had woken up with her body wrapped around mine. I’d never woken up next to a woman before, at least not one where I didn’t want to escape the second

ElodieI started to giggle before I could help myself. It was just a few seconds before I realised my mistake and snapped my lips shut, but it was enough time to do damage. Jax was glaring down at me. Shit. My laughter faded to nothing. Shit, he was serious. Tugging at my hair, I reached for him. “Tate gave me it… He—”Jax didn’t let me finish. He was beyond angry, and I didn’t understand it. Was the guitar some priceless relic of bygone rock days and I hadn’t realised? Was that why? “I’ve been looking after it,” I tried again. “I wouldn’t break it or anything. Is it yours? I just assumed when Tate—”Jax’s hands came around to grip my shoulders. “When Tate was doing what? Fucking you? Is that why it’s here? Because he sure as hell wouldn’t just give it to you. He knows how important that damn thing is to me.”Ripping myself out of grasp, I hurried over to the offending instrument and held it out at arm’s length for him to take. “If I had known it was important or expensive or whatev