REFRAIN: A ROCKSTAR ROMANCE

by Anne Mercier

I sigh.

  Linc turns to me. “You know, I think my ribs are good enough to continue the honeymoon tonight.”

  I lift a brow. “Last night was a marathon. I fucking love your stamina.”

  “Mmm,” he hums, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue pushes past my lips and I welcome his with a brush of my own. Just a kiss and I’m instantly hard.

  “Linc,” I murmur, as he kisses along my neck. I sit up and take off my shirt and toe off my Chucks.

  “All of it, baby,” Linc urges.

  I stand and slowly unzip my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I stand before him in nothing but my red boxer briefs. I slip my thumbs into the sides, and push them down, stepping out of them, and walking toward the bed.

  “Fuck, you’re so hard already.”

  “Your turn,” I tell him.

  He doesn’t take his time. He hurries and I chuckle. He gets pissed when his boots are knotted up. “Fuck it,” he says, pulling them off and throwing them on the floor.

  “That was hot.”

  “I’ll give you hot,” he replies, stepping out of his black boxer briefs. He crawls up the bed to where I’m waiting, his cock long and thick. I groan when it touches my belly as he lays next to me. “Ethan.”

  “Mhmm?” My hand drifts down between our bodies and I wrap it around his cock.

  He groans. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “I plan on it.”

  “No, I mean you top.”

  I pause, meeting his gaze. “Why don’t we both top?”

  “My dick is long, but not that long.”

  I laugh. “I mean, you want me to top you, I’ll top you. Then you top me. You don’t come until it’s your turn.”

  He lifts a brow. “Challenging me. I like it… husband.”

  My heart leaps. “Husband.”

  He grips my cock and begins to stroke. I groan and still his hand. “I’m too horny.”

  He smirks, leans over and gets the lube out of the drawer.

  “Here, baby. Give me all of it,” he dares.

  He rolls to his stomach, his ass in the air.

  I squeeze some lube onto my fingers, warming it, before pushing Linc’s cheeks apart and touching his anus. I tap the hole and he groans.

  “No teasing.”

  No teasing? Okay.

  I push a finger inside him, slowly working it in and out. The noises he makes are driving me mad. I slip another finger in with the first and his breath hitches. Then a third and he pushes back into my hand.

  I go to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, washing my hand, then see the inviting picture of my husband bent over, ass waiting for me. His cheeks flushed with arousal, his eyes glossy with desire.

  I put some lube in my hand and fist my dick. Linc groans as he watches.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” I ask. I’m not submissive to him by any means, but he likes the control.

  “Give it to me,” he growls.

  I position my cock at his entrance, the lube easing the way as the head of my dick pops past the rim.

  I pause, panting. I can already feel the urge to come. I am not going to ruin this. I’m going to enjoy this and I’m going to make this amazing for Linc, too.

  He pushes back, forcing my cock deeper into his ass.

  “No topping from the bottom,” I tell him and smack his ass.

  We both still. That’s not something we’ve ever done. We both have our reasons why.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He shakes his head. “It was hot, but let’s experiment with that another time.”

  I nod, and he pushes back again.

  “Damn it, Lincoln,” I curse, gripping his hips and plunging deep into him.

  “Fuck,” he curses, his hips moving against the bed as I fuck his ass.

  “No moving. No coming,” I remind him.

  He grunts. “It feels so good. God damn, Ethan.”

  I keep moving, then reach between his legs and cup his balls.

  “You do that, and I’m going to come right now,” he warns. “Don’t hold back, E. Fuck me like you want to.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You would never,” he says with such trust, it hits my heart.

  I pull his hips up higher and back toward me as I thrust forward, feeling the tingle at the base of my spine, working its way toward my balls.

  “This is going to be much faster than I intended,” I warn.

  “Come, baby,” Linc urges.

  A few minutes later I’m blind with ecstasy, my cum shooting out in heavy, thick, waves, stealing my breath.

  “Jesus,” Linc pants. “It was all I could do not to come right there.”

