Rocked Part 6 LIMITED EDITION: A New Adult Rockstar Romance (Billionaire's Obsession)

by Wild, Bella

  Kevin did a double-take. He was probably expecting my usual rebuttal or aloof dismissal. “Well…it’s been a busy year. A lot of stress on everyone. I guess I’m sorry too.”

  Coming from Kevin, that was about as gracious an apology I would ever get, so I nodded and accepted it. I wished he had ended it there, but as per normal, he had to run his mouth off.

  “Look Johnny. We need to do something about Amanda.”

  “What does she have to do with anything?”

  “We need professionals now.”

  I walked to the door and shut it. I did not want Amanda hearing this crap from Kevin. “She is a professional. She’s kept me safe up to now. Look. Let’s leave Amanda out of it. Go ahead and add more security if you want. Add a dozen, or more. I don’t care. But Amanda stays. You agreed to it the last time you tried to fire her. You gave your word to me, and to the FBI.”

  “Yes, but have you seen his bandage on my neck?”

  He had to go there. “I have. Maybe you need to think about getting a team to protect you and Lady. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

  “Tell me the truth. You can’t stay out of her pants, can you?” Kevin scoffed.

  I spun and stopped in my tracks in the middle of the room. Kevin’s eyes were glued to Amanda through the glass window. Her back was turned. She was speaking to Fred and Larry. I did my best to keep my anger at bay. “I’m trying to make peace here.”

  “Why can’t you leave her alone and focus? And don’t think I didn’t hear about what happened after I left the studio earlier. You think that soft ballad, cry-your-eyes-out love song will ever fly? You’re dead wrong, Johnny.”

  He struck my last nerve with that comment. “I’m done with this, Kevin!” I roared. “Done. I want out of all my contracts.”

  “Lorne. Timothy.” Lady stepped in, her voice sharp, warning us to stop.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Agent Carlson and Amanda turn back to see what was keeping us. At this point, I wanted nothing more than to go to Amanda, get her out of there and drive far away from this place, this town, this man.

  “Lorne, I’m your manager. I know what’s best for you.”

  I focused back on Kevin. “Not anymore. I’m serious, I want out. I don’t care how much money you take away. This isn’t about the money anymore. You refuse to treat me like I have an ounce of discretion, judgment or value, other than standing on a stage like your puppet. I’ve had it!”

  Lady grabbed my arm as she spoke, slowly turning me to face her. “Lorne, I know you’re upset, but I’ll have no more of this talk. We’re family. You’re not going to cut ties and run away over this. We’re all going to go home and get some sleep. Tomorrow, Kevin and I will come over so the three of us can talk this out…as a family.”

  I took a deep breath and nodded with Lady. As much as I wanted to deck Kevin, I could not hurt Lady. “Fine.”

  Fred read our faces through the window and returned inside, shutting the door behind him. “Is there a problem?”

  He was probably exhausted himself, and hoping the last task of the day would be to get us back to our respective houses in one piece, as opposed to unpacking a decade worth of family drama.

  “No, Agent. We’re leaving now,” Lady said with finality. “We will work this out later.” She touched Kevin’s arm gently and they started out of the room, walking past Larry and Amanda as they made their way down the hall. Fred followed them out, and I trailed behind.

  “Johnny, what’s going on?” Amanda asked. She and Larry fell in step beside me.

  “Kevin’s being a prick.”

  “About what?”

  “It doesn’t matter anymore. I told him I want out of our contracts.”

  “Let’s get you to the car,” she said. “We can talk about it later.”

  Jenny was waiting at the precinct entrance as we all walked out. She and Fred left in Kevin and Lady’s vehicle, and Larry followed our limo in the car Fred had been driving.

  I continued as Charles took us home. “Amanda, I swear, I’m going to finish this tour, and then you and I can go away. Anywhere you want, for as long as you want.”

  Her head turned quickly to looked over at me. “Sorry, what?”

  “Let’s go somewhere together. I don’t care where. Mexico, Paris, Bora Bora, Arizona, Milan. It doesn’t matter. I want some time with just us.”

