Garrett: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (Rock Hard Book 1)

by Lilian Monroe

  They walked in and my cock immediately throbbed between my legs. She was wearing the sexiest dress I’d ever seen, a fitted blue thing that set off her blonde hair perfectly. The dress hugged every curve, and I wanted nothing more than to rip it off her. As soon as she and the photographer, Veronica, walked in, Morgan’s eyes drifted to me and I saw her cheeks flush ever so slightly.

  God, that’s hot.

  I wonder how flushed she’d be with my head between her legs, licking her clit and making her come all over my tongue.

  Carter and Veronica appeared in the doorway and they shuffled in. I frowned. The two of them looked almost guilty, and Carter wouldn’t meet my eye. What was going on there?

  I made a mental note to ask him about it, and then shifted my focus to Morgan.

  She cleared her throat. “Good, everyone is here. Carter, I’ll get you to jump in to the seat so Lacie can do your hair and makeup. Garrett, come with me, you need to check your gear in the studio.”

  Her voice trembled ever so slightly when she said my name, but I was the only one to notice. Her eyes drifted over me and my lips tugged upwards into a smirk.

  “You’re the boss,” I replied. For now.

  She nodded, opening the dressing room door and looking at me. Her face was a mask of professionalism, but I didn’t care. It wouldn’t be like that for long. I stood up and looked her up and down as I crossed the distance between us, dying to run my hands over the curve of her hip. I took another step towards her, dipping my head towards her ear as I got near her.

  “You look beautiful this morning, boss.”

  Her eyes flicked to mine and her tongue darted out to lick her perfect lips. She cleared her throat and nodded. “Thanks.” Her voice was thin, and I could see the shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall. “Let’s go,” she added.

  I brushed past her, inhaling the scent of her perfume as my body screamed for me to touch her. I waited for her to close the door and nod to me as she click-click-clicked her perfect body down the hallway towards the studio.

  Glancing up and down the hallway as we turn a corner to make sure we were alone, I caught her hand in mine. She spun towards me, surprise etched on her face.

  “What are—”

  “Tell me you’re not attracted to me.”

  “What?” Her eyebrows drew together and she laughed. Her cheeks warmed with that blush that made my cock ache for her, and she left her hand in mine. Her eyes were locked on mine and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but said nothing.

  “Tell me you don’t want me,” I growled, taking a step towards her.

  “Garrett, I… We work together. I’m not—” She hesitated, chewing her lip and dropping her eyes to my chest. She took a deep, shuddering breath as she closed her eyes, and then looked up at me again.

  “I’m not attracted to you.” It came out barely above a whisper as her cheeks flushed redder. My lips tugged upwards. I was still holding her hand, and I lifted it up to place it gently on my chest.

  “No?”

  She shook her head and licked her lips. “No.”

  But she left her hand on my chest. Her fingers curled into my shirt and she leaned ever so slightly into me.

  Then I did what I’d been dying to do. What I’d dreamed of doing since she’d walked into our rehearsal space like a vision in white. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me, crushing my lips against hers as she melted against my chest.

  She moaned into my mouth, and it was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Her fingers gripped my shirt, pulling me closer as her body pressed against mine. I dropped my hands to her ass and kissed her harder, loving the way her heart was racing against mine. Her nipples were hard little pebbles pressed against my chest, making my whole body hum with want.

  When we fell apart, we were both panting.

  Morgan lifted her eyes up to mine, letting her hands linger on my chest. Then, she took a step back. She bit her lip and shook her head, grinning mischievously.

  “Still not attracted to you.”

  Chapter 6 - Morgan

  I just wanted him to take me right there. My panties were soaked through, and the echo of his hands on my body was driving me wild. I could still taste his kiss on my lips even after we stepped away from each other.

  “Still not attracted to you,” I said as a smile floated over my lips.

  My body begged to differ. Every part of me wanted him. I wanted to feel his arms around me, his chest pressed against me, his lips devouring mine. I wanted his cock. When he pulled me close to him again, I could feel it, long and thick, pressed against my belly.

