Never Trust a Rockstar

by Sarah Darlington

  Then he tugged his shirt off in a single motion, tossing it aside. I’d seen a lot of his naked chest lately. Anytime he worked on renovations at the Kill Devil Hills house, he’d walked around shirtless. Every time I saw him, the hard lines of his chest and the metal barbell that ran through the middle of one of his nipples, it made me want to take another shower that day. He didn’t know I knew, but he’d bought that house. He’d bought that house to be closer to me. It proved, just like he’d said out in the garage, that he planned to make me his wife one day.

  Caleb tugged his jeans down, kicking them off with his shoes. He stood before me in only a pair of black boxer briefs. I bit down on my bottom lip. I’d never tire of seeing him like this. And then—he pushed them down as well, letting his erection spring free. He ran his hand up and down his length as he stood over me, staring at me.

  I raised my arms above my head, squirming under his lustful gaze.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  I nodded. I was so damn ready for this. “Yes, I’m ready.”

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  CALEB

  Sinking into Emma was my heaven. I’d never been more content in my life. I moved on to top, positioning my cock, slowly pushing inside her. She was tight and wet, but it was her big blue eyes on mine that had my heart flapping around in my chest.

  “Am I hurting you?” I whispered.

  She shook her head.

  “You’re a good liar.”

  “I’m fine. Don’t stop.

  Yeah, I wasn’t ever going to stop. I moved slower though—as slow as I could manage. Until something in me broke. I couldn’t hold back. I let the lust I felt in the moment and my love for her overwhelm me. I pulled out only to thrust into her—deeper, harder, faster. It only took a moment for her breathing to change. Soft, little moans escaped her mouth. My sweet Emma liked it rough.

  I pushed at her thighs, spreading her open wider, giving her everything I could. “I love you,” I said as I kissed her mouth. I breathed her in, keeping my rhythm, memorizing a moment I knew I would never forget. I was lost before I found her. Now I was home.

  Only, all of this was too good, too much. I was going to finish too soon.

  I pulled out.

  “What?” she cried in a protest.

  I only grunted, moving to press my mouth to the warm spot between her thighs. I swirled my tongue over her hot flesh, taking special care of her tiny, little, perfect clit. She had to be feeling tender. I’d just fucked her hard and raw, when I don’t know if she was ready for me at my greediest. I’d have to work up to more in the next few days.

  “Caleb,” she cried, pulling on my hair. Fuck, I liked when she did that. “Caleb!” So I moved faster with my tongue, harder against her, even as her body bucked and one hell of an orgasm hit my girl.

  Shit, I was going to come.

  My balls felt like they were in my throat. I knew I was about to explode. I moved then. I shoved back inside her, and finally I let go, filling her warmth with all of me. It was pure fucking bliss, coming inside her walls, coming with her.

  Yep, I saw fucking stars.

  I saw my whole life flash before my eyes. I was going to marry this girl one day. My sweet, beautiful Emma.

  THE END

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  ~ CHAPTER 1 ~

  DANI

  This was how all murder cases started. That was for damn sure. Stranded at a spooky gas station. On a cold November night. With a heavy fog rolling in.

  I was with my three cousins—Luke, Caleb, and Ollie. The only reason I was in North Carolina in the first place was because Caleb had fallen in love, and to help him in pursuit of that love, I’d booked us a giant beach house so he could be in close proximity to this girl. We’d postponed our concert schedule for this little detour in his life. And, right about now, I regretted my decision to be one-hundred percent supportive.

  It was too foggy to drive the twenty-some miles off-road, through the sand back to our isolated rental. So, fan-fucking-tastic, we were all going to stay at some John guy’s house.

  “How much further?” I asked, squished between Ollie and Luke in the backseat of the Hummer we’d rented for this ‘vacation’.

  “About fifty yards,” answered Luce, the woman driving us. “It’s right there.”

  Caleb’s girl was Emma. Luce was Emma’s aunt. They’d come to our rescue and were taking us to this John person’s house.

  Shit. I saw it. The house.

  As the drummer of the world-famous band, Sunset Revival, I was pretty accustomed to the finer things in life. Well, this house was one of those finer things. We’d traveled inland some, and from what I could tell through the dark fog, the massive house sat on a pond of sorts. We crossed a small wooden bridge as Luce drove closer.

  The house was yellow, it had five chimneys, and a dramatically slanted roof. Unlike other houses around here, built on stilts to prevent flooding of the bottom floor to withstand hurricanes, this one didn’t follow the same rules. It sat level with the grass.

  “If it were daylight, you could see the Currituck lighthouse. Right there.” Luce pointed out the car window at nothing but blackness. But then, sure enough, a second later, a light like a beacon blinked through the trees. I guess the lighthouse still worked.

  Luce stopped the Hummer just outside the front doors to this giant house.

