The Recoil Rock Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  Exhaling, I slump my body as he looks into my eyes, pleading with me to not leave. “Are you sure ‘cause we’ve been here together officially for two days since I left the club, and already things are going pear-shaped.”

  He storms up to me grabbing my shoulders forcing me to look at him. “Hey, look, I know things are weird, but we have to work at this. Right now stress is bad, tensions are high, and we need to remind ourselves of how much we want each other.”

  Furrowing my brows, his hand moves from my shoulder down my arm and comes across to massage my breast. A slight smile creeps across my face as his other hand moves some hair behind my ear and he caresses my face.

  “I need you, Lunar.”

  “I need you, too.”

  He leans forward crashing his lips to mine powerfully taking what he needs. This moment between us is emotionally charged, and I have a feeling where we go from here will be the same.

  His hand moves from my breast down my side to grab my ass, pulling me closer to him as his other hand caresses my face. For the first time there’s a tenderness in his caress rather than the domineering control I’m so used to from him.

  Don’t get me wrong, I love his dominance, but this softer side is just as nice. Maybe spending the day with Effa has brought out his gentler side?

  He moves forward backing me toward the bed. Smiling against his lips as his tongue massages mine, I move with him. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and I instinctively fall onto the bed taking him with me. We edge up the side of the bed until we’re on it fully, and his body encases mine as he rolls his hips into mine, pressing his hard cock into me completely. I moan into his mouth enjoying this new kind of intimacy between us. All we’ve done since the first time we had sex is some form of kinky fucking, but slowing things down and taking a softer approach is not only surprising me, but I really like it.

  His hand skims down my side as he pulls back from me sliding in between my legs and down the bed. His hands go straight to my jeans, unbuttoning them, and he pulls them down along with my knickers. He pulls off my heels, and they drop to the floor with a slight thud as my jeans and underwear follow them to the floor.

  Moving my hands to the buttons on my blouse I undo them quickly, and pull it off while he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his jeans. They all fall to the floor as I take off my bra, it follows quickly leaving us both naked and panting.

  I look down at Danger’s throbbing hard cock, and I can’t wait to have him inside of me, but I know he has other plans first. He kneels down at the end of the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulls me to him. I giggle as my head falls back on the bed. His fingers trail up the insides of my thighs as he wrenches them open a little more forcefully like I’m used to. I chew on my bottom lip loving the painful torture of his fingers tickling and teasing as they slide up my skin.

  His head lowers down and suddenly metal is pressed against my clit. I jolt and inhale sharply as he circles his tongue ring on my clit. Swallowing hard, it sends a tingle straight through my core and I pant at the erotic feeling and he’s hardly doing anything. His fingers work higher, tickling and grazing my skin as he circles my clit firmer, adding more pressure.

  He’s teasing me but I need to feel him, so I arch my pussy into his mouth further and he chuckles slightly as his fingers finally reach their destination then he slides his finger up and down my slickening folds. His touch is like heaven as he continues his assault with his tongue, and he eases his finger inside of me.

  Moaning out in pleasure, I writhe against the bed. My fingers clenching onto the sheets so tight my knuckles must be turning white from the pressure. He starts to finger fuck me deeper, grazing my walls and hitting just the right spot as his tongue flicks out now working its magic on my clit. Circling and flicking. He’s a master of all trades and this is certainly one of his best skills.

  My body flushes with a fine mist of sweat as his free hand comes up and splays out onto my abdomen. He presses down, holding me to the bed, stopping me from writhing and it’s almost painful to not be able to move. I know this is his way of inserting dominance into this action and fucking hell does my body love it.

  My hand moves into his hair and I grip onto it tight, tugging slightly and forcing his face into my pussy further. He groans against my clit making the vibration resonate against my skin and I moan in response. His fingers continue to fuck me as his mouth leaves my clit leaving me bereft, but his fingers keep working their magic pushing me higher and higher. My body wracks with shudders as it works closer and closer to its impending explosion.

