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

by Emme Rollins

  “Aw, Kate.” He groaned, but he was moving. Sliding up on his knees beside her, before cupping the back of her head and guiding it to where his cock reared proud and thick. He was swollen and heavy, the vein beneath his shaft was long and raised, pulsing beneath the finger she placed against it. Her eyes wide with awe, she licked her lips, not peeling her gaze from his carved crown with its purple tip and its slit gleaming with pre-cum.

  Kate loved his body; it was so fit and just like that of competitive swimmers’; narrow waist and strong, muscled thighs accompanied by perfect abs and pecs that felt incredible beneath her hands as she caressed them over his skin. Impulsive, incredibly aroused, Kate reached up to lick his chest, lingering close to his nipples and running her tongue around one before shifting to the other. She felt his fingers grip her hair and tug on the roots, making her whimper. She flicked the tip of her tongue over his copper-colored nub, making him groan deep in his throat. Then she pressed warm, soft kisses upon his perfectly ridged abs, and heard his sharp intake of breath as she travelled lower.

  Finally, she focused on the beautiful cock before her, her mouth just inches from its mushroom cap. He was so hard and hot in her hand as she circled his immense girth with her fingers. She couldn’t help but tell him how beautiful his cock was, and how much she wanted it filling her mouth to the brim – and then doing the same for her pussy.

  Her raunchy words made him groan and he wrapped her long red locks around his wrists, using the strands as handle bars to urge her lips even closer.

  Needing no further instruction, Kate opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick at him like a lollipop. His growl of approval spurred her on. Hungrily, she sucked on his cap, humming when she tasted drops of his manly essence. Saliva spilled from her wide-open lips, wetting his glans and whetting her appetite.

  Closing her eyes blissfully, she sucked him partway down, her lips snug around his width as her tongue worked wickedly within. Her other hand reached up and cupped his balls, stroking them into tight, swollen orbs while she tried to stuff more of his thickness down her throat.

  “Kate…ah, Kate. You naughty girl,” Gage gasped in delight as she began to bob back and forth, tugging on his turgid flesh with her slippery lips. Inch by inch, she insinuated her mouth further down his shaft till she was gagging from it. He was jabbing at her throat as he began a steady rhythm, the room filling with the noises of sucking and kissing.

  Gage gripped tightly to her hair, making her scalp tingle with agonizing pleasure. He used her mouth roughly, pumping into her cheeks with a sudden burst of intensity that had her almost gagging. And then he was pulling away from her mouth, giving her room to suck in air as his deep rumble of lust filled the air.

  “No more, baby; I’m going to come if we keep this up.” His voice was hardly recognizable, and he surprised her when he grabbed her ankles and drew her to the edge of the bed. She was caught between a gasp and a giggle as he positioned himself standing right between her legs, which he raised high to rest her foot on each shoulder. Exposed totally to him by this position, Kate could only throw her arms back and arc her spine off the bed in wanton submission.

  “Damn, Kate, you are so sexy,” Gage muttered, staring hard at her as her hair spilled out over the sheets, her body flushed with pink eagerness.

  “Take me, Gage.” Kate urged in a whispery tone, her eyes holding his for a time-warping moment. She watched as he fisted his thick long cock and lined in to her quivering slit. He brush-stroked the cap over her sex, causing the moistness to drip faster and more copiously. They both groaned.

  The lights in her eyes dimmed and there was a shaking in her limbs as Gage slid his length halfway into her snatch. Her wetness welcomed him with a smooth, purposeful entry that had them both gasping. He was big, lord he was so big. He filled her tightness to overflowing, making her yelp at the stretching sensation. Pleasure from pain…such a potent equation

  Kate’s fingers clenched tighter on the sheets and with a grunt, Gage suddenly slammed in to the hilt with a drilling force. Kate cried out in ecstasy.

