My Rockstar's Secret Baby
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My Rockstar’s Secret Baby
This is Book 19 in the His Secret Baby series,
which are based on a theme and can be read alone
but are fun to binge-read altogether!
Copyright © 2021 Jamie Knight Romance
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Book 1: My Father’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 2: My Dad’s Rival’s Secret Baby
Book 3: My Professor’s Secret Baby
Book 4: Single Mom’s Secret Baby
Book 5: My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 6: My Doctor’s Secret Baby
Book 7: My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby
Book 8: My Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 9: My Billionaire Ex’s Secret Baby
Book 10: My Fake Fiancé’s Secret Baby
Book 11: My Ex-Boyfriend’s Secret Baby
Book 12: My Brother-In-Law’s Secret Baby
Book 13: My Client’s Secret Baby
Book 14: My Mentor’s Secret Baby
Book 15: My Best Friend’s Secret Baby
Book 16: My Bad Boy Boss’s Secret Baby
Book 17: My Secret Santa’s Secret Baby
Book 18: My Billionaire Boss’s Secret Baby
Book 19: My Rockstar’s Secret Baby
These listed books are those that have been published at the time this book was published but there are always being more added to the series.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One - Stephanie
Chapter Two - Stephanie
Chapter Three - Ragnar
Chapter Four - Stephanie
Chapter Five - Stephanie
Chapter Six - Ragnar
Chapter Seven - Stephanie
Chapter Eight - Ragnar
Chapter Nine - Stephanie
Chapter Ten - Stephanie
Chapter Eleven - Ragnar
Chapter Twelve - Stephanie
Chapter Thirteen - Ragnar
Epilogue - Stephanie
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Chapter One - Stephanie
No one noticed me hurrying my way out of the office.
During the entire time that I zipped down the hall and then onto the elevator, not a head popped up from behind the acres of cloth and metal that constituted the cubicle farm. (It had been cheaper, at the beginning, to get an ‘open concept’ space. Only the executives got windows or doors. Mine had a view of the bay.)
I reached the ground floor and hurried for my car. The garment bag already hung in the back, the protruding hook slung over the emergency bar right behind the driver’s seat, so it wouldn’t obstruct my vision while driving.
I still had fifteen minutes, and I knew I could make it. At least, I’d better make it; my little sister was getting married, and come hell or high water, I would be there to celebrate with her.
I arrived with plenty of time, snatched the garment bag out of the back, and rushed to the bathroom. It was somehow colder inside than outside, the gray cinder blocks doing a bang-up job of keeping all the warmth out there.
As far as park bathrooms went, it was one of the worst I’d ever seen, but to be fair, it was built in the 90s when efficiency was the thing, psychological welfare be damned. Then again, it was either use this dirty bathroom or strip down in front of my family and friends, and I knew which I preferred.
Decked out in my maid-of-honor finery, I hauled ass to the bridal tent, matching heels held in my hand for better movement on the soft grass.
When I stepped inside, the sight that met me took my breath away.
“Oh, wow!”
“Thanks,” Jonna gushed.
I’d gotten so used to her being my baby sister, I barely noticed that she’d grown up, but by golly, had she ever. She had a baby of her own now, and a very soon-to-be husband, and she looked radiant, glowing with the love she reflected.
Confident, but still holding my hand, Jonna went to meet her destiny.
“You got this,” I whispered.
She was shaking with excitement, and probably a bit of nerves. It was a big step, to be sure, but I had her back, and I knew she was ready.
The music started up, and I walked a few paces ahead of her, keeping well apace, until I was up at the altar. After a few more moments, along with some “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd, she was safely beside her man. There was a pang in my chest.
We didn’t see each other every day or anything, but it was going to be even less after she was married. It was time for me to try and let go as well. That was just the way things were—
everyone had to grow up and find their own path.
And at least she was in good hands. Despite my initial misgivings, Seth turned out to be a wonderful guy. Definitely very unlike the majority of the heavy metal types he surrounded himself with, all long hair and attitude.
He had been in a band once too, of course, but had left that behind years ago. If anything, he was a businessman in his adulthood. Even our Mom and Dad approved of him, despite the age difference between him and Jonna.
I stuck to the sidelines during the reception. Mom and Dad were mingling, and I wanted to leave Jonna and Seth to themselves and little Casey. They really were a beautiful little family.
The raging monster of envy raised its ugly head inside me, only to be pounded back down again with the mighty hammer of maturity.
It was fine; I was used to being alone. My last relationship had been months before, and had ended in spectacular fashion. As much as my heart, as well as other parts, drew me to it, I was not looking for love.
I will never love a man, because love and pain go hand in hand.
I shook my head to excise the Laura Marling song lyrics from it, and drained a flute of champagne, looking for something to do.
I was wandering aimlessly, looking around, and wasn’t paying particular attention to where I was going. Which is why it was such a shock when I collided with something and fell flat on my ass.
