Table of Contents
Epilogue
Dangerous Rock
Also by Crystal Kaswell
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Want More Dangerous Noise?
Dangerous Kiss
Cover
Want more cocky rock stars?
Sing Your Heart Out
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
More Books by Crystal Kaswell
Dangerous Rock
Crystal Kaswell
Contents
Dangerous Rock
Also by Crystal Kaswell
About This Book
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
Want More Dangerous Noise?
Dangerous Kiss
Cover
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Want more cocky rock stars?
Sing Your Heart Out
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
More Books by Crystal Kaswell
Dangerous Rock
A Dangerous Noise Novel
Crystal Kaswell
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
DANGEROUS ROCK
First edition. March 30, 2017.
Copyright © 2017 Crystal Kaswell.
Written by Crystal Kaswell.
cover by Indigo Chick Designs
Photo by Sara Eirew
Also by Crystal Kaswell
Dangerous Noise
Dangerous Kiss - Ethan
Dangerous Crush – Kit
Dangerous Rock – Joel
Dangerous Fling – Mal – coming May 2017
Sinful Serenade
Sing Your Heart Out - Miles
Strum Your Heart Out - Drew
Rock Your Heart Out - Tom
Play Your Heart Out - Pete
Sinful Ever After – series sequel
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Dangerous Rock
A standalone romance about what happens in Vegas…
I’m married to a rock star.
And I don’t even know his last name.
Bella
There’s a tall, tattooed man in my bed.
Not any tall, tattooed man.
He’s a rock star.
A sex god.
And now he’s my husband.
Last night, I married Joel.
It’s ridiculous. I’m a good girl. I don’t get into trouble. I don’t look twice at bad boys. I can’t stay married to a rock star.
But there’s something about Joel. Not just the way his green eyes light up when he smiles, or the way he makes me laugh, or the way he makes me shake with pleasure–
I’m not sure I can walk away.
Joel
Bella Chase is a challenge.
With the tight bun and the cute cardigan, she’s as prim and proper as they come.
My only plan for the night is getting her under me, screaming my name.
Filling her with so much pleasure she begs me to stop.
I didn’t plan on marrying her.
But now that she’s my wife, I’m not about to let her go.
1
Joel
Damn, this beer is watered down. And it still tastes like shit.
I fight my grimace.
The bartender is staring at me like I'm the second coming of Jesus.
He's going on about how much he loves Dangerous Noise.
How he's a drummer too.
The second sip isn't as bad. The third is almost tolerable.
Fuck it.
I down half the glass then offer the guy my best plastered on smile.
The bartender grins. "You do live up to your reputation."
Right. I'm Joel Young, life of the party, the guy who drinks and fucks until he passes out.
The guy who always makes a joke.
Always laughs shit off.
I keep my voice that floaty tone. "I aim to please."
He motions to a blond woman in a tight dress. She's eying me with desire, but I can't tell if it's oooh, celebrity trophy or I want the anonymous hottie in my bed right away.
He grabs another glass and fills it from the tap. "This one is on me."
"That's all right." I tilt my head back to finish my beer. It's only a notch better than sewer water, but, hey, I'm Joel Young, life of the party.
I don't turn down free beer.
I chug the second glass and leave the guy two twenties.
Two beers and I'm barely feeling a buzz. But then a buzz isn't what I want tonight.
There are only three places where the world makes sense. My drum kit is hundreds of miles away. I'm sore from this morning's workout.
That means I need a beautiful woman in my bed.
Her legs spread.
Her eyes filled with desire.
Her lips parting as my name rolls off her tongue.
That makes sense.
This is a Las Vegas club. It's not packed a week before Christmas, but it's busy enough. The music is pounding. The dance floor is throbbing. And the women are here for the same reason I am.
I cut through the crowd.
The blond woman follows.
Her fingers curl around my forearm then hold tight.
Her red nails dig into my skin as she presses her tits against my back. "I hate to ask, but are you really Joel Young?"
That answers that question.
I turn back to her with a smile. "No, I'm his sexi
er twin brother."
She giggles. "Joel Young doesn't have a twin brother."
