Damaged Hearts (Book 2, Rock Star Romance)

by McAdams, Mia

  “Can you two meet me downtown? At the Italian place where I was going to meet Lyric for lunch. I’ve got a private room there. We can talk in person.”

  I look at Lyric, and she nods.

  “We’ll see you there in thirty minutes.”

  I hang up, and Lyric’s already out of her seat and heading to the bedroom. I’m still a little surprised we’re doing this and that Lyric is leading the way. This seems so unlike her, but it’s about time she got fed up enough to do something about her mother.

  On the way to the restaurant, Lyric holds my hand and gazes out her window. She’s obviously deep in thought, and I hope she’s not coming down from whatever high she was on earlier. It’s sexy as hell, and I can’t imagine how happy Lyric will be once she can reclaim some of her life.

  When we arrive, her dad is waiting for us in the private dining area. He embraces Lyric immediately, holding her so tightly, for so long, that my heart aches a little for them both.

  She doesn’t make a move to leave him. They just stand there like that for a while. By the shaking of her shoulders, I can tell she’s crying, and Mitch’s eyes are closed as he whispers something in her ear. She nods, and they finally separate.

  She steps into my arms, and I smile at her. Even with what she’s going through, there’s a calm about her, most likely thanks to her father. As angry as she’s been at her parents for as long as she has been, Lyric and her father seem to have a bond that will always be there. It’s plain as day the love these two have for each other. It makes me a bit homesick, and I haven’t missed home in a long while. It reminds me of what I had with my mother and how we protected each other. That’s how a parent-child bond should be. Destiny Lane has no business being a mother.

  “So, what’s the plan, Mitch?” I ask in order to get the ball rolling. I pull out Lyric’s chair so she can sit directly across from her father, and then I take the seat next to her.

  She reaches for my hand under the table. I grab hold, squeezing to reassure her, if that’s what she needs.

  “I have a thought where we can start, but Lyric will have to be okay with it.”

  Lyric sits up straighter and pulls her shoulders back. “Whatever we do, it needs to be legal. Other than that, I’m ready to fight for what’s mine. I may have been a weak, young girl the first time she stole my songs, but she can’t get away with it again. It’s not right, Dad.”

  “No, it’s not right. And I think we both know that talking to her won’t solve this problem. So I think we need to take it to her label. I already made some phone calls. I didn’t tell the label what it was about, but I have a meeting with them tomorrow. You two need to stay here and work. Let me handle the label. At least I’ll try—I’ll see what they say. But I have a great relationship with them. I’ve worked with Alex, the CEO, for years in some way or another. He’s not an unreasonable man, and he’s aware of Destiny’s . . . mood swings. The last thing he’ll want is a scandal on his hands.”

  “But what will you say?” Lyric asks. She looks scared. Her palm is sweaty so I turn it over and flatten it on my thigh.

  Mitch smiles at his daughter. He’s confident, honest . . . good . . . just like Lyric. “I’ll tell them about the recordings you have. You still have those, don’t you?”

  I look at Lyric, confused. She never mentioned having recordings.

  Lyric nods. “I do, but I’m not worried about those old songs anymore. I just want to stop her from taking any more from me. Most of what’s in that songbook is Wolf’s, too. We wrote those together, so she’s not just stealing from me now.”

  Shit. She’s right. Good. At least Lyric’s not in this alone.

  Mitch nods. “Yes, but if we have proof that she did this when you were a minor, stealing from her child and claiming the music as her own, then we win. It’s an easy battle. We threaten to out her for that entire album and sue everyone involved in the making. There’s no way they’ll allow Destiny to move forward with the new songs.”

  Lyric visibly relaxes. The waitress chooses that moment to come over and take our order. Lyric requests a round of shots for the table. I look at her, amused. For the next two hours, we talk about the music, Lyric and Mitch catch up, and we drink. I’ve never seen Lyric look so happy or more beautiful since the first time I laid eyes on her.

