DIRTY ROCKER: A Rock Star Romance

by SC Daiko

  I squealed and clenched down on his mouth. “I’m coming…” I gripped his scalp. “I’m coming so…so…hard.” With gasping breaths, I shuddered my release. It was like all the tension of the last couple hours had evaporated.

  He lifted his face. “I love how you taste, sweetheart. And I love you.”

  “And I love you, Pierce. So. Fucking. Much.”

  We lay spooned together, breathing deeply, kissing, but avoiding the elephant in the room…what had gone down with his family. No doubt we’d talk about it eventually. Just not at the moment. Now it was all about us. We were in a bubble and didn’t want to let anything or anyone intrude.

  He moved his hands down my body and I smiled when he slipped his fingers between my folds. “Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna give you the filthy fuck I promised you a while back.” He hovered over me, grinding his flesh against mine. His eyes—his freaking eyes—a dark spell enveloped in a caring man who’d given me back that part of myself I hadn’t known I’d been missing.

  He flipped me onto my front and lifted my ass. Then he was licking and biting my butt cheeks, and, oh, my, God, rimming my puckered hole with his tongue. “You like that, babe?” he grunted.

  And I did. I freaking did. It was tickly but incredibly erotic at the same time. “Oh, yes,” I breathed.

  He pushed his tongue further into me, fingering my pussy and setting up a rhythm. I could feel another orgasm on the horizon, but he suddenly stopped and was rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks instead. “Not going to do anal with you yet, sweetheart,” he breathed the words into my ear. “’Specially as we’re trying to make a baby. But I will. One day. And you’ll love it.”

  “Mmm,” I moaned, biting down on my tongue.

  With my ass still raised, he thrust into me from behind. He pressed his thumb to my clit, circling it, telling me how beautiful I was, how good I made him feel, until I shrieked, “Pierce!!!” An earth-shattering release spiraled from my core. Whimpering, I clutched the white bedspread.

  Pierce kept thrusting into me, and my legs shook with the force. “I’m exploding,” he cried out at last with a volley of thrusts that pushed me into the mattress.

  I collapsed onto the bed, turned my head and he dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me with such love it brought tears to my eyes.

  He rolled off me and onto his side, drawing me into his arms. His chest rose and fell under my palms, his muscles contracting and releasing with each breath. “I’ll call Bethany tomorrow,” he said. “We can take her and the boys out for a meal. Maybe catch a movie in the West End.” No mention of his parents, and I didn’t press him. We were due to return to the US in two days, and I doubted he’d mend any bridges before then. He needed time, just like I needed time with Auntie Lisa.

  “Let’s take a shower,” I suggested. “You go first.”

  The bathroom was smaller than those we were used to, and the shower cubicle only had room for one.

  Pierce slid open the door and turned the faucet. He stepped into the shower and closed the door.

  My pulse racing, I unzipped my toiletries bag, and, with trembling hands, extracted the pregnancy test kit I’d bought in LA before we’d left. My period was a week overdue. I’d tried not to get my hopes up, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened the box and took out a long plastic stick. Then I sat on the toilet bowl and peed on it.

  I don’t know how long I sat there, waiting, staring at the stick. My heart was in my mouth I was so scared of being disappointed. It seemed to take forever. Gradually, two vertical lines began to appear. I let out a squeal. “Pierce!!!”

  He crashed out of the shower, dripping wet. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “I’m more than okay.” I stood and went up to him. Showed him the stick. “I’m pregnant!!!”

  A wide grin spread over his face, and he lifted me in his arms. He hooted and whirled me in the air. “Wow. Awesome.” He kissed up my neck to my mouth. “I’m gonna be a daddy…”

  Gently he put me down. “You give me all I could ever want,” he quoted the words from his song. “I love you so much.”

  “And you give me all I could ever want,” I said to him. “I’m gonna be a mommy…”

  Epilogue

  One year later

  Pierce

  Axel stands next to me in the garden chapel at the beautiful Palms Springs Estate Hayley and I chose for our wedding. I pull at the Lanvin tie I’m wearing with the Alexander McQueen dress suit she picked out for me. Can’t remember the last time I dressed so smart, but I’ll do anything to make my bride happy.

  I turn around and stare at the select group of friends and family who are here to witness our happy day. Bethany grins and gives me a thumbs-up. Hayley’s Auntie Lisa, with whom she is now on friendly terms, is perched next to my sis, smiling widely, her sons with their girlfriends in the row behind.

  My parents are conspicuous for their absence. I decided not to invite them, in the end, not wanting to risk Dad getting drunk and bad mouthing me. I have as little contact with him as I can manage. Bethany gives him the occasional handout, when he’s spent all his state pension before the end of the month, but he doesn’t know it comes from me.

  Hayley and I go to London often, these days. We set up a charity to help vulnerable kids stay off the streets. Hayley has made it her life’s work and, along with therapy, it has helped her come to terms with the abuse she suffered from her uncle.

