Wild Hearts (Rock Goddess Reverse Harem Book 2)

by Romy Lockhart

She rolls her eyes as she reapplies her lip gloss. “Of course, you don’t.”

  “You’re pushing him away because he loves you.”

  She shudders. “Do not say that word to me right now, Edie.”

  “What word?” It sinks in as she ignores the question. Love. Of course. That’s what she’s running from. It’s what she’s afraid of. I’d never considered it before because she’s so free and loose with the word around me and her band-mates. Now I know.

  “He’s fucking Kira right now. He’s just like every other guy out there.” She doesn’t have any emotion in her voice now, it’s all drained away. “They all just use that word as a weapon. It doesn’t have any meaning to them. It’s all bullshit.”

  I touch her hand as she puts her lip gloss back in her purse. The light that travels down my fingers and over her skin is golden and glowing brightly. It washes over her. She closes her eyes briefly and opens them again.

  Her gaze is cold when her eyes meet mine. “I’ll fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Don’t try to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do. It’s none of your goddamned business.”

  She pulls her hand away from me. “You can get back to Nick now. I’m meeting Lawson out back.”

  I watch her stalk out of the bathroom, cursing under her breath. Pain fills me as I watch her leave. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to help her. She’s too broken to let anyone in.

  ***

  I walk across the dancefloor and see Todd has finally arrived. Sky is talking to him. He’s shaking his head. I approach, and she turns to scowl at me.

  “I’m not having Cain anywhere near me tonight,” she tells me, storming off. “You can call him off.”

  I glance at Todd. “Um, what just happened?”

  “She asked me to switch places with Cain.”

  I nod, slowly. “Can you?”

  “If instructed by the person who hired me, yes.”

  Ugh. Cain hasn’t come out of the photobooth yet. I go over there and knock.

  “Sky left,” I call out. “You can come out now.”

  I hope Lawson has good security. He must have if he’s as big a celebrity as he seems. I wish I’d paid more attention when he was leaving the table. I don’t like the thought of Sky leaving the club without a bodyguard.

  The door doesn’t open. I rattle the handle. Still nothing. What the hell?

  I step back. It’s too late now. Sky’s gone.

  I go back to Todd. “Cain’s in there. You can talk to him when he comes out. Nick and I will be in the VIP room at the top of the club. Don’t disturb us. We might not come out until morning.”

  Nick’s eyes light up as he hears my last sentence. He gets up, putting his glass down and taking my hand. “The club staff have instructions to let you and Cain stay once they leave.”

  Todd nods and follows us to the elevator. “I’ll accompany you to the room and remain stationed outside while you’re there.”

  Damn, no elevator foreplay. I roll my eyes at Nick as we get into the lift.

  Nick shrugs. He moves to wrap his arms around me from behind and kisses my shoulder. “Hey, I’m all about keeping you safe. Let him escort us. He’s not getting into that room.”

  ***

  The top room is new. We get the elevator to the second floor of the club, then walk up a cast iron staircase to the small section of floor above the second. There’s basically a small area in front of the locked door. All three of us just about have space to stand around without touching each other, but that’s as good as it gets. Nick turns to Todd as he unlocks it.

  “You should wait at the bottom of the stairs with my guys.”

  We’d passed two bouncers to get up here. Adding Todd would be overkill.

  He doesn’t agree to anything until Nick lets the door swing open and Todd takes a thorough look around. He comes back out, nods and heads down the stairs. Nick smiles at me as he ushers me into the room. It’s so pretty in here. The VIP room at his club in Rapture must be modelled on this. It’s a similar set up, but the view is more breath-taking.

  “Alone at last.”

  “I feel like I’ve barely seen you the whole time I’ve been in town,” I tell him.

  He locks the door. “Well, you’re here now.”

  “I am.” In this insane, glittering room high above the rest of the nightclub.

  He pulls me to him and I feel how happy he is to be with me. I tug at the collars of his jacket.

  “I don’t like this suit on you.”

  He raises an eyebrow at me. “You don’t?”

