ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars Book 6)

by Michelle Mankin

  “How much farther?” I asked, planning to text them.

  “Not too much more,” Gale said, amusement in his voice. I probably sounded like a kid eager for a road trip to be over. “Are you not having fun?”

  “I love where I am very much, but I’d rather be in a position where we could be more interactive.”

  “Babe.” His voice dropped to a gravelly rumble that made me a shiver. “Don’t tease. I don’t need any more fuel for my imagination. My cock is hard to the point of painful at the thought of all the interactive things I want to do with you.”

  “Drive faster, Gale, please,” I murmured, my arms tightening around him. “Just be careful.”

  “Will do.” He leaned forward, and I leaned with him.

  We road in silence for a while until he slowed, put on his blinker, and turned onto an exit ramp. At the end of the ramp was a four-way stop, and he put down his feet. The land around us was flat and marshy, a lot darker without the freeway lighting and headlights of cars.

  “Do you know where you’re going?” I asked nervously, peering into the darkness.

  “Yeah, not to worry.” He picked up his feet and turned left to go under the freeway. “I know the way well. It’s just a straight two-lane road for a few miles until we make our turn.”

  “You’ve been here before?”

  “Yeah.”

  “By yourself?” It occurred to me that he might be taking me somewhere he’d been with his wife, and I didn’t like that thought.

  “No, with the band. We met Charles Morris out here.”

  “The CEO of Zenith Productions?”

  “Yeah. He was at the party tonight with Mary. Tall guy. Gray hair. Did you see him?”

  “The handsome guy with Mary?” I asked, remembering him.

  “You think Charles is good-looking?”

  There was a new sharpness in Gale’s voice. Was he jealous? Of a man at least twice my age I didn’t even know?

  “He’s all right. But he’s not you.” No guy was him. No guy could compete. “Why did Charles bring you out here?”

  “Trying to impress us to sign with Zenith, I guess.”

  “It didn’t work.”

  “No, we signed with Lesowski, unfortunately, but I love coming out here when I’m in the Bay area, and I’m on good terms with Morris. Anthem headlines a charity fundraiser for a local children’s hospital that his label sponsors each year. In return, he’s extended an open invitation for us to stay here whenever we want.”

  Slowing his speed, he turned on his blinker again. Off the pavement, gravel crunched under the motorcycle’s wheels. We coasted to a stop on a short driveway in front of a large wrought-iron gate. Putting his boots on the ground, Gale walked his bike to the control panel and punched in a code.

  “This is a gated estate.” My eyes widened. “A big one.” The wrought-iron fencing was well lit and extended as far as I could see.

  “It’s twenty acres. Very private with a pretty view.”

  The gate creaked as it slid on its track. Once it was open, Gale walked the touring bike into motion again.

  “Does anyone live here?” I asked as he steered the BMW on a winding gravel path with solar ground lamps providing dim lighting.

  “No. The staff lives nearby and came out to prepare it for us. But no one lives here permanently. It’s one of his vacation properties.”

  “He has more than one?” I shook my head in disbelief.

  “One in the Turks and Caicos. Another in Hawaii. I’ve been to those, but he has others.”

  I started to form a holy shit type reply but stopped as Gale turned again. The motorcycle headlamp beamed into the darkness, revealing we were on top of a hill. Below us, the ground gently sloped downward to a large lake. Lining the remaining path were live oaks, Monterey pine, and cypress trees strung with twinkling white lights.

  “It is pretty,” I whispered.

  “I think it’s even better in the daytime. This time of year, we should be able to see flowers blooming, and I can’t wait to show you the sunrise over the San Bruno Mountains. It’s stellar.”

  “Hard to imagine.”

  “You won’t have to imagine. You’ll see it for yourself tomorrow.”

  Once he got us in motion again, we picked up a little speed going down the hill, following the gravel path to the bottom. Gale rolled the BMW to a stop in a small sandy parking area mere yards from the water’s edge.

  “Climb off, babe.” He cut the engine and put the soles of his boots on the ground.