  I ached for it. For him. The only thing I could think of was the throbbing need inside me. I wanted him to sheathe himself inside me and tangle his fingers into my hair and make me scream his name.

  He lifted his hand, brushing it along my side. My whole body shivered as I inhaled. My nostrils filled with his musky scent and I closed my eyes. It was dizzying how much I wanted him.

  Garrett’s hand moved higher. He ran the back of his fingers ever so gently over my breast, brushing against my nipples that had hardened to points when he kissed me.

  “Not attracted to me?” He growled in my ear. His fingers continued to tease my nipple mercilessly. “Your body is telling a different story.”

  “I’m just cold,” I gasped, trying to laugh as my head spun from his touch. His other hand was on my ass, sinking into my flesh and pulling me closer.

  “And what if I reached between your legs?” Garrett whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin on my neck. “Would that sweet little pussy of yours be soaking wet for me too?”

  He lifted his strong hand and curled it around my neck, pulling me nearer to him with his other arm and grinding his hips against me. I whimpered, licking my lips and hoping he’d kiss me again.

  This was so wrong. We worked together. This was the biggest job of my career, and it was make-or-break for me. I glanced over Garrett’s shoulder, knowing that anyone could round the corner and catch us like this. Garrett chuckled, his warm breath washing over my neck as he laid a soft kiss beneath my ear.

  “You worried about someone catching us?”

  “Anyone could walk by,” I answered as his hand slipped along the cleft of my ass, reaching between my legs. He lifted my dress and teased the backs of my thighs with his fingertips.

  “Anyone could walk by,” he agreed, brushing his fingers higher between my legs. “And they’d see what a dirty girl you’re being.” His hand inched higher and I spread my legs slightly. He growled, his fingers just brushing the sensitive skin next to my underwear. “They’d could come around the corner and see me with my hand between your legs.”

  He slipped his finger under my panties and I moaned. My fingers dug into his shoulders and he backed me up so I was pressed against the wall as Garrett pushed my panties to the side. I lifted my leg and curled it around his hip as he ran his finger up and down my sopping wet slit.

  “I knew you’d be wet,” he groaned. “So fucking wet for me.” He teased my opening for a moment and then ran his fingers up towards my bud. He circled it gently as I gasped, pressing my hips towards him to feel his huge, hard cock against me. I wanted him so much I couldn’t think of anything else.

  He teased my bud, twirling his thick fingers around it and then dropped them down and plunged them inside me. I moaned. I couldn’t control it any longer. I rolled my hips towards him as he fucked me with his fingers, setting my whole body on fire.

  “Don’t lie to me anymore,” he growled, kissing my neck and dragging his fingers in and out of me. “Don’t pretend you don’t want me, Morgan. I know you want this thick cock deep inside you. Tell me you want it.”

  He pulled his fingers out and rolled them around my bud again.

  “I want it,” I gasped, sinking my fingers into his shoulders and moaning into his chest. “I want it.”

  “What do you want?”

  Faster and faster he rolled his f
ingers over my clit, bringing me closer to the edge. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped onto him as my body trembled.

  “I want your cock.”

  His finger slipped inside me again and I moaned into his chest again. He caught my lips between his and kissed me fiercely as I rushed closer and closer to the edge. He rolled his hips towards me and his thick shaft pressed into my stomach again.

  “You’re going to get it. You hear me, Morgan? I’m going to teach you who’s the boss here. You’re going to get every inch of my cock.” I moaned, reaching my hand down between us. Garrett pulled my hand away and pinned it on the wall overhead.

  “You’ll get it but only when I say you can get it. You hear me? First, I’m going to make you mine. Then, and only then, will you get my cock inside you.”

  His fingers were like magic between my legs. I couldn’t even tell what he was doing anymore, but my head was spinning and my heart was pumping fire through my body. I gasped, leaning my head back and squeezing my eyes shut as I felt the pressure in the pit of my stomach building.

