Rockstar Untamed: A Single Dad Virgin Romance

by Michelle Love

  God…yes…

  He helped her right her clothes, made sure she was happy, then silently led her to his Porsche. “Where do you live, beautiful girl?”

  “Not here. I’m at a hotel.” She named it, and he smiled.

  “I know it.”

  In the elevator up to her room, they shared it with an elderly couple, who smiled politely at them. Riley was sure they could guess just what the younger couple were about to do – the sexual tension was palpable.

  In her room, her mysterious lover kissed her to the point of making her light-headed and then said. “You like this dress?”

  She shook her head, grinning. “Not particularly.”

  “Good.” And he ripped it from her body, dispatching her bra just as quickly and taking her nipple into his mouth as his hand snaked between her legs and caressed her through her damp panties. “Mio Dio, you’re beautiful…”

  Italian then, Riley thought, but soon she could not make a coherent thought as her lover tumbled her to the floor, pressing her legs apart and thrusting deep inside her again. She clawed at his back, feeling more sexual and feral as they fucked than she had ever done. When he flipped her onto her stomach and pushed into her ass, she screamed out her pleasure, reveling in his machismo, wanting this night to never end. They showered together after that, needing the cool water on theit hot skin, then after he carried her back to bed, she took him in her mouth and sucked him while his mouth worked on her clit, her legs around his neck, no inhibitions at all.

  It was almost dawn before they finally broke apart. Riley’s body felt like someone’s else, every nerve ending on fire. He kissed her belly, burying his face in it, as he caught his breath then moved up to kiss her sore mouth. Her vagina ached from the pounding of his impressive cock, still half-erect still. He was an athlete, a machine. Riley gazed up at him, and he met her gaze steadily.

  “What’s your name?”

  He smiled, brushing his lips on hers. “Do you really need to know?”

  Riley considered then grinned. “No.” It was better like this, sexier that he was a mystery, that she’d had the night of her life with him. “I’ll let it go on condition you put that incredible cock back in me, right now.”

  He laughed, and pushing her knees up to her chest, he studied her sore, still sensitive cunt. “That’s the most beautiful sight I’ll ever see right there, pretty girl.” He thrust deep inside her, but this time, it was a tender, slow lovemaking, more of connection than possession.

  Riley fell asleep in the Italian’s arms, sated and happy, but in the morning when she woke, he was gone. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, feeling a little bereft. When she finally climbed out of bed, she went into the shower to find a crudely drawn heart on the mirror. Underneath was written.

  A perfect night. A perfect woman. LP.

  LP? His initials. Riley smiled. It was a sweet message, a pleasant way to say goodbye. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was almost ten a.m., here in Rio De Janeiro. Today was an important day for her. She sighed, pushing the memory of the previous night to the back of her mind.

  At twenty-six, Riley Monckton was about to lead her very first expedition into the Amazon Rainforest. She had gotten funding from her alma mater, Cambridge University in England, to take four Ph.D. students with her – all men, much to her chagrin – to research a rumor of sightings of a much large colony of endangered Jaguars. If true, the significance of finding these rare creatures would mean a revision to the levels on the endangered list – and a feather in Riley’s cap as far as her career was going. She was passionate about conservation, often to be found berating big business for their cavalier attitudes to the planet’s resources.

  It made her unpopular with men, but a heroine to women. Riley hated the extra publicity though- it was always about how she looked, rather than what she said. Long, dark wavy hair pulled up into a messy bun, big dark brown eyes, a full, sensual mouth, and skin the color of honey thanks to her Indian mother and her white American father. Her curvaceous figure, always dressed in t-shirt and shorts also was a matter of discussion, which annoyed Riley. She held a double Doctorate for chrissakes, she would moan to her best friend, Milly, but Milly, herself blessed in the looks department, had a different attitude. “Use what you’ve got, Riles,” she told her, “use their pathetic need to sexualize you to get your message across.”

  But that wasn’t the way Riley worked. When she’d met the four young men she would be hiking into the jungle with, she’d fixed them with a steely eye after she’d heard one make a comment about her being ‘hot.’

