(Complete Rock Stars, Surf and Second Chances #1-5)

by Michelle Mankin

  Linc passed it to Ash and hopped off the stage to where I waited, his body coiled with tension and his eyes intense.

  “Who was that?” I asked taking the hand he offered me feeling the pop and sizzle of anticipation the instant we connected.

  “Charles Morris. The Zenith guy.” He shrugged. “He said he liked our sound.”

  Lincoln’s sound, I thought but kept that inner observation to myself.

  “You ready?” His gaze slid to Karen and then back to me.

  “Yes, absolutely.” Was that my voice? Did I really sound so smitten?

  Linc’s gaze dipped to my mouth and his eyes darkened.

  “Don’t worry about me,” Karen said with a knowing smile. “Patch and I have plans of our own.” She had shared briefly about her burgeoning relationship with Dominic. Seemed I wasn’t the only one head over heels for a surfer.

  His determined expression discouraging any additional devotees, Linc led me though the throng. I had to almost jog to keep up with his long strides.

  “Let me catch my breath.” I dug the soles of my flip flops into the concrete sidewalk outside.

  “Never.” His grin slashed possessively across his handsome face right before he spun me into his arms and his mouth crashed onto mine. Firm lips moved insistently parting mine and his tongue immediately swept into my mouth. I clutched his hard shoulders for balance in a world that suddenly tilted on its axis. His strong arms tightened around me. My breasts were pressed into his rock solid chest. Against my belly I felt the undeniable thickness of his arousal. Everything in me responded. My body bowed into his, my mouth widened and the hot ache between my legs became unbearable.

  “Linc,” I cried when he ripped his lips away. I was desperate for him. No longer afraid. So turned on that I started to tremble.

  “Mona.” His palms pressed into my lower back his fingers opening and closing bunching the fabric covering my rear. “I want you so badly.” His breath blew damp heat across my face. His eyes were twin molten pools that reflected my desire. “Watching you from that stage. Not being able to touch you.” He stopped speaking abruptly and released me, stepping back.

  I swayed suddenly feeling terribly bereft without my body against his. He lifted his chin and pointed to an idling vehicle along the curb.

  “Brent’s a friend. He’s gonna take us where we need to go.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked as he took my hand again helping me onto the middle bench seat of the old pickup truck.

  “It’s a surprise.” His heated gaze stoked the embers of my desire. I licked my parched lips. His gaze dipped to my mouth. His eyes flared. I could feel the hot blazing combustible chemistry ready to ignite between us. I swallowed as he turned to Brent. “Drive,” he ordered.

  The main drag disappeared as we turned left onto Nimitz Boulevard and headed downhill toward San Diego. Lincoln put our joined hands on his thigh, his warm fingers drawing random circles on my skin making it difficult for me to concentrate. I sat up straighter as we turned and entered a marina.

  “What are we doing here?” My brows drew together in confusion. Brent stopped the truck in front of a dock filled with spired catamarans and gleaming hulled power boats.

  “You’ll see.” He leaned forward, slapping our taciturn driver on the shoulder and thanking him before popping open the rusty door, pulling me out and immediately sweeping me off my feet and into his arms.

  “Linc!” I exclaimed breathlessly twining my arms around his neck as he strode purposefully across the pavement and onto the wooden planks of the dock that creaked under his feat. “Are we going on a boat?”

  “I want tonight to be special for you.” He dipped his head, waves of sandy brown shadowing his gaze briefly beneath the orange dock lighting. “I want to make love to you over and over again on the ocean that we both love so much.”

  I burrowed my face deeper into his chest feeling his heart beat pounding beneath my cheek and pulling in deep lungfuls of his unique scent, reminiscent of a briny Pacific breeze brimming with limitless possibilities.

  At the end of the dock he stepped onto the stern of a huge tri decked mega yacht. Ducking beneath an overhang he adjusted his hold on me so he could open a swing gate before he inserted a key to open the glass door that led inside.

  Eyes wide at the luxurious interior my fingers dug into the soft cotton of his shirt. The living room we were in was bigger and fancier than the one at my house.

