Never Leave a Rockstar (Never Trust Book 4)

by Sarah Darlington

  I followed her in, dropping all her bags on the other side. The door softly clicked behind us. Then silence followed.

  I ventured deeper into the room, sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed.

  “I think I’m going to take a shower. I never got the chance at your brother’s this morning.” She dipped down, pulled a couple things from one of the shopping bags. Then she stood again, looking at me like she needed something from me. My permission somehow? I couldn’t read her.

  “Sure. Whatever you want to do.”

  She nodded. Then she left me alone.

  Wait, was that look an invitation to join her?

  I couldn’t fucking tell. I plopped down on the comforter, staring at the ceiling.

  I heard the water start to run, and I shut my eyes tight. All I could think about was Luce naked, wet, soapy, and enjoying the room’s great big shower all alone. The idea of being in there with her had my hands trembling.

  “How amazing is that shower?” I hollered. “Since the island, I’m always going to appreciate showers just a little bit more.”

  The water stopped, and I sat up.

  “Ollie,” I heard her say. I was up and in the bathroom so fast I nearly bumped into her. “Did you say something?”

  She had a towel tightly wrapped around her body. Little droplets of water glistened on her tan skin.

  “Um.” I couldn’t breathe. “Um, no, I don’t know what I said.” My mind blanked.

  “Oliver?”

  “Yes?”

  “Just kiss me.”

  I looked into her eyes. It was written in them that she wanted more than a kiss. I was no stranger to that look on a woman’s face. But coming from her, that desire radiating off her, had my body vibrating. She let the towel slip away to the floor. I did my damnedest to keep my eyes on her eyes only.

  I moved my hands to her face. “I’m a fucking mess, baby. I’ve never had a relationship last longer than the weekend. I don’t know how to be with someone I truly care for. I might be incapable of love. My reckless behavior has earned me stalkers. April isn’t the first. And I don’t know how someone as cool as you could want someone like me at all.”

  “Okay. None of that sums up who you really are. So I don’t care. I’m flattered you think so, but I’m not that cool.”

  “Yes, you’re fucking cool.” My throat burned. Could she really want me for me? So simply? “I just want this to be more than sex, you know?” I swallowed hard. If the world could see me now. Tearing at the seams over this girl. Over the possibility that she might only want me to fuck her and nothing more. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if that was all she wanted.

  She moved closer to me, standing on her toes, touching my face. “I’ll get dressed and we can pretend this didn’t happen if I’m moving too fast for you. I want to respect your boundaries. And I see that you’re trying to treat our thing differently than all the other women you’ve casually been with. But I’m not casual. I don’t have casual sex. I don’t let men take advantage of me. I don’t take advantage of them. If we do this, I’m going to want to again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. I might talk about my feelings. I might want you to talk about yours. In between all the sex, of course.” She softly kissed my lips. “It’s up to you if you want that kind of commitment.”

  Luce stepped back.

  I couldn’t help it when my eyes drifted down over her naked form for the first time.

  She was so beautiful, I nearly dropped to my knees. So unapologetically Luce. Her tattoos accentuated all my favorite parts. I loved the roses that followed the curve of her right hip. I’d only ever seen them under her swimsuit, but now I got to view the entire picture. Fuck, they were sexy. More followed a similar pattern, but with extra shading, thorns, something meant to be darker, just under her tits. Shit... those tits. They were small but perfect, free of designs. I bit down on my bottom lip. I’d never been this wildly attracted to anyone. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to breathe, trying to think, trying to calm all the screaming nerves in my body. I was crazy about this girl. She had her hands around my heart. If she knew how much I was starting to want forever with her, would she stay? Would she want the same?

  There was this one thing about me she didn’t know. No one knew. I decided for myself and my future about a year ago. One I didn’t question until this moment. I’d been certain, not in my wildest dreams, I’d ever be serious enough about any woman to doubt that decision. But here I was—so damn serious and doubting the one thing I thought I was sure of.