  “Hot, and way, way out of your league,” she’d bitten back, and they had laughed. “Now, can we get back to work?”

  So now as she packed her things to take down to the jeep, Riley picked up the remnants of her party dress and grinned, remembering the feeling of her mysterious lover ripping it from her body. God, what a night.

  When she got downstairs her companions, were gathered around one of their iPads, watching a news conference. “What’s up?”

  Jonty – her least favorite charge because of his superior attitude and overwhelming body odor - turned to her. He had dried egg in his black, unkempt beard which Riley tried to not focus on. “We’ve got competition. Lazlo Patron is going to the Amazon to find the jags too.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “Nope,” said Charlie, a blonde, preppy sort from New England. “You know who Lazlo Patron is, right? He owns this hotel and most of the rest of the planet. He’s ridiculously rich. He’ll have state of the art equipment, a huge team - fuck, this man will wipe our exhibition out.”

  Derek, a quiet African-American, looked at Riley, sorrow in his eyes. “Should we cancel?”

  “Hell, no,” Riley said, and held her hand out for the iPad, “Let me see this joker.”

  Paul, the last member of her team, handed her the tablet.

  Are you fucking kidding me?

  LP.

  Lazlo Patron

  Lazlo Patron was speaking, his devastatingly handsome face dominating the screen, as he detailed his plans. Riley shook her head in abject horror as her sensational lover from the previous night spoke of his great love of exploration and the need to protect and preserve the Amazonian jaguar.

  Riley hated that a pulse beat furiously between her legs for this man, even now. She turned the sound up.

  God, that voice…but she focused on what he was saying. It sounded awfully familiar.

  “Leaving aside the fact that deforestation has devastated the area, we are looking for an endangered species that we can help, that we can make a difference for. Surely that alone would be enough, but now we have an additional focus. We believe we can start a breeding program for these animals, one that is focused purely on swelling the numbers of this beautiful creature, for the Amazon, and for the planet.”

  “Are you actually fucking kidding me?” This time, Riley yelled it aloud. He’d gone through her stuff, found the files on her laptop, while she slept. “Fucking mother fu…”

  “Easy. boss,” Charlie said, looking over her shoulder. “How does he know about the breeding program? I thought that was ‘eyes only’ for us?”

  Riley didn’t answer him. After all, how would ‘Well, he fucked me into a coma then snooped through my stuff and stole a chun of my statement.’ go down with these people? She handed the iPad back to Paul. “Fuck him. Let’s get going.”

  “What you going to do if we run into him down there?”

  Riley smiled grimly. “I’m going to kick his rich ass all over the jungle.”

  Two days later, deep in the sweltering heat of the jungle, they got their first sighting of their rival team. On the other side of the Xingu River, they saw a team of men and women hiking, and as the river narrowed, both teams stopped and took stock of the other. Riley scanned the group, and when she saw him, standing on arock protruding from the bed of the river, he was staring at her in that same intense way he’d stared at during the p
arty. Riley felt a curl of desire in her stomach, but she glared back at him, and slowly raised her middle finger to him. Lazlo Patron laughed loudly, his gorgeous face lighting up. He blew her a kiss then saluted her.

  “I’ll see you at the meeting point,” he yelled across to her, pointing up river to where there was a clearing. Riley realized that both teams would have to camp at the same place and at the speed they were going, that meant they would meet at the same time. Damn it.

  She stalked away from the river, muttering to herself. Derek caught up with her. He was the only member of her cohort that she actually liked, but she did wish he would man up a little; he always seemed so meek, so ready to follow whatever she said without believing he too could make decisions.

  “What’ll you do when we meet them?” He said now, moving in step with her. She shot him an annoyed look then relented. He really was very sweet.

  “Be civil but reserved. We don’t tell them anything, you got me?”

  He agreed, giving her a smile. “Agreed.”

  “But I don’t want a turf war, either. We have to focus on what’s best for the ecology of the region.” Riley sighed, then gave Derek a wicked grin. “But, if I get the chance to push the billionaire into the river, I’m sure as hell going to take it.”

