Bad Beats: A Rock-Star Step-Brother Romance

by C. L. Riley

  This time she doesn’t seem to mind and takes a tentative step closer.

  The animal part of me wakes up and roars. My good old lizard brain that screams fight, flight, food, or fuck is telling me to seize what’s right in front of me. Who cares if this is the ‘right time’? She’s offering herself like a virgin sacrifice, and I’m all for accepting what’s offered.

  Still, the tiny piece of me that tries to act halfway human demands I ask the one question I’d rather disregard. “Are you sure? We have a trip planned for tomorrow. I want to make sure my date doesn’t stand me up if we let our lust take the lead tonight.”

  She laughs and her whole face lights up. “You have a way with words. No wonder your songs are so amazing. And, yes. I’ll keep you on my schedule for tomorrow. I’m not that drunk anymore…just feeling free of inhibitions and relaxed. I know what I’m doing, or will be doing.”

  It’s my turn to laugh. I’ve never met a woman who can be so damn enticing and funny at the same time, and I’ve never been worried if who I fuck at night will like me in the morning. In fact, before Cadie, I hated how women always seemed to want more the next day. As rude and distant as I would act the morning after, they refused to leave without throwing themselves at me one final time, something I find pathetic.

  Cadie O’Shea isn’t like other women though. She has proven that over and over in the short time I’ve known her.

  “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I mutter before stalking toward her and sliding my hand around her neck, cupping the back of her head and bringing her mouth to mine.

  Her breath is minty and fresh. My gaze locks one final time on her lips, and I’m done for. There is no way in hell I’m letting this opportunity pass. Fuck the future. I need to be inside her now.

  I smash my lips against hers, devouring her mouth. The kiss is wet, wild, and hotter than I imagined it would be. She moans, her tongue warring with mine. I nip her lower lip, and she returns the favor. My hands sink into her hair. As I expected, it’s thick yet soft, and I tug gently at first, but when she grinds against me, I pull harder, eliciting a soft moan.

  Fuck yeah.

  I hit the jackpot.

  Cadie O’Shea likes a hint of pain with her pleasure. Testing the theory, I slap her bottom and squeeze a plump ass cheek through her suede pants. She digs her nails into my back and sucks my tongue into her mouth.

  My cock is like reinforced concrete; I’m afraid I might blow in my best leathers. I’ve never been this close to losing control, so I need to move things along before I make a fool of myself. I’ll savor her later, because this first time is going to be fast and furious.

  Running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, I find the hem of her shirt and she raises her arms. I yank it over her head, revealing her heaving chest and a pair of perfect tits I want slide my dick between. Her white lacy bra lifts her breasts, presenting the valley of cleavage like a gift to unwrap.

  Wasting no time, I expertly unhook her bra with my right hand while my left one moves to caress a soft, round globe the minute it’s uncovered.

  “You’re so fucking sweet. I need to taste you.” I drop my head and take a leisurely lick of her straining nipple before grazing it with my teeth and sucking it into my mouth.

  She smells damn good too. Everything about Cadie pulls me in. She’s a seductress who doesn’t realize her power.

  When I replace my mouth with a hand and move to lick her other nipple, she arches and lets out a shaky sigh, “Don’t stop.”

  I pull my lips off her, creating a wet pop. “Stop?” I chuckle. “I plan to get you out of those pants and onto my bed, where I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. After that I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come more times than you’ve ever come before, and by the time I’m done, you will be begging me to let you rest.”

  “Oh,” she whispers, eyes wide. “It won’t be hard to beat my climax record. No man has ever made me come.”

  My gaze finds hers, and it’s pretty fucking clear she’s telling the truth. I’m stunned.

  It’s also clear the liquor’s lingering effects are loosening her tongue. I somehow doubt she’d share something so intimate without a boost of liquid courage.

  “Want to explain?”

  “Not really, but I will.”

  I guide her to the bed and she stretches out on her back. In a flash, I’m by her side, propped on my elbow, eager for her explanation. I’ve never had a woman say something so strange during a prelude to sex.