  I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance after he kicked down the stand. I knew the drill. Skimming my fingers across his wide shoulders, I took longer than was necessary to dismount so I could feel his muscles coil beneath my touch.

  Gale might be tame, but he certainly wasn’t all tame. Not by a long shot.

  Awareness of him tingled along my skin. My blood pumped hot and heavy, and my legs trembled when I stepped on the peg and put my feet on the ground.

  Undoing my chin strap, I removed my helmet while watching him dismount. He moved gracefully, the denim stretching tight over his powerful legs and perfect ass. I bumped up my gaze when he turned around to face me. But seeing his slow grin, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. He’d caught me ogling him.

  “Come here, Jo,” he said soft and low, placing his helmet in the open luggage compartment without taking his eyes off me.

  “Okay.” Why wouldn’t I go? He was everything I needed.

  My gaze connected to his, I moved toward him, my pussy registering my pounding need for him in each footfall. His gaze heated, he took my helmet and placed it in the luggage compartment with his. Even that turned me on, seeing our protective gear side by side, like that was the way they should be.

  Without warning, Gale grasped my upper arms and drew me to him. Off-balance, I planted my palms on the hard surface of his chest and lifted my chin to gaze at him. His eyes glittered like smoky sparklers, his sculpted lips slightly curved beneath his mustache. He was so undeniably handsome wearing his desire for me.

  “Finally, I have you where I want you,” he said low, and then he kissed me.

  Divinely. Heavenly. Thoroughly.

  When he broke the kiss a few transcendent moments later, my hands were no longer merely planted on his chest, they were fisted in the soft cotton of his shirt.

  “Gale . . .” I panted out his name. Hot and throbbing everywhere, I clung to him. “Wow.”

  “I’ve been thinking about kissing you like that all day.”

  “I wish you would have—” I began, only to be silenced by another body- and soul-searing kiss.

  I forgot everything. Every thought. His heat, passion, and fervor reminded me that he was all I needed to remember.

  When he moved his lips along my jaw, I gasped. Gulping in needed air, I could hear his breath sawing in and out like mine. He eased back, grabbed the hem of my hoodie, and yanked it over my head. His gaze dipped to take me in as air rushed over my naked skin.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  My cropped top had come off with the hoodie, but I wasn’t cold. Not with his eyes on me, the dark mirrored surfaces reflecting the nearby twinkling lights.

  “Never going to get used to you not wearing a bra beneath those sexy tops of yours.”

  Glad he thought my clothes were sexy, I murmured, “My turn.”

  I grabbed his T-shirt and whipped it off. Licking my lips, I stared at the portrait of male beauty he was with his thick hair skimming his wide shoulders.

  “Feels like forever since I touched you.” He reached for me, placing his hands on my shoulders, then slid them down my arms. Everywhere he touched me left a trail of sizzling heat. “Your skin’s so soft.” Gripping my arms firmly, he brought me closer, crushing my curves to his solid muscle.

  I moaned at the full-body contact. My breasts swelled, my nipples hardened, and my pulse pounded insistently between my legs. “It’s been too long. You feel so good. Your skin to mine
. Your body.”

  We could proceed without delay or condoms since we’d already had the safe-sex talk about our statuses and established that I was on the pill. I wanted him, ached for him desperately. I was needy and hot, but I was always needy and hot when it came to Gale. All the overwhelming physical responses were there.

  But there was more. So much more.

  Outside, under the inky sky with white lights glittering around us, an intensity burned between us that transcended the physical. His ardent hold on me and his reverent expression as he stared at me told me that he felt it like I did. What we had was much more than physical for him too.

  “A minute is too long.” He framed my face in his hands. “A second even, when all I want to do is have you.”

  He lowered his head and closed his compelling eyes, his thick lashes fanning his high cheekbones as he touched his mouth to mine. I closed my eyes, moaning as he moved his lips. Slowly and seductively, he coaxed me to feel more, to give him more, and I did. Willingly.

