Damaged Hearts (Book 2, Rock Star Romance)

by McAdams, Mia

  I don’t know what came over me, but I’m so turned on. There’s a slight pink tint to her ass that’s fading quickly. I look up at her again and massage her ass, my eyes narrowing. Her eyes dark and needy.

  “You said you wanted it hard,” I respond with another squeeze of her ass. “And I’m kind of pissed at you. But I won’t do it again if you don’t like it.”

  Her eyes widen. “I think I liked it.”

  I press my body into her so she can feel what she’s doing to me. “Want me to do it again?”

  She nods. I smile and pull my hand back again. This time I smack her other cheek. She moans as she jolts forward and immediately presses her ass into my hands again. “Now fuck me.”

  “With pleasure.”

  It’s never as simple as just sliding right in there. Lyric and I have been together enough that we know she never feels good afterward if I just attack without any preparation, even when she’s lubed up nice and good. So I feel around her ass first—because I haven’t given up hope that I can claim it one day—and slip my fingers into her pussy.

  She’s definitely ready. I slide my finger around a little, slipping between her folds, before it sinks inside her completely. My second and third finger follow. I love how much control I have over how Lyric feels. The way she moans with each flick of my fingers. The way she pushes into me because deep is never deep enough.

  “Wolf,” she moans.

  Chuckling, I remove my fingers and take my stance at her rear, positioning myself until I’m right where I need to be to slip between her folds. It takes a few seconds to ease myself in there, but when she’s full, we both moan.

  She stares back at me over her shoulder and bats her eyes.

  “So beautiful.”

  Lyric may be bold in the sack, but there’s an innocence to her that makes me fall in love a little bit more every time we’re intimate. I won’t tell her that, though. Not yet. We have a pile of problems to work through first. And then I’ll tell her, and then I’ll never have to hold back again.

  I’m quick to pick up momentum, trying to keep eye contact with her. Every now and then her eyes fall shut or she’ll move her head, and I’ll glance down at my movements—entering her, ramming her, and sliding out—and all the while, the build is coming.

  This isn’t lovemaking right here. This is raw fucking, and Lyric wants it just as badly as I do. So I give it to her. I make her scream wildly as her hair thrashes in all directions and sweat drips from our bodies. Her back is slick and glistening over each perfect dip and curve. My hand roams the length of her back, admiring Lyric’s shape. Super curvy and petite with awesome breasts and a pussy made for me. I’ll never get enough.

  “Wolf,” she cries out.

  She’s ready to let go. I could let her, but I think I’ll make her wait.

  Gripping her waist, I pull my dick out slowly and enter her again. I can feel every damn thing. Sweet Jesus, this woman will be the end of me. She’s pleading with me with her eyes, and I smile knowingly. I’m fucking evil. I raise my eyebrows at her, letting her know I’m completely aware of what I’m doing to her. Then I reach around and touch her clit, rolling it under my finger slowly. Her body quivers beneath me, and I can feel the tightening around my dick.

  Fuck it. I want to come, too. I pick up the pace, but I don’t ram her this time. I keep a moderate tempo, taking my time to fully insert myself and then pull out at an even pace. Her quivering becomes more violent as she shakes and comes all over my dick. The pulsating around my hard-on does it for me. I’m ready to blow. With another push into her, I’m losing myself into her sexy body.

  “Oh, baby, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

  She’s lost the battle with her muscles, and the entire front of her body is on the floor while her ass is still in the air, holding onto me.

  I slip out, move so that I’m beside her, and wrap my arms around her. When I kiss her lips, the collision of our breaths is hot and sticky, and the memory of her sucking me off comes back full force. She must feel it, too, because she pushes on my chest, kissing me back harder and straddling me. We make out as she grinds over my limp dick until it begins to rise, and then she’s smiling down at me.

  “I think I could fuck you for a living. It’s never enough.”

  I growl as she slides over my dick again and it grows beneath her. Her tits move freely, and I reach up to play with a nipple before staring back into her eyes. “I’d tell you I’d pay you to do just that, but that would be wrong.”

  Her eyes widen but her movements continue. “On so many levels.”

  I grin. “We should go in the pool. Naked.”

  “The guys will be home soon, won’t they?”

  I honestly don’t know, but even when I said it, I knew it wouldn’t be an actual option. This makes me pout. I would love to see Lyric naked and wet by the pool. Fuck. I squeeze her tits, imagining them dripping with water. I pull her down so a tit falls into my mouth, and I flutter my tongue until she moans. My dick is ready for her again, but she’s taking her time. I know what she’s doing. Lyric’s good at payback for torture sex.

  “Wolf, are we just having sex so we don’t talk about why you’re mad?”

  That question makes me pause. “Mad? You can tell I’m mad?” I didn’t think I let onto the fact that I’m a little pissed. Can she really read me that well?

  “You’ve never hit me before. And you said you were mad at me before you spanked me.”

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I thought you liked it.” I begin to panic. I would have never touched her like that if I thought there was even a chance she didn’t like it.