  Wall to wall cream carpeting, gleaming cherry wood walls and loads of expensive furnishings lay beneath a soaring ceiling that opened to the deck above.

  “This is incredible, Linc. It’s so beautiful.” My voice was thick.

  “Yeah, it’s amazing what five million can get you. It belongs to a wealthy friend of my aunt’s.” He sounded a little wistful. “I can’t afford to buy you all this luxury, Simone. But I can certainly borrow it for my gorgeous goddess for a night.”

  “I don’t care if you can’t. I just care that you did all of this for me. I…”

  “Hold this,” Linc interrupted before I could finish the three words. He shifted to pick up a bucket from the granite bar. I kept one hand on his chest and took the handle of the bucket with the other, peering inside to see the sparkling cider and Ziploc of hulled strawberries it contained.

  My heart rate kicked up even higher. Opulent surroundings fit for a queen with all of the accoutrements. Extravagantly romantic.

  He took me past a large dining room table in two toned cherry, crossing a central hallway with a staircase and more gleaming wood that reflected the spot halogens that were scattered throughout the interior.

  He finally set me down inside the master bedroom by a huge bed. Its luxurious cream comforter had been folded back in preparation for our arrival. My feet sank into the plush carpeting. Tears sparkled in my eyes as I took in all the thoughtful details.

  When I turned back to him he extended a flute already filled with bubbly cider. Then I noticed something else, the music emanating from the boom box on the dresser beneath a shuttered window. Sweeping violins and lilting clarinet from an instrumental version of ‘No One is Alive’ from Into the Woods.

  Every single detail seduced but none more so than the handsome man gazing back at me with the promise of passion such that I had never known gleaming from his bright eyes.

  “Linc, I don’t know what to say.” My free hand fluttered in front of me. “This is so much. You’re so much. And I’m just me.”

  “Drink your faux champagne.” His eyes narrowed to slits as he slowly circled me. I could feel his intense perusal like a physical caress. My throat went dry. My body tingled and tightened as he regarded me with the grand music adding even more drama to the scene. I took deep sips. The refreshingly sweet beverage moistened my mouth.

  Holding me captive with the power of his gaze, he lifted his glass to his sexy lips. I was spellbound watching his Adams apple move as he drained it dry as though he were just as parched as I was. “You are everything to me, Simone Bianchi. You overwhelm me.” I had never heard his voice so deep.

  “Linc.” I blinked back the rush of tears from his words. “Please touch me.” I stepped toward him.

  “Be still.” He held up a hand to stop me. “I’m not finished. And once I start touching you I’m not going to be able to stop. I very much doubt I’m going to be able to go slow, either.” A wry grin lifted his lips. “At least not the first time.”

  A sheen of warmth cascaded through me at the idea of him making love to me again and again.

  “I love you.” My breath caught. “Almost from the first moment I met you. When I first saw you something clicked inside of me like when I saw the ocean for the first time. And then when I kissed you I knew for sure.” He closed the distance between us and I lifted my chin to keep his gorgeous impassioned face in view. His hands wrapped around my elbows to draw me to him, his fingers curling into my flesh.

  It felt so good, so right, that I sighed. His gaze dropped to my mouth
and then his lips took mine in a searing kiss that I felt from the tips of my toes to my tingling scalp. His mouth was gentle but I could feel the cost of his restraint in the way his forearm muscles vibrated beneath my hands.

  When he lifted his head and looked at me his eyes alight with adoration I did feel like the goddess he had named me. Boldly I spun in his arms lifting my hands to remove the pins that held my hair and peered at him over my shoulder. “Could you undo my zipper?”

  His adoring eyes flared at the request. “I could.” My hair whispered to my bared shoulders and I drew in a sharp breath as the cool air within the room met the fevered skin along my spine. “You ok?” he asked his voice husky.

  “Just cold,” I explained.

