Rocked with Passion (A New Adult Rockstar Novel)

by Lacroix, Lila

  “Well, now you’re going to get a private concert. Tomorrow night, come with us to dress rehearsal and then afterwards will head off to our secret rendezvous.”

  For the next 24 hours, I couldn’t think about anything except the weekend. I was practically giddy with excitement. We’re really going to go? Honestly, that part didn’t really matter to me. All that mattered to me was that for a whole weekend, for two whole days, I was going to have Jonathan Knight all to myself. It didn’t feel like I’d had an opportunity like this in months. Since we got back together everything had been so hectic that sure, we’d sometimes get to spend the night together, but that was about it. Our days were 100% work, and often spent apart.

  The next day, as fall began to set in and the sun set earlier, I went with the band to the Stadium where they were doing their dress rehearsal. It was their first dress rehearsal for the tour, although they’d spent a lot of the time the past few weeks practicing bits and pieces of it.

  I stayed backstage for a while, watching in awe as hundreds of people came together to make this work. I didn’t realize just how many people were involved in making a stage production of this size until that very moment. All through my youth whenever I go to concerts I’d completely taken for granted the fact that there were this many people working behind the scenes to make it all look amazing. Finally, ten minutes before the band was scheduled to take the stage, I left the backstage area and went to the floor, sitting down on the ground only feet away from the stage that I knew in a few minutes would explode with music.

  It was strange, being in the stadium. I called out once and my voice echoed across the Stadium. Tens of thousands of people would be in the Stadium in a few weeks, all waiting for Jonathan Knight to come out and sing his songs, just like I was doing tonight. And yet now, I was completely alone, about to get a private concert.

  Out of the middle of nowhere, the music suddenly started. The band went from 0 to 100 in no time at all. Before I knew what was going on, fireworks and lights flashing everywhere filled my eyes. The noise from the guitar, the drums, and everything else filled my ears. I looked at the stage in awe as Eric and Jared started to play, but there was no sign of Jonathan.

  Then, the stage filled with smoke. A giant capsule began to pop out from the ground, like a giant cocoon, and when the walls of it fell to the ground Jonathan was there. Microphone in his hand, he brought it to his mouth and began to sing.

  For the next two hours, I was completely and totally enthralled. I knew Jonathan could sing, but it was still nothing like seeing him in concert, seeing the passion with which he sang the lyrics which he had so carefully penned. His voice was his instrument, every note perfect. He could use his voice like no one else that I’ve ever known. With just the slightest inflection he could completely change the tone of a song, bring the audience up or down, bring me up or down.

  I don’t think I took my eyes off him for a single second during the set. He was so incredibly talented, his voice so incredibly powerful that I didn’t want this to end. I’d been to a lot of concerts before as a kid, but this was different. Jonathan was different. It was more than just his voice carrying the lyrics across the Stadium. It was his soul. He poured his heart and soul into this performance, and when the band finally finished I stood up clapping as hard as I could. It sounded so quiet compared to what had just been on stage, and yet I knew as Jonathan looked at me, sweat dripping from him with exertion, he realized just how much I loved the performance.

  I immediately went backstage afterwards and told Jonathan exactly what I thought.

  “You were amazing. Absolutely incredible, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want it to end.”

  “Well, if it didn’t and we would get to go on our get away this weekend,” Jonathan grinned.

  “I know, but you were just so good.”

  “Thank you Sara, it means a lot to hear that from you.”

  An hour later, when Jonathan had changed completely, we were driven to the airport.

  “Where are we going?” I asked again, knowing that I still wasn’t going to get a response. Sure enough, as a reply, Jonathan just grinned and said “You’ll see.”

  Luckily, late-night on a Friday isn’t exactly prime time for airplanes, so there were only one or two paparazzi waiting around to see if any celebrities were going anywhere. We quickly grabbed her tickets, where I found out our destination: Cancun, Mexico.

