The Luminous Rock Series Box Set

by K E Osborn

  She can do this, easily.

  Effa starts the climb, and she hoists herself up effortlessly, just as I thought she would, but I’m still watching silently like a hawk. My body is tense and ready to jump at a second’s notice if I need to grab her. I stay in my spot, not giving anything away that I’m silently freaking the fuck out on the inside.

  She reaches up and slides in under the railing at the top with such fluidity that I swear she must have done this before. I smirk and relax as she moves in sitting next to me, dangling her feet over the edge and lining her body along mine, so our legs are touching.

  Real warmth runs through me, and I feel like she’s mine just from one simple touch. Her face looks like she’s in awe as she gazes down to the stage below for the first time through her bird’s eye view.

  “Mercs, this is amazing,” she almost whispers as if her breath is being taken away.

  Moving my arm up behind her and wrapping it around her shoulders, I pull her to me. Her head instantly rests on my shoulder, and I kiss atop her head, her fruity perfumed hair tickling my senses as I breathe her in.

  “It’s a whole different world up here, and I’ve always wanted to share it with you.”

  She smiles. “I just wanted to check to see if you’re okay? I don’t want to harp, and you don’t have to say anything, but I needed to know before we go on tonight otherwise I’ll just worry about you.” Her eyes glisten with deep somber shades of emerald staring at me, full of hope, and I wonder now if I can be the man that she needs. I fucking hope so, because as she looks up at me, her big doe eyes, her cute button nose and her stunningly beautiful face, and I know she means so much to me.

  “I’m fine, having you with me is all the support I’ll ever need.”

  I want her.

  To taste her, to devour her.

  Leaning forward, my hand slides up into the back of her hair and I yank her head forward and touch my lips to hers. Our tongues collide as she whimpers into my mouth, her chest pressing up firmly against mine, the friction a welcomed delight. She tastes of berries and as always my cock starts to stir.

  Effa cools the tension down a notch, slowing the frenzied kiss and backing away from me. She looks into my eyes and she grins with a hint of mischief glinting in hers as she starts to move upward.

  “What are you up to, Miss Carrington?” I ask, as she tilts her body pushing me back so I’m not leaning forward, but rather, back on the railing behind me. Raising my brow, I watch as she scoots over and positions herself on top of me, her knee moving over my legs so she’s effectively straddling me. My hands run up her legs to grab hold of her ass through her leggings while her hands reach out for the railing behind me to steady herself.

  “And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

  Effa grinds her pussy down on my cock, the pressure making it stir instantly, the bulge forming against the seam of my jeans uncomfortably.

  She smiles licking her lips. “What do you think I’m doing?” she asks leaning her head down, her lips coming to my neck and sucking hard. A tingle shoots down the side of my body and straight to my cock as I let out a stifled groan. Grinding on me harder, my cock grows more uncomfortable in his confined space.

  “I think you’re being a very… very… bad girl,” I murmur.

  Her teeth glide up my neck to my ear, taking my lobe into her mouth and biting with just enough force to be a pleasurable pain.

  “Oh, Mercs, I can be so bad it’s sinful.” Her husky voice is like an aphrodisiac as she moves her hands from the pole behind me to the top of her waistband, and starts to wriggle her leggings past her hips. As she slides one leg out of her leggings, she reveals a tiny little G-string.

  My chest rises and falls fast with heavy breaths of lust.

  Her hand slides down to my jeans, unbuttoning the buttons as she pulls my pants open beneath her.

  This is all my fucking fantasies come alive.

  It’s my domain up here, but with Effa taking charge like this, it’s the biggest fucking turn on.

  Her tiny hand slides into my pants, my eyes clench shut as I take in everything that’s happening right now. Effa’s fingers slip in under my briefs, pulling them down and grabbing my rock hard cock. The warmth of her while she handles me feels like fucking heaven, as she pulls me from my confines and my cock stands tall and proud from my jeans, even though they’re still basically around my legs. It’s not the most comfortable, but it’s what we have to work with up here.