It was a wall. Or very near one, anyway. I never knew backs could be so solid. Especially not ones that could fit into tuxedos so nicely.
“I’m sorry, are you alright?” asked the owner of the back I had just run into.
He certainly didn’t look like a metal type. Clean-shaven, short blond hair, sky blue eyes, and the physique of a god.
“I-I, um, yes, I think so.”
I nearly slapped myself. Yes, he was handsome, transcendently, divinely handsome, but that was no reason to make a fool of myself. I had a reputation to uphold.
“May I assist?”
He might as well have been a giant, offering down a helping hand from the clouds. I accepted without hesitation; the deity made flesh almost levitating me to my feet. His other hand touched my hip as he helped to steady me, which caused my panties to flood themselves with lust.
“Thank you,” I managed, without stammering.
“I doubt anyone would notice,” he said, his light foreign accent registering for the first time.
“Notice what?”
“If you took your shoes off. They seem to be causing you bother.”
Stealing a quick glance around, I slipped off the heels, letting the hem of the dress fall back around my ankles. He was right, no one would notice and so what if they did?
It was a spring wedding, after all. If anything, I was on theme. A slow grin spread over my face as my aching feet felt a wave of relief.
“Better?”
“Much, Mr.-
I’m sorry; what is your name?”
“I am called Ragnar. Ragnar Karlssen.”
“That’s funny, I have a cousin named Ragnar,” I blurted.
“Are you Norwegian?”
“Swedish, originally, I mean. Third generation. I’m Stephanie, Stephanie Morris.”
“They call you Stephanie?”
He rose an eyebrow at me.
And I mean, understandably, Jonna’s name definitely reflected our heritage, so “Stephanie” did seem to sort of come out of nowhere.
“Well, technically it’s my middle name,” I admitted, making a face. “But I’ve always gone by it.”
“What’s your first name?” he asked curiously.
I grimaced. My first name wasn’t exactly common knowledge, but he seemed so genuine and interested that I decided to share.
“It’s actually Olga,” I admitted.
He smiled a little.
“I have to admit, you don’t exactly look like an Olga,” he says.
“Don’t feel like one, either,” I replied with a laugh. I’d always hated that name. “Hence why I go by my middle name! So, what does Ragnar mean?”
“Army council.”
“Are you a general?” I teased.
“In a manner of speaking. You could say I keep the troops marching in time.”
I turned his words over in my head, searching for an angle by which to better understand them. He was certainly cryptic, as well as tall and handsome. The only thing missing was dark, and he would be the stuff of fortune-telling predictions.
Some of his oddities could no doubt be chalked up to cultural difference. He didn’t seem fresh-off-the-boat but he also didn’t seem like he had arrived all that long ago.
Was he one of Seth’s relatives?
Or could he possibly be one of mine?
I didn’t think we had any Norwegian blood, but anything was possible.
“We aren’t related, are we?” I blurted out.
“No, I’ve seen the family tree, and there’s not a Morris on it.”
“My mother’s maiden name is Erikssen,” I offered.
“No, none of them either. Why do you ask?”
The heat migrated from my pussy to my cheeks as I blushed furiously.
Had I basically just told a stranger I wanted to jump his bones?
In a round-about way, maybe, though it still really wasn’t like me.
“Would you like to go for a drink?” he asked me.
“They have drinks here,” I replied, pretending I didn’t know what he meant, to try to make up for my bluntness just a moment ago.
“I mean, after, like a date,” he elaborated.
“Oh, sure, though I don’t really drink,” I confessed, still trying to maintain my composure.
Inside I was screaming, he asked me on a date! Hooray!
“Me neither,” Seth said. “Alcohol can be really poisonous to the body and mind and soul. It’s one of the many things I’ve learned from Seth. He’s a great guy.”
“Yeah, he is,” I agreed, glad once again that my sister had found such a wonderful husband.
“I’ve got something to do here, and then we can go wherever you like,” he said.
I was within an inch of blurting ‘my place!’ but I managed to restrain my stampeding hormones. I’d never been so horny, but that was supposedly what happened once one was approaching 30, wasn’t it?
“Okay,” is all I said.
“You can come and watch,” he offered.
My mind swirling with questions, I followed him to the bandstand, where some guests had already gathered. It looked to be set up for a concert, with acoustic guitars of various sorts and at least three different versions of portable drums, from a full-sized set of bongos to one of those percussion boxes drummers use for unplugged sets.
“Seth decided to do something a bit different for his big day,” Ragnar explained, no doubt noticing my expression.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, really. From what I knew of Seth, he was one to march to the beat of his own drummer.
Following Ragnar’s lead, I sat down on the grass, wishing I had a towel or blanket to put down first, let alone a chair. I was never really good with nature, one of the side effects of being a city kid who’d never gone camping.
