Unplugged: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance

by Valentine, Sienna

  She shrugged again and took the joint from my fingers. She held the drag in her lungs longer this time and blew it out slowly. “It’s a mystery for the ages.”

  “It’s no mystery. The men you’ve met are fucking idiots, obviously.”

  Laurel laughed, but it was quiet and a bit sad. She passed me the joint and leaned her blonde head against my chest, tucked under my chin. “Eh, it’s fine. I have other things going on, and dumbass dudes only get in the way of it, anyway.”

  I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think that’s sexy as fuck.”

  “You do?” She didn’t look up at me, but I could still feel her face twisted into some disbelieving frown.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Most of the women I interact with are just… passive. They swim behind other people until they get swallowed up by the sea. But you, shit… you’re a shark.”

  She looked up at me this time, and I met her eyes with a serious face. She stared at me, like she was trying to decide if I was full of shit.

  “Most people are afraid of sharks,” she said quietly. Her eyes fell.

  With one hand running through her soft hair, I said, “Because they don’t understand them.” Then, for good measure, I added, “And I’m not most people.”

  Laurel’s smile glowed up at me. “No… you’re not.”

  “I feel like I never meet anyone who wants to live,” I said. “Everyone is so fucking eager to settle down and get their routine going… that schedule they can follow right up to the cemetery gates.” I put the joint carefully in the ashtray on my bedside table and wrapped both my arms around her. “I think your fire is beautiful.”

  Laurel’s face softened. She crawled up my body until her lips were over mine, and she kissed me with a heated tenderness that made me ache. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her into me.

  With the quiet storm pattering outside and Laurel burning in my arms, everything else in the world faded into nothing.

  ~ NINE ~

  Laurel

  Hours passed, and Noah and I didn’t seem to want to do anything except talk and fuck and touch each other. The driven part of me felt guilty, because I didn’t feel like I was at work anymore. I felt… different. Like I was just out with someone whose company I enjoyed, and who happened to be a stone-cold fuck-machine.

  After we got tired of lying in his huge bed, I got up and wiggled my ass until he followed me into the shower. Under the stream of hot water, Noah wrapped his arms around me and made out with me like we were teenagers, caressing my face, pressing his taut body up against me, and me up against the wall. When he bent to kiss my neck, his beard tickled my sensitive skin and made me shiver. My hard nipples rubbed up against the muscles of his chest, and I sighed softly when he brought a hand up to touch them.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” said Noah, desperation in his voice. “I could fuck you forever.”

  His words made my knees weak. I bit into his shoulder and pushed my body tighter against his. “I wish you would.”

  His giant dick was already hard again. I took it in my hands and smiled as Noah shivered under my touch, bending his head into my shoulder as I stroked him under the spray of the shower. I felt his teeth pressing into my neck as he mauled my breasts with his strong hands while I increased my rhythm. As soon as I felt his cock spasm and release, his hands slipped around to grip my ass and pull me against his wet body. His cum covered the front of my pussy and tops of my thighs, and I moaned.

  “You’re something else, you know that?” he said, cupping my jaw before he kissed me.

  Noah held me under the warm shower spray and gently cleaned me off, never making me lift a finger. He nuzzled into the side of my neck and kissed my cheek.

  When we finished, Noah wrapped me in his own gray bathrobe and only took for himself a towel around his waist—which I, of course, wasn’t complaining about. His hard body looked even more incredible soaking wet, the water beading off the colors of his tattoos and rolling down his muscles like raindrops. He took a minute to run a black plastic comb through the bit of blonde hair on the very top of his head that wasn’t shaved close, and I watched him with an endearing smile.

  “You hungry?” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “Starving,” I suddenly realized with a laugh. “But I also don’t want to go anywhere that would require us to, you know… put on clothes.”

  Noah grinned and squeezed my ass. “I like the way you think. Delivery?”

  “How about Chinese?”