  He lets go to let me push the jacket to the ground. It’s a nice suit, probably expensive. I shake my head. “It doesn’t belong on you.”

  I unbutton his shirt cuffs and run my hands along his forearms as I push the sleeves up. The black ink revealed is better. The real Nick doesn’t give a shit about impressions.

  “And here I was, trying to look good for my woman.” He sounds amused.

  “I don’t think you realise how good you usually look, Nick.”

  He smiles. “Come here, I want to show you something.”

  He takes my hand and leads me to the windows. The second floor is teaming with people dancing and drinking. Clubbers having a good time. I can’t hear the music. This room is sound-proofed, just like the one in Rapture. We’re a little higher up here. If I was afraid of heights I’m sure my head would be spinning.

  He wraps his arms around me from behind. “I know you’re worried about the press catching wind of who you’re dating.”

  He couldn’t know that. Could he? I guess I gave him a clue when I tensed up in the party room before. “It’s not really who, it’s more…”

  “They find out about one of us, it’s not going to be long before they find out about the other.” He starts to kiss my neck and shoulder, one hand going up to tug at the strap of my dress. My heart speeds up at his touch, but my stomach is churning over his words. “It’s going to happen, Eden, and I’m not telling you this to freak you out.”

  Then why is he? I’m too afraid to hear the answer to ask. I swallow as he pushes the strap down my shoulder. His hand covers my breast when it’s exposed by the falling fabric. I know we’re up high, but it feels so risky to be this close to public nudity.

  “Do you trust me?” his voice is husky now. I can feel his straining erection rubbing against my ass.

  “I trust you, Nick,” I whisper, wondering how far this could go. I don’t think I could stop it now, I don’t think I even want to. The thought of him stripping me bare in front of a crowd is heating my entire body. He really doesn’t give a shit what people think.

  “Everything is going to come out. You can’t stop it. You can’t go back to being a girl from a small town. You’re Eden Rose Masterson, Rock Goddess. Everyone knows your name. They all love you.”

  His other hand moves from my waist to pull down the strap that’s keeping the rest of my dress up. My breast is freed, the nipple already rock hard. The material falls to my hips, where my stance and the fullness of my ass prevents it from dropping to the ground completely. I feel so wanton standing here, desperate to feel Nick inside me as I gaze out over the bustling crowd. His hands stroke over my breasts gently, before they move down my body to peel the dress over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I’m standing there in my silky panties and heels staring out over the crowd now, my clit practically throbbing to be stroked. I’ve never felt more like a Goddess than I did in that moment, Nick’s fingers hooking the sides of my panties.

  “Everyone will know because you can’t hide who you are, and it’s not going to make them stop loving you. It’s all going to be okay, Eden. I promise.”

  I close my eyes as he pushes my panties down. I hear his zipper opening. One hand holding my hip, the other positioning his dick at my entrance. I’m wet and ready when he thrusts into me. I lean forward a little to let him push in deeper. I gasp as he finds his rhythm, opening my eyes to gaze out over the crowd. It feels so scan
dalous to be doing this, up here in this lit glass box above the dark crowded nightclub.

  He pulls out and turns me around. His lips land on mine as he lifts me into his arms. My gaze falls on his tattoos as his hands grasp my ass cheeks. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lowers me onto his dick. His muscles are bulging as he impales me. I gasp at how much deeper he feels inside me like this. I wrap my arms around his neck and start to move. He moans as I rock on him.

  He comes when my pussy starts to milk his dick in anticipation of my slow-building climax. I moan at the loss when he pulls out. We were just getting started. My thighs are soaked with his come as he lifts me over to the white leather sofa.

  “I hope that was just the starter,” I tease him.

  He smiles as he strips out of the shirt and pants. He’s not wearing underwear. He sits down to kick his shoes off. Mine are the only thing I’m still wearing. “Fuck, Eden, you really trust me.”

