Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) (7 page)

“That really hit you hard, didn’t it?” I met Olivia’s gaze
and shrugged.

“It bothers me a bit,” I admitted. I felt too good to even
try and think of a lie. “Wouldn’t it bother you?”

“Probably,” Olivia said after considering it for a moment.
“Okay fine, none of this was a mistake. It was a bad life choice.”

“You get to come this hard, get a great assignment out of it
to boot, and it’s a bad life choice?” I shook my head. “What can I do to please
you, woman?” She grinned slowly.

“In about ten minutes, you can have sex with me again,” she
suggested. “If I’m going to make a bad choice, I might as well get full value
for it.” I chuckled and kissed her sweat-sticky cheek.

“I will give you bonus value for your bad choice,” I told
her. “Ten minutes. Just you wait.”

****

“Time to start thinking about waking up, everyone!” I
groaned, wrapping my arms tighter around Olivia’s waist and pressing my face
against her shoulder in protest. I had no idea what time it was, other than too
fucking early. “Radio interview in two hours, folks. Check in at the hotel in
an hour.”

“Jesus fuck, Hannah, shut the hell up!” I felt Olivia
shaking with laughter at the sound of Jules’ voice from two bunks over.

“If you’re not out of your bunk when we park at the hotel,
don’t blame me when Ron dumps a bucket of ice on you,” Hannah countered. I
started chuckling too, my hands wandering up to Olivia’s tits, naked under the
sheets and blankets.

“Check-in at the hotel in one hour,” I murmured lowly in her
ear. “That’s enough time to fool around
and
get a cup of coffee.” I
rubbed my thumb against her nipple slowly, back and forth until it hardened
under my touch. “What do you say?” Olivia squirmed against me, a soft half-moan
leaving her lips. Her hips pushed down, her ass rubbed against my already
hardening cock.

“Everyone---everyone is going to know what we’re doing,” she
said, her breath catching in her throat as I let my other hand slide down
between her legs.

“Not if you’re quiet,” I pointed out, nibbling at the
sensitive skin just under her ear.

“They’re like…five feet away,” Olivia murmured, even as my
fingers slipped and slid between her slick folds.

“You’re already turned on,” I told her, keeping my voice
playful. “I mean, if you enjoy waiting until we get to the hotel…” I nipped at
her earlobe. “I’m fine with letting you get dressed and taking care of
myself…and watching you squirm in the lounge while you try to pretend like
you’re working…”

“You’d jack off with the rest of the guys less than five
yards away from you?” Olivia’s voice rippled with amusement; she shuddered as
my fingers found her clit and started rubbing.

“I’d jack off with them in the same room,” I told her. “In
fact, I’ve done it. We had to share hotel rooms last tour.” Olivia chuckled, a
soft little moan leaving her throat as she began to move, rubbing against me,
trying to get better contact with my fingers against her clit.

“If—if I didn’t have…really…really good evidence—to the
contrary,” she said, panting, “I’d think…there was something to those rumors…”
I laughed, sliding one finger inside of her slowly.

“No privacy on a tour,” I told her, working my finger in and
out slowly, feeling her muscles flex around me. “I told you that the other
day.”

“When you had me up against a wall…backstage…” Olivia shook
her head. “Good thing I was wearing a skirt.”

“Why do you think I got you that way?” I slid another finger
inside of her. “Much, much easier than sneaking back to the bus.” I turned her
face towards me and kissed her on the lips. “Come on, Liv. I can feel how much
you want this.” My thumb swiped against her clit, and her muscles tightened
around my fingers inside of her, clamping down. “Everyone already knows we’re
fucking.” I felt her hesitate for just a second longer; but then she turned in
my arms, looking up into my eyes.

“If you make me scream, I’m going to write an article about
you being the gayest gay man ever,” she told me, her lips twitching with the
start of a smile. I laughed and slid my fingers out of her, covering her body
with my own and bringing my mouth down to hers. I kissed her hungrily, shifting
down between her legs.

