Wonderlust (Steel Roses #1) (17 page)

“I didn’t kiss you last night because you were fucking
drunk
! The truth is, I wanted to bury my cock deep inside you the moment I saw you in that fucking dress last night, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of you.” Oh! How wrong was I?

“You did?” I whispered, still clinging to his shoulders. I wanted his cock buried inside me, too.

“I still do,” he smirked, moving to undo the bun that was holding my hair up. “Last night, when you wore your hair down, you have no idea how much I wished you’d done that for me and not that prick in a suit.” My hair tumbled down my shoulders as he spoke. “You are so fucking beautiful, Natasha.” He traced my lips with his thumb. I was a panting mess at this stage, wanting him to kiss me again.

“It
was
for you,” I whispered, unable to meet his gaze. That was all it took. His lips were fierce against mine again in a heartbeat. His hands explored my body greedily and roughly. I couldn’t get enough of feeling his hands on me.

“I want to take you up to my bedroom, but you can say no,” he breathed against my mouth. Why the hell would I say no?

“I want to,” I groaned, pulling on his pouty bottom lip with my teeth. Shit, I could kiss these lips all day.

“You go first. We don’t want everyone talking, so I’ll join you in five minutes.” Were we really going to do this?

I raced up to my bedroom, quickly changing my underwear that I feared was almost ruined from our make out session in my office. My sexy red lace panties seemed like a good replacement. I brushed my teeth again and tamed my hair before putting on a long T-shirt. There was no point in putting lots of clothes back on. It would only be more to take off. I wandered into Alex’s room when I was done. He wasn’t there yet. Running my fingers over his metal bed frame, I took a long, deep breath. What was I doing?

“You can leave at any time, you know. Don’t look so scared.” Alex stood in the doorway in just a pair of sweats that hung really low off his hips. Oh,
that’s
what I was doing! Having sex with a rock star!

“I’m not scared, just a little nervous. It’s not everyday you get to sleep with a rock star.” I gave him a shy smile, moving to the center of the room.

“I’m just a man, Straight Lace. Don’t over think it.”

“Just a man,” I snorted. “Yeah, right.” I took in his perfect form. There wasn’t anything about his body that I’d change. I wanted to trace every line of his tattoos with my fingertips and run my tongue over every inch of his body.

“Are you sure about this?” He was taking slow steps toward me as he spoke.

“Yes.” Why did he keep asking? Wasn’t he sure about this? “Are you having second thoughts? Do you not want to cross this line because I’m your PA?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I want you, Nat. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” I swallowed hard, watching his eyes fill with lust.

“Maybe you should just get on with it then,” I challenged with a smirk.

“If you insist.” Licking his lips, he stood in front of me. I closed the small distance between us and placed his hands on my butt. He squeezed hard before pulling me flush against his chest. “I’m going to rock your world, Baby.” I giggled at his words until he crashed his lips against mine. My knees went weak and I lost all control, gripping his back as he picked me up by my butt and carried me to his bed. His hands were frantic in their movements. He seemed to want to touch me everywhere at once. His hands skimmed over my breasts making me groan into his mouth, but he didn’t linger there. His hands went lower until they skimmed my lace panties. I let out a cry of pleasure at just the thought of his hands down there.

“I’ve been fantasizing about the way you cum since I laid eyes on you. I’m going to make you cum really quick, Straight Lace. It’ll help to relax you. Then I’m going to fuck you with my monstrous cock.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. As his hand slid inside my panties and began to stroke me, I gave in willingly. His fingers were skilled; the pace was already driving me crazy and he’d barely started. I began to claw at his sheets as my hips rocked against the glorious torture. “That’s it. Give it up for me.” He ran his thumb over my clit minutes later while biting down on the sweet spot on my neck. I came abruptly and embarrassingly loud. How the fuck did he do that? I’d never come so hard in my life, and he’d only used his fingers.

“Holy fuck!” I panted, holding my chest as he gazed down at me.

“We’re not quite there yet. I’ll move onto fucking next, though,” he smirked, moving to pick up a remote control. He pressed a few buttons and some bluesy music came on. “You can moan as loud as you want and not feel insecure.” He winked at my puzzled face. Oh!

“I was a little loud,” I giggled, putting my hand over my mouth.

