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Copyright © Lynne St. James September 2015
Electronic ISBN # 978-1-943846-17-7
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Dedication
As always, I want to thank my readers and fans. Without you my words would go unread and unappreciated. To Caitlyn O’Leary, Willow Brooke, and Salena Mae, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate all the pep talks, the daily giggles and whip cracking as needed.
Teresa—this one’s for you! <3
My daughters inspire me daily with their lives and how they live it. I am in awe that somehow I had a small hand in these two beautiful human beings.
To my hubby, there are no words I can express to thank you for all you do, and how much you support me in every way possible. I love you. You are and will always be my rock star.
Remember… You don’t get old; you just keep rocking!!!
Lynne
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1
Sapphire…
I needed to get better at this undercover shit and fast. I should have known something was up when the guys didn’t talk about anything band related we were around. Maybe being a groupie wasn’t the best choice. Tonight’s show was different, partly because it was their opening act, Green Sky Rising’s last appearance. A different band would be opening for them for the next two weeks of the tour.
The biggest surprise of the night was when Preston Mitchell, lead singer of The Hurricanes showed walked onto the stage at the arena. Then he played with the band. It had to be a total freak out for the fans.
Wrath hadn’t told me about any of it, but that surprise wasn’t as big as the other announcements they’d made. Preston Mitchell was Cynda’s father and Joe the bus driver was taking over as their new manager. Huge, I mean HUGE, and I didn’t know about any of it. What the fuck? Seriously, this undercover thing was a lot harder than I thought. If I didn’t start getting this info before everyone else how was I going to pull this off? How was I going to get Wrath to trust me—a groupie—with secrets? If this was going to be my big break, I seriously needed to figure this crap out soon.
The sucky part was I thought I could do this without getting personal, more of a worship him from across the room and listen for inside information type of thing. Yeah right, what was it they said about the best laid plans? Exactly. I should have thought it through better because all bets were off as soon as he pushed me up against the wall the first night. That kiss changed everything.
I thought I was over him, or maybe I just hoped I was over him, but seeing him after almost five years gave me instant butterflies and that kiss, oh shit, that KISS. Freakin’ amazing. Too bad he didn’t know who I was, and when it comes out, he’ll probably never talk to me again. It didn’t matter when I thought I didn’t care, but now I wavered back and forth between trying to enjoy the moment and feeling like shit for lying to him about who I was and what I was doing.
Chaos caught me drooling over Wrath a few times, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he warned Wrath to be careful. I’d been sleeping with him for almost two weeks. Making love with him was more than I imagined, oh so much more. Hell yeah. I was putty in his hands. All he had to do was look at me with those brown teddy bear eyes and I was wet. Who knew my body could react like this? I sure didn’t. Sex with my college boyfriend was okay, but it wasn’t mind-blowing, life altering, panty dropping like with Wrath.
Finishing my assignment needed to be my number one priority, but ever since he’d cornered me in their suite in Philly I was toast. Butter me up, baby, I was done. Being with him was so much better than any fantasy ever.
Seeing Cyn and Chaos back together tonight was great. I’d known right away all the trouble was because Sweets was jealous of Cynda. Why it took Chaos so long to figure it out, I have no idea. Men can be so fuckin’ dense. I wanted to tell him, ‘asshole, wake up and smell the coffee, dude. Cyn’s head over heels for you,’ but I figured it wouldn’t be the best idea. Staying low on everyone’s radar except Wrath’s was the plan.
“Hey, Blue, come here often?” Wrath wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me against him. His hard cock pushed against my ass, successfully knocking all thoughts of Cyn and Chaos out of my head.
“Only for you, baby, you know that.” He turned me around and stared into my eyes. I don’t know what he was looking for, but for the first time since I began hanging out with the band, I had the feeling he didn’t quite believe my cover story.
“I hope so,” he growled as he pulled me even closer and kissed me hard. I loved how he tasted. A hint of cigarette smoke mixed with beer. I don’t know how to explain it. It was edgy, dangerous—the bad boy I’d wanted since high school, the one who never even noticed me. Sliding my hands through his short brown hair and over his muscled shoulders made me wish we were some place more private. Yeah, we’d practically fucked in front of everyone, but it still freaked me out. I wasn’t a prude, but damn, I have some morals, too bad most groupies didn’t.
My tongue dueled with his and I slid my hands around his waist, tucking them in his back pockets and squeezing his ass. He had a damn fine ass too, tight, slightly rounded and definitely bitable.
I was about to suggest we leave when he bit my earlobe and whispered something about getting out of there. I was all over that.
“Hell yeah.”
He took my hand and practically dragged me down the hallway and outside into the empty amphitheater. I couldn't believe only a few hours ago it’d been filled with screaming fans. The stage lights were off, but there was just enough lighting in the seats to see where we were going. I staggered in my five-inch heels and I thought I was going to hit the ground. As if in slow motion, the theater floor came at me, but at the last minute he reached out and caught me.