  “Do I have any reason not to?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

  He shakes his head, licking at his lips. “The glass isn’t just glass. You’ll see it when we leave in the morning. It’s mirrored on the outside. No-one can see in here.”

  I can’t believe it. “You just mind-fucked me?”

  He laughs. “I wouldn’t have put it that way.”

  “Well, you can make it up to me. I’m all wet and you didn’t give me a chance to come.”

  He gets down on his knees in front of me. “That can’t be forgiven.”

  He parts my legs and notices the slickness of my thighs. He swipes a finger through it and licks it.

  “Well, this won’t do. I’ll have to clean you up.”

  I lift a foot off the ground and put it on his shoulder. “You can clean it with your tongue.”

  He grins. “I wasn’t about to suggest otherwise.”

  He gets to work, one long languid lick at a time. Groaning and sucking on my thighs between licks, like he can’t get enough. I see when his hand drops between his own legs. I can’t see his dick from this angle, but I know what he’s doing from the movements he’s making.

  He’s so depraved. I fucking love it. He pulls me forward when my legs are cleaned up, giving him better access to pussy. He swipes his tongue through my lips, giving a low moan before he reaches my swollen clit. His tongue begins to swirl around slowly, making me gasp and grip handfuls of his hair to keep him in place. It’s a maddening ecstasy as he speeds up a little more and a little more the closer I get to coming. I shudder against him when I climax, shaking madly as I let him go.

  “I could stay between your legs like this all night.” I watch him lick his lips and pump his cock. I don’t doubt that he could. The lust in his gaze before he presses his face back against my throbbing pussy is enough to sent fresh waves of desire pulsing through me. His tongue flickers in and out of my soaked lips before it moves more slowly across my clit. He teases me with long licks, then his fingers start to join in, exploring my entrance while he continues to lick.

  The twin sensations push me over the edge quickly. I come gasping out his name. I feel him smile against me as he presses a kiss to my clit before he stands up. He’s grasping his dick firmly, and I bite down on my lip, wondering what he’s planning to do with it.

  “What happened to staying down there all night?”

  “Say the word and this face stays buried down there,” he tells me, smiling.

  He knows I want to feel him inside me again. It was too quick before. He’ll last all night now, I can tell. He waits for my order. I make my decision.

  “Get down here and fuck me until I can’t see straight.”

  “Sit on the edge of the couch. No, perch.” He drops to his knees and pulls me closer to the edge of the seat. My ass is the only thing keeping me on it when he’s done. He rubs the tip of his hard shaft against my cleft. It sinks in easily. I’m wet enough for him to thrust all the way inside without much resistance. He doesn’t waste any time. I gasp as he pushes in, wrapping my legs around him and enjoying the fullness of him as he goes deep and hard. He lifts his gaze to mine and keeps it there.

  “I think this is what you really want, all night.”

  I smile. “All night? That better be a promise, Nick.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, it is.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Logan

  I wake up slumped in my chair. My back aches, my neck too. I reach up to touch my throat. Something flakes away as I rub my fingers over the area where the wound had opened. I look down and see the red staining on my hand, and my clothes.

  “What the fuck…”

  “Oh, we’re awake, are we?” Diana’s voice makes me spin around in my chair.

  She’s in a dark dress, a coffee cup in her hand. Different clothes, new cup. The room doesn’t look much different. There’s sunlight streaming through the blinds. Seems brighter than it was a second ago. Hardly any time could have passed.

  “What time is it?” I clear my throat, though it doesn’t hurt. I can’t understand what happened.

  “It’s just after six in the morning. You took a lot longer to regenerate than I would have thought.”

  Her words don’t want to make sense to my tired brain. She’s telling me it’s earlier than it was when I made breakfast? My headache seems to be gone. I’ll thank heaven for small mercies later. I want to know what the hell is going on right now.

  “You cut my throat.”

  “Yes, I did.” She moves closer.

  I get to my feet. It takes effort, my body feels heavier than usual, weighted down by muscle and bone. “Stay away from me.”

  She crosses her arms and looks me over. “Well?”

  “Well, what?”

