Rockstar Untamed: A Single Dad Virgin Romance
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“I stayed when things fell through. I knew that you would let me have that apartment, but I figured I’d find something of my own after the new year.” I smiled. “My roomie, Melody, might go in on something with me. She hates it there as well.” His face seemed to fall, and I stared at him. “What? She’s nice. I promise.”
“I just want some alone time with you. That’s all.” He pouted, and I stepped closer to him, taking a deep breath. Words couldn’t describe how much I had missed Damon, but I hoped my eyes did as I gazed into his face. I cupped his face and smiled as I pushed up on my toes.
“You’ll have a lot, no matter what.” I brushed my lips against his slowly as he inhaled, sliding his hands over my waist. “You consume me.” I kissed him in between sentences. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” Another kiss. “I don’t want to be without you.” I gave him a last gentle kiss. “I don’t want to worry about stupid shit.” The next kiss was hungry, and he pulled me closer as he deepened the kiss eagerly.
“Is it bad to have sex before we go away?” He asked, as I giggled and wrapped my legs around him.
“No, it’s perfect. I can’t wait,” I told him, as he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. I didn’t ask why we weren’t in the other room. He stripped me roughly and kissed me hard. He kissed every inch of my body slowly, edging me closer to a release before he’d pull away. I begged him to take me in a hoarse voice, as frustration filled me, finally weeping when he settled between my legs and sucked on my pussy.
“This pussy is mine. Do you hear that?” He asked me, before drawing my clit between his lips.
“Yes, it’s yours.” I agreed, gripping the sheets as he ravaged me. I came hard when he had spent enough time on my clit, crying out his name as I rocked against him.
“I haven’t thought about another woman since we met. I’ve been obsessed with you.” He told me, as he rose and settled between my thighs. “I want you, Elisa.”
“I want you,” I replied, as he lifted his hips and positioned himself before driving himself inside of me. I moaned as he filled me, sliding against my walls. I pulled him closer as he kissed my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth, as he moved just a little harder and faster.
We came together, and I arched my back, feeling him bite down on my nipple. “Oh, oh, oh.” I gave in to my feelings for him, holding them in until sometime this weekend when it felt right to say.
I stayed the night, waking up early so that Mark could take me home to change. I threw on a dress after a quick shower, making myself look decent. I didn’t have time to pack, because Damon had distracted me all night in bed, but I’d figure it out tonight. It was only two nights.
I drifted through the day with a smile, a little dazed as I tried to focus on my work. I was picking it up fine, but I had a lot on my mind and stole several looks across the street. Damon had been perfect last night, making me feel like the only woman in the world from the moment that I saw him. We met for lunch, enjoying a sandwich together as we discussed the trip and held hands. I kissed him on the street, not caring who saw. I had my life falling right into place before my eyes.
I hurried home to pack, taking just a few minutes before I called Damon to tell him that I was ready. He promised me that he’d see me in a few minutes, and I zipped up my bag and glanced around the tiny room.
“Have fun.” Melody smiled at me from her bed. She’d started seeing someone from school, and it seemed to be getting serious. They were going to a concert the following day and getting a hotel.
“You too. Check out Jared for me!” I winked as I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the apartment to meet Damon. The drive was great, and we laughed the entire way, stopping for a quick dinner at one of the diners near the inn, before we checked in for the night.
The room was better than last time. It was bigger, with a spa in the bathroom instead of the ,and a generous balcony overlooking the ocean. However, it was also colder. “We’ll come back when we can actually wear shorts one time,” Damon promised me, as I smiled at the view.
“It’s fine. This is lovely,” I assured him, as I looked into his eyes. We went back into the room and got into the spa for a bit before finding a movie in bed. I snuggled against him and looked around with a happy sigh. “Thank you. I needed this, and I needed you with it.”
Damon
I watched her sleep after we made love, with a beautiful, peaceful look on her face. She was wild tonight, initiating everything as she rolled me over to my back. I was going to pop the surprise on her after that, but we were both tired. We had two days here, with nowhere to be but a couple of restaurants. It was going to be perfect.
I woke up to see the sky dimly lit through the balcony doors, and shook Elisa gently awake, so we could watch the sunrise. She photographed every step of it with her camera, trying different angles as I watched her. “We’ll be sure to watch it go down from a beach as well.” I told her, as she nodded.
When the sun was up, and we were cold, Elisa dragged me back to bed and kissed me as she pressed her body against me, knowing that her hard nipples would be hard for me to resist.
We made love carelessly before dozing off again in the beautiful room, waking up hungry, and in need of coffee. We both showered quickly and headed down to the in-house bistro, ordering their special with coffee as we stared over the expansive ocean. It was warm enough to walk around, and we took advantage of that, finding new beaches and more shops. I could tell the Elisa was in love with the town, making me fall more in love with her.
We went to a nice place for dinner and watched the sunset before going back to our room. She wanted to use the spa again, resting her body against me as she sighed. “Thank you. Today was perfect.”
“I wanted to ask you something, Elisa.” I said, as she tensed before me. “I did a lot of thinking in this crazy time since we’ve been seeing each other. I’ve changed, and it was confusing, but a learning experience.”
