Rock Star Romance Ultimate Volume 2

by Mankin, Michelle

  At the sight of me without underwear, she shook her head. “Commando?”

  “You know it.”

  She rolled her eyes but grinned in spite of herself. Since I knew she was modest, I let her keep her dress on until I was totally naked. Then I lifted it over her head. “So beautiful,” I murmured as my hands went to cup and knead her breasts. Our lips found each other, and we began kissing passionately. I lay back on the blanket and urged Abby to straddle me. I knew she loved riding me because it gave her more pleasure, and it was hot as hell for me to watch her swaying breasts and her body bouncing on and off of me.

  As she rubbed her wet center across my dick, I groaned. “Wait a minute.” I furiously dug a condom out of the back pocket of my discarded jeans and then slid it on. Abby rose up and then started easing down on me inch by inch. Placing her palms on my chest, she then set an agonizingly slow rhythm rising almost off of me and then bringing herself slowly back down. After a few minutes of breathless panting from the two of us, I gripped her hips tighter and started working her harder and faster against me. Our pants were replaced by the sounds of grunts and groans and skin slapping together. “Oh Jake,” Abby murmured as she came. I kept raising her hips and jerking her hard down on me, but with her clenching walls, I didn’t last much longer before crying out her name and spilling myself inside her.

  Collapsing onto my chest, Abby began sniffling. “I already miss you.”

  I chuckled. “Angel, I’m still inside you.”

  “I don’t care.” She rose up to shoot me a death glare. “And don’t joke at a time like this.”

  “I’m sorry. It’s a defense mechanism.” I brushed her long blonde hair out of her face. “Trust me that I feel just as desperate about you leaving. But we’re going to make this work.”

  “How?”

  “With Mama, it’s not going to be an option for me to come to you, so I’ve been thinking that I’ll just fly you out here on the days you have off between tour stops.”

  Abby’s eyes widened. “Do you know how much that would cost!”

  I shrugged. “So.”

  “Jake, it’s awfully sweet, but I can’t let you do that.”

  “It’s not up for discussion, Angel. I want to be with you, I have the money, so you might as well not argue with me since I always get my way.”

  Rolling her eyes, she replied, “You’re such an egomaniac.”

  I ran my fingers over her bare back, causing her to shiver. “But in spite of all my faults, you still love me, right?”

  “With all my heart and soul.”

  “Good. Because I feel the same fucking way.” Flipping us over, I settled myself between her thighs. “Ready to show me once again just how much you’re going to miss me?”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  * * *

  Abby

  “Love ya, Austin and see ya again next year!” I cried into the microphone. As I started off stage, I waved at the boisterous crowd. Unlike the guys, I didn’t stop at the dressing rooms to change. Instead, I headed straight for the bus. My hulking bodyguard followed right at my side and didn’t leave me until the bus doors closed and locked behind me.

  Once I was in the safety of the bedroom, I dug out my phone and called Jake. While our long-distance love arrangement had been running smoothly, I’d been worried about him the last few times we had talked. In the weeks after I’d left, Susan’s health had begun rapidly deteriorating, and it was wreaking havoc on Jake emotionally. I wanted more than anything to bail on the tour to be with him.

  He answered on the third ring. “Hey Angel, how was the show?”

  “Good. It was a pretty big venue, and we sold out.”

  “That’s awesome. I miss you like crazy.”

  His words caused a fluttering in my chest. “I miss you too. How’s Susan?”

  Jake inhaled a sharp breath, and I could almost feel his anguish through the phone. “She’s okay I guess. She’s having more bad days than good.”

  My heart ached for him, and I would have given anything to be able to wrap my arms around him and comfort him. I knew he needed a distraction, and after more girl talks with Lily, I knew she had admitted that she often resorted to comforting Brayden’s emotional heartaches with physical love.

  After gnawing on my bottom lip, I finally decided to go brazen. “I bought something for you today.”

  “You did?” Jake questioned absentmindedly.