  *

  Shooting from the pillows with a gasp, Kate came awake. Her whole body was shivering and there was a strange ache in her deepest womb. Blinking, she placed her hand against her belly as she went over that long, heated dream – one of many she’d been having lately.

  Fantasies of being taken by Gage had filled her every sleeping moment ever since that night weeks ago. He’d rung the chauffeur whom Kate found waiting at the front of the hotel to take her home. Riding in the back of the limo, she’d closed her eyes and seen the image of Gage’s face; his slightly mocking smile as he’d said goodnight.

  “We could have made such beautiful music together,” he’d said. “Too bad we were much too good at saying goodbye…”

  Suddenly, she remembered that those were the lyrics to one of his hit songs. A song about heartbreak, despair and destruction. His music had always been so poignant yet strangely comforting. Because somehow, knowing that someone out there understood your pain and sang about it, made it seem like you were not alone.

  Kate felt the loneliest she’d ever been though, as the driver took her farther away from Gage. It was three a.m. when she finally let herself into her apartment. She peeled out of her clothes and padded into the bathroom, knowing a warm shower would help her sleep after such an eventful night. The concert, the backstage meet and greet, and finally the after party at the hotel bar and then up in Gage’s room. She thought of Gage’s stirring words of desire…I want you to stay. I want your heat, your passion…

  Kate shuddered beneath the warm spray, hugging her arms about her frame as she felt tears sting and mingle with the cascade falling down her face.

  *

  Now, weeks later, Kate was faced with even more of a dilemma. She arrived at work to be told by her boss that there was “good news”.

  The article had been a success; that much Kate knew. It had felt anti-climatic when the issue had come out a week ago to rave reviews about her Gage Stevens feature. Her employers for one had been thrilled by the outcome.

  “You wrote with such heart and soul,” Ursula, the editor-in-chief, purred in her nasally voice. “I could feel your connection to him in every line. I’m very glad that we made the decision to assign you to this project. You showed more spunk in this one article than in all your other writing for this magazine combined. Which is the basis of why you’re getting this next assignment, of course.”

  “What assignment?” Kate asked, already dreading what was coming. Turned out her every misgiving was correct.

  “Oh, you’re going to love this.” Ursula grinned, her yellowed teeth flashing behind overdone red lips.

  The next assignment was worse – much worse. She was to travel on tour with Gage, documenting the experience.

  Kate’s first, spurring instinct was to simply refuse the task – an option she knew she dared not attempt. For one thing, Ursula was taking the Gage Stevens project very seriously – so seriously, that she was asking Kate to drop every other project and focus on getting ready for the tour that was to kick off in a week’s time.

  “I’ve talked to Gage Stevens’ people and they’re willing to let you board the entire tour. They loved the article you did and fully intend to give you – and our magazine, exclusive access to the band. Do not mess this up, Kate.”

  “Ursula, for personal reasons, I…”

  Ursula held her gaze shrewdly before cutting in. “Kate, how much do you value your career? For months now, we have been wondering as to whether you are someone who really fits in with this team. This assignment is your chance to finally prove yourself. Don’t turn it down. Trust me, if you do your career in this business will be over. No other magazine will touch you if they catch wind that you couldn’t separate your personal life from such an opportunity. You know for yourself that this is a competitive and unforgiving industry, Kate. You understand that you have to do whatever it takes to make this Gage Stevens project
a success. You do understand, don’t you?”

  “Yes, I understand,” Kate replied weakly, her voice nothing more than a whisper lost in the blowing winds of Ursula’s desire to exploit the chance to use their connection to her advantage. Whatever it takes…Kate understood that phrase quite well, but had never had to actually be subjected to obeying it. Looked like she was about to face even more work-related as well as emotional challenges.

  Most tormenting of all was the thought of having to face Gage again considering how much he occupied her every thought. In her dreams, he made love to her with intense passion, always bringing her to complete surrender. His musician hands played her fleshly strings with delicate ferocity.

