Wasted: A Single Daddy Rockstar Romance

by Andrea Smith

  “I know, I can’t fucking believe it. I thought he was messing with me! Apparently the sound engineer at the studio sent our demo over to this guy, before it had even been mixed! The guy didn’t care. He said he wanted first option for an album. This is happening for us Liv! I swear to God, this is fucking happening for us!” he yelled like a lunatic as we fell back onto my bed, laughing with excitement and pure joy.

  Then there was silence as he looked over at me. “It’s all because of you, Olivia,” he said softly and brushed my cheek. I loved it when he called me Olivia.

  I was numb in a good and giddy sort of way. This was new. I stared at his lips and without thinking, my hands went into his hair. He was moving closer to me, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing.

  I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

  We were both high on the news. The news that all of our dreams were becoming a reality and, this was novel. Did this ever happen? I wanted somebody to pinch me and tell me that no, this was not a dream. This was real.

  Right now it was just the two of us. Nobody else was in this moment; no Stacie, no Mom, no baggage. It was just us. This was ours and ours alone, and we deserved this moment. I didn’t fucking care about anything else. I wasn’t worried about regrets or wasting time over analyzing the moment. I was going for it and nothing or nobody was going to take it from me.

  It was a moment in time that I didn’t care if he had a pregnant girlfriend. I didn’t care if he broke my heart after. I didn’t even care about the music or the lyrics, or the record label. I just wanted that moment.

  I made the move, wanton hussy that I was, but I didn’t give a shit. My mouth found his and I closed my eyes and hoped like hell he was down for this. He was.

  His lips slowly caressed mine with lazy licks. I felt his teeth, nipping my bottom lip to bring me into his own signature flavor of seduction. I was a willing partner, parting my mouth to allow him in. The moment his tongue met mine, I felt like my body was on fire with the heat we generated. The molten flames of lust flickered up my legs, my arms and all the way to the top of my head, quickly engulfing me in a complete and overwhelming surge of pure animal lust and need.

  His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, taking a slow and deliberate path southward, and I felt my body mold to his in wanton lust, my sexual instincts now driving every thought and movement to our coupling.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, his hands making quick history of my top and bra, “your fucking taste is intoxicating.” He then took one breast into his mouth, his teeth tugging at a nipple as his tongue laved around it. I was moaning like a whore with every touch, every lick, and every press of our bodies against one another.

  “I need to feel you too, Emmett,” I moaned, tugging at his shirt with one hand, my other groping at his crotch, and loving how the feel of his bulging cock felt beneath his jeans. “Please?” I whined.

  He pushed himself up and off of my body, and I watched with glazed eyes as he ripped off his shirt, and unbuttoned, unzipped and lost his jeans to the floor.

  I admired his beautiful physique, and trust me when I say it was indeed muscular perfection.

  “Like what you see?” he teased, “What’s your favorite part, Olivia?” his tone now dead serious.

  “Your cock,” I breathed, my eyes locked on the beautiful hardness and bulbous head, which glistened with a bead of precum.

  He lowered himself over me, and his arms pulled my shoulders up against his chest as I felt the aroused head of his dick brushing back and forth against my wet slit. He was such a fucking tease, I decided, as I arched my pelvis up against him as revenge. We’d see who could last the longest. I could feel the move I made had emboldened his cock that much more.

  “Fucking greedy bitch,” he groaned, but I felt the smile on his lips, which were mated with mine at the moment. I had sorely misjudged Emmett’s endurance, as he continued rubbing the head of his cock against my hungry pussy, while I squirmed and pumped against him in a frenzy to have him inside of me.

  Finally I caved. “Please Emmett,” I gasped, “I need you inside of me. Now!”

  In one swift movement, he thrust himself inside of my wet pussy balls deep and that’s when I knew this was real. We had crossed a line–I had crossed a line, and I still didn’t care.

  Maybe I was fooling myself, and I was sure that I was. But as Emmett moved inside of me, everything felt so right.

