His to Love: A Bad Boys and Bands Romance

by Adele Hart

  “Don’t worry about dinner.” He set his hand on her shoulder. “How are you?”

  “I feel like I just got out of prison. I think I’ve made a horrible mistake.”

  “Okay,” he said softly. He drew her close to him and hugged her.

  “Sorry,” she said, pulling back. “I’m not usually such a complainer.”

  “You have to be exhausted.” His voice was calm and steady.

  “I am, but I’m still interested in what you wanted to talk to me about. Your texts were intriguing.”

  He debated his options. He could tell her he wanted to record her songs, or he could let her go to sleep. Only one option kept her there with him but could he be that selfish when she looked so wiped out?

  The answer was yes because when it came to Rainy, he wanted to be selfish.

  “I don’t want to keep you but… I think we want to buy some of your tunes. I don’t know how much you make at your current gigs, but I think we can give you an option. That’s what I was going to share with you at dinner. Why don’t you go and get some sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

  She looked up at him with interest in her eyes. “You still have that dinner?” she asked.

  “Yes of course.” He checked his watch. “It’s eleven-forty at night. Are you sure you don’t need to go to bed?”

  “Bed sounds great, but so does food.”

  He extended his hand to her and she took it as they walked into his house. Jimmy Page was waiting inside the door.

  “Jimmy,” Kris said with a deep voice as he pointed to the corner. “Crate.”

  The big dog walked right over to his over-sized crate and lay down.

  “I don’t want him to try to beg you for some of the amazing dinner I made you.”

  He guided her to his dining table, which he’d set up for whenever she arrived.

  “This is really lovely.” She sat down and touched the silverware. Surprisingly, he had two of everything that matched. “Did you buy these today?”

  He laughed. “No, turns out I had a few more place settings than I knew.”

  “You know, Grand Canyon had a crew set up everything next door. It was kind of cool for a second that I didn’t have to do anything, but who knows if I’ll be able to find anything. They want me to hire a housekeeper, but that seems weird to me. You don’t have any staff, do you?”

  “No, I like taking care of things myself. I feel like it helps me stay balanced.”

  He walked into the kitchen and came back moments later with a plate of food steaming from the microwave. He took his place beside her.

  “So,” he said, pouring her a glass of water. “We looked at your music, I hope you don’t mind. We saw that all your stuff is copyrighted. Is that legit? Sometimes people just say that.”

  “It’s legit. As the resident lawyer of the band, I handled all the legalities. It’s simple enough, but yes, our music is copyrighted.”

  “What do you think about us using some of your tunes?

  “It’s a great idea, but I don’t own all the songs myself. Some I co-wrote with my band. Mostly Dale Heartnik, our bassist.”

  He watched as she dug into her plate of elk steak, potatoes and caramelized onions. “We can work out fair compensation if they’re interested. I’d like it to be enough to get you out of corporate hell.”

  She stared at him for a second, then said, “Can you pinch me please so I know I’m not just passed out at my desk.”

  Leaning in, he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re not dreaming. This is very real. Now eat up. You must be starving.”

  She took a bite of her meat and hummed.

  “You like?”

  “Oh my God, it’s so good. Almost as good as sex.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I mean—”

  “You need to have better sex.”

  “I need a lot of things. Maybe even a new set of parents.”

  “You can change your situation.”

  “I know. I have to be honest with them.” She cut another bite. “I never have been.”

  “Me living here in the suburbs where I grew up—that’s being honest. Makes me so damn happy.” He reached over and forked her bite and fed it to her.

  Her face brightened.

  She chewed and swallowed. “I can’t believe I met you, the epitome of ‘being true to yourself,’ at the very moment I’m betraying myself big time. It’s like a—”

  “A sign?” he asked her plainly. “A big message? Do you know how sad it would be to shelve your talent?”

  She flashed one of her amazing smiles, like he had lifted a big stone off her and she could move and breathe again. On impulse, she leaned over and kissed him. It was a quick kiss. She pulled back and studied him with surprise. They moved toward one another again with sensual, deliberate slowness.

  Kris wanted to devour her. He paced himself. He pressed his lips to hers, sweeping his tongue inside of her mouth, tasting her. She was every bit as sweet as he imagined her to be. His fingers raked her silken strands as he made love to her mouth.

  Her delicate arms wrapped around him and swam over his immense back. He was a big guy and she was petite. He lifted her off her chair and onto his lap. She was all over him. She adjusted herself so she straddled him.

  Dinner was all but forgotten. This was a moment that was rapidly progressing from a casual kiss to a very hot, passionate encounter. Their connection had lifted the lid off need and desire.

  They had a positively flammable chemistry. Their interaction took on a grace and fluidity that he’d never known. Everything felt natural.

  He cupped her jaw as kissed her and then his hand dropped and roamed. His hands felt so large and clumsy against her small frame. She had lovely, firm curves. Her waist flared into her hips, her body filling his hands nicely.

  His palms cupped the fullness of her bottom and pressed her forward. Her lush thighs ensconced him, and as he pulled her closer, the apex of her legs nudged against him.

