Rockstar Daddy (Wilder Rock #1)

by Taryn Quinn

  Where I belonged.

  She rocked her hips, taking me deeper as one hand skimmed her belly and breasts. The other clutched her own hair as she rode me, her instinctual moves the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed. Her sexy body soaked in moonlight, her witchy dark hair tumbling over her shoulders and back.

  I had to stop her. Stop this. With every flex of her pussy, my balls grew tighter, the need spiraling higher. This couldn’t last forever. If she kept on fucking me, her eyes closed, her hands exploring her own curves as if they were all new to her, I’d spill myself inside her and not give a goddamn.

  “Maggie.” Her name tore from my lips like a curse. “We can’t.”

  But she didn’t open her eyes. Maybe she didn’t even hear me.

  She slid her hand down to delve between her thighs, her tentative explorations making her cry out. Making me more rigid than a damn steel beam. I couldn’t stop myself from seizing her hips and driving into her. Her eyes flew open as she frantically rubbed her clit and grasped me so tightly inside I never wanted to leave. Every time I pulled out, fighting the grip of her swollen, soaked pussy, I swore and plunged in again. I couldn’t get enough.

  “Get me wet,” I demanded, and she nodded, her fingers a blur between her legs. Her walls rippled around me and I threw back my head, powerless to stop the shout of completion that roared through me along with my release.

  I came and came, filling her up until she was dripping with me. And then I flipped her over on her back and lifted her leg in the air, bending it toward her chest as I moved down to taste what we’d made.

  Goddamn, she tasted sweet. Sweeter when her tight little pussy was saturated from what we’d done.

  After a couple minutes, she whimpered and pushed my head away. I moved back up her body and gripped her chin, sealing my mouth over hers. She moaned at the flavor of our kisses, leaning up to chase my mouth and wind her fingers through my hair.

  Sweaty, spent, we rolled across the bed, her hair tangling around us. I cupped her face and kissed her again, slower this time, my lips rubbing against hers. “Full of you,” she whispered, her eyes bright in the night.

  My gut twisted.

  She wasn’t just kind and smart and curious and beautiful. She was naughty as hell and eager to learn everything I wanted to teach.

  Fuck if she wasn’t my perfect woman, wrapped up in a smart-assed bow.

  I skimmed my hand down her damp back. “I should feed you.”

  The corner of her mouth lifted and she ran her hand down my torso to grip my length, making me laugh. “Hungry,” she said breathlessly, licking her lips, and I jerked in her hand.

  “Dirty girl,” I said, outlining her mouth with the tip of my finger.

  She nodded. “Dirty for you.”

  “Which we’ll get back to later.” Lightly, I popped her on the ass. Her giggle was like frigging music. “Now you’re going to let me feed you.”

  “Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” The hope in her voice made me grin.

  Especially because I’d made a grocery run for exactly that, along with a few other necessary items.

  “You want that at,” I craned my neck to see the glowing lights of the clock on my nightstand, “three-eleven am?”

  “Yeah.” Her belly rumbled and she glanced down at it, laughing at herself while her hair fell forward to frame her gorgeous face. She glanced up at me and my chest tightened, so painfully that I couldn’t breathe.

  This couldn’t be happening. Not here, not now. Not when she didn’t even know who I really was.

  She scrambled off me and shoved her hands through her tousled hair. “What I want most right now is a shower.” She rubbed her throat and gave me a sheepish smile. “It was a long trip and—”

  “And I got you dirty for real.” I sat up and moved to the side of the bed, then drew her between my legs, cupping her ass in both hands. “En suite’s that door over there.”

  “En suite too. Fancy schmancy.”

  Though she was only teasing, her words reminded me of the dangerous game I was playing. One we both couldn’t win. As soon as she found out I’d lied to her, she’d be on a plane to New York. Exactly where she belonged. She didn’t like this side of me, and this was who I was when I was in California. This had been my dream, and I had to deal with everything that came with it.

  Including shielding her from a life I knew she’d have no interest in being involved with.