  My nails raked the skin on his back, my toes curled, and with his cock moving inside of me, I screamed his name with each measured thrust. He slowed down the tempo. “I’m afraid I’m going to come,” he whispered hoarsely. “Do not move.”

  As much as I wanted to continue pumping up against him, I tempered my movements because I wanted to come together for some reason. Our fucking was like a melody mating with a harmony. It was a perfect refrain.

  When he finally started moving inside of me again, I knew he had ruined me for any other man. Every single nerve ending in my body was in high alert, the heat building its momentum every second, straight from my core. I moaned my pleasure over and over again, and he was doing the same, whispering my name like a song.

  We moved together in perfect rhythm, our tempo matched, as we fucked harder and harder, our lips melting together, our chests resting against one another so tightly I could count his heartbeats.

  I tried not to scream out his name, because I knew the guys were in the next room over. He kissed me hard and then looked into my eyes as he pumped in and out of me.

  My core clenched tight as I felt the ribbons of pleasure starting to uncoil. Emmett sensed it as his hands cupped the underside of my ass, tilting me upward so that I was at an angle where the head of his beautiful cock throbbed against my sweet spot, over and over again, with every delicious thrust of his hips.

  “Oh God!” I screamed, “I’m coming, don’t stop!”

  He rocked into me again and again, and as my orgasm fully took over, I felt him shiver as his cock throbbed and he pumped his seed into me. It was like our climaxes controlled every reasonable thought, including the fact, there’d been no condom invited to the party. But fuck, I hadn’t cared. I’d carry ten of his kids if he fucked like this and I wasn’t kidding.

  I moaned the last of my release as he gave one more deep thrust, emptying the last of his orgasm into my pussy.

  He collapsed next to me, and our breathing was coming hard and fast. We were gonna need a few moments to get our heart rates down. Finally, I saw in my peripheral vision Emmett raking a hand through his hair.

  Was he having regrets already? It would crush me if that were it.

  “Fuck,” he growled.

  “Don’t worry, Emmett. I’m on the pill,” I said quickly, hoping that was all that was bothering him.

  “Oh fuck, it wasn’t that, though I’m glad you told me. It was just damn. You drained me, woman. You fucking ruined me,” he growled, pulling me back against him, kissing my neck. I shivered.

  As we lay together on the bed, still naked and tangled into each other, his phone rang from the floor, where his jeans laid. He wasn’t going to answer, but it wouldn’t stop.

  “I don’t want to leave this bed, but let me shut my phone off,” he said.

  He reached for his phone. “It’s Ace,” he said, “I better take this.”

  “Hey Bro, I was just telling Olivia the great news,” he said answering the phone, his hand raking through his disheveled hair.

  There was a moment of silence. “What? She’s not due for another few weeks. How long ago?”

  I knew then.

  Stacie had gone into labor and the atrocity of what I had just done came kicking me hard. The last moments I had just shared with Emmett would define the rest of my guilty life.

  Part Two

  Chapter 20

  Emmett

  Shit was getting real. I stood at the end of Stacie�
�s hospital bed, and watched as she put the tiny baby girl up against her chest, a lactation nurse instructing her how exactly to bring the baby on to her breast. Shit, I never knew it was that complicated. Of course, I’d sucked my share of tits, but never expected to get nourishment.

  Hell, where was my mind going with this? That could be my own daughter whose little face was turning red now, scrunching up in anger, after multiple attempts to get her to latch on properly weren’t effective. Of course, Stacie wasn’t one to show much patience, either. I could tell even the nurse was getting frustrated because Stacie wasn’t following her detailed suggestions. She simply kept pressing the back of the baby’s head so that her face was smashed up against her tit. The nurse finally pulled the baby away, and Stacie was pissed.

  “I decided I don’t want to breastfeed,” she announced, “Can you give her a damn bottle please?”

  The nurse held the squalling baby who was now, apparently, just as pissed because her mommy couldn’t deliver the goods.