  The general sounds of chit-chat from the limited crew below can be heard, mixed with our frantic breathing as she rushes forward pressing her lips to mine. The electrical surge that explodes within me ignites the fuel in my soul, and all I want right now is to feel her warmth wrapped around my cock. So my hands move to her ass, gripping it tight, and edging her toward me.

  Her hand skims between us as she kneels over me again, and she pulls her panties to the side with one hand and grabs my cock with the other, lining me up while we continue to kiss frantically.

  Our tongues go rogue with each other’s as she slides the tip of my cock along her slickened pussy. It’s almost too much for me to bear now as I groan into her mouth, pulling on her ass and forcing the tip of my head inside her.

  Her warmth envelops me, and we both moan together as she pulls her hands from between us and moves them back to the railing behind me to support her. She slowly lowers down on me completely. My body shudders with the endorphins that are seeping through me, sparking my energy flow then they soar and ignite that fire which always burns through us as she begins to move her body on top of mine. The feeling is amazing.

  Knowing there are people below us is a turn on. More than likely they can’t hear us, but if we got vocal they would, so we both keep our moans low and soft through our passionate kisses.

  Her hips move as I pull her up and down on my cock. She’s so warm, and everything about her is like nirvana to me. Effa is my paradise. She encases me perfectly, and we fit together like a glove.

  Even though the rigging is creaking and moaning with our rocking movements, we ignore it. This is the best time I’ve ever had in the rafters. I knew I liked it up here and sharing this moment with Effa while electrifying and intense, there’s something strangely erotic knowing I’ll be up here tonight watching her performing below me and remembering this very moment.

  Pressure builds in my balls. Our breaths both heaving hard out of our noses as we kiss frantically, all teeth and tongues. This isn’t intimate and gentle. It’s fast and unbridled. Full of fever, as we fuck above the stage where she will rock out in a matter of hours.

  Feeling her muscles clench around me only makes it even more intense as I thrust up, pumping inside of her, trying to bring her to the brink.

  My jeans are chafing against the base of my cock, but surprisingly the friction is only adding to the intensity. Feeling her wrapped around me as she bobs up and down on me is a high I could live off… forever.

  My hands run up her back under her tight tank top. Her skin slick with sweat as is mine while we strive toward our climaxes.

  Moving faster, small whimpers echo from her throat as she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back in ecstasy. My mouth wastes no time moving in and taking her neck. Her skin is salty as I lick from her collarbone to her neck, grazing my teeth along with it, then sucking hard and leaving a red mark.

  She moans slightly louder as she continues to ride me, up and down, as I thrust up into her forcefully, trying to hit just the right spot. Her back arches and her skin litters in goosebumps. Her eyes clench shut while her body trembles. I know she’s close as I move my hand between her legs and press on her clit, circling.

  Her body wracks in shockwaves as her pussy clenches. All her muscles contract as she shudders, exploding in orgasm, while her pussy tightens so tightly around my cock it causes my balls to draw up. Pins and needles run down my spine as my breathing hitches.

  Flashes of light blast behind my eyes as my balls pull up
tight, everything contracts, and then it all explodes in a wave of release. I come hard inside of her, letting all of my tension go as I relax back on the rafters while she leans in kissing me a little softer this time bringing us both back down.

  My hands run up her back, as hers break from behind me and run into my hair, holding me to her while she kisses me like she can’t get enough. Our breaths are rushed and ragged, but we come down slowly, and I slump my body as she leans into me, breaking away from the kiss.

  Her eyes meet mine, and she smiles lazily and lets out a heavy exhale. “Well, I think the rafters are my new favorite part of the stage.”

  I can’t help the chuckle that flows from my chest as she smiles at me, and I wrap my arms around her and plant a chaste kiss on her button nose. “You’re amazing.” She raises her brow and tilts her head with a smile. “You are, Effa. Not only are you this amazing sexy rock goddess, but you’ve been more than understanding of me for not telling you sooner about Kiera.”