  “Done,” he said. “I’m sure I’ve got a menu buried in the kitchen somewhere.” While he did the work of gathering dinner, I finished drying off and hung up his bathrobe. Feeling bold after so many orgasms under my belt, I sauntered into the kitchen, naked, and whipped Noah’s towel off his waist while he was still on the phone with the Chinese place.

  Noah whirled with a surprised face, which turned into a pretend mad face as soon as he saw me grinning at him, dangling the towel next to my naked body. He looked me up and down, and between his legs his dick twitched just a bit.

  “Sorry, what were you saying?” he asked the person on the phone. “There’s someone here who is in for a world of trouble if she doesn’t stop distracting me from my phone call…”

  His playfulness revved me up like nothing else, and I took a few steps backwards, out of his reach. “Oh, really, tough guy? What are you gonna do to me… if I distract you?” I seductively dropped my right hand down my body and between my legs. Noah bit his lip and bent at the waist, trying to suppress a groan as the worker at the restaurant read back his order to him.

  “Yes, that sounds correct,” said Noah, his voice strained, his eyes glued to the hand between my legs. Already his dick was half-hard again. “Thirty minutes sounds perfect.” He looked up and met my eyes. “Just enough time for someone to get punished.”

  If I wasn’t wet before, I certainly was after that line. Noah ended the call and took a few hard steps toward me, lifting me off my feet into his arms. He dragged me a few feet into the carpeted living room as I squealed in mock protest.

  Noah lowered me to the floor, but kept a tight grip on my wrists which he held above my head as he hovered over me. He ground his waist against mine, dragging his massive erection along my pelvic bone, teasing my lips.

  “You just don’t like taking orders, do you?” said Noah before he bent to lick my nipples, sucking each of them into his mouth one at a time.

  “Aren’t we both in the wrong scene for that?” I responded, lifting my hips up to meet him, trying to get his cock inside me. But Noah moved out of the way and pushed his body against mine to hold it still.

  “I could always try fucking the insubordination out of you,” he said, tightening his grip on my wrists.

  I bit my lip, but it wasn’t enough to stop the sound of delight that came from deep in my throat.

  “That’s what you want?” he asked. I could feel the tip of his thick cock pushing against my pussy.

  “Yes,” I begged. “Please fuck me, Noah.”

  He didn’t have it in him to resist any longer. He reached over to a condom he had left on the coffee table and rolled it on quickly before shoving his cock deep into my pussy with a guttural moan. My legs clenched around his waist reflexively as I tried to drive him harder into me. Each thrust pushed me against the floor, his heavy body nearly knocking the wind out of me each time he pressed me down. His hands gripped my hair and shoulders, using me for leverage as he pounded into me desperately. His cock filled me up until an orgasm washed over my body, lasting twice as long as the last one. Noah sweated and cursed above me as I clenched his hardness with my quivering muscles, massaging his cock until he was coming hard inside me.

  I could already feel the carpet rash on my back, but I didn’t care. My body felt incredible after all these orgasms, and even more so when I had Noah’s pressed up against me. He kissed me a few more times, and then withdrew his half-hard dick and helped me up off the floor. We
got cleaned up just in time to answer the door for the delivery driver, Noah wearing only the gray robe as I kept out of sight.

  The day had cleared up a bit and the air was warm, so Noah grabbed a few blankets and spread them out on the grass in his backyard. The foliage and fence line made the place very private, so we opted to picnic naked, spreading the little boxes of Chinese food out across the blanket.

  “So, can I ask you something?” I said as I lowered some chow mein into my mouth. “It’s kinda personal.”

  “I think we’ve established something of a personal relationship,” said Noah with a wink. His gaze fell down to my tits and I rolled my eyes.

  “Anyway,” I said dramatically. “What’s the deal with you still being single? I could’ve sworn everyone in your band was spoken for.”

  Judging by the look on Noah’s face, I had hit a nerve. Guilt twisted up my spine, but I didn’t try to take it back.

