Rock Mayhem: 8 Complete Rock Star Romance Novels

by Candy J. Starr

  The sweet scent of her mixed with the smell of the woods, clean and piney. That smell made me even hornier. God, I wanted her. My cock hardened, pressing against her. I fought against its urging to take her, right here, and screw the consequences. But I knew I had to take it slow, even while my tongue probed her mouth.

  She gripped me tight, her fingers digging into my skin.

  Eventually, we stopped.

  "Let's get back," I said.

  She nodded.

  We rushed back down the hill to the cabin. I sure as hell didn't want to linger any longer than necessary. I wanted to be alone with her, without any pesky woodland animals spying on us.

  I let her go in front of me.

  "Turn right at the bottom of the hill," I said.

  My motives weren't pure. I liked watching her butt as she walked. Although, the more I watched her, the more painful it became for me to walk. My head filled with fantasies of what I wanted to do to her, and my pants filled with my ever-stiffening cock.

  She reached the bottom of the hill and stopped.

  "Right," I said again.

  But instead, she turned and kissed me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips teasing over mine.

  "Hey, careful," I laughed. "Unless you want me to take you in the woods, on this uncomfortable trail, you'd better take it easy."

  She laughed. "I thought you'd be into that kind of thing. The outdoor sex and all that."

  "You thought about how I'd like fucking? That makes me so happy."

  She blushed. I loved the way she blushed. She could act all hardcore rock chick but that blush gave away her tenderness inside.

  "How far back to the cabin?" she asked.

  "Not long now that we're back on the proper trail. We could run."

  I'd said it as a joke but she grabbed hold of my hand and ran. The trail wasn't wide enough for us to run side by side but she kept hold of my hand. The wind whipped around us and, as the smell of the forest became stronger. But most of my attention was focused on her.

  I don't know how she'd captured me like she had but I hadn't even looked at another woman since I'd met her. Not even thought of anyone else. She'd feared falling from the peak but I'd fallen much harder.

  When we got to the cabin, her tits heaved from the effort. That was all the reward I needed. I pushed her inside. The kitchen had been laid out with food but I was hungrier for Alice than anything.

  We kissed again. We kissed like school kids discovering kissing for the first time. Long, hungry kisses, mixed with touches and caresses. Letting our passion build. I drank her in, never wanting this to end.

  We moved from the living room to the bedroom, still fully clothed. My longing for her became so strong but I wanted to hold back. This wasn't a race and I didn't want to overwhelm her.

  My mouth moved from her lips to her neck. I kissed her softly but each kiss got a soft moan from her. I kissed her harder, biting her neck with soft nips. The moans got louder and, with each bite, she arched her back.

  Hell, she looked gorgeous like that. The lust in her eyes made them sparkle. Her fingers scratched down my back. She wanted more but I wanted that longing to build up. I'd wanted to give her a day she'd never forget, and that didn't come by rushing.

  She toyed with the hem of my t-shirt, slowly inching it up. Then she took her mouth to my stomach, brushing her lips against the skin. I thought my cock would burst. Waiting was a good plan but, when she did that, I ached to put it in her.

  Instead, I pushed her onto her back and kissed her again. This time, I didn't hold back. She didn't either. Her fingers stopped tracing my skin, the soft touch turning to full-on scratching.

  Her hips rocked against mine. Hell, I'd be lucky if I didn't blow before I got it out of my jeans with her doing that.

  I turned my attention to her tits. I didn't' want to go straight for the prize but I was only human. I needed to get my mouth on those nipples, that strained against her top.

  Her top came off in one easy movement and I unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down over her arms. And they were even more magnificent than I'd imagined. I needed to taste them, to feel them but first I just wanted to look.

  Before I could look too long though, she grabbed my neck and pulled my head to her nipple. What could I do but oblige?

  Alice

  A SENSIBLE VOICE IN the back of my head told me this was the stupidest thing I could do. I told that voice to shut up though. What was the point of being sensible when all these amazing sensations rippled through my body?