  I’m panting, sweat dripping. I pull out and wipe him with the wet cloth. I go to the bathroom to wash up, and then it’s my turn to get on all fours. I do it with enthusiasm. I love when my guy loses control.

  “You… you want me from behind, Ethan? I don’t want to…” he trails off.

  “Yes. The nightmares can’t hurt me anymore. I married my daydream,” I tell him honestly.

  “Ethan…” His voice is so husky.

  “Now,” I plead.

  He takes me the exact same way I took him, only as he gets close to his climax, he slows, wrapping his arms around me, covering my back, pulling my torso so I’m upright with him. We move together, his hand wrapping around my dick. I didn’t think I’d be able to come again so quickly, but feeling him everywhere, all over me, surrounding me, I’m so turned on I can barely contain myself.

  “Harder, please,” I beg.

  Linc obliges, thrusting harder, stroking my cock harder.

  He speeds up when we both get close, deeper when we’re on the edge, and then we both let go. This orgasm more intense than the first, and I think it’s because of the intimacy, my giving him every part of me, without fear.

  “Ethan,” he whispers. His arms wrapping tighter around me. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, Lincoln.”

  “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “I know, but there’s no reason why I can’t now. You helped me through all the nightmares, slayed my demons, so they no longer haunt me,” I confess.

  “God,” he groans, his face in my neck.

  We stay that way until his cum starts leaking. “Yeah, it’s time for a shower.”

  He chuckles. “Let’s go.”

  49

  LINC

  “This is some crazy shit,” I say to the guys in the room.

  Joey struts in. “Gentlemen, are you ready to strut your stuff for the cameras?”

  “No,” I tell him, and cuff him upside the head.

  “We’ve had enough damn cameras,” Ethan adds.

  Joey winces. “I suppose that’s true.”

  “There’s no supposing about it,” Jesse tells him.

  Joey looks around.

  I lift a brow. “Looking for someone?”

  Ethan chuckles.

  “Yeah, I’m looking for Styx,” Joey admits.

  “Our sticks are in our pants,” Kennedy teases, grabbing his cock.

  “Dude,” Joey says with a shudder. “You know I ain’t talking about that kinda stick.”

  Kennedy nods. “But it was fun.”

  I elbow Ethan and give him a wink.

  “E, you think maybe Kennedy would wanna join us some night?” I ask.

  Ethan hides his smirk. “I don’t know. Kennedy?”

  I can see Kennedy’s butt cheeks clench. I bust out laughing.

  “From the way his ass squeezed tight, I’d say it’s a solid no,” I tell Ethan, who’s also laughing.

  “You fuckers,” Kennedy mutters. “I thought about it for a second—but only one.”

  “That’s more than I expected,” Ethan tells him.

  Styxzilla walks in. “What’s more than you expected?”

  Ethan smirks. “Kennedy considering a threesome with me and Linc.”

  “The fuck?” Trace
asks, looking at Kennedy.

  Kennedy shrugs. “Never know.”

  “Have I stepped into the Twilight Zone?” Styx asks.

  “There you are, my man,” Joey says loudly, smacking Trace on the shoulder.

  “Guess not,” he says, answering his own question.

  We’re all decked out in our tuxes and make our way downstairs for a drink. Spenser comes flitting in.

  “Let me see those ties,” he demands. We all turn so he can inspect. He straightens a few and completely redoes Jesse’s. “You should know how to do this by now.”

  “That’s why I have you,” Jesse tells Spenser with a wink, and the blond man’s cheeks flush.

  “Don’t you flirt with me, Jesse Kingston. You know it’s more than my heart can handle,” Spenser scolds.

  “Don’t you mean your dick?” Trace corrects.

  Spenser nods. “That too.”

  “How’s it going up there?” I ask.

  “The ladies are nearly ready.” Spenser looks to Summer who’s sitting on the sofa in leggings and a tight t-shirt that shifted up above her baby belly. “You’re a vision. You could go just like that and put so many others to shame.”

  Summer blushes. “I can’t. I’m on bedrest again.”