  “There, there now, sweetie,” the nurse cooed, pressing the bundled baby up against her shoulder and gently patting her back. “Let’s go get you something to eat, precious.”

  Now it was just Stacie and me. I didn’t move any closer, I just looked at her trying to figure out why she didn’t seem to give a shit whether the baby was breastfed or not. I’d heard it was supposed to be much healthier.

  “Well, I can feel that bitch’s judgment. I suppose you’re judging me too, right Emmett?”

  I shook my head, “Not here to judge, Stacie. We got here as soon as we could. Ace said he’ll be up once Olivia relieves Katie.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s right. Fucking Olivia’s mother was way more important than her being here with me while I delivered a nine pound baby all by myself,” she whined.

  “Hey, cut Katie some slack here. You had the baby four weeks early. Besides, you know damn well Liv’s mother has Alzheimer’s and Katie is prepared to deal with that having her own experiences with her patients. Olivia is a vital part of Wasted, it wasn’t some visit to a spa, Stacie,” I snapped.

  “Ohhh… it’s Liv now is it?” she asked, her tone snippy. “Something tells me it’s more than just her vocal abilities that makes her so vital to your band.”

  I wasn’t about to get into a volley of insults and innuendos with Stacie. “So,” I said, trying my best to change the subject, “the baby weighed nine pounds, huh? Isn’t that a bit unusual for a baby born a month early?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “It just so happens, Emmett, that had I gone full term, the baby would have been well over ten or eleven pounds. My doctor says it could be a precursor to Diabetes for me. I mean, my mother has it, so it could mean I’m prone to it as well. It often shows up during a pregnancy, or post pregnancy. My doctor wants to keep a close eye on me.”

  I nodded, and walked over to the window of her room, preparing my next question so as not to set her off. “So, how soon can the doctor perform the DNA testing?”

  “Fuck you!” she yelled, startling me enough that I whirled around to face her.

  “Hey,” I said gently, “I’m just asking. You knew this was in the plan.”

  “My doctor says we can do it at the baby’s two month check-up when my medical card will pay for it. Otherwise, it’s around $900, if you want to go ahead and put the cash out for it, Emmett.”

  “Wait? What?” I asked. This was the first time I heard about any medical card. “When did you get a medical card?” I asked.

  “A while back. It’s covered my doctor and hospital bill, and it will cover the paternity test after two months. It’s called Medicaid, Emmett.”

  I was steamed and Stacie could tell. “The obvious question is what the hell did you do with all the money I’ve been sending you? I mean fuck, that was to cover your doctor visits, wasn’t it? What about the stuff you bought for the baby?”

  She rolled over on her side, so that she wasn’t facing me any longer. “Look Emmett, I squeezed out your nine pound daughter a few hours ago. I’m sore; I’ve got one hell of a headache because of that epidural they gave me. Would you please just leave? I’m not in the mood for an interrogation right now.”

  Just then, Ace and Katie came through the door, so I had no choice but to shut it down. “Yeah, okay, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Hey Ace, Katie,” I said, as I started to head out.

  Stacie perked up now, realizing she had an audience. “Oh by the way, Emmett, our baby girl’s name is Emmie. Get it? It’s a blend using both of our first names. I think it’s pretty cool, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, it is. Get some rest.”

  I wanted to stop by the nursery to get a look at the baby. I wasn’t a total jerk. There was a chance Emmie was mine and I hadn’t even gotten a chance to look at her, much less hold her.

  When I stood outside the glass window where all of the babies were nestled in their respective nursery bins, for lack of a better word, my eyes found her. The nurse was getting her settled in and I tapped on the window. She glanced back, recognizing me from our brief encounter in Stacie’s hospital room. I motioned to the baby, and then pointed back to me. She smiled and nodded, lifting Emmie out of her bin and carried her outside into a small room just off of the nursery.

  “Sorry, Dad, I know you didn’t get a chance to see this beautiful little girl. Would you like to hold her?” she asked.

  “I would,” I said, “But I’m afraid I’ll break her. She’s so tiny even for being a nine pounder.”

