Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (15 page)

I concentrated on the muscular star hovering over me pumping in and out of me over and over with his perfect cock. Over and over he plowed into me. Over and over I felt as though the wind was getting knocked out of me in the most wonderful way possible. And over and over it was as though there was an electric current running from his cock through to the rest of my body every time he bottomed out inside me.

Holy fuck was it intense, and I screamed in time with his thrusts. I was sure anyone who happened to be walking by the bus outside would be able to hear us. Our passion was so intense, so fevered, that I was also sure the bus must be rocking from the force of what we were doing. Rocking as though it was a car and we were a couple of horny teenagers getting it on, but this was so much more powerful. It was a ridiculous notion, but it was still adding to the sheer delicious naughtiness of the moment.

"Do you like that? Does that feel good fucking a girl who hates your band?" I breathed. I was taking a shot in the dark, but I figured if that was what seemed to be drawing him to me in the first place it might do a little something for him now.

"Oh fuck…"

I almost wanted to giggle, only that would definitely ruin the moment. And in the moment I was building towards something incredible. I felt as though little electric bolts of pleasure were running through my body every time he slammed into me, but they were getting more intense with every thrust. And from the way he was panting on top of me, from the way sweat slicked his muscular body almost as though he was back out on stage, from the way he was staring down at me with concentration and lust mixing together, it seemed like he was on the edge of something huge as well.

"Are you close?" I asked.

"Yes," he grunted. "What about you?"

I pulled him down and whispered in his ear. Whispered something dirty that was so far beyond anything I’d ever done before, but there was just something about this session that was driving me past so many points of no return that what was a little dirty talk on top of everything else?

"What I really need is for you to blow your fucking load inside me. That'll make me come baby."

That seemed to do it for him. With one final groan he buried himself inside me and I felt his cockhead expand as one last incredible wave of pleasure shot through my body. Then he was exploding, filling me, and that was what it took to push me over the edge. That was the naughty little shove I needed to go completely crazy. To finally give myself permission to completely let loose. To turn the electric pleasure coursing through my body into the most massive orgasm of my life.

I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply as I threw my head back and let out a scream to go right along with the pleasure that was overtaking my body. I screamed along with him, dug my fingers in and clawed down his back.

I briefly wondered if that was something that would be seen at one of his next stops on tour. That thought just made me feel even more incredible. Knowing that I was marking him, that other women would see that. That there would be proof of his night with me even if he did move on to another girl and it turned out all those lines he was using on me were just that: lines. The thought of another girl seeing those marks on him, of maybe even the crowd at a concert seeing my scratches, was such a turn on!

My body shuddered and shook underneath him. My body grasped at his cock. I screamed out the pleasures that were his body over me. His cock buried inside me. And through it all I felt like I was about to pass out because I was screaming and not breathing.

Grant grunted one final time and then he very nearly collapsed on top of me. I opened my eyes as the aftershocks of that intense orgasm still exploded through my body. I smiled up at him and he grinned down at me.

“So was the groupie experience everything you imagined?”

“Hell yeah,” I said.

Grant wrapped his arms around me and I didn’t care that we were lying back on his bed naked. All I cared about was that we were together and it felt so good against him. I was bathing in the warm afterglow of what we’d just done and trying not to think about the consequences, though as I was coming back down to reality there was a small voice in the back of my head screaming at me about how crazy this all ways.

I ignored it. Right now I wanted to enjoy myself for a moment before the real world came crashing back. I closed my eyes as he snuggled up against me spooning against my backside. That felt nice, and I figured I could just rest my eyes here like this for a few minutes.

15: Escape

Buzzing. Confusion. Light.

Yeah, my brain was kind of fuzzy right now. Please call back and try again later when Mia isn't suffering from a world-class case of confusion and maybe just a little bit of a hangover from just waking up.

Only that buzzing kept right up. The bright light kept flashing in my face. That was odd. Usually the sun didn't flash in my face in the morning when it was streaming through my apartment window which was conveniently located at a perfect angle to catch the sun greeting the world for most of the year.

What the hell was going on here?

I opened one eye. That seemed like a fair enough compromise. Just one eye. I could still be half-asleep if I could only see half of what was going on in the world, right? At least that was the kind of half drunken/half hung over logic that was playing through my brain.

So I opened my one eye. I looked down. The buzzing was my phone. The flashing light was my phone.

Of course it would be my phone. The only question was who was calling?

I squinted at the screen. It was refusing to resolve into a clear picture. Why was it refusing to resolve into a clear picture?

Oh, right. All the booze I had to drink at that after party. After the concert. When I'd gotten a little close and personal with…

Shit.

I have a couple of friends over the years who swore by their personal hangover remedies. One said that drinking Tylenol with a bunch of water would take care of things. I knew one girl who swore by tomato juice as a cure-all for what ails you when you had a little too much to drink the night before. She claimed it sobered you right up.

It didn't. All it did was leave you with tomato breath and a hangover.

I just mention that by way of comparison, because in that moment I discovered the perfect hangover remedy. The one thing that was guaranteed to sober me up in a flash. Waking up and seeing my friend calling me when I'd fallen into a drunken sleep in the back of some pop star's bus after I had one hell of a naughty tryst with him.

Damn!

I sat bolt upright and immediately regretted it. I might've thought I'd sobered up, I might've thought I'd gotten rid of the lingering aftereffects of getting drunk, but sitting up proved that wasn't the case at all.

