Rocker Series

by Gina Whitney

  To my street team, hell knows what I’d do without you. Kisses and hugs to you…

  My other half, Rafael, I owe you many circles, kisses and hugs. I love you.

  My beta bitches; Vicci, Heidi, and Deana. Love you guys hard. Thank you so much for your feedback, teasers, pimps, and kind words. The greatest gift you can give is friendship. I am a friend for life!

  Kristen Switzer, my editor. Lord, what you put up with. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. We did it! Whoop whoop. Shots?

  Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  For The Reader

  About Gina

  Books By Gina

  To you dear readers…always to you.

  It has been said that all love begins and ends with she who gave us life. For all the poems of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of affection. The truth is, it’s not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It’s the decency of merciful lies…Abel Gunner.

  A blaze of white buildings under a diamond star-studded sky was the last view I had of Mykonos. The plane’s engines thrust to life and I drew in a deep, anxious breath. A bead of sweat made its way steadily down my neck. Fuck it’s hot, I thought. I reached above and put the air on high. Anxiety crept along my palms like a slow moving fire, causing a twitching sensation through to the tips of my fingers. I managed one last soothing look at the crescent shaped harbor swelling with party-goers, and released a loud sigh past my tense lips as I rubbed the ache in my chest.

  Now, back to the pressure.

  I felt the need to pace for the first time in six weeks. Yes, this holiday was exactly what we needed, and my cock agreed. One throb and my eyes followed my beauty’s barely covered thighs. She was curled up like a sweet kitten on my lap with her head resting over my chest—a direct line to my heart. Her knees bent, and hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Soft breaths fluttered over my chest as my finger pulled a soft curl around her ear and my lips grazed her temple. I whispered, “I love you” into her ear and felt the intensity of those three simple words down to my toes. Goose bumps flanked her legs and arms, and the mere sight of them made my cock roar to life. She was so responsive, and that in itself pumped blood through the veins of my cock. My heart beat quicker, harder, because I was the luckiest son of a bitch.

  I carefully lifted her to adjust my cock from painfully rubbing against the zipper of my jeans. No way would I make it through this flight without coming. Even if my beauty’s ass hadn’t been resting against my hard-on, just being in the vicinity of her was enough to explode. The taste for her clung to my tongue. Too potent to deny, and let’s face it…I wasn’t one to deny myself the pleasure of her hot mouth or snug cunt. The weight of her fully rested against my painful hard-on. I held her steady with an arm around her, and thrust upward. Jesus fuck…you are one sick fuck, I thought.

  The whoosh of the cabin door reminded me we weren’t alone as the flight attendant pushed the noisy refreshment cart down the aisle. She was a slim, tall brunette with a cheeky, wide smile and entirely too perky for this early of a flight. She looked official in her uniform. However, the ribbon around her neck in lieu of a scarf caught my attention. Call me crazy, but I knew a wannabe sub if ever I saw one. I chose to ignore my inclinations and cradled Beauty closer to my chest…stroking her face with the back of my hand. She burrowed deeper, exhaling a sigh. I smiled and a spark of contentment ran through me. I never imagined that the word “contentment” would ever pass my lips. But there wasn’t another word to explain the calmness that’d settled over me.

  “Good morning, Mr. Gunner. I’m Emmy,” she cheerfully announced.

  I put my finger to my lips, pointing to the sleeping Gia curled up against me.

  She nodded in understanding. In a whispered tone, she asked, “Can I offer you any refreshments? Perhaps breakfast… We have fruit, eggs, scones…you name it, we have it.” Her eyes roamed from mine to Gia, slumbering in my lap, taking it all in.

  I mouthed, “water for now.” Again, she nodded and made a show of bending over in her tight skirt a little too long to be considered an accident. I shook my head, holding a laugh back. And they say guys think with their cocks.