  “I’ve always wanted to go to Mexico” I gasped, realizing that we were going to go to a foreign country.

  “It’s really beautiful, you’ll love it” Jonathan replied. We sped through security, finally safe from the paparazzi’s lenses. Jonathan took me to the business lounge, where we had a celebratory drink together in the plush leather seats before our flight was finally called.

  Three hours later, we landed in Puerto Vallarta, where Jonathan already had a driver waiting to take us to our resort. When I saw the place Jonathan had booked us into, I gasped. We were right on the water, with a private cabin that was more luxurious than most houses I’d been in.

  The living room was enormous, the entire place decorated in a tropical style, complete with all the latest electronics. The bedroom was amazing, with an enormous King bed, fourposter style with lovely mesh draping down over the sides. The bedroom opened on to our own private little part of the beach, where we could follow a trail into the water.

  “This is incredible” I gasped as I looked around. This was luxurious unlike any I’d ever seen before, even if Jonathan’s regular place. I was used to cheap hotels with mold in the shower, and if I was lucky, a vaguely comfortable bed that looks like the sheets had been washed sometime in the last month. This was a whole new level of luxury, the type of luxury that I thought only existed in movies.

  “I’m glad you like it” Jonathan told me. The sun had set now, so we couldn’t see the water, but it didn’t matter. I could hear the waves of the ocean pounding softly against the sand as Jonathan’s hands found my body. They slipped themselves around my hips as if it were the most natural thing in the world as his mouth found mine.

  A soft, warm breeze crept in through the open window, sweeping my hair back as Jonathan kissed me, his tongue slipping slowly inside my mouth. I moaned with pleasure as his hands roamed around my body, around the curvature of my ass, up my back, towards my neck. His fingers settled on the strap of the halter top I wore, then with one quick, sudden movement slid it off me and to the ground. I was completely topless, the bra in the top built in. My nipples hardened as the night air hit them, but just as quickly I felt Jonathan’s mouth move down to one of them, his tongue tweaking the nub, driving me wild with pleasure.

  The smallest of moans escaped my lips as I grabbed Jonathan’s hair, throwing my head back to enjoy the sensations I was feeling. His hands moved down to my skirt, sliding it over my hips then down my legs ever so slowly before dropping to the ground. I stepped out of the flip flops I was wearing and found myself completely naked.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I ripped Jonathan’s clothes off him like it was life or death. I wanted him, right here, right now. I could feel his hardness pressing against me before, and sure enough as I unzipped his pants and allowed his shaft to spring free, I knew he was just as turned on as I was.

  With a quick motion, Jonathan grabbed me and hoisted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as I let out a squeal. I grabbed his shoulders and pressed myself close to him as Jonathan suddenly carried me outside, towards the beach.

  “What if someone sees us?” I whispered, looking around in the dark.

  “Don’t worry, they’re serious about their privacy here” Jonathan replied as he carried me into the water. I let out a small squeal as the first drops touched my leg. Even this late at night the water was warm, definitely warm enough to swim in, and as Jonathan carried me further and further into the surf I was only more turned on. Finally, when he reached about my chest height, Jonathan let me go and I fell into the waves,
the water overtaking my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the floating sensation for a moment before coming back up for air. I barely grabbed my breath before Jonathan’s mouth was on mine once more, this time with the tangy salt water taste on his lips.

  It was so dark, literally the only thing we could see was each other, and the soft light from our cabin letting us know how to get back to shore. We kissed passionately, Jonathan’s fingers exploring every little fold of my body. Fire coursed through my veins, my passion only ignited by our late night skinny dip. My breasts were just above the water line as Jonathan and I pulled apart for a second, looking at only each other in an endless ocean.

  “I love you” Jonathan told me.

  “I love you too” I replied, and seconds later we were all over each other again.

