To the Moon and Back: Rock Star Romance

by Lily Harlem

  “So you live in here, most of the time?” I asked.

  “It’s for touring. Festivals come under that heading.” Jed shrugged.

  “Why not just grab a hotel room? Not like you can’t afford it,” Nial said.

  “True.” Jed reached several flutes from a high cupboard. “But packing and unpacking gets old real quick. This way we empty our cases once and move the whole room with us.”

  “I love it,” I said, walking into the living area. It smelled of aftershave and maybe a hint of tobacco. There were piles of Rolling Stone magazines and an eclectic mix of CDs scattered around. An iPhone stand was connected to an elaborate set up of speakers.

  Jed smiled. “We try to keep it tidy—well, as tidy as we’re ever going to.”

  “It’s cool, and so is this.” Rich pointed to a shiny red acoustic guitar plugged into an amp.

  “Have at it,” Jed said. “It used to belong to The Edge.”

  Rich’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened. “No way.”

  “Yes way. I won it off him in a poker game in Dublin last year.”

  “Oh. My. God.” Rich sank to his knees before it, hands clasped as if worshipping at a temple. “I’m not worthy.”

  Jed slapped his shoulder. “After that performance tonight, you definitely are.”

  Chris popped the cork.

  I jumped, still twitchy after the lightning and the frenzied energy that had consumed me on stage. A high-pitched laugh peeled up from my chest, an expulsion of emotion.

  Chris grinned at me.

  A now familiar sensation of longing tugged at my belly. For years I’d admired his music and his handsome face, but now I was getting to know him I saw that he really was the nicest of guys—generous, brave, kind, the list went on.

  Jed popped the ring pull on a can of cola.

  “No champers?” I asked, taking a full flute from Chris.

  “Nah, I gave up the booze last year. It was getting too much.” He took a sip of his drink. “Didn’t want to put myself in an early grave.”

  “Very wise.” I took a sip of my bubbly then set the glass on the work surface.

  “You wanna look around?” Jed asked me.

  “Sure.”

  “Cool, this way.” He nodded to the left as if indicating I should go first.

  I paused at the first door and he reached around me to open it, his chest brushing against my shoulder.

  “This is the bathroom.” He revealed a small white bathroom. A bunch of toiletries—shaving gel, razors, hairspray, cologne—littered a shelf with a rail around it to stop things sliding off.

  “Neat.”

  “It works.” He pulled the door closed. “And this is my room.” He opened the next door and gestured for me to go inside.

  I stepped in. The air was warm, the lighting dim.

  He flicked on a small lamp.

  A double bed had a navy duvet, the cover depicting the night sky with a scattering of stars and a crescent moon.

  “I like it.” I nodded.

  “Yeah.” He stood close, there wasn’t much space around the bed. “It goes with your song, the one you led with.”

  “Moon and Back. Yeah, it does.”

  A silence stretched between us. I racked my brain to fill it but didn’t want to say anything that made me sound like a simpering fan.

  “It’s a great song,” he said after a moment.

  I looked up at him. There was a fizz of something between us. I liked it. A lot. “Thanks.”

  “Is it…” He paused. “About anyone in particular?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a powerful song, Lacy. You wrote it from your soul.”

  I smiled. “Yeah, it is.”

  “Who then?” His voice was a low, husky whisper.

  I swallowed, aware of his nearness, of his broad chest and the layer of dark stubble on his jawline.

  “Who is it about?” he asked again. “Rich or Nial? I sense chemistry but I’m confused who with.”

  I didn’t often reveal I was in a relationship with two guys. That information was for close friends. But would Jed understand? Would Chris? They seemed pretty open minded. Weren’t all rock stars?

  Go for it.

  “Both of them, actually.” I held his gaze. “I’m in love with Nial and Rich. They’re my boyfriends, in the plural.”

  His eyes widened a fraction, only just enough for me to notice, and his mouth twitched. “I’m not totally surprised.”

  “You’re not?”

