Undercover Rockstar: A Bad Girls novel

by Ann, Jennifer

  Suddenly I’m falling over the edge, breaking the seal of our lips to scream his name, catapulting past reason with a release so extreme that I’d fall to the ground if I wasn’t trapped by a powerful arm. Toes tingling, legs as limp as noodles, I’m thoroughly, gloriously spent.

  Releasing an honest-to-god growl, he reclaims my mouth for one more bruising kiss. I want him inside. I want him stretching me, rubbing me raw until I’m completely drained.

  A set of fingers press between our lips, waiting for entry. I suck them in greedily, filling my mouth with my own tart flavor. With his other hand he tweaks one of my nipples until I’m hit with a wave of violent aftershocks. I suck harder and swirl my tongue around his fingertips, giving him a preview of my plans for his cock.

  “You can’t imagine the vile things I’d like to do to that tight little cunt, drummer girl,” he mutters.

  My pussy clenches.

  Trent Risotto’s a filthy man. It makes me desire his touch even more.

  “Just like I thought, you’re soft on the inside—like everywhere else,” he whispers. His breaths are long and heavy against my face, matching my own. “Do you get it now? I’d fucking annihilate someone like you.”

  Then, as unexpectedly as he was touching me, making my body thrum, he lets me go and walks away.

  Stupid tears of rejection sting my eyes. Was this simply a way to prove his ridiculous point, that he’s bad for me?

  The roar of a motorcycle announces his departure, punctuating the most humiliating dismissal of my lifetime. Most of all, I’m mortified that I proved I’m a complete failure as an undercover detective.

  5

  Trent

  The lingering fragrance of Taya’s cum doesn’t go away, even after I scrub my hand in scalding hot water in the bathroom at Bella’s Bar. Watching her release—making her drench my fingertips—was the most erotic thing I’ve witnessed to date. Didn’t even care that I’d unmanned myself by coming in my jeans along with her.

  Cutting her off was the only way it could end. She was too open to my touches, too prone to my influence. After she told me that she had lost someone, I saw that same lost look in her eye that I had for months after Cali died. My determination to bring Bentley down doesn’t leave a lot of time for a woman that vulnerable. If things go south in the process, I’m a dead man. I refuse to inflict that kind of pain on someone else. I refuse to do that to her.

  Still don’t know what it is about Taya Daniels that makes me lose my shit, but she’s one of a kind. I refuse to be the man who breaks her.

  I settle at the worn bar beside a group of preppy fuckers in football jerseys and motion to Declan behind the bar. “Give me a double.”

  “Wondered where you’d run off to tonight.” Throwing a bar rag over his shoulder, my bandmate reaches for my favorite bottle of scotch while motioning to the TV. “You see this shit?”

  “Been busy,” I snarl, unwilling to elaborate.

  He wouldn’t understand what I’m going through with Taya. He’s always been a ladies’ man, and has no conscience when it comes to fucking ‘em and leaving ‘em broken-hearted. With pretty-boy looks and a voice unlike anything I’ve heard, he’s a lucky bastard—destined for more than some lame little garage band. Seemed a waste of good talent when he came around after Cali’s death, wanting to join me and Vaughn, but he’s just as stubborn as the rest of us.

  Declan grabs the remote, holding the button to rewind the live broadcast until an attractive female reporter’s standing in front of my alma matter. “Check this out.” He cranks the volume until the sound of the reporter’s voice drowns out the bar’s music.

  “Earlier today, friends, family, and faculty gathered outside Liberty High to mourn the sudden loss of Elizabeth Sentry, a seventeen-year-old senior. Police confirmed the teen overdosed on narcotics, although she did not have a history of drug use. The synthetic drug, known by the street name V, has been responsible for a number of deaths in recent months. Authorities have been unable to pinpoint the origin of the drug, and were unwilling to speculate as it’s part of an ongoing investigation.”

  Fingers burning, I dig my blunt nails into the oak bar-top. The authorities won’t do jack-shit because they’re on Bentley’s payroll.