  She doesn’t hesitate. “I’ve had one boyfriend. He thought I was fat. Complained about my thighs, my butt, about pretty much anything to do with me and my body. He was a selfish lover, and I never got off. It’s that simple. He was a jerk, and I finally woke up and dumped him. It’s been two years, and I think you’re the perfect test subject for my shagging experiment.”

  Her words tear me up in several ways. To start with, I want to crack the asshole’s skull. How could he not think the woman beside me is beautiful in every way? He had a treasure chest to explore but kept it buried in the sand. Secondly, the fact she’s been sex-free for two years blows my mind. How can anyone go without a solid shagging for that long? I guess if I wasn’t getting off, I might refrain too.

  Her last comment, referring to me as a test subject, irritates me. Is that all I am?

  I should be relieved. Sex without strings, a fun-filled cruise, hanging with a woman who I can say goodbye to when it’s all over should be cause to celebrate.

  But I’m not celebrating, and I’m somehow wounded.

  Me hurt…because a woman wants casual sex? Who would believe it? I guess I’m not the heartless sex machine the media portrays me as.

  “Did I say something wrong?” she asks, rolling onto her side and facing me. “TMI?”

  I meet her green-eyed gaze and her lips curl into a tempting smile. “I’d really like to see what it feels like to have an or…”

  I don’t let her finish, shutting her up with another tongue twisting kiss. If the woman wants a fucking orgasm, who am I to keep her from having one?

  I’m Shag Steal. I shag women. Right now I have the woman I’ve been pining over for the last week and a half in my bed. So what if she wants me to be her test subject. She can experiment on me all night. It’s not like I’m going to fall in love, get married, and produce a brood of screaming brats with her.

  No. I’m going to give her a night she’ll never forget.

  Who knows? I might even write a song about it.

  Chapter Eight

  Cadie

  “I absolutely loved being famous. It was all great, up until the point when it wasn’t.”

  -Noel Gallagher

  I can’t believe I blurted out such personal information in the middle of the best make out session of my life, but even more unbelievable is the way Shag handled my outburst. Any reservations I might have had about becoming another notch on Shag’s shagging belt are now eliminated. With his mouth plundering mine, and his hand busy with my breasts, I’m drowning in a sea of passion.

  Foreplay was pretty much nonexistent in my relationship with Mitch. He truly was a Wham-Bam-Thank you-Ma’am kinda guy, minus the thank you part, and I can’t help but tense at the thought of his selfishness and cruelty.

  “Relax, babe. I’ve got you. Forget everything you think you know about sex, and forget that asshole. I’m going to rewrite your history,” Shag whispers before sucking my earlobe.

  He follows his declaration with another kiss that makes my pussy clench. I rock my pelvis up, searching for relief.

  Responding to my silent plea, he runs his palm down my stomach and over my pants, cupping my mound and applying the pressure I’m desperate for.

  “Yes…please. Touch me. More,” the words pour from my mouth.

  “Oh, baby, I’m gonna give you so much more,” he promises before latching onto my nipple with his mouth and making quick work of undoing my pants with his skillful fingers.

  I
shimmy my hips, helping him remove the barrier between us. But sudden embarrassment threatens to ruin the mood. I’m wearing that freaking body-shaper I love so much. There’s no hiding its purpose. I take a deep breath and struggle to come up with some silly excuse.

  “Let’s get this off. As sexy as you look wearing it, I want the real Cadie O’Shea.”

  I lift my ass and he rolls my shaper right off and tosses it onto the floor with the rest of my clothes, like it’s no big deal. Apparently to him it isn’t.

  Completely naked, I feel exposed, waiting for his expression to reveal his revulsion.

  The revulsion never comes, instead, his eyes grow hooded and he licks his lips, allowing his gaze to travel over me with obvious appreciation.

  “Mmmm…Mmmm, you are fucking gorgeous. I need a taste of that pretty pussy.”

  His words not only put me at ease, but they also send another agonizing bolt of desire between my legs.

  No longer at my side, he stands at the end of the bed, towering over me. He winks, making me giggle, and unlaces his leather pants. His erection springs free, and my giggles are replaced by a ragged gasp. His cock is huge, and the head has a silver ring through it.

