Rock Star Romance Ultimate Volume 2

by Mankin, Michelle

  “No.”

  “When you were still with your ex?”

  “No.”

  “Doesn’t that get lonely?”

  No response.

  He’s closing off. As attractive as he is, I imagine it would be frustrating dating him.

  The two brothers look nothing alike. And why should they? Both are adopted. No blood ties. Pete is all dark features and light skin. Tom has sandy blond hair and soft green eyes, a mix of Kurt Cobain and young Brad Pitt.

  Both of them are handsome, tall, strong, tattooed. But their personalities are just as opposite as their features. Tom is like a wrecking ball. Pete is a quiet river, one with still waters that run deep. Deep and perverse—every other thing out of his mouth is about sex.

  Dammit, what is wrong with me?

  Pete laughs. “Willow, you’re got a look.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Yeah, you do. If you want to screw my brother, go ahead. I won’t stop you. Might watch, but I won’t stop you.”

  “Might?” I tease.

  “I will watch.”

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He nods then looks at me like he knows I’m up to something.

  Here goes nothing. “Does Miles tease you the way he teases Tom? About the two of you having a threesome?”

  Pete laughs. “Miles still teases Tom about me and him double-teaming a girl?”

  “He brings it up every chance he gets.”

  “He’s just trying to rile Tom up in front of you.” Pete’s laugh gets louder. Loud enough to wake up Tom. “Tom was instrumental in fucking things up with Meg and Miles.”

  “And you escape teasing somehow?”

  “No. I love teasing.” He winks. “But not the way you mean.”

  Oh. “Would you have a threesome with Tom?”

  He raises a brow. “Are you looking?”

  “Hypothetically.”

  “Hypothetically, I don’t see Tom with anyone but you for a long time.”

  “Okay. With me and Tom?”

  “Doubt Tom wants to share you.”

  My sex clenches at the thought. It doesn’t make sense. I don’t care about Pete the way I care about Tom. I don’t want anyone but Tom.

  Pete chuckles. “Fuck, Willow, you’ve been thinking about this.”

  “No, it was Miles. I just… Forget I said anything. Okay. I don’t feel that way about you. I only lo- care about Tom. Not that I don’t care about you. Just it’s not the same way. You’re my friend. Tom is… Tom is everything.”

  He smiles. “You’ve got it bad.”

  “I know.”

  “If Tom wanted to, and we all agreed it was just sex, then sure.”

  “Forget I said anything.”

  He nods, but the look on his face suggests he’s going to remember.

  The flight passes quickly. No more dreams of threesomes. And Pete keeps his lips zipped on the cab ride back to the guy’s place in Hollywood.

  It’s a huge mansion. I rush to the upstairs shower, the one in the master bedroom, so quickly I don’t have time to take it in. Better to avoid the sex maniac who has taken over my body and my mind. I spend a long time dressing and putting on makeup.

  There’s a soft knock on the door.

  “Hey, kid, you almost ready?” Tom’s voice is unusually soft.

  I open the door for him. Damn, he’s wearing a grey suit. He looks just as good cleaned up as he does in his usual tattooed bad boy getup.

  I want him out of the suit.

  Tom is the only thing I want. The sex maniac attempting to take over my brain is going to have to shove it.

  I slide my arms around his neck, rise to my tip toes, and press my lips against his. He kisses back, aggressive and hungry. I still can’t believe he’s been avoiding kissing on the lips for as long as he has.

  He’s a damn good kisser.

  My tongue slides into his mouth. I go for his tie. There. It takes a few tries but I get it untied. I tug it out of his shirt and toss it to the ground.

  Tom doesn’t need any convincing. He pins me against the hallway wall. His lips press against mine. He’s hard. The slacks are softer than the jeans he usually wears. I can feel more of him.

  He breaks the kiss to bring his mouth to my ear. “Tell me you aren’t wearing panties either.”

  “Either?”

  He drags his hands over my chest. “Your nipples are hard.”

  “It’s cold in here.”

  He laughs. “It’s eighty degrees and the windows are open.” He brings his hand to the back of my neck and stares into my eyes. “Feel ridiculous in this monkey suit.”

