JAX: A Rockstar Stepbrother Romance

by Lux, Vivian

  "Hardly." He licked his lips. "Think I'll just stay here all night."

  "Are you trying to kill me?"

  "Are you saying it would be a bad way to go?"

  I slipped my hand down to close around his cock. "No, I'm saying I'm not done."

  His mischievous grin slipped away and his eyes darkened. "There's my girl."

  The desire in his eyes brought me out of my haze. I instantly wanted more. He slid underneath me and caught me up from behind. I heard the jingling of his belt buckle and my pussy clenched in response. "Watch," he ordered, turning us so that we both faced the mirror.

  I watched.

  I watched as he pressed my legs open.

  I watched as he slung his arm around my chest.

  I watched as his face contorted and I watched us both gasp as he slid inside of me.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Jax

  I wanted her to take everything. Everything I had was hers. It always had been. It always would be.

  I leaned back, positioning her so that she rode me as I lay flat on my back. "Take it," I told her. "Everything. Just take it."

  If anyone walked past the door right now, we would be caught for sure. Lily's moans, the slap of her skin as she bounced on my cock, was a dead giveaway.

  But I didn't give a fuck about being caught. Let them come. Let them see me like this, with Lily wildly riding me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. This time when the scandal broke—when I gave my statement to the press—I would say what I should have said all along. That Liliana Nesbit belonged to me.

  No.

  Fuck that.

  I belonged to her.

  Her back was to me but I could see everything—everything—in the mirror, and it was a wonder I didn't lose it over how fucking beautiful it was. Her rolling hips moved in a sinuous ripple as she rode me, her hair a silken ribbon raining down her back. Her eyes were slitted and a rosy flush spread over her breasts. I ached to squeeze them, pinch them between my thumb and forefinger to make her gasp, mark her pinkened skin as mine, but I was frozen in pleasure. If I moved at all, I was afraid I'd shatter the moment.

  Lily's breath came faster. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my thighs, and groaned. I watched in the mirror as her little fingers sought between her legs and began to rub herself in time with my thrusts.

  "Fucking hell, baby," I whispered. It was too fucking beautiful for me to take. "That's right. You get yourself there. I'm waiting right there for you, we're going together."

  "So close," she gasped, and then her eyes flew wide open and I felt her tense around me, pulling me deeper inside of her than I ever knew possible. I pumped myself faster and faster and was rewarded with her low scream, her whole body shaking above me. I flew up, grasping her around the waist and pinning her close as the white-hot pleasure burst open inside of me. Her name was the only thing on my lips as I came.

  Blindly, I grasped for her face and was shocked when my fingers came away wet.

  I opened my eyes and spied her red eyes in the mirror. "Baby, what? What is it?"

  She seemed to realize she was crying all of a sudden, because she shook her head and hid her face in her hands. I was still inside of her, but I leaned back, determined to give her as much time as she needed.

  Finally she wiped her eyes. "Jaxson …" she started to say. Then she faded out. "Dammit."

  I wished like hell I knew what she wanted to say instead. I had a feeling the same three words were hanging on the tip of my tongue too. I bit them back. "Hey, now," I whispered, running my hand up her arm. "That was good. We are good."

  "Yeah?" She didn't sound good. She sounded fucking miserable, to tell the truth.

  I kissed her shoulder, desperate to know what she needed but too afraid it wasn't me. "Yeah," I said. There was so much more I could have said, but that was all I could manage.

  She slid from on top of me, a bit unsteadily I noted with no small pride. But the flash of ego fell away almost instantly when I looked her full in the face. She lifted her chin and some of that fire came back into her eyes. "It's going to be good?" she asked me.

  I only vaguely understood what she was asking, so I answered the question in my own brain. I pulled her close. "It's going to be fucking perfect."

  She sighed heavily. "I don't want to walk out of this room. We only just got started again, and when I walk out that door, it's the end."

