Rocker Christmas
Forbidden Rockers, Book 3
(formerly titled Sand & Snow: A Winter Novella)
Sarah Robinson
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Robinson is the Top 10 Barnes & Noble and Amazon Bestselling Author of multiple series, including The Photographer Trilogy, Kavanagh Legends, and the Forbidden Rockers series. A native of Washington, D.C., Robinson has both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in criminal psychology. She is married to a local police officer who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. She spends the majority of her days trying to decide if it’s too late for coffee, or too early for wine.
CHAPTER ONE
Fall 2014: Athens, Greece
“Caroline, this is completely unacceptable!” her father shouted at her through the receiver as she pulled the phone slightly away from her ear.
“Daddy, I’m-”
“You can’t go gallivanting overseas and leave your responsibilities behind, Caroline. You missed the BAR exam! And you lost your job! Do you know how many strings I had to pull to even get you that job in the first place?”
“I never wanted to work there in the first place and I told you that many times,” Caroline’s rebuttal landed flat as guilt overtook her.
He had a point, she had just up and left her life in New York, traveling to Greece with Logan Clay last month. While she didn’t regret that at all, she did understand her father’s point that the way she left her job as a paralegal at a very prestigious New York City law firm had not been very mature. She hadn’t even told her boss that she quit, she just hadn’t shown up again.
Caroline fiddled with the knot on her wrap skirt that was so light, you could still see underneath to the dark red bikini that she was wearing. She hadn’t even had time to pack a bag before they had left for Greece, having to buy all new clothes once she arrived. There was no way that she could have passed up joining Logan on his trip, especially after the torturous six months they spent split up when he was on tour singing and performing all over the world.
“I’m not becoming a lawyer, Daddy. I’ve been working on my art and sketching while I’ve been out here. I want to pursue that, become an illustrator or maybe do graphic design. I thought you were coming around and going to accept that,” Caroline pleaded with her father to understand, laying her head back on the lounge chair she was stretched out on.
Despite the arduous conversation she was having, there was no way not to enjoy the view from the balcony of their villa atop one of the southern hills of Athens overlooking the beaches on the coast. The sun was warming her skin which had picked up a gentle tan from the last month out here, even her hair had lightened just slightly.
“It’s not that I don’t accept it. Everyone has hobbies, Caroline. Drawing is not a job, it won’t pay your bills and I certainly won’t keep paying your bills forever either,” he retorted.
“I’m not asking you to! I can take care of myself.” At least she wanted to.
He had never given her a chance to try, always paying her way through school and then buying her condo. She had never had to take care of herself financially, despite bringing in a decent paycheck at her old job.
Caroline had always enjoyed a luxurious life thanks to her family’s opulence, but traveling with Logan had introduced her to a level of luxury incomparable to anything she had ever experienced. He wanted for nothing and took life one day at a time, doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted to.
“Caroline, come back to New York and get back to real life. Your mother and I have not even met this Logan character and the thought of our only daughter traveling the world with a stranger isn’t exactly what we dreamed for you. We did not raise a daughter so irresponsible that she would just up and leave the country without telling anyone, leaving her job in the lurch like that.”
“That’s what I’m upset about, Caroline. I’m not upset that you want to change careers. Sure, I’m not pleased, but that’s not what bothers me. It’s that you’re behaving like someone I did not raise, and I don’t even know I recognize. It all seems to revolve around this Logan character entering your life.” She could hear her mother chiding her father in the background, telling him to ease up on her.
Her mother had always been more supportive of her relationship with Logan as well as her independence. In fact, she had been the main encourager to pursue a relationship with Logan, rather than stay with dependable and safe Turner Schwartz that sh
e had dated during their separation.
Despite his misgivings about Logan, she knew that her father was right about her irresponsibility surrounding her trip to Greece. She should have given notice at her job and she did feel guilty about that, but it was an opportunity she couldn’t have passed up.
If she had to do it over again, she knew that she would still go to Greece with Logan.