  “I can certainly fix that.” He turned me, his grip on my shoulders gentle but purposeful. His gaze dipped to take in the sheer lace of my demi bra and the matching thong before it returned to my face, the look within his eyes darker than I had ever seen it. “Dammit, Simone. You are beyond anything that I have ever imagined.” He traced a lock of my hair from over my ear to where it ended over my breast. His hand trembled. I shivered. Not from the cold this time. From desire.

  “The way you treat me, Lincoln Savage. The things you say to me. You make me feel like anything is possible, as if I really am all those things to you.”

  “You are.” He skimmed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip parting the two. “You so are.” He kissed me again. This time the kiss was wet and delectably deep. This time his mouth slanted first one way and then the other before his slick tongue glided between and touched my own.

  When he broke the connection of our mouths and stepped back my hand went to my lips. They felt swollen and sensitive. I felt thoroughly claimed and now it was my body that vibrated with need.

  His hands went to the buttons of his shirt.

  “Please. Let me.” My hands replacing his I stumbled a bit in my haste to have my tingling fingertips on his warm skin. Once the last button was undone, I glided my hands along the smooth contours of his wide shoulders reveling in the width of them. When I finally completed my task his shirt fluttered to the floor. A half-naked bronzed male god stood before me. Chiseled and strong. A warrior. A survivor. A surf god with a tempter’s voice. I lifted my gaze. His eyes sparked and his handsome face was drawn tight with stark need.

  “Babe, you’re driving me crazy.” His hands fell to my shoulders, warm and possessive as he turned me around then traced the length of my spine. Heat rushed to my throbbing core as he unclasped my bra, the lace an erotic whisper against tightened nipples that ached to receive his bold touch. The slide of the straps down my arms left a shimmery trail of awareness in their wake.

  The scrap of black lace fell to the cream carpet without a sound. But my gasp turned into a moan when I felt Linc put his warm hands on my waist setting my aroused flesh ablaze as he slowly moved them higher and higher and higher.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

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  Linc

  Her skin beneath my fingertips was the softest thing I had ever felt and I wanted to draw it out. But I didn’t know how I could when everything within me screamed take her now and make her your own.

  “Linc.” She shuddered so hard when I palmed her luscious tits and softly flicked the tight rosy buds with my thumbs that I thought she might have already come. “Again.” She lightly panted leaning back into me and arching into my hands. “Again. Do that again. Don’t stop.”

  I did. Gladly. Being with her like this, looking at her sexy body, feeling her beneath my hands, watching the way she seemed to come apart every time I touched her, it was all even better than I had dreamed. “Babe, I could play with your tits for hours if my cock wasn’t already so damn hard just from looking at you.”

  She spun in my arms feeling like warm liquid silk. Once facing me she tipped her head back to look at me and pressed her awesome rack into my chest. Her hard nipples scored my skin and made me feel even less controlled than I already was. I wanted her writhing beneath me taking my cock as I gave it to her hard.

  I lowered my head and took her sexy mouth plunging my tongue between her cherry flavored lips. Deep, then shallow, then deep again, I repeated the pattern, the same one I planned to use with another part of my anatomy. Soon, it had to be soon or I was going to erupt inside my cargo shorts.

  Sliding my palms a little lower, marveling at the perfection of her lush curves, reveling in the soft sounds of appreciation that she made, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her thong and dragged the flimsy lace over her sexy thighs and down her shapely calves before looking up at her and ordering, “Step out, babe.”

  Delicate hands on my shoulders she complied. I slowly rose trailing my nose over her sweetly scented skin, calves first then thighs until I reached the gentle swell of her abdomen where I nipped her before straightening all the way and taking her mouth again. Hard. Letting her know with each eager slash of my lips and every relentless stroke of my tongue that I sensed her arousal, that she drove me mad with desire and that she belonged to me.

  “On the bed,” I grunted walking her backward tugging my belt loose and removing my shorts and boxers as I followed her. Her naked bottom settling on the bed, she scooted to the middle. I caressed and parted her soft thighs before positioning my body between them. “Simone look at me.” Lifting her gaze from where we were almost joined she blinked her dazed eyes. Balancing my weight on one hand the roar of my pulse in my ears nearly deafened me as she lifted her hips to bring her glorious mound closer to my hand. “You’re a goddess. A temptress. My only love.” I sifted through the gift she offered me finding her nub swollen and soaking wet. I swirled my thumb around it slowly and deliberately. “So beautiful.” My tone was reverential my considered movements like those of a master artist creating on a pristine canvass. “So gorgeous. I couldn’t have dreamed of someone more perfect for me.”

