Free All Access (Brothers of Rock #1) (rockstar contemporary romance) by Karolyn James Page B

be over.  She wanted to see where Johnnie came to unwind.  This was where he came to create music and spill his heart.
    Jess wanted to be the one he spills his heart to.
    The cabin came into view and Jess let out a sigh of both relief and happiness.  It wasn’t some sprawling wooden mansion.  It was indeed a cabin.  A beautiful wood cabin with wooden pillars on the porch, wooden rails, and two wooden rocking chairs on the porch.  The driveway area was made up of tan color rock with a knoll in the center of the driveway with a large black rock.  It was misshapen and looked like it had no purpose being there.
    “What is that?” Jess asked.
    “That’s the rock that was supposed to kill me,” Johnnie said.  He had a half smile on his face, as though he knew Jess would look confused after a statement like that.
    The car stopped, the driver looking in the mirror.
    “We’re fine,” Johnnie said.  “You don’t have to wait.”
    Johnnie opened his door and walked around to open Jess’s.  He took her hand and led her from the car before taking her bag.  Johnnie made it three steps before placing it to the ground. 
    Jess hugged herself because it was cooler than the city.  With a soft breeze and shades of what felt like a perfect spring day, it was the kind of weather that in the sun was the right kind of warmth but night it was perfect for a blanket... or a fire... or a man.
    The car pulled away and Johnnie waved.
    “He just leaves?” Jess asked.
    “That’s his job.  Don’t worry, I have a vehicle.  But I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
    Jess smiled.  “Tell me about the rock.”
    Grass had been planted around it and small purple flowers bloomed.  It looked like a shrine.
    “Well, when I bought the cabin, I was told that some rocks are big enough to fall.”  Johnnie pointed to a large hill that was a couple hundred feet away.  The tip of the hill appeared to touch to sky. 
    Jess imagined its peak disappearing into a morning fog when the weather proved right.
    “I didn’t think anything of it,” Johnnie said.  “But one night after a thunderstorm, I went to use the bathroom.  That rock rolled off that hill.  It crashed through the cabin and crushed my bed.  But I wasn’t in it.”
    “It rolled that far?” Jess asked.
    “The first cabin was built against the hill.  After that rock hit it, I had it rebuilt here.  I’m told it’s far enough away.  So far, so good.”
    Jess eyed the scene, trying to imagine something like that happening.
    Johnnie took her bag, her hand, and lead her to the cabin.  He opened the door and allowed Jess to walk in first.  She looked around the cozy place, inhaling its fresh smell.  The walls were lined with guitars, hanging in cascading position.  There were so many colors and shapes, Jess had no idea that many guitars existed.  In the living room a large stone fireplace was part of the back wall while in the corner was a small recording set up.
    Guitars.
    Amplifiers.
    Drums.
    Computers and equipment.
    “That’s where I write,” Johnnie said stepping up behind Jess.  “If you go look out that window all you can see is mountains.  Mountains running into mountains until they become a blur.  It’s the most intense thing to stare at.”
    “I bet it is,” Jess said as she looked over her shoulder.
    As far as she was concerned, she was already looking at the most intense thing.
    Johnnie.
    “What do you think of the place?” Johnnie asked.
    “It’s perfect,” Jess said.  “It’s comfortable.  It’s... you.”
    “That’s what I was going for.  I don’t bring people here.  This is my personal space.  Where I come to write, to think, and sometimes to bleed.”
    “Anything else?” Jess asked.
    “Like what?”
    Jess wanted to say love , but just the word coming to her mind made her freeze.
    “I don’t know,” she managed to say.
    Johnnie touched her hips, pulling her back so his body touched hers.  He slid his lips and down her