  “How did you get out here?” Ethan asks.

  “I carried her,” Jace answers, bringing some caramel syrup and handing it to Summer.

  She takes the heated jar and tips it upside down, smothering her vanilla ice cream.

  “Craving?” I ask.

  “Mmm,” she answers, taking a bite.

  “You’d be better off just eating it out of the jar,” I tell her. “No need to pretend for us. We don’t judge.”

  “Really?” she mumbles around her ice cream.

  “Really,” Jesse reassures her.

  “Oh, thank God.” She digs a spoon into the jar and pulls out a heaping spoonful of melted, gooey caramel. She wastes no time putting the spoon in her mouth.

  “There you go. Eat what you want, how you want. You’re carrying a baby in there who’s using all your stuff to grow. You’ve earned the right,” Ethan tells her.

  She sniffles.

  “Aww, hell,” I mutter, looking for the tissues and handing the box to Summer.

  The women come down one by one: Lucy, Sera, Meggie, Simone, and Carmen.

  “Wow,” I mutter.

  Joey looks at me.

  “I may be gay, but I can appreciate a beautiful female when I see one. Don’t be a dick,” I warn. There’s something off about him. I look to Ethan who shrugs, but his brows are furrowed.

  “Jesse?” Ethan asks. He tilts his head to the side, and I follow.

  “What’s up?”

  “I think your brother-in-law is doing drugs, man,” Ethan tells him.

  I nod. “He’s … off. Different. And his pupils are the size of pinpoints.”

  “Fuck. Lucy’s gonna lose her shit. I’ll wait till tomorrow to deal with that clusterfuck,” Jesse says. “Thanks for the head’s up.”

  “I’ll alert Cage,” I tell them. I walk over to where security is standing, including Damian and Ernesto, decked out in tuxes.

  “A minute?” I ask. They all turn to me. “Seems as if Joey’s high, and I don’t think it’s from weed.”

  Cage frowns. “Everyone hear that?”

  They all say yes.

  “Christ. Just what we need,” Damian says.

  “Jesse wants to wait to let Lucy know. He said tomorrow’s soon enough,” I tell him.

  “Yeah, why ruin her night,” Ernesto agrees.

  “All right let’s get a move on,” Damian announces, and everyone files out the door to their designated limo.

  So far, it’s running like clockwork.

  50

  ETHAN

  I’ve been to many concerts, many rock festivals, but I’ve never been to a place where there are so many people glitzed and glamoured up. It suits Lucy, though. She’s dressed in an orangey-salmony colored dress, part of her hair up, part down, and diamonds adorning her ears, neck, fingers, and wrists. I can’t stop looking at her as she talks to those she absolutely has to talk to.

  Aiden Jensen appears to be sober, which is a relief. From what Lucy said, she had to deal with a hell of a lot from this fuckhead while making the film.

  The number of men in penguin suits is astounding. You can’t tell security from the regular Joe’s, which is a good thing.

  Linc and I hold hands as we make our way slowly through the crowd. People shout questions out to us, but we don’t comment. We’re not here for that. Tonight’s about Lucy.

  It isn’t until the homophobic slurs get shouted that Linc puts his guard up.

  “Ignore it,” I tell him.

  He nods, but his eyes are skimming the crowd as Damian steps up next to us.

  “There,” Linc says, tilting his head slightly.

  “Dave fucking Richards. I already dealt with this fucker. Apparently, he wants some broken bones,” Damian tells us, walking away, going around then coming up behind Dave.

  “Uh oh,” Jesse mutters. “Dave’s gonna get it.”

  “He’s gonna get more than he bargained for,” Cage tells us. “He was warned.”

  That’s all that’s said, and when I look over to where Dave was standing, the space is empty.

  51

  DAMIAN

  “Dave, Dave, Dave, what have I told you about fucking with those two?” I ask, holding him up by his jacket lapels, slamming his back and head against the side of the building.

  “Fuck you, man. Freedom of speech,” Dave seethes.