  “You’re mine, Morgan Matthews. No one else’s. Now come on my hand for me. I know you want to. Come on my hand like the dirty, bad girl you are. Right here in the hallway, where anyone could see us. Cover my fingers with your juices and come for me. I want your panties to be soaking wet with your girl-cum as you watch me play on that stage.”

  He growled and kissed me again as his fingers rolled over my clit again and again and again.

  Then, I came. My back arched and my mouth opened as a soundless scream escaped my lips. Garrett kissed me as he fingered me, not stopping for a second as the orgasm crashed over me in wave after wave of incredible pleasure. He pressed his body against mine, letting me feel his hard cock against my stomach as his fingers delivered the most intense orgasm I’d had in a long, long time.

  Finally, as my body went limp against his, he slipped his fingers out of me and replaced my panties gently. He slipped his hand out from under my dress and groaned as he looked at his glistening fingers. I panted against him, not able to speak as I watched him lift his fingers to his lips and slide them over his tongue. He groaned again, closing his eyes as a thrill shot through my body.

  “You taste so fucking good, Morgan.” He licked my honey off his fingers and groaned again. I whimpered, and he opened his eyes. “You taste so fucking good and you’re mine. No one else gets to taste that sweet pussy of yours again.”

  My breath caught in my throat and I nodded. “I’m yours.”

  He smiled then, and something flashed across his face. He looked… happy. Garrett kissed me again, more softly this time. Finally, he pulled away from me and nodded down the hallway.

  “Let’s go check this gear, eh?” He said with a grin. “They’ll be waiting for us.”

  I smoothed my hair down and put my hands to my cheeks, hoping they weren’t as red as they felt. My chest was still heaving up and down and tiny post-orgasmic thrills coursed through my body every few seconds. Garrett looked at me and that look passed over his face again.

  “You look perfect,” he said gently. “Don’t worry.”

  My heart thumped then, in a different way than it had before. Something in the way he was staring at me was sending a new thrill through me. I gulped it down and ignored it, nodding down the hallway just as he had done.

  “They’ll be waiting.”

  He brushed his hand over the small of my back and we walked towards the studio as my heart raced. My sopping wet panties clung to me as a constant reminder of what we’d just done.

  Chapter 7 - Garrett

  My cock was straining against my pants as I did a cursory check on our gear. I did a quick sound check of the microphones and my guitar, all the while staring at Morgan across the studio.

  Fuck, she looked good. I watched her interact with the producers and hosts, knowing that her panties were soaking wet. It was enough to make me want to explode. She’d been in my arms, back arched in ecstasy only minutes before, and no one had any idea except me and her. I kept my eyes on that skin-tight blue business dress of hers and tried to stop my mouth from watering.

  The long, silver zipper in the back of the dress glinted under the studio lights, and all I wanted to do was march over there, unzip the dress and rip it off her gorgeous curves.

  “Mr. Wood?” A voice said. It was an intern, and he looked like he’d just asked me a question. He was shorter than me by about a foot, and had thick, black-rimmed glasses. His shirt was buttoned all the way up and he clutched his clipboard to his chest as if he were completely terrified of me. His name tag read ‘Craig’.

  “Uh, yeah. All good,” I said, hoping it would make sense to him. Thankfully, he nodded and gestured towards my dressing room. I glanced over my shoulder at Morgan, who caught my eye. Her cheeks reddened and I grinned.

  I felt wave of possessiveness wash over me as our eyes met. She wasn’t like other women—she was better. It felt like something inside me had shifted, and I didn’t know exactly what it meant for me, or for the band and our tour, or any of it. All I knew was I needed Morgan. I’d make her feel like the queen she was.

  And after our encounter in the hallway? She was mine.

  From today onwards, she was all mine. I’d make her come over and over and over until the only name on her lips was my own. I’d worship her body until she melted in my arms. She was mine, and when I watched her across the studio, it felt like a piece of me, buried deep inside my chest, had suddenly come undone.

