ENDLESS: A Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance: Book 1: Ty & Zoey

by Kaylene Winter

  “Two years?” I was shocked. “What about Ronni Miller?”

  Ty kissed my head softly and hugged me closer. I could tell that he was exhausted. So was I. “Our publicists set that up. It was a fake romance. After building me up to be a bad guy, their next bright idea was to clean up my image. That’s when I went to therapy and got paired up with Ronni.”

  “Wait, so she wasn’t your girlfriend?” I had never been more flabbergasted.

  “She’s super cool, a good friend of the band now. We were partners in crime in the publicity game, we both needed someone to date for events and stuff,” Ty explained. It sounded stupid. Because, it was stupid.

  “Wow. So, I’ve been jealous of her for no reason?” I put my hands on my hips. “But there are pictures of you kissing and everything, you looked so in love!”

  “All acting. She wasn’t you. We eventually got sick of the lie, so we went off the script and conspired our breakup. It blew up in our faces. Well, my face mostly. I got labeled the asshole. I actually think you would like her.”

  “Huh. We’ll see.” I wasn’t so sure.

  “When I told her about the foundation work, she’s encouraged me to get back with you, butterfly.” Ty took my hands in his.

  I rubbed my thumb over his knuckles, entwining our fingers together before nestling back against his chest. It had been such a heavy day, it was time to move on. He squeezed into our embrace and we stood that way for a few minutes before I spoke.

  “Ty, even now that you’re so famous, I don’t think you realize how sexy, confident, and commanding you are. Years ago, you made my first time so special and were careful with me for so many weeks leading up to it. But last night? How you took full control of everything? You played my body like a guitar solo. My God, the shower? Off the chain, babe.”

  “Sexy, huh?” He arched back and smiled at me.

  “Beyond.”

  “You waited,” he whispered into my hair.

  “I’ll always wait for you. I won’t give you up again.”

  Ty kissed me softly. “Z, it would be smart for us to slow this down, but—”

  “We have much time to make up for.” I finished.

  We made our way into the master suite, where we slipped off our clothes to take a more G-rated shower together. After we dried off and fell into his cushy bed, Ty nestled in between my legs, entered me slowly and we rocked together, his hands holding mine above my head while we made love. Afterward, tangled in each other’s arms, it felt like we were one step closer to writing a new chapter to our story.

  Chapter 18

  TYSON

  The joy of having Zoey back in my life was indescribable. After our dramatic reunion, we developed our relationship on our own terms over the next few weeks. Our schedules were a bit nuts, but we were enjoying some quality hang-out time, visiting her parents, going out for dinner, and taking long drives outside of the city in little towns like La Conner and Langley.

  Luckily, Seattle was a chill town, and no one bothered us aside from wanting an autograph or selfie with me on occasion. Because my girl loved me before I was this famous, it was an adjustment for her to be out in public with me. If I had to guess, Zoey was getting used to me being recognized. I’d never felt prouder than when my beautiful butterfly was on my arm, and I couldn’t wait to share her with the entire world.

  Now that we were fully back together, I could see firsthand how insane her firm schedule was. Since her apartment was so close to her office, it made sense for us to crash there on weeknights to give her some extra sleep time. Still, my place was a lot more secure, so most nights she commuted downtown in her old RAV. There was nothing I wanted more than for us to move in together, but I didn’t want to rush Zoey into anything she wasn’t ready for. I figured we both would know when the time was right.

  The band had been asked to contribute a couple of new songs to the soundtrack of an action movie called Phantom Uprising, and we had to finish things up in the studio in Los Angeles. I’d been in LA with the band for a few days, and while Zoey and I FaceTimed every few hours, it wasn’t the same as being together. I missed her badly, but my schedule was packed. Slowing the LTZ machine down to prepare for a year off required us to be in a lot of meetings.

  Unable to stand being apart for one minute longer, I was psyched when Zoey accepted my invitation to join me for a long weekend. Leaning against my sick new amethyst-black McLaren 720s Performance Spider with a dozen red roses in hand, I waited to pick her up outside baggage claim at nine on Friday night wearing my trademark white V-neck and beat-up jeans. Sergey, my security guard was going to kill me for being so ostentatious and attracting attention.