  I brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead, then pulled her down into the bed with me. "So stay," I told her, pulling up the covers.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Liliana

  I stayed.

  It was the first time we had ever slept in a bed together. The intimacy of his body slung along mine took my breath away. He held me so tightly that I struggled to find my breath and not panic. His skin burned along mine, every place where we touched a bright flame of desire. I could feel his heart beating against my back, slow and steady and so real that I suddenly couldn't take it any more. It was too much.

  Something had changed inside of me. I lost whatever hope I had that this could just melt away into meaninglessness. I thought I could get him out of my system, but I couldn't get enough of him. Already I wanted to move closer, press my body to his and feel his hands mark my skin with their heat.

  I finally realized that leaving him was going to fucking hurt.

  So I stayed awake as long as I could to prolong the moment. And when we woke up together, there we no words for what had passed between us last night. There were only desperate kisses, one more and then one more again, before I finally succumbed to the inevitable and set foot outside of his door.

  I pulled myself together as best I could with a splash of cold water to my face and the hottest shower I could stand. As I soaped my skin that still smelled like him, I saw the little bruises and marks on my skin that he had left on me.

  I wanted to head immediately to a tattoo parlor and etch them into my body forever.

  Instead, I dressed for my father's wedding in the dress Jax had chosen for me.

  Then I squared my shoulders and headed downstairs.

  My dad was standing in the kitchen with the rest of the road crew, looking so awkward and nervous in their tuxes that I had to laugh when I spotted them. "You guys look like a nature documentary about penguins," I giggled. "All huddled in a group like that."

  "We're keeping our egg warm," Greg Fingers joked, patting my Dad's prodigious belly.

  "Hey, who are you calling an egg?"

  "You poached my line."

  "Let's keep on the sunny-side here, guys …"

  I buried my head in my hands and groaned out loud as the avalanche of puns turned into a round of back-slapping. "Your last day of freedom, Nails," Bash declared.

  "You kiddin'? I wasn't ever free. Moment I saw that lady, my heart wasn't mine no more."

  I had to look away quickly. Jax had said something so similar last night.

  When I looked back again, my dad had extricated himself from another round of good natured punching and come over to me. "Hey, there she is," my Dad said with a twinkle in his eye. "My best woman." He kissed my cheek, then look me straight in the eye. "We missed you at the party last night."

  I willed the blush to stay down. "I was there, Dad."

  "Not for very long."

  I wracked my brain for an excuse. "I thought it would be more fun for you if you didn't have to watch your language," I said breezily, patting his arm for good measure.

  He nodded, and for a moment, I thought I might be in the clear. "Did you and Jax have fun together, though?"

  "Me and… Jax?" I squeaked. I was sure that guilt was written on every inch of my face.

  "Saw you take the bottle upstairs. Hope you didn't finish that all by yourself. Though if you did and you're still standing here, then I guess your old man had a good influence on you, after all."

  I pressed my lips together and gave what I thought was a light-hearted grin. "You're an excellent influence, Dad
dy," I lied prettily, kissing his bearded cheek. Guilt and sorrow vied for control of my emotions, but in the end I forced myself to be happy for my dad on his big day. "Now, come on. Let's go get you married off."

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Jax

  Even I could see that the wedding planner had done a hell of a job.

  From our vantage point around the corner, we could see that the back lawn had been transformed into a flowery white fairy land. The kind of frilly shit chicks just lap up.

  When I heard her delighted gasp, it occurred to me that my mother was a chick.

  But that line of thinking was just way too disturbing for words. I extended my elbow. "You ready, Ma?"

  She turned to look at me. Her eyes were soft, shining with happy tears. No edge. Nothing there but the genuine thrill of walking down the aisle toward the person she loved.

  I almost understood.

  "Congratulations, Ma," I said. My heart felt too tight in my chest. I quickly bent and pecked a kiss on her cheek.

