Lucas: A Rockstar Romance (The Sinful Seven Series Book 1)

by Connie Lafortune

  I continue scrolling through my phone so I’m not tempted to scrutinize the pretty boy she’s sitting with. As much as I’d love to compare the two of us, it would be like trying to explain night and day to a blind person. Not going to happen.

  My finger hesitates over my contact list when Abby calls out my name. What is it about this girl that sets her apart from all the rest? I must think on it since she’s patiently waiting for me. I’ll get back to you on this one.

  “Thanks, Abby. Glad you liked the concert. See ya soon.”

  “Hey, I’m free after work if you want to hang out or something.” Seriously? I can’t help it when my gaze lands on the guy in the corner who is clearly oblivious to our conversation. Might be, because he’s texting someone while having breakfast with another. Idiot!

  “Adam won’t mind, he’s leaving soon anyway.” I swear I’m going to get whiplash as I look between the both of them. Once again, she’s amused by my interest in him and sets the record straight. “He’s my brother, Lucas.” Well, that right there is music to my ears. “I get off at six, I’ll see ya then.” Oh, how I’d love to tell her she’ll do more than get off, but I think she already knows. Abby might like my musical talent, but I’m willing to bet she loves my bedroom skills even more.

  I subtly slip my phone inside my jeans pocket now that I have someone to celebrate with. Maybe I’ll even share the fact that we have an audition in a few weeks. I don’t want to jinx our chances, but I know if Abby knew she’d be cheering us on. Nothing wrong with having our very own posse.

  People on the street must think I’m crazy when I laugh out loud for no apparent reason. But the thought of her dude in the corner being Abby’s brother has me in stitches. Here I was thinking he was her new fuck toy and it turns out to be her own flesh and blood. Hell, what do they say? Incest is best? Different strokes for different folks? Whatever floats your boat? Yeah, I like it kinky from time to time, but that’s a hard limit for me.

  After devouring the delicious sandwich and coffee Abby made, I take my time showering. I think I’ve told you before that’s where I do my best thinking. Unfortunately, my conversation with Trevor is niggling and needs to be addressed. I keep my promises, and if there’s ever a time he needs financial help for his mom, I’m there. So, do I stick my tail between my legs and grovel or do I wait to see if my dad continues sending me my checks? I hate that I’m so fucking hot headed and immediately blow up whenever anything happens. Instead of waiting to see how it all plays out. Maybe, just maybe, I can set it up so my automatic payment goes directly to the hospital. Now all I need to do is see if I can make it happen without Trevor finding out.

  Now that I’m dressed and squeaky clean, I wait. Who would have thought Lucas Knight would sit at home alone waiting for a girl? Oh, but not just any girl. Abby has many hidden talents. And she’s the only one that I want to hook up with repeatedly. She’s someone I try to avoid at all costs, but there’s something about her that keeps pulling me in. I can’t seem to get enough.

  Lyrics spring to mind as I wait, so I grab my pen and pad and scribble them down before I forget. Words that could pertain to a certain girl with big brown eyes and silky hair that feels amazing threaded through my fingers. God, my cock is throbbing in my jeans just writing these lyrics.

  A soft knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts. Abby’s here and you know what that means? Instead of writing all of my filthy thoughts down on a piece of paper, I can do all of those naughty things to her. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.

  ***

  Abby

  When I climbed into my car wearing nothing but a coat, I didn’t stop to think of how desperate and pathetic I would seem. I quickly brush that thought from my mind before I turn this damn car around and head back home. No guts, no glory. Right? I’m hoping Lucas finally realizes how good we could be together. A perfect match. I’m not looking for a long-term commitment, but I’d be happy with being sexually exclusive. Fingers crossed that my plan doesn’t backfire to where I make a fool out of myself. I don’t normally chase after guys, but there’s something so intriguing about Lucas that I can’t help myself.