  Mitch is catching a flight first thing in the morning, but he says he’ll be back the following day and we’ll talk about the developments. That seems to satisfy Lyric. We say our good-byes, and I stand back while Lyric and Mitch spend an extra few minutes together. Her eyes are red when she walks toward me, but I know it’s more good than bad. Whether Lyric wants to admit it, she needs her dad, and this reunion couldn’t have happened at a better time.

  The moment we’re back at the house, she’s on a mission. I follow her to the bedroom and watch her tear through her bags until she pulls out a tiny black bikini. My eyes light up. Fuck yes.

  “What d’ya have in mind there, babes?”

  Her eyes have a wicked gleam. “Well, I’d rather skinny dip, but everyone’s home.” She tosses my swim trunks at me and starts peeling off her clothes. “Let’s go swimming.”

  Her tits are bare and beautiful and right there in front of me. It’s natural instinct for me to want to touch them. I walk to her and wrap my arms around her from behind. She giggles as I grab hold of her breasts and squeeze while pushing into her with my hips.

  “Wolf,” she says. “I want to go swimming.” She turns around and slips her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. “And then I want you to handcuff me to the bed and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

  She pulls away to secure her top, a grin lighting up her face. My hand immediately finds my cock and strokes it. “I can do that now, babe. The pool will still be there after the world ends.”

  With a laugh, she walks to the French doors and pushes them open. “You better hurry your ass up.” Then she takes off for a run and cannonballs into the pool, screaming all the way.

  I scramble to fasten my shorts and join her in the water. She’s already doing laps in between the others in the pool. Terese and Derrick are at the other end, along with Stryder, Melanie, and Lorraine. Misty is drinking at the edge while the rest of the houseguests are scattered in and outside the house. It’s the first night we’re all really letting loose, and I love it. It’s why I booked this place. Every now and then we get time off, but we rarely get time off together.

  “Wolf, catch!” Hedge says from the deck. An aluminum can zooms toward my head, and I catch it easily and crack it open the moment it’s in my hands.

  Lyric’s all smiles as she approaches me and wraps her arms around my neck. Her legs lock around my waist. “Hi, sexy.”

  My heart beats like crazy. This side of Lyric is pretty fucking incredible. “Hi, yourself. I like you like this—a lot.”

  “I’m happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m right where I should be.”

  “Because of your father?”

  She nods, tilting her head to the side. “And because of you. You make this big, cold world feel safe when I’m wrapped up in your arms. I’ll never give that up.”

  Shit. I put my beer down at the edge of the pool and grab her face, pulling her mouth toward mine. It’s an innocent kiss. I just want to show her how much I love her—not that I’ve said those words to her since the first night we exchanged I love yous. I wanted to be sure that she wouldn’t run from me again at the next sign of disaster.

  I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue. I love when she runs her hands all over me, but when she sticks her hand in the back of my shorts and squeezes my ass, I’m pretty sure it’s time to drag her out of this pool. I push into her and groan into her mouth, letting her know what she’s doing to me.

  “Hey, lovers. Hands off.” Terese swims up to us. I want to push her away, but Lyric’s already pulling from my mouth and turning to her friend.

  My b
oner would be a problem if anyone were to look down, so I grab Lyric and pull her back against me. She giggles, and I glare at Derrick. He just laughs knowingly.

  “Dude, that session today was the shit. You’re going to love it.” Derrick changes the subject, probably trying to get my mind off what I’m missing out on. It’s not working.

  Lyric is talking to Terese now. I have no fucking clue what they’re saying, but I press my hand flat against Lyric’s stomach so her ass rubs against me just a little. My erection digs into her back, and all I can think about is her legs spreading wide for me as I strap her into those handcuffs.

  “I can’t wait to hear it. Sorry I had to take off.”

  Derrick waves it off. “Nah, we understood. Mitch was saying we could wrap tomorrow and do final tweaks on Thursday. That would give us three days completely off before we head to Europe. Can you imagine? We’ll have the biggest fucking party.”

  Hedge must overhear us because he’s cheering from a few feet away and pouring a round for everyone. When the shots arrive at the edge of the pool, I turn us around so we’re facing away from the water. Everyone cheers, and we toss back heads, letting the burning liquid coat our throats. Hedge takes the tray away, but I keep Lyric pressed up against the edge of the pool.

