Rockstar Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle New Adult BBW)

by Emme Rollins

  He looked away. “You helped my baby brother when I couldn't. I can rely on you, Rebecca. Do you know how long it's been since I've known anyone I can rely on?”

  There was a tiny hitch in his voice, and I realized that this had far more significance than just me being a good employee.

  “No,” I said quietly.

  He gave a bitter little laugh. “Never. I don't think I've ever had anyone I could rely on.” He stared at his guitar. “No one but myself.”

  I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Not really. I had my parents, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters. I knew that Kent and Carter had their dad, but he'd already let slip that his father couldn't have cared less about them...

  Reaching out, I touched him gently on the arm. His skin burned against my fingertips and I had to suppress the delicious shiver that ran up my spine. This was not the right time to get turned on. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  Then he shifted and his hand was in my hair, his face drawing close.

  I went utterly still, like a mouse cornered by a snake.

  Kent kissed me.

  It took my breath away to feel his lips against mine. Softly he massaged my mouth with his before sweetly sucking my lower lip between his teeth and biting down, nibbling as though I were a delicate morsel. My blood rushed in my veins flooded my ears, overwhelmed me with heat.

  Then he pulled away, but not very far. “No,” he said, “I don't think I do want to talk about it. Just know I'm glad I can count on you.”

  I swallowed. “I know.”

  “Good.” Then his mouth was on mine again, hungry, seeking, obliterating any questions that might still linger in my head. There would be time enough for questions after.

  The tenderness begun on the cliff continued here in his room—where before he had been venting his frustrations, looking only for physical pleasure, now something was different. His defenses were falling, and I was falling with them.

  Gently, he cradled my face in his hands, heat rippling under my skin where we touched, and he teased my mouth open with his tongue, delving inside, tasting, testing. I reached out and found his shoulders with my hands and his skin burned through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Flattening my palms against his chest I felt the muscles there leap at my touch.

  He groaned into my mouth and then his fingers were in my hair, tangling, pulling, drawing me closer.

  “Kent,” I breathed, and he smiled into me before pulling away just a little. His hands abandoned my hair, raking down my back, then around my hips and under my ass, scooping me up without warning, lifting me, pulling me to him and spreading my thighs as I slid into his lap. The shock stole my breath as I settled against him, the hard lump of his arousal pressed into the space between my thighs. We both wore jeans, but even through the thick denim I thought I could feel every inch of him.

  His hands spread out over my hips, his fingers massaging me as I nudged his groin with my pelvis. “You feel good,” he murmured. “God, Rebecca, you feel so goddamn good.”

  Fingers skated up my spine, and then his hand was on my throat, splayed out as he cupped my neck and held it to his mouth, devouring me as though I were the first fruit of the season. His long, messy hair tickled me, the barest of caresses.

  Then his other hand was at the hem of my shirt, tugging it up over my head, and I lifted my arms. The cotton swept over my skin and then I was bared to him, only the lace of my bra between his roaming mouth and my sensitive flesh.

  I watched, transfixed, as he bent his head to my breast and bit my nipple through the lace of my bra.

  A mewling sound slipped from my lips and I squirmed in his lap, my core stroking over him as I did so, sending delicious sensations rippling up my spine and down my legs. Quickly, softly, he nipped at me, one hand coming up to cup my breast as he lavished attention on it—heated, obsessive attention, dulled by the barrier between us.

  “Kent, please,” I whimpered as he opened his mouth wide and sucked me into his mouth, his tongue driving into my nipple, scraping the lace over it. He looked up at me, a wicked, smiling glance of those blue-green eyes before he lifted one hand and gently, carefully, slipped the strap of my bra down my arm. Slowly the lace peeled away until at last the air hit me and my hard, pebbled nipple was exposed to his gaze.

  His thumb flicked over the tip of my breast before he lowered his head again, and when the hot cavern of his mouth closed over me I felt as though he were swallowing me alive. Everything became his hands on me, his mouth on me, his body against mine.