  When I pull into the parking garage, I’m a fucking wreck! Could someone please tell me I shouldn’t feel this way since I’ve been here a handful of times? Hello? Anyone? Okay, never mind. I’ll just try brushing it off after getting out of my car, but I swear the closer I get, my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest. Why!? Once I’m safely tucked inside the elevator, I feel a cool breeze rush up my bare thighs. Weird really, since it’s warm and toasty inside of this one-door death trap. Is it safe to assume my lack of undergarments could be the reason I’m feeling a chill? Ding, ding, ding! Even I can answer that question all by myself.

  When the doors grind open, I make a mad dash into the hall so I can take a deep breath. A lot of good that does me when the stale air invades my lungs. I’d choke out a cough, but there’s no time when Lucas’s door slides open and the seduction’s about to begin.

  I love the sexy one-sided grin that adorns his face as I unbutton my coat and step inside. His whole demeanor drastically changes when I let my coat slide down my arms until it hits the floor. Now I’m as naked as the day I was born, wearing nothing but razzle dazzle red lipstick with matching heels. Lust-filled eyes land on mine as he stalks over, drops to his knees and pins my hips up against the cold brick wall. He lifts my leg, tosses it over his shoulder, while I fist his hair for stability. And when he buries his face between my thighs, I shudder. This right here is what I’ve fantasized about all day long.

  There’s no way I can stifle my screams of pleasure as he licks and teases my clit into submission. “Lucas,” comes out in a breathy moan when he inserts several fingers into my wet pussy. Thrusting them in and out, like he’d do if it was his thick cock. Just the thought of him impaling me with his hard flesh has me coming around his talented digits in no time.

  I haven’t recovered when he releases my leg, stands and demands, “On your knees, Abby.” More wetness pools between my thighs when his hands land on my shoulders and force me to my knees. My body’s trembling with anticipation as my eyes search his. Never have I ever wanted someone as much as I want Lucas. His feral gaze slices right through me as if he can see into my lustful soul and know everything I’m feeling.

  Lust is a controlling bitch, and right now, she’s in charge.

  “Unzip my jeans and take out my cock. I know you’re desperate to taste me.” His naughty banter has my thighs clenching to dull the ache. Unfortunately, I’ll need both hands to hold onto his enormous cock. That came out wrong since I’m not complaining about his size, I love being filled with his cock. I just won’t be hands-free to play with my aching pussy.

  I love the sound of his zipper as I free his cock from the confines of his jeans. But he shakes his head when I try tugging them below his hips. Lucas will not make this easy for me, and it just ignites that fire within me to please. Any other man wouldn’t be able to get away with this, but with him, anything goes. I stick my hand inside his briefs and I’m met with warm, hard flesh in the palm of my hand. I love his cock, it’s so smooth, yet hot and hard as steel. Such a contradiction, but so fucking sexy.

  Once he’s free, he slides his fingers into my hair, holding me back. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck your mouth, baby.” I’m practically salivating at the thought and then I’ll beg him if need be.

  “Please fuck my mouth, Lucas. Please!” I implore him with my eyes as he paints my lips with his pre-cum. When my tongue darts out for a quick taste, he slaps the side of my face with his thick cock. Some women might think this is degrading, but being his dirty little girl turns me the fuck on. It makes my pussy clench for his hard cock.

  A moan escapes as he parts my lips with the tip of his rigid cock. I willingly open my mouth as he pushes inside. The taste of him on my tongue as he bumps the back of my throat is heady and wetness instantly pools between my trembling thighs. Lucas is a G
od and I’ll gladly worship him any day of the week.

  “That’s it, baby. Remember, I know firsthand how good that mouth of yours is. I don’t want you holding back. I want it all.” Such a romantic, right? Thank god I’m not the kind of girl who needs flowers, chocolate, and sappy love songs. I need sex, lust, and rock-and-roll, and Lucas can give me all of those in spades.

  With my hands wrapped around his girth, I stroke him while my mouth works him into a blissful frenzy. I fucking love watching his lips part while his hands tangle in my hair. His head's thrown back in pure bliss and his thighs tremble as I continue my ministrations. Until his hot seed hits the back of my throat and I swallow every last drop.