  She emerged from the glass doors of LAX wheeling out a shiny, purple carry-on case with her laptop bag nestled on top, looking ravishing in black wedge sandals, tight, black capri leggings, and a low-cut black tunic shirt that was cinched at her tiny waist. Catching a glimpse of the black lacy bra holding her voluptuous breasts when she leaned over caused my jeans to tighten immediately. Waiting for her to spot me, I licked my lips in anticipation of kissing her senseless. Six days was too long to be apart. Adorably flustered, she looked back and forth for me and when her eyes met mine, her smile was radiant and she skipped over.

  “Ohmyfuckinggod.” Her hazel eyes bulged when she took in my new car. “Ohmyfuckinggod,” she squealed seeing the roses, launching herself into me and kissing me full on the lips.

  Stealing kiss after kiss, she burrowed herself in my arms and when I noticed a few people paying too close attention to us and holding up their phones, I decided we needed to get out of LAX, stat.

  “Your chariot awaits, beautiful.” I pushed the button on my fob and the doors rose straight up like batwings, the coolest thing ever.

  “What are you like, Ty?” Zoey laughed, inspecting the purple/black paint and black interior of the car. “This car is completely over the top.”

  “It’s LA, baby, I’ve got to give you the full A-list experience.” I managed to fit her suitcase and laptop in the tiny space behind the seats and helped her into the passenger seat. “You look like you belong in this car.”

  “Can I drive it?” She arched her eyebrow in the delightful way she did. “I promise I won’t crash it.”

  “Sure, we’re going to take a drive to Orange County on PCH tomorrow, I’ve booked us in the Ritz in Laguna Beach.” I took the wheel and sped off after spying a few paparazzi heading our direction.

  “Ty, you didn’t need to do that, I’m happy just spending time with you and hopefully seeing even more of you soon.” She winked at me, put her hand over mine on the gear shift, and squeezed.

  “I’m wining and dining you first, babe. Get used to it.” I smirked.

  Showing her the prowess of my fine automobile all the way from the airport to West Hollywood, I squealed up to the valet on Santa Monica Boulevard in front of Dan Tana’s, one of Hollywood’s oldest establishments, figuring Zoey would appreciate the ironic atmosphere of a “seen and be seen” location. Handing the valet a hundred bucks, I grabbed her hand and we walked inside when the telltale flashes of the paparazzi cameras flickered like fireworks around us.

  “Ty, who’s your date?”

  “Tyson Rainier look over here.”

  “Who’s the girl, Ty?”

  “Is that your girlfriend, Ty?”

  Zoey didn’t let go of my hand but was clearly taken aback by the crazy level of attention we got, even though she tried to joke about it. I was used to it in LA but cursed myself silently for making such a rookie mistake. I usually had Sergey with me or avoided paparazzi havens, so I hadn’t even factored in the possibility of us getting ambushed until it happened. Once inside, we were treated wonderfully just like every other celebrity who frequented the Italian staple and ushered into a red-leather booth tucked into the back of the restaurant. Strategically, I sat with my back to the room, allowing Zoey to take the seat where she could survey our surroundings.

  “That was intense.�
�� Her eyes wide, she reached across the table and hooked my index finger in hers. “Is it always that way for you these days?”

  “Depends on where we go. I wanted to take you here because it’s fun and so iconic. Even after all these years, I forget that being out in public has its disadvantages,” I explained, not wanting to overwhelm her with the reality of how my public appearances usually went.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but can I get you to sign this?” A teenage boy held out a piece of paper to me, which I quickly scribbled on, so he’d go away. He asked me a few questions, which I answered and soon enough he went back to his seat.

  “Are you always so sweet to your fans?”

  “I guess so.” I shrugged.

  “So, what are we eating?” Zoey studied the menu.

