The Recoil Rock Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  Shaking my head at just how utterly selfless Lunar is, I swallow hard. Looking at her with her makeup adorned face and her pink and yellow hair you’d think she’s all about herself. She appears like she’s a selfish person when in reality everything she does—her looks, her persona—it’s all a front to stop people from knowing how caring and loving she really is.

  “What was Stuart diagnosed with?”

  “Autism. It’s not severe, but it’s just enough to stop him from living a normal life.”

  I puff out a gust of air through my mouth. “Wow! You’re kind of amazing.”

  “Me? No, Mum is amazing. She’s so good with Stuart.”

  “But you give her the money to be good with Stuart.”

  She nods her head. “I do, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “If you had a chance to leave the club and do something else… would you?”

  She sighs and tilts her head. “I love the club. It’s been my life for nearly five years, I don’t know anything else.”

  “The world is big and there’s plenty of opportunities out there. You don’t have to be a stripper all your life.”

  “Is there something wrong with being a stripper?”

  I tense up. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m just saying there’s more out there, you should be open to it.”

  Her face softens. “For the last four and a half years, I’ve been Lunar… club girl. I would like to get back to being Annalise Sheffield, the girl who dreamed of something more.”

  I bring my hand up to her face and swipe some pink hair from her cheek and move it behind her ear. “Annalise… that’s your name?”

  She nods and leans into my hand.

  “Nice to meet you. I’d tell you my real name, but that’s a story in itself.”

  She furrows her brows and shakes her head. “Oh, c’mon Danger, it’s only fair. I think we should have no secrets. Including names.”

  My body stiffens as I scrunch up my face. I fucking hate my name. I fucking hate my parents even more for naming me. And the last time I told someone the truth about my name she laughed in my face.

  Fucking Ella.

  I don’t blame her, though. My name is ridiculous.

  Tensing up, I brace myself. “Okay, well my parents are assholes.”

  She smirks and tilts her head. “Oka-a-ay?”

  “I was born on April first, no joke.”

  “April Fools baby, that’s got to suck.”

  “Yeah, no kidding. Anyway, my parents think everything’s a joke. So seeing as I was born on the biggest prank day of the year, they thought they’d be funny and name me something ludicrous.”

  She purses her lips and winces. “Oh dear, this is not sounding good.”

  I clench my eyes tight and just say it, “My name is Dwayne Pipe. As is drain pipe.”

  Silence is all I hear while I wait for the cackling laughter, but there’s nothing. As I open my eyes, I look at her and her eyebrow is raised as she frowns.

  “Could be worse, at least it’s not Ben Dover.”

  I jolt back in confusion. “You’re not gonna laugh?”

  She furrows her brows. “Why would I? That would be mean?”

  “Really! You’re honestly not going to laugh?”

  She faces me, taking my hands in hers and shakes her head. “If there’s one thing I’ve seen too much of in my life it’s people bullying other people for things they can’t control. Take Stuart, he can’t control the way he acts, but people laugh at him all the time and I hate it. You can’t control the name you were given, and just because it’s an atrocious name it certainly doesn’t give anyone the right to laugh at you because of it.”

  My lips turn up into a smile. “Wow! You really are something.”

  She smiles and raises her eyebrows. “I try.”

  “Okay, so now comes the usual spiel. You tell anyone my real name—”

  “You’ll gut me like a fish? Yeah, yeah, I get it… So why Danger then?”

  I sink down into the couch feeling more relaxed. “It’s a funny story actually. Well, funny and sad at the same time. My parents are… I guess what you would call hippies. They’re fully into drugs and partying and just being neglectful douchebags.”

  Her soft smile falls and she sighs placing her hand gently on my thigh. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, don’t be. It’s fine. My sister and I would stay up while they went out partying and I’d watch over her. We’d watch cartoons together while they were gone. Her favorite was Danger Mouse, so she would always call me Danger, and I called her Mouse. It just kinda stuck. I still call her Mouse. Danger has stayed with me, it’s cooler than Dwayne… and the ladies love it.” She snickers and rolls her eyes. “Anyway sorry, it’s not a fantastical story about me getting the name some other amazing way.”