  “You won’t break her, I promise,” she replied, “Just make sure to support her head.” She transferred the small bundle over to me, and I held the baby close, studying her little face. Her eyes were open and she seemed alert. She didn’t have a lot of hair, but she wasn’t bald either.

  “She just had a feeding and she did really well.”

  I peered down into Emmie’s face and immediately felt something. However strange and minor, it was something. I stroked the soft skin of her chin with a finger, and then moved to where her hand was balled up into a little fist. “Hey there, Emmie,” I said softly. “I’m so sorry for everything, little girl.”

  It was a strange thing to say, and the nurse probably wondered what the hell was wrong with me, but at the moment, I felt like I owed this little baby an apology. She opened her fist and her fingers wrapped around my index finger, holding on tightly.

  I felt choked up. “Yeah, you stay strong baby girl. You’re gonna need that.” I lowered my face and breathed in her sweet scent. I brushed a soft kiss against her forehead, and handed the baby back to the waiting nurse. “Thank you,” I said, turning quickly and making my exit before she or anyone else noticed the tear that escaped one of my eyes and was rolling down my cheek.

  Chapter 21

  Olivia

  Mom was getting worse and I knew she needed better treatment. My life was spiraling down just as fast as it peaked in that hotel room with Emmett.

  Fuck! Of all the days to become a wanton hussy. I learned quickly that nothing made one feel more worthless than screwing a guy’s brains out only to learn post-orgasm, that the purported mother of his baby went into labor. Add to that Stacie regarded me as her friend, there you have it in all capital letters: S.K.A.N.K.

  How in the hell did I get so caught up in their shit? But was it really their shit? Maybe I should rephrase that question to: How in the hell did I get so caught up in their purported shit?

  Mom knew exactly who I was today. All she had done was bitch me up one side and down the other. I was hoping to rejoice in our good news, about getting a record label, but I think all it did was bring up her past with this Zak shit.

  “Mom, let it go! Can’t you be happy for your daughter?” I asked, not caring that I didn’t try to hide my irritation and exasperation.

  “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, Olivia. On the road, night and day. Women throwing themselves at
guys in the band. Nobody gives a shit about the girl in the band,” she ranted on and on.

  I then had to wonder about that. She’d hit a nerve I didn’t know I possessed. I was the only girl in the band, and I could certainly see girls throwing themselves at all the guys, especially Emmett.

  “You’ll end up being nothing but a whore, Olivia Mason,” Mom yelled at me, shaking her finger in my face.

  What the hell was going on with her? She’d gone from hardly talking and being fairly content to sit passively and watch the birds, to a combative hostile bitch. This was different. I worried her medication was no longer effective.

  “Mom, my last name is Harris, you know that! Please, just calm down. You’re only getting yourself upset.”

  Her face went pale. “Yes, Harris. That’s right. Harris,” she mumbled. She turned around and walked slowly to her chair, suddenly looking like a lost child. I went over to hold her hand.

  “Mom, it’s all going to be okay, just let me get you some help,” I pleaded.

  She looked at me, and I knew she was lost again, but I needed to know. I needed to know what was behind the last name Mason. “Mom, why did you call me Olivia Mason?”

  “What?” she asked confused. “I didn’t call you that,” she said.

  “Yes, you did, Mom,” I pressed, truly wanting an answer as to this first-ever reference.

  She shook her head back and forth slowly, “Well, I don’t know. I’m just tired I think. Please just let me rest.”

  I tapped her hand. “Okay, you rest, Mom. I’m… going to make a phone call.”

  The hospital in town had a mental facility and I needed to get Mom evaluated. She was becoming someone I didn’t know. I was breaking inside because I wished I could enjoy what had happened in Indy, not only about the record label, but most of all because of Emmett.

  He had a baby now, and his priorities would be obvious. Maybe it was best to let it go. We’d been caught up in the moment, I decided.

  “Raising Hope Counseling, this is Debbie. How can I help you?” Her voice was so pleasant that I wished I could go for myself.