Groupie Love (A Rock Star Romance) (Love in Shades) (9 page)

But tonight, we shared big pieces of ourselves with each other over dinner.

I got drunk and ate like a pig and I talked too much. I told him about New York and about not getting into Joffrey. About my mom being a jerk, insisting on law school when all I want to do is dance. I told him about the law firm my father founded 30-something years ago and how my sibling love practicing law as much as our father did. And how it would kill me to give up my pointe slippers in exchange for a lawyer’s robe.

He told me about his parents’ accident and how his sister stepped in to fill their shoes after they died. He told me about making music with his friends to numb the grief. He talked about being invisible and penniless – or I guess, ‘pence-less’ since he’s British – one minute and then being insta-famous and insta-rich the next.

We bared our souls to each other and the truth is, we were both naked long before we ripped each other’s clothes off.

I hold my breath as he pushes slowly, delicately past my entrance. The groan that pours out of him makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I cling to him, abandoning myself to the pleasure.

I’m so wet I can hear it as he moves inside of me. He brings his lips to mine. His kiss is deep and lingering. I feel the tension mounting in his body.

He rocks in and out of me in small, restrained motions. “Fuck Mackenzie…Feel like I’m about to explode…Wanna take it slow for you…but I want to fuck the shit out of you at the same time.”

“Fuck the shit out of me,” I pant. “Do it.”

He doesn’t fool around anymore. He’s teased me enough.

He slides in, all the way to the hilt, his erection stretching me mercilessly. My muscles pulse around him, making greedy sounds as my pussy gobbles him up. We groan in sync. I see my pleasure reflected on his face.

His features have transformed. They’re tinted with primal need. His hands cup my breasts, thumbing my nipples as he pumps into me again and again. “You like that?” he growls in a voice that is beyond arousing.

“Yes! Yes!” My hips thrust into his as we ride the wave of pleasure.

He fucks me hard. Rough. He makes it hurt in the most delicious way.

“Everson,” I moan.

“Keep saying my name like that and I’ll tie you to the bed and never let you leave.”

I tease him. “Eversssoooonnnnn!” I screech his name again.

“I warned you,” he mutters.

It’s like the sound of his name on my lips is the diesel he needs to fuel his thrusts. He pounds into me, all gentleness gone. All that’s left is raw, carnal lust. The sound of his skin slapping into mine mixes with our grunts and moans and howls.

We grind into each other. The friction is the match that will cause the combustible tension in the room to explode.

I feel the energy building at my core, gaining momentum, picking up speed. More and more urgent. My muscles furl tighter and tighter.

My lungs constrict when our eyes lock and I see the intensity of what he’s feeling in the moment. “I’m cooommmiiinnnnggg!” I blurt out as I lose all control.

He jerks as he climaxes at precisely the same moment. I cling to him, our bodies trembling against each other. I toss my head back and wail out his name as he grunts mine in response. My greedy pussy continues to pulse around him until his thrusting subsides and he crashes onto the carpet next to me.

Chapter 19

Everson

When I open my eyes the next morning, she’s lying on her side, breathing deep and peaceful. My arm is around her, cupping one of her perfect tits. Her bare pussy is damp against my leg.

Memories of last night flood back into my mind. The taste of her sweet pussy. The way her cunt closed tight around my cock. The way my name poured out of her lips.

Fuck – I got her. I’m a lucky bastard.

Just thinking about it has me hard again. I ghost my thumb across her nipple and it tightens beneath my touch.
She’s so reactive. I love it.
My hand trails lower, running down her ribcage, over her taut stomach, between her legs.

I flicker my fingers through her wetness and she purrs.

Good morning, Sweetness.

She groans and pushes her ass against my cock as her body revs to life. Her hand goes to mine, holding it between her thighs.

“Everson…”

Fuck. Me.

The way she says my name, sleep and arousal wrapping around every syllable, only makes me harder.

Her body is beautiful. Perfect. Toned but still soft. Strong but unmistakably feminine. Athletic but sexy. It redefines what a ballerina could look like.

“I ache all over,” she groans groggily into the pillow. And then she giggles.

“What’s so funny?” I inquire, pressing my lips to the back of her neck.