  “I want to take you, I want to make love to you right now” Jonathan told me, leading me back towards the shore. We ran back across the beach, the breeze drying our wet bodies as we laughed, practically running back to the cabin. Jonathan grabbed me and lay me down softly on the bed, sitting next to me and tracing the contours of my body softly. His touch, like velvet, was driving me wild. From time to time a drop of water from his wet hair would land on me.

  “Mmmm I want you to do me, right now” I told Jonathan, and he smiled and complied.

  “Whatever you say, my love.”

  Jonathan climbed on top of me then, resting in between my legs. I was soaking wet, completely soaking wet, despite the water having washed away most of the initial juices of my sex. Jonathan rubbed his hardness in my juices, then with a single long, solid stroke, slid deep inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion, as my walls stretched to accommodate him.

  He started off slowly, so slowly sliding in and out of me, every stroke longer and slower than the last. Small moans of pleasure escaped my lips as Jonathan made sure I felt every tiny movement of his shaft. He knew exactly how to move it inside of me, exactly where to hit to make me moan and writhe with pleasure underneath him.

  “Ohhhh my God!” I cried out, my body wanting nothing more than for Jonathan to pick up the pace, to ravage me completely. But no, he took his time, tantalizingly slowly bringing me to the edge of pleasure, to the edge of release which I craved so much. It was like a slow burning candle rather than a fiery explosion, but the flame was still there. Fire still coursed through my body, running through my bones.

  My cries filled the room, mingling in with the sound of the ocean as Jonathan brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, my body exploded with pleasure, wave after wave of pure bliss washing over me. It had been such a slow buildup, Jonathan slowly, ever so slowly bringing me to this tipping point that when the orgasm finally came, it overwhelmed me completely. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body desperate for more, always more.

  The orgasm passed eventually, and as I came back down to earth, Jonathan began to pick up the pace. I almost immediately felt myself getting turned on again, my body reacting to Jonathan’s touch even though I’d just been so immensely satisfied. That familiar pressure began to build up inside of me again. I wanted more.

  More was exactly what Jonathan gave me. This time, his thrusts were passionate, hard and fast. He grabbed my hair and leaned down to kiss me with a ferocity, a passion that was matched by the movements of his shaft beneath me. This was bliss, this was ecstasy. This was exactly what I wanted from him.

  I could feel my body wanting to come once more. The fiery passion inside of me grew until I truly could take no more.

  “I’m going to come!” I exclaimed, not able to hold it back any longer, not wanting to hold anything back.

  “Me too” Jonathan grunted, and we came together, in perfect unison, clutching at each other’s bodies while we came. Our cries of pleasure mingled as we held each other, Jonathan shooting his hot seed deep inside of me while the walls of my sex clenched over him.

  When we finished, we lay together on the bed, both of us breathing heavily from the exertion. I couldn’t think about anything. My brain was completely empty, not thinking about anything, the last rhythms of pleasure slowly running through me.

  “That was amazing” I muttered.

  “It was. And just think, we’ve still got two more days here” Jonathan replied with a grin. A few minutes later he got up and began to kiss me once more, and I knew this was going to be the best weekend ever.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sadly, when I woke up on Sunday morning after a day of incredible sex, beach, drinks with umbrellas in them and relaxation, I knew we were eventually going to have to go back to Los Angeles. I knew that this amazing weekend had to end. Our flight was at 9 o’clock that night, landing back in LA after midnight. For one last day, however, I had Jonathan all to myself before we went on the world tour. I was going to enjoy this as much as I could.

  We woke up, ordering room service and having a delicious breakfast brought to us, which we ate without even getting out of bed. We left the doors and windows to the captain open, and the breeze rolled into the room, the soft aroma of seawater wafting into our nostrils. Outside, birds cried, the waves lapped against the shore and the sun’s rays filtered through the room. This was absolute perfection.

