My Night with a Rockstar

by Mankin, Michelle

  “I need you. That’s a fact.”

  “I can see that.” Lowering my gaze, I unbuttoned his jeans. I traced his length as I slowly lowered his zipper. The rasp of it was loud, the only other sound our heavy breathing.

  “You’re driving me crazy.”

  Gently removing my hands, he took over. He sat on the edge of the bed, removing his boots and socks. I watched him lower his jeans and his black boxers at the same time.

  When his cock sprang free, my mouth went dry. He was huge. Fully extended. Precum glistened invitingly on the blunt end.

  I went to my knees in front of him, tapping his thighs. “Please.” I looked up at him and licked my lips.

  “Babe, you don’t have to ask.” He spread his legs.

  I shifted and took him in my hand, tracing the turgid length of him before I put him in my mouth. He was salty like the ocean, harder than I could have imagined, and he stirred in me a ravenous hunger. Unleashing it, I licked him from root to tip. His cock leaped, and he groaned.

  “Enough.” He lifted me by my upper arms, twisted at the waist, and tossed me onto his bed.

  I landed on my back, and he followed me. I gasped when he grabbed the bottom edge of my tube top and whisked it over my head. My panties were ripped off next. Before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on me, lips and tongue on my clit, hands and fingers on my tits. I praised him with shortened breaths and throaty moans.

  “Look at me,” he said from between my legs, and I did, my head spinning at the desire I saw for me there. “You are so beautiful.”

  “You are,” I whispered.

  His gaze was dark, his passion making his handsome features stark. “My sweet Lotus.”

  Lowering his head again, he bathed me with his kisses and swirled wet circles around me with his passion. I arched into his urgent mouth, and he kneaded the globes of my ass in his eager hands.

  “Journey.” I sucked in a sharp breath. Greedy, I needed, wanted, demanded more. I was so close.

  He lifted his head, and I noticed a shadow in his eyes when his gaze met mine.

  “I can’t . . .” Pausing, he swallowed. “I can’t stop once I position. I’ll have to continue. This is the last time I’ll ask. Is it a yes?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He slowly smiled, the darkness in his gaze lifting. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “Good. I’m clean. I had to get tested before signing with the Skulls, and I’m always safe.”

  He slapped his hand on a condom packet he must have put on the bed, tore it open, and rolled it on while I watched. Gripping my thighs, he spread me open and moved between my legs.

  I moaned as he swept his thumb over me. My clit felt too tight, my body too tenuous to contain the powerful cravings his caresses unleashed.

  “You’re so wet. So beautiful.” Finding my opening, he positioned his cock and entered me. Not slowly but masterfully, in one bold stroke that stole my breath.

  “You feel so good,” I told him and moaned.

  “You feel wonderful.” He stared into my eyes, watching me as he began to move, and his movement, where we were joined became everything.

  I slid my fingers over his skin, the width of his shoulders, the length of his spine. When I reached the taut curve of his perfect ass, I squeezed hard as he drove into me.

  His voice raspy, he said, “Lotus, so good.”

  “I’m going to come.” Panting, I lifted my hips, straining for it.

  “Then come.”

  He drove into me harder, faster. Passion rose, hot and wild. My climax hovering just out of reach, I gripped his ass tighter. He slammed his cock into me deeper, synergy and mastery in his powerful thrust.

  I dug my heels into the mattress, taking all he had to give, stroke after hammering stroke. It was so good. He was so good.

  Waiting for him, wanting to come together, I went high and higher still. Until he drove deep one final time, stiffened, and groaned. I flew then.

  Clinging to him, I let go of everything, all I’d previously known. He chanted my name, looking at me like I was a revelation, his revelation.

  Journey and me together, this was the closeness, the harmony with a man that I’d always wanted.

  Lotus

  When I stepped out of the tiny bathroom wearing only a towel, Journey was waiting for me. His brown eyes warm, he cupped my cheek and brushed his thumb across my skin. A shiver rolled through me at the memory of what we’d done.

  I’d thought that afterward the connection wouldn’t be as strong, but I was wrong. It was stronger.

  “That feels really good,” I said, my voice husky. “When you touch me like that.”

  “I’ll do that and more when I get back. I’ll be in and out of the shower quick,” he said firmly, his expression serious. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  “Okay,” I said softly, wandering farther into the room after checking out his naked ass. It was as divine as the rest of him. The only part of him not tatted was the area his boxers covered.

  I stepped over the ones he’d discarded and snagged his black muscle tee from the floor. Shrugging it on, I brought the collar to my nose and inhaled deeply. My nipples hardened, and my clit swelled. It smelled like him. I glanced at the closed bathroom door, hearing the water come on.

