Easy Glamour

by Maggie Marr

  I’d asked him to do the one thing he didn’t want to do—use the Legend name. Now he asked me to do the one thing I swore I would never do again—get involved with a musician. I swallowed around the lump in my throat.

  “I can’t do the rock and roll lifestyle,” I said. My voice a whisper. “I can’t do the group sex and multiple partners and drugs.” I didn’t add that I’d already experienced all of that with Johnny Tucker and the whole ordeal had nearly ended my life.

  “I don’t want to see you with someone else,” Rhett said. “So I’m pretty sure you don’t want to see me with someone else, either. If we’re together, it’s just you and me.”

  My heart thumped. He got it. In one simple sentence Rhett got why the whole open relationship never worked for me. An idea that Johnny had never been able to grasp and understand, no matter how many times I tried to make him.

  My heart beat faster. Was it possible? Rhett had no idea of the hurricane force that was about to hit his life if Left Coast’s marketing team did their job right. The women, the actresses, and the supermodels—could any man survive those kinds of temptations? Wouldn’t he have to fall into a pile of beautiful flesh, at least for a while?

  “We’re together and no one else.”

  I squinted. I shook my head. “Seriously?” I asked. “Do you have any idea what happens to rock musicians when their album hits? I mean, I know your intentions may be good but, Rhett, this album is going to hit, especially now with you using the Legend name. Add all the press that will be at our disposal because of it? I mean there are going to be the most beautiful women in the world literally lying down in front of you with their legs spread. Everywhere. Every night. I don’t think that you can sit here, before this happens, and tell me that you will only be with me.”

  “Tasha, you know how you want me to trust you?”

  I nodded.

  “Well, you’ll just have to trust me, too.”

  Chapter 7

  Rhett

  We hadn’t even been together and I was willing to make this deal to have her? What the fuck? I didn’t do monogamy. Never had. I didn’t even know if I could pull this shit off. What Tasha was saying was true. I’d totally wanted to be a rock god, not just for the music and the money and the fame, but for the pussy. I was a liar if I didn’t admit it.

  But this woman sitting across from me with these blue eyes and this amber-colored hair and the lips, damn those lips, made me want her in a way I’d never experienced. I would have said or done nearly anything to get her just to entertain the possibility of us being together. For fuck’s sake, I’d agreed to use the Legend name to release my album. And I knew the Left Coast publicity department wouldn’t stop there. They were planning a full throttle, blowout campaign capitalizing on Dad’s star power and everything Legend to catapult my album into the stratosphere. Including the bombshell that Dad had two families. Fuck. I’d done just exactly what I promised myself that I wouldn’t do. And for what? For success, and for Tasha.

  I followed her out onto the deck. The ocean crashed below us at the shoreline. Only candlelight lit the darkness. I set down my beer and turned to her.

  “Trust me?” I said and lifted her wineglass from her fingertips.

  “Not one bit,” she said.

  “Smart girl,” I said. “But I like a challenge.”

  I didn’t expect her to trust me. What woman with half a brain would trust me? I didn’t even trust myself, but I did know that I’d already had a lot of women in my musician life, but there was something about Tasha Jones that drew me to her. Not just her gorgeous eyes, or the lush mouth that said tart things, but something deeper, hotter, and it didn’t matter what I had to do, I wanted to be with her. Besides, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, she was right, being a rock god would be easier with Legend as my last name. Fuck. Did I want to trade on Dad’s name? No. Did I want to see Sterling’s smug face when he found out I was using Dad’s last name? No. But I could deal with both those things.

  I bent my head down and my lips brushed hers, the tiniest kiss, and with that barest of pressures my entire body heated. My cock hardened. I had barely touched her. My arms reached around to her back and I pulled down the zipper of her dress. My lips pressed harder and her mouth opened to mine. My tongue pressed into her mouth and tangled with hers. Heat drove low in my back. Thick, hard, fast heat. My cock bulged and pressed against my jeans. Her hands reached for my shirt and pulled it upward, her palms now flat against my chest.