  She produced two chilled bottles of water, wiped off the condensation, and bent over Gia to hand them to me. I’m sure the flash of her cleavage at eye level was intentional as well. “Just ask and I will do my best to fulfill anything else you might need.” She winked and gave her best seductive smile. Her singsong voice ran right through me just as Gia stirred in my arms. I knew well enough what would come next—possessive Beauty claiming her man. I wouldn’t wish her sass mouth or Italian temper on anyone. However, watching her in action thrilled me to no end.

  A hiss left Gia’s lips and she straightened instantly in my lap. “Oh, is that right…” Her eye zeroed in on her name tag. “Emmeee.” Venom dripped from her voice like a snake moments before it devours its prey. Oh, fuck. Gia’s body leaned toward Emmy, and if I didn’t calm her down now, we’d have an emergency landing in the middle of the ocean just to keep this wannabe alive.

  I gently squeezed her hips, letting her know it was fine. We were fine.

  She nudged me away. “I don’t think so, doll. I’m the one who fulfills his requests. And I don’t have to try…I’m always at my best.” She tapped her finger against her chin. “What’s that saying… ‘When you’ve had the best you forget the rest’?” she spat out sarcastically. And then mumbled under her breath, “Fucking fan girls…gonna cut a bitch. I swear to fuck I will.”

  Stock-still, mouth gaped open in shock, Emmy uttered, “I…umm…I didn’t mean it like that. I was just offering you your complimentary meal and refreshments.” She lied, but tried her best to reassure Gia. Little did she know, that would never happen. Our past still lurked in the crevices of her mind like a night stalker. The task of building her confidence fell solely on me. It was the business. Girls were always throwing themselves at musicians. It was deeply rooted in the industry, and the more famous you were…the more obsessive and desperate the fans became.

  Engagement and marriage be damned.

  Gia’s head tilted to the side as she considered what the girl said and laughed. “Please, don’t insult me. Do I have ‘dumb bitch’ in a bubble above my head?” she asked and waited as Emmy shook her head. “You bitches say the same thing and live by the same code of ethics. Which are non-existent in your little, pathetic, slutty worlds. See this?” Gia held up the rock that sparkled on her finger. “Taken.” Then placed her hand on her swollen baby bump. “And really taken—hard.”

  I pulled Beauty closer to me when she tried to stand up. Jesus, the fucking hormones made her beyond irrational.

  Emmy’s face paled and her cheeks pinked all at once. Gia managed to scare and embarrass her in one sitting. She feigned a wary smile. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. Again, not my intention. Let’s try this again. Can I offer you both anything from the breakfast cart this morning?” Gia’s point made; there wasn’t another word between them. Emmy simply started to remove our trays from the upright position to place food in front of us…mainly Gia.

  Without another word, she uncovered the tray of eggs benedict and offered it to Gia. Sure as shit that would satisfy Gia and this whole fiasco would blow over—hopefully.

  Gia grabbed it from her and tried to slide over to her seat to enjoy the meal before her. However, I held her in place and ground my cock into her ass. Her little display of dominance had a hardening effect on me.

  She turned and rolled her eyes at me…typical
Beauty. However, she redirected her attention to Emmy. “That is all. And leave that cart of heaven right where it is.”

  Emmy just nodded and walked back to the galley up front, closing the curtain behind her. There were some definite perks to flying private as opposed to commercial. Privacy and comfort for sure. But, being able to fuck my girl on a whim was priceless to me and high on my priority list right now.

  Gia swallowed a mouthful and sighed in contentment before she turned to address me with a raised eyebrow. “Seriously?”

  I shrugged, giving her the smile she loved. “I’m a man,” I said, and then gave a slow thrust against her ass once more to make my point.

  She laughed. “You’re a cave-beast of a man, you mean. Can I finish my breakfast?”

  “Is that yet another new acronym for me?” My cock pulsed twice against her tight little ass, eager to have her finish him. “If you must.”