  “Eh, it’s… it’s a bit complicated.”

  “Try me,” I said. “I’m the queen of complicated.” And I meant it.

  Noah took a few bites of a spring roll. He didn’t look up when he spoke. “I just came from a rougher scene than the other guys, is all. Quinn and Jeff know a little bit about it, and endured a lot of it with me, but they also had better parents than I did. Parents that protected them.”

  I was quiet while Noah found his words.

  “It’s dumb. I’ve never been in a war, or anything as heinous as all that, but I still… still have some of the same problems. Just too many years in the fringes of the scene, you know? Barely finding the money to scrape by for rent and food and a little beer, maybe sneak into a show every couple weeks if you learned the bouncers’ schedules. Fights, cheating girlfriends, band drama… watching friends OD or lose out to depression… having nothing but the music to make it all feel better.”

  Despite my full tummy, a phantom pain squeezed my abdomen anyway: memories of being hungry and cold that first winter in New York, when I had nothing and no one, just my writing and the shows and hope that the future was going to look different than the past. Noah understood.

  He scratched absently at his beard as he shook his head. “When I really stop and think about it, it all feels a million years old, another lifetime ago. But at night, when I’m all alone and everything’s quiet, it doesn’t feel that long ago. It feels like it’s still happening. And… long story short… that makes it really difficult to have anything meaningful with a woman. Eventually, even the craziest groupies want someone stable to settle down with.”

  Ache gnawed at my heart. “You might not believe me, but I understand. And I’m sorry to hear that.”

  Noah shrugged and cocked his head without looking at me, as if to say it was no big deal. He reached out with his chopsticks and tossed a few pieces of chicken in his mouth. “I don’t mean to make it sound like I never got any attention. That would just be a lie.”

  “Well, you’re certainly getting attention from the ladies now, hot stuff,” I said.

  “Once I found my place in the hardcore scene, I started getting a reputation for being a moody, mysterious little shit, and that really helped me get the chicks. And it only got better when I started bulking up. The Raven of Thornwood, that’s what they called me.”

  I burst out laughing, hand to my mouth to keep a bite of orange chicken from spraying over the picnic. I’d been around the block enough to know a rehearsal when I heard it. “What?! You’re full of shit, no they didn’t! Your hair isn’t even black!”

  Noah’s face flushed almost instantly, but his mouth was pulled in a full grin, like he was glad he got caught. “Well, that story has worked on dumber women.”

  Noah watched me laugh for a little bit before he started playfully shoving me over and saying, “Okay, okay! You got your laugh in, sugar. Not all of us can have the opposite sex at our feet all the time like you.”

  “When did you start bulking up? Kevin said you were still pretty scrawny when he met you.”

  “Been talking to Kevin about me?” he said, nudging his elbow into my leg.

  “That is none of your business,” I said, poking him with one of my chopsticks. “Don’t change the subject.”

  Noah ran a hand over his own ab muscles, like he was still not used to having them. “I suppose I was about twenty-two when I finally started taking it seriously. I’d learned to fight before then. Being as deep in the scene as I was, you had to.”

  “Boston had some rough years like that, too,” I recalled. The metal and hardcore scenes were far more peaceful than outsiders ever imagined, but we had our asshole groups that ruined it for everyone else.

  “There was this one show, I can’t even remember the name of the band now, but it was me and Quinn and a bunch of other dudes from high school. We got jumped on-stage. They almost put Quinn in the hospital. After that, it just seemed stupid not to try and get stronger. If this was the world I lived in, I had to adapt,” he said.

  Palm running down his colorful arm, I said, “Wow. So this isn’t just some tough guy thing… this is you surviving.”

  Noah didn’t reply or look up at me. He shifted a bit and reached for a fortune cookie. “Tell me what your deal is, sugar. How come I’m lucky enough to not be competing with some strapping, hipster boyfriend?”

