With You: A Rock Star Romance (Rocked in Love Book 1)

by Jessica Marlowe

  Emily sighed. “I wish I could give you the same guarantee, Jack, but I can’t. I’m on the pill, and I never forget to take it, and carry it with me at all times, so tomorrow won’t be a problem. All the guys I’ve slept with used condoms every time. When Sully and I got engaged, we stopped using them.” She swallowed hard. “I assume you have plenty of condoms?”

  “Yup, a new box in my suitcase and one in my bag.”

  “Nothing in your pants?” She chuckled. “I thought guys always carried one in their wallet.”

  “Baby, I’ve got plenty in my pants, right here.” Jack grabbed his crotch. “The wallet is a bad place to keep a condom.” He slipped out the one he’d put in his front pocket earlier and waved it at her, whisking it away when she made a grab for it.

  “Tease,” she said.

  “Just you wait until I get you alone.” He kissed her but pulled back before things got out of hand. Again.

  “Where’s your hotel, anyway?”

  Jack leaned over her and hit the intercom. “How much longer?”

  “Keep your pants on,” Jeff barked back. “ETA five minutes.”

  Emily’s laughter filled the limo. “Keep your pants on,” Emily repeated while struggling to breathe.

  When she settled down, he asked, “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” Emily rested her head on his shoulder, still giggling. “You’re a responsible fellow. Never once forgot to rubber up?”

  “No. Never.” At her raised brow, Jack said, “My dad sat me down before I moved out. He said ‘Jack, you need to be responsible, that means using a condom every time, no matter if the girl says she’s on birth control. I know sometimes it can seem like a hassle, but it’s important. You don’t want to catch anything, and you don’t want a kid walking up to you in eighteen years saying “Hi, Dad, nice to meet you.”’ I’ve been safe every time.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, my dad doesn’t mince words. I want kids someday, but ideally after I’m married. I don’t want a child of mine growing up without me. If it ever happened, I’d take full responsibility.”

  J

  Emily tried to settle her mind, but she still saw the flashbulbs going off in rapid succession when they were caught kissing. How did he live like that? Those photographers descended on them like vultures. If Jack hadn’t had the frame of mind to get her into the limo—a shudder tore through her—they would’ve gotten her picture. With Jack McBride. Her brain had been so clouded with lust she hadn’t realized what was happening.

  It was flattering that Jack, hot as fuck musician, wanted her. Emily hoped they did it up against a wall. One night, of what promised to be the best sex she ever had, would have to be enough. Her breasts felt heavy, and a deep need curled low in her belly. Jack smelled of soap and his own musky scent, no cologne. She’d always had a thing for guys in bands, they were so—fuckable. Not that she’d ever slept with any, but it was the stuff of fantasies. Emily wasn’t tired anymore, but she was more aroused than she’d ever been.

  As soon as the limo slowed to a stop, Jack opened the door and helped her out. Emily’s heart thumped in her chest, and her stomach fluttered. Jack’s eyes glittered with lust. With that one look, he undid some of the damage to her self-esteem.

  “Just a sec. I need a word with Jeff.” Jack walked to the driver’s side door as Jeff got out. Jeff nodded curtly, got back in, and pulled away.

  “Hey, Jack, do you have time to sign a few pictures?”

  The muscles in Jack’s neck bunched, and he uttered a silent curse. “Can you give me a minute?”

  Emily nodded.

  Jack smiled and pointed toward the vestibule that housed the elevators. “Wait in there. Sorry.” He smiled, shrugged helplessly, and turned to the voice. “Hey, Anne, I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.”

  Emily walked to the double doors and went inside. Leaning against the wall opposite the elevators, she inhaled deeply and focused on how she was feeling. Calm. Sometimes, the first time could be awkward. Her skin tingled all over in anticipation of Jack’s touch. She checked her reflection in the high-polished steel of the elevator doors: her lips were swollen, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed. For the first time in weeks, she felt beautiful.

