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ROCK HARD (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE)

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by Wild, Nikki


  I was still pissed, don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to keep shaggin’ her. Yeah, I know it’s fucked up, but we’re talking about me here. The asshole, the loser, remember? The bad boy?

  Yeah, you do.

  So does everyone else, I see, when we walk up to Ian and the rest of the crew. Catherine had insisted we make it down on time, so that Matt or Ian didn’t come up to retrieve us and find us with my cock buried ten inches inside of her. I’d relented, but not without an argument.

  We compromised when she promised we could continue fuckin’ on the plane.

  Yes, a plane, thank God. Today, we were hoping on a plane to Colorado. It’s an ungodly drive from Philadelphia to Red Rocks, where our next gig was, and there was no way in hell I was staying on the bus for twenty-six hours. Ian, Rhys, Slade, Rocket, and Matt would be flying with us. As much as I wished I had my own plane, I wasn’t that much of a rich asshole just yet. The label chartered a private plane for all of us, so at least we didn’t have to fly with the public. When I did have to do that, it was a nightmare. Everyone from the pilots to every last damned passenger wanted to sneak ‘just one picture’ with Ian and I. It was annoying and time-consuming, but I tried my best not to be a dick to the fans. Not a day went by when I didn’t realize that we were nothing without them.

  We had a completely different back line already being set up and waiting for us in Red Rocks. The rest of the crew and our equipment would catch up later. But first, we all had to cram into a limo and make it to the airport on time.

  I’d greeted everyone briefly as we hoped into the limo, grateful to see that Ian had apparently declined to talk to me at all this morning. That was so much easier than fighting with him.

  As much as I loved getting under his skin, today I had nothing on my mind but fuckin’ Catherine and I wanted to get in the plane and in the air as quickly as possible, so we could lock ourselves away and get after it. Ian and Rhone sat quietly in the corner, and Rhys and Rocket sat across from us. I glanced over at Rocket and saw him staring at Catherine. That horny bastard, I thought. I’d have to put him in his place later, but for right now, let him stare.

  Hell, I’d be staring, too, if I didn’t have to wrench my neck sideways to see her. Instead, I had these two to look at, and they looked like hell. They’d probably been partying way into the morning, and if it weren’t for Catherine, I’d have been partying with them. I can’t count the number of times we’d all woken up in various states of undress, hungover, and with no memory of all at what had occurred the night before.

  The fact that I wasn’t with them last night was a clear indicator of who I was with. So the fact that Rocket was still staring at Catherine, knowing full fucking well that I was shaggin’ her by now, pissed me off. And that was the weird part. With any other woman, I’d wouldn’t have cared. In fact, I’d gladly passed off many women Rocket’s way, just to be done with their clingy asses myself.

  But not this time.

  I wasn’t about to share Catherine with anyone. And what the fuck did that bloody mean? Who had I become in the short few days since I’d met her? This was absurd, even to me. And to be honest, the whole fuckin’ thing was so foreign, I didn’t really know how to handle it.

  So, I did what I always do.

  I didn’t fuckin’ handle it at all.

  Reminding myself that even if I was feeling possessive of her, she still wasn’t mine, and as much as I loved bangin’ her, she still couldn’t be trusted.

  She and Rhone chatted quietly as the rest of us sat sulking in our own silent tortured artist bullshit thoughts. I looked around at each of my bandmates, and saw nothing but misery on their faces. Except the horniness on Rocket’s, that is. He was practically undressing Catherine with his eyes at this point. Fuckin’ wanker. But whatever. The rest of them were miserable, and why the fuck was that?

  Was it me? Did I make us all miserable?

  I was a salty motherfucker, most of the time. I did have a habit of ruining all the good times we had with my bouts of drunkenness. I was a selfish prick.

  I knew all this.

  But up till now, I hadn’t really given a shit what anyone thought.

  My gaze landed on Catherine again, and I wished I could trust her. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to that was outside of the Electric Horses circus. But I couldn’t.

  My eyes raked over her curves and my cock throbbed in my pants. At least I could still fuck her, I thought. I’d just have to keep my thoughts to myself, just like I always did.

  I shifted in my seat, memories of her moans playing in my head.

  Chapter 23

  CATHERINE

  ‘Good girl, good girl…’

  * * *

  Liam’s words echoed in my head, keeping my body in a constant state of arousal. All I could do was cross and uncross my legs over and over again to try to keep from losing my ever lovin’ mind. What had he done to me? There was something about the way he talked to me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking and wanted, the way he touched me with such gentle and yet totally firm confidence, the way he whispered those two words in my ear….’good girl, good girl’….goddammit, I’d never been left yearning for anyone so intensely after fucking them all night.

  He was the most dynamic lover I’d ever had, and that was saying a lot. I’d been around the block a time or two myself, with a variety of men that I’d slept with along the way.

  Nobody had been like Liam.

  He had charm, charisma, and heaping amounts of sex appeal that could peel the panties off any woman. My body was reacting to him so strongly, it was unnerving. At any given moment, I wanted to jump back on his cock and run away from him in horror all at the same time. I was terrified. If he could incite such a reaction from my body, I knew my heart would be following not far behind.