  “You should take it off.”

  “We only have twenty minutes.”

  “I can work with that.”

  Tom smiles. He undoes the buttons of his shirt and slides it off his shoulders. Then his hands are under my dress.

  My eyelids press together as Tom kisses his way down my neck. His hand slides up my thigh. So close to where it needs to be.

  But a door in the hallway opens. It must be Pete. He’s the only other person in this house.

  “You two want me to join, ask.” Pete’s deep voice echoes through the hallway. “You don’t have to bait me.”

  Damn, the man is direct.

  Tom looks at me. “What do you think, kid?”

  Think? I can’t think at all.

  Is Tom really asking me if I want his brother to join us? In a threesome?

  I…

  Before Tom I hadn’t had sex in six years. And now I’m being offered a threesome.

  I want to say yes.

  I stare back at Tom. “I don’t want things between us to change.”

  “They won’t. It’s just sex. Just something new we can try.” Tom runs his hand through my short hair. “It’s up to you. We can take this to my room alone. Or he can watch. Or he can join.”

  He… we…

  Jesus.

  “How would we even do that?” I ask.

  “I’ll show you. I’ve done it before.” Tom looks at Pete.

  Something passes between the two of them.

  Okay. I’m going to need a hell of a lot more boldness if I’m going to ask the man to watch much less join.

  I make eye contact with Pete. “Do you want to join?”

  Pete’s eyes light up. “Fuck yeah.”

  Tom laughs. “He needs a rebound fuck.”

  “I don’t know if I can handle…” I look back at Tom. There’s so much affection in his eyes. I really believe he wants nothing more than my happiness. My pleasure. “Can we start with him watching?”

  Tom presses his lips to mine. “Yeah. Whatever you want. You’re in charge. And he’s not kissing you on the lips.”

  The guys exchange a look of agreement.

  Holy crap. Are we really negotiating terms for a threesome?

  My body is on fire. The two of them at once… it’s hot as hell.

  I’m a pervert. Took me a while to figure it out, but now it’s clear as day.

  I, Willow Denton, am a filthy, sex-obsessed pervert.

  And it feels damn good.

  I stare into Tom’s green eyes. “You promise things won’t change between us?”

  He nods. “I promise.”

  “Because you’re important to me. And if I lose you… that’s not a possibility I can entertain.”

  “I know, kid. You won’t. I promise. If this is too much-”

  I shake my head. “No. I want to do it.”

  “We are gonna be late,” Pete says.

  “So we’ll be late,” I say.

  We’re actually doing this.

  I’m actually going to do this.

  What the hell happened to my normal life?

  It’s just like my dream. The world is moving faster. A lot faster.

  I’m already in Tom’s room. On his bed. The comforter is a pile on the floor. Then my dress is on top of it.

  I’m naked and I’m pressed against Tom and Pe
te is watching.

  And I want this.

  Tom presses his lips against mine. Then they’re on my neck. His hands are on my chest. He looks to me for instruction. I’m leading this. It’s what I’m comfortable with.

  I stare into those gorgeous green eyes of his. “I want you leading. I want all this, all the way.”

  Tom nods to me. Then he nods to his brother.

  It’s still going fast. But it’s a good fast, like a roller coaster.

  I focus on Tom. My hands stay on his shoulders. My lips stay on his. His lips stay on mine.

  But there are other lips on me too. Pete’s. He drags his lips over my shoulders and back. His hands are on my shoulders. My chest.

  I mean into his touch.

  Tom slides his hand between my legs. He strokes me. It’s so much sensation at once. Four hands on my body. Four hands bringing me pleasure.

  The two of them, bringing me pleasure.

  I suck on Tom’s lips. Drag my hands down his sculpted torso. I need him inside me.

  But he takes one hand of me and holds it in place.

  “Not until you come on my hand,” he groans. His voice is heavier. Needier.

  Okay. I asked him to lead. I can’t complain.

  I let my eyes close and get lost in sensation. Lips on my neck. Hands on my chest. Tom, stroking me to orgasm. Pleasure builds inside me. Closer and closer.