  She glanced out the glass doors. Anne was in an animated conversation with Jack. He didn’t appear the least bit uncomfortable. He’d said he loved meeting fans. Needing to be anonymous, Emily didn’t do meet and greets. After that one guy turned creepy, she’d shut down that email account, but she interacted with her readers on her website and through social media.

  Jack handed Anne back the pictures, but they were still talking. Jeez. Come on already. They’d be naked and sweaty by now if she hadn’t interrupted. Interrupted. She’d bet that happened to him a lot. Good thing this was only one night; she definitely couldn’t deal with this. A rush of sadness washed over her. Whoa, stop that. She was about to embark on a wild night of uninhibited sex with the hottest fucking rock star on the planet. Emily groaned. She bet her idea of uninhibited sex was way more inhibited than his.

  The woman handed Jack a piece of paper, and he gave her a brief hug. He turned and jogged toward Emily.

  She pushed away from the wall and hit the up button as Jack opened the door.

  “Sorry about that. Anne’s the president of our unofficial fan club. She and her friends started it almost ten years ago when we were still playing bars in the city. She’ll raffle off those pictures to raise money for the local ASPCA.”

  Jack enfolded her in his arms. His erection pressed into her, so she leaned back and wiggled her butt.

  “Hey, I’m in enough discomfort here.” Jack kissed behind her ear, sending a shudder through her.

  “Sorry.” She wasn’t, so she smiled. “Why don’t you get her better stuff?”

  Jack nipped her earlobe. “Get who, what?”

  “Anne, better stuff, you know, like a—signed jacket or guitar…” Warmth crept up her neck. Jack’s hands hovered on her rib cage.

  He lifted his head. “Hmm, why didn’t I think of that? Oh right, because ninety percent of the blood in my body is in my groin. I thought I was going to pass out.”

  The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Jack ushered her in and hit the button for the thirty-seventh floor.

  He leaned against the back wall. She stayed by the door. Didn’t this thing have air conditioning?

  “Nervous?” Jack asked.

  “What?” Emily met his eyes in the mirrored wall.

  “Are you nervous?” Jack waved his hand between them. “You’re way over there.”

  “No.” Emily stepped back and leaned against the wall next to him.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  She turned to face him. “Well, it occurred to me that we may have very different ideas of what wild, uninhibited sex entails.”

  Jack faced her. “Hey, nothing will happen that you aren’t okay with, I promise.” His arms closed around her, and his chin rested on her head. “Since you brought it up, a wild night of uninhibited sex is just what I need.”

  “Agreed.” Emily went up on tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. Only it didn’t stop there. In a heartbeat she was up against the mirrored wall.

  The elevator dinged, and Jack let her go as the doors opened. No one entered, and Emily sighed in relief. The fewer people that saw them together, the better. Jack adjusted himself and leaned back against the wall.

  Emily looked at their progress: ten floors to go. “Why couldn’t you be on the first floor? Is this a rock star ego thing?” Her voice was strained.

  “First floor is all hotel stuff, check in, boutique, bar, restaurant. It’s not like I’m in the penthouse.” Jack said, his voice equally strained.

  The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Finally.

  chapter

  TWELVE

  Jack ushered her out of the elevator and down the hallway to his room. In a matter of seconds, they were insi
de, the door slammed shut, and he had her up against it.

  Desperate lips crashed together. Hands scrambled to touch bare skin. He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted while her hands lifted the hem of his T-shirt. “Please,” he begged.

  Emily let go and raised her arms, the shirt followed, and he tossed it away. Needing to see her, he fumbled around for the light switch. The soft light of a table lamp cast a warm glow. Holy fuck, black lace and satin. His heart skipped a beat.

  Reaching around, she unclasped her bra and slid the straps off, revealing her perfect breasts. His dick returned to its painfully hard state. He didn’t want to rush this, but he might not have a choice.

  “Your turn.”

  Grabbing a fistful of shirt, he whipped it up and off. Her hands were on him before the shirt hit the floor. She rained kisses over his chest as her hands moved over his abs and down to his belt. This time he didn’t protest.