  The camera cuts to a teary-eyed teenager with long dark hair, cheeks streaked with mascara. Something about the girl’s innocence and the situation strikes home, like I’m watching my little sister at that age. “Lizzy never did drugs, and I should know! I was her best friend! She barely liked to drink!”

  The camera cuts to a somber reporter sitting in the studio. “A memorial service for Elizabeth Sentry will be held at the Presbyterian church on Fourth Street this Friday evening from six to eight.” She flips the stack of papers on the desk in front of her before facing the camera again, this time with a bright smile as a video plays over her shoulder. “In other local news, billionaire Jonathan Bentley met with each of the South Side school district boards this morning to finalize the details on his recently formed Family First Foundation. The program is designed to provide an after school program for disadvantaged families.”

  With the sight of Bentley wearing a crisp suit while shaking the hands of other men, rage boils my veins. He’s a smooth asshole, as handsome and distinguished as George Clooney. But his smile’s too fucking genuine, his teeth too white. Am I the only one who knows there’s actually a monster hiding beneath all that fake charm? Why are they treating him like a good samaritan when he’s responsible for that young girl’s death? Some asshole producer probably planned to put the stories back-to-back as a secret middle finger to those too stupid to make the connection.

  “Turn it off,” I sneer, drawing my eyes down to my clenched fists.

  “Trent—” he pleads.

  I cut him off with a callused glare. “Shut it off and give me my goddamn drink.”

  The blast of heavy metal replaces the girl’s voice. I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding, shoulders hunched forward. Declan shoves a tumbler between us. “This one’s on the house. But I swear to god, you better hand me the key to your bike before you take a drink, because I’m not fighting you like last time you were plastered and in a shitty mood.”

  I dig into the depths of my pocket and throw the key out between us before swiping the glass from the bar. As the key disappears in Declan’s grip, I throw the strong liquid back in one swallow.

  “We’ll make him pay.” Declan grabs the back of my neck, crushing our heads together. “I promise, brother.”

  “Gimme another,” I say, pulling away to shove the glass at him.

  “Sure thing.”

  Before long, I’m surrounded by several hot women. They're quickly scared off by my surly mood. Can’t say how many doubles Declan serves before cutting me off and declaring I’ve had enough. I slur out a pissy response before heading back to the bathrooms.

  Once on my feet, the entire bar sways like some funhouse mirror. In the hallway, I press my temple against the wall covered in barn wood, willing it to stop.

  Cali had never done drugs either.

  Bile rises in my throat. I stumble past the men’s room, pushing my way through the backdoor until I’m met with a blast of cool night air. I continue walking as the demons in my head become louder.

  Cali was a good girl.

  I drop to my knees, fingers wrapped behind my head. Eyes closed, I silently curse Bentley and every other asshole that betrayed my baby sister. Including myself. If I hadn’t been so quick to join the military, forcing her to grow up with our worthless parents, she may still be alive.

  “Trent?”

  I’m fuckin’ wasted. The voice sounds like her. Taya. But I pushed her away for good. No way she’s gonna come crawling back after the shit I pulled. She’s better than that. Better than me.

  “What the hell are you doing on the ground?” the woman asks. “Are you drunk?”

  Fighting against the powerful haze pulling me under, I pry my eyes open. Massive brown eye
s blink back at me.

  “It’s not her,” I snarl. My twisted mind’s playing a trick on me.

  Vanilla surrounds me as soft fingers grip my underarm. “Jesus. You’re gonna have to help me here…I can’t lift you by myself. Come on, big guy, let’s get you home.”

  I’m soon on my feet, face pressed against skin softer than anything I’ve ever felt. I part my lips, groaning when my tongue’s covered with her taste. It’s like the best kind of candy, sticky sweet.

  Lyrics to a song I wrote randomly fill my head, sputtering from my lips.

  “…gonna fuck you up, sexy girl…gonna make you mine…”

  “Good try, Romeo, but you already made your intentions crystal clear.”

  An arm tightens around my waist. I shuffle along willingly. I know it’s not Taya, but I’m living the fantasy for as long as possible until the brutal reality slaps me across the face.

