Lucas: A Rockstar Romance (The Sinful Seven Series Book 1)

by Connie Lafortune

  “Maybe you should have increased my monthly check, then I could have shopped for something to your liking.” My fists automatically clench at my sides, ready for a fight, when I feel my dad’s hand rest on my shoulder. I know it’s him because he’s the only one who is allowed to touch me.

  “Why don’t you remove the stick out of your ass, Landon? I invited him to come, and he is here. The end.” I’d like to say I can hide the smirk on my face, but why the hell should I? When I glance up and Landon notices it, he turns on his heels and flees like a scolded child.

  “Dad, you don’t have to fight my battles for me. I’m old enough to stand up to Landon.” Although, if I do, he could make my life a living hell.

  “I know you can hold your own, Lucas, but he has no right talking to you the way he does. It’s demeaning and I won’t stand for it. We’re a family and sometimes he just needs to be reminded.” Well, I can’t argue with that.

  “I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s the music coming along?” Dad leaves his arm around my shoulder as we walk in the opposite direction. It’s not the first time he’s asked me, but they’re far and few in between.

  “It’s going great, Dad. I’ve written several new songs and we have a new gig soon. The band and I are working really hard to get a record deal, so keep your fingers crossed for us.”

  “I know you’ll do well, but have you ever thought of just going out on your own? You have a major talent and it seems like you’re doing all the hard work.”

  I’m rendered speechless that he’d even bring this up, at his party no less. “Everyone puts in a ton of work, it’s just that I usually write the songs and the music because I’ve done it all along. But, Jet and Trevor have given me some amazing ideas, too. I like the comradery of a band. Still, I appreciate the vote of confidence.”

  “Just think on it, Lucas. I know many talented agents who’d love to sign you to their label, but only if you ditch the band.”

  Wow, my mother made it very clear not to use my family as a steppingstone, and now my father is practically handing me a contract on a silver platter. But only me. Not the band. Well, fuck that. It’s the four of us or none of us. Period.

  With that, we part ways when he sees his old golfing buddy, Carl. I casually make my way inside the house to wash my hands and use the little boy’s room. I’m passing the library when I hear Landon’s voice whining to my mother. Oh, please. How Old Are You?

  “What I can’t comprehend is why the hell the old man insists on Lucas coming to these family functions. He’ll never fit in with this family.”

  “Believe me, I tried convincing your father a long time ago, but he insisted on giving his bastard child his surname and a stable home. How the hell do you think I feel, knowing his real mother was nothing but a barroom singer? A mediocre one at that.”

  Laughter echoes off the walls of the library as I stumble forward without conscious thought. I numbly walk into the room, startling my mother and Landon. This was the same room in which my father read to me as a child. What a joke. My life as I know it has been one big lie.

  Shock paints their faces as I cram my trembling hands inside my pants pockets. My heart’s thundering inside of my chest at this new turn of events. If what they say is true, I’m ecstatic her blood doesn’t run through my veins.

  I see red when Landon holds up his hands in surrender. “It’s a little too late to wave the white flag, Landon. I want you to call Dad right now. He has some explaining to do.”

  The woman I once knew as my mother interjects. “Lucas, we can discuss this like adults without involving your father!”

  “Landon, call him, now!” I scream. My so-called mother shakes her head in a panic when Landon reaches for his phone.

  “Lucas, please. I beg you, this is not the time and place to dredge up the past.”

  “Really, Mother? I think it’s the perfect time since you and Landon were the ones who brought up my barroom whore of a mother. Call him now or I will find him somewhere on the grounds and confront him in front of all of his influential guests.”

  Landon and his mother steal glances back and forth as I patiently wait to find out my fate. I want to run, pull my hair out by the roots and drown in a bottle of Jack. But I won’t do anything of the kind until I get answers from my father.

  “Lucas, walk with me.” My dad’s voice. I’m so out of it, I didn’t even hear him enter the room. Once again, his hand rests on my shoulder, only this time, he squeezes for a bit of reassurance that I do not feel. Taking a deep breath, I turn to confront him as his hand falls from my shoulder.