  We all piled out of the car. I had an image of John formulating in my mind.

  Preppy. Boat shoes. Polo shirt.

  I’d met his younger sister earlier tonight at the party we’d attended. I couldn’t remember her name, but she’d been blonde—pretty but generic. The type of girl who would have tormented me in high school, but now, since I was a famous rockstar and all, only wished she could be me. So I figured he’d fall in line with her.

  But, holy shit, the John in my head wasn’t the John who opened the door.

  The door to this man’s massive house swung open and on the other side, shirtless, were the most tattoos I’d ever seen on one naked chest. He had more dark ink than white skin. It even went up his neck, to the edges of his jawline. He had short jet-black hair, blue eyes, and more piercings than most girls.

  I squealed in surprise. Like literally some animal noise came out of my mouth.

  John stared at me. Nobody else—me. Embarrassment engulfed me. I hadn’t meant to be rude. His icy blue eyes dared me to say something negative. But on the contrary, I didn’t necessarily hate all his ink. It had only been a shock.

  “Sorry,” I quickly apologized. “I expected some frat-boy type in boat shoes to answer the door. I mean, judging by the exterior of the house.”

  John continued to glare.

  “I’m Dani Mills.” I reached out my hand to shake his. “These are my cousins. Luke, Caleb, and Ollie. Thanks for letting us crash here tonight.”

  John took my hand, his long fingers warm to the touch, but he still stared at me with apprehension, like I was a snake that might bite him.

  “Your house is fucking awesome,” I added, still trying to cover up for being an asshole a moment ago. “Can we come in?”

  “Sure.” John dropped my hand and stepped aside.

  “It’s different than other rentals you see around here.”

  “That’s because it’s about fifty years older. It was one of the first big houses in Corolla. My grandfather designed it himself.”

  A grand staircase that split to the left and right adorned the entrance. The decor had a mid-century modern vibe, which seemed to fit John
and his ink.

  “So, my bedroom is on the very top level,” John explained with his arms crossed over the dragon in the middle of his chest. “Don’t go up there. Sydney’s old room is the one with all the black and white artwork. Luce can sleep in that room. Don’t go in the garage. The cars are antiques. Otherwise, help yourselves. Luce can show you around. Goodnight.”

  That was it. The end of his hospitality. He left us and started marching up the stairs. I watched him go, enjoying the view. At the top he glanced back one last time. Our eyes connected. A heat sparked through me. And I swear to God, it felt mutual.

  Interesting.

  “Why do I feel like I’m in a horror movie?” Ollie stated once John was out of earshot.

  “Because you probably are,” I muttered. My eyes were still on the space that John had previously occupied.

  “Guys. This is perfect,” Caleb said to us. “It was either this or sleeping in the Hummer at the gas station. The gas station was the horror movie.”

  “If you say so,” Ollie added in a snide voice. “Is the fridge off limits?”

  He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening. I was scheming.

  Here’s the deal—I liked sex with strangers. It was kind of my thing. The ‘no-strings-attached, one-and-done, love-them-leave-them’—that was me. I wasn’t into second helpings. I wasn’t into commitments.

  In the months we were on road, jumping from city to city, it made for the perfect opportunity to indulge in the kind of sex I liked.

  But since we’d arrived at this Godforsaken beach town, I’d been cooped up with my cousins. I was going stir crazy. I’d gone to the bonfire party tonight with Caleb, hoping I’d find someone decent to play with. All I’d found were taken men and duds. So here I was, in this tattooed mystery man’s house, feeling like fate had put him in front of me.

  I made polite conversation with Caleb and Emma, before excusing myself, saying I was off to bed.

  But fuck that.

  I marched up the stairs. Off to find John’s bed.

  ~ CHAPTER 2 ~

  JOHN

  I hated having people in my house. I hated entertaining. I hated making conversation.

  I kept people at arm’s length. Luce and I were ‘friends’—friends in the sense that I’d done the hibiscus tattoo that adorned her neck, and a set of scales that covered one of her hips. But besides that, we weren’t really friends.

  My sister Sydney was close with her niece Emma, which was the only reason I’d let this group into my house tonight. They could stay one night only. Tomorrow, if they didn’t leave on their own, and early, I’d kick them out.

  This wasn’t a hotel.

  I padded across my room, opened the fridge, and pulled out the pitcher of filtered water. Grabbing a glass from the sink, I filled it. Yes, I had a mini kitchen in my room. In a sense, this was my house within my house. I also had a place above Kill Devil Ink, my tattoo shop, further down south in the Outer Banks. When I had days off, I always came here. Because I liked my solitude.

  Don’t fuck with my solitude.

  I heard a small knock on my door. It made me groan. Because, damn it, I thought I’d made it clear I didn’t want to be disturbed.