“Blue, I love those fuckin’ sexy heels, but you’re gonna kill yourself.”
I laughed. I thought the same thing every time I put the damn things on. “Well, if someone wasn’t draggin’ my ass at the speed of light, I’d be fine.”
“Fuck, sorry. Wait. Shit no, I’m not sorry. I want you. My cock’s been throbbing since I saw you backstage.”
“I want you too, baby. I was getting tired of waiting for you,” I said with a pout.
“We had a lot of shit going on, but now I’m all yours ‘til the bus leaves tomorrow.”
We’d made it to the edge of the theater’s lawn seating area when he pulled off his shirt so I could lie on it. The ground was a little damp, but I didn’t care. I needed my fix. His cock might be throbbing but since he
’d grabbed me in the suite, my pussy had been wet.
He slid his hands under my Raining Chaos T-shirt, pushing it up my body and over my head. The hunger gleamed in his eyes when he saw my braless breasts, and it sent shivers down my spine. Grinning, he tweaked my nipples with his callused fingers. A moan escaped before I could stop it. Sexy, fuckin’ sexy is how he made me feel. Never… and I mean never, did I think he’d want me like this, or at least want Sapphire.
“Fucking hell, Blue, did you go commando everywhere?”
“Maybe.” I batted my eyelashes at him. “You’re gonna have to find out, won’t you?”
His lips took mine in a passionate kiss. Holding me tight, he crushed me between the ground and his hard chest. Our tongues dueled, taking turns tasting each other.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to get him even closer. His hard cock throbbed against my denim covered pussy, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me, but my skirt and his jeans were in the way. I needed them gone now.
I wasn’t sure if he read my mind or if we were both so fuckin’ horny we couldn’t wait, but he shoved my skirt up, getting the answer to his commando question and earning me another growl. Unzipping his fly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a rubber. Seconds later, he slid his sheathed dick into my soaked pussy.
“Oh God, yes. Wrath, fuck me. I need you so bad.” I wanted to feast on this sexy piece of man candy until I couldn’t breathe. But I had to remember to stay in character. There was always the chance I’d say something wrong and he’d pick up on it. My rocker was smart, too smart, and the entire band was already suspicious with the shit going on.
“Fuck yeah,” he yelled as he thrust into my tight hole, his balls slamming against my ass. It was hard and fast. He fucked me like a machine and I liked it. Over and over again he slammed into me, rubbing against my G-spot with each thrust.
“Wrath, I’m gonna come, baby, oh my God, fuck…” Hard and fast. He pushed me over the edge in a matter of minutes. My muscles tightened and my pussy grabbed hold of his dick as the orgasm rolled through me. My thighs gripped him tighter as each thrust pushed me further until I screamed my release.
I knew he’d been waiting for it; he’d held off until I came every time, a total gentleman right? NOT. I didn’t care, as least not right then. We were under the star-filled sky, hot, sweaty, and totally satisfied.
He pulled out and dropped to the ground next to me. The sound of our dual panting made me laugh.
“How come every time we fuck I feel like I’ve run a marathon?”
“Because I’m that fuckin’ good. Why else?”
Laughing, I smacked him on the arm. Yeah, and fucking modest too.
He surprised me by reaching for my hand, entwining his fingers with mine. Sensitivity after sex? What was up with that?
He turned to his side, leaning head had on his hand.
Even in the dim light it was obvious he had something on his mind. I waited.
“Blue?”
“Yeah?”
He didn’t have the chance to finish whatever it was he’d wanted to say, because a flash of lightning zigzagged across the sky. Then, with no other warning, the heavens opened up and dumped a shitload of rain on us.
“Holy crap,” I squealed. The water was freaking cold, or maybe I was just overheated. I reached for my t-shirt and pulled it on, sliding his shirt from under me and tossing it to him.
He flung the used rubber in the grass and shoved his cock back in his pants. Grabbing my hand, we ran for the limo waiting at the front of the amphitheater.
2
Wrath…
As we ran for the limo, I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to fucking things up. It was like a warning from the Rock Gods. They’d saved me with the damned rain. I’d almost fucking blew it. Sapphire’s a groupie and the rules were clear. From the beginning we all agreed—no attachments, but then Chaos hadn’t expected Cynda to show up. Still, she wasn’t a groupie. And I knew to stick to the rules—give the groupies no reason to think they could expect anything but a quick fuck. Too bad it was getting harder to do that with Sapphire. I’d had fun with Sapphire the last couple of weeks, and I hated to say goodbye. She’d been following the bus since Philly and I figured she must have a life waiting for her back home, so this was going to be goodbye. Tennessee was the next stop and I didn’t expect her to stay with us. Most of the others had already taken off. We were still building our reputation, so most groupies stayed for a show or two then took. Probably going home to brag about fucking a rock star.