  Effa smiles down at me. “I totally understand your hesitation in telling me about Kiera, it’s a very hard subject to talk about. So I get it. She’s your sister. You love her. And anything that hurts her, hurts you even more. Plus, you didn’t know I was going to add Kiera on Facebook.”

  “I certainly didn’t expect the Facebook thing, but I actually feel lighter now that you know. And I know Kiera would have loved your friend request, I can just imagine how loud she would have screamed and how quickly she would have been on the phone to her friends.”

  She giggles. “I’m glad that maybe I brightened her day a little. Wanna go use the bathroom shower with me?”

  “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do right now,” I agree, as she hoists herself off me and starts to pull her clothes back on.

  I glance down below us, just to make sure we don’t have a crowd watching, but everyone is still casually walking around like normal. Then something catches my eye. I glance over a little further into the shadows and see him.

  Jett—staring straight at us, like the damn creeper he is.

  He must have seen the whole thing.

  And the hard look on his face is one that sends an eerie, cold shudder down my spine, making me think he won’t let go of what he’s just witnessed.

  Effa is mine.

  Not his.

  And I’ll make damned sure that little fucker knows it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  MERCS

  Reaching up, I grab hold of Effa’s ass as she climbs down from the rafters. Her soft giggles echo through the backstage area, and I smile as her feet hit the floor which regrettably makes my hands fall away from her. She turns back to me with a wicked smile.

  “Thank you for showing me your view of the world. I had a… great time,” she chimes with a smirk.

  I chuckle, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, pulling her to me as I glance over to where Jett was standing to see him slowly making his way over.

  Great!

  “Hey, Eff, can you go get that shower ready for us? I want to have a quick chat with someone about the lighting for tonight,” I lie.

  She smiles, completely oblivious, then she leans in kissing my cheek as she rushes off toward the stadium bathroom.

  Clenching my jaw, I turn to Jett, who’s now stalking toward me with purpose. His body tense and rigid like he’s angry. Well, fuck him. He has no rights at all. Effa’s mine. I’m not the voyeur here.

  He steps right up to me, so close I can smell the stale tobacco on his breath, as he looks me dead in the eye, obviously trying to intimidate me. It doesn’t work as I stiffen my posture, bringing my hands up and shoving his chest hard which makes him take a step back. He breaks out into a small laugh, shaking his head as he stands back up tall and firm.

  “What the fuck, asshole. Why were you watching us?” I sneer.

  Jett’s smiling face falls like he’s reliving the memory of watching Effa with me, and he frowns so hard his lips look like they’re melting off his face. “You have no right to be taking advantage of her,” he snaps.

  “Advantage? Oh… this should be good. Please tell me how I am taking advantage of Effa.”

  “She’s young, easily led. A guy like you will corrupt her. You think I don’t know about your money issues, Mercury? You think I don’t know about your sister and her health issues? She’s draining you dry. You’re only after Effa for the money she can provide you. You don’t want her… just her pretty little purse—”

  My whole body tenses, all my muscles clench as I fight with myself not to punch this guy right in the fucking throat as hard as possible. “Fuck you, Jett. First of all, don’t you dare talk about my sister. What the fuck would you know. So don’t claim you know me or my motives. As for Effa? She means the world to me. I’d never hurt her, unlike you. You think I want to use her for personal gain? I think you want to be with her to rocket your career, Jett. Men like you are only out for themselves. Stay the fuck away from Effa, and me… or my broke ass foot will be so far up your ass it will kick your slimy teeth in. Don’t threaten me, kid. I look after what’s mine. And Effa… she’s mine.”

  His eyes narrow, his body almost shaking with the anger blasting off him. The atmosphere turning frigid with the icy air circulating around us. The standoff is brutal as we stare each other down, only a few feet apart, the threat of a punch being swung imminent. My fists clench as I grit my teeth, the tension rippling off me like a tidal wave, full force and undeniable. The silence between us speaks more volume than the words exchanged, and I know we’re in for a hell of a fight.