  I almost screamed out as he sucked on my nipple. The pleasure of his mouth jolted through me. My leg wrapped around his, drawing his body closer to mine. I needed to feel his hard cock pressing against me. My juice box overflowed, the wetness saturating my panties and soaking through my jeans.

  As he suckled harder, I bucked against him. What was he waiting for? I needed him. I needed my clothes off and his skin against my heated flesh. Mostly, I needed that craving inside me satisfied. I had no thought for anything but my pleasure. The walls of my insides clenched as the pressure of his mouth increased.

  Then he bit, just a gentle squeeze but the pressure of his teeth against my rock-hard nipple made me scream. A cry of pure pleasure.

  I tugged at his t-shirt, wanting it off him. Now.

  His arms got tangled as I tried to get it off him. As he pulled it off, I felt lost without him against me. That didn't last for long though and the pleasure intensified with the sensation of his skin against mine.

  I reached for his zipper but he pushed my hand away.

  "Not so fast."

  "Fast? This is not fast. This is way too slow." I gasped out the words between squeals of delight.

  He laughed at me.

  "God, you're gorgeous," he said.

  "Hardly."

  "You are so fucking hot for me. I want to save that forever."

  As he said it, his hand moved down between my legs. That stopped all thought processes from happening, so I didn't answer. I bucked and writhed against his hand. He couldn't just put it there and not move it. The weight of it on my thigh pulsated.

  I bit him to hurry him up. As I did, he pressed his hand against my pussy. There was that whole layer of denim though. That wasn't doing me any good. The seam road against my slit, making me hotter but it would never give me the release his hand could.

  "Tell me you want me, Alice."

  "I want you." I wasn't going to argue. If that's what it took, I'd tell him a hundred times. Anything to get those fingers moving. "I want you. I want my jeans off and I want your hand doing a lot more than that."

  He looked down at me with that roguish smile. Then I heard the zipper of my jeans being undone. He peeled them over my thighs and down my legs. My panties came off just as quickly.

  The feeling of his breath on my thighs made me shiver. I'd expected him to use his fingers but instead, he pressed his mouth against me. I moaned, barely breathing, in anticipation of what he'd do next.

  Slowly, he licked his tongue along my slit. How he could stand to go so slowly was beyond me. I had no patience.

  He gently opened me up and moved his tongue deeper inside me. My hips raised to meet him. As he licked me, my moans became louder. The things he did with his mouth shot fire through my body. I'd never known it could be so good. I wanted his body close to me but I also didn't want him to stop what he was doing.

  I grabbed for him, clutching handfuls of his hair in my fists. As I reached the brink of pleasure, I couldn't stand it any longer. My body was too frail to hold all the delicious pleasure he gave me. I'd fracture into pieces, exploding into an orgasmic bliss. Instead, I bucked and writhed. Wanting more pressure but wanting to get away, the sensation so good it was almost painful.

  He grabbed my hips, steadying me as he sucked my clit into his mouth. I screamed. Pleasure blasted through my body. The whole world turned black. I might've shouted. I might've sworn. I might've done anything but I had no awareness of anyt
hing but that spot between my legs.

  Before I'd recovered, he'd squirmed up beside me, his fingers running over my stomach. Every tickle added intensity to the waves thrashing through my body.

  Then, finally, he took off his jeans. I felt for him, wanting the weight of his cock in my hands, but he was inside me before I could.

  As he slid his cock inside, the pulsating walls of my vagina gripped him tight. I raised my legs, wanting him balls deep inside me. then held my breath waiting for that first thrust.

  He hovered above me, grinning.

  "You feel so good," he said.

  I could only grin back.

  Then he slammed his cock in, hard and fast. I cried out. Again and again, with each thrust. He was the best. I needed him inside me forever. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me firm as he moved. I clawed at his back and whimpered.

