Wicked: Sweet Temptation [Wicked Series Book 4]

by Lily Graison

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  Alinar Publishing

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  Copyright ©2009 by Lily Graison

  First published in 2009, 2009

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  CONTENTS

  Wicked: Sweet Temptation

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  About the Author:

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  Wicked: Sweet Temptation

  Lily Graison

  Mick Sheppard, drummer for the band Wicked, has sworn off women after his whirlwind romance with a fan cost him thousands in legal fees and a years worth of gossip in every trash magazine known to man. So, imagine his surprise when he wakes from an alcohol induced haze in Vegas, hung over, and married to a woman he knows next to nothing about.

  Faith Weston is your typical good girl. Or so her father thinks. The daughter of a minister, she’s lived her life on the straight and narrow. A trip to Sin City brings reality to a screeching halt when she discovers her week of reckless abandon has left her married to a rock star. One of the bad boys her father warned her about.

  Will Mick and Faith find a way out of their drunk-induced marriage or will they both discover some things were just meant to be? When love is the last thing you’re looking for, how do you turn your back on it when it finally finds you?

  Wicked: Sweet Temptation

  Copyright © 2009 Lily Graison

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  The right of Lily Graison to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  First printed September 2009

  First Edition

  All characters in this publication are purely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Edited by Meg Richman

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  Chapter 1

  Faith Weston was going to hell. She knew it with every new breath as her gaze feasted on the one man who was an immoral danger to her soul. In one week he’d completely ruined her. She lusted for him until her body burned with need, was green with envy when another woman even looked his way and thought of at least a dozen ways to exact her revenge on those brave enough to speak to him in her presence. She’d greedily kept him locked in his room, feeding her gluttonous appetite on his body and spent hours doing nothing but laying about letting him have his way with her. Only her pride kept her from letting anyone know about it.

  One perfect week playing consort to a rock star and she couldn’t tell a single soul.

  She watched him talk with a group of women on the other side of the pool and plotted ways to expose the bimbos for the fake tarts they were. Of course, they would probably think the exact same thing about her and they wouldn’t be far off. She had barely given a token protest the first time Mick tried to kiss her four days ago and once the alcohol came out, her clothes fell off. He’d sent her screaming toward ecstasy in a matter of minutes and he’d become a drug she couldn’t get enough of. Mick Sheppard, drummer for the band Wicked, was the one her daddy had warned her about. The kind of man that sinks his claws into you and nothing you do will break his hold. She believed her daddy now. Mick Sheppard was a dangerous man.

  But damn her soul if she still didn’t want him.

  He looked across the pool at her, the tip of his tongue sliding past his lips enough to flash the silver stud pierced through it and her knees went weak. He grinned and she knew her panties would be soaked clean through before the night was over.

  “Did he just … wiggle his tongue at you?”

  Faith jumped, startled, when someone touched her arm and spoke. She glanced up, smiling at Joan, the woman responsible for her even being in Vegas to begin with.

  “That’s the drummer for the band, isn’t it?” Joan asked.

  “Yes. That’s Mick.”

  “Well, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you for the last fifteen minutes.”

  Faith tore her gaze from Mick and looked over at her friend. Why Joan was even at the band’s party was a mystery. The woman hadn’t been married six hours yet but instead of being locked inside her room with her bridegroom, she was partying with rock stars. “He likes to shock people,” she said. “And nothing shocks you more than a sexual overture.”

  “I think it’s more than that,” Joan said, grinning. “He’s still watching you.”

  Faith glanced back at him, biting her cheek to keep from smiling. There were no less than six women surrounding him, all talking at once, and he was just standing there nursing a beer while his gaze bore into her. She shivered just thinking about what was going through his mind. “He’s just trying to get a reaction out of me.”

  “If the look on your face is any indication, he’s succeeding.”

  Faith grinned. “Don’t you have a honeymoon to go to?”

  “Yes. I just came to tell you bye and to thank you again for coming out here to share my wedding day with me.”

  “I wouldn’t have been anywhere else,” Faith said. “You and Jessi are the best girlfriends I could have ever asked for.”

  “Ah, don’t make me cry,” Joan said. “I’ve done enough of that today as it is.”

  “You’re supposed to cry at your wedding.”

  “Yes, but Michael is starting to get worried. He thinks I regret marrying him now.”

  Faith laughed. “Well, don’t keep standing here talking to me. Take that new husband of yours up to your room and show him exactly how wrong he is.”

  “Will do, hon.” Joan hugged her and Faith smiled as she watched her walk away before turning her head, searching out Mick. He was halfway across the pool deck, headed straight for her.