  He slipped his fingertips into the back waistband of her pants and stroked the crevice between her cheeks slightly, just teasing the sensitive beginning of the line there.

  She squirmed on his lap and arched into the hardness of his chest. He felt like a mountain wall as she pressed against him. Her breasts were firm and full and she was so close, he couldn’t see her face, but his body felt the heat of hers. He reached underneath the soft flowing fabric of her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

  Her breasts slipped out of their cups and straight into his waiting palms, the warm heaviness brushing his fingers. He stroked them until her nipples pebbled and then he pinched them lightly. He grazed their tips with the calloused pad of his thumb, back and forth. As they kissed, her hair mussed between their faces and he had to reach up and clear it from his face.

  He broke the kiss and laughed softly. They studied each other. She was looking to him to take things further. He nibbled her lips, and then the spot underneath her jaw just below her ear. He circled the inside of her ear lightly.

  She sucked in her breath and lifted slightly off his lap.

  He rose up with her on him. He supported her easily with both of his hands interlocked beneath her bottom. They both seemed to want the same thing. Needed things to continue in his bedroom, but he wanted the verbal confirmation.

  “I’m getting carried away,” he whispered. “Dinner—”

  “Can wait,” she said with a throaty growl.

  With that, he walked with sure strides to his room and laid her down squarely on the mattress. He crawled over her, pressing his body to hers before rolling to the side. He was so large, and he was self-conscious of overwhelming her. Side by side, he drew his hand down her spine to the back of her thigh, encouraging her knee up and over his hip.

  He nestled in close to her and cupped her ass, fitting her snug against him.

  She lifted her shirt, baring her breasts.

  He arched and lifted her breast to his lips, suckling her. Her soft moan fill
ed the air as pleasure seized her. He pulled away and drew the shirt from his body so that they could be skin to skin. He leaned back onto the mattress, pulling her on top of him, pressing her glorious body to his.

  He worked the waist of her pants, skimming them down to a point, and then the two of them worked at them until she was naked.

  He was next. He shimmied his pants down, kicking until they dropped off the side of the bed. This was it. He knew the next few moments would change his life.

  Seven

  Rainy

  Rainy felt the soft skin of his length as it sprung forth against her flat belly. She was nervous and impatient at the same time. She wanted him. She needed him. Her mind and senses raced towards one goal—to be with him. He felt so perfect for her.

  Her body was wet and ready for him, just by shear excitement alone. The least little contact sent her pulse racing, her breath rising. Her mind teetered in and out of clarity as their passion escalated. She found herself nudging her hips towards him, chasing him, seeking him.

  He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his formidable shaft. He broke out a condom and together they rolled it into place. She rose and levered him into herself. Without much exploration on either’s part, they were joined. Kris pushed forward, embedding himself into her entirely.

  All their frenzied urgency quieted for a moment as they stopped and savored the wonder of being connected. He felt so amazing inside her. He was perfection and he filled her as though he were tailored to her fantasies. In fact, she was sure she had fantasized about him a time or two.

  Rainy likened rock stars to knights. She thought that something about them, maybe being on stage, made them look taller and stronger. Drumming or strumming was physically taxing and they ended up ripped like stone gods.

  She saw no signs that Kris was a hardcore partier or self-destructive, so he was probably healthy on top of having a physically demanding job. His skin was clear, fresh, smooth and soft. She loved his scent. He was all male with a dash of amber. She drew in a nose full and it fueled her arousal.

  She moved against him. When he changed their positions and hovered over her body, she wrapped her legs up around the small of his back. The angle created delicious friction. Just the movement alone sent an electric wave throughout her that lit up her erogenous zones. Her nipples were rock hard, tingling and erect. He captured one with his perfect teeth, closing down on their pebbled flesh. It was a pleasurable kind of pain that made her slick with excitement.

  They rolled across the large bed until she was back on top of him, straddling him. She pressed her palms to his broad chest and rocked. She bucked her hips in little, short pumps. Mixing it up, she bounced on his cock.

  A growl rumbled from his chest.

  She rolled her spine, moving like a temptress.

  He took hold of her hips and worked them back and forth on himself, pressing deeper and harder into her wet pussy.

  He pulled her thighs tight around him so that he could bury himself deeper inside her body. He drilled into her like he was chasing a high. She threw back her head and moaned, “Yes.”

  “You like that?” He pumped his hips, grinding his length inside her.

  Rainy touched herself, adding charge to his skillful stroking. “Oh God,” she cried out. A rippling sensation washed over her. She was close. So damn close to exploding.

  He controlled her body. Knew how to touch her. How to use his rhythm to drive her wild. He swiveled his hips into her with wicked cadence and he nearly tipped her over the edge.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered as his thrusts became more intense.

  She moved her fingers back and forth, pacing herself to his frenzy. She sensed he was on the path to climaxing. His body stiffened, his movements less fluid and choppier.

  His face was glazed over and though he was present, there was a slight distance. She too receded into her surreal world. His lovemaking was narcotic and it clouded her head.