  I’m weak when he pulls me up and buries his face in the crook of my neck. But when he pulls me close, I feel his heart beating to the same rhythm as mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m falling hard for this man. That right there could very well be the death of me.

  18

  Lucas

  It’s on very rare occasions when I wake up with someone sleeping beside me. Today just so happens to be one of them. I must admit, it’s kinda nice. Especially since I’ve always considered myself an aficionado for morning sex. Obviously, when I’m all alone, I have to pump the python, since a morning wood is a terrible thing to waste. Just saying.

  I’m enraptured when I lay on my side and just scrutinize her while she’s sleeping. Abby’s a natural beauty, with her chestnut hair splayed across my pillow. Her swollen lips are just a reminder of what went down here last night. I’m aroused, just knowing her womanly scent will linger in my bed for days afterward. When I opened the door last night, Abby greeted me wearing a raincoat with nothing underneath. Fuck, if my heart didn’t skip a beat when she unbuttoned it and let it slip off her shoulders before it laid in a heap by her feet. I’m only human, I’m a man, and it didn’t take me long before I pinned her up against the wall with one of her legs thrown over my shoulder and my face buried between her thighs. Fuck, she was so sweet and wet for me, and I was eager to get started. My fingers pumped inside of her tight, wet heat as my lips sucked on her hard little clit. I gave her exactly what she needed—an earth-shattering orgasm that had her hanging on for dear life so she wouldn’t slide down the wall and hit the floor. Not that I would have let that happen.

  Abby’s eyes flutter open as I reminisce about last night, and I’m hoping round four begins now. Yes, we fucked like rabbits and it was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. When she rolls to her side, the blanket slips down and gives me a very sensual glimpse of her hard nipples. I can’t stop myself from leaning in and taking one of the firm peaks into my mouth.

  “Oh God, Lucas, that feels good.” Little does she know I’m just getting started, and we have all day! Unless she’s working, which would be a huge cock blocker.

  “If you think that feels good, just you wait. I’m going to strum your clit like my fucking guitar. And I know that your little whimper and mewls will create a beautiful song. Just you wait and see.”

  I continue sucking on her rigid nipples while dipping two fingers into her wet and willing pussy. It doesn’t take long before her beautiful music reaches my ears and her hips buck against my hand. I know she wants my cock, but I won’t give in until she’s begging for it. I know you can say it. I’m a cruel and greedy bastard.

  Curling my fingers in a come-hither motion, I hit that spot inside of her that makes her body quiver with lust and need. And, in no time flat, I have Abby coming on my talented digits with a stream of urgency and desire. Yes, I could have stopped her orgasm, but I said I was cruel, not heartless.

  “Holy shit, Lucas. What time is it?” I’m a greedy and needy mofo. I try grabbing her as she leaps out of bed. Taking her body heat along with her. “Oh shit, I need to get to work. What time is it?”

  Reluctantly, I reach for my phone and swipe. “It’s seven sixteen. What time are you scheduled to go in?” Of course I’m thinking with the wrong head, so I’m hoping it’s not any time soon.

  “Sixteen minutes ago!” I hate that she’s freaking out, so with a sigh I slide out of bed. There’s no way she can go to work wearing just her coat and heels. Although that sounds sexy as fuck, I grab her one of my shirts and a pair of my Nike sweats.

  “You’ll be really late if you go home to shower and grab some clothes. Shower here and you can wear these to work.” She’s frantic as she snatches them from my hand while balancing her phone in the other.

  “Sal, I’m so sorry. I’ll be there in fifteen.” She drops her phone on my bed and races into the bathroom. Before closing the door, she glances over her shoulder and whispers, “I’ll take a raincheck.”

  “Count on it.” Then the door closes and I’m left alone. Again. Fucking story of my life, but isn’t this what I want? To be independent and fancy free with no commitments? I thought so.

  I guess instead of spending the day buried inside of my favorite barista, I’ll be practicing with the band. Which is a good thing, considering we have an audition in less than a week. Not going to lie, when I think about performing in front of real live judges and Caleb, my stomach bottoms out. But, hey, I need to man up and get over it if I want The Sinful Seven to achieve notoriety.