“Dad, Logan has nothing to do with this. I’m doing this, I’ve been trying to do this for a while. I need to figure it out for myself.”
He groaned. “God, Caroline, you are infuriating sometimes.”
“We will be back soon, it’s almost the holidays. You and Mom can both meet Logan then. You will get to know him and see he really is a wonderful man,” Caroline attempted a peace offering.
“It might be better if you spend the holidays somewhere else this year, Caroline.” His voice was cold and harsh.
“Dad, please,” she felt a lump forming in her throat.
She knew her father would be angry at her, but they had always spent the holidays together. Christmas was her favorite time of year. She had always been Daddy’s little girl growing up, singing Christmas carols and listening to stories about Santa Claus on her father’s knee.
“Caroline?” A higher, feminine voice rang through the phone after some rustling sounds.
“Mom, did you hear-” Caroline started, trying to keep from crying even though tears were starting to slip onto her lower lashes.
“I did. Let me just talk to him, baby. Give me a few days to get him to calm down. I want to see you, sweetheart. You’re always welcome here,” her mother soothed.
“Okay.” She sniffed.
“Let me just talk to him and see how it goes, okay? We’ll talk soon, baby?”
Caroline swallowed hard. “Yes, Mom. I love you.”
“Love you too.” The line went quiet and Caroline dropped the cell phone onto the chair next to her, letting out a small sob which she quickly covered with her hands over her face.
“Beautiful, why are you crying?” Logan walked out onto the balcony and immediately leaned down over the lounge chair to kiss her forehead.
She just shook her head, not able to say anything since the lump in her throat seemed to only be swelling into her chest, threatening to burst into a fountain of tears.
He reached both arms down, taking her hands in his, and pulling her up to a standing position. “Alright, come here.”
Logan wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly against his chest. Sighing, she laid her head against him, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on regaining her composure. Something about the strength of his arms squeezing her against his rock hard body was unbelievably calming, beginning to relax her entire body.
Logan began to kiss her neck softly, nipping the skin exposed from her hair being tossed over her shoulder. He looked even more irresistible in Greece than he had in New York since he was now sporting a darker tan, seeming like he had lived there his whole life with his dark features and strong bone structure.
They had been in Greece for only a month, but it already felt like a lifetime. An entire life created and fostered on the hills of Athens overlooking the beautiful green and blue waters. Waking up every morning curled up against each other, with nothing to do but spend the day enjoying Greece and each other.
Their villa was so exclusive that it prevented any paparazzi from vying for Logan’s attention, leaving the two of them in the breathtaking silence of being so high above the city. The stone railing of the balcony boasted the view from one of the highest hills in Athens with a shockingly high drop down beneath them. They could see straight over the southern edges of Athens to the Mediterranean Sea, which always glistened under the bright sun.
Logan continued to kiss Caroline’s neck and rub his hands across her back. She felt a tingling throughout her whole body as she pushed her arms up, wrapping them around the back of his neck and finding his lips with hers.
His lips teased hers and slid his hand down, gripping her, and lifting her up off the ground, carrying her back over to the lounge chair. He gently placed her down, quickly joining her as his body pressed down on hers. She smiled into his kiss, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers and the warm sun beating down on them.
There was nothing like an afternoon on a balcony in Athens.
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“He is going to come around, beautiful.” Logan pushed a stray piece of hair off her cheek as he looked down at her, sprawled against his side with only a thin linen sheet draped across their lower halves on the bed.
“You didn’t hear him,” Caroline replied, making patterns on his skin with her index finger as her cheek pressed up against his bare chest, his arm around her.
“He’s your father and he loves you,” he comforted her, squeezing her tighter and turning slightly to angle his body parallel to hers, pulling her naked body flush against his beneath the sheet.
“What about Christmas? It’s almost December, we already missed Thanksgiving which I don’t really mind, but I’ve never spent Christmas without family.”
