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

by Emme Rollins

  “Stacy and Steph, gotcha. How can I tell you two apart?”

  “She’s the smart one,” Stacy said.

  “So I just have to ask you an algebra question every time I mix you two up?” he asked. They both giggled, Steph covering her mouth with one hand.

  God, this felt good. He’d forgotten what it was like to flirt and flirt successfully, and the shy one was actually kind of adorable. Throughout the Cheap Trix set, he turned up the charm. Daniel was off in the corner tuning his bass for the tenth time that night, and despite Asher’s attempt to get him to come over, he insisted that he needed to focus.

  Asher needed to focus, too. Focus on getting over Donna.

  “You’re both in college then?”

  “Juniors,” Steph said, nodding. “I’m studying biology. Stacy is doing journalism.”

  “Tell me all about it,” Asher said, slipping his arm around Steph’s waist.

  He had his arms around both girls on the backstage couch by the time Cheap Trix had finished playing.

  “Sorry, Steph. Sorry, Stacy. I’ve got a set to play.” He clapped his hands, his blood pumping. He felt so energized.

  “We’ll be here watching you!” Steph said.

  “How about a kiss for good luck?” Stacy asked, winking.

  “I never turn down a kiss from a pretty girl,” Asher said. “But if it’s for good luck, you both have to kiss me at the same time.” He pulled the twins closer to him on the couch and the two girls kissed him on each cheek. He was surprised that Steph had played along, but maybe she just needed a little encouragement. He grinned. Things were going to be just fine.

  As the girls leaned back from their respective kisses, he saw Trixie walking down, her guitar slung over her shoulder. Her eyes were fixed firmly on Asher and the two girls who had just planted kisses on his face, but when he met her gaze she turned away.

  “Time to go,” he said to the twins, hopping up and fairly skipping toward the steps. He caught Trixie before she could leave, tapping her on the arm as friendly as he could. He knew he should probably keep his distance but hell, he had been keeping his distance all night. And he felt so good, like nothing could go wrong.

  “Great set!” he said, smiling broadly, hoping there were no hard feelings.

  “Sure,” Trixie said. She didn’t look at him.

  “See you after the show,” Asher said. “Skating, maybe?”

  “Not tonight,” Trixie said. Her eyes were glued to her guitar case, even though the clasps were already shut. She looped the guitar cable over her shoulder.

  “What’s up?” Asher asked, his voice lowered. It sounded like something was wrong, but he had no idea what it could be. The autographs during their set, maybe?

  “Nothing. Have fun fucking your Barbies.” Trixie swung the guitar case up and onto her back, pushing her way past Asher.

  What the fuck? Asher stared after her in blank incomprehension until Julian snapped his fingers in front of his face. A show. Right. They had to play a show.

  Asher knew girls were weird, but this was just beyond him. He had heard Trixie loud and clear last night: Not interested. Well, if she was one of those girls who got jealous even when she didn’t like a guy, there was really nothing he could do about it. He had hoped that he would be able to be friends with her during the tour, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. The thought of it made something inside of him burn with anger and shame. He didn’t know what was happening to him, why he was feeling such strong emotions over a girl who didn’t even like him. And now he had to go onstage and play his heart out. Great. Just fucking great.

  Trixie kicked herself mentally as she walked away from Asher. How stupid could she get? Jealousy had always been hard for her to overcome, but Asher wasn’t hers and besides that. She had convinced herself (unsuccessfully, it seemed) that she didn’t really want him. The whole situation frustrated her to no end. Here he was, cheating on his girlfriend with not one but two blonde bimbo fans, and she felt jealous!

  He didn’t seem like that kind of guy, and as she walked away from him tears stung her eyes. Her last boyfriend had cheated on her with one of her so-called friends, and she hadn’t known until she caught them making out after one of her shows. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t sniff out a bad character. Even after all this time, she had to go and fall for yet another cheater.

  No. She wasn’t falling for Asher. Trixie blinked back her tears and strode away from the stage, her head held high.

