Interlude (Rockstar #4)

by Anne Mercier

  "Is that a moan for M. Shadows or do you have sore feet?" I ask, still frowning.

  "Sore feet. Killer boots."

  I grab a towel and put it on my lap. Then I reach for one of Lucy's tiny little feet, putting it on my lap and massaging it gently.

  She closes her eyes and moans out loud. My hands still and my cock jumps to life at the sound. Oh what I'd give to hear her moan when she comes.

  She wiggles her toes. "Oh, don’t stop. That feels so good."

  I start rubbing again, chuckling while everyone in the room starts laughing.

  "Shut up. I know what it sounded like and I just don't care." She peeks through one eye at me and grins. She closes the eye again and just relaxes into her chair. I rub and knead the soles of her feet.

  "Your hands are amazing."

  Silent pause.

  "Again, I know what it sounded like. Get your minds out of the gutter. You all can see he's rubbing my feet. Pervs."

  "Yeah, pervs," I say with a laugh.

  "Don't think I don't know you're smiling over there, Kingston."

  "Oh, hell yeah I'm smiling. I'm thinking if this is the kind of reaction I get when I'm rubbing your feet, what kind of reaction am I going to get when you're naked and underneath me," I tell her, as I harden fully just thinking about it.

  "Hmm. You're assuming a lot with that statement."

  "How so?"

  "First, you're assuming I'm ever going to be naked when you're around. Second, you're assuming you'd be on top. Third, you're assuming you'd be able to touch me in such a way that would cause me to moan as I did when you rubbed my sore, overworked feet."

  "First, I've no doubt I'm going to see you naked, it's a matter of when. Second, the first time I'm definitely going to be on top, after that we'll play it by ear. Third, I guarantee I can make you moan longer and louder than you just did and you'll be screaming my name."

  Oh yeah. She'll be screaming my name. Over and over and over again.

  Sera snickers, Spenser lets out a frustrated noise, and the guys are murmuring amongst themselves.

  "Hmm. Guess we'll have to wait and see but I'm not going to bet the ranch."

  She just agreed and she didn't realize it. I stop rubbing her feet. She also laid down a challenge—one I'm going to take her up on… and win. I tap her shin and she glances at me.

  "Challenge accepted, Cupcake."

  We get back to the house and find one of the regular chicks hanging out on the patio. I'm still fucking hard and after being hard all day, I need to come. I don't want to fuck this chick but I need to get off.

  "Let's go," I tell her, not even giving a shit what her name is. This will be the last chick I ever fuck that isn't Lucy.

  She jumps up and follows me to one of the spare rooms. I choose one down the empty wing. I don't need to get any shit from the guys.

  When she closes the door behind her I turn to her.

  "You know the rules?"

  She nods.

  "We fuck, you leave. This never happened and this is the last time for me. If you want to come around for the other guys, that's fine. Just not me," I tell her.

  "No way," she breathes in disbelief.

  I shrug.

  "You're off the market?" she asks.

  I shrug. We'll see. "Part of the rules is no questions, so get naked and get on the bed."

  She does what she's told.

  "Up on your knees," I tell her and she obeys. I reach to the bedside table for a condom.

  “Pinch your nipples and rub your clit.” She can get herself ready.

  I unzip my pants and take out my cock, stroking it slowly, squeezing it tight. I just need to get off and while I do, I'll be keeping my eyes closed and fantasizing about a short, dark-haired beauty.

  This chick starts making little noises of pleasure and when I look down, I see her pussy's already wet. Good. It won't take long then.

  I slide the condom on and push her head down into the mattress.

  I don't waste time, I just push into her, closing my eyes and imagining Lucy's warmth surrounding my cock. Shit. I shove forward, pull back and slam into her hard. She moans. I just want her to shut up. I want Lucy.

  I fuck her hard, pulling her back to meet my thrusts, my balls slapping against her skin.