“Agreed,” she giggled, as her hands slid up my legs.
“I knew something in the beginning, but I had to mull it over. I think I needed space to say this, but … I love you.” I felt her freeze as her nails dug into my skin.
“Love?”
“Yes. I love you completely, and I want to make things right with us. There’s something else.”
“Oh, God.” Her voice was almost a whisper, and I kissed her hair.
“Not that fast,” I promised her as I took a deep breath. “I am going to be buying an apartment complex as an investment very soon to spread some money around. It’s nice, close to work, and safer than that POS you live in now.” Elisa opened her mouth to speak, and I covered her mouth gently. “I can offer you something in there, as well as your mom, but I’d like you to move in with me.”
I heard her start to cry. “I love you, too. I hated being without you.” She wiped at her eyes, and I pulled her close. “I want to live with you, because we’ve spent too much time apart.”
“Give notice when we get back, and get your ass in my place, then.” I teased her, as I kissed her neck. “Let’s do this, Elisa.”
We stayed in the hot water as long as we could stand it, before drying off and going to bed. I left only one light on by the bed as I kissed her, happier than I’ve ever been. “There’s one more thing. I want you and your mother to have Thanksgiving with my family. Will you?”
“I’m meeting your parents?” Elisa squealed, as I kissed her again.
We made love, her on her stomach, her ass in the air as I took her hard. I’d given her one orgasm with my mouth already, and she was tight and wet for me. We woke up to do that several times before watching the sunrise again, wrapped in robes. Elisa suggested an early morning walk on the beach to look for shells, and I agreed.
She found a lot of shells and rocks, dropping them into a bag that she’d brought along. Everything was quiet, and it felt like we were the only people on Earth. “This is great, isn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s such a change
from the city, which I love too…but I’ll miss this.”
“Maybe we’ll get a house here, down the line. Come up every weekend and just chill. It can be big enough for family.” She pressed against me for long kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you.” We held hands as we wandered back to the car, looking over the scenery as we glanced down for more shells.
We headed home that afternoon, and Elisa moved in with her few things by the middle of the week. She paid the roommates a month ahead of rent, so they wouldn’t get in a bind, and I took her to dinner the first night that she was officially living with me.
Someone heard about us at work, but I assured them that we had held off on dating until she left the company. Once a couple of weeks passed, it seemed to die down and many people liked me being settled down. They said I was less grumpy and a nicer boss, particularly Brent and the other managers.
EPILOGUE
Damon
I waited until the following spring to propose to Elisa, and we got married at the inn in the very beginning of the fall. It was small and intimate, with just family and close friends—perfect in my eyes. Elisa looked beautiful, with her hair in a low bun on her neck and flowers by her ears. Her dress was flowing and cream colored, but not too fancy, since the wedding was on the beach.
The reception was in the large room at the inn, where dinner was served, and we offered an open bar. I had a friend come up to play music for the guests, and perform the traditional dances. It was a beautiful night, and we headed to our room after it was over, where I had some surprises for Elisa. She had become an animal since living with me, learning all about her favorite room in the house. I wanted our wedding night to be special, because we were going to try for a baby very soon.
That was when I would calm down, but, first, the wedding night would be epic,.
Elisa
It took ten hours to deliver our daughter, a year after we were married. I sobbed as I felt her coming into the world, since my epidural had worn off by then. I didn’t care, because we were meeting our baby after nine long and somewhat uncomfortable months. She was beautiful, with a sprinkling of dark hair, and the sweetest heart-shaped mouth. I hoped that she’d have Damon’s eyes. I cried, and he kissed my damp hair.
I knew going home from the hospital that my life was complete. I had the job, the husband, and now the baby. My mom lived close by and watched the baby while I pursued my career, often coming to the beach house, as well, in the Cod. Damon’s family joined us too, as well as Melody and her husband.
That was an anniversary present.
Damon never seemed to miss his former ways, or even think twice about them. He doted on me and Avery, as well as Declan, when he came along when his big sister was two.
I told him that I loved him every night before we went to sleep, and we spent a lot of time just being us. We still used our room, locking it when we were both away. I wasn’t ready to explain that to the kids yet, if ever.
I would never regret giving Damon a second chance.
The End
Quartet
An Alpha Billionaire Romance
The note hung in the air, pure and clear. As it faded out, the singer drew in a deep breath, then brought her hand down. The crowd leaped as one, moving with the swell of the beat, arms in the air, the sweltering heat of the auditorium pulsating through their limbs.
He moved through the crowd, never taking his eyes from the beautiful brunette at the front of the stage. Despite her small size, her command over the audience and her presence were palpable. Their eyes met and held. A shock passed through him, his breath caught, and his groin tightened. Time stopped.
As quickly as it happened, she looked away and he realized that in this melee, in this beautiful old building—Seattle’s Paramount on the corner of Ninth and Pine, she could have been looking at anyone. He watched the band, the brunette, the blond guitarist who looked faintly familiar, and the huge, bearded drummer who was grinning madly as he pounded the drums. They were all so different he thought, his gaze returning to the singer. Her dark hair tumbled down her back, strands sticking to the sheen of sweat on her lovely face, her smile joyous and infectious. There was a woman, he thought, who was doing the thing she loved the most, her reason for being, her passion.