  “Is it true? Am I the illegitimate bastard from a one-night drunken stupor at a dive bar? Fuck! Why didn’t you have the balls to tell me when I was old enough to understand? Anything would have been better than being treated like a leper and feeling like I don’t belong. Who is she? Who is my real mother? I have the right to know!”

  “Yes, you do, but this is not the time to discuss something of this magnitude.”

  “The hell it’s not. Landon and my so-called mother thought it was the perfect time to make me the laughingstock of the family. The funny thing is I’m fucking ecstatic that I don’t share one ounce of her tainted blood!” I point at Mrs. Knight and she instantly turns pale. Her lips tremble, her eyes well, and I believe she’s going to cry. Either that or she’s one hell of an actress.

  “Lucas, listen to me. We can discuss this once you’ve calmed down.”

  Fuck! I need time to let this all sink in. Otherwise, I’ll go bullshit on everyone’s ass.

  “You know what, you can all go fuck yourselves for all I care. I’m out of here. Don’t bother chasing after me. I’m so done.”

  I go racing out of the room like a demon possessed as my name escapes my father’s lips. Too little too late to care now, Dad. It’s as if the valet already knows to have my car waiting when I burst through the front doors.

  Good man.

  I slam the door closed, start the engine, and I’m flying down the shadowy driveway at sixty miles an hour. The only thing that will make this shitshow tolerable is pussy.

  ***

  Abby

  Thanks to my friends, I didn’t get home until two in the morning. Yep, and my alarm went off at five since I opened today. I’m dragging ass, but it was worth it since I know they got home safe and sound. I hope they appreciate it since they’ll be sleeping the day away while I’m busting my ass.

  My only consolation is that Saturday morning isn’t normally busy, since most people sleep in and do their shopping and errands later in the day. The lunch crowd, however, is always a bitch. Today is no exception.

  Once I’m able to relax again, my eagerness to get home and crash in bed overwhelms me. Just a few more hours. In fact, I’m dreaming about my bed as I hold up the counter. Come on clock, move your ass!

  “Girl, you look exhausted. Did you tie one on last night or what?” Maria with her inquiring mind notices my sluggish behavior.

  I’m leaning against the counter with a coffee clutched tightly in my hand. I swear I just caught myself snoring. “Not me. I bailed out my girls last night since they got too drunk to drive. It’s all good, that’s what friends are for.”

  “You’re a good friend, Abby. I would have called an Uber and let them deal with it, but that’s just me. Everyone knows not to mess with my beauty sleep.” I don’t believe her for a hot second.

  “Only a few more hours and I can go home and crash. I got this. It’s not the first time I’ve been a zombie on shift and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

  “Look, you’ve helped me out a million times. Since I’m closing, if you want to leave we can handle it. Lunch crowd is over and now it’s just going to be the stragglers coming in. Go home. Get a jump start on your day off.”

  “Are you sure? You don’t mind?” When she says no I give her a great big hug, grab my keys, and head out the door just in case she changes her mind. That’s how exhausted I am.

  I race home,
jump in the shower, and in less than twenty minutes I’m curled up in my bed. I’m just dozing off when there’s a knock on my door.

  No, this can’t be happening! I’ll ignore them.

  Unfortunately, they persist and I’m afraid it will piss off my neighbors since they’re determined to get my attention. Great, so much for catching up on my beauty sleep.

  I check my phone as I’m stumbling to the door. No one’s texted. That’s weird. I check the peep hole ‘cause I’m in my damn pajamas. My heart stops. I shouldn’t open the door, but my heart won’t let me ignore him. Slowly, I unlock it and pull it open.

  Lucas rushes in and in a matter of seconds I’m pushed against the wall with my hair fisted in his hand. His mouth captures mine and I moan.

  Sleep is so overrated.

  “Sexy jammies, Abby. But they won’t last very long since my cock is throbbing and I want to be inside your hot cunt.” Oh my God. I’m already wet from his kiss and his dirty mouth just sends me over the edge.

  I’m flush against the wall as he grabs my wrist in one of his talented hands and immobilizes them above my head. He lets go of my hair, yanks my bottoms down, and plunges two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” I can taste the liquor on his breath when he swallows my moans, but I don’t care. I’m desperate for this man and I never want him to stop. His talented fingers play my body like the strings of his guitar and I unravel in his arms.