  Rainy tightened at her core, cinching around his body with hers as she swelled with passion. Her body rolled with tremors from deep within. Soon enough her belly was knotting with uncontrollable spasms as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. She was consumed with the powerful orgasm that ripped through her.

  Her pleasure triggered his and with a few more thrusts, he dissolved into a mass of bliss, moving and jerking and spilling inside her.

  They fell back against his mattress, staring at the ceiling, the air-conditioning gently cooling off their sweat-drenched bodies. Rainy’s brain hummed as though it had been massaged, her climax swept through every part of her and drained her of every ounce of stress.

  A few minutes later, he took her hand and led her to the shower where they rinsed themselves quickly.

  He stepped out and leaned over to pull the lever, converting the shower into a bath. He encouraged her to lie back and let the water fill around her while he lit some candles.

  “Are you still hungry?” he asked.

  “Starved,” she admitted.

  “Relax. I’ll get us a plate.”

  He donned a robe and let her soak while he banged around in the kitchen. He returned with a tray, which he set on a dresser. He pulled out a long-sleeved T-shirt for her and a towel, which he wrapped her in as she stepped out of the bath.

  “Dinner is served again, milady.” He bent over and waved a hand in regal fashion.

  “Just like a knight,” she noted.

  By the look on his face, he had no idea what she meant. Of course he couldn’t. It was her fantasy.

  They climbed back into bed and Kris drew the tray of food over their laps. He had a plate heaped with strips of meat and potatoes. On the side were warmed tortillas.

  “It smells and looks wonderful.” she remarked.

  He filled a tortilla for her and watched her take a bite.

  “Still better than sex?”

  He made her laugh.

  “Not even close.”

  “Good answer,” he said, and fed her another bite.

  “It’s so good. What is this?”

  “You aren’t squeamish, are you?”

  She flinched.

  “Aww,” he said with disappointment.

  “It’s not horse, is it?” She readied herself to spit it out.

  “No,” he chuckled. “It’s elk from Alaska. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

  Rainy was so moved that he made it especially for her.

  “It’s not really fair that you’re amazing in bed and you can cook,” she said dreamily.

  He winked and kissed her. “Fair to who?”

  “You. I burn toast.”

  He pressed his lips to hers. “I don’t need food if I can live inside you.”

  “You want to live inside me?”

  “Rainy, don’t take me wrong. I’ve had some great sex, but never like what you and I just did. I’d trade a thousand meals to sink myself into you again.”

  “You’d starve.”

  “I’d die a fucking happy man.”

  They finished the meal and snuggled together on his bed.

  Now that they were past the post-coital bliss she needed clarification. “You really want to sing my songs?”

  He sat up and shifted his body so he could look at her. “Getting down to business, are we?” he began. “I wish I had met with my producer before you got here so you wouldn’t have had to spend a day at work. Working for Grand Canyon is not a good look on you.”

  “I looked that bad, huh?” she asked. “It was no fun. I mean, the money will be good, but the work is soul crushing.”

  “Tomorrow is Sunday. Any chance you have to work?” he asked seriously.

  “I guess there’s always a chance,” she said.

  “Then I have a confession. When I was heating this up, I hid your phone.”

  She sat upright. “You what?”

  “I’ll give it back, but not until tomorrow night.” He cupped her cheek and brushed his l
ips against hers. “Tonight is ours.”

  She let out a deep sigh. “I’m not going to last. But I have to because I have an ironclad contract. They paid my way out here. They rented this home for me. The only thing I can do is scour the contract and find something that could nullify it, but better lawyers than me put it together.”

  He stared at her with piercing blue eyes. “Why on earth would you sign a contract like that?”

  “Desperation,” she replied. “But, I’d never do it again.”

  Kris set their plates aside and pulled her on top of him where Rainy fell happily into his arms.

  Eight

  Kris

  Kris and Rainy slept until eleven. He’d already gotten up and let Jimmy out. Then he rounded up the dishes that he stacked on the dresser the night before. As he touched their plates, he recalled the moment he cleared them and then made love to Rainy one more time before they had drifted off to sleep. Kris gathered them and left them in a sink full of soapy water and then brewed coffee. While she drifted between wake and sleep, he dashed off to his studio, brimming with inspiration.

  Rainy found him shortly after. She had two cups of coffee on a tray. She didn’t interrupt him though. She moved into his studio quietly and waited as he worked something out.

  “I got it,” he announced as he finished.

  “Did you record it?” she asked.

  It was really nice being with someone who understood.

  “I did.” He reached for her. “Miss Wonderful.”

  “How do you take your coffee?” She set the tray on the table in front of him.

  “From a beautiful woman?” he replied. “Anyway she serves it.”

  She looked around the studio, her eyes landing on his guitar. “Can I?”

  He loved the way she asked. Grabbing a man’s guitar was like touching his woman. It wasn’t done without permission.

  “Did you bring your guitar with you?” he asked.

  He saw her pained expression, and he just couldn’t believe it.