Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance)

by Clare Cole

  Dancing in the Dark (Curves for the Rock Star 4 - A BBW Rockstar Erotic Romance)

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  DANCING IN THE DARK

  Curves for the Rock Star 4

  by

  Clare Cole

  Copyright 2013 Clare Cole

  http://www.clarecole.com/

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any situations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Let’s be honest. I didn’t think for a second that going out with a rock star was going to be easy. Hell...exciting, yes. Dangerous? Maybe. But not like this.

  Not even remotely like this.

  “The coast’s clear, Amy. There’s definitely nobody else in the house but us.”

  Rick had searched up and down the place as I desperately tried to make contact with his record company back home. At times even I had to admit this place was just too remote. A tiny rural village beside a stream may sound like a dream come true - and it is, trust me - but not if you need an Internet or cellphone connection. There was next to nothing here.

  I had managed to lock on to a weak-as-hell mobile signal from a nearby village by heading to the top floor of the house and opening the shutters wide. If Rick’s crazy ex was out there watching with a sniper rifle she would have had the perfect opportunity to pop a bullet in me, but I had to take that risk. Lousy phone signals don’t travel well through centuries-old stone walls. I tethered my iPad to my phone and watched as it held on to the fragile connection. No 3G, no LTE, no blazing speeds or anything like that - this was good old GPRS, straight out of the Nineties. It wasn’t up to much, but I just needed to send an email and, for that, it was enough - just.

  I had waited for the painfully slow progress bar to do its thing with my heart beating hard in my chest. Around ten minutes later my phone buzzed and beeped. It was an email from Karen, his A&R rep.

  Amy,

  Don’t panic! I’m sending a driver to you guys now. He should be there within the hour. He’ll take you to the nearest airport tonight and you can fly out in the morning. I’ll make sure you pass through the airport safely and securely. Hang tight and be careful, okay?

  Karen

  “We’re in good shape,” I sighed. “Help is on the way.” Rick rubbed my shoulders, kneading away the tension and tightness from them. “Mmm. That’s nice.”

  “I found my phone. I must have taken it upstairs and forgot about it. She’s definitely not in the house. We’ve got a bit of time if you want to...”

  I jolted my eyes open. “What? If I want to what?”

  “You know,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “Go for a quickie.”

  I pulled away from his hands and turned around. “Are you kidding me? Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

  “What? We’re packed anyway.”

  “Let me get this straight. You’ve not only told me that Luke isn’t Julia’s son, but that his real mother is a crazy ex-girlfriend of yours with a habit for stalking.”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  “And that same ex-girlfriend is now hell-bent on sticking a knife or a bullet in me or whatever in the vain hope of getting you back, correct?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “She might just be trying to scare us...”

  “Well she’s fucking succeeded! There is a picture of my face on the wall with a freaking chef’s knife in it and you think I’m in the mood for sex, Ricky boy?”

  “Just a blow job will do.”

  “God!” I growled. “You can be such an idiot.”

  “Fine,” Rick sighed. “Maybe now isn’t the time. No need to get all bent up about it.”

  “I’ll bend you up in a minute.”

  “Well, if you’re not going to satisfy your man I’m going to go to the bathroom before the cavalry arrives.”

  I suddenly felt vulnerable again. “You’re going to leave me alone down here?”

  Rick grabbed a magazine. “I have to get rid of waste, Amy. I may be some time. There’s a good article in here on David Bowie’s new album.”

  He kissed my forehead. “Chill out. All the doors are locked tight.”

  “She got in before.”

  “Yes, and we must have accidentally left a window ajar or something. But nobody’s getting in here now, okay? Got to go, I’m touching cloth.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re a disgusting pig.”

  “But you love me. Don’t get murdered while I’m gone, okay?”

  Chapter Two

  "Wow. Look at the size on that chandelier."

  I slapped Rick's arm. "I don't give a shit about the chandelier. Can you just keep an eye out for your crazy ex-girlfriend, please?"

  We stood in the lobby of the Los Angeles Continental Hotel, waiting to be checked in so we could get to our room and lock the door as quickly as possible. We would have to stay here overnight, waiting for the all-clear to go back to our apartment in the morning.

  "Excuse me," Rick asked, leaning over the hotel's marble counter. "How much does something like that cost? Must be an arm and a leg, right?"

  I turned to him and glared, quietly seething.

  "It's very expensive, Sir," the manager replied with a grin. "Certainly in the region of several hundred thousand dollars."

  "Wow. I figured as much. Really sparkly, huh? Nice how it catches the light." I jabbed an elbow into his ribs. "Ow! Careful, I bruise easily you know."