  All her past memories of lying in his arms had intensified to sense-numbing clarity now that the years had turned full circle. How would she be able to stand being close to him in the next few weeks? How could she attend show after show, deal with the groupies galore, the drinking, and the partying? Kate had a pretty good idea of how wild a tour could get; she had been giving a glimpse into that world the one night when she’d met Gage again for the first time in years. And now she was going to have to not only bear witness to it, but become a part of it night after night.

  *

  If this is a dream, please, dear God, do not wake me up.

  Gage knew he was staring at her like a damned fool, but for the life of him he couldn’t look away.

  Kate, in a tight-fitted skirt. Her long, stocking-clad legs elegantly stepping out of the limo that had picked her up and brought her to meet them where the tour bus was waiting.

  In broad daylight, her creamy complexion, curves in all of the right places and dazzling red hair made her look absolutely stunning.

  Like a plus size cover model. Gage had dated them all: movie stars, Victoria Secret Angels, and international beauty queens. But Kate stood out for her lushness; her obvious cluelessness of just how truly gorgeous she really was.

  He was surprised to see she made it. He’d been so sure she’d refuse to do the assignment. Why would she want to be holed up with him and his entourage for the next month of touring city after city? She wasn’t that much of a rock fan he knew – and she was certainly no fan of his, he thought wryly.

  Obviously, her employers were very persuasive in convincing her that this assignment would be good for her career. It was the only way that this made any sense at all.

  Regardless of why she was here, there was no denying that there was still incredibly passionate tension between them. It wasn’t something that could be wished away no matter how hard he tried. And God help him, he’d tried. He didn’t need the hassle of wanting a woman like Kate. She infuriated him with the way she seemed to look down her nose at him, even now, when he was worth more money than he knew how to spend.

  She had a tentative smile on her face as she walked up to him, and he drew in a calming breath. He was done being crazy over Kate Preston.

  Sure, she’d dumped him in cold blood and never looked back. He could still remember how angry he was…and how hurt. Back in those days when he and his former band had tried to make demo EPs that would hopefully catch a label’s attention. When they’d spent nights opening for other bands, sleeping on the floor of tour buses of the main acts and just doing anything to get themselves out there – to be seen. Gage would never forget having to cook food off a gas grill while in an empty warehouse and not being bothered by the hand-to-mouth way of living, because well, he had chose it. He couldn’t let anything bring him down – even though each night had him groaning silently in pain at the thought that he’d lost Kate and that she’d never even cared enough to stick around and give him a fair chance.

  After Kate had left him it had been really rough for awhile. He’d felt the pain like shrapnel permanently lodged in his heart. But that agony had soon spurred his creative juices and one night, half-drunk and unable to sleep, he’d started writing. And didn’t stop till forty-eight hours of no sleep and food had passed.

  A week later, a couple of those written songs were performed at one of the house gigs his band usually played at.

  Somehow, a video of it got uploaded to YouTube. Next thing Gage knew, he was getting a call from Theo Banks, who co-owned Bankable Records, Inc. He told Gage someone had referred him to the video of the performance and he’d like to meet him right away. Just Gage, not the band.

  It all seemed like part of some fantasy now. Gage could never forget how it had felt, finding out that Banks wanted to sign him on, only him, as a solo act. When Theo discovered that Gage had written all the songs, he was sincerely impressed. He promised to set Gage up with a carefully selected band set of his own. But he had to break off from his group, make a fresh start.

  Gage had had to fight down the guilt for having to let go of his old band. After all, they were his best friends, his brothers. But even the group had known that artistically, they’d reached their collective dead-end. They finally agreed to split up and find their own way, and from what Gage later heard of them, a few had gone on to form other bands and one or two had thriving solo careers in the indie circles.

  In the end, Gage’s decision to go solo paid off. He recorded the album and in less than a year it was certified gold, had topped every list and spawned a few imitators that still hadn’t managed to reach even his waist-level of success after five years in the business.

