Dangerous Crush: A Rock Star Romance (Dangerous Noise Book 2)

by Crystal Kaswell

  Fuck, he feels good inside me.

  I kiss him back as he drives into me. Deeper. Harder.

  He groans back into my mouth. His thighs shake. His cock quivers.

  He's close too.

  The thought spurs me on. A few more thrusts and I'm at the edge. Then I'm there.

  I suck on his lips as I come. The orgasm is intense. I can feel my sex pulsing. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes.

  Every part of me feels good.

  Then he's there too.

  I watch as pleasure overtakes his body. His shoulders shake. He groans. He squeezes the slick leather fabric of the couch.

  "Fuck, Piper." He thrusts harder. Faster.

  His dark eyes fill with desire then his lids fall together.

  He lets out another groan.

  His cock pulses inside me.

  Even with the condom, I can feel it.

  He plants a deep, slow kiss on my lips. For a moment, we linger like that, our bodies pressed together.

  Then he shifts off me and moves to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

  The realization dawns on me.

  Kit and I had sex.

  Kit took my virginity.

  He scoops me into his arms and holds my body against his. He brushes my hair behind my ears as he stares into my eyes. "You okay?"

  I nod.

  I'm better than okay.

  I'm fucking amazing.

  But I'm also tired.

  I bury my head in his chest and collapse in his arms.

  Chapter 20

  Kit

  A lot of women have fallen asleep in close proximity. Never during sex.

  After, yeah.

  Or while I stepped out to swallow another handful of pills.

  Downers relax you enough to make it easy to fall asleep on top of a stranger.

  Besides the occasional pride of fucking a woman so thoroughly she couldn't keep her eyes open, I never liked having a stranger fall asleep in my arms.

  It was weird. Wrong. An intimacy that went beyond our implicit agreement.

  But Piper resting her head on my shoulder and falling asleep in my arms— that feels right.

  Good.

  Like it's where she belongs.

  Where I belong.

  She's still new to sex, but I'm the one who's inexperienced. I've held a woman before, but not like this.

  Not even in the same fucking universe as this.

  She stirs but doesn't wake. Her palm presses flat against my side.

  Her lips part with a sigh.

  Then—

  Oh, fuck this is adorable.

  She's snoring.

  I hold her steady until she rouses.

  Her fingers curl into my sides. She drags her hand over my torso and up my chest.

  Her eyes blink open. She smiles at me then she's taking in the tattoo on my shoulder. She traces the lines with a tender touch. "Does it mean anything?" She sits up straight. Her blue eyes get wide. "Aren't lilies funeral flowers?"

  I nod.

  She looks up at me. "Did you lose someone?"

  "Yeah, but that's not exactly it."

  Her voice gets soft, sweet. "You don't have to tell me."

  She purrs as I run my fingers through her hair.

  Her eyes flutter closed.

  Her tongue slides over her lips.

  The pleasure that spreads over her face is equal parts hungry and satisfied. It's not like when she comes—nothing will ever compare to watching Piper come.

  It's still intimate, but it's comfortable too.

  "If you keep doing this, I'm going to want to go again." She rests her forehead on my chin. "I'm not sure I can handle that."

  I'm not sure I can restrain myself again.

  She traces the lines of my ink. "Tease."

  "I promised nothing."

  "Still."

  I want to explain it to her. "I started using when I was fifteen, but it wasn't a straight shot. It got worse then better then worse again. Sometimes, I had it under control and it was just something to do. Sometimes, I got clean for months at a time. Once when I went to college. When Joel really got serious about us playing together. Between gigs and school, I stayed busy enough I didn't need to be out my head."

  Her eyes are locked on mine. "I know what you mean."

  "One of the guys I used to get high with, Tristan— he was named after his great-grandfather— he went the other way. The change in shit was too much. The freedom was more than he could handle. Just after Thanksgiving, he ODed."

  "I'm sorry." She runs her hands through my hair. "Were you close?"