  Fuck. I wanted her. I wanted to strip her body bare and push deep inside her. Take her and make her mine. My lips pressed to the soft hot skin of her neck and trailed down to her chest. My fingertips unsnapped her bra. Pink nipples were before my lips. Her hips arched and circled against me. I slipped one tight bud between my lips. A gasp shot from Tasha. I rolled that sweet nipple in my mouth. I sucked and slid her dress down over her body until it dropped to the floor. Her head dropped back with pleasure. I had one arm snug around her lower back, and my other hand traveled across the lace of her panties. I sucked on her breast.

  She was wet.

  My fingertip trailed along the lace edge that traced across her thigh and up over her mound. I slid my fingers under the lace and pushed the fabric down until it slipped away. Heat surged through me. Her hands grasped the button on my jeans and with a rough tug she unbuttoned them. Her hands yanked down on the fabric. I slipped her nipple from my mouth and kissed my way across her chest and suckled her other breast.

  My fingers slipped upward between the folds of her pussy. I pressed against her nub and her whole body stiffened with my touch. Her hands grasped my hair and pulled. I pressed against the tiny spot and then slid a finger inside her hot wet sex. She clenched around me.

  “Rhett, please, oh my God, please.”

  I pulled my lips from her breast and looked at her face. That beautiful face was now shadowed with lust and want and desire. Her lips parted and she panted for air. Her brows creased. She wanted my next touch. She opened her eyes and our gazes locked. Her eyes told me what she wanted, that she wanted this, we both wanted this, but her gaze was also laced with fear. A fear that I knew to be heartache and pain.

  “I won’t hurt you, Tasha.”

  Her eyes closed for an instant and her chin dropped the tiniest bit. She didn’t believe me. She wanted to believe me, but she didn’t. I was a lot of things, but I wasn’t a liar.

  Instead of words she answered me with a kiss. A long, hot kiss, filled with heat and sweetness and so much more.

  “Come here,” I said. I clasped the back of Tasha’s neck and pulled her toward me. Those lush lips tilted up toward mine. We both wanted this and, yes, we both tried to resist. I was agreeing to something I didn’t want and so was she. A molten heat coursed through us when we were close. I pressed my lips to hers. Her body yielded to mine, pressed against mine as though her flesh, her cells, had only been waiting for her mind to surrender. She fit so close to me I thought we were built for each other, our bodies a tight hot mess. My hands pressed against her torso and I cupped her breast, my fingers running over her pebbled nipples. A gasp escaped her lips. I deepened our kiss. My other hand pressed to her back. My lips traced over her jaw and to her neck and down to her collarbone.

  Tasha

  His hands clutched my dress. And then he cupped my ass. Heat circled deep in my belly and my sex clenched with need and desire and want. I pressed into him. I wanted the fabric between us gone. I pulled upward on his shirt and tore it off over his head. My fingertips were greedy for him, for his skin. He unzipped my dress the rest of the way and kicked it to the floor. My fingers scrabbled to unbutton his jeans and I pushed them down his legs. His lips were hot and greedy on my chest. There were no words as my head fell back. His hand skimmed over my belly and his fingertips pressed beneath the lace of my panties. My hips hitched forward. I wanted his touch. I had craved his touch since the moment I met Rhett.

  The intense heat in my body made me crazy. Desire wrap
ped tighter around my skin. His fingers pressed against my nub, now slick with desire. My entire body pulsed forward. His fingers slid deep into me and I clenched around him. A growl came from that rough voice, that deep wonderful voice that caused tremors to curl from my toes all the way up my back.

  My body shook with his intimate touch. His finger rolling over my clit again and again, and his lips on my neck. My hands grasped his cock and I stroked down and then up. A sharp inhale came over his lips with my touch and he froze as though soaking in the deep pleasure. I pulled down and back up.

  He lifted me and took me to the couch on the deck. The ocean pounded behind us. I lay back and his lips were on my nipple. He pulled it into his mouth and rolled it against his tongue and again his hand found my sex. He pressed his lips to my belly and slowly worked his mouth down over me. Each kiss a long languid stroke. Kisses tingled along the soft sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. I trembled with anticipation. He slipped one of my knees over each of his shoulders and I clenched again.