  “Oh god, oh god…”

  “Come all over my fingers, baby. Then you’re going to come all over my tongue. Just the way you like it. I’m starving for your pussy, baby. You taste so fucking sweet.” I detonate around his fingers like a woman possessed. Pulsing, rocking, grinding, twitching any way I can so it’s more. I want it all.

  My knees are about to buckle and my thighs are drenched with my release. When Lucas drops to his knees, I cry out, “Let’s go to bed…” He lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder, pinching and biting my ass all the way to my bedroom. My heart is pounding and so is my adrenaline. They always say when someone is drunk they tell you the truth. My god, if this is how he feels.

  He rips my top off as we near the bed. I’m naked since my bottoms fell to the floor near the front door. Using the palm of his hand, he backs me up against the bed and I sit. He drops to his knees, unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his jeans. His tongue darts out and glides up my inner thighs. Left to right. Right to left. Up and down. My body’s trembling by the time he reaches the part where I want his mouth the most. He inhales, and I come undone.

  “Just like I said, so sweet and all mine,” he whispers, as his mouth latches onto my clit. Fuck me!

  His tongue is just as talented as his fingers. He laps, licks, and thrusts into me. Using his tongue as if it were his cock fucking me. I gladly fist my hands in his hair while riding his tongue, not that he needs any direction. He hits every damn spot and some I never even knew existed. “Yes, yes, YES, I’m gonna come all over your face.” And I do.

  I’m in a state of euphoric bliss when Lucas climbs up my body, leans on his elbows, and scrutinizes me. I do the same. He’s so close I can see the gold and green flecks in his irises. He’s gorgeous and melancholy. He glides his tongue over his bottom lip and then his mouth slants over mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it’s just another turn on for me. This kiss is gentle, unlike anything I’ve ever had from him before. I kinda like it.

  “God, you’re so beautiful, baby. So good. Too good for a fuckup like me.” Tears spring to life but I’ll never let them fall.

  With his mouth still on mine, he thrusts inside of me and makes love to me. It’s the only way to describe it. The troubled man that showed up at my door is now calm. I’d like to think that it was me who calmed the savage beast.

  8

  Lucas

  Nothing, and I mean nothing, could heal this ache that takes up residence in the center of my chest. Believe me, I tried. Showing up at Abby’s apartment last night was a big mistake on so many levels. She’s sweet and kind, and l used her for my own selfish reasons. She’s too good for me. I know this, but I can’t stay away! When I’m with her, she calms my mind in ways that no one’s ever done before. And, if you knew anything about me at all, you’d know that’s some serious shit. Hanging out with the band would have been more productive, but I know my pissy ass mood would have rubbed off on all of them. So I did what I do best, I sought the most vulnerable woman I know, and I used her body for my pleasure. My only consolation is she was a willing participant.

  I always thought that I, Lucas Knight, had the world by the balls. It turns out that the world sucks ass, so why the fuck should I care? My phone hasn’t stopped all night and I don’t need to look at it to know who it was. My father. Good ole dad. The man who just turned my life upside down. Truth be told, I was just too pissed and sucker-punched to get any actual answers before I stormed out the door.

  Saturday at the Knight household turned out to be a confession, of sorts. Apparently, it started out as a private bitch fest, which I just so stumbled upon.

  Oh, lucky me!

  Now the cat’s out of the bag and if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say they’re scurrying around like a pack of rats, trying to fix what they just fucked up. How could they? What’s done is done and once I’ve calmed down and can begin thinking rationally again, I’ll confront the man who thought it was best to lie to his own flesh and blood.

  So, for now, I’m going to get shitfaced until I can’t stand up. The reason why I’m not answering my texts or checking my voicemails. It’s my god-given right to get blitzed after the bombshell that blindsided me.

  So fuck off.

  I trip up the stairs to my rooftop paradise and just pray I don’t plummet five stories to the pavement below. It would also be helpful if I could hold my bottle of Jack upright without spilling a fucking drop. Then, I just might get a buzz on. I’m guessing I should have left the cap on, but it’s too little too late now. Hell if I’m going back downstairs.