  With the tip of his index finger he stroked my upper right arm, over my new musical note tattoo. “No. People who have music in their soul, notes and lyrics their very lifeblood, have a lot of love to give.”

  I trembled. His touch was like wildfire, each tiny stroke sending new waves of desire and excitement through me.

  Here I was standing in a darkened room with gorgeous Jed from Scarlet Men and he was talking about love and lifeblood and souls…

  “It’s why,” he went on, his tone deep and oh, so sexy, “so many of our sort are tortured souls. They just can’t handle the size of their hearts, the love that’s in there, the need to give.”

  “Our sort?” I managed, my throat drying for the second time that evening.

  “Yes.” He lowered his face to mine, the golden glow of the lamp reflecting in his dark eyes. “Our sort. Music lovers.”

  Lord, give me strength. The way he’d said lovers had my belly clenching and heat pooling between my legs.

  “So what do you think?” he asked, the tip of his nose touching mine now.

  “About what?”

  “Would your boyfriends be up for sharing you? With Chris and I?”

  “Sharing?” I sounded like I’d never heard the damn word before. As though I had no idea what he meant. But I totally did. I wasn’t a dim girl. I understood exactly what he was getting at.

  I just needed a moment to process.

  “Yeah,” he murmured. “Sharing, having some fun—twosome, threesome, moresome.”

  Fucking hell.

  I could hardly believe what he was saying. My body did though, even if my brain wasn’t keeping up. My nipples tingled, my skin was super-charged where he was still touching my arm and the scent of him—the outdoors, the storm, a musky cologne—filled my nose.

  “No point asking if you’re not up for it though,” he said, trailing his finger up my arm to my neck. He traced a circle in the hollow of my throat, then ran his caress up to my lips. He followed the outline of them, so gently, so slowly, that my knees did that watery thing again and I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest.

  “So what do you say?” he asked. “A night of fun?” He paused and breezed his lips over mine.

  I knew I should pull back—I was spoken for—but this was different, he was going to ask permission from Rich and Nial.

  And did I want them to say yes?

  Fuck yeah. What kind of woman, or should that be female rock star, would I be if I didn’t?

  “Yes.” I nodded. “You should…ask them, that is.”

  He smiled, a sexy, cocky grin—a hunter who’d spotted prey—and licked his lips. “That was the right answer, babe.”

  He nodded at the door.

  I stepped through it, my entire body buzzing. I had no way of knowing what Rich’s and Nial’s reaction would be. Whether or not they’d be up for it.

  My two guys were lounging on the sofa—Rich with The Edge’s guitar on his lap.

  Chris was standing with his butt against the table. When he saw us he set aside his empty champagne flute. He looked beyond me, at Jed, a silent question in his eyes.

  Jed didn’t respond verbally, but I sensed something pass between them. Chris’s mouth turned up at the corners, just a little bit. “What do you think of the trailer, Lacy?”

  “It’s a real home from home.”

  “Yeah, I’m glad you think so. More champagne?”

  “Er, no, I’m good thanks.”


  Jed dimmed the stark overhead light, and a bunch of low-level red LEDs came on around the kitchen area, flooding the place in a seductive glow.

  “So Ted has some ideas, huh,” Nial said, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. “To put to us.”

  “Of course he has, he has a sharp eye for talent.” Chris nodded at the sofa. “Come sit down, Lacy.”

  I did as he’d suggested and he sat close, his leg touching mine. I looked up at Jed. His concentration was firmly on me.

  “I wonder what ideas, though.” Rich slid his fingers over the strings of the guitar to create a low hum.

  “You’ll find out tomorrow,” Jed said, “and in the meantime…” He paused.

  After a moment, Nial said, “In the meantime, what?”

  “In the meantime.” Chris took my hand in his and set his attention on Rich and Nial. “We have an idea, too.”

  “Oh yeah?” Nial looked from where Chris held me, to Rich, then back to Chris. “What’s that then?”

  “We just wondered, since the storm has trapped us in here, and we’re music brothers now, if we could share your woman.”

  “Share our woman?” Rich looked up from the guitar, his fingers stilling. “Lacy.”