  “Actually, it’s for me, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

  A hissing noise came from Jake. “Whoa, wait a minute. What did you buy?”

  I giggled. “I’m glad I have your full attention now, Mr. Horny.”

  He groaned. “Fuck, did you buy some lingerie?”

  “Mmm, hmm.”

  “Show me.”

  “Nope, not until this weekend.”

  “Yes! Go put it on and take a picture for me!” he commanded in a voice that made me instantly all hot and bothered.

  “Nope. Patience, Mr. Slater. You’ll have a nice surprise this weekend.”

  In an almost helpless, pitiful voice, he asked, “Please?”

  I couldn’t help grinning at his change in tone. “All right, all right. Give me five minutes.”

  “Thank you, baby. You don’t know how happy that makes me. Of course, I’m already hard just thinking about you getting undressed.”

  “Jake!” I cried as heat filled my cheeks.

  He chuckled at my outrage. “Okay, go change.”

  After I hung up, I peeked out of the bedroom. The boys still hadn’t made it back to the bus. I locked the door and then slipped on the black and white checkered bra and thong. With white bows along the edges, it had an extremely naughty school girl look, especially when I slid on the white, lacy garters. Innocent, but sexy. Once I was outfitted, I stood in front of the mirror and snapped a few pictures from different angles. Then I texted them to Jake. I’d barely finished sending the last one when he called me.

  “Are you trying to kill me? You’re even wearing garters!”

  I laughed. “Does that mean you like it?”

  “Oh fuck, Angel, I’ll explode before Friday.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “Are you still wearing it?”

  “Yes,” I replied warily. I had a feeling where this was going, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it yet.

  “Wanna make love to me over the phone?”

  I snorted. “You mean, ‘Let’s have phone sex’.”

  “Anyone can make it sound dirty,” he teased.

  Fiddling with the lace on my garters, I asked, “Are you in your bedroom?”

  After I heard some muffled noises, Jake replied, “Yes, I’m in bed now—naked and hard as a fucking rock because of your pictures.”

  A thrill went over me at the image that formed in my mind. Closing my eyes, I focused on the familiar sight of his lean muscles, his tight abs and all his tattoos. When heat burned between my thighs, I got a little more courage. “Do you want me naked?”

  “Just your bra first.”

  I reached around and unhooked the snaps. Once it fell free, I fought the urge to cross my arms over my naked chest.

  “Is it off?”

  “Yeah…”

  “Put me on speakerphone.”

  “Jeez, you sure are bossy,” I muttered as I put the phone on the bed and punched the button.

  “Cup your breasts.” Just as I was told, I brought my hands to my chest. “Are your nipples hard yet?”

  “No,” I murmured.

  “Pinch them.”

  Against my better judgment, I did as I was told. “Does it feel good?” Jake asked.

  “Yeah,” I murmured truthfully. Okay, maybe I could get into this a little bit.

  Jake’s long moan echoed throughout the room. “Oh baby, I wish I was there. I would have my mouth and hands all over your breasts.”

  “I wish you were here too.” Biting my lip, I hesitated before I asked, “Are you touching yourself?”

  “Oh yeah. But
I’m imagining it’s your hands on me or I’m sliding in and out of your warm mouth.”

  While slightly mortified by his dirty talk, a shudder went through me at his words. The dull ache between my legs began to grow. “Do you want me to take my panties off now?”

  “Mmm, yeah. But keep on the garters.”

  I slid off the thong and then buried myself under the covers. “Okay, I’m naked.”

  “Are you wet?”

  Warmth entered my cheeks as the reality crashed down on me again of what I’m doing. “Jake…”

  “Come on, Angel, tell me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Mmm, I love how wet you get for me. Now stroke yourself nice and slow,” Jake ordered. Once again, I did as I was told. Closing my eyes, I pictured him and his delicious fingers touching and probing my center. “Now faster.” When I sped up my tempo, I couldn’t help gasping with pleasure. “Oh baby, that’s right. Let me hear you.”