  Music critics had called that first album a game changer that could be considered a soundtrack not just for the indie rock set but for the other music genres linked to punk, metal or classic rock. Nothing could compare to being respected for his art, which Gage took very seriously. He’d been able to prove to himself that his dream had been worthwhile after all. He’d also shown his parents and all those who’d doubted him – including Kate – how far one could go if you just believe.

  Meeting Kate’s guarded expression, Gage now wondered what it was about her that still drew him, after so long. That night of his last show had been eye opening. Asking her to stay, to give him her body and take them back in time to when it had all felt like magic…Gage knew he must have been crazy. And yet he’d wanted her so bad it had made him almost forget what she’d done to him. Almost.

  Deciding to pick on her cue, he strapped on a charming grin that made her blink in the sunlight that burst behind him.

  “Kate. Ready to hit the road?”

  “Yeah, I guess. Live hard, rock on and all that,” she muttered, that fixed smile still on her face.

  As she strode past him to speak to a few of the roadies who were loading up the bus, Gage got a whiff of her perfume.

  It almost had him staggering on his feet and he felt like he needed to sit down for a moment. Fuck, fuck, and fuck! How could she still do that to him? How could just her scent make his cock so hard it could rip a hole in his pants?

  He shoved a hand through his hair and gritted his teeth. There was nothing he could do but bear it. This demon inside him had to be exorcised. It was obvious that he and Kate Preston had a lot of unfinished business, and there was only one way to finally get her out of his system, once and for all.

  Come hell or high water, Gage decided; he was going to get Kate into his bed. And hopefully then, he’d be free of this fixation he had with the one woman who’d ever made him bleed.

  *

  Kate was far more comfortable with her conservative side – the one she let out for the public. She knew that people generally thought her uptight, but she wasn’t really. However, even she knew that for this assignment, she’d need a total wardrobe upheaval. Even if it was for just a few weeks touring with Gage in six major cities, she certainly wanted to look the part and not stick out like a sore thumb.

  Being a magazine journalist meant she was used to working behind the scenes, so to speak. She’d only just started reporting in the music and entertainment section, and after that night of Gage’s last gig, she was being thrust into the limelight in the most unexpected way. Now she was getting a bird’s eye view of fa
me and what it took to live the rock star life on the road and then, getting to witness the glory on the stage.

  Every show brought a different story. She watched Gage perform and each night she was treated to the brooding masterpiece that was his music. She caught glimpses of him she didn’t expect.

  When he wanted to, he could play the demanding rock star with his perplexing requests required for each venue they arrived at during his tour. He had to have this and that, to be done this or that way. His “rider” or contract included requests that, Kate had to admit, didn’t seem too bizarre compared to other rockers out there in the same industry. True, Gage liked to have particular wines and liquor available, from bottles of Californian Merlot or an Italian Borolo in terms of red wine, and Chardonnay or European Pinot Blanc for white. For his liquor, his rider stated that it had to be Chivas Regal, Stolichnaya vodka or Martell Cordon Bleu cognac.

  He also had to have his fine cheeses, high quality chocolate, expensive champagne such as Cristal and Moet. And then there were the aromatherapy candles, fresh papaya juice – and of course, a rock star couldn’t well do without his liters of still, glacier water from Australia, right?

  Kate knew that the rock venues understood the essentiality of catering to a rock star’s intricate needs. After all, keeping a mega-successful musician happy before, during and after the gig ensured quality performance.

  Kate already found out that each venue at which they appeared was investing millions of dollars per Gage’s appearance. The sheer amounts she got to hear about always made her stagger as she realized exactly what it took to be Gage Stevens.

  But then everyone knew he deserved the superstar treatment. Tickets for the tour had sold out within fifteen minutes of going live. And on getting to their first venue in New York, Kate felt like one could easily get trampled to death by the sheer number of fans waiting at the packed arena for their favorite rock star. There was talk by Gage’s management of booking more dates and Kate had to fight down the urge to scream.