  And that was, without a doubt, a very bad idea.

  My pussy disagreed strongly.

  Sitting in the limo with everyone on the way to the airport, I was sure everyone could see how turned on I was. I was sure the fact that I had been fucking Liam all night was written all over my face. My nipples, like hard pebbles under my blouse, weren’t doing anything to hide the fact that I was buzzing with desire.

  So much for being a professional, I thought. Professionalism had dropped out of sight with my resistance. So far, I’d learned a lot about Liam, but most of it I couldn’t use. I certainly couldn’t use the story about Ally, or the kids at the hospital, and I certainly couldn’t write about the immensely skilled cock that I had gotten to know so well already.

  If I was going to have any chance at writing a good story, I’d have to dig a little deeper.

  I looked over at Liam and smiled.

  I wonder what else he’s hiding under that arrogant playboy exterior, I thought. I knew one thing, it was going to be a fuckin’ blast figuring it out.

  I crossed my legs tightly, trying to keep the yearning at bay.

  At least until I could get him alone again.

  * * *

  ***

  * * *

  The plane was beyond luxurious. I tried to conceal my excitement, mirroring every one else’s nonchalant attitude as we boarded the plane. I wanted to run around the huge cabin, open every cabinet and door, check out every room. But Liam and Ian just plopped down in the huge, low-slung white leather chairs, and everyone else followed suit, as if riding on a private plane was something they did every day.

  Not wanting to make a fool of myself, I sat down, too, craning my neck to see every inch of the beautiful interior of the huge plane. Behind the chairs we were sitting in, custom white leather, curved couches hugged the edges of the mirrored room, and a carved wooden bar sat in the corner. Liam pushed a button on the wall next to his seat, and a huge television screen descended from the ceiling. He pushed another button and it turned on. He began flipping through the channels quickly.

  The staff was attentive and cooly professional, serving drinks and food as soon as the plane was in the ai
r, which happened quickly and without much fanfare at all. I gripped the edge of my chair nervously, which I always did during takeoff. Once we were up in the air, though, I forgot all about the danger, and focused on my drink and the amazing surroundings.

  Liam sat across from me, drinking whiskey straight, and staring at me. His gaze, instead of making me uncomfortable, only made me wish we were alone in this huge plane. He’d mentioned having sex on the plane earlier, but I had no idea how that was going to happen with everyone else around. Knowing Liam, though, I was sure he had a plan.

  Ian and Rhone watched the screen together, trying to decide on a movie to watch. Every one around me began snickering and laughing when Russell Brand’s face flashed on the screen.

  “Oh, fuck off, all of you,” Liam said, shaking his head and gesturing to the flight attendant for more liquor.

  “What’s everyone laughing at?” I asked.

  “Don’t you see it?” Ian asked, a smile spreading across his face for the first time since I’d seen him this morning.

  “See what?”

  “The resemblance?”

  “Piss off, Ian!” Liam said again. “Don’t listen to his rubbish, Catherine!”

  “I think Liam looks just like Russell Brand, don’t you?” Ian asked.

  “Oh!” I replied, looking over at Liam and squinting my eyes. I could tell he wasn’t pleased with the comparison. “I don’t know…”

  “The hair, the jaw, the same arrogant attitude,” Ian continued. “He’s a dead ringer for him.”

  “That buffoon is a mouthy, cheeky, pirate-looking bastard, and he is nothing like me, you twat!” Liam said, his eyes flashing in anger.

  I suppressed my laughter at his obvious frustration. He did look a little bit like him, but he was much sexier, much more charming, and ten times more attractive.

  “Whatever, brother,” Ian said. “We’ll stop embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend.”

  Heat rose to my cheeks immediately, and I looked down at my feet. I was appalled and embarrassed and completely speechless. Liam, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be bothered by the suggestion at all.

  “You didn’t embarrass me, you prick,” he replied, completely ignoring the fact that Ian had just called me his girlfriend. For fuck’s sake, I thought. If there was anything to protest, that would be it. Instead, he didn’t even acknowledge it.

  What the hell did that mean?

  I took a sip of my juice and dug into my breakfast. Liam was the only one not eating, with just a glass of whiskey for breakfast. My stomach churned at that thought, and I was suddenly incredibly grateful for the eggs, pancakes and fruit in front of me.

  After I was finished eating and the flight attendant had cleared my plate away, Liam stood up and grabbed my hand.

  “C’mon, luv, I’ll give you a tour,” he said, flashing a private wink at me. I smiled knowingly and followed him to the back of the plane, my pussy quivering in anticipation of joining the mile high club.

  Scratch one more item off the bucket list, I thought. Wait, make that two.

  Fucking a rock star wasn’t something I’d always fantasized about but now that it’s happened, I realize it should have been there all along.

  Chapter 24

  LIAM

  I closed the door to the bedroom at the back of the plane for Catherine’s sake. I didn’t care if the anyone saw us or not, but I knew she’d probably not appreciate putting on a show for every one.