  He trails hard kisses along my thigh, nipping and sucking as he goes, which only heightens the arousal. I’m so close as I try to arch my back off the bed, but his hand on my stomach forces me back down sending an ache right through my womb. I’m panting for air as he looks up at me breathless himself.

  “Who owns your orgasms, Lunar?”

  I’m right on the edge as my chest heaves, my pussy tingles and my muscles clench. “You… only you.”

  His tongue returns quickly to my clit, flicking and circling, and it’s my undoing. Heat washes over me making every inch of my body flame with desire. My muscles all clench and spasm, then release in a wave of utter euphoria. I moan out his name as I come, coming hard against his mouth and fingers as he draws out my orgasm continuing to circle on my clit and finger fuck me. I buck against his hand while he holds me to the bed only making it last longer and longer. I pant, gasping for air, as the wave rolls through me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

  Danger is more to me than I thought. I love his rough side but his gentler side is something to behold too, even though he still has a air of dominance in there too.

  He pulls his fingers from me and stands up fisting his cock, a bead of pre-cum forms on his tip as he groans stroking himself.

  Fuck that’s hot!

  “Roll over,” he instructs.

  I turn on the bed and he moves in behind me grabbing my hips and pulls my ass up into the air so I’m on my knees and leaning on my forearms. I feel open and exposed like this, but it’s nothing I’m not used to, and with Danger I feel completely safe. His hand runs down my spine making goosebumps litter my skin. He stands behind me rubbing his cock against my ass as his hand slides up my spine and into my hair. He fists, pulling it hard so my head forces backward. I yelp slightly with delightful pain while he grinds and slides his tip up and down my wet folds.

  “This tight little pussy is so fucking wet for me,” he says.

  “Just for you,” I reply.

  He groans moving his free hand to my hip as he slams his cock inside me unexpectedly. I jolt forward, falling down on to the bed. He withdraws slightly then pulls my hair to help me up to my elbows, the pain ripples through my scalp, but the burn is what I want. The gentle Danger from before has gone, and now my dominant man is back. I get both parts of him today, and I’m damn well not going to complain, I’m fucking loving this.

  He thrusts back inside me and the pressure builds as his piercing grazes my walls making me moan out loud. He pants hard as he starts up a steady pace. He’s moving faster now and I thrust my hips in time with him to keep up. His balls slap against my clit and the feeling is amazing. His fingers on my hips dig in so hard I’m sure they will leave a mark, but I don’t even care, I like that he’s leaving his mark on me. It shows me that I am his. If that’s what this is.

  There’s a fizzle through the room, a connection, even though we’re fucking there’s still an energy surging through us. It’s palpable, and it courses through the room heightening my senses. The sound of our bodies slapping together turns me on even more, the sight of my body moving up and down the bed excites me, while my head is forced to look up from him pulling my hair. The touch of him deep inside me, thrusting forcefully as my pussy wraps around him encasing him entirely is heavenly as he works me up. He owns all my senses right now as he works me higher and higher into a blissful state. He thrusts hard and deep, hissing between h
is teeth with each stroke. The sound is like music to my ears, to know he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

  “Fuck! You feel so fucking good, Lunar,” he murmurs as he pounds into me pulling on my hair tighter.

  I moan out loud pushing my pussy into him further. We work together, striving as one for climax. This is rough, this is dirty, this is us.

  My skin slickens completely, dripping with sweat. The friction between us is so hot, and I know he must be feeling the heat too. My eyes clench shut as my muscles start to burn with the ache, they shudder and tense as an overwhelming tingle shoots over my prickling skin. Flashes of light shine brightly behind my tightly clenched eyes, and everything tenses as he starts to jolt. I know he’s close too, and I hope we can ride this out together.

  My pussy tightens then everything explodes right as he lets go. We both scream out in satisfaction as his chest falls down onto my back while he empties inside of me with such force I can feel it. He pants into my ear and I fall onto the bed with his weight. He lies on top of me, not so heavy to squash me, but enough to make me feel needed, wanted, cherished. Surrounded by him. He runs his fingers up and down my arms as he trails light kisses down my sweaty face while I attempt to catch my breath.