  The moment I parted my lips, his tongue slipped into my mouth to stake his claim. Stroke by masterful stroke, he built the need between us.

  Engulfed in fire, I took what he gave, and gave what he let me give him in return. I was so far gone when he broke the tight seal between our mouths and lifted his head that it took me a moment to speak.

  “Why did I wait so long before I let you kiss me for the first time?” I whispered, my eyes searching his.

  “I don’t remember letting, only pleading and begging.” His lips curving, he lowered his head, layers of his hair sliding into his eyes as he began unfastening my jeans.

  “I remember there being a line that I erased,” I mumbled, beginning to work just as diligently on his jeans as he was on mine. He was faster, and spread the denim on mine wide before I could get my hand inside his.

  “You’re so wet.” His fingers found my slippery clit and strummed it as expertly as they had the strings of his bass only hours earlier.

  “You look at me, and I get wet.”

  His hand, his oh-so-talented hand, inside my panties was a truth serum that made telling admissions slip from my lips. Trembling, I managed to undo enough buttons on his fly to plunge my hand inside his boxers. I gripped his thick cock, and he groaned.

  “Just the sound of your sweet voice makes me hard.” He ripped his hand out of my panties, and I whimpered when I lost my hold on his cock. “Get your boots and those jeans off,” he said, leaning back against his bike. His fly open, he gave me a dark look that made me shiver.

  “All right.”

  The goal being to get naked fast, I bent to remove my boots and tossed them aside, then my socks. Again, Gale was faster than me. Completely nude, he casually leaned against his mechanical steed, watching me wiggle out of my jeans while I peeked at him through a break in the ebony curtain of my hair. He looked like a knight, his body chiseled as if battle honed, his fully extended cock a thick lance pointed straight at me.

  “I want you on my bike, Jo,” he growled low. “I want to taste you.”

  My lips parted, and wet heat rushed southward.

  “You like that idea.” The crescents bracketing his mouth deepened, lifting his mustache.

  I nodded as longing curled deep inside me.

  “Then come here.” He crooked his fingers.

  My tits heavy, the tips tight, I moved toward him as the night air cooled my heated skin. For a moment, the idea crossed my mind that someone might see us, maybe not someone on the estate, but possibly somewhere on the other side of the lake. But it was only a stray thought. I didn’t really care if someone saw. I might not be pure, but our passion was.

  “Up, babe.”

  He opened his arms, and I jumped into them without hesitation. Cradling the globes of my ass in his strong hands, he turned and deposited me on the leather seat, then took a step back to look at me. “I’ve imagined you like this. On my bike, where I’ve always wanted you to be. But the reality is so much better.”

  Palming his significant length, he sauntered forward, and I licked my dry lips, noting the glistening of precum on the head of his swollen cock. He placed his hands high on my upper thighs and spread them apart. Slowly, but forcefully. My heart raced, and I sucked in a needed breath.

  “Stay like that.” He dropped down to his knees in front of me.

  A hot, anticipatory shiver tightened my nipples even further. I’d just seen him onstage with masses of adoring fans at his feet, yet he readily prostrated himself before me as if I were worthy of his adoration. “If you put your mouth on me, I’m going to come, and I want to come together with you inside me.”

  “I need a taste, babe. Don’t worry. You’ll get your wish. I’ll take care of you.”

  “All right.” His care never in doubt, I held my breath when he lowered his head, and I let it out a moment later in a low moan when his mouth touched me. He gave my pussy a hot, wet, languid lick.

  My hands on his head, I groaned as I gripped his thick hair and shuddered on his tongue.

  “So good,” he whispered, then licked me again, swirling around my swollen nub. “So beautiful and sweet.”

  He tipped his head back, and my hands slid away from his hair as he stared up at me. Watching him swipe his tongue across his perfect lips to remove the gloss I’d left on them made my pussy clench.

  “Want my cock inside you now?”

  I nodded.

  “Then come to me.” Standing, he held out his hands.

