My Night with a Rockstar

by Mankin, Michelle

  He inched closer, forcing me back against the counter. I glanced over his shoulder, but everyone was busy talking and laughing. From over there, I doubted anyone would be able to see just how intimate we were standing.

  “One night,” he leaned in, breathing the words against my lips. “Let me have one night.”

  But it wouldn’t only be one night.

  If Levi felt even half of the connection between us that I felt, one night would never be enough. He’d feed off my natural instinct to want to fix people.

  And I’d let him.

  Because God, did I want to fix him.

  I wanted to get in his head, under his skin. I wanted to learn all of Levi’s secrets and find out what made him tick. I wanted to dismantle him, scar by scar, mistake by mistake, and then I wanted to rebuild him piece by piece.

  But you couldn’t fix someone who hadn’t begun to fix themselves.

  I knew that better than most.

  “Levi, get over here. Eva’s Mom was just telling us how her favorite Dolly Parton song is Jolene and I was telling her how you do a fucking epic cover of that,” Hudson said.

  Levi grumbled beneath his breath, but he didn’t take his eyes off me.

  “You should go,” I whispered. “They want you.”

  “And what about what I want, huh?” His brow lifted, the intention in his eyes so clear my heart fluttered wildly in my chest.

  “Levi—”

  “Coming,” he growled, tearing himself away from me.

  My hands shot out behind me to steady myself, as I dragged a shaky breath into my lungs.

  He wasn’t going to let this go. I’d seen it in his heated gaze.

  Levi Hunter wanted me.

  Maybe almost as much as I wanted him.

  I’d made a promise to myself though, a promise not to make the same mistake twice.

  But as my father liked to constantly remind me, I never was very good at keeping promises.

  Levi managed to keep his hands, and words, to himself after that. We’d sat for hours, listening to the band regale Eva’s parents with stories of how they came to be one of the rock bands of the moment.

  Rafe always kept Eva close. They were constantly touching. A hand on her knee or her hand around his arm. They were so freakin’ cute.

  Eventually, as the night wore on, our group got smaller. The Walkers retired to their room first, wishing everyone goodnight. Rafe and Eva walked them out. Damon was next. He was the quietest of the four Black Hearts boys. Pensive and considerate, his was an old soul in a young, ridiculously hot body. He drew his fair share of attention from both the fans—dubbed the Die Hearts—and the press, but it was usually less scandalous than his bandmates’.

  “I’m going to call it a night too,” Letty said. “Coming?” she asked me.

  “Yeah, I’m going to finish my drink and clean up a bit, then I’ll be down.”

  Hudson smirked at me as if he knew I was lying. “If you need a helping hand with clean up duties,” he said, standing, “I’m sure Levi would love to help you out.”

  “Hud,” Rafe warned.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll behave. I’m going to get some sleep. See you in the morning.” He gave Molly a salacious grin before stalking down the hall to his bedroom.

  “I... uh, I think I’m going to go bed too.” She got up.

  “Your own bed, right?” Eva gave her a knowing look.

  “Don’t hate me. I’m weak.”

  “Weak for Ryker’s dic—”

  “Levi,” Rafe barked.

  “Just be careful, Mol.”

  “Don’t worry, I know what this is.” She said goodnight and hurried after Hudson, not even trying to be discreet about it.

  “I’m tired too,” Eva said around a big yawn. “Take me to bed?” She gazed up at Rafe as if he hung the moon.

  My heart clenched. I’d been her once. Young and hopelessly in love.

  And then everything had fallen apart.

  “Night.” She gave me a small wave.

  “Night.” I got up and started cleaning up the pizza boxes and empties, not sparing Levi a second glance.

  All night, we’d danced around each other. If our eyes clashed across the room, he held my gaze, daring me not to look away.

  I did though.

  Every single time.

  So why are you still here?