  Her stomach clenched delightfully and her skin heated at the look in his eyes. She knew exactly what he wanted and lord help her, she was going to give it to him.

  “Meet me in my room,” he said, not missing a step as he walked past her. She watched him saunter into the main building and round the corner before disappearing out of sight. Since the day she left Georgia the week before, she knew this trip would change her life and boy had it ever. The bright lights and dazzling lifestyle was such a far cry from the tiny blip on the map that she came from. It was every bit as mesmerizing as she thought it would be and hooking up with a rock star had just been a bonus. She hated to give it all up. Especially Mick. Since meeting him the day she arrived in Vegas, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else. Her best friend, Jessi, after introducing Mick to her had told her to watch herself. That Mick wasn’t her type. How wrong her friend was. Mick was exactly her type. What girl could pass up a bad boy, especially one as wicked as Mick Sheppard?

  She glanced around the p
ool, looking for Jessi and Christian, the band’s bass player. She didn’t see either of them and took a step backwards, making her way to the building before darting inside and hurrying down the hall. Mick’s cottage was only a few steps away from where she’d been standing but if anyone saw her enter, they’d have no doubt why she did. Sneaking around all week was now an everyday occurrence.

  Existing through the back door, she hid behind the bushes lining the building, checking to see if anyone was looking her way before making a run for the back entrance of Mick’s cottage.

  He grabbed her the moment she opened the door.

  “It’s about damn time,” he said, slamming the door behind her. He lifted her, bracing her against the wall before kissing her breathless.

  His hands slid under her shirt, deft fingers unhooking her bra before he cupped her breasts in his palm. “It’s our last night, Tinker Bell. You going to grant me a wish?”

  “Depends on what the wish is,” she said, lowering her head to take his lips in a kiss. His tongue ring clinked against her teeth and she moaned as the kiss heated and turned the blood rushing through her veins to liquid fire.

  “I want to go where no man has gone before,” he whispered against her mouth. His hand cupped her bottom and he ground himself against her. “I want to pop the only cherry you have left.”

  “Oh god.” Faith moaned as Mick’s fingers dug into her ass through her jeans and she knew exactly what he wanted.

  “Give me my wish, Tink, and I promise you, this will be a night you’ll never forget.”

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  Mick was momentarily blinded when he opened his eyes, the pain causing his stomach to heave. The rays from the sun reflecting off the pool shined through the edge of the curtains and pierced through his skull in bright flashes of light. He raised a hand and shielded his face, groaning when the small action caused his body to ache in places he hadn’t realized could ache.

  Slowly sitting up, he threw his legs over the side of the bed. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light. He stared at the carpet, the blurry images littered around his feet coming into focus bit by bit. Empty tequila bottles and condom wrappers were scattered across the floor. A pair of lacy panties caught his attention and he smiled, leaning down to pick them up and letting them dangle from one finger. They were tiny and he grinned when he remembered sliding them off the little vixen he’d spent half the night making scream as she hurdled toward orgasm.

  Faith’s face materialized in his minds eye and he could still hear her screaming his name inside his head. Every inch of her petal white skin was branded into his memory. The delicious curve of her round bottom that filled his hands like ripe little melons was still felt and the way her eyes had glazed over with desire as she stared at him between her legs made his entire body ache.

  He was going to miss her.

  Tucking the memories of her into that tiny part of his brain very few women stayed, he tossed the panties to the bed and stood, wavering slightly as his head started spinning. The urge to throw up hit him moments later and grew with each passing second. A few deep breaths eased the unwanted reflex and he sighed when it passed.

  Stumbling over liquor bottles and empty Ben & Jerry ice cream tubs he searched the floor for a pair of pants. Finding a crumpled pair by the dresser, he leaned down to grab them, holding his head when he stood back up.

  The bathroom door opened suddenly and he looked up, startled. The object of his morning musings stumbled out into the room and he smiled. He dropped his pants and stared at her. “I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination. This is the first time all week you were still here when the sun came up.”

  She grinned and walked across the room, picking her shoes up. “I’ve always been here when the sun comes up,” she said. “You’ve just been to wasted to notice.”

  “Well, I’m noticing now.” He crossed the floor, stopping in front of her. “Since we’re both awake, you want to scream for me one last time?”

  She shook her head. “I have a flight to catch.”

  “Not for another two hours,” he said, taking her shoes from her hand and tossing them over his shoulder. “Do you know how many times I can make you come in that length of time?”

  A small shudder rippled through her body and he smiled. Reaching down, he ran his hand over her breast, cupping it through the material of her shirt. “Come on, Tinker Bell. I know you want me.”