My idea of roughing it was sleeping on a friend’s couch in a basement apartment. You never knew where bugs might be hiding.
The music wasn’t what I expected once it started up, considering Seth’s job. It was actually quite nice, very melodic. The musicians clearly knew what they were doing. After one band was done, another one got up and started playing something similarly soothing.
“We’re up next,” Ragnar said, getting to his feet, looking like a flag unfurling vertically.
“We?”
“The band.”
Those were two words that changed everything, as well as bringing them into perspective. Particularly when I witnessed Ragnar take up the percussion box and set it up behind his two bandmates.
I braced myself for what might be coming, the experience of the previous bands leaving me on edge for the next.
It was beautiful in a deep, primal way. Like a hymn from the earth, rather than one to it. The three vocalists, including Ragnar, were giving it their all, the lowest tones coming from him. Both in terms of the vocals and the beat he set, which the life-giving pound of my heart soon matched.
“What did you think?” he asked, sitting back down beside me.
“It was really beautiful,” I told him, afraid he’d think I was just saying that because I wanted to hook up with him.
But it was true— I had loved it.
“Where would you like to go?” he asked.
Without a second thought, I blurted out the thought I had had earlier.
“My place.”
“Alright then,” he said, grinning. “I’m down with that idea.”
Chapter Two - Stephanie
The door to my apartment was barely closed before I was pressed up against it. Ragnar must have been as attracted to me as I was to him, his erection pressing up against my pelvis as we made out like hormone-crazed high-schoolers.
Migrating down my neck to my breasts, he took down the front of my dress, then snapped off my bra in one smooth motion. My nipples were rock hard, and not just because of the sudden breeze on them.
“Oh!” I gasped as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, gently playing with the other.
My panties were drenched, and I needed to be touched down there soon, or I was going to go insane. Ragnar seemed to sense this, continuing on his sojourn down my body, taking my dress down along with him.
Before I knew it, I was only in my panties. I should have been embarrassed. Ordinarily I would have been. Nearly naked in front of a guy I’d just met a couple of hours before. I wasn’t a virgin but I also wasn’t one to go for casual sex usually.
Both were fine decisions, don’t get me wrong, I was just somewhere in the middle. I was too horny to care at that point, though, and Ragnar was so gentle that I had the strong sense I could trust him.
And after all, he hadn’t pushed me into this, either. Going to my place had been my suggestion. Had I wanted to go for coffee, I think he would have been happy to do that, too. But I wanted sex, and he was giving it to me.
There was something about him that drove me mad with desire and I was glad we were getting it on.
I started to tremble as he took down my panties. He was gentle but determined.
Caressing his way back up my bare legs, with my back still pressed up against the door, he took my ankles, one by one, and positioned my legs over his shoulders, resting them so that my knees bent naturally over him and my calves touched his back. I braced automatically against the door, but I knew I was perfectly safe.
Ragnar kept his hands firmly on my hips, holding me steady as he buried his face between my thighs, devouring my pussy until I screamed with release and relief.
I wasn’t cl
ose to coming yet but had found the sweet contact I’d needed for so long— since first laying eyes on him, to be honest. It was like he was specially designed by nature to turn me on.
Running my fingers though his hair as he pleasured me, I tried to focus on what was happening with my pussy— the pleasure that I’d been denied, and denied myself, by not having casual sex and not thinking I’d miss it.
How wrong could a person be. I’d missed it desperately and sweet Ragnar was finally giving me what I had so long craved, in a new and inventive way.
He was so tall that my feet, let alone my ass, were nowhere near the ground. My head was up about halfway up the door, near the ceiling, and my feet dangled down near his lower back.
I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming and alerting the neighbors. It wasn’t really their business, but reputations took years to build and seconds to destroy.
Ragnar lifted me from his shoulders, slowly lowering me to his waist, where I clung myself to him, my face buried in the crook of his neck as I recovered, the bonding hormones very much doing their work.
But soon I remembered his poor cock as it pressed against me through his jeans. He had been so patient, pleasuring me first, and I needed to return the favor.
Sliding down off him and sinking to my knees, I pawed desperately at his belt, trying to get it off. My equilibrium was still off from the orgasmic rush, and I wasn’t doing a particularly good job of it.
Ragnar again took over, stripping down to nothing in a flash and letting me see his fantastic body in full.
“Wow!” I wanted to blurt out when my gaze fell on his hard cock.
It was huge. But I managed to keep my surprise to myself.
The heat returned to my cheeks, while still leaving plenty down in my pussy. I felt like a silly schoolgirl seeing her first cock. Though, to be fair, I had never seen a cock quite that big, so my surprise was justified.
Before he could respond, I took him in my mouth as deep as I dared, getting just past the big, throbbing head. I honestly didn’t think suck a cock existed, outside practical jokes and maybe the more niche types of porn. Yet, there it was, in my hands and in my mouth as I sucked him off blissfully.