  “Holy shit,” he murmurs.

  “I know, right?” I whisper.

  He slowly pulls out of me and then joins me on the bed. Laying on his stomach, his head turns to look at me while we both breathe heavily.

  “Lunar,” he simply whispers.

  “Danger,” I reply.

  He brings his hand out to caress my cheek as he shakes his head like he’s fighting a battle inside his head.

  What that battle is, I’m not sure.

  But right now, I’m too spent to care.

  Chapter Eighteen

  FEBRUARY

  We’re in an old abandoned warehouse we’ve rented for rehearsals. It’s the only space Luke could find big enough for two bands with no noise restrictions to practice in near the hotel. Recoil is near the end of their set, and I’m excited at how well Luminous and Recoil sound when they play together. Danger and Effa still haven’t gotten anywhere near to finalizing their duet, but the bands practice together, so when the song is ready they know how to work together. And to be honest, they would be awesome as one big band ‘cause they sound epic together. I really do think Luminous will be an asset for Recoil.

  The harmonious flow of rock music stops, and the vibration through my chest eases as the deafening echo fades through the open expanse. I slide off the bench and make my way over to the food table to grab a sandwich as Recoil pack up. The thudding of footsteps making their way to me from behind makes me turn to see Nate jogging toward me. Smiling at him, he grins at me from ear to ear in his usual drop dead gorgeous way.

  Why do all the men of Recoil have to be stunning?

  Even Ryan is good looking in his goofy way. Sure he may not be all toned abs like the others, but his face is really handsome. Shaking my head from my thoughts, I look to Nate. “Hey, you guys sound amazing as usual.”

  He laughs and shrugs. “You really think so?”

  “You know you do.”

  He leans in wrapping his arm around my shoulders pulling me to him and smiles. “You know, you’re all right, Lunar. I think I had you pegged wrong at the start, but I like you, and I think we could be good friends.”

  “Well, that’s nice, thanks Nate. I hope we can be friends ‘cause otherwise this long ass tour is going to be very long indeed.”

  “We’re friends, Lunar, I promise. In fact, if you get sick of dangerous men my door’s always open.” He winks, and I cough from the shock of that statement.

  He laughs as Danger walks over glaring at Nate, and I remove his arm from around my shoulders. Danger looks at the shocked expression on my face then to Nate and frowns. “Everything okay here?”

  I nod emphatically, I don’t want to cause issues between band mates.

  Nate laughs. “I was just telling your girl here if she gets sick of you then she can come to a real man like me.”

  I gasp as Danger’s fists clench, his chest heaves as I step in front of him watching while his nostrils flare and his face turns a bright shade of tomato red.

  “Hey! He’s so not worth it,” I murmur.

  His eyes slide down to meet mine and he swallows hard looking deeply into my soul. It sends a tingle down my spine and pushes my heart into overdrive the way he’s looking at me like I’m his and no one else can even look at me right now.

  “She is my girl. No one else can have her, and I want to make this perfectly clear right now.”

  Furrowing my brows, I hear speeches like this at the club when a brother claims an Old Lady.

  “Lunar is my girlfriend and no one… I mean no one, especially you, Nate, gets to think they can have their way with her. Lunar is mine. Got it everyone?” he barks keeping his eyes locked on mine like he’s also making sure I understand his orders as well.

  I must admit being claimed is definitely as hot as I thought it would be. My skin is littered in goosebumps, and my thighs are clenching together with the show of dominance and control he has over the situation. It’s a turn on knowing he wants me and only me, and right now I’m putty in his hands. Everyone nods as he slowly looks up at them then turns back to me.

  There’s only one person who can deny his claim.

  That person is me.