  Then I’m there.

  I dig my hands into his shoulders, groaning as I come. “Tom.”

  Three slow breaths and I have my senses. I take a long look at Tom. His lids are heavy. His green eyes are filled with desire. He wants this.

  Then I turn to look at Pete. It’s strange. I’ve never thought of him this way. But, with Tom leading, I like him touching me. With Tom leading, I like him staring at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.

  I want to keep going. Want all of this.

  I nod a yes. To someone. To both of them.

  Tom cups my cheek. His eyes meet mine. “We’re gonna take this slow, kid. Okay?”

  “Too slow.” I reach for Tom’s slacks. “I want both of you naked. Immediately.”

  Tom smiles. “Can’t turn that down.”

  I watch with rapt attention as he strips out of his jeans and boxers. Damn, I will never get tired of marveling at his cock piercing. The thing is magical.

  He nods to me. “Turn around.”

  I do. It brings me face to face with Pete. It’s a little strange watching my not-quite-a-boyfriend’s brother strip to nothing. But I get used to it fast.

  He pulls off his t-shirt and shimmies out of his jeans.

  Then his boxers are at his knees.

  He’s big.

  “Touch him,” Tom whispers in my ear. He positions his body behind mine and slides my knees apart.

  His cock nudges against my sex.

  I force myself to keep my eyes open. To keep them on Pete. Damn, this is really happening. It still hasn’t sunk in. Something tells me it never will. That it will always feel like a dream.

  I press my hand against Pete’s chest. Bring my eyes to his. His skin feels good against mine, but it’s not the same as with Tom’s.

  His brown eyes fill with need. His pupils dilate as I drag my hands down his torso. Almost. They skim the skin just below his belly button.

  My fingers curl around his cock.

  Tom slides inside me. I groan as he goes deeper. His hands stay on my hips, holding me in place. Then he’s thrusting into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

  His lips press into my chest. “Want to watch you get him off.”

  My sex clenches.

  I want him to watch that.

  The voice that is supposed to scream what the hell is wrong with you is silent.

  This is really happening.

  No kissing on the lips. No offense to Pete’s perfectly lovely, soft lips, but I don’t want them on mine. Instead, I bring my lips to his neck. And I stroke him.

  He groans.

  Tom groans.

  I groan.

  I lose track of my thoughts. My world is a tangle of limbs, hands on skin. My free hand reaches back for Tom. Gets his hip. I sink my fingers into his skin.

  With my other hand, I stroke Pete. I go faster. Harder. I rub my thumb over his tip.

  Tom pulls my body against his, my back against his chest. It brings him deeper.

  He sucks on my earlobe, sending waves of pleasure through me. He whispers. “You want to suck him off?”

  God help me, I do.

  “Yes,” I groan.

  Pete groans, his pupils dilating.

  Tom thrusts deeper. I shudder. I’m close again.

  His lips trail over my neck and shoulders. Then he’s turning my head and his lips are on mine. His tongue is in my mouth.

  Tom pulls back. “Good. I want to watch.” He runs his fingers through my hair.

  It’s so romantic, him telling me he wants to watch me blow another man.

  His green eyes are filled with pleasure. He’s close. I need to get him there. Need him coming inside me.

  Tom guides me into position. His hands stay on my shoulders as I plant my hands on the bed.

  My eyes meet Pete’s for a moment. An understanding passing between us. This is just sex. Amazing sex but just sex.

  I press my lips against Pete’s stomach. One of my hands goes to his hips. He has quite the intricate tattoo, but that isn’t really a concern at the moment.

  I brush my lips against him. Taste him. Tease him.

  Then I wrap my lips around him and take him deep.

  I have Pete in my mouth. Tom in my sex.

  Pete tugs at my hair.

  Tom holds onto my hip with one hand, riding me hard. The other slides to my chest. He plays with one of my breasts.

  Then there’s a hand on the other.

  Both of them are touching me at once.

  I get lost in sensation. My sex clenches. I suck harder. I dig my fingers into the sheets.