  I shake my head. "We only hung out together because we didn't want to get high alone."

  She traces the lines again and again. Her eyes fix on mine with a gentle gaze. I can feel her affection. She wants to pry my heart open, but it's not because she needs a peek at my secrets. It's because she wants to help me piece it back together.

  "Came home for the funeral—not that it was far. I'm from Silicon Valley. I was at UCSF at the time. At the wake—his parents' mansion was decked with lilies. I remember thinking, these people have no fucking idea who their son was, what he was doing. If they'd put that much attention into his life..." I shake my head. "It could have been me. Easily. I didn't want that to happen. Got the tattoo as soon as I was back in the city."

  "You sound sad."

  I nod.

  "You miss your friend?"

  "No." My gaze goes to the window. Can't look her in the eye when I admit this. It's hard enough having her body against mine, hearing that sweet tone to her voice.

  Piper really is innocent.

  She doesn't have a fucking clue what junkies are like.

  "I barely knew him." I bite my tongue to swallow my words. But I'm done hiding from this. She deserves to know. "By the next weekend, I was getting high again."

  "You'd lost your friend."

  I shake my head. It's not like that. I saw my future, saw how things could end, and I still chose drugs.

  This is the longest I've ever been clean, but it might not stick. I've seen what happens to people who love junkies. I've been that person.

  I can't do that to Piper.

  She drags her fingertips over my cheeks. "You're going off somewhere."

  "Thinking."

  "If you don't want to talk about it, you can say that, but don't lock me out while I'm sitting right here. Naked. After we had sex for the first time. After I had sex for the first time."

  I have to chuckle. "That's quite the card to play."

  She smiles, playing dumb. "I don't know what you mean."

  "You really should think about law school."

  She sticks her tongue out and shakes her head. "How about I think about dinner?" She motions to the full plates on the counter. "We never ate."

  "You hungry?"

  She nods. "Would it be cheesy to say you worked up my appetite."

  "Yeah, but I'd like it."

  She smiles as she pushes herself off the couch. "You worked up my appetite." She bounces to the kitchen. "I'm starving."

  Damn, she has a nice ass.

  Piper really is cute. Not just her gorgeous face and fantastic ass, but the way she's bouncing around my apartment.

  She slams the microwave door shut and turns the thing on. "You're giving me a look."

  "I'm checking out your ass."

  "That's not it." She leans against the fridge, yelps over it being cold, and jumps a few inches to the left. "I'm going to feel like one of those girls if I keep asking what you're thinking."

  "Which girls are those?"

  She picks up her fork and licks it clean. "The ones who can't take a hint that you're done with them."

  "I'm not done with you." I wrap my arms around her. "I want you in my life, Piper."

  "Promise?"

  "Yeah."

  "Good. I... um... that was really good. Fun. And, um." She shakes her head to shake off her blush. "Special. Though I guess I'
ve never—"

  "It was."

  She smiles ear to ear. "Yeah?"

  "Yeah."

  The microwave saves her from the blush threatening to spread to her chest.

  She grabs the plates and brings them back to the counter.

  I slide into one of the high chairs. "Nobody's ever made me dinner before."

  "Never?" She sits next to me, picks up her fork, and plays with her food. "Not even your parents?"

  "When I was a kid. My mom's been mentally MIA since I was eleven or so. My dad's never around." I take a bite of the pasta. It's an easy, normal meal— boiled spaghetti and broccoli, a jar of marinara—but it's special. Nobody looks out for me like this.

  "What did you eat?"

  "The maid cooked."

  "And you said your parents weren't rich." She laughs. "And you slipped that Silicon Valley comment by me earlier, like you thought I wouldn't realize. Your parents are freaking loaded." She shakes her head with mock outrage. "Spoiled rich boy."

  I steal a piece of broccoli from her plate. "Spoiled rich girl."