  She shook her head. “Can we talk about this when you’re not this upset?”

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.” I leaned my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes.

  She pressed a hand on my knee. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I can’t wait for this day to be over.”

  “We’ll be home soon.”

  I looked over at her. “Wow.”

  “What?”

  “You called my place ‘home’. I like that.”

  “Come on. You know what I mean,” she answered quickly with a slight smile. “Your place.”

  “Okay. But just know, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.” That was as close as I could come to saying ‘move in with me’ without scaring her off again. Amanda had finally begun to warm up to me, and now was not the time to say something this drastic.

  “Thanks,” she answered, and rested her head on my shoulder.

  “Listen, I know this doesn’t seem like good timing…”

  She looked up at me. “What’s up?”

  I leaned forward to close the tinted glass partition between Charles and us. “I want you right now, Amanda,” I whispered in her ear. “I wanted to take you since we left the bar. I need to be inside you.”

  She moaned and tipped her head away slightly, inadvertently exposing her neck to me. I didn’t wait for her to say a word. My arm snaked around her waist and pulled her in as I kissed her neck softly. “Come sit on top of me. Grind that hot pussy down on my cock.”

  “Oh God,” she groaned.

  My cock twitched from the sultry sound she made. I pulled her onto my lap, and met her waiting lips for a kiss so fierce and passionate, I could rip her clothes off. She kicked off her shoes and straddled her legs to face me. My body was already aroused before, but now, I felt the smoldering heat coming from between her legs. My primal need to possess her took control.

  I trailed kisses down her neck to the where her shirt met the tops of her breasts, and moved lower still to find a nipple through the fabric. I tore myself away to undo her buttons, sliding the cup of one bra aside to take her nipple into my mouth. I grazed my tongue over the hardened peak, and she held on to my biceps, arching her back and grinding on my stiff bulge. I cradled her back and began to suck and lave at her nipple, almost ripping the bra to send her more pleasure. She rocked on my hardness, and brought a hand to the back of my head, pressing my lips tighter on her flesh.

  “God, Lorne,” she whimpered, nuzzling her lips at my forehead. “I want you so bad.”

  I lifted her off my lap and tugged at the waistband of her pants. She shifted herself and put her feet on the floor, dragging the pants off her hips and down to her ankles.

  She looked at me as she carefully took her panties off next. “Get your pants down, baby. I want to sit on your cock.”

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  I scrambled to unto my belt and zipper, pulling my slacks and boxers down to release my throbbing manhood. Her tiny hands were wrapped around my shaft before I could shift them all the way down. She climbed back on top of me and positioned it at her hot, wet pussy. When it felt right, I held on to her hips and pulled her down hard, driving my cock deep inside her.

  “Oh fuck! Amanda…you feel so fucking good, baby.”

  She moaned so loudly I couldn’t hold anything back. She gripped on to my shoulders, leveraging herself as she raised and lowered on my shaft. I picked up the pace, tilting my hips up to thrust inside her sweet, tight warmth. Her beautiful breasts bounced at my eye level—I could not resist taking them into my mouth, devouring them one by one.

 
“Fuck me harder,” she whispered.

  I grasped her ass tightly, dragging her down hard onto my swollen cock, but not quite certain I was delivering the force she begged for. I put my arms around her and shifted to the side, lowering her to lie on her back. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I slammed into her, finally able to drive so deeply inside her, right to the hilt. She gasped at the brutal force as I penetrated her. “Oh fuck. Yes, Lorne.”

  “Come for me, Amanda.” I growled my demand and pumped harder into her, jerking my hips as I got closer to the edge. Her nails dug into my arms.

  “Fuck!” She let out a muffled squeal.

  I felt her body begin to shudder and her channel clenched around my shaft as she climaxed. I impaled her, rocking faster, following her to a powerful orgasm that rolled through me. She buried her head into my neck, still breathless.

  “How do you feel?” I asked.

  “Good.”

  “How good?”