  Her heart was beating fast as they made their way into the clearing. For all her bravado, she was nervous…no, terrified, about seeing Lazlo again. The effect he had on her, the way her body betrayed her when she was with him. She prayed she could keep her composure.

  He didn’t make his presence known for a while, and the Cambridge team settled into their tents which looked quite pathetic next to the Patron camp. His name was emblazoned across all of the frankly luxurious accommodation which took up three-quarters of the jungle clearing. The Cambridge crew took up half of what was left.

  Eventually, team members began to drift over to say hello. Riley kept away from them, hiding out in the research tent at the far end of the clearing. She was typing furiously, trying to distract herself, when she heard his voice.

  “So, aren’t you going to – how do you say? – open a whoop-ass can on my butt?”

  Riley choked back a laugh but composed her face into a blank expression before she turned to him. “It’s ‘open a can of whoop-ass,' and I’m not that unprofessional, Mr. Patron.”

  Lazlo looked amused and moved further into the tent, letting the flap drop behind him. “Come on, Riley. My cock has been inside your delicious cunt. I think you could call me Lazlo.”

  Jesus, when he talked dirty in that accent… “Mr. Patron, when you steal my notes from my computer, you don’t get to use that language.”

  Lazlo looked unrepentant. “I’m only telling the truth, Principessa.”

  She backed up as he came closer. “Mr. Patron…”

  “Dr. Monckton, shut that pretty mouth, please. You’re making it difficult for me to kiss it.”

  Riley lost her temper. “You arrogant, conceited bastard. You targeted me, didn’t you?”

  Lazlo looked unrepentant. “Yes.”

  “Because you knew I was leading this expedition?”

  “Because I wanted to fuck you.” His lips were so close to hers now that Riley had to fight to remain mad. He was intoxicating. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Because I’ve never had this animal urge to just fuck anyone like I do you, Riley.”

  His lips were on hers then and Riley, to her own fury, found herself kissing him back. When his fingers were at the waistband of her shorts, her own were at his zipper, feeling how hard he was for her and then he was lifting her and thrusting hard into her. They fucked, both groaning and gasping for air as they clawed and tore at each other, their mouths rough on the others, almost violent in their lovemaking.

  They tumbled to the floor and Lazlo began to thrust harder and deeper, his eyes locked onto hers and when she came, he slid his hand gently over her mouth to muffle her cries, burying his face in her hair as he too reached his climax. They collapsed apart, panting for air for a moment, then Lazlo pulled up her t-shirt and kissed her belly, moving higher to suck at her nipples, tease the buds with his tongue. Riley closed her eyes, wanting to tell him to stop, to tell him this wasn’t what she wanted – but that would be a lie.

  They made love again, slowly this time, exploring the other’s body until they were both exhausted and sated. After a minute, Riley sat up and started to put her t-shirt on, shaking her head. “I cannot believe we just did that.” She felt almost tearful. What the hell kind of professional was she?

  She felt him sit up beside her, his hand on her back. “Hey, hey, hey,” Lazlo said softly, “It’s okay, you know.”

  She turned to stare at him. “No, Lazlo, it isn’t. You stole from me, and now I’m putting my own reputation on the line for what? So you can brag to your rich buddies how you fucked the dumb woman leading the pissant little expedition… Jesus.”

  A tear escaped from her eye then, and Lazlo kissed it away. “You have no faith in me, Principessa. There can be more than one reason for something to happen.”

  Riley stopped, closing her eyes and was silent for a long moment. When she opened them, she studied his gorgeous face. He really was beautiful, and in his eyes, she could not see any triumph or smugness, just concern. “Do you care at all about the Jaguar?” She asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer. It would hurt less if he really were trying to help preserve the animal she cared so much about.

  Lazlo nodded. “I do. Really, no bullshit. What we’re doing here is different from what you’re doing, Riley, we just couldn’t advertise what we’re really doing.”

  “Which is?”