  She stared up at him, her large green eyes mesmerizing him to the point he felt possessed. He’d had her every way under the sun and still, he wanted more. She was a tiny, warm burst of sunlight he’d lived too long without and giving her up was going to be hard. Not that he’d tell anyone. The less anyone knew about how he felt, the better off he was, particularly the little wisp of a girl standing in front of him.

  “I have to go before someone sees me.”

  He sighed and shook his head. “I still don’t know why you don’t want anyone to know you’ve been sleeping with me. Am I that much of an embarrassment?”

  “No,” she said, reaching out to grab his hand. “I’m not ashamed to be seen with you anywhere. I just don’t want Jessi to catch me sneaking out of your room, is all.”

  “Like she hasn’t been sneaking out of Christian’s all week?”

  “That’s different.”

  “Why?”

  She looked away. “It just is,” she said. “I don’t have time to explain it. It would just be better if no one knew.”

  “Fine. I don’t want to argue. I’d rather just get you naked and not talk about anything.”

  She laughed. “Although the offer is more tempting than anything I can think of, I can’t. I have to go.”

  The top of her head barely reached his chest. She stood only inches over five feet tall and was the shortest woman he’d ever been with. Making love to her was a challenge, him being six-one, but he’d taken the task to heart without a moments thought. He loved the fact she was so tiny and doll-like.

  When she started to walk away, he reached for her, hooking his hands under her arms and lifting her from the ground so she would be eye-level with him. “Come on, Tink. One for the road, eh?”

  She laughed. “Put me down and stop calling me Tinker Bell. I told you it was degrading.”

  “No its not. It suits you perfectly. You’re small enough to fit into my pocket but at the moment, I’d rather you be down the front of my pants.”

  She glanced down and raised one eyebrow at him. “You aren’t wearing any pants.”

  “Then you’ll have no problem filling that pretty mouth of yours with my dick.”

  “You, are an immoral human being, Mick Sheppard. I’m going to pray for your soul.”

  “You do that,” he said, turning and walking to the bed. He laid her down and covered her with his body. “Right after I here you scream to God for mercy.”

  He kissed her, forcing his tongue past her lips. His hand slipped under her shirt, cupping her breast, and deft fingers pinched her nipple into a hard peek. She moaned and sank into the bed, her legs wrapping around his hips.

  “I knew you wanted me,” he whispered against her lips. “That little pussy is probably already drenched waiting for me.”

  “Mick, I don’t have time,” she said, trying to sound convincing while running her fingers through his hair. “I have to pack and I have a hangover like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “It can’t be any worse than mine,” he said, lifting her shirt and pulling her breast from her bra. He licked her nipple before sucking it between his lips. “I specifically asked for a wish last night and I don’t remember getting it.”

  She forced a chuckle past her lips. “The way my ass feels this morning, I can tell you without a doubt that yes, you did get it.”

  “Mmm,” he said, “I’ll take your word for it.” He unsnapped her jeans, his hand crawling under the material and she gasped as his fingers slid between her folds. “Wet, just as I suspected.”


  “Mick…” Her protests were useless. He wasn’t listening and neither was the rational side of her brain. She had to pack and catch her flight but one feel of his talented fingers and she was putty in his hands. He had her naked moments later, his cock sliding into her wet heat with enough force to cause a small gasp to rip from her throat.

  “Faith, why do you feel so damn good?” he asked, panting for breath. “I could fuck you everyday for a year and never get enough.”

  He set a relentless pace, his hips driving into her without mercy and she gasped with every intrusion of her body. He loomed over her; her face was buried against his chest as she held on to him and she tried not to come. She could already feel spasms wracking her womb and knew it wouldn’t take much longer.

  “Oh my god,” she whispered, her legs clamping around his hips, her fingers digging into his back and she groaned when he suddenly stopped.

  “Not this time, sweetheart,” he said, pulling out of her and flipping over onto his back. He reached for her, dragging her on top of him. “You’re not going to come until I say so. Now, ride me. I want to memorize every inch of you while you milk my cock.”

  Faith braced her hands on his chest and stared down at him as she lifted her hips and slowly slid back down. He was staring up at her, his lips parted while his hands mapped out every inch of skin he could touch.

  He wasn’t the type of man her daddy would approve of. His appearance alone would earn strikes against him. He was covered with tattoos, some as ruthlessly sexual as he was. He had a piercing in his eyebrow, one in his tongue and one cleverly placed on his cock that did things to her she couldn’t even describe. He cursed like a sailor, said the most salacious things she’d ever heard but he made her purr like a kitten with warm milk. She didn’t think there was anything she wouldn’t do for him, or let him do to her, and lord knows he’d damn near done it all.

  She couldn’t remember how many times she’d let him have her but one thing she did know … she’d miss him when she went back home.