“You’re about to get louder,” he smoldered, picking up a pocketknife from his nightstand. Most women would be petrified of a guy holding a knife above them, but I’d seen Alex cutting coke with it, so I was intrigued as to what he was planning. After cutting the bottom of my T-shirt, he placed the knife back on the bedside table before ripping the material wide open. It was the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to me. I had a feeling, knowing Alex, it was going to get a lot dirtier, too. “Fuck me, you’re a walking wet dream, Nat,” he gasped, looking down at me. His eyes roamed over every inch of my body, then widened suddenly. Oh fuck! How could I have forgotten about my Steel Roses tattoo? It would be visible to him now. “What the hell is
that
?” His face was bemused as he ran his fingertips over my ink.

“I have a confession to make. I’m a Steel Roses fan.”

“I can fucking
see
that! You
are
a fucking groupie!” he snorted. “I fucking knew it!”

“Does that mean you’re going to fuck me like a groupie right now?” He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head at me in question. “I heard those bimbos saying ‘fuck me like a groupie’ a few months back. I wondered what that entailed.”

“I may do that later. Right now, I have other plans for you.” Pulling me up toward him, he unclasped my bra and I fell back down on the bed. “You’re in trouble now, Straight Lace,” he purred, slipping out of his sweat pants as he looked down at my bare breasts. His cock sprang free and my eyes widened at the sight of it.

As he moved on top of me, I held my breath. I felt the stubble on his chin against my stomach, but didn’t move. He trailed his lips and tongue up my body and settled in between my breasts. I should have been nervous, laying there in nothing but my panties in front of this rock god, but I wasn’t. The way he was touching me, and the groans and gasps coming from his lips, gave me all the confidence I needed.

“Fuck, Nat. You’re pure fucking sin, I swear,” he groaned, suckling between both my nipples. I couldn’t respond; I was lost in the sensation of his hot mouth on my sensitive skin. His hands moved down my body. “I want to taste you, but I
need
to fuck you.” His hands slipped inside my panties again. “Fuck, you’re ready.”

“Fuck, Alex…ungh…that feels
so
good.” I moaned, pulling his lips back to mine. Tugging my panties swiftly away, he reached to pick up a condom. His eyes never left mine as he rolled it on.

“Last chance to back out, Straight Lace,” he teased, grabbing my legs and lifting me so that I was arched off the bed except for my head and shoulders. “Ready?” I nodded frantically.
I’d been ready for this day since I was sixteen.
With one deep thrust, he was inside me;
I felt so full. He waited, watching my face for any sign of discomfort before beginning to move, and when he did, fuck, it was heaven. I’d never felt so desired. His pace was maddening, like he couldn’t get deep enough inside me. His hands were everywhere, gripping and pinching my nipples, then moving to dig into my butt. I was like a rag doll as he pounded into me, lifting me higher off the bed. He took me the way he wanted; it was raw and primal.

“Fuck, Baby. I’m not going to last long. You feel so fucking good!” He flipped me so we were nose to nose. I straddled his lap, digging my nails into his back as I started to build. “I can feel you trembling from the inside. Come on!” he said as he thrust faster. I was practically riding him now, meeting his thrusts with my own. When my orgasm surfaced, it soared through my veins, leaving tingles all over my body in its wake. Alex came loudly moments later.

“Why didn’t I let you do that to me sooner?” I giggled, lying on his chest after we’d regulated our breathing.

“I was wondering the same thing,” he grinned, running his hands through my hair. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I feel wonderful,” I sighed, trailing my hands down his chest. His skin was clammy from our activities.

“All this time and you were a
Roses
fan.” Looking up at his ceiling, he shook his head. “Who was your favorite member?” He snapped his head back to me, searching my face for the answer.

“Who do you think?” I snorted, tracing his crucifix tattoo with my fingertips. “You were every teenage girl’s fantasy when I was younger. Nothing has really changed, has it?”

“Well, it’s time I fuck you like a groupie then. I don’t like disappointing my fans.” He flipped me over onto my stomach, lifting my butt up into the air. I didn’t protest in the slightest.

“What’s this music?” I asked, wrapped up in Alex’s arms. We were taking a well earned rest. Damn, he was like a machine. He just didn’t stop!

“They’re a band called Central Demon. They sent me a demo tape last year and I helped produce their first album.”

“Oh, wow!” They had a fresh edge to them.

“Do you like them?”

“Yeah. They’re a good band to listen to while you’re rolling around the sheets with an incredible sexy man.” It was amazing how comfortable I felt, lying there in his arms.

He chuckled, nuzzling my neck. “I’ll be sure to tell them that when I see them next.”

“We should think about getting up, Alex.” Looking over at his clock, I saw that it was almost midday. We’d been in bed
that
long? “You haven’t even said goodbye to Milly yet.”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t burst into my room by now, to be honest.”