  Setting my drink on the counter, I moved for the door. I had an idea of who it might be. The chocolate-haired girl. Something about the way her chestnut eyes had stared at me, led me to believe she’d want more from me. That girl had trouble written all over her ink-free skin. I never messed with trouble.

  “What?” I said as a yanked open my door.

  It was her.

  She had her hair pulled up high on top of her head, little pieces purposely falling around her face. Fresh, young, wild—in a tight little skirt and a fringe, black leather jacket. Both fit her small frame so perfectly they must have been specially made for her body.

  “What?” I repeated.

  “Can I come in?”

  She had a rasp to her voice. I might have liked it if I liked people.

  “Can I help you with something?”

  “Yes, you can. You can let me into your room.”

  I didn’t know what made me do it, but I opened the door wider and allowed her in. She walked into my space, the first woman to ever set foot in this room. Her eyes were on my shit, inspecting it. Then she saw my record collection, and that particularly interested her. She started perusing, as if this was the CD section at fucking Walmart.

  By this point, my pulse quickened. “Can I help you find something?” I tried.

  “You have good choice in music. I’m surprised.”

  What did she know about music? “And?”

  “And,” she continued. She looked at me full-force now. I’d given up dating years ago, but even then, a girl like her would never have gone for a guy like me. She was miles out of my league. Maybe in my high school days, in my boat-shoe wearing days as she’d so perceptively inferred from my home’s exterior, a girl like her would have noticed me.

  “I’m bored,” she said. “And you don’t look boring.” She briefly narrowed her eyes. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

  “No.” I don’t know why I was obliging her by answering. “And I don’t want one.”

  The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her small, rather pouty, mouth. “I’m not offering. But I’d really like to fuck you. Right now. In this room. No strings attached. You don’t have to call me tomorrow. I don’t want you to. Just hard, rough, sex.”

  My jaw dropped open. Wow. Holy shit. I’d pegged her as bold, but not that bold. And to my dismay, my traitorous cock flinched at her offer.

  I took a small step in her direction. “I’m not a story to tell your girlfriends when you return back to wherever it is you came from.”

  She sighed. Then she inched off her black jacket, revealing a lacy tank-top underneath. “I don’t have girlfriends. And I don’t tell stories.” She folded the leather, setting it on my bed beside her.

  No strings. One night. This beautiful woman. I was considering it.

  “Yes or no, John?”

  I was taking too long to answer her, too long to tell her to get the fuck out of my room. My mind seemed centered on the fact that—she knew my name. And I liked it.

  I locked my fingers behind my head, allowing my eyes to run down and then up over her body. The curve of her tits against the lace edge of that tank top had my throat dry.

  She made a noise, almost like a growl, and she unbuttoned the top button on her tight jean skirt. Her hands rested on the edge, showing off a little sliver of her stomach. Her eyes waited on my answer.

  Jesus. Fuck.

  I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell her no.

  “Take it off,” I said instead. “Take everything off.”

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  ALSO BY SARAH DARLINGTON

  NEVER TRUST Series

  Never Trust a Rockstar

  Never Kiss a Rockstar

  Never Love a Rockstar

  Never Leave a Rockstar

  Kill Devil Hills Series

  Kill Devil Hills

  Changing Tides

  Pulled Under

  Adrift

  Leo Maddox Books

  He Belongs with Me

  Leo Maddox

  Standalones

  But First, Coffee

  Crazy Sexy Notion

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Sarah Darlington was born in Colorado and grew up all over the United States. These days, she calls Virginia home, where she lives with her husband, two kids, and large dog. The best word to describe Sarah is ‘creative.’ She’s passionate about designing, crafting, and photography. But most of all... she loves creating stories through her writing.

  Her romance books are sexy and heart-gripping at their core, guaranteed to make you swoon. Any of them can be read as a stan
d-alone, but all are connected within the same world.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I hope that you enjoyed Caleb and Emma’s book, the first book in my new NEVER TRUST series. I thought when I wrote Adrift three years ago that I was done, that I would move on, but some piece of my heart just couldn’t leave Kill Devil Hills. It meant my decision to create this spinoff series was a very easy one.

  So here we are again. Caleb, Dani, Luke, and Ollie—each already have such a big place in my heart. Thank you for reading this book, for diving back into this world with me. I hope this book, and the other books in the NEVER TRUST series, bring you a lot of enjoyment.

  On that note, I want to thank my readers. Your love and support is so appreciated. It was the encouraging words of a few kind readers this past year at Romancing the Falls and Rockin’ Romance Readers in Gettysburg… that gave me that extra push I needed to get these books out of my brain and onto paper. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

  Krystal and Amy. You’re my writing support team. And I thank you, once again, for being there with me each step of the way!

  NEVER TRUST A ROCKSTAR Playlist

  Here are some of the songs from the Never Trust a Rockstar playlist. You can find the complete playlist on Spotify here.