  “Linc.” Skin flushed, her legs parted wider and her hips moved in response to my stimulation. I couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed the packet from the mattress, ripped it open with my teeth, smoothed it on and plunged my sheathed cock into her hot perfect heat.

  “You feel so good,” I groaned. With my gaze on hers I began to move deep and shallow, deep and shallow.

  She moaned softly and her lids started to close.

  “Don’t look away, Mona. I want to see the desire in your eyes.”

  Her hands went to my hips her fingernails digging into my ass as she lifted off the mattress to meet every one of my thrusts. Her hot fast rapid breaths let me know she was just as close to the summit as I was. “Yes, Linc,” she canted as I circled and drove in deep. “Yes. Yes.”

  “Mona,” I praised dipping my head, capturing one of her perfect tits to suck on and then the other. “You feel so good. So hot. So fuckin’ fantastic.”

  I took her mouth again pulling her full bottom lip between my teeth before gorging myself on the sweet interior. Out of breath I ripped my mouth from hers. “Hard, Mona.” I warned. “I’m gonna take you so hard.”

  Her rose tipped tits swayed as I dug my fingers into her lush ass yanking her closer thrusting inside once and then doing it again and again and again. Her lids fluttered closed but even without seeing her eyes I could read the ecstasy on her lovely face. Her back arching off the bed, she exhaled my name and let out a long low orgasmic moan.

  “Mona,” I groaned soaring over the other side of the wave with her and flooding her with my desire.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

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  Simone

  “I love you,” he breathed the words into my neck as he collapsed his deliciously sexy body on top of me. I pressed my lips to his stubble roughened cheek but held back from saying the same thing. I wanted so badly to echo his words, but irrational fear gripped me keeping me from telling him what I had already revealed to Ash.

  Just as my breathing started to level out he pushed up on his arms and withdrew from me taking off the condom as he le
ft the bed. “Take a shower with me.” His eyes were heavy lidded and his voice was raspy in the aftermath of our shared passion.

  “I shouldn’t,” I told him slanting a glance at the clock and noting how little time remained. “I can’t go home with my hair too wet or smelling like a different shampoo. I’m afraid of what my father might do.”

  His jaw hardened. “Fair enough.” He stared at me the muscle in his jaw twitching. He looked like he wanted to say more on the matter but in the end he refrained. “You can use the tub while I get cleaned up.”

  I bobbed my head in agreement watching as he moved toward the bathroom. Taut ass. Long firm legs. Strong wide shoulders with tousled sandy hair kissing them. He was glorious to look at and beyond glorious as a lover. But what would happen when he left for Fiji? The summer was swiftly drawing to a close. My heart was already fully his even without me voicing those words. If things ended, when they ended my paranoid brain insisted, I was going to be devastated.

  Totally.

  Dully, I shuffled behind him unable to fully bask in the shimmery afterglow of our lovemaking. Once inside, I began to draw a bath. I heard the shower door close but waited until the water in the tub reached halfway up the sides before stepping in and lowering myself into the warm embrace.

  Careful to keep my hair out of the water I washed off and regarded Linc as he showered. He started with a quick lathering of his thick mane of hair then followed with a chest to toes sudsy wash over all those perfectly contoured muscles I longed to trace more fully.

  He shook his hair dry just like he did at the beach, stepped out of the shower and caught me staring. Totally mesmerized.

  He grinned whipping the towel off the rack and fastening it around his trim waist. “Need some help slowpoke?” he teased stalking toward me his light blue eyes glittering in the bright vanity lights.

  “Um, no.” I dropped the bar of soap I’d been squeezing back into the dish and stood. His gaze dropped to my body and rose again only slowly as though he were reluctant to relinquish the view.