“How about we go to East Haven to see my family? Connecticut isn’t that far from your parent’s place in the Hamptons anyway, so if he does change his mind, we will be close.” Logan kissed her cheek, then her forehead, her other cheek, finally ending with the tip of her nose.
“You want me to meet your family?” She giggled, squirming beneath his touch.
“I want you to meet everyone, beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his lips across hers gently.
“Is that so?”
“Yup, I’m going to take you to McGinny’s where I played my first show. To Lighthouse Point Park, where I first learned to swim. Fishing on Lake Saltonstall, walking the shops in Town Green, everything.”
“I get to see where you grew up?” She grinned, trailing her finger from the top of his jaw, down to his chin, enjoying the feeling of his short stubble.
“Anything you want. I bought my parents a newer house near Mansfield Point, but I can take you by the old house we used to live in by the airport.”
“I can’t picture you as a child.”
“I was fucking adorable.”
Caroline burst out laughing at his remark and tossed one arm around his shoulders, pulling him against her and over her. He happily obliged her request, covering her body with his as he found her lips. They were both laughing, but it quickly dissolved into heavy breathing and tiny moans as the couple made the most of their time left in Greece.
CHAPTER TWO
New York City
“What are you talking about?” Caroline tilted her head as she stared at him.
“Surprise?” He attempted to appease her by flashing his famously dashing smile while sitting across from her in the town car they were taking back from the airport.
“You moved everything I own without telling me? What about my condo? My dad owns that, you know,” Caroline gaped, looking flustered. The truth was, there hadn’t been much there in the first place. Most of her personal items had been moved into her new apartment with Turner, her ex-boyfriend, and he’d been more than happy to have her stuff gone.
“It’s still there, it’s just empty. Your dad can sell it or lease it out or something like that.” Logan shrugged, taking a drink of water from a bottle.
“Logan, you didn’t even ask me.” She looked mad, although he wasn’t really sure why.
They had just spent a month living together, he figured moving all her things before they got home would save her the headache of having to pack and do it herself.
“I didn’t know I needed to, I thought you would want to live together. I thought I was giving you a nice surprise.” He began to feel a little defensive as he saw her brows furrowed in frustration.
“No, it’s not that. I don’t know. I mean, yes, I do want to live together. I just really hadn’t thought about it.” She rubbed her hands over her eyes and Logan bit his lip nervously.
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Climbing over to the bench she was sitting on in the car, Logan pulled her up onto his lap and kissed her.
“Caroline, please don’t be angry.” He nipped at her bottom lip, then trailed kisses up her jaw line toward her neck.
“Logan.” She was trying to hold back, but her breath was quickening, encouraging him to continue.
“I just can’t stand the thought of waking up without you next to me,” he growled into her ear, his voice deep and rumbling as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.
She whimpered slightly as his hands roamed over her skin freely, sending shivers through her. She tilted her head slightly to the side, affording him more reach to kiss her neck. His lips traveled softly down from her ear to her shoulder, causing Caroline’s breath to become thick.
“Face me,” he instructed and she happily obliged, sliding one leg around each side of him so she was on her knees on the car seat bench, straddling his legs.
He grasped the soft material at the bottom of her skirt and roughly pushed it up her legs, a cold breeze tickling her. Their lips were entangled in a war of intensity, as if both were trying to get as close as two people possibly can. Her hands slipped down his front, unbuttoning his collared shirt and sliding her hands across his bare, chiseled chest.
As he got her skirt up around her waist, her hands drifted lower, unbuckling and freeing him from his pants. With a quick tug, he pulled her panties to the side and pulled her down onto him, a gasp escaping her at the sudden impact. Closing her eyes and leaning into him, she allowed his hands on her hips to move her the way he wanted, the way she wanted.
A few miles later, Caroline slid off of Logan and onto the seat beside him, one leg still splayed across his legs. Both of them were flushed and panting, smiling at each other. Logan slipped his hand behind her neck, pulling her into a lazy kiss.
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