  “Hey Trix!” The high-pitched voice caught her attention, and she turned to see Kate waving her drumsticks over her head. “Want to come out with us tonight?”

  “Sure!” Trixie said, forcing the assent from her lips. No way in hell was she going skating again tonight. It would only remind her of Asher, and she definitely didn’t want to chance running into him. Of course, he would probably be off in some backstage room, getting it on with those slim, perfect twins. A flash of rage passed through her body, and she shook it away. Not her problem. Why was she reacting so sharply?

  “Awesome!” Kate caught Trixie’s arm by the elbow. “Not the best show tonight, huh?”

  “I’m ready to forget about it,” Trixie said, gazing wistfully back over her shoulder.

  “I know exactly the ticket for that,” Kate said.

  Five shots and two beers later, Trixie’s head was spinning as the club raged on in a partying frenzy. The whole band was on the dance floor, surrounded by admiring guys. And while the rest of the band might have been more conventionally attractive, Trixie had her own kind of charm when she danced. Her hips swung from side to side sensually, hitting the beat in perfect rhythm. She worked what she had, and any boy could tell that she was full of sexual energy. Some of them wanted to tap into it. She ignored the men who came up and tried to dance with her, shuffling their feet limply to the song. The music pounded through her body and brain, and she let it take her over. The beat was the only important thing. The beat, the breaks. Even drunk, she could time herself perfectly to the music.

  “Gotta pee,” she said, brushing away the hands of one admiring guy who was getting too close to her. She walked to the back of the club and walked right by the line of girls standing in line to use the bathroom. Pushing the door open, she let herself out into the alley behind the club. A streetlamp flickered overhead, and she leaned against the side of the wall to steady herself.

  Buzz.

  Trixie pulled the phone out of her pocket and groaned. The name on the screen was that of an old ex. A football player at her high school back in the day, he had a knack for calling her when she was in just the right mood to talk to him. How he managed to time these things so perfectly, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was horny as hell, and Jack was one guy who wouldn’t hesitate to give her relief, no strings attached.

  “Hey,” she said, holding the phone up uncertainly to one ear.

  “Hey sweetheart,” the voice on the other end growled. Trixie felt her body respond to the overly sexual tone. “You in town?”

  “You know I played a show tonight, Jack,” Trixie said. The last time she’d come back from tour he’d waited for her outside of the bar they were playing, a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a bottle of Malibu rum in the other. Always the romantic.

  “Yeah, I think I saw a flyer somewhere about that,” he said.

  “Stalker.” Trixie giggled.

  “You’re always gone somewhere when I’m looking for you,” Jack said. “Going on tour to some exotic place. What was it the last time?”

  “Phoenix,” Trixie said, looking up towards the night sky as she talked on the phone. “Not exactly exotic.”

  “But you’re back now.”

  “Yep.”

  “Must just be my lucky night,” he said.

  “Mmm,” Trixie murmured. The alley door opened again and a guy came stumbling down the steps, puking into the nearest trashcan. The music blared from the hallway behind him as the door swung slowly shut. Tr
ixie wrinkled her nose at the sight. There was nothing she would rather do less than go back inside.

  “—want to come over? Have a drink?”

  Trixie blinked hard and tried to focus on the words coming out of her phone. Jack. Well, if she had to sleep with anyone tonight, an ex boyfriend wasn’t the worst she could do. At the very least it wouldn’t affect her count. It was all too easy to fall into being a band slut, and she was trying to keep the number of guys she’d slept with to single digits until she turned thirty. After that, well, it would be harder for her to up her count anyway.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Can you come pick me up?”

  Asher stumbled into the hotel room, his fingers flipping the room key onto the dresser. It hadn’t even touched the wood before he had two pairs of hands running over his body, two pairs of lips eager for his attention.

  “Whoa, Stacy, easy there. Those are some sharp fingernails.”

  “I’m Steph.” The blonde girl pouted, and Asher mentally rolled his eyes. How the hell was he supposed to tell them apart? Steph had stopped pretending to be shy about halfway through the car ride back to the hotel, and they’d switched spots on him too many times for him to keep track of.