  Their lips met again. He cupped her breasts, gently kneading her flesh. When his hands hit the button of her jeans, Emily pulled back. “What?” Jack said, gasping for breath.

  She looked down. “Nothing special on, I wasn’t planning on this.”

  Tipping her chin up until their eyes locked, he smiled and kissed her on the side of the mouth. “I don’t care.”

  “You looked like you care. I thought you’d swallow your tongue.”

  “I’ve been imagining what you had on under your clothes all night. Now, I just want you naked.” Popping the button and unzipping her jeans, he mentally prepared himself for granny panties. He wasn’t sure what they were, but he’d heard they were awful.

  Dropping to his knees, he tugged the jeans down. Pink cotton bikini panties with a crocheted edge and a small bow. “I don’t know why you were worried. These are cute.” Hooking his thumbs in the waist, he pulled them down. She gripped his shoulders as she stepped out of them.

  Her scent had been driving him wild all night. “I have to taste you.” Jack leaned in, parting her lips, and his tongue dipped in. Her musky taste intoxicated him. His tongue swirled around her clit before sucking it into his mouth.

  “Jaaack,” she whispered as her fingers tangled through his hair, tugging it. “Yes.”

  She tasted like honey and cream, and he couldn’t get enough. His hands caressed her thighs, but as soon as he felt the raised skin, she tensed and tried to move away. Shit. He rested his forehead on her belly, giving her a gentle kiss. She took a shuddering breath and relaxed her body.

  That was all the invitation he needed. He’d never wanted a woman more. Standing, he kissed her hard as his hands resumed their rightful place on her breasts. Her hands fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, kicked his boots off, and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down and stepped out of them, toeing off his socks at the same time.

  His cock jutted upward, the tip glistening. Her eyes widened, and with a wicked grin, she swiped the bead of fluid off with her thumb. Not breaking eye contact, she raised it to her lips and licked.

  Enough games. Grabbing his jeans off the floor, he fished out the condom, tore it open, and rolled it on. He pushed her up against the door and kissed her roughly. Then she moaned the five sweetest words he’d ever heard.

  “Jack, please fuck me now.”

  He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his neck. In one fluid movement, he thrust into her. “So fucking tight, so wet, baby.” Taking several deep breaths to calm down, he moved her away from the door, settling her back against the wall. He gave her a minute to adjust to him, then withdrew, and thrust into her. Oh damn, she felt so good. She kissed him, biting his lip, which amped up his need. He pounded into her.

  Their tongues thrust to the rhythm of his cock driving into her. He wouldn’t last long at this rate, so he forced himself to slow down. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. Deep green. “So fucking beautiful.”

  “Jaaack,” she whimpered.

  The way she drew out his name excited him further, and his dick hardened even more. “I know, baby.” She needed this as much as he did. She smiled when he thrust faster. He’d spend the rest of his life a happy man making her smile. Trailing kisses to her neck, he whispered, “I can’t hold off much longer.”

  “So close.”

  Needing her to come first, he thrust hard, as he nipped her shoulder. His balls tingled as they pulled up into his sac. She tightened around him, and she cried out as she came. Jack followed, coming in long, hard spurts. Fuck, that was amazing.

  Her legs loosened around his waist.

  “No.” Jack turned so his back was against the wall. He slid down, extending his legs out as his butt hit the floor. Emily straddled him.

  Jack held her as he recovered from the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. Bliss.

  Emily kissed him on the shoulder, neck, jaw, and finally on the lips. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and his dick jerked back to life.

  Her hum of satisfaction had his heart skipping a beat. She fit against him perfectly. Jack was more convinced than ever that they belonged together. As soon as his brain functioned again, he’d figure it out, but for now, he rested against the wall and enjoyed his post sex stupor.

  Emily shifted. “How tall are you?”

  “Six two.” Jack turned his head away to yawn, his arms too comfortable around her to cover his mouth. “Why?”

  Emily leaned back, and his arms tightened around her, not wanting her to move away.