  I’ve heard all about the Prince Albert, but, of course, I’ve never seen one. Like the gauges in his ears, the piercing is utterly enticing and compliments his bulky, tattoo-covered body.

  He flashes me that darn crooked grin and drops down between my legs, pushing them apart.

  Expecting his tongue, I’m surprised when he blows on my clit first, and then moves downward, tickling my folds with his hot breath. He bites my inner thigh and runs his tongue back up.

  Dying to watch, I prop up on my elbows. He looks up at me and smirks before his tongue darts out, teasing the throbbing bundle of nerves. I collapse back onto the pillow, lost in sensations I’ve never felt, considering Mitch refused to perform oral.

  The things Shag does with his tongue should be illegal and probably are in at least a few states.

  The soft flicks turn rougher and more demanding as he uses his magical mouth to torment my swollen nub. While his tongue presses down, performing an acrobatic dance, his fingers slide into my sodden slit, curling up and pressing on that spot I’ve only read about. Timing the thrusts of his fingers with the twirl of his tongue, sends me careening to the edge of a cliff I never knew existed. I hover at the precipice of something huge.

  I’m panting and moaning, writhing and rocking, no longer able to control my body’s reactions. He pushes my thighs up and back, opening me wider and removing his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. Relentless, he stabs his tongue into my folds, using it to fuck me.

  Just when I’m ready to unravel completely, he licks me from my clit all the way back to my tight puckered rosebud, circling the rim and plunging his tongue inside. The unfamiliar sensation triggers an avalanche of pleasure and I jolt, but he holds firm.

  He is merciless, and his talented tongue continues its onslaught of my ass while his fingers again find my pussy. A second later his other hand presses down above my clit, his thumb strumming in time with his fingers and tongue.

  A tsunami is building inside me. My whole body quakes and the first wave crashes through me, followed by one surging wave after another, and I’m thrown over that cliff into a raging sea of bliss. “Oh, God! Shag! Fuck me! Yes…” More incoherent words, moans, and finally a scream erupt from my mouth as I squeeze tight around his fingers.

  Only when he’s wrung every last ounce of ecstasy from me, does he stop, giving my bellybutton a surprisingly gentle kiss.

  “I hope you’re ready, Cadie Cat. I need to fuck that sweet pussy right now.”

  “Yes…please,” I plead, frantic to feel him inside me.

  “Can I fuck you without a condom? I promise. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since my high school sweetheart…”

  I raise my brow. I know darn well he’s shagged plenty of willing women since high school.

  He shakes his head. “I meant she was the last without protection. I was tested a month ago too, just to make sure. Every few months I get checked as a precaution.”

  I glance at his cock. It’s so stiff I’m reminded of a sword. I want to feel the piercing, but do I believe he’s clean?

  Maybe I’m naïve or completely insane, but I believe him. For some reason I don’t think he’d lie about something so serious.

  “If you’re lying to me…”

  “I’m not. I swear. After tasting you, I need to feel you. Tell me its okay. Please. Say yes.” His gaze holds a hint of desperation, and he makes no effort to hide his hunger.

  Rather than respond, I sit up and pull his hips toward me. “Let me taste you,” I say, shocked by my boldness and giving him my answer with my actions.

  “If you insist,” he chuckles, collapsing onto his back.

  It’s my turn to move between his legs. I don’t waste any time, teasing the piercing with my tongue, but I’m worried I might hurt him if I pull to hard.

  Seeming to understand my dilemma, he quickly eliminates my concerns. “You can’t hurt me unless you tear the damn thing out. Sucking, pulling, even biting, I’m into it. So don’t worry.”

  “That’s good to know.” I give him a coy smile and wrap my hand around his shaft. My fingers don’t even touch.

  Holy big dick. Can I handle this inside me?

  I sure as hell am going to try. With that in mind, I run my tongue around the head, stopping long enough to tug gently on the ring with my teeth. Shag groans and juts his hips up, leaving no doubt what he wants.