  “The lasagna is my favorite.” God, it was so comforting to be with someone who had known me before I had fame, she loved me for who I was. I could only hope that she found the celebrity shit amusing.

  “That sounds great.” She shut her menu and glanced around the room, quietly giving me a comical play-by-play of the various other celebrities who were scattered at tables around the room, which had me laughing hard.

  A bellyful of lasagna, four autographs, and a repeat paparazzi performance later, we were speeding up the Hollywood Hills to my rambler house, which was modest by LA standards, but still had a great view of the city.

  “I cannot believe that you own two homes, Ty.” Zoey flitted about the house, taking in the décor—more cottagey than my modern Seattle abode, mainly because I never bothered to remodel.

  “I got it only because we’re here so much for industry stuff.” I was about to put on the kettle for tea. “It gives me more privacy than a hotel, and it’s weird to say but having real estate is good business.”

  “You’re dreamy.” Zoey moved toward me and stood on her tippy-toes to caress my hair and bat her eyes at me flirtatiously. “I love grown up Ty talking about real estate, he’s very, very sexy.”

  “What am I going to do with you?” I reached around her waist and grabbed her ass to yank her flush against me.

  “I can think of quite a few things I’d like you to do to me.” Zoey jumped up into my arms, hooking her legs around my waist and winding her arms around my neck. “Enough stalling, I want to ride my cowboy!”

  Growling, I ground my hardening cock against her pussy. The tea forgotten, I carried her to my bedroom where the floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto the pool and the valley below.

  Zoey hopped down and slowly pulled her tunic off, wiggling her cute, curvy butt as she stepped out of her shoes and stripped off her leggings. Skipping to the window in just her black bra and tiny black thong, she placed her hands on the window and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled through her long, wild blonde hair.

  Growling, I stalked over to her like a panther, stripping off my T-shirt on the way. Placing my hands over hers on the window, I couldn’t resist tracing the sensitive spot between her neck and ear with my tongue while rubbing my erection against her ass. She wiggled her hips, pushing her backside into my steely length. I suckled behind her ear, tracing my fingertips up her arms to her shoulder and back down again, reaching around to cup her breasts and thumb her pebbled nipples through the lace of her bra.

  Eyes closed, Zoey lay back against my shoulder and shimmied her ass against my swollen cock. Using my thumbs, I pushed the cups of her bra lower, exposing her fully in the mirrored image of the window. Leaving no inch of her breasts untouched, I enjoyed the view in the reflection on the glass. I happened to notice movement down by the pool house. Immediately, I cursed myself again for giving Sergey the night off.

  Gazing down suspiciously, I was relieved and yet mortified to see Connor and Zane standing by the pool watching us with beers in hand and gummy smiles. When Zane realized I caught them, he raised his hand over his head with a big thumbs up, and both of them whooped. Fucking Zane and his voyeurism.

  “Shit, shit, shit! I totally forgot those fucks were staying in the pool house.” I turned Zoey around quickly to shield her and moved us away from the window.

  “Do they always stay here?” Zoey snickered. “I know I should be embarrassed at Connor seeing my boobs again, but, strangely, I’m not.”

  “Yeah, they do, but that’s about to change. And, missy? I don’t want anyone seeing your goods but me.” I hit the button to shut the blackout curtains, flipping the assholes off as the blinds closed. Laughing hysterically, they both flipped me the bird and made a couple of lewd gestures before they disappeared from sight.

  “It’s awesome you guys are all still so close.” Zoey removed her bra and tossed it at me when she sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Not so awesome that I’m going to share you with them,” I laughed, catching it. “But, yeah. They stuck by me when I didn’t deserve it.”

  “Having great friends is something you definitely deserve, Ty.” Zoey lured me toward her so that I was standing between her legs. Undoing my belt, then my jeans, she slid them down my hips, exposing my boner jutting rock hard against my stomach. “Mmm, let’s do something about this.”