  Blindly I reached out and tugged at his shirt, and he released me just long enough to slip it up over his head, finally exposing the torso that I'd only felt through his clothes.

  Oh, he was amazing. His whole body was sculpted, wiry and lean and strong. Running my hands over his chest, I swept them up into his hair, letting his dark locks flow through my fingers like water, and then he reached around me, unhooked my bra and leaned in for another kiss. His chest pressed against my soft breasts, and I let a shuddering breath out into his mouth.

  He was on fire. Every inch of his skin on mine heated me, warmed me up through and through, chasing away the last of the cold left behind in the wake of finding Jason here in my new life.

  I broke away this time, trailing kisses down his jaw to the beautiful tattoos adorning his neck. I let my tongue drag over each pattern, and he groaned and rolled his hips into mine, sending me flying.

  Without warning he tipped me backwards, spilling me onto the couch. He loomed over me, tall and imposing, and I shuddered with delight at the thought of all that power, that will, driving between my thighs, throwing his whole being into me, as he did with everything. My hands found the fastenings of his jeans as his hands found mine.

  Fingers fumbled, frantic and eager, and when I unzipped his fly I found that Kent Hudson went commando. His cock, thick and heavy, sprung into my hand, as though it had been waiting for me, and I gave it a soft, experimental stroke.

  “Jesus,” Kent growled. His eyes closed and his head lolled on his neck, thrusting into my hand, and I reveled in the velvety feel of his erection against my palm. A bead of precum shone at the tip, and I squeezed, hoping to wring more from him.

  His hips stuttered and then he was on me, working my jeans and my panties off over my hips, throwing them to the ground as he opened his mouth against my ear.

  “You're going to make me come, Rebecca,” he murmured, and his voice was like velvet on my brain. “Let's not get this party over with too quickly.”

  I didn't have any words left. I just arched into him, the rough fabric of his jeans abrading the tender skin on the inside of my thighs as I ran my hands over his muscular arms, feeling every rise and fall of him, every hill and valley of his painted terrain.

  Then he pulled back. I started to protest, but when I saw where he was going the protest died in my throat. Seconds later his tongue stroked my pussy and I shivered.

  “Oh... oh god...” I barely recognized my own voice—throaty with arousal, crushed under the weight of my need.

  “You're so wet already,” Kent murmured. “You want me that bad?”

  “Worse,” I moaned.

  Rough fingertips parted the lips of my pussy, and then one long, calloused finger was inside me as his tongue fluttered over my clit.

  I sucked air, pressing my wrist to my mouth, struggling to keep myself from crying out. Carter was just next door... I couldn't wake him...

  Then Kent stroked another finger into me, curling them and circling his rough fingertips over just the right spot, and my toes curled as my back arched and my hips bucked. My mouth fell open but no sound came out as I felt the ecstasy begin to bloom across my body.

  Pleasure obliterated my thoughts, blanking out my mind as I curled inward, every nerve exploding, every muscle clenching and releasing until I begged Kent to stop, I couldn't take it.

  He gave my clit one last soft lick, sending sparks radiating out through my limb
s, before raising his head and giving me the most wicked grin I'd ever seen.

  That smile took my breath away. I'd never seen him look so... happy.

  “You were really ready,” he said conversationally. His fingers were still inside me.

  “I...” I'd barely caught my breath. “I don't think I've ever come so fast before.”

  “I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight, then? Perhaps we'll set a record if you're so primed...”

  Just the thought stoked the fires again, and he made a sound of deep pleasure when he felt my inner walls contract around his fingers. “You like that idea,” he said.

  I shot him a scowl. “Who wouldn't?”

  He laughed at that. “Well, let's try it then.” He bent his head to me again, but I sat up and buried my fingers in his hair, keeping him from dipping into me. He gave me a questioning look.