  “Why do you have a”—Emily paused and moved her hand over to an object and tapped her nail on it—“six-foot, acrylic penis filled with condoms in your hotel room?”

  His eyes shot open. “A six-foot what?” Jack tilted his head to the side so he could get a better look. “Elliot. Fucking bastard.”

  “Elliot?” Emily looked at him, eyes sparkling. “Are you saying this is a mold of Elliot’s penis, because no way he could walk around if it was life-sized.” She chuckled. “I know they make kits so guys can make a mold of their junk, but this is ridiculous.” Her body shook as her chuckle turned to full-on laughter.

  “It’s a running joke. Elliot thought it was hysterical when I decided to give up sex temporarily. It started three months ago with a few boxes of condoms on my bed. Then, bigger boxes. Then open boxes with condoms strewn all over. Then he acquired a humongous glass vase and filled it with rubbers. Glass doesn’t travel well, so he’s moved on to acrylics.”

  “Why did you tell him?” Her laughter bubbled out, so she sucked her lips in to stop laughing.

  “I didn’t. Elliot doesn’t miss much. He noticed I wasn’t indulging, and after a week of ‘does it burn when you piss’ jokes, he figured it out. Smartass has been busting my balls ever since. I’ve no idea how he got that in here.”

  “Probably charmed housekeeping,” Emily said, resting her head back on his shoulder.

  “Black, charming? Ha!”

  “He can be. When we hugged, he was charming, in an ‘I’ve been an asshole but not afraid to admit it and apologize’ kind of way. I thought he was sincere.”

  “Jeez, you sound like Siobhan. That wasn’t here earlier when I dropped my stuff off, or I would’ve had it removed to Elliot’s room to remind him he’s not getting any.”

  “He’s an evil genius.”

  “Not a genius, just evil,” Jack said. “I’m glad you think it’s funny.”

  “It’s hysterical.”

  “Wait a minute, they have kits to make a mold of your penis? Why would anyone do that?”

  “So your girlfriend or wife can pleasure herself with a replica of your dick. I think it’s called phallic memories.”

  Jack burst out laughing at the same time his dick hardened at the idea of her using a vibrator molded from his junk.

  J

  Emily pulled back and kissed his lips. He tasted faintly of beer and pizza, and he was a good kisser, not too sloppy or overbearing, and happy to
let her kiss him. Probably because he got a lot of practice. She shoved that thought aside because she didn’t want to think of him with anyone else.

  The sex had been amazing. He’d lifted her like she weighed nothing, and, oh, wall fuck, even better than she’d imagined. Where had he been all her life? Whoa. This was no time for feelings. Her leg ached, and she needed to move, but she was so comfortable and sleepy. She shuddered.

  Jack’s arms tightened around her, and he stroked her back. “Cold?”

  “A little.”

  Jack looked down and smiled. Her eyes followed. Her breasts were squished up against the firm wall of his chest. She quirked a brow as their eyes met.

  “They’re perfect.” He grinned.

  “And they’re real.” She grinned back.

  Grinning turned into kissing, but she didn’t know who made the first move. Didn’t care.

  Still kissing, Jack said, “I need to use the bathroom, and you’re cold, so we should—”

  Emily nibbled his bottom lip gently. Her lips left the warm haven of Jack’s mouth and trailed to his jaw. He was sweet; he could be done now and want her to leave, but instead he was concerned. Oh, right, he had to use the bathroom. “We better get up before…”

  With Jack’s hands on her hips for support, she stood and stretched. She offered her hand to him, and when he folded his large hand around hers, she leaned back and helped him stand.

  As he stood, he pulled her into his arms again and tilted her chin so their eyes met. “Em, that was amazing.”

  Jack was—her brain couldn’t settle on one word—he was all of them. Hot, sexy, nice, handsome, and perfect.

  He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.

  Inexplicably, her eyes filled with tears. She wasn’t normally a crier, but after everything that happened the last three weeks, it seemed her tears had a mind of their own. Emily needed to keep it together. Jack would love to play knight in shining armor, but that would only make it worse when she left. And she was leaving.