  "If you want to get off, you better finger your clit," I warn when I feel myself getting closer. She feels good, but not how Lucy'd feel. I know she'd be tight—so damn tight and wet—she'd always be ready for me. With Lucy, I'd lean over her back, surrounding her so she had no doubt who was fucking her, and then I'd slide my finger against her hard little clit until she screamed, moaned, and begged me to let her come. Fuck yeah, I want that. I want that more than I can breathe.

  "Tighten," I demand and she squeezes me tighter. That's my warning I'm gonna come and she furiously circles her clit, and I piston into her, hard, short, then deep, anything to get my nut. I pull her hips back and slam hard, so fucking hard I bottom out and I keep going.

  Slam, slam, slam and the tingling flows up from my spine, spreading to my balls and cock, and when I should come, I don't. She finds her release below me, and when her pussy tightens more, I normally would get off hard, but I can't… it's not enough. It's not Lucy.

  When she's done, I head to the bathroom and pull off the condom, tossing it in the trash. I rest my hands on the counter, hanging my head. I'm still hard as a rock. Fuck. Nothing's going to satisfy me now but the real thing. But I can't walk around like this until I finally get that chance.

  I lock the bathroom door and climb into the shower. I lather up my hands with body wash and stroke my cock. Yeah. This is it. Lucy's little hands wrapping around my cock, pumping me fast. It doesn't take me long to feel the tingling I couldn't get to with what's her name. I tug on my nipple ring, imagining Lucy's teeth pulling and when my fingertips graze my balls, I groan. Yeah, she'd know how to touch me and get me off.

  I pump into my hand, harder and faster, squeezing tight, and without warning the first shot of cum erupts from my cock. Stream after stream of cum coats my hand and stomach and I groan louder, as I see my cum marking Lucy's body.

  "Fuuuuck," I say, resting my head against the shower wall, as the last of my orgasm tears through me. I'm panting, barely able to catch my breath, my knees weak—all from jacking off to the thought of Lucy.

  I wash myself and step out of the shower, drying off and wrapping the towel around my waist. I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself and seeing someone I've not seen before.

  Normally I can just fuck, blow my nut, and get rid of the chick, but I couldn't even come. Not with her.

  I blow out a breath. Shit, I think as realization dawns. A smile blooms on my face, one of the first real ones in a long damn time. I'll never be with another chick that isn't Lucy. Why I'm not scared when that insight is momentous, I don't know… but I'm not. I'm happy.

  Now I just need to show Lucy I'm the one for her. Watch out, Luciana Russo, I'm coming for you.

  "There they are," I announce from our private booth in the corner.

  Xan and the guys watch as Lucy and Sera make their way through the club.

  Lucy gets stopped by a few people and signs their shit and takes pictures with them. I watch with pride as she chats with them like they're long-lost friends. She's got a way about her, my Lucy.

  Before long, a big guy steps up next to her and the autograph session is over. Lucy smiles and heads toward the bar, the big guy following behind her. She orders a drink under the attention of a whole lot of people. Either she doesn't notice or she ignores them, either way she looks amazing. A strappy top and skirt. Damn. High heeled schoolgirl shoes. Fuck me. She needs to wear those with a naughty schoolgirl outfit—no bra, no panties so I can fuck her any way I want. Fucking hell. I'm hard again.

  Sera and Lucy start dancing to some sexy as hell song. Lucy swivels her hips and rolls her body with a laugh.

  "Fuck," I mutter and Kennedy chuckles. "It's time to get up close and p
ersonal with my Cupcake," I announce, making my way to the dance floor.

  The music switches to Push It and, oh hell yeah, I'm gonna push it all right.

  She sets her glass down on a table and barely starts dancing again when I wrap my hands around her waist. Sera lets out a laugh when she notices us and Lucy leans back into me.

  Security's doing their job here, letting us do our own thing without being harassed. I press myself even closer, wrapping my arms around her, my hands resting on her lower abdomen, my fingertips running along the waistband of her skirt.

  I lean in, my lips touching her ear as I whisper, "You look fucking hot, Lucy."

  She grins and wiggles her hips and slides down my body to a crouch, then—fuck me—she touches her toes, straightening her legs and lifting her ass up against my hardening cock before her hands slide over that magnificent body, pausing at her breasts as she stands up fully. She did that same damn move earlier today at the shoot and it had me hard then too. This woman is something else.