  “I’m Stacy,” Stacy purred. She had one hand on his ass and the other stroking the front of his pants, and no amount of irritation would keep him from making this a night to remember. He’d have to thank Julian once all was said and done—he couldn’t have imagined a threesome with two svelte twin beauties if it wasn’t happening to him right now.

  “Sorry, Steph,” he said, smiling in what he hoped was a charming way.

  “I forgive you,” Steph said. She leaned forward and kissed his neck as they backed him towards the bed, their limbs twining around him like a pair of spiders weaving him into their web.

  Easy. It was so easy. He should have dumped Donna long ago. Should have dumped her the second she gave him shit for talking with fans when he never once laid his hands or lips on another girl.

  Stacy pushed him back onto the bed. Asher licked his lips. He felt his cock swelling at the sight of the two of them. Eager, that’s what he wanted. Nothing like fans to be eager in bed. Steph tore his shirt off while Stacy relieved him of his pants.

  He was already hard, straining at the fabric. It had been so long since he’d fucked anyone, the blood pumping through his veins was driving him crazy with unquenched lust. He wanted to ram himself into the body of any woman who let him.

  “God, I want to suck you so hard.”

  “I want that too,” Asher said. He wanted it, craved it, like an animal starving wants a raw steak. He shoved his underwear down, letting his cock out.

  Steph’s eyes went wide at the sight of him. She leaned back, as though sizing him up and seeing what she could do. How much she could take.

  He tried hard not to pull the one blonde down onto his cock, but it was so hard to resist. She had retreated north, to his chest. They were both nibbling, licking, teasing him.

  “Suck me,” Asher moaned. “Oh, god, I need it bad.”

  Stacy bent down and took him into her mouth, but when he arched his back into her she could only take him in a bit past the head. Steph had her tits on his face and he licked and sucked, pinching one nipple slightly. She twisted out of his grasp. He pulled her back and fondled her, her twin’s tongue swirling gently over his engorged head. God, he needed it. He needed more. This was just teasing. He pinched Steph’s nipple again and she squealed more out of pain than pleasure. Stacy’s tongue was soft, too soft. A bit frustrated with the lack of pressure, he sat up.

  “God, you two are getting me so hot,” he said, unable to keep the thickness of desire out of his voice. “Let’s fuck.”

  If Stacy had been enthusiastic before about taking him, she didn’t seem to be now that she had seen what he had under his pants. Steph, though, turned over obediently on the bed and raised her ass up for Asher to take. Good, he thought. Let’s get this going.

  He paused only briefly to roll on a condom and began to finger Steph’s slit. It was hot and slick already with wetness, so he positioned himself behind her, slapping her ass gently.

  “Ooh!” she moaned. “That was hard!”

  Asher pulled his hand back just before he could administer another spank. Okay, so she didn’t like it rough. Some girls didn’t. That was fine.

  He worked the head of his cock into her. Despite her slickness, he could only fit about halfway through before she began to writhe away from him. Resigned to a dismally shallow thrust, he moved slowly back and forth, being careful not to hurt her.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Oh god, you feel so good! You’re so fucking big.”

  “So big,” Stacy echoed. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, her fingers tracing the V of his pelvic muscles.

  “Yeah, just like that.” Asher said, encouraging her. “Grab me. Touch me with your hands.”

  Stacy’s fingers were long but manicured, and it took two pinches of her nails before Asher was able to work himself into a position where he was guaranteed not to scrape himself against anything sharp. His orgasm built up higher inside of his body. Stacy’s hands definitely helped.

  “Squeeze me,” Asher said. Her thin fingers gripped the base of his cock weakly. “Harder. Oh god, harder.”

  He couldn’t help but rock back and forth faster and faster as the anticipation rose in his body, his blood pumping into the hottest part of him. He was about to come when Steph slipped off of his cock. Frustrated, tired of waiting, he gripped his cock in one hand and felt the pressure in him release with three hot pumps. Steph fell back onto the bed as he spurted hot and wet over her back. Stacy lay down alongside her, looking up at Asher’s cock still throbbing in the air.