  She elbowed me and my breath left in a whoosh. However, her obstinate behavior did nothing but tighten my balls. “Reel it in, will ya? A girl’s got to eat and this girl is starving. Then, I’ll concentrate on feeding you.”

  I was powerless to deny her anything—couldn’t. I’d spent many years going from woman to woman, never once involving my heart…only my cock. But, my beauty, snug in my lap, and the child she carried made me a strong believer in love—one. Singular. No matter where this journey takes us or where I am in the world, she will always be home. And those would be the words—my words—that would be sung as Beauty walked down the aisle to her one true home…her Dom.

  A week later, I lay with my eyes closed and I pulled in her fragrance that was uniquely hers, and a powerful calming influence on me. The smell of our holiday still clung to her skin and her beachy waves…lemons and fresh air. I prayed it would keep my demons at bay. Every day proved to be a challenge. Shadows of my past were always waiting to take my present—future. And, there lies my inner turmoil. Thankfully, it was met with resistance. Will power intact. However, business awaited me. Which meant stress.

  Morgana’s trial loomed over us like a black cloud of doom with Beauty and I smack in the middle of it. The media circus around it was already at frenzied pitch. My grip on her tightened, an overwhelming need to never let go consumed me.

  Her soft purrs started to lull us both to sleep, causing my lips to stretch in a genuine, honest smile. Over the past month, I’ve learned all the many different sounds she makes. She was the one person I knew beyond a doubt accepted me, my lifestyle, and my never-ending voracious appetite for her pussy. She loved every facet of me. How that was even possible, I’d never know. Karma hasn’t treated us well in the past. In fact, she bitch-slapped me a few times. However, something changed between us—the clear, undeniable realization we were it for each other…the other half of a whole. The earth shifted every time we were near one another. A perfectly potent cocktail of love, lust, and fucking. Above all, she gave me everything.

  I was never a man to sit and watch a woman sleep—until Gia. The sun filtered through the slotted blinds and crept slowly over her body, casting the glow of the world’s weight in gold across her skin. I listened to the harmony of her even breaths. The very breaths I’d come to rely on to calm the beast inside that fucked with me relentlessly. I wanted to go to her. To take her again. But last night, I was too rough. She had begged for more, and without thought, I gave it to her. She needed rest. Until she woke, I would be a captive audience and just watch her—silently.

  I began to caress her tiny baby-bump. I didn’t know if it made me a pervert, but her swollen belly made my dick stir every time…knowing I did that to her. It was beyond primal and possessiveness. She carried our child. Created by love, lust, and kink. I felt like such a colorblind pussy where Beauty was concerned. In my lifetime, I could count the times I’ve cried on one hand. Her, this, us…what I felt was strong enough, powerful enough to pull me out from inside. Sin, covered by scars. Scars, covered by ink. Damage she’s vowed to love, she’s begged to worship, and the cock that made her cry my name.

  I’ve been falling ever since—no…not falling. Jumping. And in front of me, it wasn’t my music…but my most prized possession—my family.

  My LA home was nestled into the knolls of Hollywood Hills. I had it completely refurbished while in Greece. However, we were unable to move in until the end of February. So, we ended up staying at one of my favorite hotels in West Hollywood—Chateau Marmont. The Chateau was a castle of stories, mini dramas, and a world unto themselves. A place where you can leave your lives behind and become what they want to be. For us, Lethal Abel and celebrities, this castle was one of our preferred hangouts to party. We were the very substance that drove their reservations year round…making it one of the exclusive celebrity-watching hotels in the world. I rented the one-bedroom suite. Which was a perfect way for us to surrender and enjoy all the opulence the castle had to offer. The bonus that they were highly discriminating, and I didn’t have to worry about our safety or security. I couldn’t think of a better hotel to celebrate a very extended Valentine’s Day with my beauty.