  “I want you inside me,” I said, then blushed hard. I'd never said anything like that before, but it was the truth. If I didn't have him inside me, and soon, I was going to explode. I'd been lusting after him all month, coming with him even though we were in separate rooms, and now that I had the chance to finally feel him in me, I wasn't letting it slip away.

  The humor in his face was replaced by barely concealed fire. “Well,” he said, “when you put it that way...”

  I watched as he reached around his body. He still wore his jeans, and when he pulled out his wallet I breathed a sigh of relief. I certainly wasn't carrying any condoms, so at least one of us was prepared. I watched as he reached in and pulled out a gold-foiled packet.

  His blue-green eyes caught mine. “Would you like to do the honors?” he asked.

  I licked my lips and nodded. Anything to get my hands on him again.

  He handed me the packet and shucked off his jeans while I ripped it open. Grabbing the little circle of latex, I dove for his cock.

  He inhaled sharply as I closed my hand around his shaft and placed the condom on the tip of the soft head. Slowly, I reached up and began to unroll it, letting it sheathe his erection as my fingers played with the velvety smooth skin, slipping it over the iron-hard shaft inside. When I finally pushed it down to the base of the shaft, he gave a little shudder.

  “Shit,” he said. “I'm glad I'm wearing this. I think I might come if you looked at me wrong.”

  I looked up at his face, and it was fierce and dark with unveiled hunger.

  “Yes,” he said. “Like that.” Then his hands were buried in my hair and I was pinned beneath his weight, falling into the softness of the couch cushions as he settled between my legs, the tip of his soft head pressing into me.

  I wanted him in me so badly. I needed to feel him. Bringing my legs up, I wrapped them around his wonderful, trim waist, then reached down and grabbed him, guiding him into me.

  He buried his face against my throat. “Yes,” I heard him say. Then his hips were pressing forward, splitting me, parting me, and I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.

  Long. Slow. Luxurious. It took forever, but not long enough, and when he was finally seated in me, thick and long and hard, I marveled that I could fit all of him. I nudged his hips with mine, but he didn't reciprocate. I frowned through the pleasure.

  He drew back, pushing himself off me so he could look me in the eye, and his gaze was downright sinful.

  “You ever fucked standing up before?” he asked, a wicked little smile on his face.

  Inhaling sharply, I shook my head.

  “Then you are in for the ride of your life.” And he pulled me up from the couch, my legs still wrapped around him and walked with me to the wall next to the window, carrying me easily. The strength in his arms, in his hands, in his body shocked me, and my core clenched around his cock in anticipation.

  Then my back met the wall and I was sandwiched between his burning body and the cool sheetrock. Both were equally hard.

  I tensed, suddenly feeling less than stable, but then he wrapped his hands around the round cheeks of my ass. “Hold on,” he said. “Trust me.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he began to move in me.

  Oh, I thought.

  Every thrust, in and out, made my toes curl, made my mouth water. Every undulation of his powerful body rocked through me, a seismic shift deep inside. My nails dug into his skin and he groaned, picking up his pace until all I knew was the heat, the crowded pleasure, the sweetness of his breath in my head. My legs were locked around his waist and I dug my heels in, aching, arching, needing him so badly I could taste it. Then he kissed me and I went to a whole new level.

  My body trembled as he stroked me, his erection plumbing the depths of my wet core, and I clung to him for dear life. My back knocked into the wall, but I couldn't have cared less—our mouths met and parted with each thrust, and my toes curled as I felt my orgasm building deep inside.

  I'd never felt anything like it. The weight of my body and the force of gravity seemed to pull every nerve down into my core. The rocking of his hips as he thrust upwards slapped against my spread thighs, a spanking without hands, and each smack of flesh on flesh drove me higher and higher. I couldn't breathe, couldn't even think, just threw my head back and moaned, my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

  “Rebecca,” he said. “Rebecca, I want you to come.”