  There’s a familiar sound of a guitar strumming, and everyone stands as Vanilla Sky launch into their cover of Adele’s “Make you Feel my Love,” Phoenix’s beautiful voice loud and clear. Her mom, Cora, is sitting beside them with Phoenix and Axel’s baby Scarlett in her arms. The little girl appears mesmerized and is watching everything with her big brown eyes.

  There’s a collective gasp, and I turn to gaze at my gorgeous bride, making her way down the aisle on her own. Behind her process Archie and George, our ring-bearers, and Camila, maid of honor, with our babies in her arms. Hayley fed them just before changing into her ivory Givenchy gown, and our five-month old twins, Caden and Mia are fast asleep.

  I’m so proud and filled with love I could burst. Hayley sailed through her pregnancy, which was made even happier when she found out we were having twins, a boy and a girl. The birth, however, was difficult, and she ended up needing a C-section. She coped brilliantly—she’s an amazing mum—and I’m doing my best to be a good father.

  The procession arrives and the front of the chapel, and Hayley stands next to me. “You look stunning,” I whisper, “I love you.” Her shimmering cinnamon hair has been styled by Camila, swept up in multiple braids and ringlets.

  “You’re so handsome, honey. Love you too,” she smiles, then casts her eye over Camila, who’s carrying our babies carefully to their strollers.

  Hayley and I make the traditional wedding vows and exchange rings. I kiss her soft lips and we walk down the aisle…husband and wife.

  Dinner takes place outdoors, under the moonlight, with our guests sitting at one long table positioned alongside a glimmering pool lit with lanterns. We decided not to make this a celebrity wedding. There’s only one photographer and the press have been barred. Joe and Mike are on duty, but they are also our friends and sit down to eat with us, a delicious meal of warmed lettuce hearts with cashew cheese, homemade ricotta, and herb vinaigrette appetizer, followed by a starter of planked salmon, and Maple Leaf duck for main.

  Later, after we’ve cut the three-tiered wedding cake, and Jake has made a speech during which he takes all the credit for Hayley and I getting together, I take her in my arms for our first dance, which is, of course, our latest hit, the song I wrote for her.

  Two revolutions of the Ferris wheel

  Before I realize I’m already home

  And I think I’m not going anywhere

  I’ll stay so you’re not alone

  My bandmates sing the words from where they have set up their instruments, and I croon into my wife’s ears. I’ve written other s
ongs for her, which we’ve laid down as tracks on our new album, but she loves this one the most.

  “Remember when you sang this to me the first time?” she whispers.

  “I’ll never forget.”

  She leans back in my arms and her amber irises glow. “You are my savior…I hope you know that...”

  “You saved yourself, sweetheart.” I stare into her eyes. “Your strength is an inspiration to me. I would never have gotten sober without you.”

  She catches her lip with her teeth. “We’re two halves of a whole. Without you, I’d lose all sense of who I am.”

  “Me too,” I bend and kiss the tip of her nose. “Talking of twos. Isn’t it time you fed those hungry babies of ours?”

  As if on cue, a loud wail comes from their strollers. Hayley and I go up to them. I lift my beautiful daughter. Mia has a fuzz of red hair on her head, which makes me hope it will be the color of her mother’s. Hayley swings Caden into her arms. It was he who was crying, and he roots for sustenance at the front of her dress, the greedy little tyke. Hayley says he’s the spitting image of me and I guess she’s right…his dark hair is longer than Mia’s and he already has a badass attitude. We’re going to have our work cut out for us with him, I’m sure.

  “C’mon, Daddy,” Hayley turns and smirks over her shoulder. “You can hold one twin while I feed the other.” She heads into the massive house, where a room has been set aside for us.

  Carrying Mia, I follow her, and it feels perfect. It feels right. This is what I’ve always needed...my own family. I will love and protect them for the rest of my life.

  I hope you’ve enjoyed Pierce and Hayley’s story as much as I loved writing it. If you have been affected by any of the issues raised, there are organizations in your country that offer help. All you need to do is search online.

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  A smoking-hot student. His young teacher. Will their love be strong enough to fight against the odds?

  He held me against his rock-hard body on a hot Ibiza night and I lost myself to him.

  Six months later, he's in my Spanish class... What I feel for him is totally against the rules.

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  Rock Star Blurb, Prologue And Chapter One

  Axel Wainwright. British rock god. Bad Boy.

  He sets the crowds on fire with his voice and his words.

  It’s always been my dream to sing backup for him.

  And now I’ve finally gotten my chance.

  After losing someone he loved, Axel has promised to stay clean.

  But promises have a way of getting broken.

  Like my love for music, Axel completely consumes me.

  He is my Sun and he draws me to his flame.

  If I fly too close, like the bird of legend, I’ll burn to ashes.

  My name is Phoenix, and I can’t resist my own demise.

  She has a firebird tattooed on her shoulder.

  And the voice of an angel.

  I want her for my muse.

  And I want her in my bed.

  I try to resist her like I’ve sworn to resist coke.

  Trouble is, she's too smart and beautiful…

  Temptation with a capital T.

  Soon I have to choose what really matters.

  And I hope to God I don’t make the wrong choice.

  PROLOGUE

  British rock band, ChiMera, to resume their world tour five months after the shocking death of backup singer, Ella Wainwright.