  Even with the TV on, I still didn’t want to be too loud in case the boys came in. So instead, I bit down on my lip, stifling some of my cries. “You’re holding back,” Jake panted.

  “Yeah, well, I’ll let go if you let me hear you,” I countered breathlessly.

  At the sound of his grunts and groans, I felt myself building closer and closer to coming. “Oh Jake!” I cried as I went over the edge. Just as I started coming down, Jake’s breathing grew even more ragged. “Angel, oh fuck!”

  I lay there for a moment, trying to catch my breath. It was a few seconds before either of us spoke. “That was fucking fantastic!” Jake exclaimed.

  A giggle escaped my lips. “Yeah, it was. Now you’ve even taken my phone virginity.”

  “I love that you did that for me, Angel. But most of all, I love you.”

  My heart thumped wildly in my chest. “I love you too. I can’t wait to see you Friday.”

  “Will you promise to wear the lingerie under your clothes?”

  “Of course I will. I’d do anything for you.”

  “God, I love you, Angel.”

  “I love you more.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  * * *

  Abby

  Three days and two performances after my infamous phone call with Jake, I lounged in a giant hotel suite the label had provided for my brothers and me. I was counting the hours and minutes before I could see Jake again.

  At the sound of a Mariachi ring tone echoing through the room, I grinned and picked up my phone. “Hello, AJ, what’s shaking?”

  “Hola, Abuela, como estas?”

  My brows furrowed as I pulled the phone away to make sure it was really AJ. Then I replied in Spanish, “Um, I think you have the wrong number.”

  Still in Spanish, AJ replied, “Yeah, I got the right number. I just can’t speak freely at the moment. That’s why I’m talking in Spanish.”

  I gasped. “Is it Jake? Is something wrong?”

  He drew in a ragged breath. “He’s in bad shape, Angel. He’s totally shut down, and I don’t know what the hell to do.”

  “But why? What happened? I just talked to him last night.” My mind spun frantically as I tried to remember anything unusual about our conversation. He’d mentioned the nurse was worried Susan’s pneumonia might be getting worse, but Jake hadn’t told me much more.

  “The pneumonia took a greater toll on her system than the nurse and hospice people thought. She’s been practically comatose all day.”

  My stomach churned, and I fought the urge to throw up. “Oh God…poor Jake…poor Susan,” I murmured, gripping my phone tight as tears burned my eyes.

  “Even though he won’t say it or admit it, he needs you. Can you come?”

  My mind whirled with the next few days of shows. The logical answer was I couldn’t go, but there was no way in hell I was leaving Jake alone when he needed me most. “Of course I can. I’ll get the next flight out.”

  “Good. I’ll come pick you up, okay?”

  “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

  “See you soon.”

  “Bye.”

  ***

  Surprisingly, my brothers and parents didn’t protest about me leaving. They believed my place was with Jake and Susan. I was able to get a flight two hours later, and true to his word, AJ was waiting to pick me up. After he filled me in on everything that was going on, we spent most of the drive in silence.

  Cars were parked everywhere along Jake’s driveway. Since it was raining, AJ dropped me off closer to the door and then went back to park. With a shaky hand, I rang the doorbell. I half expected a nurse or one of Jake’s relatives to answer it. Nothing could have prepared me for Jake throwing open the heavy mahogany door. At the sight of me, he did a double take. The color drained from his face before he demanded, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  I jolted back at the harshness of his tone. It took me a moment to find my voice. “AJ called me and told me about Susan. I came as soon as I could to be with you…and her.”

  He stood there still staring at me. My heart ached at his appearance. Rough stubble covered his face from where he hadn’t shaved, and his usually styled-to-perfection hair was unkempt. Dark purple circles formed under his eyes. He wore a ratty Runaway Train t-shirt and a pair of holey jeans. While he had yet to ask me in, I threw myself forward, wrapping my arms tight around him. “Oh, baby, I’m so, so sorry. I’m here for you, and I love you.”

  He didn’t hug me back. In fact, his arms lay limply at his sides. I pulled away to tenderly kiss his cheek. “Talk to me, Jake,” I implored.