  After slumping into my chair, I tip back the bottle and take a long pull. The burn going down is a constant reminder that I’m still alive, but I know the heat low in my belly is a warning sign of what’s yet to come. Closing my eyes, my lids act as a movie screen as I replay what happened yesterday afternoon on repeat. Fuck, why couldn’t I have walked into the house just ten minutes later? Maybe then the library would have been empty and their conversation long over.

  But no! I had to strut into the room like I belonged there and demand a meeting with my father. What did I expect? That he was going to deny what they claimed was a lie? That my perfect life would go on and I would forget everything? Unfortunately, he didn’t confirm or deny but wanted to talk in private. That alone is proof that what they said is true.

  I’m the illegitimate bastard of my father’s affair… or one-night stand. Whatever the fuck it was. With a nightclub singer, no less. Hey, mystery solved. At least now I know where I get my ‘pipes’ from. I’d laugh, but nothing about this new revelation is funny. I tug on my hair, hoping to wrench such morbid thoughts from my brain while swigging the amber liquid that sloshes inside the bottle. Hey, at this rate, I’ll be flat on my ass in no time. The last coherent thought I have on that lonely rooftop is how my life is about to change. Then the darkness pulls me under and the bottle slips through my fingers.

  When my eyes open wide, the scene that unfolds in front of me is lustful debauchery at its finest. For as far as the eye can see, bodies gyrate, thrust, and plunge. Cocks impaling, mouths devouring and fingers exploring unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed before. Whispered moans and screams of ecstasy echo into the night, and I’m both mesmerized and frozen in place. Until a hand reaches for my zipper, slides it down, and grabs my cock. I’m intrigued and aroused when I look down to see my hard cock throbbing in a man’s hand. My subconscious mind realizes this isn’t real. It’s not really happening. It’s just a dream. A fucking nightmare to be exact, so why am I being su
cked into this lascivious exhibition?

  Warm, wet heat instantly wraps around my cock and I close my eyes for a brief second. Afraid and ashamed to see whose mouth feels so fucking good? Man or women? A shudder courses up and down my spine when a quick glance confirms it’s a woman. She’s sucking me so good while a man fucks her hard and fast from behind. I fear if I don’t move now, I’ll be stuck in this loop forever.

  The moment I start running, the scene changes. I’m now in a nightclub where the booze flows like water. In the distance I can hear a sultry voice singing about Salvation. I spin around in circles, searching for her because I know without a doubt it’s my mother. As soon as her eyes land on mine, the scene fades and I’m pulled into the abyss between the living and the dead.

  “Lucas, what the fuck man? Wake up or we’re calling 911.” Now that gets my attention.

  My head’s pounding when I slowly open my eyes. The first thing I see is Jet’s ugly mug in my face. Then nothing but shadows. Am I still dreaming?

  “Let’s get his sorry ass downstairs. He’s got some explaining to do.”

  Nope, guess not. Jet sounds pissed. When I focus, I’m still on the roof and the day has now turned into night.

  “Go easy on him, guys,” Willow says. “I’ll let his dad know we found him and he’s okay.”

  Now that really gets my fucking attention.

  I reach out, giving Jet a helluva shove to the chest, stand up, and scrub my hands down my face. Fuck, my head hurts. I whirl around and can’t help noticing everyone glaring at me. Willow looks disappointed and I can’t say I blame her. “I don’t want anyone calling my father to tell him anything. Got it?”

  “Look, we know something went down, but he wouldn’t tell us what happened,” Jet says. “He’s leaving that all up to you. Your story and all.”

  ***

  Abby

  My bed was empty when I woke up this morning. I expected that. Clearly, something was bothering Lucas last night, and I was just a distraction. I should be pissed, but I’m thankful he came to me instead of picking up one of the slutty girls from the club. Yeah, I go to the clubs from time to time, but I sure as hell don’t fuck someone in the bathroom stalls. That’s not my style. But those girls are desperate and Lucas is available and so there’s that. Sometimes, I think they go there on purpose, hoping he struts in and chooses one of them for the night.