  She sank down next to me on the bed and I pulled her close to me and kissed her. Her lips were soft, swollen from last night, and so warm, so inviting, I kept on kissing her. She had a way of making me feel like a teenager, enchanted with those first moments of getting physical with someone, being content with kissing for hours. I mean, there’s no way in hell I’d actually be content kissing for hours, but the fact that I wanted to kiss at all was huge. I was more of a get it in and get it out kind of guy. I hadn’t spent hours exploring a woman’s body in ages, and it was a nice change of pace to get to know someone that I was shaggin’.

  I’d pushed the anger about the picture to the back of my mind. Later, I’d tell her not to use it, to delete it. But for now, I didn’t want to be mad at her. I didn’t want to do anything but touch her. I was quickly becoming obsessed with her, and it was such a strange feeling that I tried to pretend it wasn’t there at all.

  After a few minutes of kissing, she let me push her clothes away and make my way down her body until my head was between her creamy thighs. She moaned sweetly as I tasted her, my tongue sliding along her pussy, licking every centimeter of her softness. She tasted so sweet, she was so wet, my cock was throbbing painfully again. I wasn’t ready to fuck her just yet, though. I wanted to feel her squirm, taste her juices flowing over my tongue, hear her cry out in pleasure and know it was because of me.

  Gently, I sucked her clit between my teeth, nibbling and suckling and licking until she was writhing and panting above me. She grabbed my head, pulling me closer, her hips rising up to meet my mouth. I snuck a peak at her and smiled to myself. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and she was completely lost in the moment. My heart swelled with my cock, and I almost stopped in surprise.

  I was really starting to like her, I realized. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, hell, it was probably the worst idea ever. It wouldn’t lead to anything but disaster, most likely. I’d probably break her heart with some asshole bullshit that I was sure to pull after too long. But watching her - naked and beautiful and writhing under my touch - I knew there was no way I’d be able to walk away without seeing it through.

  Whatever happened, happened.

  At this point, it almost felt like I didn’t even have a say in the situation.

  And if that was the case, and she was willing, and my cock was willing, than what else could I do but keep going?

  For now, that’s exactly what I’d do.

  Full speed ahead.

  She came in a symphony of moans and cries and whimpers, and I pulled myself up to watch the beauty play across her face. When she came back down to Earth, she opened her eyes and looked up at me.

  “Fancy a fuck?” I asked. She laughed sensually, her eyes shining up at me.

  “Come here,” she said, as she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer.

  I already had my pants off. When I slid inside of her, she pushed up against me, until my cock was buried to the hilt.

  “You feel so fucking amazing, Liam,” she whispered. I brought my lips down to hers, kissing her with all the intensity of a starving man. I wanted to devour her completely. Instead, I fucked her again, hard, without stopping, without any restraint, until she was coming all over me again.

  I looked down at her and smiled. I had her just where I wanted her. Naked, and on the end of my cock.

  Chapter 25

  CATHERINE

  Red Rocks Amphitheater was breathtaking. I walked out onto the stage before sound check with Liam, only the crew and staff buzzing around. The seats were all empty and the big red rocks that flanked the theatre jutted up into a perfect, gorgeous blue sky. It was blistering hot, but there was something sacred about this place that made it completely magical.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like before it had been turned into the amphitheater. It almost made me sad to see it turned into such a public place. Suddenly, I wished more than anything that I was alone with Liam.

  I turned to him and saw him staring up at the rocks.

  “Hey,” I whispered. He looked over at me, his eyes sharing the silent secret of our time together in the plane. Something inside me stirred when he looked at me like that.

  “Yes, luv?” he walked over, sliding his arms around me and pulling me close.

  “I have a request,” I asked.

  “A song request?”

  “No,” I laughed. “Something else. This place is so beautiful. I can’t help but wonder what it was like before everyone else arrived. Do you think after the s
how we can find somewhere to wander off to alone? Spend some time under the stars somewhere quiet?”

  “Quiet? Here? I suppose we can try, luv. Whatever you want. I’ll have Big D go and scout out a good direction for us to get lost in.”

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  “Thank you,” he whispered, brushing my ear with his lips, “for tasting so fuckin’ amazing!”

  I laughed, leaning into him. His body was so warm, so solid, so fucking sexy and muscular.

  “You’re welcome,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get another taste later,” I winked.

  “Maybe?” he asked.

  “Maybe,” I replied teasingly.

  He reached up with a smile, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling gently as he whispered into my ear once more.

  “I’ll have you beggin’ for my mouth again before the night is through, there’s no maybe about it, luv.” I shivered, desire shooting through my body at his words. He’d found my weak spot, that was for sure. I wasn’t even sure I’d been aware of it myself, until he started telling me what to do and pulling my hair. There was something about him taking charge that way that made me absolutely melt in submission.

  At this point, if he kept this up, he was going to have me wrapped around not only his incredible cock, but his little finger too.

  Fuck, I thought, as he released my hair from his grip, I’m in so much trouble.

  Later, watching him perform in front of thousands of adoring fans once more, the hot summer night played out like a movie. I’d never get used to watching this, I thought, as he played the crowd, taunting them, teasing them, practically fucking them with his performance. Look at them, I thought, the women lining the stage looking like they were orgasming as they drank in every inch of Liam above them. They worshipped him, there was no other word for it.

 

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