  As he thrust harder, another wave of pleasure built inside me. I'd never come just from fucking before but then I'd never been fucked like this. The thought of coming on his cock excited me all the more.

  Bam, the world exploded again. This was magic. Like all the good things in life rolled into one.

  He lunged hard inside me, one final time, before collapsing onto my chest, his head buried between my tits. We both lay exhausted, entangled in each other. I didn't want to ever move away from him.

  Savage

  SHE SLEPT IN MY ARMS, exhausted. I couldn't sleep though. I wanted to hold her tight. Things like this didn't last. I could push that thought far from me but it didn't make it go away.

  The only thing I could do was try to rearrange her image of me into a person who deserved to be beside her. If it was for a day, for a month or years, I could only accept that.

  No matter what, it would end. She'd come to hate me.

  She stirred beside me and I kissed her forehead.

  As she woke up, confusion flittered across her face. Then she smiled. That smile was the sweetest thing I'd seen in a long time. You couldn't put a price on a smile like that. I brushed the hair from her face.

  "I'm starving," she said. "Is there any food in this place?"

  "There sure is."

  I got up and took her by the hand. We headed to the kitchen.

  "Oh my God. It's a miracle," she said when she saw the spread set up. "Where did this food come from?"

  "The food fairies."

  The fridge had been stocked with cheeses and meats. Fruits and other food covered the bench.

  I laughed. We stood in the kitchen, eating. Not even bothering to put the food on plates but eating it with our fingers. Alice stuffed her mouth full of berries.

  "Want a drink? We have wine, beer, a heap of other options."

  "Juice?"

  "Well, yeah, there's that too." I got one myself too because I had to drive back to the city, eventually.

  I didn't even want to think about leaving here. It'd been so perfect, disconnected from the world with just the two of us in existence. I didn't understand it but I knew this thing between us was more than just a fling. And I knew that when the inevitable happened, it'd kill me inside.

  I grinned at her. She leant against the bench, naked. We'd been in too much of a hurry to dress again. I ran my finger along her collarbone, and her breath caught. The chewing stopped. She responded so quickly.

  Soon, all thought of eating disappeared as I lifted her onto the counter. We kissed again, her mouth tasting of the tart berries.

  Then I trailed kisses down her body. I loved the soft fleshiness of her.

  She wrapped her legs around me, holding me close to her body. I kept kissing her. I wanted to kiss every inch of her body. I wanted to make her eyes shine with unresolved desire again. And, more than anything, I wanted to hear those guttural moans she made.

  As my head moved to her inner thighs, the moans started. Her thighs were slick with wetness. Even if I wanted to take this slow, I couldn't. Not this time. I needed to have my cock inside her, fast.

  Alice

  I WANTED TO LAY IN his arms, basking in the afterglow forever. Well, not forever, because there's only so long you can bask before you need to have more sex to bask from. Savage had totally won me over. I was sated, yet totally in need of him again.

  "We should get back home," he said.

  "No."

  He looked as sad as I felt. Neither of us wanted to go back to our real lives but we had to. And hell, if I had any more sex, I'd never walk again. I ached in all the right places. Well, some of the not right places too. My inner thighs had never had such a workout.

  I gathered up my things.

  "What are you doing with the leftover food?" I asked.

  "Someone will come and clean it up."

  I went into the kitchen and packed a container with as much food as I could.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Snacks for the trip home."

  He shook his head. "I've never met a woman who loved food as much as you."

  "That's probably because you date models. Most of them would love food if they didn't pop a ton of pills."

  "Well, technically I never dated them."

  What did he mean by that? Was I just another woman he technically didn't date? This was one of the reasons I didn't want to return to the city. I'd be running over every word he said, analyzing every single thing. I hated doing that kind of thing but I couldn't help myself.

  I napped on the car ride home. I hadn't had much sleep and as much as I wanted to stay awake and keep Savage company, my head lolled to the side. A few times, my eyes opened and I'd study Savage's profile and smile. He really was a good-looking man. Maybe a bit too good looking but then it wasn't like this would last. If it did, I might start getting some complexes.