  “I’m tingling all over…really good, baby.”

  “Nice.”

  We were just minutes from my place now, so I got off her, pulled my pants back around my waist, and gathered up her clothes. “Here you go.”

  “Thanks,” she said breathlessly. She sat up and slipped her feet into each pant legs, arching her back to get it all the way up her hips. As she buttoned up her shirt, she asked, “Oh. What did you want to talk about? Before we got the call about Kevin.”

  I did not expect her to remember that. It was not the right time for a confession. “Oh, nothing big.” I searched for some tenacity, but came up short. “How about we talk when we settle in, or in the morning?”

  “Yes. I mean no.”

  “You don’t want to talk?”

  “Yes. But not tonight.” She bit her bottom lip as she looked over at me with dreamy, seductive eyes.

  I didn’t mind having such an easy out, but I was curious. “Why not?”

  She climbed back into my lap and whispered into my ear, “I want you to make love to me, Lorne. All night. And hold me when we sleep.”

  Chapter Three

  Amanda

  The look in his eyes overpowered me. The way he looked, the way he smelled, the way his hands had firmly wrapped around my waist, and God, the way he made me come…it was all so…perfect.

  I could barely believe I had emotionally dumped my family story onto him in the bar. It had been an out-of-body experience, to some degree. I couldn’t even pinpoint the moment when I had decided to spill all my secrets to him. Let alone why. For a split second, I was warm with embarrassment. I wandered what he thought of me now, but then I didn’t care. All I wanted was to enjoy him. From my seat on his lap, I cast a sidelong glance at him. He stared straight ahead, and I wished I could read his mind.

  “I’m sorry about all that stuff I shared about my messed up childhood.”

  “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “I don’t know. I feel like I said too much back there.”

  “You didn’t,” he said, moving a hand up and down my back. “It’s okay, Amanda.” He pressed a kiss against my hair and held his lips there. I nestled even closer as he stroked his fingertips down my arm and made little circles against the exposed skin at my wrist.

  I was comfortable in his arms, and was beginning to feel something new. I felt safe.

  “Thank you for listening to me,” was all I could muster.

  “Anytime,” he replied.

  I stared out the window, my head still resting on his chest.

  *****

  We made it home safely, and Larry arrived a few minutes afterward. In spite of the troubled circumstances around Kevin’s absence at the house, I was relieved he was not waiting to pounce on us as he had done several times before. Larry said a brief good night and headed to the guest bedroom on the main floor. With Fred and Jenny staying with Kevin tonight, it would be quiet here. I looked forward to changing out of these clothes, having a long shower and unwinding from the day’s events.

  Before this gig, I had grown accustomed to being alone. I was comfortable with solitude. Tonight though, all I wanted was to be wrapped up next to Johnny. He put his arms around me and we took the stairs up to the second floor. When he stopped at the door of my room, I didn’t want to break away from his comforting warmth. I let my hands settle at the low waistband of his jeans.

  I rest my head sideways on his chest as he held me. “I’m going to grab a quick shower and change out of these clothes. See you in a bit, okay?”

  “No.”

  I snapped my head to look up at him again. “What?”

  There was a resolve in his eyes, which seemed to shine brighter than I had seen them before. “I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight.”

  I smiled. That should have been my line, given I was there to protect him. He took my hand and led me into his room.

  “Let me just grab my pajamas,” I said, pointing back to my room.

  “You won’t need clothes tonight. Not in my bed.”

  He walked me over to his bed and we sat on one side. He tugged back gently on my shoulders so we were stretched out across the bed. I turned my body to face him. Our eyes locked. I let one hand slowly drift down to the spot where his legs met his hips. He groaned, and his eyes darkened as my fingers lingered for a second, before sliding under the waistband, teasing the sharp contour of his v-cut.