  My face moves to her neck so I can nuzzle into her wet skin and bite down on her shoulder. “I’ve been hard since you made that comment about the handcuffs. I’m hurting here, babe.” I slide my hand around her waist to her front and slip into her bottoms.

  She groans and widens her stance, her elbows propped up on the edge. I nibble her neck again and slip my fingers deep inside her. In a second, I glance around to see the crowd focused on Hedge and Melanie going shot-for-shot on the other side of the pool, so I focus my attention back on Lyric’s pussy. My other hand lands on her hip as I push a third finger inside.

  “Wolf.” Her moan is strangled as I pump my fingers into her. She’s not warning me away this time; she’s asking for more.

  “I need you in my bed. Now.” Just as she begins to tighten around me, I remove my fingers and pat her butt before swimming around her to the edge.

  I don’t need to look at Lyric to know she’s frustrated as hell at what I just did, but that was the point. I’m going to get her into my bed one way or another. Chuckling to myself, I climb out of the pool and let myself in the French doors of our bedroom. I step into the bathroom to pee.

  When I step back out into the bedroom, she’s there. The doors and curtains are shut behind her but the lamp is on, illuminating just enough light to see her standing by our bed, wet and naked, holding the handcuffs. The look in her eye tells me she wants this just as much as I do.

  “I think you’re trying to kill me.” I walk toward her and grab the handcuffs as I take in her perfect curves. Lyric’s body deserves to be cherished, and that’s exactly what I’m about to do.

  “Take control, Wolf. Do your worst.” She leans into my chest and places a kiss between my pectoral muscles. “I need this.” She bats her eyelashes, and I almost let go right there. My beautiful girl is giving up control. Willingly. Something has changed in her, and I love it. I love that she’s trusting me with everything, especially pleasing her.

  “I can do that.” I kiss her cheek, careful not to touch any other part of her. Not yet. “Sit against the headboard.”

  Her breathing is heavy as she turns to face the bed. I wrap my arms around her before she can move. “Go slow. I want to see your ass in the air.”

  When she starts to climb onto the bed, I give her ass a smack. She’s still wet from the pool, so the sound is sharp as I connect. I wait until she’s against the headboard and spreading her legs to go to her. Moving between her thighs, I let her take a good look at my hard cock while I bring one of her arms over her head. I groan when she eyes my dick and licks her lips, as if threatening to steal a taste. Tempting, but it’s not going to work this time. I finish securing her hand with one of the cuffs and then lean down. My mouth skims her lips and lands near her ear. Again, I’m careful not to touch her.

  “Don’t even think about touching me unless I tell you to.”

  Lyric gives an audible gasp. I smile. I think she gets the picture. When I take her other hand and secure it to the post, she shifts a little. As much as she wants this, it’s out of her comfort zone. Lyric prefers to be on top, and I’ve never wanted a girl on top of me until her. It’s her dominant position and she fucks beautifully that way. She handles me well, tending to my needs while I get to watch her move wildly above me. And man, can she move. I especially love when she runs her hands through her hair and tugs at it when she’s riding me—like she’s putting on a show, telling me how good my cock feels as it fills her tight pussy. Tonight, it’s my turn to run the show.

  “First rule.”

  “There are rules?” she asks, her eyes wide.

  I grin. “Yeah, babe. My game, my rules. First rule. Your eyes stay open. I want you to watch everything I’m about to do to you.” I lean down near her ear to make sure I get the point across. “No matter what. Other than blinking, your eyes stay open. Got it?”

  She nods, and she swallows audibly.

  I chuckle and move back to a sitting position. Taking my cock in my hands, I begin to stroke myself. Long strokes, so she can watch and not touch. My eyes are on her, but hers are on the movement of my hands. As her legs spread further apart, I smile and scoot forward. I lean into her, letting my cock push into her belly as I kiss her deeply, giving and taking all at once.