  “Get over here, beautiful,” I said, my words feeling thick in my throat. “I need you.”

  ~ CHAPTER 31 ~

  LUCE

  There was a physical change in Ollie. Like day to night. He was normally, for the most part, when we weren’t being chased by a stalker, carefree and quick to smile. But this version of Ollie, the one in front of me now, had me wet between my thighs with a single look. He was so fucking serious, his voice so raw with something untamed, his eyes relentless and unwavering as he said, “Get over here, beautiful. I need you.”

  I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to. I went to him. My nipples ached, affected completely by this version of Ollie, staring at me like he was in pain with want. He pressed his forehead to my forehead. His eyes were now on my mouth. He touched his fingers to my chin. I felt a tremble run through them just before he kissed me.

  His kiss was hard. Claiming. Demanding. He kissed me like he owned me. Like I was his and no one else's. Hell, maybe I was. He tasted me and brought both his hands to my face to keep me right with him. It felt so good. I needed him, too.

  “Move,” he commanded, speaking against my mouth.

  He wanted me in the bathroom. He guided me as I walked backward. My heart was slamming against my ribs. I was at his mercy—whatever kind of mercy that might be.

  “On the sink.”

  I did what he wanted. I moved backward until I bumped into the vanity. Then he lifted me at the waist, so my ass was on the cold tile. He nudged my knees apart, spreading my legs wide open to him.

  I swallowed hard. I was anxious and self-conscious and trembling. His eyes were intense, and his cheeks were flushed.

  He shrugged off his jacket. Then, gripping his shirt from behind, he tugged it off too. He dropped it to the floor, exposing his strong, beautiful, toned chest. I’d been around him like this plenty on the island. I knew the shape and the lines of his muscles by memory. But this was different. This time I was seeing him in a different way. This time seeing him made my clit, which was already screaming for him, thud even harder.

  He ran his hands over my bare thighs, his movements deliberately slow. Each time his hands inched upward, he came closer to touching the spot between my legs, but he never did, which drove me half insane.

  Then he moved. He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down. Underwear and all.

  Oh God.

  I didn’t look down.

  I was too terrified. To turn April... April could have been a nice girl, and then slept with this man and become batshit crazy—he had to have a fantastic cock. Right? He just had to. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man. This was becoming really real, really fast. I was so turned on, my body aching like wild for this man, but I’d never felt so anxious. He was Ollie Mills, for Christ sake.

  “You ready for me?” he uttered.

  “Yes.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  I kept my eyes on his eyes, breathing heavy.

  Before I could think much further, I felt as he brought the smooth head of his cock up against my slick entrance. I gasped because he didn’t hesitate or wait a single second or bother with any sort of foreplay. He only shoved his cock deep and hard inside me.

  “Ollie!” I cried.

  I’d been right. He wasn’t lacking in any capacity down there. He was big and lean, hard and strong. He filled me. He stretched me. He fucked me.
And he kissed me to stifle the cry that came from my lips because of it all.

  The man was straight power. Straight movement. And I melted. I might have been nervous a minute ago. But heat rushed over me. The nerves disappeared. He wrapped his arms around my waist, yanking me closer against his body, making sure he was inside me as physically deep as he could go. Then he repeated the thrusting motion.

  He wasn’t some Rockstar. He wasn’t some man-whore. He wasn’t some gorgeous man with a big cock. Well, he was still all of those things, yes. But in the moment, he felt like only Ollie to me. Oliver. My friend. This amazing guy who kept surprising me every day with how thoughtful he secretly was.

  This felt right. This felt natural.

  And we fit together perfectly.

  “Jesus, Ollie.” I adjusted to get a better angle on the edge of the sink. He didn’t slow. He only kept fucking me with that long, beautiful cock.

  I pushed back against him, desperate to feel more of him, desperate to reach the peak that was approaching faster than a runaway train. I worked my hands into his hair, hanging on for dear-freaking-life.

  “Ollie,” I moaned into his ear. “Oliver, yes! Oh, God yes! I love this. You are fucking amazing!”