  His body shuddered for a moment before he shook his head. Without a word, he pushed out of my embrace. Taking my hand, he jerked me further into the foyer and down the hallway. I thought we might be going to Susan’s room, but instead, he ushered me into his room and slammed the door.

  “Jake, what are—” He silenced me by crushing his lips to mine. The kiss was demanding and harsh, nothing like I was used to experiencing with him. Taking my shoulders, he whirled me around and shoved me back against the door with such a force I cried out. His hands raked over my body as I tried getting away from him.

  “Stop it!” I cried against his mouth.

  When he pulled away, his fingers went to the button on his jeans. When he started to undo them, I shook my head. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m gonna fuck you. That’s what you came here for, right?”

  My mouth, bruised from his earlier assault, fell open in shock. “No! How could you think such a horrible thing? I came to be with you because I love you and you need me.”

  With his blue eyes blazing, his hips pinned me against the wall again. His lips curled into an angry smirk. “All anyone ever wants is a piece of me—a way to further themselves through me. That’s what you want too, right? You’re Jake Slater’s girlfriend—the one who finally tamed the notorious womanizer.”

  I shook my head wildly back and forth at his accusation. “I’m your girlfriend because I love you—not because of who you are or what anyone thinks.” I brought my hands to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at me. “I know you, Jake. I see every single imperfection you have, and I still love you. There’s no one else in the world for me but you. And when you’re hurting, I want to be with you. When you’re broken and shattered like you are right now, I’m going to help you pick up the pieces. That’s what love is, baby.” I leaned over to whisper against the coarse stubble on his chin. “Trust me when I say that I’d do anything to be able to take away the terrible hurt you’re feeling right now. But you have to let me in a little.”

  He grabbed my wrists in his hands and shoved them above my head. “You’d do anything for me, huh?”

  “Yes,” I murmured, fighting the urge to cry out from the pain of his grip.

  “That’s a fucking pity. Because all you’ve done is become my whore.”

  My head jerked back like he had slapped me. It was as if a total stranger had taken over Jake’s body. I’d never seen him act this way, even hi
s infamous drunken bus escapade paled in comparison. “Jake, please don’t do this! Don’t shut me out now.” Tears burned my eyes. “I know you’re hurting, but I know you love me and you need me.”

  With a cruel sneer, his hands left mine to slide down my body and rest on my hips. “I’m sorry, Angel, but that’s where you were mistaken. You were just another piece of ass to conquer—although yours was a little more of a challenge. But I have to admit how surprised I was that some romance and a profession of love had you parting those sweet thighs faster than I ever thought.”

  “That’s a lie! I know you loved me then, and you do now. You’re just twisting everything around because you’re mixed up inside.” I gripped his shoulders. “You have to fight this, Jake. You can’t give over to the darkness. That’s not what Susan would want either.”

  A stormy mix of emotions flickered in Jake’s eyes. “You can think what you want to, but I know what I’m saying about screwing you. I’m glad I got to break you in because you were meant for fucking. The way you cried out my name and came so hard on my tongue when I went down on you…Mmm…baby that was hot.”

  “Stop it,” I protested feebly as tears of frustration and hurt streamed down my cheeks.

  “Now don’t cry, Angel. It was an honor to be your first. And I promise I’ll remember you as one of the best fucks I’ve ever had—the innocent little angel who let the Big Bad Wolf inside her tight-as-hell walls.”

  The frayed strands of my emotions snapped in two, and before I could stop myself, I brought my palm hard against his cheek, causing a loud crack to reverberate throughout the room. Any hurt within me gave way to white hot anger. “You unimaginable asshole! Don’t you ever talk to me like that again! I know your mother is dying, but that doesn’t give you an excuse to spit and trample upon everything we are. You better wake up fast and realize what you’re saying. You need to get it through your thick skull that I wasn’t just a piece of ass—that I was everything you ever dreamed of, but you fucked it all up because you had to push me away when you needed me most!”