  "I'll bruise more than your ribs if you’re not careful. Can you just concentrate for more than thirty seconds, please?"

  "Fine, fine. I was just admiring the decor, that's all." Rick leaned in to the manager again. "Excuse my voluptuous but slightly jittery girlfriend. At least I appreciate your hotel's design aesthetic."

  “Hmm. Thank you, sir. The penthouse is ready for you now. Enjoy your stay.”

  As we headed up the hotel’s lavish staircase, I kept my wits about me. I was looking for an indication, any sort of sign that Louisa may have been lurking somewhere in the hotel. Instinct kicked in and I found myself naturally on edge, even though every ounce of common sense I had kept telling me that there was no way she was there. It was illogical, completely irrational. And yet, somehow, I couldn’t fully relax.

  Rick inserted our key card into the penthouse door and it opened with a clunk. I almost jumped out of my skin as my phone began to ring. “Oh God, that scared the life out of me. It’s just Karen from the record company.”

  “Hey, Amy, are you and Rick both okay?”

  “Yes, we’re fine. We’ve just landed in LA and are booked into the hotel now. Any news?”

  “Plenty. First things first. We’ve been able to confirm with the police back in France that they’ve arrested somebody for breaking in to the house. Just some local teenager, a petty thief. It appears that somebody – and we’ll assume that somebody is Louisa – contacted him over the Internet and sent two hundred and fifty euros to his PayPal ac
count in order to give you both a scare. So, it appears that Louisa was never in France after all.”

  I didn’t know whether to be relieved or not. “So if she’s not there, then where is she?”

  “Well, we’ve spoken to the police this end and it appears that she never left the US. Her passport is expired anyway. But that’s not helping us very much.”

  “Why not?”

  “Her doctor has told us that she hasn’t picked up her latest prescription. If that’s the case, she’s almost certainly off her medication and, just to complicate things further, there is no sign of her at home. Neighbours haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. Sorry to break it to you, Amy, but right now we don’t know where she is.”

  I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Be honest with me, Karen, are we in danger?”

  “Look, it’s not ideal. We all know that. But the police are on the lookout for her and you’re in a pretty secure place right now. Just keep your wits about you, okay?”

  “Okay. Thanks, Karen,” I nervously replied.

  “No problem. Hang in there, Amy. Oh, and keep that sexy rock god of yours under control, okay? Anywhere with room service and a mini bar is just asking for trouble.”

  I hung up and turned to look at Rick. “Good news?” he smiled.

  “Not really.”

  “Let me guess, she’s nowhere to be found and hasn’t taken her meds. Am I warm?”

  “How did you know that?”

  “Because she used to do it all the time. She’d disappear for days, weeks sometimes. She’d turn up out of her head in some club or get picked up by the cops for shoplifting something stupid like Oreo cookies from a gas station. Honestly, we’ve nothing to worry about. She’s a bit crazy, but she’s not dangerous. At least not to us, anyway.”

  I shook my head in disbelief. “But she’s tried to kill herself! Anyone who does that is immediately a danger to themselves and others.”

  “Big difference between trying to slit your wrists because you don’t feel like you can cope with life anymore and killing another person, Amy. Seriously, think about it. Besides, she’s not going to be able to harm you.”

  “And why’s that?”

  Rick walked towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders before gently kissing my forehead. “Because she’d have to go through me first.”

  I smiled. “I don’t want that to happen either.”

  “Worry not, sexy one,” he whispered, peppering my ear and the side of my neck with his warm, soft lips. “The door is locked, there’s plenty of floors between us and the ground and the bed looks supremely comfortable. Nothing bad is going to happen to either of us, I promise.”

  He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. “You just want to have sex,” I grinned.

  “No, I don’t. I want to make love.”

  Within seconds, clothes were coming off and we found ourselves edging towards the bed. Rick grabbed his smartphone and flicked on some music before playfully pushing me back so I fell onto the mattress. He fiddled with the settings and attempted to get it to connect to the Bluetooth speaker sitting on a nearby chest of drawers.

  “What are you putting on, superstar DJ?”

  “Something sexy,” he grinned. “Like you.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere. Make it something mildly romantic, yeah? The last time we had sex to The Ramones. It wasn’t exactly, er…relaxing.”

  “Worry not, my little flame-haired sex kitten. I have decided that today my not-insubstantial cock will be pounding your sweet love entrance to the smooth sounds of Josh Rouse. I’ve picked a mix of tracks from what I consider his halcyon works, ‘1972’ and ‘Nashville’.”