  After a time, I’m nudged down into something soft.

  Filled with her scent, my eyes drift shut.

  * * *

  I jerk awake with the sound of Vaughn yelling, “Tren—oh, for fuck’s sake!”

  Legs as smooth as silk stir against mine. I hold back a snarl, wondering how the hell a chick ended up in my bed. I’ve always fuckin’ kicked them out. Don’t wanna explain why I thrash around in the middle of the night, why I have nightmares. Must’ve been too blasted to care. Come to think of it, I slept like the dead for once.

  Following the curve of a woman’s muscular thigh to a closely trimmed pussy with dark pubes, memories come trickling back of someone helping me outside the bar. A sheet drapes over the woman's belly up to her head, hiding everything past the sexy pair of legs. I vaguely recall wishing like a pathetic loser that Taya had been the one who’d come to my rescue.

  “Cover that monster up, man,” Vaughn grumbles from the doorway, shielding his eyes. “Don’t need to see your junk this early in the day…or any time, though I’m happy to see you finally got laid. You feelin’ alright?”

  The first pangs of a blinding hangover press at my temples. “What time is it?”

  “Time to get rid of whoever’s under those sheets. Declan told me about that high school girl. We need to plan how we’re gonna stop Bentley once and for all. Can’t let that asshole get by with this shit any longer.”

  Grunting in agreement, I rub my eyes with the palms of my hands after Vaughn slams the door behind him. There’s no preparing myself for whatever scene’s about to go down with the mysterious woman. Some are crazy and demand I buy them breakfast, while others are DTF and cool with splitting.

  A deep breath grabs my dick’s attention. Fucking hell, she even smells like Taya. Vanilla and goodness.

  “Hey.” I nudge the woman with my knee. “Time to go.”

  “Hmmm…not yet…”

  The sultry voice seizes me by the balls.

  No goddamn way it’s Taya. She’d have to be a masochist to return after I got her off and left her hanging. The scotch must still be messing with my head.

  I fling the sheet off the woman’s head, grinding my teeth together with the sight of Taya’s peaceful expression. After a beat, sleepy brown eyes blink back at me as her sweet little lips curl with a sexy smile.

  “Who’s the weak one now, big guy? You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to drag your drunk ass into this bed.”

  Anger rises in my chest, thickening my throat and causing the scar beside my eye to burn.

  What the hell is wrong with this woman? She should’ve run the other way.

  But she didn’t.

  She came back.

  Now she’s here, naked in my bed.

  Now she’s mine.

  Staring down at her body, I take a minute to appreciate her perfect form. Tits slightly bigger than a handful, bowed in a natural curve. Smooth, flawless skin. Dark pubic hair revealing she’s not a natural blonde. Legs that go on forever. Bottom lip held in her mouth. Eyes burning against mine with raw want.

  She’s fucking perfection.

  I pounce, crushing my mouth over hers, absorbing her taste and essence like a starved man left to die in the desert. Brutal, insatiable fingers claw at my back as I fuck her with my tongue and grind my raging cock against her soft belly.

  Maybe I read her all wrong. Maybe she’s stronger than I thought.

  “Fill me, Trent,” she mewls against my lips. Her tits heave up and down my bare chest with each ragged breath. “Fuck me inside out.”

  Later. First, I have other plans with the flawless set of tits I’m finally able to explore. I slide downward, carefully avoiding her fresh tattoo covered in dermal wrap as I latch onto a stiff, pink nipple. She gasps when I take it between my teeth, marking my territory. My tongue soothes over the bite marks as I seek her heat out with my fingers, toying with her wet opening much like I did the night before.

  Only this time, I won’t be walking away.

  I apply the same treatment to her other nipple, giving them each a healthy pinch before slipping down farther past her glossy thighs. When my tongue penetrates her warm slit, she sucks in a sharp breath. Her flavor explodes against my tastebuds, a glimpse of pure heaven. It isn’t often I take the time to go down on a woman, but then again, it isn’t every day I meet one as exceptional as Taya.

  I take her hard nub between my teeth much like I did with her tits.