  Sensuously, Zoey reached down and cupped my balls, gripped my base with her other hand, and took me into her wet, warm mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks, her eyes closed and she languidly sucked, licked, and tasted me while feathering strokes over my sac with one hand and using the other to control the speed of my thrusts. Lost in the amazing sensation of the wetness and suction of her mouth and the visual of my cock in between her glossy pink lips, tingles at the base of my spine ignited almost immediately.

  As if sensing this, Zoey opened her eyes and looked into mine, smiling around my shaft. Holy fuck, she looked so hot. Doubling down, she flattened her tongue to take me as far back as she could down her throat and hummed against my crown, the sensation caused my hips to buck on their own volition. I gripped both sides of her face and rhythmically pumped in and out of her talented mouth, unable to pull my gaze away from the spectacle. She upped the ante by stroking my perineum and increasing the suction around my cock. Unable to stop myself, my hips lurched into her as I came hard down her throat, shouting her name.

  “Mmm, you rarely let me do that all the way.” Zoey swallowed and lapped at me until I was clean, my dick still twitching.

  “That was unbelievable.” I moved to her side and collapsed next to her on the bed, snuggling her against me while I recovered for a second. I fully intended on feasting on my girl when I could breathe again.

  “I love you.” Zoey lay against my chest, looking up at me, smoothing my hair away from my face. “I want to make you feel good all of the time.”

  “I love you, too.” I stroked her back with my fingers, looking down at her against my chest.

  “I like being here in our little cocoon where it’s just us, I can’t get close enough to you.” She hugged me tightly.

  “Me too, it’s my favorite place to be. You’re my favorite person.”

  “You’re mine too,” Zoey whispered against my neck and nipped at my earlobe.

  Her mouth on me made me crazy. I lightly kissed all around her face while stroking her wild hair. Deepening the kiss, our tongues danced together, the taste of my release still strong. Rolling her on her back, I savored my way down her body, marveling at her perfect, plump breasts, her tiny waist, and her stomach with the luscious swell at her panty line. Zoey squirmed with arousal, trying to press her thighs together to get some friction. Gently, I pulled down her black thong and flung it to the ground and moved to a kneeling position on the floor between her thighs.

  My wonton girl spread her legs for me, running her fingers through my hair. Watching me so close to her most private parts.

  “I love nothing more than when you are so open to me, seeing all of you.” I spread her legs wider, exposing her soaking core and bent down to lap up her honey. Her quiet whimpers of bliss nearly did me in. Using my thumbs, I opened her lips and alternated fucking he
r with my tongue and skimming all around her clit. Zoey lay back on the bed on her elbows watching me, her nipples hard as diamonds as her breath hitched with every swipe of my tongue. She almost absentmindedly rolled both of her nipples with her shiny, red-painted fingers, and her thighs shuddered around my ears. Picking up the pace on her distended nub, I licked back and forth hard and fast, which I knew would get her there. It always did.

  Zoey cried out and came with a full-body shudder. I sucked on her clit soothingly, enjoying her tangy nectar as her tremors subsided. Knowing I had the power to make this beautiful creature feel so good made me want to take things up a notch. She sighed contentedly when I climbed up on the bed, knelt on the soft mattress between her thighs, and rotated her hips to match mine. Grasping her calves, I pressed her legs together, bending them, and kissed her red-tipped toes and placed her knees over my shoulders on either side of my head.

  Her breath hitched when I dragged two fingers through her soaking slit and plunged them inside her, even though I knew she was more than ready for me. My cock was so hard it was nearly painful, so I quickly replaced my fingers and sank fully into her with a loud groan. Zoey reached for my hand and sucked my fingers coated with her essence into her mouth.

  “Holy mother of god, you’re killing me.” I moaned at the sight as I moved my hips to find the perfect rhythm.

  The sounds we made as our bodies slapped together was the best music in the world, the smell of our sex permeated the bedroom. I placed one foot on the ground, so her leg could rest over mine and used the additional leverage and angle to drive into her wildly. We went from lovemaking to downright fucking in under a second. I knew there was no holding back and I barely touched her clit with my thumb when Zoey screamed out my name and convulsed around me again. Shouting as I emptied inside her, I came for what seemed like hours.