  He wants Effa, but she’s mine, and if I don’t play my cards right Jett could do a lot of damage. He’s a loose cannon, with power and persuasion, and in this industry, he unfortunately pulls rank over me. I have to get this right because in the end, if I take on the power of a rock star and lose, I might be out of a job with a reference that’s not exactly positive and one girlfriend down. And that’s not the outcome I want.

  I have to tread carefully.

  But not lose my balls in the process.

  His eyes bore deep into mine. I see nothing in his, no life, no soul, just vast emptiness, a bottomless black depth full of rage and contempt. He’s fuming, and as he takes a small step closer, our noses almost touching, I raise my head slightly higher clenching my fists tighter. The unmistakable sound of running footsteps is heard before Jett and I are pulled apart from each other.

  “Hey, hey, hey… you two, cool it. I don’t know what that intense as fuck face-off was all about, but I don’t want my fucking lighting tech and the lead singer of the opening band going at it before the show tonight. Thank you very fucking much,” Luke sneers growling at us both.

  I turn to face him, his eyes stern and focused on me like a disappointed father figure. I’ve worked hard to get into Luke’s good side, and now here I am fucking that all up.

  Great. Good one, Mercs.

  Jett huffs with a scowl and turns up his nose. “Tell lover boy to stop fucking in public and maybe then this will all run a little smoother,” Jett jabs moving past me, shouldering me on the way through, causing me to take a step back from the abrupt push to my side.

  Luke glares at me, his nostrils flaring as he raises a brow, and I’m more annoyed than ever at Jett for making this day even harder.

  “Care to tell me what Jett was talking about?” Luke asks.

  I crack my neck to the side not really wanting to talk to Luke about this—our relationship is not exactly one of friendship. “Jett saw Effa and me… together. He’s just jealous. He has a hidden agenda, Luke, and we need to be careful of him. I know he’s going to cause trouble.”

  He licks his lips with a nod. “Where did he see you?”

  I tense up hoping that wouldn’t be the one bit of information from that sentence that he caught onto. I was hoping he’d be more interested in the words ‘Jett’ and ‘trouble’ than the drama of Effa and me in public. I look up, Luke follows my line of sight. “The rafters.”


  Luke lets out what sounds like an unimpressed snort and raises his brow. “Okay, that’s a good thing, if there’s something good to be taken from this. I was hoping it wasn’t in… public, public... as in like a car or something where photographs could have been taken. But Mercs, please, keep your escapades in places more hidden. I don’t want anything leaked about Effa, or any intimate photos turning up in Rolling Stone or some trashy magazine. So keep it in private. Got it?”

  “Yeah, of course. Sorry. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing. It won’t happen again. But Luke… Jett,” I shake my head, “… he’s a fucking issue.”

  He rubs the back of his neck. “Hmm… yes. I’ve been thinking this for a couple of days. I’ve been watching him, watching her. It’s a little disconcerting, I must admit. Other crew members have discussed the Jett issue with me too, so you’re not the only one. He’s not exactly liked and has been throwing his weight around. Leave it with me.”

  I like that someone’s on the same page as me when it comes to that broody fucking rocker. “Thank you, Luke. Effa’s safety is my main priority and with Jett… well, I don’t trust the guy.”

  He rests his hand on my shoulder and squeezes tightly in a comforting way. “I like that you truly care about Effa, it gives me a good feeling about the two of you. One that I didn’t have at the start. But Mercs, as much as Effa’s headstrong and confident, she’s also naïve and can be led easily. Watch her, okay?”

  With one simple nod, I know I will do just that. Turning, I head toward the bathroom where I know Effa will be waiting for me. I try to decide whether to tell her about this stupid altercation with Jett or not. But I’m not sure that me exerting my brute strength for her is something she’d like. Let’s face it she’s all about peace, harmony and love. So I might keep this one under wraps for now, just until I can suss out Jett a little more. Until I have something more concrete to tell Effa. I don’t want to worry her or make her feel awkward.