  Hot breath stroked against my most intimate flesh. The languid stroke of his tongue traveled up the hot center of me. My hips bucked upward. His lips sucked my nub, now swollen with want and slick with desire. A teasing stroke down my center and then his mouth upon me, sucking, bringing me upward. My body hitched and I gripped him, his hair in my fingertips unable to control the desire coursing through my body. A desire for him, for this. His lips tore into me and sucked me as I gripped his hair and he pulled me under, over and over again, release shattering through my body.

  He pulled away from me and pressed up over me. His eyes were hot with desire and his sex thick with want. My lips pressed to his and I tasted the strong earthiness of me on his lips. My hands grasped him. I wanted him. My physical desire for Rhett was strong, nearly overwhelming, and yet I didn’t want to surrender to him, to be his. Musicians were impossible and I had traveled this road once before and had lost my heart. I didn’t want to do that again, no matter what desire I had for him.

  He kissed me again and my hesitancy was in my kiss. He pulled back and he met my gaze.

  “We can wait,” he said. His voice raspy and thick. “We don’t have to do this. Not now. I don’t want you to unless you’re ready. Tasha, I’ll use my name anyway. I don’t want you this way, as though we’re each other’s bargaining chip.”

  My eyes locked with his. My heart beat faster hearing Rhett’s words. I wanted him more and yet was more afraid of being with him. I pressed my lips to his and chose desire instead of fear. A low groan came from his mouth as I pressed my body hard against his. His hand was braced behind my head and he steadied himself above me, ready to enter me.

  The heat shot through me as the head of his cock pushed into my entrance. It had been so long. Heat pulled through me as his cock pushed past my folds and into my body. My sex opened to him, encircled him, and tightened around him.

  “Oh, my God, Tasha, you feel so fucking good.” Rhett above me, his face ravaged with desire. The black hair and huge black eyes now filled with want, his light brown skin glistening in the candlelight. Every woman in the world would want him to be theirs. He pushed hard into me and my body took all of him and I hitched upward, wanting to be filled with him.

  He pulled back and my body longed for him again. He slowly reentered me, pushing into me. My body closed around him, my skin tingled with his touch. His lips were on mine and he pulled me tight to him. His breath, my breath, short and intermixed. My hand clasped his tight ass. A sharp intake of breath over his teeth.

  “Tasha,” he said. His body lost the rhythm of in and out and became faster and more demanding. He pressed in faster and pulled out. My hips slanted upward to meet every stroke and then he stiffened like stone, above me, his eyes sought mine and I felt his fingertips on my nub as he brought me, us, to the edge of the precipice. And then we jumped together.

  Chapter 8

  Tasha

  I opened my eyes. Rhett lay beside me. His jet-black hair askew in wild angled tufts on his head. His face still brilliantly beautiful in sleep. His taut lean muscles slack and yet defined. Ink covered both his arms and his upper back. He was every woman’s dream.

  What a colossal mistake.

  I slipped from beneath the sheets of my bed. My feet touched the cool wood floors of my bedroom. We’d moved from the deck to my room as we’d made love last night. The sex was great; awe-inspiring—he would do justice to his soon-to-be rock god status. How could I have been so stupid? Such an abject idiot? I’d let desire cloud my judgment. I’d done that once before and had gotten completely screwed, both literally and figuratively.

  I walked toward the bathroom. This was done. My heart ached with the idea of being with Rhett, and it ached with the idea of telling him I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t date a musician, be with a musician, whatever the fuck this was. It wasn’t for me.

  I turned on the water and stepped into my marble steam shower. Hot water pelted my flesh and I hoped it would drive the thoughts from my head. So much to accomplish. So much to fix. Left Coast. Rhett’s album release. This thing that was going on between us—

  “Scoot over, sexy.”

  Tingles shot all through my body. I opened my eyes. There he was in full morning glory, naked and erect, and in my shower.