That was the moment Tomas Meir fell in love with Bay Tambe.
Quartet #1
Fire for You
It had been his idea, his dream, and his vision. Nearing forty and bored as hell at his own successful law firm, Tomas Meir had woken night after night with the crushing feeling of disappointment in his own life and the sense that somehow it was all slipping away with nothing to show for it. It was a typical mid-life crisis, he’d tried to reason. After all, he was Harvard-educated and only in his twenties when he’d started the entertainment law firm that had made him a billionaire before thirty. He knew where it had stemmed from, this feeling of dissatisfaction.
It had been his thirty-fourth birthday and he’d gone to Boston. He’d gotten together with his three best friends—his buddies from Harvard: Sam Hamilton, marketing guru to the fashion industry, and Otis and Roman Ford, twin geniuses from old money, superstar surgeon and businessman, respectively.
It had been a riot, a night of busting each other’s chops, catching up, and reminiscing.
It had only been later when they’d settled into Tom’s hotel lounge with heavy glasses of sour mash in their hands that Sam had told them.
Cancer. Six months. Their hearts were broken.
In the end, it was only four months, the cancer spreading through Sam’s previously athletic body like wildfire. At the funeral, Sam’s only living relative, his younger brother Dash, had pleaded with them to stay in touch. They were his only link to his family.
They’d done more than that. Tomas had had the idea to start the record company, a seed that had been planted in their Harvard days when they would commandeer one of the music rooms and jam for hours when they should have been studying. They were obsessed with music—ate, slept, and drank it every minute in which they weren’t being primed for a life of law and medicine by their ambitious fathers.
After Sam’s funeral, Tom stayed in Boston to talk to Dash. He told him that he and the Ford Brothers were starting a new venture together—a record company—and they wanted Dash to join them. He’d barely gotten the words out before Dash had said yes.
Now the fledgling company was competing with the big boys. Tom’s unerring eye for talent had secured him some of the best new acts around and for the last two years, he’d been so busy with them that he’d pushed his scouting to the backburner. It itched at him, though, the thrill of discovery. When his assistant, Meg, had mentioned a weekend in Seattle and seeing, as she had put it, “the most rocking covers band I’ve ever seen,” he hadn’t been able to resist.
Now as he filed out with rest of the audience into the cold Seattle night, his heart was pounding, his senses in overdrive. He knew without a doubt that they were the ones—the band he would personally champion to superstardom. He had found them.
He had found her …
Bay stood under the shower in the dressing room, letting the hot water soothe and cleanse her tired body. She massaged shampoo into her long, dark hair, feeling the water glide through the wet strands. Friday nights at the Ninth & Pine club were never boring. The band’s reputation in Seattle now was such that people booked well in advance to see them. Bay shook her head, smiling. She couldn’t get over it—they were just a local covers band, for Christ sakes, but their gigs, every second Friday after midnight, were always packed.
Bay stepped out of the shower and quickly dried and dressed. A loud rapping sounded and her best friend, Kym, the band’s guitarist, stuck her head around the door.
“Stu says the guy’s waiting for us in the bar.”
“I’ll be two minutes.”
“Cool.” Kym’s head disappeared. Bay sighed. She hated anything to do with Stu Lawson, Kym’s long-term English boyf
riend. Oily, smarmy creep. Bay grinned to herself. Whoever this latest guy was that Stu wanted them to meet—to further the band’s success, he’d put it—was bound to be another low-rent shyster looking to exploit them. Bay dried her hair quickly, pulling it into a messy bun at the nape of her neck, then smoothed her tea dress down over her curves. She glanced at the clock. It was after two a.m. now and she would meet this guy, then head home. The store would have to be opened at eight. She calculated she would have about four hours of sleep, maximum, and the thought made her faintly nauseous.
She pulled the dressing room door shut behind her and made her way slowly to the bar. Pete, the big bear-heart of their band, met her halfway, throwing a huge arm across her shoulders. He had about the same regard for Stu as she did and they exchanged a loaded grin now as they walked into the bar. Stu was standing at the bar, his back turned as he chatted to the record company guy. Bay felt a little flip in her stomach as she realized who it was. The guy from the crowd. She’d seen him before, at their last two gigs. She could hardly miss him, he was so tall he towered over the rest of the crowd. Tonight, as she’d sung the final notes of the song, their eyes had met and she’d felt it …everywhere. A sledgehammer to her chest and a frantic pulse between her legs. She took a deep breath in now as they approached the men who turned to greet them. Stu made the introductions, but she barely heard him except for the guy’s name—Tomas. Tom smiled down at her, his green eyes intense and focused entirely on hers. He didn’t rake his eyes up and down her body in that sleazy way Stu always did, but kept his eyes locked on hers. It was incredibly sensual and Bay could imagine him leaning in, pressing those cool lips to hers, and …
“Hey, space cadet,” Kym nudged her and Bay blinked. “Let’s grab a table.”
As they made their way to one of the booths, she heard Stu remark, “Sorry about that …it’s her artistic temperament.”