  Asher reached out one hand and began to stroke Stacy’s clit. He could at least give them a good time if they couldn’t take him.

  “We should probably get going,” she said, pulling her legs together.

  “Already?” Asher had thought they would spend the night, or at least some more time. They hadn’t been in the hotel room a half hour, and now they wanted to leave? “I thought I might tickle you a bit more. At least until you came…”

  Asher’s words trailed off at the sight of the two blondes looking at each other meaningfully.

  “Thanks,” Steph said, pulling her panties back on. “I have work tomorrow morning, though.”

  “Me too,” Stacy said.

  “Sure,” Asher said. The desire had drained from his body, to be replaced with a faint ghost of disappointment. He had barely raised his hand to say goodbye and they were at the door.

  “I had a great time!” Steph said, and Stacy nodded, or was it the other way around? Either way, both of them had looks of genuine excitement on their faces. It wasn’t until they had gone and closed the door behind them that Asher realized what Julian had been talking about the night before. Scratching an itch. He couldn’t expect happiness from a fan who was just there to sleep with someone famous.

  It took hours for Asher to fall asleep, and when he did there was no satisfaction to be found in his dreams. For there, too, Trixie loomed large—beautiful, talented, and always rejecting him.

  By the time Jack pulled up, Trixie had seen two more drunk guys stumble into the alleyway to puke, and she was ready to get out of there. She texted Kate to let her know she’d gotten a ride home with someone else and waved as though she was hailing a cab.

  Jack pulled up to the alley and Trixie ran around to the passenger side. Her head was still a bit fuzzy, but she had never been so goddamn horny in her life. For the past few minutes the only face going through her mind had been Asher’s, and that was not a pleasant kind of lust to be having. She needed something else to shut up her hormones, and if that something else was an ex-boyfriend, so be it.

  “Hey,” she said, leaning over to kiss Jack on the cheek before buckling herself in. “Thanks for coming.”

  “You can thank me after I come,” Jack said, chuckling wit
h laughter at his own joke. Trixie exaggerated rolling her eyes. Jack was a dork. A nice dork, but a dork.

  “You want to go get something to drink?” he asked, resting a hand on her thigh kindly. “Coffee? Smells like you’ve already had too many martinis.”

  “I’m fine,” Trixie said, crossing her legs. “Let’s just go back to your place.”

  “Eager beaver,” Jack said. “I like it. What’s gotten into you tonight?”

  “Like you said,” Trixie said. “A few too many martinis.” And the thought of a certain drummer that seems to be sticking until it gets fucked away.

  “How’s the band doing?” Jack asked, pulling onto the main road. Trixie thought back to all the nights that had ended this way, with him driving her back to his apartment. For a second she forgot why they had broken up. That always happened with Jack. He acted like such a nice guy that she forgot his flaws. “Kate still with that guy? What’s his name?”

  “No, she’s not with what’s his name anymore. They broke up last tour.”

  “And you didn’t invite her to come along?” Jack winked at Trixie.

  “No!”

  She punched him in the shoulder playfully. He pretended to lose control of the wheel, swerving in large curves on the road. Trixie laughed. This was nice. This was… well, it was Jack. The same old Jack.

  “How’s the latest album doing, if you don’t mind me asking? Please don’t punch me again,” he said, holding up one hand to fend off any attacks.

  “It’s doing good,” Trixie said, staring off into the dark as they passed between streetlights.

  “I hear you a lot on the radio,” he said.

  “Bet you just love that.”

  “I don’t mind it. Except when they play our song.”

  “Oh god, don’t remind me.” Trixie slapped her forehead with her hand. Forever Honey had been a hit single, the one love song she’d ever written, but only two weeks after it came out Trixie broke up with Jack. And then she had to play the damn song over and over and over again, having to force herself through the lyrics every time. “I finally convinced everyone to stop playing it as part of our set.”