  Hell, my lie was probably the best thing for her. Since I hadn’t made a clean break the way I should have, the truth would do it for me.

  She climbed off the bed, and even without seeing it, I could tell she was standing with one foot over the other. Her nervous stance, the way I’d caught her standing at the cabin more than once. “You’re not going to shower too?”

  That was a road to perdition. At least I could feed her and act like I wasn’t a complete lech without any redeeming qualities. One who had summoned her across the country for sex without any intention of anything more.

  Well, I was that guy. But I could pretend while she was here that it wasn’t a complete joke that a decent woman like Maggie Kelly might find me worthy of anything but dark, delicious fucking.

  “Nah, I’ll shower later. I’m hungry too.”

  “Okay.” She started to search for her clothes and I stilled her with a hand on her arm. I rose to go to my closet, grabbing the robe I’d bought off a hook.

  “Here.” I held it out to her, stifling my urge to help her put it on. I had to kill those tendencies, because all they would do was confuse her and muddy the waters.

  She said she understood I’d invited her here for sex. If she could keep those boundary lines in her head, she was a better person than I was because I could not.

  More and more with every passing moment.

  Even in the pale moonlight, I glimpsed her wrinkled nose. “Another woman’s?”

  “No.” I started to tell her that no other woman had been in this room and stopped. Not necessary information. “It’s just for guests.”

  She arched a brow. “You, the guy who didn’t even have a spare towel at the cabin, stocks robes for guests.”

  I shrugged.

  “I never thought I’d say this, but I miss cabin Kellan.” She pulled on the robe and let out a purr as the silky material settled against her skin. “Oh God. This feels glorious.” She tugged on the belt, tightening it around her waist, and frowned. “This seems like it was made for me. My size exactly.”

  Yes, because I’d described her as best as I could to the woman at the store. I’d gone over her measurements painstakingly, trying my hardest to come as close as possible without knowing her proportions. There might have been hand gestures involved.

  I shrugged again.

  “It’s so soft.” She rubbed her cheek against the fabric, her eyes narrowing. I couldn’t see that in the dim light, but already I knew her reactions. The way she’d study me when she thought I wasn’t aware, her busy brain spinning as she tried to fit puzzle pieces into one cohesive whole. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

  “Yeah.” I cleared my throat and snatched my jeans off the floor. “I’ll go make us some food,” I said before I escaped.

  I waited at the top of the stairs until I heard the water come on in the bathroom. I could just imagine her looking at the mirrored tiles in wonder, her eyes getting wider as she took everything in. She was so unspoiled, untouched by all the excesses I saw daily.

  Who could blame me for wanting some of that purity for myself? I missed life being that simple. Black and white, right or wrong.

  Back in the day, I’d been that way too. So long ago. I’d criticized my father for his fickle ways. I hadn’t understood why my mother and me and Bethy hadn’t been enough. Bethy, who’d just been an accident one night when my father breezed through town. My parents had argued like they always had and then spent the night together, and I’d ended up with the brightest, toughest little sister I’d never kno
wn to wish for. For all the years afterward when my mother found her solace in one man after another, Bethy and I been each other’s. And all along, I’d cursed my father, never guessing that I was doomed to repeat the same pattern.

  Branch from the tree and all that. Maybe I’d been a fool to ever believe I could break the streak. In time, I’d stopped trying.

  Not everyone was built to be faithful. Or else it was like Maggie had said. Some guys weren’t meant for family life or they believed they weren’t, which amounted to the same thing.

  At least I never lied. That was the morality I clung to. It was okay that I didn’t know how to build a relationship, because I never led anyone on. I was always honest, a lot more than my father could say. But honesty could be a crutch too.

  And I needed to get the food started before Red found me brooding and asked me what was wrong.

  Only everything.

  I jogged downstairs and checked the security system again out of habit. All was secure, each of the different sectors glowing green. On second thought, I grabbed her suitcase and ran back upstairs to leave it for her in the bedroom. As I stepped back inside, I heard her singing in the shower. I smiled, unsurprised at the tightness in my chest this time.