  “She is your woman, both of yours,” Jed said. “Or have I got that wrong?”

  “No, you haven’t got that wrong.” Nial’s voice was tight. I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind.

  “We’re a threesome,” Rich said, placing the guitar in the stand at his side. “But you understand that concept, judging by the lyrics of Ménage.”

  Jed folded his arms and grinned. “We’ve been known to enjoy the same woman, much the way you do.”

  “And you have a beautiful woman.” Chris squeezed my hand. “Sexy and talented, kind, funny, caring. I could continue.”

  I laughed. “You’re going to give me a big head.”

  Chris chuckled. “I’d rather give you a few big orgasms.”

  Oh, for the love of God.

  I squirmed on the seat, my cheeks flushing. Was it possible to be so turned on just with words? Just with the idea of what they were suggesting?

  Apparently it is.

  Nial and Rich looked at each other. After a few seconds, Rich shrugged and Nial pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

  “Would be fun to watch,” Nial said.

  My stomach did a flip as I waited for Rich to reply.

  “You want it, sweet cheeks?” he asked eventually.

  I glanced between Jed and Chris. Two seriously sexy guys I’d lusted over for years. “As long as everyone else does, then yeah, I do.”

  “We wouldn’t have asked if we didn’t think you were the hottest thing we’ve seen in a long time.” Jed shifted from one foot to another. There was an interesting bulge in his jeans. “No strings, just fun.”

  No strings.

  Yeah, I can do that.

  “In that case,” Rich said. “I’m up for seeing you have some fun with these guys, so long as we watch, I want to know what happens.” He sat back, arms folded.

  “Yeah, every detail.” Nial leant forward, his forearms resting on his thighs, his hands dangling in the triangle between them. “Every last detail from the squeaks and gasps you make, Lacy, to how you look with a Scarlet Man’s cock in your pussy.”

  His dirty words had me groaning, but the sound barely had chance to escape and Chris was kissing me. His beautiful lips moving in time with mine as his tongue peeked into my mouth and he pulled me close.

  Damn, I’d either been a very good girl in a former life, or I’d just won the sex-with-a-rock-god lottery.

  Chapter Seven

  The kiss deepened. Chris was feeding me passion with every movement of his lips.

  I gripped his hard shoulders, loving the fact that I could. Solid muscle flexed beneath his skin.

  “Damn, you taste sweet,” he murmured, then spread kisses over my cheek to my ear.

  I glanced at Rich and Nial. They were watching me closely. Nial’s lips were shiny, as though he’d just licked them.

  “Can you handle us both at the same time?” Jed asked against my opposite ear.

  I tipped my head back, dropping my crown into the crook of his neck. “Yes.”

  “The question is,” Rich said with a chuckle, “can you handle her? There’s a reason there’s two of us.”

  I smiled at him as the two rock stars nuzzled my ears, my neck, the top of my shoulder.

  Heavenly tingles were spreading around my body. Thunder rolled overhead, but this time I barely noticed it. For a moment the lights flickered and we were in darkness.

  Then I was being stripped.

  Busy hands tugging at my top, unbuttoning my shorts.

  We really are doing this.

  My pussy tightened, a heavy sensation pulsing in my clit. I had no idea what Chris and Jed had planned other than it would be hot and sexy and orgasms would be involved.

  “You’re so fucking pretty,” Chris said, discarding my bra.

  “Small but perfectly formed,” Nial said. He reached behind himself, grasped his t-shirt then dragged it over his head.

  I didn’t blame him—the temperature was rising.

  The wind direction changed and rain suddenly pelted the window next to me, a barrage of watery bullets rattling the pane.

  “I’m so glad we’re tucked up in here,” Jed whispered.

  “Me too.” I hooked my hand behind his head, pulled him closer.

  “You need us to stop, you just say the word, okay?”

  “I won’t.”

  “But if you do…promise.”

  “Yes, Jed, I promise.” I released a long, low groan.

  Chris had taken my right nipple into his warm mouth. His teeth just grazing the end of it, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure that always yanked my chain.