  It would have been easy to retreat to my room and avoid him again. But something had changed. Maybe it was the one too many beers coursing through my veins or watching Eva and Rafe all night. I missed that, I missed it so much. The closeness, the intimacy. I didn’t miss all the shit that came with it, but how could you not miss feeling being the center of someone’s world, even if it was only for a moment.

  The more I cleaned, the more antsy I became. I needed to go, I needed to stay strong and keep my promise to myself.

  But the second Levi’s hand slipped around my waist, I knew it was all for nothing. “Stop,” he said, turning me slowly in his arms.

  Levi leaned into me, forcing me against the counter again, just like he’d done earlier. “Finally,” he breathed the words with so much desperation and hunger, as if he had been waiting forever for this moment, it made my blood run hot.

  “Levi, wait...” I pressed my hands against his chest, and a low groan rumbled in his chest.

  “Don’t get cold feet now, intern. We both know why you’re still here.”

  “One night,” I said, as if it was that simple.

  As if one night would be closure on whatever existed between us.

  “One night to rock your world.” A wicked smirk pulled at his mouth. “That I can do.”

  Rolling my eyes, I smothered a giggle. Just then, a door opened somewhere in the suite and we both froze. Levi cussed under his breath, frustration rolling off him. My fingers curled into his t-shirt, hoping whoever it was only needed the bathroom and not something from the kitchen.

  But Rafe appeared around the corner, stalling when he saw us. “Eva wanted a drink.”

  “Of course she did,” Levi said, making no effort to move.

  “Everything okay here?”

  “Phoebe?”

  Levi’s question caught me off guard and I stuttered over my reply. “Everything’s fine.”

  “Okay then.” Rafe drilled his brother with a hard look, and something passed between them. “Get some rest, we have a busy few days ahead.”

  Levi snorted at that, watching as Rafe walked off.

  “He only cares,” I said, sensing his irritation.

  “Cares that I’m going to ruin everything again.”

  “Are you?” The words spilled from my lips.

  “The only thing I’m going to ruin, is you...” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over mine. “In the best possible way.”

  Holy. Crap.

  I squeezed my thighs together, embarrassed at the visceral reaction my body had to Levi’s deep, gravelly voice. Levi chuckled against my lips, not kissing me, just holding them there. It was oddly erotic and completely heady, having this famous rock star tease me with dirty words and almost kisses.

  He finally moved, letting his mouth slide against mine, the cool steel of his piercings sending shivers through me. I liked my guys inked and pierced and bad.

  And Levi Hunter was right up there with the best of them.

  I would give myself this one night. One night of reckless abandonment. And then, tomorrow we would be nothing to each other again. Because that was how it had to be.

  We weren’t Eva and Rafe, or even Molly and Hudson. We were employee and boss, fan and rock star, no one and someone.

  No matter how much I wanted to know Levi, to really know him, this was all we could ever be.

  “One night,” I said again, not knowing whether the words were a reminder for him…

  Or for me.

  • • •

  By the time we reached Levi’s bedroom, clothes were already flying. He was like a man starved, clawing at my t-shirt and bra
and skintight jeans until I was in nothing but my panties.

  “Fuck, you’re something.” He let his hungry gaze fall over my curves, lingering on the ink decorating my skin. Interest flashed in his eyes.

  “Not what you expected?” I found my voice.

  “Exactly what I’d hoped for.” He dragged his thumb across his bottom lip, still deep in his perusal of my body. “Get on the bed.”

  He didn’t ask, he demanded, and lust shot through me.

  “You like that?” Levi cocked a brow. “You like being told what to do?”

  I pressed my lips together, fighting a smile.

  I did.

  But it didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.

  Levi stripped out of his clothes. T-shirt, jeans, and socks. He was commando, so my eyes went straight to his semi-hard dick. Jesus, there was a piercing through the tip.

  “You’ll love it,” he said, as if he could hear my thoughts. His knees dropped to the edge of the bed and he crawled over me, pressing every inch of his lean but defined body against mine. I swallowed a moan, my lips parting at the feel of him above me.