  Her groans become moans and then whines as she pulls on the chains. She’s already going crazy, and we’ve just begun our little game. My lips move from her mouth to her neck and then down to her breast. As I suck on her nipple, she writhes beneath me. I look up and see that her eyes are closing, so I gently bite down on her nipple. “Eyes open, babe. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  Her eyes open wide, her breathing already quickening. This is exactly how I want her. Panting and restless. It’s going to feel so good when I unleash on her. But the torture leading up to that act is worth it. I work my hand up her leg, slowly dragging my fingers along her skin. When I reach her pussy, I brush a thumb against her folds, ready to dive into the wetness. “So wet, babe. What are we going to do about this?” I stroke her again as she moans.

  When my eyes find hers again, they’re dark and needy. Her chest expands and collapses, and I know she’s going crazy under my touch. Because I love her, and she looks like she’s on the verge of pain, I sink my fingers inside of her, pump slowly, and then twist before leaving her. She lets out a shriek of anger, so I chuckle and lean over so my mouth is directly above her sex.

  “Eyes open, babe. I’m about to eat your pretty pussy, and you’re going to watch me.” I taste her, licking from the bottom of her folds to the top, and lick my lips. She shudders beneath me. I blow on her clit, drawing another scream from her mouth.

  “Fuck, Wolf. It’s too much. Just fuck me. Please. Hard.”

  I chuckle again and shake my head. “I’m just getting started, babe. Don’t make me give you rule number two.”

  She looks at me with fear in her eyes. “There’s more?”

  I kiss her pussy before sucking her into my mouth. When I let go, I’m grinning. “You can moan, say dirty things to me, tell me to go harder, softer, or ask for more. Oh, and you can scream.” I chuckle. “I don’t think you’ll be able to help that. Other than that, no talking.”

  She takes a deep breath and bites down on her lip. I want to laugh again at the worry on her face. Instead, I concentrate on tasting Lyric’s clit. Flicking my tongue and sucking her into my mouth again, I can feel her tense and relax beneath me. I fucking love what I’m doing to her. When I add two fingers, she lets out a gurgled scream. I pump and turn my fingers, making a “come here” motion as I take another taste. This time, my mouth doesn’t leave her, and it doesn’t go easy on her, either. I torture the first orgasm out of her, slowl
y, and then when I feel her about to unravel, I unleash hell, pumping furiously. Her convulsions seem to last forever as she shakes and screams—the loudest screams I’ve earned from her yet. She throws my name in there somewhere, and that makes me happy.

  “Fuck me, Wolf.”

  I laugh at her urgency. “I’m getting there, babe.”

  She throws her head back in frustration, moving her pelvis up so it almost hits my face. I push her hips down on the bed and smooth my hands up her body before latching onto her breast again. “I’d flip you over but I’m not taking those cuffs off. This is too much fun.” I shift so that I’m between her legs.

  “Wolf, I need you,” she says.

  This time, my confident, alpha-male persona flies out the window. Her pleading reaches into my heart and squeezes. She’s so damn beautiful. She’s glistening with sweat, and I can practically see her pussy tingling with need.

  I can’t stay away anymore. I lift myself above her and lean into her mouth to kiss her as I slide between her legs. She moans happily into my mouth. Just for a second, I break away to look into her eyes. She’s gazing back at me with love, and an overwhelming emotion takes over me.

  Before I can change my mind, I remove the handcuffs and bring myself back down to her, kissing her again and waiting for her to wrap her arms around me. To touch me. I need Lyric’s touch as much as she needs me inside her right now. I move again, pushing into her and sliding out slowly so I can feel all of her.

  “Is the game over?” she asks, confused.

  I look at her again and smile. “I just wanted to feel you touch me. I love you so much, Lyric.” I push into her again and growl into her neck. “So fucking much.”

  She bites down on my skin and reaches around, feeling for my ass and squeezing. “I love you, too.” Her legs spread even wider, and she pushes my ass until I’m so deep inside her I grow momentarily dizzy. When she tightens her muscles, all breath leaves me.

  We move together. She never tries to pull herself on top, but she matches every one of my movements until I’m warning her of my release. She nods, telling me she’s ready, too. I’m swallowing the sounds of her orgasm and she’s swallowing mine as I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.