“I’ll save making you scream for the hotel. After the show.”
I guided the tip of my cock up against her, rubbing up and down along her
labia. I could hear the guys tumbling and climbing out of their bunks, but
Olivia’s wet heat felt way too good against my throbbing, aching-hard cock. I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and thrust into her slowly, filling her
up inch by inch. Olivia moaned, pressing her face against my neck, her arms
tightening around me as I slid deeper and deeper inside of her. “See? You can’t
expect me not…not to try for this…when you feel
this
good,” I murmured,
my lips right up against her ear. I dipped down to her throat, kissing and
nipping and nibbling as we both started moving together.

Olivia kissed me over and over again; she buried her face
against my neck, against my shoulder, even as she pushed her hips down against
mine, meeting every thrust, taking me deeper while her muscles rippled around
me. Her legs wrapped around me, her knees moving up to my ribs, and I started
gradually moving faster and faster inside of her. I let my mouth wander all
over her face, neck, and chest; I latched onto one nipple and then the other,
sucking and licking. Olivia twisted and writhed underneath me, her fingernails
digging into my back. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, the
tension mounting in her body. I wanted—needed—to hold back just long enough to
feel her start to come. I held back as I thrust harder and faster inside of
her, kissing her over and over again, swallowing down her moans and the little
muffled cries that left her throat.

All at once I felt the tension hit its highest point and
then she shuddered underneath me. The last of my self-control dissolved as I
felt her muscles clamping around me, flexing in fast spasms that made it
impossible for me to hold back. I groaned against her lips, waves of pleasure
coursing through me as I came deep inside of her. I kept moving for as long as
I could, thrusting hard and fast as my whole nervous system crackled with
orgasm. Finally, the spasms started to abate, and I half-collapsed on top of
Olivia, barely holding myself up on elbows and knees.

“Hey! Nicky, Liv! Get out here before the coffee’s all
gone,” Alex called from the lounge. I laughed, shaking my head, and pressed a
lazy kiss against Olivia’s cheek.

“See? No privacy.”

****

“So far, Jules and Mark are both out of the pot,” Dan said,
settling into his seat in the lounge. “That just leaves me and Alex to duke it
out over the money.”

“You’re going to have to wait two months after the tour for
that,” Alex pointed out.

“Not if she breaks up with him right at the end of the
tour,” Jules countered. “Then he wins by default.” A few feet away, I watched
Olivia working on another piece for the magazine.

“What happens to the money if all of you are wrong?” She
asked idly, not even looking up from her screen. “I mean, what if two months
passes after the tour and Nick and I are still together?” Four other sets of
eyes turned to look at me.

“What are you looking at me for?” I shook a cigarette loose
from my pack and brought it to my mouth quickly, fumbling with my lighter for a
moment before I could get it lit.

“I’m just trying to figure out if you’re really serious
about going the distance,” Dan said, shrugging.

“Same,” Alex agreed.

“I wanted to see if you were going to start blushing. I was
totally right,” Mark told me with a smirk.

“Everyone else was doing it, so I figured why be the only
one left out?” I rolled my eyes at Jules’ deadpan.

“I’m not trying to get, like, a confession of love or
something,” Olivia said, finally glancing up from her laptop. “I’m just curious
about the status of the betting pool if everyone loses.”

“Money goes to Nick,” Alex ruled.

“But he didn’t even bet!” Mark scowled at him.

“Technically he did,” Dan said. “He bet without actually
putting money on it that he’d…like, make it last or whatever.”

“You’re just saying that because you still have money on the
line. Nick didn’t put any money in so he shouldn’t win any money either.”

“But you can’t have a betting pool with no winner,” Jules
pointed out.

“We should ask someone in the mob,” Mark suggested. “They
probably have betting pools where no one wins.”

“Right, because based on Alex’s status with the Miami drug
dealers, they’re totally going to cooperate with any of us if we start asking
questions about illegal gambling.”

“You could ask one of those casino places,” Olivia
suggested, turning half of her attention back onto her computer. “Though they’d
probably say the house keeps the money. And there’s no house here.”

“Do you want me to get the money or not?” Olivia glanced at
me and grinned.

“Ah, she’s fucking with us,” Jules said, grinning even as he
shook his head. “She’s trying to get material for her articles.”

“A fight in the band over money would be a good scoop,” Dan
agreed.