  Immediately I could feel a strange shame rising in my blood, the same feeling I always got whenever things got too emotional or vulnerable for me. Opening up with my feelings was not exactly my jam. But in that moment it was like I couldn’t stop myself.

  “Guys, they don’t stick around me, either,” I told him. “I seem to be this… unicorn to them. They all think I’m great and love the work I do, they love how deeply I care about the scene. But they only ever get close enough to be my friends. They don’t dare come closer. And the ones that do dare to date me usually end up hating me because I always care about my job more than them.” After a pause, I added, “I suppose I deserve that one.”

  “I don’t get that at all,” said Noah. His eyes wandered over my face like he was trying to commit it to memory. “You’re exactly the girl we’ve all been dreaming about ever since we joined the scene.”

  “Apparently, no one knows what to do with a dream once they get it,” I scoffed. “Because I can’t even get myself a date most of the time.”

  “Well,” said Noah, leaning closer to me. “You don’t have to worry about that as long as you’re in Seattle. Because I’m laying strict claim to your time… and to that delicious pussy.”

  Jolts of desire shot through my body. “Is that right?”

  “Try letting anyone else near it and see,” he said. Noah ran his palm up my calf and thigh, stopping just short of touching my center. He smirked at me with a glow in his eyes.

  As I leaned down to kiss him, the patter of rain began to sound on the leaves overhead, and it wasn’t long before our exposed skin started gathering raindrops. Noah grunted, annoyed, into my mouth at the distraction, and our kiss quickly dissolved into giggles. Together we got up and started gathering up the picnic. I watched Noah’s ass as he went into the house ahead of me and wolf whistled after him with a laugh.

  When I came back in the kitchen with an armful of food, Noah stood at the kitchen sink, staring at his phone. The gentle gray light from outside lit up his gorgeous naked body; he looked like a marble statue of a Greek god. But the look on his face didn’t make me feel good.

  I put the plates down on the counter and walked up to him, sliding a hand up his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

  Noah started, like he hadn’t heard me walk up. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah. I just…” He looked at his phone again. “It looks like Gavin finally got a hold of Duke. We’ve got a meeting planned for tomorrow morning in the city.”

  A jolt ran through my nerves. A million questions raced through my mind—questions for my story. The ambitious woman in me was starving to know what was about to happen in that Seattle conference room. Everything that had been building for
Cut Up Angels over the past seven years was on the line, and could be decided in that room.

  But Noah’s face broke my heart. I expected to see anger, but instead it was something else—a deep, heavy despair. It unnerved me more than his anger would have, and the thought struck me that if I had ever seen this face on a man I was dating before, that probably would have been our last date. My reputation as a commitment-phobe, while not entirely my fault, was not undeserved.

  And what I told Noah in bed wasn’t a lie. In fact, nothing that I told Noah was a lie, except the superficial point about moving to Seattle. When I told him about my problem keeping men interested, it was the straight-up truth; and the ones who didn’t reject me ended up being another in a long line of ex-boyfriends. Men were afraid of me, or they couldn’t keep me interested. And I certainly never cared about any of them enough to want to help them through their emotional baggage.

  In that moment, though, every thought in my head was of Noah. I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to wipe that despair out of his eyes.

  Slowly, I ran my hands around his chest and held him. I pressed myself against his naked back and felt him breathe against me. His heart pounded under my palms, underneath the cheek I laid on his back.

  “I’m sorry,” I said in a whisper.

  For a moment, Noah didn’t move. He just leaned there, hands against the sink, watching the green trees in the backyard. Then he took a deep breath and stood. He ran his hands down my arms until they covered mine, and tangled our fingers together. I tightened my grip on him and he sighed.

  “Me too,” he said. “Everything is in ruins.”

  I nuzzled my face against his skin. “Nothing’s over. If you didn’t get buried by Thornwood or fighting up from the underground scene, Noah, then you’re not going to get buried by fucking Duke Rogers.”