  "We're two of a kind." She twirls her pasta onto her fork and eats it slowly. Like she's savoring every bite. "I guess the maid doesn't count as cooking for you. It's like saying a chef cooked for you. It's her job."

  I nod through my next bite.

  "Mal always cooks for me. He's a bit of a control freak in the kitchen."

  "Not just in the kitchen."

  She sticks her tongue out in disgust. "I don't need to hear about that."

  "I meant in the studio."

  She holds out her hand please don't go on. "His last fuck buddy started crying when he ended things, going on about how she knew it was no strings attached but she had these feelings, and he had to have them too, and how could he not love her if the first thing he wanted to do when he tied her up was—" She cringes as she air quotes- "eat her out until she came so many times she was begging him to stop."

  "Damn, if women knew that." I chuckle. "Mal already has to beat them away with sticks."

  "Well, Strongs are very attractive and we have charming personalities." She frowns. "Except for Mal being bossy and annoying and demanding his way."

  "Seems like a Strong trait."

  She sticks her tongue out at me. "Maybe. I guess women like it."

  "Sometimes."

  "You're like that too."

  "I'm like Mal?"

  She nods. "Sometimes."

  "Not going to help my case if I remind you that you can't let this fight with Mal get in the way of acting."

  "It's not."

  "You can't let your fight with Mal get in the way of acting."

  "I know you mean well, Kit, but I want to make this decision on my own." She stares back at me, picking me apart. "I can never tell what you're thinking."

  "Must be why you keep asking."

  She lets out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, but you're very intense. It can be intimidating."

  I cock a brow.

  "I know we're more than friends. Is there a word for this?"

  "I like more."

  "Okay. More. I'll tell... well, there's nobody I really want to tell." She laughs. "I could call Rory and rub it in her face. Show her that poster, remind her how hot you are."

  "Land the rumor on TMZ?"

  "She's too lazy to do anything about it. And who really follows the bassist of a mid-tier rock band?" She smiles.

  "That hurts."

  "Upper-mid tier?"

  "I know we aren't the Stones, but, geez."

  Her laugh lights up her eyes. It lights up her entire face.

  It does something to me.

  I want to keep her smiling like that.

  "Don't I get points for being hot?" I tease.

  "Definitely. Most musicians are much less hot than you." She gives me a long once over. "I can do upper-tier. You guys are good. But then I sing along to Britney Spears, so I'm not helping your case." Piper's expression gets serious. "I guess you're right. If I tell someone and they tell Ethan or Mal... for now, this is between us. Eventually..."

  I nod. "Eventually."

  Chapter 21

  Piper

  We linger in the kitchen, picking at the last bits of food on our plates, for ages. It's easy talking to Kit. I don't feel like I have to hide anything. I don't feel like I have to prove anything.

  I can just be.

  He's different than when we're around everyone else. He doesn't have that tension in his shoulders or that frustrated look in his eyes.

  Maybe it's just post-sex relaxation—the thought makes me warm and hot at the same time—but he's not guarded the way he usually is.

  His walls are down.

  He breaks into a fit of laughter as I drop a noodle. It lands on my chest, splattering red sauce over my breasts.

  It's not exactly chocolate syrup, but it is an opportunity.

  His dark eyes lock with mine. "You want my mouth on your tits, all you have to do is ask." He slides off his seat and leans close enough to drag his lips over my neck. "You're usually direct."

  "Uh-huh."

  "You tell me what you need from me." He sucks on my skin. "I like that about you."

  "Thank you."

  "Don't stop doing that. Even if you think it will piss me off."

  "Okay." I want a million things right now and half of them are contradictory. I want this to be real, to last, but I want it to be easy. I want to scream that Kit and I had sex from the mountaintops, but I don't want my brothers to find out.

  I want this to be easy.

  But I know it's a mess.

  "When I figure it out, I'll let you know." I run my fingers through his hair.

  "I like that you admit you don't know."

  "What should I do?"

  "Most people pretend."