  Ever since my ex-girlfriend had left me for another musician, I’d been spiraling out of control. I’d partied and fucked and drank and indulged in all the things that rock stars are supposed to indulge in. But it felt empty, and it did nothing to fix the hole in my heart. It was meaningless. Carter and Maddox had been right there with me, fighting their own demons as we destroyed our bodies.

  And now, all of a sudden, it was like the whirlwind around me had stopped and I could see clearly. My whole body was alive with something new, and every time I saw Morgan, the feeling got stronger.

  She wasn’t like any other woman I knew. She was strong, confident, and successful. She wouldn’t just roll over and give me anything I wanted. She’d never let me walk all over her, she was too strong for that.

  She was my equal, my match.

  All these thoughts swirled in my mind as I made my way back to the dressing room. I passed a door in the hallway and jumped when it opened behind me. Carter and our new photographer, Veronica, tumbled out of the room. Their hair was disheveled and the grins on their faces quickly turned to shock when they saw me.

  “What were you guys doing in there?” I asked innocently.

  “Photo shoot,” Veronica answered quickly. Too quickly.

  I quirked my eyebrow. “Where’s your camera?”

  Veronica’s eyes widened, and Carter grinned. “Must have left it in the room,” she said, blushing. “Silly me.”

  “I’ll help you find it,” Carter said, shooting me a glance. I grinned at him, and he shrugged. I turned back towards our dressing room, laughing to myself.

  It looked like I wasn’t the only one smitten with our new PR team. Maybe this was a good thing for our album launch and our tour. Maybe it was exactly what we all needed.

  Back in the dressing room, I munched on some snacks that had been laid out and waited for our turn on the show. I noticed Veronica’s camera laying on the table, and I smiled. Photo shoot? Didn’t look like it.

  Good for Carter. He deserved to find someone he liked, especially after the whole ordeal with his divorce.

  Carter and Veronica came back to the room, and Lacie did my hair and makeup for the show. The two women seemed to be blushing and giggling a lot more than the day before, but I could have been imagining it. Plus, around us, that wasn’t anything new.

  “You almost done, Lacie?” Veronica asked as Lacie tousled Maddox’s hair for what seemed like the hundredth time.

  “Yeah,” I called out. “Last time I
checked, I was the lead singer. Shouldn’t you be fussing over my hair? Can’t have the fucking drummer looking better than I do.”

  “Shut up, dickhead,” Maddox grinned.

  Lacie blushed and waved at us both. I saw Maddox’s hand slide over her hip as she walked away, but he wouldn’t meet my eye.

  Craig The Intern checked in on us, but I didn’t see Morgan again until we were fifteen minutes from going on. She opened the door and my breath caught in my chest.

  Yeah, she was sexy as hell. A thousand visions of her sprawled over my bed flashed through my mind as she said something to us about our performance.

  “…So it’s important that you behave yourselves out there, or else your spot at the awards show ceremony will be cancelled. This is the test.”

  She looked at me as she spoke, lifting an eyebrow up. I threw up my hands.

  “You’re the boss,” I said, holding her gaze and grinning.

  A blush stained her cheeks and she turned back to the rest of the band, and I turned back to my fantasies. I thought of tangling my fingers into that pretty brown hair of hers and lowering her mouth down onto my cock. I thought of the noises she’d make, and the way her perfectly full, pink lips would look when they were wrapped around my shaft.

  Then, she disappeared back through the door and I closed my eyes and got ready to go on stage. These fantasies would have to wait, but soon Morgan would be wrapped around my body and every inch of her would be mine.

  Chapter 8 - Morgan

  God, even being in the same room as him was making my temperature rise. The thought of what we’d done in the hallway, in full view of anyone who walked by, still made my cheeks burn. I’d never thought I’d be the type of person to do that, but Garret ignited something inside me that I didn’t know existed.

  I was trying to be professional. I avoided the dressing room as much as possible, only going in there to give them their pre-show talk. Even then, his eyes seemed to drill through me and all I wanted was for him to rip my clothes off and take me.