  I’d missed her singing. All it had taken was one night for her to burrow into me in so many ways.

  I was still finding new marks, little slashes I’d never expected. She’d touched me deeper than anyone. Even her preference for boy bands amused me more than pissed me off.

  Feeling like an idiot, I stood near the closed bathroom door while she sang the latest hit by the Luscious Lovahboys. I only recognized it because of that stupid New Year’s Eve show that had started so much.

  When she shifted into another song of the pop variety, I went back downstairs to the kitchen and took out the fixings for the sandwich and soup. Her husky voice echoed in my head as I buttered bread and heated up the skillet, then dumped soup in another pan. The image of her curvy body twisting under the spray hijacked my thoughts until I was straining against the denim.

  Again. Still. I was a perpetual walking hard-on around that woman.

  She came down into the kitchen, humming under her breath, her long wet hair in thick ropes. Water gleamed on what showed of her legs before they disappeared under the white robe. “Your bathroom is…whoa.” She blew out a breath and stopped just over the threshold. “Just like this kitchen. Oh my God. Are you filthy rich and forgot to tell me?”

  I stirred the soup and adjusted the burner. With one whiff of my scent on her, my spine locked. “You used my shampoo again.”

  Fuck, I loved it when she smelled like me.

  In every damn way.

  “Was I not supposed to? I brought some in my bag, but I didn’t realize you’d brought it upstairs. Next time I’ll use my own.”

  “No.” The growl left my chest and I saw her smile before she ducked her head. “Use mine.”

  “If you insist. You might not like mine anyway. It’s strawberry banana like my body wash.” She moved toward the stove and stopped, frowning. “Ugh. Why does that smell like that?”

  I checked the grilled cheese sandwiches on the skillet to make sure they weren’t burning. Nope, all looked good. “You bitchin’ about my cooking, Red?”

  “No. It was surprisingly good last time. It just smells off.” She moved up against my side and took over stirring the soup, though I could tell she was taking shallow breaths so as not to inhale too much.

  I was doing enough inhaling for the both of us. Hell, in a second I’d be burying my face in her hair.

  “My best friend thought I was crazy to come out here.”

  “You are.”

  She shot me a look under her lashes. I was sure she hadn’t touched up her makeup since she hadn’t even realized right away that I’d brought up her bag, but her lashes were so thick, framing all that blue. “And yet.”

  “And yet. Damn Turnbull girls, so wild.” I couldn’t keep the amusement from my tone. “Must be fun for your dad, trying to harness all three of you.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, right. We’re past the age of harnessing. At least Maeve and Regan are. He’s given up on them to focus all his parental excesses on me. My mom tries to reign him in but it’s basically a lost cause.” She sighed and stirred. “You’d think after six, you’d loosen the strings a little.”

  “I’d think after three, I’d be getting snipped.”

  “Three, huh? Is that the magic number?”

  “No.” I didn’t know why I’d even said that. I should’ve said before any, I’d get snipped. Why take any chances?

  But I was the guy who’d just fucked a girl I barely knew raw. And she’d let me. Hell, she’d even encouraged me. That seemed about as much like the Maggie I’d met three weeks ago as buying her a robe fit me.

  Screwing each other and screwed up.

  “So you didn’t, ah, ask.”

  “How can you afford this house? I did, slyly, through compliments. But you didn’t take the bait.” She turned off the burner under the soup.

  “Not that. I mean, before. Upstairs. I’m clean.”

  It was her turn not to look at me, and I found it vaguely disconcerting to be the one trying to get her to meet my gaze. “I’d hope so.”

  That was it?

  “You’re not going to volunteer the same?”

  “I’m figuring you assumed that already or you wouldn’t have risked it.” She flashed a sunny smile. “Damn near to a virgin in your mind, aren’t I? Besides, if I could risk it with you, not like you’re in a place to judge.”