  “Well, now, do you understand why I was so vehement about having you follow my instructions to the letter?” She raises an eyebrow.

  “Screw that shit, Diana. You fucking cut me.” I can’t even feel the wound. It can’t have been deep. There’d be a scar if she’d stitched me or closed it with heat. There’d be pain. There’s nothing. Nothing but the odd feeling of my body being too heavy. “What the fuck did you drug me with?”

  She laughs. “That’s what you think happened here?”

  “Listen, bitch…”

  Her expression melts to ice-cold rage. “Who do you think you’re calling a bitch?”

  “The bitch who just tried to kill me.” I wish I felt surer on my feet. My goddamned headache seems to be making a comeback too. Fuck. I have to get the hell out of here.

  “I brought you back from the dead, you ungrateful bastard. All you can think about is Eden, and you can’t even follow simple fucking instructions. I should take back what I did.” She’s yelling now, but every word comes through clear as a bell.

  “Fucking crazy too.” Probably the lack of protein in her diet. Never met a vegetarian who wasn’t crazy.

  Her nostrils flare. Her dark eyes narrow at me. “No. Killing you would be a mercy. I won’t give you one of those. What I’m going to do to you is going to hurt so much fucking worse.”

  Okay, then. I roll my eyes and push past her. She growls at me.

  “I’m a Goddess. You’re going to regret this,” she calls after me, starting to laugh.

  A Goddess, right. And I’m a dead man walking. I leave the house before she can infect me with her crazy. I look down at myself and curse. Zipping my jacket shut covers most of the mess. I need to get rid of the rest. I move through the woods to keep out of the sight of the locals.

  Eden’s place is my final destination, but as soon as I get there, I know it’s out. There’s security now, ironically, men I insisted she use. They might be willing to talk to me on any normal day. This morning, covered in blood, I knew there was no way I could approach them.

  I had to think, and the only thing that came to mind was Asher’s place. Breaking in during the day would be slightly risky, but what other choice did I have? The guy was dead, but he did have a working shower. And a T-shirt I could borrow and burn
later.

  “Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath. Returning to the scene of a crime is never a good idea, but sometimes it’s a necessity.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Eden

  Waking up warm and pressed tight against Nick feels so good I could almost see myself moving back to L.A. The new song that’s been coming to me feels like it’s running through my veins again, possessing me completely. I get up and find my phone to save the lyrics that are starting to come. I have text messages, but I ignore them to get the words down first. Then I ignore them because I realise I need to use the bathroom. There’s one inside the VIP room. Nick showed me the almost hidden door the night before. There’s a hot tub and a separate toilet with a sink. Kind of a weird set up, and we didn’t get around to trying out the hot tub.

  I check my messages after I’m dressed. Though the skimpy gold thing I’m wearing hardly even feels like being dressed. Sky has text messaged me three times. I’m not sure I want to read the messages. It hurts to even think about how last night went down.

  Her first one is from the night before. Lawson’s place is freaking huge. The image she sent with it is of a living room with a row of glass doors leading out to a pool. It relaxes me slightly. She’s not still pissed at me. The next two are from this morning. Kira’s a fucking bitch. Uh-oh. That does not sound good. I’m firing her. She’s a shit guitarist anyway. That’s it. That’s all.

  I text her back, not sure I should be asking. I get the feeling the good intentions Kira acted on with Cain turned into something else once they were alone together for long enough. My heart breaks for Sky. He loved her, but he couldn’t wait for her. I should have known when he quit. Fuck. This sucks for Skyler. Why does this hurt so fucking much?

  “What happened?” Cupid’s question makes me jump in my seat.

  I glance down the couch at Nick. He’s still out cold.

  I get up and go into the bathroom, closing the door over behind me. “Skyler’s broken. I have to help her, but I don’t know how.”

  “You’re going to have to figure it out,” Cupid tells me, sitting on the edge of the hot tub. “Your power will weaken if you can’t make her open her heart. You chose her. There’s nothing you can do until you fix her.”