  I wanted him again. I think he wanted me again too. Surely, that was why he wanted me to stay.

  Smiling softly and curious, I scanned the room, noting things I hadn’t before.

  A stack of music sheets and a steno pad with masculine scrawl were on his nightstand. An acoustic guitar rested in a stand in the corner, and a couple of guitar cases beside it were covered in colorful stickers that reminded me of his tattoos. Another surfboard in a protective bag leaned in the corner.

  The furniture was sparse, a small table with two chairs by a sliding glass door with vertical plastic blinds, and another chair by the door that had a black leather jacket thrown over it. The only other item in the room was the bed.

  My cheeks warmed as I looked at the bed, remembering what had happened in it. The sheets were white but rumpled from our activity. No coverlet.

  There was a notable lack of color throughout the space. No pictures or photos on the walls. No mementos. No hints at the personality of the man who lived here except for the guitars, the surfboard, the plants, and the man himself.

  “The apartment came furnished.”

  I turned toward the sound of his voice, his rich baritone giving the space personality it had lacked, filling me with renewed heat.

  “It’s nicer than you let on.” I swallowed. Hard.

  Journey stood in an arc of light from the lone fixture on the ceiling, wearing only a white towel. A damp curl had fallen over one eye. The pirate comparison surfaced again in my mind, or maybe a Greek warrior, his toga gathered at his trim waist.

  His brown hair glistened with droplets from his shower. It was mostly brown, except for a few lighter sun-streaked strands the color of honey. His broad shoulders capped his chiseled physique. His tats were a kaleidoscope of color that I imagined told as many stories as the stickers on his guitar.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice deeper as he came closer, holding the towel. But even with it closed, his cock tented the front.

  “Like what?” Electricity crackling the air, I licked my dry lips. I wanted to lick, taste, and explore every inch of him. I wanted to trace each tat, and I wanted him to tell me the stories behind all of them.

  No, Lotus. I curled my fingers into fists, reminding myself that getting to know him wasn’t what this was. But the reminder didn’t remove the desire.

  “Like you want what I want. Us back in that bed, repeating what we just did.”

  “I do want that,” I said honestly, my eyes locked with his.

  “In a minute.” He placed his hands on my shoulders. “We need to talk first. I have something I need to tell you. Something I probably should have told you before.” />
  That sounded ominous.

  “What?” I asked as a cell rang. My cell.

  Shit. I’d forgotten to check in with Sophia.

  I dropped to my knees, opened my bag, and withdrew my phone, not wasting time glancing at the caller ID. I stood, typed in my passcode quickly and put my cell to my ear. “I’m sorry, Soph—”

  “It’s not Sophia,” a familiar deep voice boomed.

  “Oh.” My eyes widened.

  His gaze narrowing, Journey moved toward me. For the first time, I took a step back, away from him.

  “Saber,” I whispered into my cell, dropping my gaze and feeling guilty, although I had no real reason to feel that way. “It’s late. What do you want? Is everything okay?”

  “I know very well how late it is.” He sounded really pissed. “And no, everything is not okay. Where the hell are you?”

  Shit. “Where are you?” I asked, my heart beating so fast, I could barely think over the pounding in my ears.

  “Your hotel, looking for you. I ran into Sophia in the lobby. It took some doing, but she admitted you’re not in your room.”

  “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” My spine snapped straight. “You shouldn’t have put her on the spot.”

  My breath caught, and I looked up. Journey was staring at me, but he no longer looked concerned. He looked as pissed as Saber sounded.

  “We broke up,” I said weakly into my phone, but wanting both men to hear me.

  “We were on a break!” he shouted.

  I winced, pulling my cell away from my ear.

  “We were not on a break,” I said after returning my cell to my ear. I turned my back to Journey, but it didn’t help. I could feel his eyes on me, cold like an arctic blast.

  Shit. Shit. “We’re over,” I said firmly to Saber, though reiterating it brought tears to my eyes. “You know as well as I do that we’ve been going nowhere for a long time. You didn’t even remember my birthday.”

  “I remembered. I’m here right now because it’s your birthday. As soon as we finished the single, I drove straight here from the cabin to see you. Took for-fucking-ever. Traffic was terrible. Shield whined the whole time about the detour.”

  “It’s a nice gesture, you coming here,” I whispered. “But it doesn’t change anything.”

  It was too little too late.

  I was proud of myself for sticking to my decision, knowing in the past I might have caved and taken him back. Pre-Journey, almost certainly. Saber was practically a perfect boyfriend, and Cork adored him.