  I gasped at his words. “I...” My whole body responded to his words, shocking me. “Oh god, Kent...” I said. “I want to...”

  “Fuck me,” he said. “Fuck me, wring me dry, come around me and take me with you—”

  I shuddered, and then I came, hard and powerful. It struck me like a sledgehammer, shattering me into a hundred thousand pieces, and yet somehow I stayed in his arms, my eyes rolling, reduced to my animal self as all higher functions shut down. Deep, aching moans filled the room and I realized they were mine.

  Kent's breath came fast and hard as he slammed into me, my core squeezing around his shaft, and within seconds he jerked against me, his pumping hips slamming me against the wall, and the pleasure and pain mixed and became one—

  ...I came down as Kent lowered us to the floor, his legs trembling.

  “Oh god,” I said.

  He gave a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

  He slipped out of me, and then helped me to my feet, his lips meeting mine, and reached up and around, pulling him into me. Hungrily I kissed him until he groaned and pulled away.

  “Jesus, Rebecca, you make me want to go again and I don't think my legs can take it.”

  I gave him my own wicked little smile. “Then I'll do all the work.”

  “Yes, please.”

  We moved to the bed and tumbled together again, and afterward, exhausted emotionally and physically, I fell asleep.

  Late at night I woke up again and had to go to the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and did my business as quietly as possible, but when I came back to bed Kent was awake in the dark.

  I slid into bed next to him, reached out, and wrapped my arm around his chest, letting my fingers trace the tattoos there.

  “So,” I said, “I'm thinking I should break up with your brother.”

  He smiled. “I was thinking that, too.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him. “Oh, were you?”

  “Yes. You have no idea how much I was thinking that.”

  “It's going to be weird with the publicity you put into this.”

  “I'll think of something. I don't think I could go back to seeing you with him, even though I know it's just an act. I want you to myself.”

  This still didn't seem real. “Why?”

  “Because I want to get to know you better, and I can't do that with my kid brother hanging around,” he told me.

  “Yeah, but why?”

  He frowned and propped his head up on his hand. “Why not?”

  “You could have any girl you wanted. You should be dating supermodels.”

  He shook his head. “I don't want to date supermodels. I want to date you.
I want to get to know what you like and what you don't. I want to make you laugh. I want to wake you up and put you to sleep.”

  His words rocked me, scared me a little with their intensity. But he was serious, and I found that I loved it. “Then why didn't you just do that in the first place?”

  Kent snorted. “Because... I don't know. I didn't want to want to date someone, if that makes sense. I thought it would be a distraction from keeping the band rolling” He rolled back on the pillow and gave me a sidelong glance. “Of course, you were way more of a distraction even without dating me so... I'm stupid?”

  I giggled. “That makes two of us.”

  “Good company,” he said and kissed me with a fervor that I felt all the way down to my toes.

  When he finally pulled away my head was spinning, but something was occurring to me. “Wait, are we dating now?”

  “Don't be silly. I haven't asked you out yet.”

  “So what is this?”

  “Really fucking nice,” he said. Then he frowned. “Or is it really nice fucking? Fuck it, who cares? I bet it's both.” He kissed me again. And then he rolled into me and there were more than kisses, and you know what?

  He was right. It was both.

  *

  I slipped out of Kent's room and back to my own early the next morning. I tried to be as quiet as possible as I unlocked the door to the room I shared with Carter, but the click sounded like a gunshot in the quiet hallway.

  “Shut up!” I told it, and eased the door open.

  Carter was standing there in his pajamas, a cup of coffee in his hand, looking smug.

  I groaned. “Don't,” I said. “Don't say anything.”

  “Say anything about what, Mrs. Girlfriend?” he asked. “About you coming home in the clothes you were wearing last night? Although I bet it was an awfully short walk of shame...”

  I glared at him. “Why did you do all that work to try to hook me up with your brother? Don't you think it's a little weird?”