  “No way, this story is much better. It shows your caring side. I like that. You’re a lot nicer than you portray, Danger.”

  I smirk. “Don’t tell anyone I’m nice.”

  She giggles. “Secret’s safe with me. What’s Mouse’s real name?”

  I tense up slightly and swallow hard. “Copper.”

  She furrows her brow and exhales. “Copper? As in Copper Pipe?” I nod. “Wow! Your parents really are assholes.”

  I chuckle and nod loving that instead of laughing like most people, she only feels sympathy for a situation that is completely absurd. “You’re amazing… you know that?”

  She giggles and I smile wide at her. Something’s happening, there’s a change in the air. A whoosh, a feeling like there’s some kind of enchantment pulling me toward her. It’s strange. I felt a similar thing with Ella, although it was dynamic and the air felt charged, this is slightly different, heightened or something.

  Licking my lips as I look at her, my eyes wander to her supple pink lips coated in a sticky gloss, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like licking them. Tasting the flavor of the gloss smothering her lips. My cock begins to stiffen slightly as my breathing quickens while staring into her crystal blue eyes. Something changes between us. She stiffens and swallows hard like she’s just as affected by me as I am by her.

  Her chest heaves as she fights for breath while we gaze at each other, sparks flying off in every direction. There’s chemistry here, there’s no denying that. I inch closer as our touching hands send warmth right through me. Her fruity breath merely inches from me, her warmth closer, as I lick my lips ready to kiss her. Her eyes don’t leave mine as our heads tilt to the side coming in closer and closer. Only millimeters apart.

  There’s a knock at the door suddenly, and it makes us both pull back, the sizzling connection lost as we’re both panting for breath.

  I turn to look at the door. “Shit,” I murmur as I steady my raging hard on. “Must be room service.”

  I look back to her, her cheeks are flushed bright red as she controls her breathing and nods with a smile.

  “You ordered for me? How very domineering of you.”

  I chuckle and stand up walking toward the door. “Oh, Candy, you have no idea how domineering I can be.”

  She chuckles as I rearrange my cock subtly and answer the door.

  “Room service,” the assistant states standing with a cart.

  “Thanks!” I grab the cart and wheel it through the door awkwardly toward Lunar, who’s smiling at me. “Lunch is served,” I call out and move it closer to her. I figure the cart is like a table and we can eat straight off it.

  “What’s on the menu?”

  “I hope you’re not one of those chicks who’s all salads and watching their weight,” I tease.

  She chuckles and shakes her head. “Nope, I mean salads have their place, but I’d rather a big juicy burger any day.”

  “Well good then.” I lift the cloche to reveal a big juicy burger and she laughs.

  “Perfect, I’m starved.” She leans forward grabbing some fries and stuffs her face. There’s something about a woman who knows how to eat
properly that’s such a turn on. But who am I kidding? Everything about Lunar is a fucking turn on.

  Chapter Five

  After enjoying our delicious meal, of which Lunar ate more of it than I did—two words… suitably impressed—we decided to watch a movie. So we moved over to the bed and laid down, flicking on the television and renting a movie. I had her pick it seeing as she’s my guest.

  It’s funny, normally I’d be pushing for sex a lot faster than this, but spending time with her is actually quite fun. She’s a cool chick.

  I can’t help but notice as we sit against the headboard on the bed, the casual side glances we’re both throwing each other. Our bodies are so close we’re almost touching, and it’s like there’s a charge of some sort sparking between us as we both breathe a steady uneven rhythm. It’s been like this for the entire movie and it’s starting to drive me crazy. All I want to do is roll over on top of Lunar and kiss the ever loving shit out of her, but I know she probably wouldn’t appreciate that. Lunar is someone you have to work up to, and even though my ultimate aim is to fuck her, a friendship with her would be good too.