  "Jax," she said, sighing happily. "I wanted to tell you how proud …"

  The crackle of the speakers interrupted her. I pulled back with a laugh as I recognized the opening bars. “ ‘Wildheart?’ Really? You're walking down the aisle to you own song?"

  "Shut up!" she hissed, all tenderness gone. "We'll miss our cue!" She mouthed along to her own voice for a moment, and I rolled my eyes. "Okay… now!"

  "Just get this over with," I told myself, loud enough for her to hear.

  We turned the corner and started the slow walk to the pergola at the end of the lawn.

  Everyone turned and stood, watching as we walked. I knew this. I was vaguely aware of smiles and waves and cell phone camera flashes in my face. But everything smoothed out into a blurry tunnel with the only thing that mattered standing at the end.

  Bit stood next to her father, watching me with those brown eyes, and suddenly, I couldn't get to her fast enough.

  "Slow down," my mother hissed, but her words rolled off of me. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered but how Bit looked, standing there in that ice-blue dress. Fuck, that dress was going to be my undoing. That dress was my heaven and my hell all wrapped up in one tiny, perfect package. I wanted to rip it off of her for more reasons than just the obvious tightening in my pants. That dress was the start of something that was about to end.

  Right now.

  As Nails took my mother's hand, I had half a mind to yank her away. "No, I object," I wanted to shout.

  But I could only look at Bit.

  Her eyes were sad and beautiful. She looked strong and vulnerable at the same time, and every cell in my body itched to make this right for her.

  For us.

  But there wasn't a damned thing I could do.

  "Hey," she whispered, waggling her fingers at me.

  "Hey," I said back, standing next to my mom and hoping like hell I sounded normal.

  Like I wasn't breaking in half.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Liliana

  Jax doesn't look right.

  That was the only thing I could think during the whole arduous exchange of vows. Every word my father said, all the lines I had written and then rewritten until they were precisely perfect, I had written for Jax.

  That much was clear now.

  He alternated between staring at me so hard I could feel the heat of his gaze scald my skin, and looking away, refusing to make eye contact.

  His hair was a normal brown color today, out of deference to Annie's desire for "normal people" wedding photos, but that wasn't the only reason he seemed colorless.

  "Are you okay?" I mouthed as our parents exchanged rings.

  He shook his head slightly. Then darted his eyes away again.

  Finally, mercifully, the ceremony was over. I clapped as Dad dipped Annie, kissing her with much more gusto than decency would call for, but that was par for the course.

  Jax took my elbow as we recessed down the aisle. He held me tightly against him, the warmth of his body under his tailored suit pressed against the whole length of me. A strange echo of last night.

  The reception was under a beautiful white tent rising like gull wings over the green ocean of lawn. The twinkling fairy lights wound around the poles made me feel like I was stepping into a dreamland. The faces of the people I loved most in the world swam around me—Diggs, Bash, all of the guys, the happy bride and groom, and there in the center of everything was Jax, looking like an inked Prince Charming in his tuxedo. On his arm, I felt like royalty, the prom queen I never got a chance to be. I sighed and leaned against his shoulder. "I really wish I could be happy right now."

  "You can," he said.

  "Are you?"

  "Guess I'm happy for them, yeah." He gestured toward our parents who were stuffing cake into each other’s mouths. My Dad carefully dropped a piece into Annie's open mouth. She returned the favor by smearing frosting all over his beard.

  "I am too." I answered. Was this what it meant to be a grown-up? Having to set aside your own most fervent desire for the good of those you loved?

  Annie and my Dad shared their first dance to a medley of Annie's greatest hits—which had me laughing into the back of my hand as I watched Jax's face twist between happiness and utter disgust at his mother's narcissism. But when the song was over and the rest of the couples were called to the dance floor, Jax reached out his hand to me. "Come on."

  I shook my head. "We can't."

  "Sure we can, it's a wedding. People dance at weddings."

  "We can't dance together, Jax. It's too dangerous."