  “Feeling bold. Not a good choice,” Celeste says, walking up on the other side of Dave. It takes everything in me not to look her up and down, but I need to remain disciplined and handle Dave first. Then I can devour her with my eyes, maybe my lips, maybe my mouth, maybe my dick.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Dave,” Celeste shakes her head. “I’m your worst nightmare in a pair of four-inch stilettos.”

  “You don’t scare me.”

  “And that’s your biggest mistake,” I inform him.

  “What are you gonna do, huh? Beat me? People are around. They can hear and see you,” he mouths off.

  I pull out my gun. “Who said anything about beating? You were warned. There are no more chances for you, my friend.”

  He laughs. “They’ll hear the shot and catch you. What are you, amateurs?”

  Celeste’s face turns red. “Now you pissed me off.” She walks up, punches him in the stomach, then knees him in the balls. The simpering idiot is crying on the ground.

  “You bitch!”

  “Oh, honey, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” she tells him. She looks up at me. “You mind? I owe this piece of shit for what he put Lucy and Blush through.”

  “By all means,” I tell her, stepping back.

  “Hear that, Davey? I get you all to myself, and I’m going to fuck you up.”

  Dave gets to his feet and tries to land a punch on Celeste’s chin. She catches his fist and his eyes widen.

  “Uh oh,” she taunts, twisting his arm behind his back so he cries out in pain. “Start walking.”

  I follow behind. Watching Celeste all badass, I’m hard as stone. Fuck if she isn’t something else.

  She leads him around the back of the building and keeps walking to where the asphalt meets the desert dirt. A few Russo Security step in closer but not crowding.

  Celeste pulls out her gun.

  “Can you hold him for a minute?” she asks me.

  “Of course.”

  “They’re going to hear the shot, you dumb bitch.”

  Celeste snorts, then laughs, pulling out her silencer from her purse. Now Dave’s face is full of fear.

  “I really wish I could take the time to break a few fingers, maybe cut his tongue out, but I can’t get dirty. I’m expected inside. So, this is how it’s going to go, Dave,” she breathes in his ear. “I’m going to have Damia
n let you go.” Dave perks up. “That’s right, he’s going to let you go, but I’ll be counting to five and that’s all the time you get to try to disappear. It’s dark out here, shouldn’t be a problem for you, right, Davey boy?” She slaps his cheek.

  She looks down then to me and huffs.

  “He pissed himself and I didn’t even do anything yet.”

  “I told you he was a pussy,” I reply.

  “And so you did.” She turns back to Dave. “You ready?” Dave doesn’t answer.

  “Let him go please,” Celeste requests of me. Dave immediately takes off into the desert.

  “You’re not counting,” I tell her.

  She shrugs. “I can still see him clearly. I’d have lost the white shirt.”

  I nod.

  “Well, he’s far enough.” She lifts her gun and shoots three times, all direct hits. Dave drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She removes the silencer, and places both it and the gun back in her clutch.

  “You’ve got him?” she asks the guys. They nod. She looks at me. “Shall we?”

  I hold out an elbow for her. “Let’s.”

  When we’re rounding the corner I lean in and whisper, “That was fucking hot.”

  She smiles and winks. “I know.”

  52

  ETHAN

  I’m not sure what happened to Dave, but I can guess. Damian came around the corner with Celeste on his arm. From the look in their eyes, they were causing trouble and enjoying every second of it.

  “I want to practice shooting,” I tell Linc.

  He lifts a brow.

  I shrug.

  “This, Ethan, it isn’t for you. You’d never forgive yourself if you killed someone,” he tells me.

  “I can still shoot stuff,” I mutter.

  “Hell yeah, you can. We’ll go to the range. Just don’t go with Sera. She’s a showoff.”

  I laugh at that.

  “Is it time to go in yet?” I ask, pulling at the collar tight around my neck.

  “Lucy’s almost here.”

  I nod. I can wait. This is a big deal for our Lucy.

  “Think she’ll ever go back to making movies?” I ask Jesse.