  She turns her head and I don't grin. I just let the lust in my eyes do the talking. Truth is, I see the same want and need reflected in hers.

  A JT song comes on and the beat pulses through me. I want her closer.

  I turn her around, lifting one of her legs up around my hip, grinding my cock against her belly. Fuck she's so soft. I slide one of my legs between hers, pulling her up tight against me, resting my hands on those curvy hips, guiding her to circle her body with mine.

  She slides her hands up my chest—those tiny feminine hands are going to be my undoing. I've never been more sure of that than when her fingertips rub over my nipple rings and her gaze meets mine. She licks her lips then she gently tugs on my nipple rings with her fingertips. I don't bother hiding the groan, staring into her eyes as I lose myself to her touch.

  Her hands continue working their way up to rest on my chest. She's such a tiny little thing, her head barely reaching me mid-chest. I rub my thigh between her legs a little more with every swivel of her hips and soon I feel the heat of her pussy through my jeans. Then she raises her arms, arching her back, her tits pressing against me as she lifts her silky hair up off the back of her neck. Christ she's sexy. I'd love to lean in and suck on the back of her neck, so slender. Son of a bitch, she slowly lets her hair fall down her back and starts riding my thigh like she would my hard-as-nails cock. She's so fucking hot I'll be surprised if I make it out of here without coming in my pants.

  Watching her rubbing herself on me, letting me see the desire flowing through her, I've never wanted anything more than I want her right now.

  She steps closer, standing on her tiptoes, reaching for me. I bend forward and she starts to trace her index finger over my lips then my lip ring, her own lips parting as she does.

  I open my mouth and she slides her finger inside. Fucking incredible. I lick then suck it gently into my mouth. When she pulls it out, I want her to put it back in—I want to be inside her, fucking her, hearing her moans and cries of pleasure. I feel her wetness seeping into my jeans and I know she's on the same page. She wants me as much as I want her.

  I tuck her in close, needing her closer. My hand rests on the back of her neck, pulling her head to my chest as the music slows down. My heart is beating so fast, so damn fast, and I can feel that beat pulsing in my cock.

  I pull back, looking at the beauty that is Lucy, then dip down to press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyes close and I press light kisses to each eyelid, then to the tip of her nose. Next, one kiss to each cheek, her jawline, her chin, until finally I slowly and softly press my lips against hers.

  She is heaven. I knew she would be.

  The kiss is no more than a flutter of lips at first. Then I take her bottom lip between both of mine and suck gently, both of us letting out a moan. I lift my hands to cup her beautiful face.

  I tilt my head slightly and finally—finally—I kiss her the way I want to. I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, demanding her to open for me. She submits to my demand, opening, and I touch my tongue to hers. God damn. The feel of her against me, kissing her, it's almost overwhelming. I need more, Lucy must too because she pushes closer to me, wrapping her arms around my waist, pulling me closer as I take her mouth the way I want to take her pussy—thoroughly and breathtakingly.

  I can't get enough of her.

  "You're so damn incredible," I whisper against her lips.

  With my hands still cupping her cheeks, I look directly into her eyes, hoping to see that she's feeling everything I'm feeling. I don't have to look long and I see it. Want, need, desire, and that something more that has us both speechless.

  I need to taste her again. I have to. My lips go down hard on hers, our tongues touching and retreating as we sway slowly to the music. I'm so gone over this woman… so completely gone. I want her so damn bad it's all I can do to not drag her off into a dark corner and fuck her hard, and when she tells me she wants the same, my restraint begins to waver.

  I kiss along her jawline to her neck then up to her ear. When I hit a spot behind her ear, she shivers and I grin. I found one of my Lucy's sweet spots. I gently suck on her skin and kiss my way back to her mouth once again.

  She drags her nails down my back and I groan long and loud into her mouth. Fuck yeah. What I'd give to feel those nails tearing up my bare skin as I fuck her pussy to the point she's begging me to let her come. It's going to happen. I'm going to make sure of it.