  When we finished breakfast, Jonathan and I got up, showering together in the most luxurious marble shower I could have dreamed of. We went out, still naked and lounged in the chairs by the beach, knowing the fences on either side of our cabin assured our privacy. Jonathan assured me that this was one of the most expensive places in the city, that it was frequently occupied by various celebrities, and that as a result the management were very serious about their security. We lay in the sun together, Jonathan occasionally making us drinks, and we spoke about absolutely nothing at all. It was incredible.

  A few hours later, I found out that Jonathan ordered a massage therapist to come to our room, where we underwent luxurious hot stone massages overlooking the beach. I really wasn’t sure this day could get any better until that afternoon, when Jonathan had yet another surprise planned for me. We went to the other side of the resort, the side which had the reception area and most of the common buildings. One of the managers immediately recognized Jonathan and let him over with me to a stable, where a fleet of lovely horses were waiting.

  “I remember you used to take horseback riding lessons when you were a little girl” Jonathan said. “I hope you still remember how to ride.”

  Jonathan was right of course. I had loved going on horseback rides, and I hadn’t had the chance to do it in years. I chose a beautiful white mare named Blanca while Jonathan hopped onto a light brown mare named Zapato, since apparently he liked to chew on shoes when he was a pony.

  “We can take these along the beach for a few hours, then were going to have buffet by the sea before we have to head back.”

  “I can’t believe this is happening. This is hands down one of the best moments of my life.”

  For the next three hours Jonathan and I letter horses along the beach, sometimes wondering into the cool water, splashing each other and generally having more fun than I could have dreamed of. I couldn’t believe Jonathan was doing this for me. It was so nice of him, so thoughtful. When the sun just began to set we headed back to the stables and dropped off our horses before walking over to a bonfire on the beach where one of the resorts chefs was preparing a buffet for us, made with the freshest of seafood caught that day. We drank champagne, to which we toasted that weekend and us.

  “Sara, I’ve been thinking about this for a bit now. I love you, more than anything in the world. I love you so much and I would do anything for you. After that scare we had with Miranda and all that, I realized that I didn’t want to lose you again, ever.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “That’s why want to ask you Sara, will you marry me?”

  My eyes widened as I stared at the enormous emerald cut diamond set in gold in the box. It was surrounded by three others small princess cut diamonds, and glittered in the firelight. The word
s were out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think about them, but I knew I didn’t have to.

  “Yes, yes, oh my God yes, of course I’ll marry you” I exclaimed, my voice getting higher and higher pitched. Jonathan breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Oh thank you! I’m so glad” he exclaimed as he slipped the ring onto my finger. I held my hand away from me and admired the new jewelry I now wore. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful, but I knew that it didn’t matter what the ring looked like. I would’ve worn and onion ring if it meant getting to marry Jonathan Knight. My heart swelled as I realized that I was engaged to the man that I loved. We were engaged to be married, we were going to be together forever.

  Never in a million years had I imagined that things were going to be like this between us. I mean, I had always hoped that Jonathan and I would be together forever, but I always knew in reality that it was unrealistic. Ever since I was fifteen, I had convinced myself that Jonathan Knight and I could not be. And yet, here we were now, engaged to be married. I was going to have my fantasy wedding, I was going to marry the man of my dreams, and I knew that we were going to be happy forever.

  We celebrated with more champagne, before finally having to pack up and go back to Los Angeles. This had been hands-down the best weekend of my life. Everything for the next week felt like a whirlwind. Everyone from my life in Ohio called me up to congratulate me, especially Sally, and that the same time as we were dealing with all that he still had to get ready for the tour. I was so happy, I gave up the lease on my apartment and moved in with Jonathan almost immediately. After all, what was the point of leaving an empty apartment while we were on tour, especially since I was just going to move out of it as soon as we got back anyway?

  I couldn’t believe it. I think it took about a month before it really sunk in that I was engaged to the man of my dreams. It was funny to think that I had come so close to losing Jonathan, so very close to finding myself alone forever, and yet now here we were. Happier than ever, I knew that there was nothing that could ever tear Jonathan and I part. We were going to be together forever.