  The movie finishes, the music sounds and the credits start to roll. I stretch slightly, and Lunar moves as if she’s going to get up.

  “I’d better go. It’s getting on, and the club will be wondering where I am.”

  Annoyance floods through me that they have so much control over her, but I understand she feels like she has a duty to them and won’t stand in the way of that.

  “Okay, I’ll walk you out.” Even though my cock is screaming at me for not making a move on her and letting him be entertained for the night. We stand up from the bed, she grabs her handbag, and we head for the door. She’s in front of me and my eyes instinctively look down to her curvy ass, it’s perfect, and my cock aches so badly I want to scream. Gnawing on my bottom lip, I feel like I can’t let her leave without at least tasting her fruity lips. I need to get some sort of satisfaction tonight. So I pull her arm making her turn around quickly and slam her against the wall. Grabbing her wrist, raising it high above her head, my other hand moves to her neck, wrapping my fingers around it firmly but not tightly as I look into her eyes. Her chest heaves as I press my body against her, and she licks her lips as they part slightly. That’s all the invitation I need, so I move forward pressing my lips to hers forcefully.

  Her free hand wraps around my waist pulling me to her harder as my tongue moves with hers. Warmth radiates from my chest and floods me, sinking through my body all the way to my toes. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s like molten lava filling every pore and crevice of my being as she kisses me back with fiery passion. I didn’t know first kisses could be this hot.

  Lunar’s leg moves up and wraps around my waist, making my hard cock grind into her pussy as she moans into my mouth. Our tongues move together in unison as I grind into her hard. My thumb grazes up and down the silkiness of her throat, while my hand clenches on her skin. Our bodies grind together in an intensity that’s so hot, the chemistry between us is igniting a brilliant burn.

  My hand on her wrist tightens, she moans into my mouth pressing her pussy into my hard cock. A low throaty growl erupts from my chest while we move together in complete synchronization.

  This kiss is frantic, it’s fiery, and it tells me that she wants me just as much as I want her.

  She tastes fucking delicious. As I nip at her bottom lip I draw it in with my teeth and suck on it. She moans running her hand up under my shirt, digging her nails into the muscles of my back. Grinding into her one last time, letting her know that my cock is aching for her, I pull back lazily. Her lip is still between my teeth, then I slowly draw it through them. She whimpers pushing her pussy against me even further as our foreheads meet. We pant breathlessly as we gaze into each other’s eyes.

  Every first kiss should be like that—hot, sexy as fuck, and full of electricity. This babe is something else.

  “All kisses should be like that.” I look into her eyes so she knows I’m serious as I let her wrist go and she moves her hand around my neck threading her fingers through my hair.

  “Yeah, they definitely should. That tongue ring is something else,” she murmurs.

  I smirk and pull back letting her come away from the wall. “Have a good night, Lunar.” I reluctantly let her go even though my cock is crying like a baby at me, begging for her to stay.

  “You too, Danger. I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.”

  I step with her over to the door and click it open. “I’ll call you.”

  She smirks, leering at me and pursing her lips. “How ‘bout, I call you?” she replies.

  A stiff knot forms in my stomach. Maybe she doesn’t want to see me again? Is she giving me the blow off already? Was I too strong handed with her just now?

  Shit! Listen to me, the first woman to show interest in me since Ella and I sound like a needy fucking bitch.

  Get a grip, Danger.

  “Whatever,” I quip.

  She smirks. “Good lad,” she says leaning in kissing my lips quickly before she turns and walks out of my hotel room.

  I furrow my brows slightly and sigh. I think she was testing me again. She really doesn’t want a guy to flounce all over her. I need to keep my cool with Lunar or I’ll push her away. But seriously I don’t want to be jumping head first into something right now anyway, especially not another long distance affair. I’ve done that. Ella in the UK, me in America.