  “Tracking poachers, and I’m not talking about small time chancers, I’m talking about the kind of people who will kill to get what they want. You have any idea how much Jaguar is worth on the black market? These men are rich, ruthless and I don’t want them anywhere near this Jaguar. Or you, Riley.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’m sorry I had to cover my tracks, but I promise. There was only one reason that I seduced you that night, and it was because the moment I saw you, I wanted you. It was only later when you were asleep, and I was trying to check my emails on your laptop that I realized who you were.” He grinned. “Which is why I stole a part of your speech. I was kind of sending a message to you. Do you know how hard it was to leave you in that bed?”

  Riley flushed with pleasure then. “It was the most incredible night of my life, I have to admit.”

  Lazlo leaned in closer, and nuzzled her nose with his. “There could be many more of those, cara mia.”

  She tried to look disapproving. “After the expedition.”

  “Fair enough, although, right in this moment, you’re already naked and it would be such a waste…”

  With a groan, she let him cover her body with his, and they made love again in the heat of the Brazilian night.

  The next day, careful not to give away the palpable attraction between them, they kept their distance as the two groups moved to pack up their respective camps and move on. Only once did Lazlo and Riley find themselves alone and unseen – it was a fast, quick, exhilarating fuck and they both were left laughing and gasping. Lazlo kissed Riley tenderly as they said their goodbyes. “You take care of yourself, Riley Monckton, and when you get back to Rio, I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “You will?” She was surprised but delighted. Lazlo nodded, smiling softly.

  “You have enchanted me, Riley. I must see you again.”

  She was still thinking about his words as her group moved into the jungle, deeper and deeper. Distracted, she jumped when Jonty suddenly stopped them with a hiss. For a moment, all Riley could hear was her beating heart. Jonty pulled a small plastic tub out of his backpack and scooped something up from the jungle floor. He stood, triumphant.

  Riley backed off. Jonty had found himself a spider, a Brazilian Wandering Spider, and Riley wanted nothing to do with that, thank you very much. She walked on as the b
oys dawdled behind, studying the arachnid in Jonty’s custody.

  A half hour later, and getting annoyed with them, she stopped. “Jonty, I hope you’re going to release that thing – and nowhere near where we camp tonight, either.”

  “Scared of spiders, Riley?”

  “Not scared,” she lied, “Just respectful. That thing could kill us all, and we don’t have any anti-venom. Grow up.”

  Jonty flushed but nodded. “Will do.”

  Another two hours into the jungle and they’d found nothing. Riley sighed, shooting her backpack from the shoulders, and rolling them, aching and sore. “Ok, let’s set up camp for tonight.”

  She felt despondent that they hadn’t even come across scat or anything that could signify the jaguar’s presence. They only had a limited time here, and she was already irritated with her team. Only Derek seemed to be engaged with the actual mission - the other three were treating it like some kind of wild spring break with ‘like, creatures, dude.’ She couldn’t believe these clowns thought they could gain a Doctorate. If Riley heard one more ‘Woah, bruh’ from Charlie or Paul, she might just beat them to death with her torch.

  Jonty was a different kettle of fish entirely. There was something about him she didn’t trust, and she wished she’d listened to her gut at the beginning of the trip and left him behind. Plus, his body odor was going from objectionable to ‘bio-hazard’ now, and she was glad she didn’t share a tent with him.

  She crawled into her sleeping bag that night, utterly exhausted, but smiling at the memory of the previous night. Lazlo Patron…if he was playing her, she might just be okay with it. The sex was definitely, definitely worth it. She fell asleep thinking about the way he kissed her, the sound of his low, sensual voice, the way his cock felt buried inside her.

  The roar was close. Riley’s eyes flew open as she sat up, straining to hear it again. The Jaguar roared again, and her heart started to beat. Yes, it was close – not in the camp – but somewhere outside it. She grabbed her night vision glasses and clambered as quietly as she could out her tent, cursing the zipper noise. Outside the heat had only dissipated a little, and the sounds of the jungle were all around, echoing in the blackness. She searched the darkest corners with her night vision glasses and saw nothing. She heard the roar again, much further away now, but she felt exhilarated. She wanted to tell someone, but there was no movement from the other two tents. She shook her head. Losers.