  Gliding my lips over the head, I lap up the pre-cum and swirl my tongue around the ridge and down his cock’s underside, pressing against his smooth flesh. Moving down, I palm his balls before taking them in my mouth.

  “Fuck yes,” he hisses, his legs starting to tremble.

  Getting my hands in on the action, I massage his muscular thighs and let my tongue travel back up. This time, I take him fully in my mouth, choking as I work my way down his massive girth, struggling to relax my throat. There’s no way I can take him all in, but I give it my best shot.

  Saliva pools in my mouth, and I can’t stop it from spilling over him.

  “That’s it, babe. Swallow me. I love it when you choke and sputter.”

  His dirty talk urges me on. I try again to reach the bottom, gagging as I go.

  “I’m gonna fuck your mouth,” he warns, taking a fistful of my hair in each hand.

  His hips buck, rocking up, pushing his cock deeper and touching the back of my throat. I gag again, but manage to keep going. The growls and groans coming from him make me want to please him, and my pussy is drenched. I reach between my legs, fingering my clit and moaning around him, making his cock vibrate.

  Without warning, he pushes me off and flips me onto my back. He nudges my legs apart with his knee and presses against my entrance, the piercing teasing my swollen lips. As wet as I am, I’m still tight. He pushes in slow and steady until he’s balls deep inside me.

  I can’t hold still. I grip his shoulders and tilt my hips, inviting him to continue.

  That’s all the encouragement he needs. He lets out a low, primal growl and pulls out, plunging back in with a roar.

  Thrust after thrust, he pistons into me. Clinging to him, I meet every thrust, my hips undulating beneath him.

  “Fuck, you feel good. Your pussy is so tight. I need you to come for me, babe.”

  I’m already there, spiraling out of control all over again. I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his ass, urging him on. “Harder, Shag. I’m going to…”

  He rises up, his arms straining as he slams his pelvis bone against my clit, creating the perfect friction.

  This time I wail as the orgasm whips through me, tearing me apart with its intensity. I continue to cry out, overcome with emotions and sensations I never believed possible. My channel strangles his cock, clamping down around him, and I swear I see stars.

  Shag throws
his head back, his neck muscles taut. He groans, the sound unbelievably sexy and feral, and then I’m flooded with his release.

  He chants my name as he empties himself inside me.

  After what seems like forever, we come down from the climax’s crest, and he collapses on top of me, his breathing harsh and ragged.

  I’m still panting when he covers my mouth and kisses me long and hard before rolling onto his side. He reaches around my waist and pulls me to him.

  I realize it’s the first time I’ve spooned after sex, another thing Mitch avoided. It’s been a night of firsts for me. A night I’ll never forget no matter what tomorrow might bring.

  Shag nuzzles my hair, inhaling. “Cadie Cat, I think you were made for me. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

  I smile to myself. I have no idea what the future holds, but I intend to make the most of this cruise and my time experimenting with Shag Steal. I’ll worry about the dreaded, emotional price tag when we’re done with whatever this is.

  * * *

  Shag

  I was watching Cadie sleep when the texts started. I should have ignored them, but like an idiot, I responded. Now we’re in the middle of a text war.

  Me: I’m going to sleep now. The show was fine without me.

  Misty: Is she with you now?

  Me: Who?

  Misty: You know who, smart ass.

  Me: Worry about you.

  Misty: She’s there. I know it.

  Me: What if she is?

  Misty: She’ll never survive our lifestyle.

  Me: You act like I’m getting married.

  Misty: Are you?

  Me: Goodnight, Misty.

  Misty: I’m not done.

  Me: I am.

  Sick and tired of her questions and demands, I shut my phone off and turn back to the woman snoring softly in my bed.

  Curling my arm around her, I try to sleep, but I’m too wound up. I can’t stop thinking about the comments she made.

  I’m sickened by her former boyfriend. From the little she revealed, there’s no doubt he is a real piece of work. He was likely worried about all the men who would find Cadie sexy as fuck, men like me. I’m guessing he’s also the insecure type who tries to make his girlfriends feel as insecure as he does, in order to hold them hostage. He better hope I never run into him.