No, it just made the headache that was threatening just behind my temples come roaring to the surface. It made me regret ever even considering putting a drink of alcohol to my lips. It made me wish I could crawl back up next to Grant and go to sleep, but the insistent buzzing on my phone, Kayla's name flashing at me in the darkness, meant that wasn't happening.

I swiped my phone and it opened.

Kayla's call disappeared. My phone helpfully told me I'd missed about twenty calls from her. Great. She probably knew exactly where I was, and she probably had a pretty good idea of exactly what I was doing.

No, I corrected myself. She probably had a pretty good idea of exactly what I'd done. The fun part was over. Now it was time to deal with the hangover. Damn it.

I shifted around and saw him there. My breath caught as I saw his muscular body. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Light was streaming in from that giant window along the back of the bus. It was illuminating him through the blinds. Horizontal bars of light ran up and down his body showing off his perfect form. His handsome face that looked so incredible as he was lying there asleep.

In short, he looked absolutely perfect. And all I could think about was how the hell was I going to get the hell out of here, and fast? I couldn't believe I'd actually let myself become a one night stand for a member of Twenty Promises, and my knee jerk reaction was to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

Was it stupid? Maybe, but I was still slightly buzzed, dealing with one hell of a hangover, dealing with some pretty damn confusing emotions, and generally not thinking straight.

I glanced around the room. I looked down at myself. No clothes. A blush crossed my face at that. Why would I be in clothes? I'd only just had sex with one of the most famous front men in the world. I'd fallen asleep right next to him. Preferred attire for that sort of social engagement was the birthday suit, after all.

I frantically looked around the room for any sign of my clothes. I saw a slightly darker spot along one side of the wall. I thought he'd maybe tossed my clothes over that direction earlier. I couldn't really remember. Everything was sort of a lust fueled haze that ran together in my memory, and I figured one lump of potential clothes was as good as another when I was already stumbling around blindly in the back of a tour bus where, oh did I mention? I'd just had a one night stand with the "sexy one" from the most famous band of a decade ago. A band that I despised. I’d acted no better than a common groupie throwing herself at him!

How had I let myself get into this situation? Damn it, damn it, damn it!

I fumbled at the dark pile on the floor, desperately hoping it wasn't his clothes. And a smile played across my face as I thought back to how much fun it had been getting Grant out of those clothes. I shook myself. I needed to stop thinking like that. I needed to get the hell out of here. I'd had my walk on the wild side, but I was not a groupie for some rock star!

Okay, so maybe I totally was a groupie for some rock star. No matter how I tried to slice it, what I'd just done was groupie behavior. Still, I was going to get out of here before he could gloat over his conquest. Worse, I was going to get out of here before he woke up and did something like profess his undying love for me which I wasn't equipped to deal with right now.

Not that there was anything about our time together that made me think he was the type to do anything like gloat over a conquest. Not that there was anything about what he was that made me think he was the type to profess his undying love for a one night stand.

I stopped and turned back to look at him again. I thought back to meeting him in the diner. I thought to how he'd been while we were backstage together. And I felt a warmth rising inside me as I thought about that.

A dangerous warmth. A warmth that made me want to ignore my phone and climb back into bed. Into the rock star fantasy that I'd been able to live for just one night. A rock star fantasy that was so dangerous precisely because it was that: a fantasy.

No matter how nice, no matter how hot he was, the truth was plain. He was a star, and he was constantly traveling from city to city where girls who were a hell of a lot hotter than me would be throwing themselves at him. There was no chance for something long-term, and that's not what I needed in my life right now. I needed to remember that.

The night had been fun, but I needed to get out of here before he woke up and things got really complicated.

Because I'd realized something in that moment while I was looking at him. While I was thinking back to all the fun we'd had. To that moment we'd shared in the diner. Nothing in our time together had made him seem like the love'em and leave'em type even though I didn't see how he couldn't be given who he was and what he did. No, he seemed very sincere, very real with his emotions and how he was feeling even if there was more than a little bit of booze involved which made it questionable to begin with. And that scared me. I was terrified that he might want a relationship, and I don't think that was something I could handle. Not with him.

I finished slipping my clothes on. I must've looked a sight but I didn't care. It was too dark to see in a mirror anyways. I moved to the door leading out into the bus, and prayed there wouldn't be any security people waiting on the other side.

Before I left I did turn to look at him one final time. I stared at his gorgeous body. I stared at his beautiful face with just a hint of stubble that I knew was there even though I couldn't see it in the darkness. And I felt a profound ache in the pit of my stomach. I felt a fire burning in between my legs.

I shook my head. This was dangerous sitting here and staring at him like this. It made me think dangerous thoughts. The kind of thoughts that would have me crawling back into bed with him and waking up in the morning to see where things fell. I turned and quietly made my way out.

I hated myself for doing it, but it had to be done.

The lights were out in the living area as well. I started towards the door from memory and immediately banged my ankle against something. It was hard not to curse, and then I realized I was an idiot. I still had my phone with me! I definitely wasn't thinking straight.

I flicked the screen on and ignored the missed calls from Kayla. I made my way to the door. I finally saw my first security guard when I stepped out. The same one from earlier. He seemed to be having a quiet but rather heated argument with somebody. Somebody who was waving a phone in his face and looking particularly hostile.