  I’m lost in thought when Abby slips on her heels and is ready to head out the door. Let me just go on the record saying she’s a vision in my clothes and her four-inch heels. Damned if my cock doesn’t twitch at the sight of her. “Babe, your feet are going to be screaming at the end of your shift tonight.”

  “I have extra clothes and shoes at the shop. I just need to get from here to there.” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as I slide the door open. With her hand on my chest, she leans in and captures my mouth with hers. It’s over before it even begins.

  “Lucas, I promise next time I won’t leave you hanging.” A wink and a smile and she’s gone. I try convincing myself that it’s no big deal since I have tons of phone numbers at my fingertips. But I’d only be fooling myself if I texted any random number right at the moment. Not one of them could hold a candle to my sexy, sassy barista. I’m falling hard and fast for this girl, and that might be my undoing.

  ***

  Abby

  Damn, damn, damn! It wasn’t my plan to fall asleep in his bed, but he was so damn warm and I was exhausted after so many orgasms. Hey, I’m not complaining, but I should have known there was a chance I’d be late for work. I pride myself on being reliable and dependable. Until today, that is. I just hope Sal won’t be too upset that he had to open for me today. Thank god there’s a spare key inside the safe. Otherwise, there would be tons of grumpy customers waiting in line. Maria isn’t a barista, but she’s watched me enough to do the basics. Fingers crossed, no one comes in with a crazy-ass order first thing this morning.

  My tires squeal as I take the turn into the parking lot. I swear it’s possible I was on two tires as I made the turn. After locking my door, I run. All I can hear is the click-clack of my heels as they hit the pavement. It doesn’t help that I have one hand tugging on the pants Lucas let me borrow so they don’t fall down. Never in a million years did I think I’d be doing the walk—or run—of shame as I slip through the back door of Java Joe’s. Not one of my proudest moments by far.

  “Well, well, well. It’s about time, Abby.” Seriously? Yeah, I get I’m late but only by thirty-five minutes. And it’s my first time, ever.

  “I’m sorry, Sal. It won’t happen again. I just need to change and I’ll take over for Maria. If you need me to stay later, consider it done.”

  “You’re fine, don’t bother changing. Maria has an appointment and she was waiting for you.” Crap, now I feel terrible.

  How the hell am I going to bounce around back there while holding up my pants? I don’t say this out loud because, clearly, Sal couldn't care less. But I do as I’m told like a good little girl and march myself right into the shop. I swear a million eyes all settle on me and it feels like a million daggers piercing my sk
in when I walk out into the café. Well, that’s exactly what it feels like with all eyes on me as I tug on my pants and go around the back. So much for a slow morning. Quickly, I take over the orders that Carla sorted out for me after she whispered, “You look like shit,” and “What the hell are you wearing,” spewed from her mouth. Great, just one more thing to add to my long list of fuck ups for today.

  Somehow I got through the morning rush and keep my pants up, too. But I don’t want to tempt fate, so when my first break rolls around, I grab my change of clothes and head into the ladies’ room. I hate the thought of parting with Lucas’s scent, but it gives me a great excuse to go back and visit him. I can still feel the blush creep across my cheeks as I open my locker and tuck his clothes safely inside. I startle when Theresa speaks up behind me.

  “Spill your guts, baby girl. Where did you sleep last night?” Now, here’s my long-awaited chance to come clean about my sexy hook-ups with Lucas. So tell me why it doesn’t have the same appeal that it had a short while ago? My logical brain is coming up with the fact that she might not believe me, anyway. Maybe it’s best if I just keep it on the down low. I’ve never been the kind of girl who kisses and tells, so why start now?

  “Nobody you would know. Besides, I don’t plan on ever seeing him again, so there’s that insignificant fact.” Liar, liar, pants on fire. Shh, don’t you dare call me out.

  “Okay, I guess that means he’s not too fond of the clothes he let you borrow to come to work today. And, while we’re on the subject, I’m not even going to ask what the hell happened to your clothes if you’re wearing his. Hmm?”