  Her tiny hips buck against my mouth.

  Incoherent words fall from her sweet little lips.

  Fingers twist in my hair, yanking until my scalp burns.

  Drummer girl likes it rough.

  The revelation releases my darkest desires with a crippling snap. I morph into something inhuman.

  Something incapable of compassion.

  My hands and mouth blindly seek her warmth.

  Her wetness.

  Her limits.

  We become a twisted pile of moving body parts and limbs, incapable of distinguishing us as separate beings. I don’t keep count after her first orgasm, but she’s relentless and takes it every way I give it to her. Every harsh action is rewarded with a cry, or a desperate plea for more.

  At one point someone bangs on the wall. It does nothing to slow us down. She’s as open to the infliction of pain as she is the delivery, sucking and biting my skin with the same resolve to leave a mark. I almost lose it when she sucks on her pointer finger and wiggles it inside my asshole, a place I’ve never let anyone go near before.

  “I’m going to stick something bigger in there if you don’t give me some of that beautiful cock soon,” she hisses before clamping her teeth down on my earlobe. “Tell me you have a condom.”

  Satisfied I’ve thoroughly laid claim to every inch of her sweet-ass body, I swipe a foil package from the drawer in my nightstand and roll the rubber on, watching her pretty little face glowing with anticipation. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth when I push my knee between her legs to part them nice and wide, angling her succulent ass so I can go in hard and deep.

  “You ready for this?” I ask, frowning into her alluring eyes.

  Not even sure why I bother asking, because she’s already let me violate her every way possible. But I have to know she wants this, and that I’m not ripping her apart for my own pleasure. Smirking, she gives a confident nod of approval.

  I ram into her tight little hole, moaning when I’m balls deep. She’s slick and eager, taking all ten inches like a champ.

  “Again,” she pants, clinging to me when I twist my hips. “Dear god, you’re a big man. Give me more of that.”

  Ego inflated, I draw my hips back and slide into her slick warmth again. It’s a perfect fit, her and me. Not just physically, even though she’s so tight and willing that I sense I’m about to lose more than just a load. She’s witnessing a side of me that’s ugly as shit, marred with anger.

  This is so fucked.

  Muscles spasm around my dick, milking blinding pleasure from my balls. I let a wild roar rip before ramming into her again. At one point, a fingertip
returns to my backside, and I’m done for. An explosion seizes my balls until I’m seeing fucking stars. The muscles in my calves become rigid as I spurt into the condom, gripping her perfect tits in the palms of my hands. She comes right behind me, hips bucking, face arched to the ceiling as she groans my name among a content sigh.

  I roll off her and sprawl out on my back, trying like hell to catch my breath. Can’t say I’d ever come that hard for anyone. It’s like I’m releasing something that’s been wound up tightly for ages, waiting to be unlocked by the right woman.

  Taya’s suddenly hovering over me, a wicked smile pressed to her puffy lips. Damn, she’s a beautiful sight to behold. Red blotches freckle her long neck from my biting kisses. If I took the time to explore the rest of her body, I’m certain I’d find more of the same.

  Who the fuck is this gorgeous woman, and why did it take this long to find her?

  “Lesson learned,” she whispers, stroking a lone finger along my unshaven jaw. “You can’t break something that’s already broken.”

  I grunt, cupping the globe of her smooth ass. “Feels solid to me.”

  “You have no idea.” Her eyes flicker to the ceiling before fixating back on mine, lit with determination. “You know you want me in your band. I think I’ve more than proved that I can keep up with you.”

  Without giving her an answer, I close my eyes and get lost in the gentle caress of her fingers. Whatever’s going on, I don’t want it going away anytime soon. Dare I say it, I don’t want her going away anytime soon.

  * * *

  Disoriented by the sound of yelling, I wake and lift my head from the wrong end of the bed.

  I’m still naked. Still wearing a condom. Still hungover as fuck.

  Only Taya’s gone.

  Must’ve passed out shortly after I came. While she was caressing my body with this funny look in her eyes. Couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was like she was working through something complicated in her pretty little head.