  I was all too happy to renovate my home. Not that it needed it. However, I didn’t want my tainted past coming back to fuck my present with Beauty, and our baby. My possessiveness over Beauty reached fuck-crazy now that she was pregnant. I’d bear with her exaggerated eye-rolling happily. The pregnancy hormones hit her hard and the nausea even harder. When she finally fell asleep, it was usually caged within my arms. Arms that would protect her. You couldn’t convince me in a thousand years that I deserved her—this gift.

  I turned to the sound of rustling sheets as Gia rolled over onto her back. She stretched lazily. “Baby, how long have you been awake?” The sheet fell away from her swollen breasts. Sleep still in her eyes and clung thickly to her speech. “Is there something wrong?” she whispered softly.

  My eyes devoured her hardened nipples as they came into view from behind the sheet. She knew exactly what she was doing by rubbing her body against the bedding.

  If anything, Gia was still Gia…calculating, fierce, a jealous streak a mile wide, and fuck sexy. “Wrong? Other than you’ve made me into a pussy.” The very thought made me cringe. I said it in jest, but a part of me really believed it. “Your pregnancy hormones are fucking with my badassery.”

  Her eyes lowered, immediately going to my hard-on, and she smiled, crawling on hands and knees across the bed. Fuck me. I’ll never get anything done. This was an omission I needed to purge. One she deserved to know. After all, Gia had her own demons. The very ones that almost broke us—broke me—and killed her. This was something I could give her besides the discipline she’s come to love and the need that shadowed.

  “This is the first time in my life I have everything I’ve ever wanted. I just don’t want to ever lose you—again.” It was true. The thought of something happening to her or the baby plagued my days and nights. It was official. I sounded like a lovesick mess. And I was about to throw my balls into the ring. “Every time I look at you, it breaks my heart in so many ways. I’m that in love with you.” In recent days, the words poured out of me and I’ve written some of the best song lyrics to date. I sat on the bed and pulled her into my arms. I knew the sob was coming. She was very emotional these days. Said sob grabbed my already constricted heart and refused to let it go. I knew the only thing to do was turn her heartfelt sob into a cry of pleasure.

  The air around us charged with endorphins and pheromones. I took her face gently in my hands, seeking the control I desperately needed to have. And yet, I wanted nothing to do with it. I had been in control for so long—control of my actions, control of my dominance…it was not an option to go without it. If I let it go and said fuck it to control, she’d get an explosive level of raw need and domination that could rumble our foundation. My emotions swirled in a tornadic fury that needed to be channeled in the only way my mind understood.

  Her sweet lips met mine, and I ran my tongue along the seam…tasting…teasing until sh
e opened. When she did, I stuck my tongue in until I thought I would lose it. Not close enough, I thought. I needed more. More of everything. A battle warred in my head. The dominance fought to win, needing to take over and consume her, make her mine, mark her. But a small, unfamiliar voice hummed unforgivingly, fighting for attention, warning me about the baby, about my child growing inside Gia. I know the doctors had said we’d be fine to continue our lifestyle, but it’s no secret I carried around a trunk full of trust issues. Could I really trust that the doctor knew what she was talking about? If something happened…

  She fought for breath, but more for control. However, my fight was for utter dominance and submission. Something she still struggled with from time to time. I broke off this kiss, looking down at her swollen lips and shaking body. I could see her eyes search mine for understanding. She was well aware of the demons I held. The very one before her now. Tortured, imprisoned, and vengeful.

  I tried to touch her gently, feeling the heat run through my arms like an ache of betrayal. It was as if my body knew the defiance and acted against it. My hands didn’t want to be gentle, my fingers didn’t want to be kind, but that tiny voice grew louder, more annoying in its quest for serenity.

  Gia’s eyes grew colder as they narrowed on me. She could see the struggle within me as if it were playing out in front of her on a movie reel. Her hands grasped mine, holding them firmer on her face, applying pressure with her own fingers. It was her silent plea for me to take control.

  I felt my fingers grow tighter beneath hers, holding onto her with half the force I normally would, but my mouth and tongue still lagged behind. They were slow in their movements, testing the waters.