  Johnny’s lips floated to mine, slowly. When his lips finally met mine, they were soft and gentle. He groaned at the touch of my fingertips tracing over his very sensitive skin, but kept control, and made me wait. He held me in that slow, deliberate kiss, and after a beat, his lips opened and he let the tip of his velvet soft tongue glide over my full bottom lip, lightly teasing the skin. Flames of need raced across my body, sinking through my skin, all gathering at my core. Johnny reached around my waist and pulled my body into his until I was halfway lying on his chest.

  Our lips met again and it was even sweeter. Wild sensations flooded my body, and I wanted Johnny, but so much more than just physically. Something had tipped over inside me, and as I pressed against his solid torso, I realized what it was, in the back of my mind. I wanted to enjoy it, to take things slow and let him lavish his attentions on me. His lips pulled at mine, deepening the kiss before his tongue parted my lips and entered my mouth. A whimper got caught in the back of my throat when he traced my lips and then went back to roll around the tip of my tongue. I wanted those lips to touch every part of my body, and felt my insides throb at the very idea.

  My fingers snaked up his neck and into his thick, dark hair. I ran my fingers through the soft strands. I pulled at them slightly when he nipped at my bottom lip. He delivered a slight shock of unexpected pain that sent another wave of heat through me. I groaned, and he continued to tease and tempt me. I was enjoying the slow pace, but a desperate need was rapidly building up inside me. I raised myself up and eased myself down onto his lap, straddling him. His cock was rock hard already; I felt it pushing into me as I lowered down.

  I leaned forward and put my lips close to his ear. “Lorne, I want you deep inside me.”

  He groaned and brought his hands around my hips. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “This.” He put each hand on one side of my shirt and ripped it open in one sharp move, sending buttons flying all over the bed. I gasped and looked at the torn fabric between our bodies. I was not expecting it. “I’ll replace it. I promise. I just couldn’t wait to get it off you.”

  “I’ll make sure you do,” I whispered, grinning as I nipped the flesh of his earlobe, making a trail of kisses down his neck. The hood of his sweatshirt was in my way. While I continued to kiss and tease the rough, stubbled patch of skin where his jaw began, my hands reached under his hoodie and started to push it up his body. I picked my head up enough to help him lift it over his head and returned to kiss the side of his collarbone. My hands skimmed back down his hot skin, feeling the smooth perfection o
f his chiseled chest and abs.

  I broke away from his neck and studied his body, stopping to trace the outline of his tattoo. “Tell me about this.”

  Johnny looked down, as if just seeing the tattoo for the first time, his mind obviously elsewhere. He smiled playfully. “I will when you take that bra off.”

  I laughed and reached a hand back to undo the clasps. He reached up and slowly pulled the straps down my arm, cupping my breasts when it was off me. He reached his arms around to my back and pulled me down him, pressing our bare chests together.

  “I love feeling your skin on mine,” he growled. “And there’s not much to the tattoo. I was still in high school when I got the snake done. It didn’t have any real significance back then. It was something to do with my buddies. We thought we were badass after we got them. Over the years I added the tribal pieces. It morphed and grew from there.”

  “I like it,” I said.

  “Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.

  I decided to show him how much I liked it. I pushed up off him again. I kissed down his bare chest, keeping my eyes locked with his. As I sank lower, I got on my knees so I could continue the trail. I circled my tongue over the design, his skin smooth and hot against my lips. My back was arched, and I could tell he was enjoying the view as I slid down his body and lowered to all fours above the bulge of his cock. Johnny’s eyes were fixed on my bare breasts. I tilted my head up and watched him lose himself in lust.

  My fingers slipped down to his lower abs. I pulled the zipper down and tugged the pants and boxers past his hips. His thick cock sprung straight up. I instantly lowered my lips to the tip and barely waited a second before licking the head. I lowered some more and took it into my mouth. Johnny groaned, and another thrill of the seduction coursed through me. I placed my hand around the shaft and started to work at the tip, teasing and torturing him with my tongue as my hand stroked his length. I bobbed my head up and down over him, taking in more and more of the shaft with each pull. Johnny continued to groan as I worked him over.

  “Fuck, Amanda, you have to—” His words stopped as he gasped in a breath.