  When I’m finished in Australia, I’ll be going back home to the States, and Lunar is all Aussie. I swear to God, I’m never doing the long distance relationship thing again. I can’t even really entertain a long term relationship idea with Lunar. If it’s to be anything with her, it will be a casual short-term fling while I’m in Oz, and then it’s see-ya-later when I go back to America.

  There’s a spring in my step as I close the door and stroll back to the bedroom. I fall down on the bed blowing out a puff of air thinking about what an awesome day I’ve had with her, and we didn’t even have sex. I am, however, pissed that she’s so restricted by that club.

  FOUR DAYS LATER

  I’m at the Adelaide airport waiting to pick up the guys from their long haul flight from the States. They did a layover in Sydney before coming here, but I bet they’re completely fucked. The arrivals area is buzzing with anticipation while people wait for their loved ones. I have no idea what things will be like when they arrive other than they will be as tired as fuck.

  People start to move down the terminal from the arrival area and I tense up with nerves waiting to see my guys. I’m nervous but excited all at the same time. A tall guy with short brown hair gathers my attention first—it’s Matt. I smile widely as he spots me and gives me a curt wave then I spot his twin brother Nate behind him who’s frowning like he’s annoyed at the world. Then I notice the blond haired goofball that I’ve missed so much—Ryan, my best friend. He looks up and nods with a small smile as they all walk toward me.

  Leaning forward, I take Matt into a man hug first. It’s been over a year since I’ve seen him and he chuckles in my ear. Then I reach out grabbing Nate’s shoulders and squeeze as he smiles at me. I let go of Matt and turn to look at Ryan. There’s a quiet silence between us. I watch as a thin smile lifts on the corner of his lips. The need to give him a manly hug and back tap takes over, so I grin leaning in and pulling him to me. He embraces me back tightly, and it feels like all the tension might be ebbing away from us.

  “I’m sorry for how we left things,” Ryan admits.

  “No, don’t be. I deserved it. It’s all worked out. ‘Cause now the band’s back together and we’re all here to start our new journey.”

  Ryan nods and slaps my shoulder. “You better hope those assholes haven’t fucked up our guitars, or you’re in deep shit, pretty boy.”

  “Yeah, my bass is worth a goddamn fortune, you prick,” Matt says.

  “Well then, let’s go and pick up your shit.”

  We all walk as a gro
up toward baggage claim and after picking up their luggage and guitars, we hire a mini bus to take us back to the hotel. I’ve checked them all into separate rooms, but they’re next to each other.

  Once we’re all settled they all flock to my room, and now we’re sitting in my small space discussing what happens next.

  “So, we’re here. What do we do now?” Ryan asks.

  “I’ll message Steel and see what our next point of play is.”

  Pulling out my cell while Matt plucks at his bass, I type out a message to Steel letting him know the band is with me and what do we do from here. Steel messages through a phone number telling me to call a guy called Techie, and he’ll have more information for us.

  “Okay, so Steel says to call this guy Techie. I’m gonna do that now.”

  They all nod as Ryan punches Nate in the arm and Matt chuckles. I have no idea what that was about, but I stand up while dialing the number.

  It rings twice then he answers, “Yellow?”

  I furrow my brows and purse my lips at his weird way of answering the cell, but I quickly get on with talking. “Oh hey, man. The name’s Danger. I’m with the band… Recoil, and I’ve been referred to you by Steel,” I say hoping I’ve said the right thing.

  “Yeah he told me about you guys, I’d like to help you out. I’m a real music fan and I’ve heard some of your stuff. It’s good, real good, so I wanna help. Can I come meet you?”

  “Yeah sure. When were you thinking?”

  “Now?”

  I chuckle. “Sure thing. We’re staying in a hotel so there’s not a shitload of room, but we can make it work.”

  “Awesome! Text me the hotel name and I’ll leave now.”

  “Okay, thanks, Techie.”

  “No worries, see ya soon.”

  He hangs up and I look across to Ryan, who’s raising his eyebrow at me. “So, what did he say?”

  “He’s coming here… now.”

  I quickly text him the hotel name and my room number as the guys all high five each other.