She peers at me over her shoulder. “Julia warned me that you’d leave me limping.”

I roll on top of her, pressing our lips together. “Ah – Julia underestimated me. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk at all.”

She giggles and interlaces her fingers behind my neck. She leans up into our kiss, her lips warm and wet. I feel like I’m melting a little as I get lost in the softness of her. Her legs spread wide as my hands trail down her thigh. My fingers dance across her skin until I’m thumbing her pulsing clit.

Her hand finds my cock and curls around the shaft. She pumps me slowly and I lengthen, harden under her touch.

I press a trail of kisses along her jaw, up her cheek, behind her ear. She whimpers, writhing beneath me. Our lips meet again and it’s so passionate, so intense. She whispers against my jaw, begging me to fuck her again.

I reach over the side of the bed and pull my pants from the floor. She watches me impatiently as I retrieve a condom and sheathe my aching cock.

I slide inside of her. “Good god.” I never knew anything could feel this good.

I roll my hips against her and I’m just about drowning in her wetness. Sexual energy charges the air. It crackles between us. I rut hard and deep into her. Her nails sink into my lower back.

“Everson. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She shuts her eyes, absorbing each sensation.

“That’s right, Babes. Take it. Take it all.” I plunge into her, as deep as her sweet cunt will let me go.

Her walls clamp down around me.
Bullocks – I’m about to blow!

“Harder, Everson! I’m so close!”

I slip my hands under her ass cheeks, tilting her pussy up to me. I pound into her. Relentlessly. Completely abandoning myself to the rhythm.

“Shit shit shit,” she keens beneath me and that’s how I know she’s about to come.

Her body trembles all over and her eyes shut tight. Her lips part and a long, weighted groan rolls out of her.

It’s in that moment that I let go, too. I let the orgasm consume me as I empty myself into Mackenzie’s quivering body. We hold each other, savoring the sensation, basking in the high till it fades long moments later.

I let out a satisfied grunt as I drop onto the bed and yank her up into my arms. She nuzzles her face in my neck.

We lie there, body to body without saying a word. Instead we listen to all the things that are said in comfortable silence.

I fucking like this girl
. That’s what I’m thinking as I fade back into sleep.

It’s the chiming of my cellphone that rouses me a few minutes later. I find it in the pocket of my pants and check my text messages.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. It’s already 7:49 and I’ve got so much work to do. I swing my feet off of the bed and onto the floor. I yank my pants up my legs.

I feel Mackenzie’s gaze on me. “Aren’t you gonna stay?” The disappointment in her eyes makes me want to sink back into bed next to her.

But I can’t.

I walk over to the bed, where she’s wrapped up in the sheets. “I’ve gotta go. Claudie just texted me. Band meeting then rehearsal.”

She tries to bury her disappointment with an understanding smile. “One more day before you leave on tour.”

I nod my head solemnly. “One more day.” I really wish I didn’t have to go. I’ve finally gotten this spectacular girl in bed. The last thing I want to do is jump on a bus and hop from city to city. Not when I have everything I need right here.

We stare at each other for a long time. The silence is comfortable, like we’ve known each other our whole lives.

I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.

“Do you have any plans for the day?” I ask, as I rake my hands through my hair.

She shrugs, causing her gorgeous tits to bounce. “Just rehearsals. Some yoga. Swimming. Same as always.”

“Do you mind if I come back when I get a chance? Maybe I can take you to watch us rehearse at the studio?”

She smiles broadly. “Yeah – come back later. I’d like that.”

I go over to the bed and sink on top of her, kissing her with everything I’ve got. When I finally let up, she’s breathless.

“Get out of here before we both end up in trouble,” she giggles.

I pull back and stand up. “I’m already in trouble, Mackenzie. You have no idea.” I toss her a wink, feeling like I’m walking on clouds as I stroll out of her bedroom.

Chapter 20

Everson

“The debauchery is endless in this house!” Claudie grunts in frustration as she yanks a used condom out of the kitchen sink and tosses it into the garbage bin. My sister’s dark hair is pulled into a sensible ponytail, low at the nape of her neck. The sleeves of her white cotton blouse are rolled up to her elbows.