  “I’ll have you know I’ve never done that before. Not even once.”

  “Mmm-hmm. Let me guess. You also like long walks on the beach, making love in the rain, and drinking pina coladas too?”

  “Huh?”

  “Before you ask your next question, I’m on the Pill. I went off after the ex then back on after the cabin. So we’re good.”

  I grunted. That was excellent news. I should’ve known better.

  Maggie would never risk a baby with the likes of me. Her father would probably disown her.

  Not that I could blame the guy.

  “Really, I don’t need your lines,” she continued. “They’re tiresome. Not to mention Derek got there before—”

  I let go of the skillet and closed my fingers around her wrist, jerking her against me as her pupils flared wide. “Don’t ever compare me to him. I know he was important to you and you were together for a long time, but I’m not that asshole. I’m not feeding you lines.”

  “Oh no?” She yanked her wrist back and gave my chest a hard shove. “Don’t think you can use your strength against me. If you don’t like what I’m saying, that doesn’t give you the right to try to shut me up.”

  I swallowed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  “And you know what else? I know exactly what I’m doing. I might not make the same choices everyone else does, but that doesn’t mean that I’m stupid and uninformed. I know coming here is a risk. I get that. I know what happened upstairs was another one. But I had my eyes wide open. If trusting you is a mistake, at least I made it myself. I’ll deal with the consequences that way too.”

  “You trust me?” I swallowed again over the grit in my throat. “How?”

  “I don’t know. Okay? I don’t get any of this. But that doesn’t mean I’m not adult enough to handle whatever comes my way. I might be headed for a cliff but at least I see it coming. At least I have my hands on the wheel. I didn’t do the right thing, the safe thing, and still somehow put my belief in a man who ended up treating me like trash.”

  “Because I treated you that way from the start,” I said hollowly.

  “You did not. You pulled me out of my car and you took me into your home when you didn’t want me there. You fed me your dinner and listened to my music and dealt with me in your space even though you were itchy to be alone. And you made me feel—” She looked away and I cupped her cheek, desperate to brin
g her eyes back to mine. “You just made me feel,” she whispered. “I wanted to see if it could be like that one more time. Not thinking it really could.”

  A tremor went through my hand and I curled my fingers against her soft skin. “And?” I asked, voice hoarse.

  “You very well know, because you feel it too. You asked me to come here because you feel it. And it scares you every bit as much as it frightens me.” She rose on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead against my chin. “You’re not like him, Kellan. You couldn’t be. Just like I can’t be the me I was with him either. This is all different.”

  I gripped a handful of her robe. “I bought this for you.” She lifted her chin and nailed me with her all too perceptive gaze. “Just for you.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she said again, but her lips curved this time.

  The pan sizzled beside me and she made a face. “Ugh. Burning.”

  I grabbed the pan and flipped the sandwiches, hiding the burned side from view. “Just a little charred. Adds flavor.”

  “We’ll see about that. Want me to set the table?”

  “Sure.” I pointed out cabinets and drawers and grinned at her expression upon discovering my plates and bowls were yet again the disposable variety. “Hey, when I find something that works, I go with it.”

  She opened a drawer and slung plastic knives on the table to go with the paper plates. “So I see.”

  “I always enjoyed picnics.”

  “Me too, in Bailey Park. But my mom always brought her china and best silverware. No reason not to use the nice stuff even if we were eating on a blanket.”

  Her smile settled inside me as I used the spatula to dish out the sandwiches. “So you lied to your parents about coming here.”

  Like a cloud moving over the sun, her smile dimmed. “I shouldn’t have, but I’m still at the fledgling stages of being a badass.”

  I laughed so hard that I nearly bobbled the pan of soup I’d just picked up. I turned around to find her grinning at me, her dark hair curving over her cheek.

  It took everything I possessed to pour the soup into the plastic bowls she’d set out and sit down beside her to eat. All I wanted to do was to tug her into my lap and kiss her until that worry that had flitted through her expression was vanquished forever.