  I started undressing and slid back on the bed in just my underwear. “Always classy, Rick. Don’t change, will you?”

  “Fucking Bluetooth,” he cursed, tinny audio escaping from the puny speaker on the back of his smartphone. “Connect, motherfucker!”

  I felt my nipples harden beneath the delicate lace of my balcony bra. “Leave it,” I gasped. “I want your cock inside me. Now.”

  Rick slowly looked up as the music finally began to play the way he’d intended. “Got it now,” he smiled, a naughty twinkle in his eyes. “Everything just fell into place.”

  A warm rush of excitement caused the lace of my panties to soak and my head to swim. I swallowed hard, my lips going dry, as Rick pulled off his T-shirt to reveal rippling muscles beneath. He put his hands on his hips and slowly edged his fingers towards his belt buckle. “Kneel on the bed,” he whispered.

  I did as he asked, looking straight at him – and the enticing bulge appearing in his pants – as each breath I took became heavier than the last. My breasts rose and fell magnificently in my bra, my cleavage heaving like a wealthy 19th-century English woman in a corset just desperate to be ravaged by the stable boy. With a quick push of his hands, his jeans collapsed to his feet, revealing a long, thick bulge aching to be released from his skin-tight boxer shorts.

  “I’ve never known a woman like you, Amy,” Rick smiled. “Your mind is sharper than anyone I’ve ever met, but your body…”

  “Is like a whore?” I gasped. Fuck. Did I just say that out loud?

  He broke into a gorgeous, stubble-edged grin before laughing slightly. “I was going to say ‘porn star’. I respect you far too much to ever call you a whore.”

  “Whores have brains too.”

  “Of course. Now show me what you really are.” He rubbed at his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Are you a good girl or a bad girl, Amy?”

  I bit my lip and giggled. “A little bit of both.”

  “Slip your fingers into your panties. I want to know how wet you are.”

  I felt another surge of warm juice between my legs and my hand slid down into my drenched underwear. I immediately found my most sensitive spot and gasped at how ferociously it tingled. I could barely touch myself for fear of coming so soon.

  “Your panties are glistening with wetness, Amy. How wet are you…”

  He slowly walked up to my right side and leaned in to whisper in my ear.

  “…Good girl?”

  I let out an involuntary sigh. “Ask me properly and I’ll tell you.”

  “How wet are you…bad girl?”

  I closed my eyes and smiled. “That’s more like it. I’m soaking…soaking wet.” I could hear the sound of him masturbating but kept my eyes closed.

  “Dripping?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “I’m dripping with wetness.”

  “What do you want, Amy?”

  Two of my hooked fingers had found their way inside me now and I was stroking furiously at the rough patch of flesh within my walls while pressing my palm against my clit. “I want your cock!”

  Rick reached behind me and expertly unclasped my bra with one hand, allowing it to fall away and free my aching breasts. “What do you need?”

  “I need…”

  I was no longer thinking straight, about to explode with ecstasy while words fell out of my mouth that I never would have said with any other man before I met Rick. But each word, as involuntary as they were, came naturally. Maybe it was my deepest fantasies, my most hidden desires talking. Thanks to Rick, they weren’t hidden anymore and never would be again. Each word was true. Each word was real.

  “Say it, Amy.”

  “I need to…I need to be fucked! I need to be fucked hard…”

  “That’s my girl,” Rick whispered. With a sudden, unexpected movement he ripped off my panties in a single motion, tossing them across the room as I cried out at the sheer shock. An orgasm tore through me, raining warm juice on my hand which Rick snatched away before taking me in his arms and laying me down on the bed as my body convulsed in pleasure. My eyes were screwed shut, my stomach in knots as he effortlessly slipped inside me. “Fuck!” I cried.

  I moaned out at his penetration, inch after rock-hard inch driving into me and catching my breath as I continued to orgasm. I could barely
see clearly, yet I felt his powerful body on top of me, my hard and sensitive peaks crushed against his delicious pectoral muscles.

  “I love you, Amy,” he smiled as my eyelids fluttered open.

  “I love you too,” I grinned back. “Now fuck me hard!”

  He flashed me a wicked grin before driving deep inside me, each hard thrust causing me to moan louder than the last. Our bodies moved in unison, his ripped torso against my soft, curvy skin. He revelled in my generous breasts, teasing me with soft strokes down their sides which sent tiny bolts of electricity through me, before taking them in his hands and softly squeezing, bringing my erect nipples to his soft, full lips. I gasped at the alternating pleasure of kisses against their tips, his tongue circling them and his teeth gently nibbling at them.