"He can't admit anyone in the world is more beautiful than he is."
This time, she lets out a guffaw of a fake laugh. Those long, red nails rake over my skin. She arches her back to thrust her chest towards me.
It's the kind of gesture that usually calls my attention.
But there's a hollowness to it.
She doesn't want me. She wants Joel Young, celebrity playboy. Usually, I'm okay stepping into that role. But right now…
My head refuses to get in gear. My thoughts are drifting back to that look on Mom's face. She needed me to make a joke. She needed me to laugh that shit off, so she could laugh it off too.
But I couldn't.
For the first time in my entire fucking life, I couldn't laugh it off.
God dammit, I'm not in Vegas because I want to think.
"Nice to meet you, honey." I smile and pull away from the blonde.
She pouts, no doubt lamenting the loss of her I fucked a celebrity story, but I'm not about to stick around to kiss it better.
I get all the way to the other side of the dance floor before I see her.
Fuck, does she not belong here. Her black dress hugs her lush curves. It's sexy as hell, but it looks more business than pleasure. It looks like something she'd wear to meet with her boss.
If she didn't look so young and awkward, she'd look like a boss. She has that stiffness about her.
She shifts her weight between her long legs. Her milk chocolate hair is pulled into a tight bun. Thick, black glasses frame her brown eyes.
All I can think about is sliding those frames off her face.
Watching her hair spill over her cheeks and shoulders.
Pulling her panties to her knees, diving under that dress, and licking her until she's coming on my face.
She chews on her lip as she leans against the wall.
I'm not about to watch her have a bad time. Not when I'm here.
I couldn't fix my parents' marriage. I couldn't fix my mom's miserable mood.
But I can fix this woman's night.
I move close enough to introduce myself. "I'm Joel."
She looks up at me curiously. It's not where do I know him from? It's something else.
"You aren't starting with a line?" she asks.
"If that's what you want." I lean against the wall, copying her posture. I cock a brow. I don't do pick up lines, but I've got a fierce urge to wipe the frown off her face. I can make an exception.
She looks at me, waiting. "Well…"
I give her a long, slow once over. Her brown eyes are dotted with flecks of honey. Her red lips are full and thick. That black dress is tight around her curvy body. And those tits. Nice, big, real tits…
Fuck, I'm getting distracted.
I stare into her pretty brown eyes as I raise a brow. "Baby, are your legs tired…"
She stares at me as if to say really?
No. Not really. I hold a straight face. "Because those shoes look uncomfortable."
Her nose scrunches as she laughs. It's a quick thing, but it dissolves all the tension in her expression.
Damn, I love the sound of her laugh in my ears. It's not like with the blonde.
It's real.
No pretenses.
No bullshit.
Just her responding to me.
She offers her hand. "I'm Bella."
I shake. Her hand is clammy. She's nervous.
I can help with that.
I lean a little closer. "You want a drink, Bella?"
"Yes, please. Gin and tonic."
I press my palm against the small of her back to lead her to the bar. She looks at me funny for a moment, then her attention goes back to her feet.
She's really fucking nervous.
There's something endearing about that. I usually sleep with women as experienced as I am. This girl, Bella… she's not the one-night stand type.
Which means I get to introduce her to the thrill.
Fuck, I bet I can introduce her to a lot of stuff.
I order our drinks, a gin and tonic for her and a scotch, neat for me. The bartender is quick and he doesn't bring up anything else about the band.
Bella traces the outline of her glass. She gives me a long once-over then her eyes meet mine. "I saw you dancing with that blonde. She was ready to drag you to the bathroom."
"I'm holding out for someone who wants to drag me to the roof."
"It's freezing out."
"That must be why it's taken all night."
Again, she laughs. "Do people really have sex in bathrooms?"
"You're hot, Bella, but I'm not gonna make an exception for you."
She laughs. "Do you have any wiggle room? Maybe a utility closet?"
"Maybe." Absolutely. "Do you always negotiate?"
She sticks out her tongue. "Please don't say what you're about to say."
I cock a brow.
"You know: Bella, you should be a lawyer."
"I wasn't about to talk about your career."