  “I did,” she insists. “It’s just not like anything we’ve done before. And your face when you walked in . . . .” She touches my lips and leans in to kiss me. “You just looked like you had something else on your mind—other than sex.”

  I groan as I feel my erection softening. She feels it, too, and frowns. “I think you know why I might be upset, Lyric. But I’d rather have you here than running away to deal with your secrets alone. I’m here when you’re ready to tell me. I’ll be patient. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it, but I’m not letting you go.”

  She smiles and lightly kisses the side of my mouth. “I love you,” she whispers. Then she sighs.

  I think she knows I won’t say it back. It’s not that I don’t love her. I might love her more than she loves me. I’m just not ready to give her those words again. Not until she fully trusts me. Maybe I’m a dick, but I’m holding those words hostage.

  She kisses me again, then sits up. “Do you know when the guys will be back?”

  I shake my head. “Not a clue. Maybe another hour or so. Want me to check?”

  She nods. “If you don’t mind. There’s something I want to show you, but I’d rather it just be us.”

  I want to ask questions, but I don’t think it’s worth the time it will take to get an answer. She rises, walks to the door, and turns around to face me. She’s still naked and more beautiful than ever. I love how comfortable she is with her body.

  “Meet me in the family room. At the piano.” As she says this, she bows her head slightly but I catch it. She’s about to let me in.

  The moment she’s gone, I don’t waste a second. I send a group text telling everyone to stay away from the house for the next hour. The house is massive, but Lyric made it clear that she wants complete privacy, so that’s what I’ll give her. I’ll put Rex at the front door to make sure they don’t come in if I have to.

  I freshen up in the bathroom and meet her in the family room. She’s already sitting at the piano, staring down at the keys with a serious expression.

  “You okay, babes?” I don’t know when I started calling her babes. It just comes out at times like these when I’m being vulnerable with Lyric.

  She smiles, but not at me. “I am. Honestly, I worry more that my secret might sound silly to others. I don’t know why I refuse to t
ell anyone. I guess I’m just embarrassed that my childhood was less than stellar. I mean, growing up with Hollywood’s elite, you’d think I’d have it all. There’s nothing to complain about, right?”

  “I think you’re talking to the right person, then. There’s not much to tell about my douchebag father, but I’m sure the stories would make you feel a little better. You forget, I’ve been there, baby doll. There ain’t no heaven in fame. You don’t have to prove a thing to me.”

  This time her smile reaches her eyes. “I trust you.”

  Lyric

  I play the first verse of the tune and stop. Wolf is standing on the other side of the piano, and it’s making me nervous. “Come sit by me.”

  He comes around the beautiful black baby grand and sits, close enough but not too close to restrict my movements. He must sense that I’m about to unleash. I am.

  “This song . . . .” I play the first line again. It helps to play as I speak. The distraction will make my story easier to tell. “When I was sixteen, I moved in with my mom. You know that part.” I smile. “Playing piano was my getaway, always. I could have been in a packed mall on Christmas Eve or the middle of an interstate; if I was behind a piano, I was in my happy place. Untouchable. I was five when I started lessons, and by the time I was a teenager, I could play anything by ear.

  “When I moved in with my mom, I was bored to death. That’s when I started putting my lyrics to music. Composing became an escape from my lonely, shitty situation. And it just came naturally. I was obsessed.” I relax a little, remembering my every effort to play, no matter what time of day it was or what was going on. “I breathed, slept, ate, and drank my music. It was the only thing that kept my mind off the pain of my father sending me away. Of my mother not being there when I’d come home.

  “On the few occasions she did come home, I barely saw her. She was always on her phone, having spa days, or going on dates. Until the first day she heard me singing at the piano. I’ll never forget it. She finally saw me as something other than an unwelcome houseguest.

  “She sat next to me, just like you are now. She listened. It was the most attention she’d ever given me. Soon, we were smiling and laughing together. For the first time, thanks to music, I had a mother. I thought we finally had that bond that would keep us close, you know? The kind that mothers are supposed to feel for their kids before they’re even born. She seemed so proud of me.

  “Every time she came home after that, we spent hours together while I composed and she sang from my songbook. It was the most magical feeling. When I was seventeen, I remember she had just come home from the recording studio and she was frustrated about something, so I played her a new song, knowing it would make her feel better. It was one I had been working on for a while, wanting to surprise her with it.”

  At this point, the emotions are coming too fast and too strong. I let my fingers do the storytelling as I play the acoustic version of my mother’s greatest hit, “Innocence.”

  Destruction finds me at every turn

  I’ve gotten good at running

  But there’s nothing more to learn

  Just let the fire burn

  Just let the fire burn

  Ashes carried with the wind

  That’s me, floating away

  You tell me there’ll be better days

  I have nothing left to say

  Just let me float away

  Just let me float away

  You made me, saved me, destroyed me

  Wanted nothing but the best

  But what about the rest?

  What about me? What about my innocence?

  What about my dreams? What about my fairy-tale life?