  “The things I want to do to you, int—” He stopped himself and my heart fluttered.

  That meant something.

  Didn’t it?

  Pushing the confusing thoughts aside, I let my hands run down his back, reveling in the way his muscles flexed beneath my touch.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Levi rasped against my lips, the words vibrating deep inside me.

  I continued my exploration of his skin. There wasn’t much of him not branded with ink, but it only added to his appeal.

  Levi was the epitome of broken bad boy.

  He moved down my body, letting his lips trail a path of fire down the slope of my neck. He sucked and kissed and nibbled, tasting and teasing.

  “God,” I panted, fisting the luxurious bed sheets.

  “Not God,” he drawled, “but you can bet your cute ass I’m going to take you to Heaven.”

  “Levi...” His head whipped up. “Don’t do that... don’t treat me like all the rest.”

  It might have only been one night, but I wasn’t some groupie looking for her five minutes of fame.

  “You’re right, you’re not.” He held my gaze for a second before dipping his head to my breasts. He sucked my nipple, biting it gently before swirling his tongue around the pebbled bud. My body arched off the bed, a garbled moan escaping my lips.

  “You like that?” he crooned against the sensitive flesh. “Does it make you wet?” His fingers dived between our bodies finding my soaked panties. He didn’t wait for permission, dipping underneath the material and pushing them inside me. “Fuck, Phoebe.”

  “Don’t stop.” I bit down on my lip, pleasure rippling through me.

  “I need to taste you.” The words came out strangled as he rocked back onto his haunches and pulled my panties off before spreading me wide. “Fucking perfect.” Levi leaned down, swiping his tongue through my wetness.

  “Levi, God...”

  “Yeah, I’ll be your god. I’ll be anything you need.” He flicked his tongue over my clit while scissoring his fingers deep inside me. It was too much... he was too much. The sounds he was making, the way he ate me out... it was dirty and messy and oh so good.

  My head fell back as I gave in to the sensations crashing over me.

  “I’m going to make you come all over my fingers and then I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars.” He blew hard on my clit before flattening his tongue there as he pumped his fingers in and out.

  “Fuck,” I cried. “It’s... it’s too much.” I grabbed his head, pulling him closer all while trying to push him away. My body was on fire, breaking apart from the inside out.

  “Give it to me,” he demanded, curling his fingers and finding the spot that made me shatter.

  My body shuddered as I stifled the whispers of pleasure. Levi sat up, licking his fingers clean. “Mmm, my new favorite taste.” Something flashed in his eyes. “You on birth control?”

  I nodded.

  “I’m clean. They make me get tested regularly.”

  I knew that. There wasn’t much I wasn’t privy to being the band’s assistant.

  “You sure?”

  Pressing my lips together, I nodded again. I was too far gone to stop myself now. I needed to feel Levi like I needed my next breath.

  He caged his body over me, kissing me slow and deep. Our tongues swirled together, and I could taste myself on him. One of his hands curled around my throat, holding me the way I’d watched him hold the mic earlier. Possessively, as if he needed it.

  This is just sex, I reminded myself. But as Levi lined himself up and rocked into me in one smooth stroke that had us both groaning, I knew it wasn’t just sex.

  It was so much more.

  “Fuck, Phoebe, you’re so fucking tight.” He moved, pressing deeper, and I gasped, the drag of his piercing against my sensitive walls almost too much to bear.

  Levi grabbed my legs, forcing them around his hips, and pulling our bodies closer until there was nothing but us. “I could write lyrics to this.” His lips found my ear. “She tastes so good,” he rocked deeper, slowly grinding his hips against mine. “Like promise and light. But she’ll tear out my soul one smile at a time.” Thrust. “I’ll give her my secrets, bleed them out like rain.” Thrust. “She’ll keep them inside her, hide them away... fuck, Phoebe.”