“She’d do that?” I gasped, pulling the sheets tighter around my body. I would have been on full display if she walked in now.

“She’s done worse over the years.” Pulling me back into his arms, he sighed. “She has a little crush on you too, but don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“She has a crush on
me
?”

Lacing his fingers through mine, he softly pecked my lips. “Don’t act so surprised. You’re fucking gorgeous. You’re the only woman I’ve
ever
chased.”

“It was more like
hounding
.”

“Ouch! There you go again, shooting me down. It worked in the end, though.”

“Yes, it would seem no woman can resist you,” I purred, running my fingers through his hair. Why couldn’t I keep my hands off this man?

“So, did I live up to your fantasies, Straight Lace?” Pinning me down against the mattress, he held both my hands in one of his above my head. “Did you dream about me doing dirty things to you when you were younger? Fuck, that thought is making me hard.”

“I touched your arm once at a concert. I didn’t wash my hand for months,” I admitted, holding in a groan as he parted my legs by sliding his body in between them.

“Did you fantasize about me doing this?” He began to trail kisses down my neck and breasts. I nodded, gripping the metal frame behind me as his lips continued south, toward my hips. “What about this?” He breathed against my public bone, and all I could do was whimper, knowing where he was heading. The moment he exhaled across my sex, my hips almost bolted off the bed. “Oh, you like that, huh?” I couldn’t look down at him between my legs or I’d combust. He began to gently lap at my entrance, exploring every inch of me, while moving his hands up my body to grope my breasts. His tongue moved faster against my clit. Jesus, the things this man could do with his fingers and tongue. I began thrashing against him, trying to close my legs as I began to build, but his shoulders were wedged in the way. I wasn’t sure I’d cope with another orgasm.

“F…F…FUCK!” I screamed, gripping his hair as my body convulsed with a tremendous force.

“Mmm… tasty,” he smirked, wiping his mouth. “I love it when you cum.”

“So do I,” I groaned, holding my chest. “I’ve never…I mean, it’s never…”

“Are you saying that I’m better than that fucker in the suit?” He looked smug as I nodded. “This is the best way to get over someone, you know. You can do much better than that fucker anyway!” With those few words, my heart sank. Of course this meant nothing more than just a hook up to Alex. He may have thought he was crazy about me, but it was just lust, and I was fine with that. I could do this until my heart got the better of me.

“S…so was this just a one off thing? Us I mean?” My voice was too quiet. Alex sat up, resting his head on his elbow.

“It can be whatever you want it to be, Straight Lace. I have to admit, I’d love to do that all again, night after night. I could really bring you out of that shell of yours.”

“You mean like a fling?”

“If you want,” he shrugged. He didn’t seem bothered, and that worried me a little. “What is it?” Touching my chin, he lifted my eyes up to meet his.

“I’m not sure I’d want to do this if you’re going to have all those bimbos in your sex pit, too.”

“Straight Lace, if I have
you
keeping my bed warm, I don’t need any of them.” He was so confusing; I couldn’t work him out.

“So, this would be like an exclusive fling? We just sleep with each other.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “If that’s what you want.”

“Would we keep it a secret from everyone?” I didn’t really like the idea of the masses knowing that I was sleeping with my boss. Especially since I’d done the same thing in my last job.
I was such a whore!

“If that’s what you want. It wouldn’t be difficult now that we’re both sleeping up here. We wouldn’t have to do much sneaking around.” Why did the idea of sneaking around give me butterflies? “I can’t promise I’d be able to keep my hands off you when we’re in the rest of the mansion, though.” He ran his fingertips gently down my body. “Especially now that I’ve gotten to know your body in
great
detail.” I was about to speak when we heard Milly shouting outside his bedroom.

“You better not be naked, Harbour!” she called. Panicking, I flew off the bed and rolled underneath it.

“Really? You’re going to hide there? You’re naked!” Alex snorted, grabbing his sweats and putting them on.

“Don’t look at me, she’ll know I’m here!” I yelled. Milly burst in as he sat back down.

“Hey, Whore! Who have you got locked away in here?” she questioned him. I could only make out her feet from under the bed.

“I might actually just be sleeping, you know.” I felt the bed dip and realized Milly must have sat down.

“With all the pussy that was at the party last night, I’m surprised you didn’t bring a whole herd back. There were plenty willing to hang off your cock.” I scowled from my hiding place, but that was something I’d have to get used to. I’d have to share Alex with the whole world to some degree. What was I even thinking? It was just a
fling
. It wasn’t like he was mine.