  By Julia Smith, The Music Mag

  Front man Axel Wainwright announced yesterday that British rock band, ChiMera, would be flying to Milan, Italy, to resume their ‘Ghost in the Heart’ world tour at the end of next month. The twenty-seven-year-old singer and bass player, who came out of rehab with his bandmates last week, stated. ‘My sister is irreplaceable, but we owe it to her to resume the tour.’ He went on to confirm that the first round of auditions had already taken place and he would announce the name of the new band member shortly.

  The ‘London Lovers’ singer declined to answer questions about a rumored estrangement from his billionaire father, Blake Wainwright, co-founder of the UK property development company, Lombardi & Wainwright, who supposedly has refused to speak to his son since Ella overdosed on heroin after ChiMera’s sell-out concert in Madison Square Garden last September.

  Axel, aka ‘the British heartthrob’, and his bandmates Rhys Williams (lead guitarist), Zach Copeland (keyboard player) and Pierce Fox (drummer) checked themselves into the Betty Ford Center in California following Ella’s tragic overdose to get themselves clean of drugs. ‘We won’t go down that road again,’ the bad boy of rock told this reporter. ‘We’ll focus on our music and our record label instead. Ella loved ChiMera. It’s her legacy. If we didn’t resume the tour, we’d be disrespecting her memory. Besides, we owe it to our entire team and all our fans…’

  Despite their ‘sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll’ reputations, ChiMera are shrewd businessmen. They set up CM Records with a loan from Lombardi & Wainwright at the start of their rapid trajectory, and within two years, due to their phenomenal early success, were able to repay the debt and start signing other bands and solo artists to the label. Apparently, they carried on running the company even while in rehab…

  It is this reporter’s opinion that whoever takes Ella’s place will need to be one special lady, not only to support Axel while he sings those amazing songs, but to maintain a professional stance. All four band members are drop-dead-gorgeous rock gods living the free and easy ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ lifestyle. They are serial daters of beautiful women. How will any woman working in close proximity be able to resist them, I can’t help asking myself? This reporter sure as hell wouldn’t…

  CHAPTER ONE

  Phoenix

  I tucked a strand of my long blond hair behind my ear and parked my butt on a plush sofa in the lobby of ChiMera’s headquarters, waiting to be called in for my live audition. Nerves fluttering in my stomach, I reached for my phone and opened Music Mag. An article about the band appeared on the screen, but when I read the words, ‘How will any woman working in close proximity be able to resist them?’ sudden anger flared through me. Disgusted at the insinuation, I decided not to bother reading the comments and began to warm up my voice instead.

  I hummed in my throat, then sang Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do in all the major and minor scales, using the tones from my cell’s piano app as staring notes, and thinking about what had led me to this juncture.

  Initially, when I’d answered the advert, I had no clue I was auditioning for arguably the best rock band in the world. The groups I’d been singing with hitherto had a habit of breaking up and reforming at the drop of a hat. I needed something more permanent. Correction. Mom’s medical bills needed me to have something more permanent.

  At my try-out in downtown LA, I’d sung Adele’s Rolling in the Deep, having the same alto voice range as her, and I’d belted the crap out of it acapella, without any backup sound. After I’d nailed the last note, Jake Stanley, ChiMera’s Creative Director, revealed the audition was for the European leg of the British rock gods’ tour; he said he’d check out the information on my resumé and then he’d be in touch.

  I’d walked out of the audition stunned. ChiMera were my idols; I’d loved them since their first album went triple platinum in the States and earned them a Grammy four years ago. Frequently compared with U2, not least for their lead guitarist basing his style on The Edge’s, their moody, atmospheric songs spoke to my heart. Even if the contract wou
ld only be short-term, it would be an amazing opportunity, a chance to become recognized and turn into a star.

  Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?

  While struggling not to get my hopes up for a call-back, I’d resumed my life of rehearsing, performing and coaching sessions, not to mention a crappy part-time job waiting tables at a local diner; I told myself they’d be auditioning hundreds of other girls and might not pick me.

  I’d experienced a moment of disbelief when Jake Stanley phoned yesterday, asking if I was free to try out with the band today. When I’d realized it was for real, I couldn’t resist a squeal of happiness before confirming my availability.

  So here I was, about to sing with the front man himself, and I’d be lying if I said my knees weren’t knocking together. At least I knew all of ChiMera’s catalog and had practiced his sister’s harmonies until I was practically hoarse; I was ready to give it my all.

  The door to the waiting room swung open and Jake appeared. He was a good-looking dude— dark brown hair slicked back from his forehead, cornflower blue eyes— but too preppy. And, even if I’d found him attractive and wanted to respond to the way he was giving my body the once-over, I’d made the conscious decision to swear off men. My long-term boyfriend had dumped me last summer for a curvy redhead who didn’t spend all her time working her ass off like me. After I’d cried a river of tears, I decided to become an ice maiden rather than risk getting hurt again and, as time had gone by, I’d gotten used to being on my own. Made life a whole lot simpler, I told myself.

  “Phoenix,” Jake said in a plummy British accent, “we’re ready for you.”