“A better scoop would be catching Jules drunkenly grabbing
Mark’s ass,” Alex said. “Anyway, I vote that if Nick’s able to keep his dick
away from strange and actually manage to keep Olivia satisfied…” everyone
snickered, “then he’s earned the money.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re the only one in the
band with a girlfriend slowing you down, and you want to bring Nicky into your
shame,” Jules suggested. He shrugged. “Whatever. He can win the money if he
manages not to chase her off two months after the tour ends.” Olivia glanced at
me, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ll split the money with you,” I told her, grinning. She
rolled her eyes.

“I’m not just going to stay with you for money, you know,”
she said.

“I know,” I told her, nodding. “But the money’s a good
bonus, don’t you think?” I saw her lips twitch even as she struggled not to
look at me.

“We’re about fifteen minutes from the hotel,” Ron announced,
coming into the lounge from the back room on the bus. “Check-in should be
smooth, but I want to make sure you’re all ready when we get there. We have a
pretty tight schedule today.”

“Nick’s got an even tighter one,” Jules noted quietly. He
shot me a little grin. “He’s got to fit in fucking Olivia at least three more
times today.”

“Whatever you guys do in your free time, as long as you’re
not getting arrested for it, is none of my business,” Ron said, holding up his
hands. “But we need to go over the schedule. You’ve got the radio interview in
about an hour and a half; that’s going to take up at least an hour. Then we go
to the venue, set up while you guys talk to another radio station on the phone,
and sound check. You get some time after that for dinner and hanging out, and
then the show.”

“And then back to the hotel, debauchery—except for Alex and
Nicky—and on the road tomorrow?” I rolled my eyes at Mark’s question.

“Back on the road tomorrow,” Ron confirmed. “You’re all
getting a day off in another three days, though.”

“So if you don’t want to spend your entire day off doing
laundry, might as well get some of it done tonight,” Hannah suggested.

“Alex can do it,” Jules said, grinning at our lead singer.
“He’s going to be on Skype or phone with Mary all night after the concert
anyway.”

“Not all night,” Alex protested. “Just for a little while.”

“Says the guy who was on the phone with his girlfriend for
six hours yesterday,” Mark said.

“In any case, busy day today, travel day tomorrow. Make the
most of the time you have.” Hannah shrugged and turned to head to the back
where the luggage was.

“We’re right around the corner from the hotel,” Ron said.
“Get ready to check in.”

****

“Are you going to give me the spare room key, or am I going
to have to knock?” Olivia rolled her eyes at my question, grinning slightly
even as her cheeks lit up with reddish-pink.

“Only if you don’t lose it this time,” Olivia said quietly,
shifting her backpack on her shoulders as we walked towards the elevators. Her
hotel rooms were separate from ours; the magazine booked and paid for her stays
on the road. I told her more than once in the month and a half since the tour
started that she could save them the trouble and the expense by simply staying
in my room, but she insisted that she wanted to delay her bosses finding out
about our relationship as long as she possibly could. “It was embarrassing to
have to pretend like I lost my own key to get another spare.”

“People lose keys all the time,” I pointed out, glancing
around briefly before I brushed a lock of her short hair out of Olivia’s face.
“Especially when they get absolutely bombed on champagne.”

“
That
was your fault,” Olivia told me, wagging a
finger in my direction. “I am not the one who smuggled an entire case of
champagne out of the venue.”

“Hey! It was on the rider, and if we didn’t drink it, it was
just going to go to the crew there. I left the beers behind for them.” Olivia
punched the elevator button and snickered.

“Right. Playing champagne-pong in the hotel rec room was
totally the only proper thing to do,” she said.

“You’re the one who decided to up the ante by making it
strip champagne-pong,” I pointed out.

“On round
four
, after you got me bombed,” Olivia insisted.
She stuck her tongue out at me. The elevator chimed and we both stepped on
quickly.

“It’s not my fault that I’m so much better than you at
champagne-pong,” I told her. The doors closed behind us and I took advantage of
being alone with Olivia to lean in and kiss her quickly on the lips. “Besides,
if I remember correctly, there was enough champagne left over for some fun
experiments…” I cupped one of her tits through her clothes and gave it a quick
squeeze. “I seem to recall you enjoyed the bubbles fizzing against your clit.”

“Here,” she said, giving me a little push away from her and
slapping a cold plastic rectangle into my hand. “Don’t lose it this time.”

“If I do I could just invite you over to my place,” I
suggested with a smirk.