  "I wouldn't fool you if I did."

  He groans against my skin. Then he's sucking on my earlobe.

  "It was an honest moment of clumsiness." I moan as he drags his fingertips up my thigh. "But I like where this is going."

  He leans down to lap the sauce off my chest. One drop at a time, he licks every drop.

  Kit looks up at me as he takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks softly. Then harder. Then he's scrapping his teeth against my delicate flesh.

  He slides his arms around my hips to pull me off my chair. To take me into his arms.

  His hard cock presses against my stomach.

  I want it again.

  Want him again.

  His eyes bore into mine. It's like he's daring me to ask him for what I want.

  Right now, I know what I want.

  I want this.

  "I'll start." He leans down to suckle my other nipple.

  God, that feels good. I cry out with pleasure. I tug at his thick hair. "I want you to keep doing this."

  He groans against my skin, tormenting one nipple then the other, then the first.

  My sex clenches.

  He plants a kiss between my breasts. Then lower.

  Lower

  Against my belly button.

  He shifts onto his knees. "I want you to come on my face."

  I have to grab onto the counter to stay upright. I had standards about losing my virginity and I upheld them. Right now, I can't wait to get to the bed.

  I can't wait to get to the couch.

  Even if it's three feet away.

  He motions to the counter. "Clear the plates and sit."

  I do.

  "Spread your legs."

  I do.

  He brings his body closer, so his head is right between my legs.

  Damn, that's close.

  Heat spreads down my torso.

  He nips at the soft flesh of my inner thigh. "Plant your hands behind you."

  I do.

  "You have no fucking idea how much I've been thinking about tasting your cunt again." He drags his lips up my thigh.

  He moves closer.

  Closer.

  His fingers dig into my
thighs as he licks me up and down. He starts with long, slow strokes, with the flat part of his tongue. Then he's moving faster. Harder.

  Then the metal ball of his tongue piercing is gliding over my lips, my sex, my clit—and the sensation is intense enough to make me dizzy.

  I tug at his hair. "Fuck."

  He slows, but not enough for me to stay upright. I slip.

  Kit is seamless. He scoops me by the knees and slings my legs over his shoulders.

  He works me with his tongue, fast then slow, hard then soft, with that flesh then with that fucking amazing piercing.

  God, it's intense.

  And he's moaning like he's enjoying it as much as I am.

  Fuck.

  "Kit." I press my thighs against his cheeks. "Don't stop."

  His fingers dig into my flesh. He focuses in on my clit. His movements get faster, harder. It's the soft flesh.

  Then the smooth metal of his piercing—

  "Fuck." I let out a low groan. My hands dig into his hair.

  Every flick of that thing sends a shockwave of pleasure to my core. I groan. I writhe. I lose my last hint of shyness.

  "Kit," I breathe. "Make me come."

  He groans against my skin. Then he's licking me right where I need him, tormenting me with that delicious piercing.

  A few flicks of his tongue and I'm there. Pleasure spills through my body as I come. My sex pulses. My fingers dig into his hair.

  Every bit of tension in my body releases in one hell of an orgasm.

  I sink onto the counter. My legs go slack. My arms flop onto the tile surface. "Fuck."

  He plants a kiss on my inner thighs. "You taste fucking good."

  "I can't take another."

  "Later." He pushes himself to his feet and plants a kiss on my chest, just above my breast. "How about I clean off the rest of that red sauce."

  "Yes, please."

  He chuckles. "I was thinking the bath."

  "That's good too."

  Even with his lips curled into a smile, Kit is wearing an intense expression. There's an intensity to his expression. It's not need or desire as much as it's satisfaction.

  Pride even.

  I follow him upstairs.

  This is a hell of a bathroom. It's huge with sleek tile and silver fixtures. And the bathtub—

  Damn, that's a bathtub.

  Kit slides his arm around my waist and motions to the shower.

  I shake my head and motion to the tub.