  There’s no rewind, no pause, no stop

  My innocence was left behind

  Tossed overboard, it’s sink or swim

  You love me, but it’s me or them

  Whether I’m standing tall or forgetting it all

  Now I face it all alone

  I face it all alone

  You made me, saved me, destroyed me

  Wanted nothing but the best

  But what about the rest?

  What about me? What about my innocence?

  What about my dreams? What about my fairy-tale life?

  There’s no rewind, no pause, no stop

  My innocence was left behind

  Tears are streaming down my face by the time the song is over, and Wolf’s arms are wrapped around me. He already knows why I’m crushed by the words of my mother’s song. My song, which was obviously inspired by the pain of my father sending me off to live with my mom. It was my way of dealing with the pain at the time. Lyrics are supposed to heal. This song didn’t heal me because it was repurposed and used to propel Destiny’s career.

  I don’t have to tell him anything more, but I choose to, anyway.

  “After that night, she took off for a while. A month later I was driving home from school when my song came on the radio. There was a music video soon after.

  “My first reaction was excitement. I was ecstatic that Destiny loved my song enough to record it. I kept waiting for her to call or come home so we could celebrate. Back then, I didn’t want to believe my mother was capable of something so horrible.” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “I was a pathetic young girl. There was a point while I waited when I actually thought she put the song out there to surprise me.

  “She finally came home two weeks later, and she brought her soon-to-be-released album with her. Wolf, I listened to the entire thing and almost died. Every single song came from my songbook. She must have been recording my compositions when I wasn’t paying attention, because every song matched every melody I’d created. And then she added in her Auto-Tune crap and ruined most of them.”

  “Babes, I’m sorry.”

  I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and shake my head. “She’s horrible. I can’t tell you the amount of times I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt. When I approached her about my songs, she was either too busy to talk or she would wave me off like I was being ridiculous. When she realized I wasn’t going to drop the subject, she stopped coming home, saying she was busier than ever.

  “I didn’t see her again until I was packing for Seattle. She’d missed my birthday, didn’t even realize I had graduated. And then she had the audacity to try and stop me from moving by telling me she missed collaborating with me.” I laugh a dry, sarcastic laugh. “She’s my mother, but I hate her for what she did to me. I couldn’t trust anyone after that. She sucked my dreams of songwriting professionally right out of me and tossed them out the window. I’ve never been able to stop writing lyrics, but sharing my music . . . that wasn’t something I was ever going to do again. And I didn’t . . . until you.”

  I smile at him because I’m happy that things turned out the way they did, even if the reasons behind it are awful.

  “You were furious when you heard me sing your song. You must have been dying inside. If I had known any of this—”

  I shake my head. I’ve already dealt with it, and I knew Wolf would feel horrible when he found out. “What you did and what my mom did are two completely separate things. You know why I gave you my song? It wasn’t because you told me you liked it or because I had the hots for you. It was because you gave me the choice. I still wasn’t ready for the world to know I wrote it, but it thrilled me that it was out there.”

  The crushed look on his face shifts to hopeful. “Really? I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I ever made you feel the way Destiny did. That’s just evil.”

  I nod, laughing. “I know. It hurts every time I have to agree with that statement, but it’s true. But now you know why I hid my music from the world and why I will always try to hide it from my mother.”

  “You have every right to hate that woman for what she did to you,” Wolf says. “It goes beyond human decency to take something that isn’t yours. Something so personal. But she’s your
mother, babes. No sane mother would ever do that to her child.”

  I lean into Wolf. He’s so warm, and his hold is strong. It makes me feel strong. “She treats me like an accessory, used only when she needs me. She never cared about my well-being or how I was doing in school. If I got sick, she had someone else tend to me for fear of getting sick herself. What kind of mother would hate her child so much to never care to see them, or wonder about them, or want them around?”

  His chin rests on the top of my head and it moves as he talks. “A horrible one, Lyric. You realize her actions don’t reflect on you, right? She sounds like an unhappy and selfish woman with a sense of idealism that far surpass reality. She’ll forever miss out on true happiness because she already had it. It was within her grasp, and she ruined it without ever looking back. The way I look at it, I feel sorry for her, but I’m not saddened by her actions. You were put on this earth to do better than her. Your father seems to make up for some of her awfulness.”

  I snort sarcastically. “Well, he may be a hell of a lot better than my mother, but he’s still the one who dumped me on her.”

  “He’s sorry for that. He really loves you.”

  Something about him sticking up for my father makes me feel warm inside, but at the same time, I’m confused and curious where this is coming from. I sit up and look at him. “How do you know he’s sorry?”

  Wolf shrugs. “I saw the way he was with you. There was love there—between you both. You may still be angry at him, but the fact that he came here for you and made an effort to see you with no expectations is huge. Don’t you think?”

  I sigh. “I was happy to see him today. It surprised me. I’ve been mad at him, even the last couple of times I’ve seen him over the years, but there’s a difference between what he did to me and what my mom did.”

  Wolf smiles. “See?” He touches my nose with his and just holds me for a while before speaking again. “Will you play something else for me? Your voice might just be even better than your lyrics.”