“I wasn’t in the mood.”

“Oh, I see. She’s really got you by the balls, huh? I never thought I’d see the day after what happened last time.”

“Don’t,” Alex warned, but I wanted Milly to continue. “There is nothing to tell. She’s my PA. You know I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“Diego seems to think otherwise, and I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Fuck off back to New York, will you? You’re getting on my nerves,” Alex teased.

“I’m going, but don’t be a stranger. And please think about coming on the talk show. It would be good for you. You could finally set the story straight about Steel Roses. Well, part of it anyway.”

“Why would I want to drag that shit up again? It’s done! Finished!”

“It was just a suggestion. Calm the fuck down! I’ve gotta catch my flight, so Shane is driving me to the airport. I hate to admit it, but I miss this place!”

“You did the right thing taking the talk show deal, Mill. I’m proud of you.” I was intruding on this personal conversation, but what made it worse was the fact I was
naked
!

“Fuck, don’t make me cry. You be good. Is Nat still sleeping?” I stopped breathing.
No, I was hiding under his bed!

“I think so. I haven’t heard her yet.”

“Tell her I said bye, and I’ll see you both soon.” I presumed they were hugging and kissing, and then I heard the door close.

“You okay under there?” Alex snorted, leaning down to look at me. “I’ve done a lot in my lifetime, but I’ve never had a sexy woman hide under my bed before.”

“I seriously doubt that. I bet Shane had to look under your bed every time you checked into a hotel when you were in Steel Roses,” I mused, standing up and reaching for one of his shirts that was on the floor near me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to get a shower. I have work to do.”

“No you don’t.” He leaned back against his pillows, flexing his the muscles on his arms.

“If you want to spend all day in bed, that’s fine, but I have your fan mail to sort.” Pouting, he stood up and sighed. “You have an album to write, too.”

“I know.” Stretching, he pulled me into his arms. “I just wanted you in my bed a little longer.”

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll pay you another visit tonight.”

“Fuck, you make it sound so dirty.” I giggled, but he silenced me with a passionate kiss. “You go have your shower before I decide to join you.” He gave my butt a light tap before I walked off.

“You’re finally up! I was about to send out a search party,” Diego called. “You
never
sleep in this late.”

“I drank a lot last night.” Alex hadn’t come down yet, and I was preparing myself to act as indifferent as I could when he did. Thinking about his massive cock and what he did with it this morning wasn’t helping me, though.

“Is Alex up yet?” Diego asked, perching his butt on my desk.

“Not sure.” I was busy going through Alex’s fan mail and snorted when I opened another letter with a thong in it. “Oh God, these look worn,” I giggled, throwing them at Diego.

“Ewww! Bitch, don’t throw that shit at me. I might catch something,” he shrieked, darting out of the way and bumping straight into Alex as he walked through my door. “Tell her, Alex! She’s throwing her thong at me!”

“It’s
not
mine!” I was laughing so hard, holding my stomach as I stood up. Alex widened his eyes between Diego and me.

“Are you sure this isn’t yours, Diego?” Alex joked, picking the thong up and throwing it on my desk. “It
is
your color.”

“I never wear underwear. You
know
that.” Diego fluttered his eyelashes. Alex had a look on his face like he’d swallowed something nasty.

“Ugh! Don’t fucking remind me.”

“You enjoyed getting an eye full. Admit it!”

“Fuck off!” Alex pushed Diego playfully. “Go and play with your hair straighteners or something. I need to talk to Nat.” I blushed from head to toe when he turned to give me a small smile once Diego had left. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I thought you might be regretting this morning now that you’ve had time to think about it.”

“I’m not.” He walked over toward my desk, placing his fingertips on my stapler. “Don’t you dare move that!”

“What are you going to do about it?” he grinned, pushing it slightly. “I might rearrange your pens after this.”

“Asshole,” I mumbled with a smirk.

“And you
love
it.” His lips were at my ear, his hands gripping the side of my chair. “Don’t even try and deny it.”

“I’m not, but we need to be careful!” Turning in my seat, I pushed him away. “What if someone walked in?”

“Don’t be so paranoid. All they would have seen is us talking.” He was right, but I’d never been good at hiding my feelings. I didn’t want it to become common knowledge if this hook up was only going to last a few months. “Try and relax. This will be fun, I promise.” Winking, he quickly moved my stapler to the other end of my desk before running out of my office. I tried to throw the thong at him, but he was too quick.

“Yeah, you better run,” I shouted, laughing.