  I was mesmerized. His lyrics, the way he fucked with measured control. I’d expected something different, something more akin to chaos. But Levi Hunter was an enigma. A puzzle I wanted to crack open and solve.

  Suddenly, he pulled away. Looming over me like a predator. “Flip over and hold onto the headboard,” he growled.

  Fuck.

  My stomach clenched violently.

  I complied, liquid lust coursing through my veins. Levi ran a hand from my neck down my spine, slapping my ass. “Perfect,” he murmured, before gripping my hips and slamming inside me.

  “Yes,” I cried, pleasure rolling through me.

  This... this was what I’d expected.

  Over and over Levi slammed inside of me, rattling my bones and stealing the air from my lungs. Somewhere in the back of my mind, part of me wondered if he was punishing me for making him feel... But as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over me everything melted away, until there was nothing but the sounds of our moans and bodies colliding together filling the room.

  It didn’t matter that it felt like more. Or that Levi had sung lyrics into my ear as he fucked me. He was a rock star with the world at his feet, I was his lowly assistant.

  And this...

  This was one night only.

  My eyes fluttered open. The first thing I noticed was I wasn’t in my own hotel room; the second, was the rock star sleeping soundly beside me.

  Memories of the night before flooded my mind. Levi had fucked me into the early morning hours. He was insatiable. My body was well used and sore, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

  I’d spent the night with Levi freakin’ Hunter.

  He stirred beside me, his hand brushing my hip. My breath caught. I didn’t want to wake him and do the awkward morning after thing. Not when this needed to end here.

  It had been an amazing night.

  One amazing night that I would lock away and only allow myself to think of occasionally.

  “I can hear your thoughts from over here,” he murmured. “What time is it?”

  “A little after eight.”

  “Too early.” Levi rolled onto his side, burying his face into my shoulder.

  “I should go—”

  “No,” he countered, “you should stay.”

  “Levi, that’s not what we agreed.”

  “Ssh, intern. It’s early and I need my beauty sleep.”

  Intern.

  I internally groaned. We were back to that.

  Until I felt his lips curved against my skin. “Stop overth
inking everything.”

  “It’s kinda my thing,” I admitted.

  “And here was me thinking I fucked all your things right out of you last night.” His crass words sent a bolt of lust through me.

  Silence settled over us and I allowed myself to enjoy this moment. Levi was curled into me like we were a couple. It made my heart ache, knowing it was just a beat. A stolen moment in time we’d probably never get again.

  But for now, I would bask in it.

  “You really want to leave?” he asked, lifting his head.

  “What?”

  Levi rolled his eyes. “I know you heard me.”

  “Fine. No, I don’t want to leave. But this isn’t a good idea.”

  “You’re scared of me.” A strange expression washed over him, and for a second, he looked so vulnerable and nothing like the cocky, reckless rock star I knew him to be.

  “Scared... you think I’m scared of you?” I chuckled. “Levi, I’m not scared of you. Quite the opposite actually. I’m scared of what I feel for you.”

  My confession hung between us. Levi didn’t speak, just watched me, his narrowed gaze searching my soul for what, I didn’t know.

  “It doesn’t have to be complicated, Phoebe.” He ran his nose along my jaw, awfully close to kissing me.

  Although, I knew there would be nothing awful about it.

  “I like being around you.”

  I snorted at that. “We’ve barely spent any time together.”

  He cocked a brow. “I was balls deep inside you just a few hours ago.”

  “Oh my god, do you ever stop?”

  “I just... I like this thing we have going.” He gave me a half-shrug.

  “Levi, we don’t have a thing.”

  “But we could.” He flopped onto his back and let out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t you ever just want it to stop?”

  I pushed up onto one elbow, letting my fingers trace the lyrics on his shoulder. I couldn’t make them out without closer inspection, but I knew they would be important to Levi. Because I didn’t need to watch him half as much as I did to know music, his art, was everything to him.

  “That feels...” He eyes shuttered, before opening and settling on my face. “You make everything quiet, Phoebe.”