  “I don’t usually get left alone in bed,” Rhett said. His voice all cool and hot at once. His eyes skimming across my body.

  “I bet not,” I said. I turned to face the water and let the threads of liquid rain down on my face. He was simply too fucking sexy for his own good. His hand cupped my hip and his lips were on the back of my neck. And again the logical part of my mind told me to simply turn off the water, grab a towel, and walk away. But that damn other part, the part that wanted Rhett, that craved his touch, and found that voice and those eyes too damn sexy for words, that part remained under the hot water while his lips pressed down my neck and over my shoulders and one hand worked around to my front, slipped over my belly and my mound, and between the hot folds that clenched in anticipation of his touch.

  My hand shot out and palmed itself on the marble shower wall. My lips dropped open. His fingers spread my pussy open and he pressed and rubbed over my nub. A want circled deep in my belly and my hips started a rhythmic pulse, over which I had no control.

  “You like that, sweetheart?”

  Like wasn’t the word pulsing through my mind right now. Like was too fucking ambiguous. How about fucking loved and wanted and needed … and hated myself for all those things.

  “Yes,” I whispered out loud. I’d nearly lost control of my ability to vocalize anything.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. I am going to fuck you so you don’t leave me in the mornings without telling me first. Understand?”

  My breasts tightened. My nipples hardened. My body was throbbing in anticipation of the pleasure that Rhett would provide me.

  “I don’t like to wake up alone,” Rhett whispered in my ear. That voice. That hot sexy voice like smooth leather and motorcycle engines. He slipped one finger into me while the other continued to stroke my clit. My hips hitched back and pressed against his hard cock. Oh, my god, that cock. I wanted him in me now. My body wanted to take him and hold him; I wanted him pulsing in and out of me again and again as he had the night before.

  “I want you,” I said.

  I didn’t have to ask twice.

  Rhett

  With one solid thrust, I slid my hard cock deep inside Tasha’s pussy. Fuck, yes. My hand clasped over hers and my other palm pressed to the cool marble. Hot water beat down upon us. My other hand stayed on her clit, making tight circles as I pushed in and out of her. Long slow strokes that I knew drove her wild. The desire to cut loose, to slam my cock in and out and in and out screamed through my brain, but her pleasure came first. A low moan came from her lips and I pulled my cock out from her pussy slowly, long and drawn out. Fuck, it was hard to go slow with her. But the moan and the arching of her ass toward me and the clamping of he
r sex, and the knowledge, knowing that I was doing things to her, making her feel, making her come made the ache in my belly and low in my spine worth it.

  “Oh, my God, Rhett. Fuck,” she said in a low whisper. “You feel so good.”

  I kept my eyes open. I wanted to see all of her luscious body. As the water droplets slid down the arch of her back I looked down and saw where my cock entered her, where my body connected with her. I pressed my finger harder to her nub. I didn’t have much time left and I needed to send her over the edge, had to send her over the edge before I lost all control. Before I had to slam my cock in and out of her tight little pussy because there was no control left in me.

  “Yes, Rhett, yes, baby, I’m going to … oh … I’m going to—”

  “Come for me baby, come for me,” I said and made tight circles over her clit and pushed deep inside her pussy. Her hips shot backwards and her palms pushed against the wall, as she pressed hard against my cock. Her pussy tightened and released and tightened and released, milking my hard cock, making it so damned impossible for me to hold back and then she was over the edge with a long moan and there was no resistance left. My body thrust into her hard and fast, and hard and fast, the low hot tingle starting deep in my balls and twirling upward through my spine, the muscles in my legs tightening, my arm clutched around her waist, my head buried in the back of her neck.

  “Come for me, Rhett,” she called out and I fucking lost it. Hot jets tore out of my cock and fired into her body. She rode me, pumping back and forward until every last drop was pulled from my cock.

  Deep breaths tore through my body as I bent over her back, unable to think, to stand, to even pull my cock out from inside her.

  What had just happened?

  My heart felt as though it’d been torn from my chest. Somehow, that thing beating behind my ribs was no longer mine.