  My eyes drifted closed. I was no longer sitting on the sink but in his arms. He moved against me, slipping in and out in rapid succession. We were going at it like animals. And the world blurred. I came hard and fast without any warning. It was like lightening striking. The best feeling of bliss zapped through me—across my chest, through my core, past my thighs, all the way to my toes. Oh God, and it lingered. It stayed as he kept going. Nothing had ever felt this good.

  He slowed and came too. I kissed him as it happened needing closer to him, almost desperately. I realized then that we hadn’t used protection. It was hard to care too much in the afterglow of that ground-shaking orgasm, but I knew I’d start to panic in another minute.

  “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his voice was gruff.

  I opened them. A smile like no other filled his handsome face. The perfect Ollie smile. Nothing had even looked so genuine. It was the best part of this entire thing, even better than that orgasm.

  “Sorry,” he muttered.

  “For what?”

  “I got carried away.”

  “Nothing about that was wrong in anyway. Or anything to apologize for.” I suddenly felt defensive of everything we just did. “Seriously, don’t apologize for any of that.”

  He took a step with me toward the sink. I think he was about to set me down, about to pull out, about to be done with this.

  “No!” I squeezed his shoulders. I wiggled against him. I could feel him. He was still hard inside me. “Take me to the bed. Please, Ollie. Please, don’t let it be done.”

  He chuckled. “I’m not done, woman. We’ve only just started.”

  ~ CHAPTER 32 ~

  OLIVER

  Last night was insane. And today, this thing happening in my chest, this aching feeling, this feeling somewhere between flying and falling—was equally insane. I cracked an eye open. Luce’s smooth, bare chest filled my line of sight. My first thought, instead of ‘how fast can I slip away,’ was ‘how can I make this woman stay?’

  I didn’t know what she saw in me. She was too cool for me. Too beautiful. Too smart. Too sexy. Deep down, I still felt like that scrawny boy from a backwoods town in Tennessee, growing up poor, so naive as to what life had in store for him. Fame sort of thrust itself upon me. I was still playing catch-up, still trying to figure out which version of myself was closer to the real version. The Nashville Rockstar—I wasn’t so sure I fully recognized him anymore, either. I was caught somewhere in the middle now.

  I moved to touch her chest. I wanted to wake her and see how she’d respond to me. See if she’d have the same reaction to my touch today as she had in bed with me last night. Because I swear, last night, I barely touched her, and I had her melting.

  She couldn’t get enough.

  The whole hotel must have heard this girl scream my name and scream for me to never stop fucking her. We crossed that line. We couldn’t uncross it now. I had a hunger that would never really be satisfied. I’d done a decent job of ignoring it over the last couple weeks, trying to show her a controlled version of myself. But now, I really hoped she’d still need more of me, because I wasn’t even close to sated when it came to having her.

  I rolled one of her perfect little pink nipples between my thumb and index finger, causing it to come to a hardened peak in her sleep. Shit, yes. Next, I traced lazy circles on her skin, watching as goosebumps lit up her chest. I loved how easy it was to get her going. She wiggled in sleep, making a noise that caused my body to shudder.

  I wondered if she was dreaming of me. I hoped so. I moved my touch lower and lower, across her stomach, until I reached the soft slit between her legs. She inched her legs open for me, letting me touch her. She was so fucking wet and warm, and I swirled two fingers over her sensitive clit. “Oliver,” she moaned.

  Damn. I couldn’t tell if she was awake or asleep. “Baby, wake up.”

  “Mmmmmm,” she said in response.

  Fuck, I was going to lose it. I went to kiss her when I heard a sharp rap on the door to our hotel room.

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  “Housekeeping.”

  What the hell? “Go away!” I yelled.

  Luce was fully awake now. Her cheeks flushed. “Hi,” she muttered, her eyes open and on mine. She was flustered.

  “Hi.” I was flustered too, my heart racing. I loved this thing between us.

  Ollie,” she whispered. “Keep doing that.”