  I look at him and smile, easing his nerves as he wraps his arms around my waist. I lean in sliding my arms around his neck, hoisting myself up as I wrap my legs around his waist and lean down, pressing my lips to his passionately. Cheering filters through the warehouse as his tongue dances with mine effortlessly. He wants me to be his girlfriend, and right now in this moment, I’m pretty sure he knows I’m saying yes.

  We pull back from the kiss, resting our foreheads together as we try to catch our breath. “Do you mean it? You really want me to be your girlfriend?”

  He nods. “I hate seeing you with other guys. Especially Nate. And knowing we’re not official is doing my head in. So will you?”

  I nod and lean back in to kiss him again. “Of course. I’ve always wanted to be a rocker’s girlfriend.”

  He chuckles. “Liar.”

  Grinning, I nod. “True, I always saw myself as a biker’s Old Lady, but a rocker’s girl has a much edgier ring to it.”

  He smiles. “Just so you know I’m still damaged, but I’m working on it.”

  “I know. I know how hurt you are… I’m not going to do that to you.”

  He places my feet back to the ground but continues to look into my eyes as his thumbs run circles on my hips under my shirt. “You’re nothing like her, so I know you couldn’t, but you’ll have to give me time to break down my barriers.”

  “We’ve got all the time in the world, big guy.”

  “Yeah. I guess we do, Candy.”

  I lean forward running my fingers through his hair and pull his head to mine pressing my lips to his yet again.

  “Get a room!” Ryan calls out making me break from Danger in a fit of giggles as I look to see Ryan running past us shirtless like a maniac. He really is a strange one. But I love him.

  “Let’s go back to the hotel, hey?” Danger asks.

  “Yes, we need to celebrate.”

  “Yes, we do.”

  DANGER

  A WEEK LATER

  In the last week we’ve had quite an uprising. Luke has had us on a morning show called Sunrise on Chanel Seven. We played three songs and the crowd were crazy. We knew the Aussies loved us, but we didn’t quite realize how big we had become until we performed on the morning show. Girls were screaming, they had a red carpet for us and people were lined up for city blocks to see us. It was crazy, but incredible. And all of this is happening because of Luke’s handling. Our songs are now booming on the radio and we’re splashed all over the headline papers in Australia. It’s almost like with a bit of publicity we’ve become an overnight sensation, which is t
hrusting us from general pubs and clubs into stadium gigs. We had them lined up already, but now the tickets are selling out within minutes of them going on sale. The hype around Recoil is buzzing which has me buzzing, but there’s still work to be done.

  Lunar’s been out having a Skype session with her mom and Stuart while Effa and I have been working on this duet again. We really wanted to have it finalized by opening night of the first show in Melbourne, but that isn’t likely to happen now.

  It’s a hot February day in Australia, and so I’ve taken off my shirt to make myself more comfortable while Effa is still a freak and is wearing a onesie. How she’s wearing that in this temperature is beyond me, but everything that girl does is strange.

  We’re on the sofa sitting right next to each other, our legs are touching but there’s nothing sexual in it, she’s just a friend. Our heads are down as we look over our notes, the sides of our heads are almost touching as we shuffle closer together humming the harmony of the song trying to get the perfect pitch. It sounds fantastic. We’re finally getting somewhere with the tune of the song—the lyrics, not so much, but the tune is getting there. And as we harmonize we’re getting closer and closer as we weave our magical musical genius together. We sound great. I’m lost in the sound as my heart flutters at the great melody we’re making.

  “Hey guys,” Lunar calls out with a sternness to her voice.

  Looking up, the harsh glare she’s sending our way instantly makes me shift my weight away from Effa, which makes me realize how suspicious that must have looked.

  Damn it!

  I stand up and walk over to Lunar and press my lips to hers a little too enthusiastically. I’m compensating for how bad that must have looked to her. I know Lunar is jealous of the friendship Effa and I have, because of the reminder that Effa has similar qualities to Ella, but she has absolutely nothing to worry about. Effa and I connect on a friend only level—on a musical level—nothing else.