  “He’s getting that right for you, eh, sweet cheeks,” Rich said.

  “Yes…” I blew out a breath as Jed scooped my other breast up, tugging the nipple between his thumb and finger.

  “Nice?” Nial asked.

  “Mmm…” I squirmed, the heat between my legs growing.

  Chris must have sensed that, because the next thing I knew my small denim shorts were being removed, along with my knickers.

  “Nice tat,” Jed said, running his finger over a butterfly on my right hip.

  “It was my first.”

  “I should examine it more closely.” Chris was on the floor, between my legs and pushing my thighs apart.

  I leaned back onto Jed, who had his arms around my waist, as my pussy was bared.

  “All those people, thousands of them, wanted you,” Chris said. “But tonight you’re all ours, you belong to us four.”

  I bit on my bottom lip, a full body tremble attacking me, and dug my fingers into Jed’s forearms.

  Chris ducked and stroked his tongue over my pussy.

  I gasped, then sucked in air. This was a dream come true.

  Glancing at Rich and Nial, I curled my toes into the carpet.

  Nial had shoved at his jeans and was holding his erect cock, working it slowly. He always was a bit of a voyeur. Watching me with Rich turned him on, and this was obviously doing it for him too.

  Knowing that gave me another shot of confidence. “More,” I said, running one hand into Chris’s hair. “I need more…please.”

  He obliged by pushing two fingers into me.

  I cried out, not holding back. It was divine to feel him where I needed it most. I closed my eyes and became lost to the moment.

  “You know how good you’re going to feel?” Jed murmured against my ear. “So good, you’ll never forget it.” He nibbled my ear as Chris set up a steady pumping motion, fucking me with his fingers. “And your guys over there, open your eyes, look at them. They’re loving this, watching you be pleasured.”

  I tore my eyes open and looked at Rich and Nial. Nial’s cheeks were flushed. He was stroking his cock faster now. Rich had removed his top an
d jeans and sat in just his boxers which sported a large bulge.

  The pressure was building. An orgasm threatening to come my way. “Oh…oh…I’m going to…”

  And then it was there. I came hard and fast. It consumed me and I bucked and writhed, not knowing when I’d come so fast before.

  Chris stayed with me, working my clit with his tongue. Jed tweaked my nipples, sending the pleasure hot-wiring over my flesh.

  “Keep that going,” Jed whispered. “It’s just the start.”

  My heart was thudding, my breaths hard to catch. I squirmed and bucked onto Chris’s face and fingers.

  Did I really just climax on Chris Harlow’s tongue?

  It seemed I had, and it had been magnificent.

  “You’re going to come again,” Jed said, “around my cock.”

  He released me and I flopped back on the sofa, legs akimbo, breathing hard.

  Still reeling from my orgasm, I watched as Jed shucked away his jeans and tore open a condom.

  He rolled it down his long cock, and then was over me.

  I stared up into his face, my need for him just as powerful as before I’d come.

  “You ready?” he asked, his eyes glinting.

  “Yeah, give it to me.”

  His jaw tightened and his cock probed my entrance.

  I gripped his taut, inked biceps and stared at a face I’d seen on magazines and TV more times than I could count. But I’d never seen his features like this, tense with desire and determination.

  He slid in, my arousal easing his way. But he was big and I had to concentrate to accommodate him.

  Holding my breath, I felt every smooth inch of his cock as he rode to full depth.

  “Ah yeah, fuck,” he murmured, still staring down at me. “That’s so good, fuck, yeah, Lacy.”

  I hooked my legs over his and canted my hips upward. “So live up to your promise, make me come again.”

  “I intend to.”

  He set up a delicious rhythm, grinding over my still swollen clit and filling me on each thrust. The sofa squeaked, the rain continued to pelt down and I lost myself to him, knowing I’d come again.

  “Yeah, sweet cheeks, you look so hot,” Nial said. “Tell me how he feels.”

  “Oh…God…he’s big…hard…I’m going to…” I arched my back, loving the way Jed was working me.