Fuck me running. Damn, I wanted her. She was funny and that fucking blue hair. Holy shit. I don’t know how she kept it so bright—no matter how often I checked; I hadn’t found any roots. She had to be touching it up every day.
Chaos would ask me why I care. Exactly. Why did I? Fuck. Because I wanted to know what her real hair looked like. She shaved bare everywhere, so I couldn’t tell. She’d even tinted her eyebrows blue.
The rain pelted us and we were both soaked by the time we reached the waiting limo. Fucking cold ass shit too, considering it’d been almost ninety degrees before the show and humid as hell. I hated playing these open air arenas. It screwed with my guitar, and now it was fucking with my sex life.
Dragging open the limo door, I pushed her in first, then slid across the leather seat. The a/c was running and it was freezing inside. Blue’s teeth started chattering.
“Hey, bro, can you shut the air off? We’re freezing back here.”
“No problem, sir,” the driver answered as his eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.
“Thanks.” Moving closer to Sapphire, I pulled her against me. I was just as wet, but my heat should help warm her up. It would only be a ten-minute ride to the hotel.
“Fuck. I need a cigarette.” I knew I couldn’t smoke in the car or the hotel room. It was getting old having to hang outside to smoke and hope no one recognized me. Chaos kept bugging me to quit. Maybe I needed to think about it. “You okay, Blue? Still cold?” Stupid question, dickhead. Her teeth stopped chattering, but her body was shivering against mine. “We’re almost there and we’ll grab a hot shower and order room service. Sound good?”
Sapphire nodded, and strands of her rain-soaked hair masked her face—like a blue curtain. Reaching up, I pushed them out of her face and she smiled. She looked so young sitting there with her arms wrapped around her waist and the soaked T-shirt clinging to her body. Then I noticed her hard nipples poking at the material. Fuck. Instant hard-on. I’d just come not even ten minutes ago and one look and I was ready again? How did she affect me like this?
The limo finally pulled up in front of the hotel and thankfully there weren’t many people around. All I wanted was a cigarette, a shower, some food, and to fuck Blue senseless ‘til we had to leave—and not necessarily in that fuckin’ order.
The night manager greeted us but I kept walking. Blue was still shivering and she needed to get warm. The cigarette would have to wait. I may be a selfish prick, but I’m not heartless.
I turned up the temperature in the room to take the edge off a little. I told her to shower first. To take my mind off her naked body under the curtain of water, I ordered room service, including a bottle of scotch. Now I needed that cigarette even more. Fuck it. What are they going to do? Fine me? Opening the window, I stuck my head out and sighed with relief as the need ebbed. Yeah, Chaos was right. I needed to stop this shit because it wasn’t doing me any favors.
Room Service showed up around the same time the shower shut off. Both were faster than I’d expected. Tipping the guy a hundred, I let him wheel in the cart loaded with breakfast food, the scotch, and some hot cocoa.
The bathroom door opened, and then Sapphire walked into the living room bundled in one of the hotel’s fluffy white bathrobes. Fucking adorable. I wanted to toss her onto the bed and have a snack, but I needed to shower. I could smell myself, and that was never a good thing.
“Blue, I didn’t know if you we
re hungry or not, but I ordered some breakfast. There’s hot cocoa for you, figured it’d help warm you up.”
“Aww, thank you. You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. I’m fine and warmer now.” She grabbed me around the waist and hugged me. Without all the make-up, she looked so much younger. She’d said she was twenty-three—same age as me—but maybe I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come back to bite me on the ass later.
After dropping a quick kiss on her forehead, I headed for the shower. “Be right back. Eat if you want.”
“Thanks. I’ll be right here waiting.”
“You’d fuckin’ better be,” I said with a low growl. The ladies loved my growl. I swatted her butt as I walked by and she flipped me off. Damn, she was cute. I really would be sorry to see her go.
A cloud of steam followed me out of the bathroom and I felt a hell of a lot better now that I was clean again. Between sweating like a fuckin’ pig on stage and fucking Blue, I was gross, and the freezing rain was the icing on the freaking cake.
I walked right past Blue, not even seeing her at first. When I couldn’t find her anywhere, I walked back into the bedroom. She was out cold and curled up in a ball on the bed. Cute as she looked, I was horny and I wanted her. Fuck. Again… I had to remind myself I wasn’t a heartless prick. But I sure as hell wanted to be.
Wandering into the suite’s living room, I grabbed the bottle of scotch and a plate of food when my stomach grumbled. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten. After devouring the eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some good southern biscuits and gravy, I felt better. At least, I’d satisfied one of my needs. Too bad my hunger for Blue still raged, as evidenced by my huge erection.
Grabbing the scotch and a glass of ice, I stretched out on the bed next to her. Maybe if I turned on the TV, she’d wake up. Okay, so maybe I am a selfish prick, but she’s a groupie and I knew she wanted me. So what’s the big deal? There’s plenty of time to fucking sleep when we’re dead.
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