  “It changes everything if you let it. If you come talk to me, we can fix this.” Saber blew out a breath. “Are you with someone right now?”

  “Yes, I’m—”

  I gasped as Journey suddenly snatched my phone out of my hand. My jaw dropping, I stared at him as he hit the mute button.

  “Do not tell him you’re with someone.” He glared at me, his brows forming a deep crease between his eyes.

  “But we—”

  “There is no we here, darlin’. You got off. I got off. But playtime is over. It’s time for you to go, understand? I don’t want any part of the drama you’ve got going on.”

  He thrust the phone back into my hands, his words and the sharp look in his eyes severing the tiny shoot of hope that had pushed its way upward through all the heavy shit that had buried it before, that had buried me.

  “Lotus,” Saber said, his voice blasting into the heavy silence in the room.

  Belatedly, I realized Journey had unmuted the call and put it on speaker mode. Why did he want to hear this?

  “Please give me another chance. I love you. You love me.”

  A crash followed that declaration. I spun around, a hand to my throat where my pulse raced beneath my skin. One of the macramé planters swung back and forth, but it was empty now. The pot that had held the violets was shattered. Jagged terracotta pieces scattered on the floor amid clumps of dirt.

  “Okay, I’ll come back,” I said abruptly and ended the call.

  Tears burning behind my eyes, I avoided Journey’s gaze as I went straight to the corner. Most of the pretty purple blooms were separated from their roots. It was probably hopeless, but I had to at least try to fix the damage.

  You only fail if you stop trying.

  Remembering Storm’s words, I scraped all the potting soil I could find into my hands. Violets that had roots attached came next. Hands full, I shifted, looking for a container, but before I could find anything, Journey raked the dirt and the flowers from my hands.

  “Why—”

  “Leave it,” he said curtly, and a tear spilled down my cheek as I glanced down at the remains on the floor. “It’s not salvageable.”

  “Maybe I can—”

  Shaking his head, he said sharply, “I don’t want you messing with it.”

  “Journey,” I whispered, lifting my head only to see his entire body jerk like I’d struck him.

  “Not Journey. I mean, this wasn’t right, what we did here.”

  I jolted like he’d struck me. That hurt.

  “It was a mistake,” he said, softer this time. “You’re with someone.”

  Forcing my words out around the big ball of emotion stuck in my throat, I said, “I’m not. I can explain.”

  “No explanation necessary, darlin’.”

  Journey’s expression was completely closed off. It was like what we’d done, the things we’d shared hadn’t mattered.

  Had I been so desperate that I’d imagined it all? His thoughtfulness? Our connection? The caring?

  “We had a moment,” he said, not meeting my eyes. “That moment is over. I told you how it would be before we started. You’re a big girl. You get that, yeah?”

  Pressing my trembling lips together, I managed a nod, and he turned away.

  Stupid. I was so stupidly naive. Journey was only a stranger that I’d cast in a leading-man role.

  No matter how beautiful what we’d done had felt to me, it was only an illusion. Like a really good song, the emotions it evoked didn’t last once the music was over.

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  IF you are in the mood for more beach surfing rockstar romance, I recommend my completed Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances Series box set. This series like STORM is set in Ocean Beach. Only it features the Dirt Dogs band. There is a happily ever after for each couple: Linc and Simone, Ramon and Karen, Ash and Fanny,

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  IF you are in the mood for rockstar enemies to lovers romance, I recommend my completed Tempest Rock Star Series.

  There is a box set of books 1-6, and a #1 Best Seller full length prequel SOUTHSIDE HIGH that should be read first. Take me to SOUTHSIDE HIGH to start the completed Tempest series.

  IF you like your rockstar romance super-hot, I recommend my completed Girls Ranking the Rock Stars Series. There is a box set of books 1-5, and the conclusion is book 6. Take me to the super-hot box set.

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  Michelle Mankin is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels.

  Fall in love with a rock star.

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  Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series.

  Get swept away by temptation in the ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series.

  Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters.

  The ROCK F*CK CLUB series is a girl-power fueled reality show with the girls ranking the rock stars.

  The ONCE UPON A ROCK STAR series is sexy modern-day fairytale retellings.

  When Michelle is not prowling the streets of her Texas town listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends, sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.

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  Irresistible Refrain

  Enticing Interlude

  Captivating Bridge

  Relentless Rhythm

  Tempting Tempo

  Scandalous Beat

  The Complete Tempest Rock Star Series, Books 1-6

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  Strange Magic

  Dream Magic

  Twisted Magic

  ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series (also available in audio):

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  Island Side

  The Complete Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances Series, Books 1-5

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  Find Me

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