  A flash blinds me as I go to look down at Lucy. Then another and another and another.

  "Shit," she whispers against my lips.

  I run a hand through my hair in frustration. "God damn it."

  Lucy's big man comes walking up, as does security, telling the patrons to put their cameras away, but the damage is already done. They already got the photos and I really don't want to drag Lucy's name down to my level. She's a good girl and they're going to make her out to be a whore—because of me—and that… that pisses me off more than anything.

  "I have to go, Jesse."

  "I know. Hand me your phone, Luce." My fingers race over the screen then I hand it back to her and dig my own out of my pocket.

  "You've got my number and I've got yours. Use it," I tell her.

  She tilts her head, unsure, then steps up on her tiptoes and I meet her halfway for a quick, soft kiss.

  "I'm sorry," she whispers.

  Hell no. This isn't over. Before she can pull away, I lean in and whisper, "Next time we're doing this in private where no one can interrupt us and I can get you naked."

  She shudders and I give her a wink and a grin when she pulls back. The big man leads her and Sera out of the rowdy crowd and I look to Ben, who motions me over to follow him and the guys out of the club.

  We get in the SUV and I lean my head back, closing my eyes, a grin on my lips as I think about what just happened.

  "Christ, just look at him," Xander says in mock disgust. "Grinning like a lovesick puppy."

  I grin even more, eyes still closed.

  "He's so gone," Ben says with a chuckle.

  "Then what was with the chick today?" Ethan asks. "You know Lucy's not the kind of girl who's going to think that shit's okay. She's one of those happily-ever-after women."

  I look at him and nod. "I know it. I tried with that chick. Couldn't do it. Lucy's it for me. I haven't even had her yet and I'm already ruined," I say with a laugh.

  Kennedy gives me a look. "You say that like it's a good thing."

  "Fuck yeah."

  "You're happy you're hooked on one chick and can't fuck anyone else, not knowing for sure if you're even going to be together?" Kennedy asks.

  I nod. "Hell yeah. She's fucking amazing."

  "Whoa," Xander says with a chuckle.

  "My big brother is losing his shit over a woman. I never thought I'd see the day," Ben announces.

  "Neither did I, little brother, but with Lucy it doesn't feel like I'm 'losing' anything. I'm sure as hell gaining something fantastic," I tell
them.

  Ethan groans. "He's going to start writing love songs again. Remember how he was after he met her the first time?"

  "It was our best selling album," Kennedy reminds him.

  Ethan sits up straighter. "That's true. Dude, Jesse, feel the love, write about the love, sing about the love. Let's kick ass with the love."

  I chuckle. "Already writing songs in my head, man. Already kicking ass."

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jesse

  Past

  I stand in the room across the hall waiting for them to arrive. When they do, Spenser beats me to her, so I just listen.

  "What's up, Spense?" Lucy asks.

  "What's up?" he asks incredulously. "Are you fucking with me right now, Luciana Russo?"

  She just stares at him.

  "You haven't seen the Internet or turned on a television, have you?" he asks.

  "Oh shit," Sera says.

  "Uh, no." I can all but see the light bulb go on over her head.

  "Come with me." He pulls Lucy along with him, Sera following on their heels. I lag behind, following and waiting.

  Spenser heads to an office and turns on the television. It's seven thirty and all the morning news and talk shows are just getting started, and there we are. Me and Lucy pressed as tightly together as we can be, her wrapped around me, my hands cupping her face, my thigh between her legs. Damn, that's hot.

  "They're speculating. No one has any idea what's going on between you two or how you connected," Spenser says.

  "After all that last night, we went home and grabbed our stuff and we stayed at a hotel. We didn't have to deal with the paps but you can bet your ass they're camped out at our front gate," Sera says with an arch of her brow.

  "Well, hell. We need to change it up for Jace. He can't go to the house. I won't subject him to that," Lucy mutters. Who the fuck is Jace?

  "He can stay at the hotel with us. We booked the entire floor," Sera tells her. Hotel? Seriously? I cross my arms over my chest and feet at my ankles, settling in until I'm noticed.