  I’m almost there.

  A few more thrusts and I am there. My sex clenches around Tom’s cock. It pulls him closer. I can hear him groaning. Feel his hips and thighs shaking.

  This is so much sensation. I can barely take it.

  Fingers play with my nipple. I’m not sure who’s. Then the other one too. It’s just hard enough to hurt. It pushes me over the edge. I dig my hands into the bed as I come.

  I still have both of them.

  And I need both of them there.

  I pull my hand from the bed and wrap it around Pete’s cock. Tom is still pounding into me. He’s groaning. The room is filled with groaning, but I’d know the sound of Tom’s anywhere.

  His nails dig into my skin.

  Pete tugs at my hair.

  Both of them play with my nipples.

  Both of them thrust into me.

  I surrender to the ride. Sucking and shifting my hips and stroking without a single conscious thought on the matter.

  The thighs in front of me are shaking. Groans fill the room. Pete is almost there. He tugs at my hair hard enough it hurts. But that only encourages me.

  Then Tom is groaning too, and dammit I need both of them coming.

  “Fuck, Willow,” Pete groans.

  I suck harder, flick my tongue over Pete’s head. A few more motions of my mouth and he’s there. He pulls back. His had wraps around his cock as he comes on my chest.

  He looks satisfied. Spent.

  Tom isn’t shy about anything. He doesn’t stop to clean me up. He shifts out, flips me onto my back, and pries my legs apart.

  He looks to Pete. “Help me get her off again.”

  “With pleasure.”

  Tom thrusts into me. My eyes press together. That is where the world is supposed to be. He lifts my hips, pulling me closer, pushing him deeper.

  Pete’s hands slide over my chest. He plays with my nipples. God, it’s so much sensation, the two of them together.

  Again, my body fills with pleasure. Ever
y flick of Pete’s fingers sends pangs of pleasure to my sex. Tom is there, filling me, thrusting into me.

  I tug at the sheets.

  Almost.

  With Tom’s next thrust, I come. It’s a hard, fast orgasm. It’s intense enough it hurts.

  “I can’t take much more,” I groan.

  Tom’s eyes meet mine. He nods.

  “I want you to come inside me. Please.” I arch my hips to meet him.

  He groans.

  His movements get faster. Deeper. I sigh. My thighs tense as I arch into his movements.

  I pry my eyes apart to watch the pleasure spread over his face. God damn, Tom looks so beautiful when he’s coming. His green eyes are filled with pleasure. His soft lips part with a sigh.

  “Willow,” he groans. His eyelids press together.

  Then he’s there. His cock pulses inside me. He thrusts through his orgasms, not stopping until he’s completely spent.

  Tom sets me down on the bed. He collapses next to me and presses his lips to mine.

  Pete plants a kiss on my cheek. “You’re sexy as hell, Willow. Tom is lucky to have you.” He shifts off the bed. “I’ll let you guys get ready.”

  A few footsteps and he’s out of the room.

  Tom wraps his arms around me pulling me closer. “What did you think?”

  “He’s your brother. What did you think?”

  “Think you look hot as hell with your lips wrapped around a cock.” He runs his fingers through my hair. “But a mirror would do the trick just as well.”

  “Or a camera.”

  Tom’s lips curl into a smile. “Whatever you want. I want the world for you, kid.”

  “The world of threesomes?”

  “If that’s the world you want.”

  I laugh. I nestle into Tom’s body. This feels better than any sex ever could.

  Not that it will stop me from having him again when we get home.

  THE RIGHT MAN

  MICHELLE MANKIN

  PROLOGUE

  * * *

  “Tell me about Cinderella again, Gran,” the little girl asked Alice as she reached to switch off the lamp.

  “It’s time for bed, sweetheart.”

  “Just one more time. Please.” Jewel blinked her big golden eyes. “I’ll go right to sleep afterward. Promise.”

  “All right.” Alice’s expression softened. Her granddaughter was the apple of her eye, and she could hardly refuse the child anything. Carefully, she tucked the ruffled pink comforter she had sewn for Jewel around her. “But how about a different love story this time?”