“I’m not explaining to my boss how I lost another card,”
Olivia said, shaking her head.

“You’re partying with musicians,” I pointed out. “These
things happen. It makes your reports more realistic if you participate.” Olivia
chuckled, shaking her head.

“You are a terrible influence,” she told me, poking me in
the chest.

“I am the best possible influence for you,” I said. “After
all, if it weren’t for me, how would you have learned that you prefer vaping
pot to smoking it out of a bong?”

“Or that spicy foods are a terrible idea if you’ve already
gotten drunk to the point of nausea?” Olivia shook her head again. “This is on
tour. I don’t really expect this to last, Nick.”

“Why not?” I moved a little closer to her. “We started out
before the tour did. We can last after it.”

“Is that really what you want?” She looked up at me and I
had to make myself look at her eyes instead of her eyelashes, her lips, the
pink in her cheeks. “You’ve done a great job of not hitting on anyone else…at
least as far as I’ve seen,” she said. She licked her lips and it almost ruined
any chance I had for focusing on her words. “But in another month or two,
you’re going to get bored of me.”

“You?” I snorted, shaking my head. “How can I get bored of
someone who goes into every experience totally fresh?”

“We’re running out of first times,” Olivia pointed out.
“Just about the only drugs you haven’t managed to score for us are coke, meth,
and E.”

“I don’t do the first two anymore, and E you really need to
have a full night to enjoy. Preferably at a club somewhere.” I kissed her
forehead. “You’ve smoked out with me what—five times? And every time it’s like
it’s new to you. I know you smoked before—no one takes a hit that big without
coughing up a lung if they’re a newbie. So it’s just who you are.”

“We’ve also done so many things sexually that we’re going to
run out of new things to try there,” Olivia pointed out. We got off the
elevator and started down the hall. “Face it, Nicky: you’re all about novelty,
and when that wears off, you’ll get the itch again. I’ve made my peace with
it.” I reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping her in the hallway.

“I want more than novelty now,” I told her lowly. “I want
you. You’re excited, interested, engaged.” I smiled. “How many times do I have
to tell you that it’s
you
I want, not just the ‘hard to get’ woman?”
Olivia took a deep breath.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” she said. She stood up on
the balls of her feet and kissed me lightly. “Now let’s get our stuff put away
so we don’t throw off Ron’s precious schedule.”

I walked Olivia to her hotel room door and went further down
the hall to my own room; the rest of the guys had gone up already, but I’d
waited for Olivia to check in, loitering in the lobby. She was right; Ron was
all about our schedule while we were on tour. He especially wanted to take
advantage of the increased press this time around, since Alex had made us media
darlings. So every date on the tour there was guaranteed to be at least two
interviews with two different radio stations, along with some kind of
promotional opportunity after the show was over—and of course, Olivia’s
coverage of the tour was a constant thing.

I thought about the way things stood between Olivia and me.
We’d been on tour almost two months; I’d managed to keep from even really looking
at the girls who made their way backstage. Jules, Mark and Dan had managed to
score about a dozen times since we’d first left for the tour—I’d stuck by
Olivia.
The question is: is she right? As soon as the novelty wears off, are
you going to start getting that itch? Looking for something new, something fun
and exciting, something mindless?
I pulled my dirty clothes out of my
suitcase and tossed it aside, sorting through what little I had clean to change
before the radio interview.

I stripped my clothes off and threw them at the laundry bag.
I didn’t think it was just novelty. The more time I spent with Olivia the more
interesting I found her.
Maybe that’s because she’s not just some dumb bimbo
you’re picking up to sleep with once and then never see again.
I grinned to
myself, tugging a pair of jeans up my legs.
But what if she’s right? What if
it’s just exciting right now? What do I do when we’ve exhausted all of the
possibilities?
A second later, though, I was shaking my head again.
As
if two people could ever exhaust all the possibilities of things you can do in
bed.
I threw on a shirt and grabbed a jacket to wear over it—radio studios
always seemed to be either freezing or sweltering. I pulled my shoes on and
headed for the door, checking to make sure that I had all the things I needed:
phone, keys, cigarettes, both key cards, and wallet. Apart from that I wouldn’t
need much of anything that wasn’t in my backpack on the bus.
Things will
work out,
I told myself.