  Oh, I fully intended to. Only the maid outside the door would not quit. “Sorry, it’s past check-out time. I need you out of this room.”

  Oh, this place was going to get a one star on Trip Advisor. I was going to lose my shit. Someone was going to get an eye full and an ear full. I moved to jump out of the bed, about to tell this person off, when Luce grabbed my arm. “I don’t think that’s housekeeping.” Her voice was even and not so fun anymore.

  She got out of bed, her fine naked body on full display. She bent to the floor, finding her clothes. Then she began dressing like we’d done something wrong. “Who do you think it is?”

  “What if it’s April?” she said, serious as a heart attack. “It’s not past ten. It can’t be past check-out. I’m a maid and a maid would not bother a customer like that.”

  What? She was a maid? How did I not know that? And April... no way in hell she found us again, right?! I had my jeans on commando though, looking out the door’s peephole, only to see that, yes, it was April.

  My mouth dropped open. “Holy fuck. April,” I yelled. “I’m calling the police. I’m dialing them now. Your crazy ass is going to jail. You can bet I will be pressing any kind of charges against you my lawyers can think of. Invasion of privacy. Harassment. Sexual assault. Just to name a few.”

  My words through the door must have frightened her, at least partially, because she turned and took off running down the hall. I flipped around, half-naked, to a fully dressed, down to her shoes and socks, Luce.

  She shoved my coat at me. “Get dressed.”

  Panic hit me. “She found us. How did she find us? My credit card?”

  “I don’t know. But let’s go.”

  She grabbed her shopping bags in a bundle. I didn’t even have my shoes. But a second later I was racing down the stairwell with her.

  I pushed open the exit door into the cold mountain North Carolina air. My car wasn’t far. We ran for it.

  “Oh, God,” I growled. Someone had keyed my car. S-L-U-T was carved into the red paint on the side of my Mercedes. My poor, beautiful car. I had two main possessions to my name. My boat and this car—and April had now fucked with both. “That bitch,” I breathed. I’d never been more annoyed.

  “C’mon, Ollie.” Luce tugged on my arm.

  Still in shock, more frustrated with this whole situation than ever
, I unlocked the car door and jumped inside. Luce did the same, climbing in the passenger seat beside me.

  “We’ll get to Dani’s. Then I’ll call the police.”

  I put the car in drive and pushed on the gas. I peeled out of the parking lot, thankful all April had done was key my car. If she were smarter, she could have let the air out of my tires or done literally anything else to slow me down. But it seemed she wasn’t very intelligent after all.

  “You don’t want to go straight to the police?” Luce questioned. “Ollie, I think you should.”

  “No. I’ve had a stalker before. And you know what the police did for me that first time—they gave me a piece of fucking paper.”

  “You mean a restraining order?”

  “Yes, just paper and words. No actual physical protection. That woman still sends me dirty pictures to this day. I avoid playing any concerts in Boise or anywhere close to there because of her. A shame the whole state of Idaho has to suffer because one woman snuck into my hotel room and creeped me the fuck out when I woke up next to her.” Now that was a story for another day. My Idaho stalker, although crazy and delusional, wasn’t violent. I wasn’t worried about her. Not today, anyway. April, on the other hand, had me concerned.

  “This is crazy,” Luce mumbled. She buckled her seat belt, sitting back, taking a breath. She reached over and touched my thigh. “Your life is crazy.”

  I glanced at her, worry of a new kind moving over me.

  “Your plan is John Michaels’ house?” she asked next.

  John Michaels was newly married to my cousin Dani. He had this mansion in the middle of nowhere on the beach, past where the paved roads ended. It was about an hour north of the town Kill Devil Hills where Luce was from. I’d been there a couple times. It was as secluded as secluded gets. I figured it would be a good place to hide for a few days.

  “Yeah. That was my plan.”

  “Okay. That’s not a bad idea. John’s super secretive. He seems to know exactly how to keep a low profile. I’m pretty sure he’s been doing that his whole life.”