  I slid from the leather, my body throbbing, eager to be connected to his. Wrapping my arms around his strong neck, I jumped up again, and he caught me, then strode to the closest tree. My breath caught when my back hit the trunk. The bark was rough against my skin, and his cock was a hot rod against my pussy.

  “Fuck . . .” I moaned as he made a single adjustment, then drove his entire length inside me.

  “You feel so good, Jo.” He dropped his mouth to the side of my neck and sucked on my skin. “Your pussy is so perfect around me.”

  I gasped when he rolled his hips, deepening the penetration of his cock. “Gale, I need—”

  “I’ll give it to you,” he said, squeezing each globe in his capable hands. “But I need you to move with me.”

  “Yes.” Using his strong shoulders for leverage, I lifted my hips. When I lowered myself on his length, he surged deeper. His hardness filling me, we quickly found a rhythm, a relentless, unyielding, frenzied one.

  “Faster,” I cried, pleasure building as I bounced, riding him. I was so needy, achy, and hot.

  “Fuck, yes.” His features taut, he hammered into me with his cock. “You’re so wet, so tight.”

  Our hot gazes locked. My rapid breaths echoed his.

  “Gale!” I abandoned all restraint, grinding, sliding, straining for it. “Don’t stop!”

  His hard cock filled me so full. He honed my pleasure so perfectly. Undid me so completely.

  “Oh yes!” It came for me, the fine edge, and I ran toward it.

  Roaring my name, he stiffened, erupting inside me, and the heat of him pushed me over the edge. I flew with him to that fiery place that was us . . . ours. Out in the open, underneath the sky, our bodies and souls fused together.

  Josephine

  OUR DISCARDED CLOTHING PILED in one arm, Gale held my hand, leading me along a worn, apparently familiar trail by the water. The ground was mushy and damp beneath my feet, but I remained warm despite my nudity. Up ahead, I could see a small wooden structure surrounded by more trees that twinkled with light. It seemed to be our destination.

  “You’re not that tame, Mr. Lafleur,” I said teasingly. I liked when he gave it to me sweet and maddeningly slow, but I also thoroughly enjoyed experiencing the wild, unrestrained side of him like I had tonight.

  “No, I’m not.” Gale glanced at me over his muscular shoulder. “Or at least I don’t feel like I have to be with you. You’re my inspiration to be my best complete self in so many ways.”

  “I fe
el like I’m my best self with you too,” I said softly, swooning inside from his meaningful words, and glad he held my hand to steady me.

  We continued along the path, him leading and me following, as it gradually sloped down to the water. Evening primrose bloomed nearby, lightly scenting the air around us.

  The trees grew denser in this area but with the structure closer, I saw that it was a charming cottage with a clapboard roof. It didn’t have a traditional door, just one large opening. Apparently, the cottage had been a garage before being converted into guest quarters. Warm light spilled from the spacious interior, and a wood deck was furnished with comfy outdoor rattan seating groups and a dining table. An elevated walkway led to a private dock.

  “We’re here.” Stopping, Gale turned toward me, stretching out his arm and making his palm a pedestal. “Let me help you up. The deck’s a little high off the ground.”

  The darkly possessive glance he gave me when I put my hand in his reminded me of how he’d looked at me sitting naked on his bike.

  “Oops.” Distracted by my thoughts, I stumbled and almost face planted onto the wood, but Gale had already stepped up beside me and was there to catch me.

  As I processed that he’d come along at just the right time in my life to rescue me in a much more meaningful way, he pulled me into him. With our clothing and boots smashed between us, my gaze met his, and it seemed he was processing something significant too.

  “Have a seat, Jo. Please. I have a few things I’d like to talk to you about.” He gestured to a nearby wicker chair.

  I gulped nervously but took a seat, watching as he dropped onto the edge of another chair and turned to set our clothes on the cushion behind him.

  “What is it?” I asked, twisting my hands together on my lap.

  “This is the first time since the desert that we’ve been alone, and I think it’s important to make sure that we’re on the same page.”

  “Same page how?”