  He hadn't mentioned anything about what we'd do when we got back to the city. Did he want me to stay over at his house? I'd have to go home eventually. For one thing, I needed a change of clothes.

  Maybe he just wanted to ditch me anyway. Was this just a one-day thing? I still had to work with him and that could end up being super awkward.

  My eyes shut again. The container of food sat on my lap, untouched.

  The next time I woke, it was because of my phone. Where the hell had I put it? I'd thrown it in my bag before we'd left but my sleep befuddled brain couldn't find it. By the time I found it, the ringing had stopped.

  It was Eleanor. I called her back.

  "Molloy wants to reschedule," she said.

  "Huh?" I had no idea what she was talking about. Then my brain began to wake. "Oh, Molloy. When?"

  She gave me the details.

  "I'm out of the city," I said. "It will take what? About an hour to get back. Then I need to get changed and stuff. But yeah, I can see him then."

  I guess that solved the question of what would happen when we got back.

  "You're ditching me to see another man?"

  I thought he was joking but that tone was deadly serious.

  'It's work."

  I folded my arms. I didn't need to justify myself. I needed to do this and hell, it was Kit Molloy. I'd wanted to meet him forever. Even if he had stood me up last time.

  "I guess you have to make time if for a 'real' rocker."

  Wow, where had this bitterness come from? It wasn't like I'd said anything to make him think that. Was Savage jealous? I shot him a sideways glance. He definitely had a scowl on his face. What did expect me to do, though? Knock back a work opportunity?

  Then he gave me a grin, his whole face changing.

  "You're right. It's a work thing. You don't really have much choice. It's a pity though, I was hoping you'd hang around when we got back."

  I sighed. "I guess we need to sleep some time."

  "True, sleep would be good. And we're spending tomorrow together."

  The plan was for me to go to the rehearsal studio with Savage.

  "Yeah, but that's work, not pleasure."

  I actually worried how I'd keep my mind on the job at the studio. It wasn't li
ke we could get hot and heavy with all those people around. I'm sure we could keep our pants on for a few hours, though.

  "It'll be pleasure once rehearsal's over," he said.

  I grinned.

  Savage

  THAT JEALOUS SPURT even surprised me. I didn't know where it came from. As soon as she mentioned Molloy's name, a rush of bitterness flooded through me. That's what she wanted. She'd made no bones about it from the start. She thought Molloy was legit and I wasn't.

  But I was the one she'd spent the day with. And what a day. Molloy could hardly compare with that. As soon as I realized I was being an idiot, and making her pissy with me to boot, I forced a smile on my face.

  When we got back to my place, she decided to take her car and go straight home. We kissed, a kiss that lingered, until she forced herself away from me.

  As she drove away, sadness swamped me. I'd see her tomorrow but things would be different. The glow would have worn off. Everyday distractions would dull it and she'd start thinking of all the arguments against me. Being with Molloy wouldn't help that.

  Nothing I could do about that, though.

  I went inside and sat alone in my big house. I tried to distract myself by watching TV but nothing appealed. I wondered how long her meeting with Molloy would go. If I called her after an hour or two, I'd look like I was keeping tabs on her. But hell, I wanted to keep tabs. Tabs were underrated. I only wanted to make sure she left that meeting alone.

  Alice didn't strike me as the kind to go from one man's bed to another, but who knew? I knew nothing about that type.

  I wandered through the house, going from room to room, looking for something to do. That's the pathetic man I'd become. Maybe I should hit the gym. Anything was better than imagining her in Molloy's arms.

  After a couple of hours hard workout, I dripped with sweat and every muscle ached. All I wanted was to take a shower and fall into bed... with Alice.

  Surely, she wouldn't still be with Molloy. I could call her. Or text her. But that would seem like I was checking up on her. If I hadn't had that jealous fit in the car, I might get away with it but I'd shown my hand. Now I had to cool it off.