"Good. I don't want to know about yours either. No offense. I just—"
"I'm deeply offended. But, thankfully, I'm secretly a criminal assassin, so it's convenient you don't want to know."
She laughs. "You have a hiding in plain sight strategy?"
I nod.
Her eyes go to my bare arms, the left then the right. "I don't think you're an assassin."
"You don't think I could kill someone?"
"I'm sure you could. But could and do are different things. I don't see it."
"I thought you didn't want to talk jobs."
Her smile lights up her brown eyes. Already, her shoulders are softening. Already, she's happier than when we met.
Her eyes meet mine. "I've never met an assassin before."
"That you know about."
She laughs. "True." She tilts her head back to finish the last of her gin and tonic.
My head fills with ideas about her bouncing on my lap, throwing her head back like that as she comes again and again.
Screaming my name again and again.
The tension in my shoulders eases.
It's been a long time since I've wanted someone this much. Already, everything is coming into focus. The music is clearer. My scotch is richer. The air is sweeter.
I finish my drink, drop it on the counter, then order another round. The bartender is quick enough I forgive him for the shit beer.
I grab our drinks, slide my arm around Bella, and lead her to a cozy booth in the corner.
I'm not in the mood to fuck in a bathroom.
But I want to see what her eyes look like filled with pleasure as soon as possible.
She takes a long sip and sets her drink down. Her hands go to the bottom of her skirt. "You're really good at this."
"I have a lot of experience."
She looks up at me. "I… um, actually, it's been a while. A long while."
"Yeah?" I bite my tongue. Fuck. Maybe I'm a pervert, but I love being a woman's first anything. Even first in a while.
"I guess… the last time I kissed a strange man, it was because we played truth or dare."
"Truth or dare?"
"I was fourteen. It was normal." She pulls her dress down. "No cheating and saying I dare you to tell me."
"Is that cheating?"
"Well, technically…" She smiles, but there's a sadness to it. "No. I'm done with technicalities. I'm done talking for a while. How about a dare?"
I could dare her to do any number of things. With the way she's licking her lips, I'm sure she'd say yes.
But she's still nervous.
I'm not going to touch her until I'm sure she'll be feeling nothing but pleasure.
There are enough fucked up relationships in the world.
This one is simple. I spend the night making her laugh, making her smile, making her come.
In the morning, we part ways.
; Nobody gets hurt.
Nobody lies.
Nobody gets married, stays together for thirty-five years, then gets divorced.
Fuck. I'm not thinking about my parents anymore tonight.
Tonight, I'm a man showing a beautiful woman a good time.
Period.
I shrug off the last bit of tension in my shoulders and bring my eyes back to Bella. "I dare you to take off your panties."
2
Bella
My hands go to the hem of my dress. I'm actually pulling it up.
I'm actually reaching for my bikini panties.
Actually pushing them to my knees.
Letting them fall to my ankles.
I reach down to scoop them from my feet.
My hands are shaking so badly, I can barely pull the stretchy straps over my heels.
My heart is thudding against my chest.
My palms are clammy.
I'm in over my head. Way over my head.
But I want to have fun tonight.
No, I need to have fun tonight.
I can't be Bella Chase, failing law student, woman completely off track tonight. Or I'll…
No.
I'm not even thinking about that.
I press my panties between my palms. My gaze goes to Joel's eyes. They're green with a little grey. Or grey with a little green. Either way, they're gorgeous and they're filled with this mixture of delight and mischief.
I scoot close enough to press my panties into his palm. "Are we already going to… ahem." I motion to the club exit.
He laughs.
"What?" I pull my hands into my lap. "I… I've never had a one-night stand before."
"I can tell." He takes my panties and slides them into the front pocket of his jeans.
My glance is quick and focused. I can't tell if he's hard.
Okay. That's good. I don't normally think about whether or not guys are hard five minutes after meeting them.
I can do this.
I can be the woman who has fun tonight.
I have to.
My fingers curl around my drink. I take another long sip. It's not enough. My thoughts are still smacking together.
I finish my glass.
Joel's eyes meet mine. "We can take this slow."
"Not that slow."
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