  "You might be right, but I don't really give a fuck about anything else right now. Please, Bit."

  The unspoken plea hung in the air. This would be the last time he could hold me. Once I understood, I fairly sprinted into his arms.

  The song started, an old classic rock ballad all wailing guitars and overwrought lyrics. It perfectly suited my mood. I buried my face Jax's jacket, my heart almost too full to speak. "So that's it, then," I choked.

  He knew what I meant. "That's it, yeah."

  "I'm your sister now."

  Somehow he managed to pull me even closer. "I have the most beautiful fucking sister in the world," he said fiercely.

  I laughed into his chest and inhaled his scent. "This is so fucked."

  "It really is."

  "Is everyone staring at us right now?"

  "Pretty much, yeah."

  "Fuck. I'm just going to hide in here forever."

  "That's fine with me," he said so quietly I more felt it than heard it. We swayed gently, slowly to the music. It was like he was rocking me to sleep, like he was still holding me last night. I wished I was asleep, that this was all a bad dream and I could wake up and be with him like I should.

  When the music ended, his grip didn't loosen and neither did mine. "I'm afraid to let go of you."

  "Then don't." He sounded so fucking sad.

  "Jax …"

  "I know." He pulled back a little. "I love you."

  "I love you."

  That was the second time Jaxson Blue broke my heart.

  Part Three

  Chapter Forty

  Liliana

  Angel had never been in my bedroom before. Even sitting at the far corner of my bed, curling herself as tightly as she could to stay out of the way, there was still barely enough room to maneuver. I had to stand in an awkwardly twisted and bent pose just to get the last of my books packed into their boxes.

  " …could have at least scored us some back stage passes, or something." She was pissed, but pretending not to be.

  "Angel, you don't understand. I can't ask that of him." I was really regretting telling her even the little she did know, but when I landed in New York, I was too raw and broken-hearted to keep it inside. As far as she knew, Jax was an old friend who I had once had a crush on, and wasn't-it-so-weird he was my stepbrother now?

  She kept talking right over me." …completely, like, the pinna
cle of my life if I met him. Seriously, what's he like? " I opened my mouth to answer and she just bowled right over me in an avalanche of aggrieved feelings. "I can't believe you knew him. It's like you're moving out just when you got interesting, Liliana. We could have totally hung out more, you know. That was totally always an option."

  I pressed my lips together and taped the top of the box I was working on. "Oh yeah, I totally know it was," I answered breezily. "It was just our different schedules, and all that, made it hard you know?"

  "Yeah …" She sighed and blew a puff of breath out of the side of her mouth in a pretty killer imitation of a Disney princess. Then she veered straight back for the most important topic. "So, you're seriously not going to his show tonight?"

  The packing tape's horrible screeching noise drowned out my own. "No," I said firmly. I didn't trust myself to say anything more. The words were all bunched up there on the tip of my tongue, ready to tumble out in a word-vomit flood of vulnerability.

  I stared at the brown cardboard like it was some sort of ancient tome that needed deciphering and counted back from ten. But even that couldn't keep the tide of hurt from rushing in. Fuck, I had had it—it. The kind of love that lasted a lifetime, and I set it aside over worries about how it all looked.

  And he loved me enough to let me.

  "Why are you laughing?" Angel demanded.

  "I didn't realize I was," I said, wiping the hysterical tears aware. "Just something Jax and I did at the wedding. We're idiots when you get us together."

  "So get together tonight!" Angel was nothing if not persistent. "We can get you an extra ticket. It's be like our last hurrah as roommates, you taking me to meet the rock god you grew up with." She shivered with excitement. "Those eyes of his, are they really that blue in real life?"

  "They really are."

  "How about his body, have you ever seen him with his shirt off up close? Oh God, never mind, I can tell by your face that you have. How about his …" Her voice dropped down to a conspiratorial whisper." …cock? Have you seen that?"

  "I once walked in on him as he was getting out of the shower …" It was true, anyway.