There’s a huge recycling bin full of empty soda and beer cans sitting in the middle of the floor. The broom and mop lean against the stove next to a pail of soapy water. The place reeks of bleach and pine-scented cleaner.

“Hey – what are you doing?” I ask as I grab a beer can off of the counter and throw it into the recycle bin.

“I would ask what the fuck happened here last night, except that I’m not sure I want to know the specifics. It was a fucking dump when I walked in.” Her frown is deep but she doesn’t look up as she grabs a sponge and attacks the soapy kitchen counter.

I scoop up a heap of dirty paper plates and toss them into recycling. “Nobody asked you to clean this, Claudie. I would have called the cleaning service this afternoon.”

She ignores me and carries on scrubbing. “Did you know that there was some poor girl passed out in the mud heap formerly known as your flower garden?”

“Fuck – is she okay?” I ask, scrubbing my palm against my forehead.

Claudie glances up at me, rolling her eyes. “She was fine. I kicked the bottom of her shoe and she sprung up like a jack in the box.” She tosses the spongy pad into the sink and faces me. “I don’t know why you let things get so out of control over here. You’re 29 years old. When will you grow up, lad?” My sister looks at me again and quirks a brow. “And where the hell were you?”

“
Out
…” I say, deliberately remaining vague. I feel pretty damn smug as I prop my hip up against the breakfast island.

“
Out
?” Then she perks up, excitement all over her face. “Wait – the cute girl next door?”

Fuck. I can’t keep anything from my sister.
She knows me so well.

I nod slightly, my grin stretching from ear to ear.

Claudie squeals, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Oh my god. I’m so excited. The two of you would make the cutest babies.”

I roll my eyes. “Just don’t say that to her, yeh?” I warn my sister. “I don’t want you scaring her away.”

Claudie scrutinizes my face, a twinkle creeping into her eye. “You really like this girl?”

I nod again.

“That’s good. That’s good.” She nods her head approvingly. “She’s light years ahead of the drunken whores you parade around this house.”

“You don’t think I know that?” I say sounding slightly irritated.

She holds her palms up in surrender. “All I’m trying to say is that I’m ecstatic that you’ve found someone to care about again…especially after Tasha.”

My nostrils flare and my fists ball up. “Don’t mention that witch’s name, please.”

“I’m sorry,” Claudie says sheepishly, tucking her chin into her chest.

Just then, Joaquin, Razor and Kid saunter through the front door, looking hungover as they grumble their ‘hellos’.

“Ah, the three filthy, sloppy musketeers who fuck groupies all night and toss the condom in the kitchen sink,” Claudie snarls.

Kid slides his sunglasses over his eyes while massaging his temples. “Too early, Claudie. Too early.”

“Whatever,” Claudie mutters as she yanks the decanter out of the coffee maker and fills up five mugs. “You skives, drink some coffee and get your heads out of your arses, then time for a band meeting. The record label isn’t being very flexible. We have a call scheduled with Michael Moretti, the entertainment lawyer in five minutes to discuss our options.”

My band mates guzzle down their caffeine with whatever food they manage to find in the fridge before we all move into the studio for our conference call. Kid and Joaquin plop down on the couch while Razor and I take a seat in the folding chairs. Claudie sits cross-legged in the middle of the floor with her cellphone in her lap while dialing Michael’s phone number and putting the phone on speaker.

“Moretti speaking,” Michael answers on the third ring.

“Hello Michael. This is Claudia Coal. I’m here with the band. You’re on speakerphone.”

“Oh, great,” he says. “Look, I reviewed the band’s recording contract and it’s air-tight. Not a single loophole in sight.”

“So, you’re saying that you can’t get us out of the contract?” Kid asks, his face falling.

“I’m saying that it’s not as straight-forward as I was hoping.”

Claudie sighs, worry pleating her forehead.

“They want us to scrap the entire new album, though. And start over from scratch,” Razor grunts. “We worked really hard on that.”

“I’m really sorry about that,” Michael says sympathetically, “but your contract is iron-clad. Don’t worry, though. I’m the best damn entertainment lawyer in the country. I’ll find a creative way to get you out of your contract. Just give me a little time.”

I laugh bitterly. Time is the thing we’re most in need of these days.