With You: A Rock Star Romance (Rocked in Love Book 1)

by Jessica Marlowe

  “Oh shit! You scared me.” Emily clutched her clothes to her chest. Dropping them on the foot of the bed, she stepped into her panties and pulled them up.

  “You didn’t answer my question.” Jack flicked on the lamp.

  She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. “Not sneaking, just trying not to wake you.” Emily slipped on her black satin and lace bra. The sheet tented at his groin. Usually, with these one-nighters—what was the phrase Emily had used? Once the itch had been scratched—Jack chuckled at that—he was ready for it to end, but he wasn’t a dick about it or anything. He always bought breakfast and made sure they had a safe way home. If not, he paid for a cab. Everyone left happy. But with Emily, the itch had only gotten worse. “Were you going to leave a note?”

  “Yes.”

  “Maybe we should have that debate over what time night ends and day begins. It’s still dark out. That has night written all over it.”

  “Jack, the sun is rising.”

  “So am I.” He gestured to the tent. “Guess you’re right, it’s morning.” Laughing, he threw the covers back and stood. Walking over to her, he took the shirt she’d been holding for the last minute and dropped it on the bed.

  “It’s only six o’clock, you don’t have to leave so early. Let’s go back to bed, have sex, get a little sleep, then repeat. Then we’ll have breakfast.”

  Emily faced him. “I’m sure in rock star, six in the morning is bedtime, but for the non-rock star community, it’s time to get up and get ready for work.”

  “I thought you were off?” Jack kissed her neck. He leaned his erection into her, so she could feel up close and personal the effect she was having on him.

  “I’m off from my day job, as Nicki calls it.” Emily moaned and tried to pull away, so Jack let her. “I have a meeting with my editor.”

  Her eyes were dazed, and it wouldn’t take much to get her back into bed. “What time is your meeting?” Jack sat on the edge of the bed, his dick at attention.

  “Ten. Gotta get going,” Emily said, as though she needed the reminder.

  “You need four hours to get ready?”

  “No, and yes. Gotta get home, shower, get dressed, then drive back into the city, find parking, get up to the forty-third floor, and not be late.”

  Pulling Emily into his arms, Jack kissed her. Her arms wrapped around him. “Stay,” he said between kisses. He was getting dizzy, whether from not breathing or from her kisses, he wasn’t sure.

  “You agreed,” she said, still kissing him.

  “Fuck that, I lied and you know it. You’re lying now if you say you want to leave.” Jack’s dick throbbed.

  Emily sighed. “I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want to go to this meeting and get chewed out.”

  He stroked the inside of her thigh, just bumping her with the top of his hand. Her panties were wet; he inhaled deeply, relishing her amazing, unique scent. “Stay.” He pulled back to look at her. His brows dipped “Why do you think you’re getting chewed out?”

  Emily slumped against him, so he tightened his hold and waited.

  “Because, Jack, I missed my deadline. Monday came and went, and no manuscript. And it’s not going to be finished. I trashed it.”

  Rage surged through him. If Jack ever met the fucker, he’d take him apart. “Doesn’t your editor know what happened? Can’t they cut you some slack?” He knew missing a deadline was a big deal. If publishing was anything like the music business, there were a lot of moving parts after the band finished recording. Even small delays screwed up the works, and that equaled loss of money.

  “Of course, she knows. Meg is a hard-ass on a good day. Part of her job is keeping her writers on schedule. She can’t edit something I haven’t submitted, so she can’t do her job. Which was how she began the conversation on Monday, as if I didn’t feel bad enough.”

  He rested his cheek on her chest. Everything with her felt good. No strings fun, with any other girl, would be ideal. But with Emily, he wanted the strings. Jack wanted it all.

  “I’ve never missed a deadline. When Monday rolled around, and I had nothing to submit, I hated it. I hated that he screwed me up so bad I couldn’t write. I’ve had writing to lean on since the accident, but now it’s gone.”

  “Why did you trash your book?” Jack stroked her back. “Was it so bad? Can’t you rework it?”

  Emily’s eyes met his, and they held unshed tears. He’d bet she’d suck it up rather than cry. Two deep breaths later, she blinked and the tears were gone.

  “It was good. The main characters were engaged and planning their wedding. Dealing with discordant in-laws to be, a maid of honor who wants everyone to wear pink, including the groom, a groom who green-lights everything the bride wants, including having the ceremony at a haunted castle.” Emily heaved a sigh. “Then, my life blew up, and I couldn’t write, I couldn’t suck it up and finish it. How was I supposed to write a happy ending?” She tensed and pulled back. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” Jack got the impression she wasn’t used to sharing. Rubbing her cheek with his thumb, he whispered, “Don’t go. The last thing you need right now is more grief. Spend the day with me.”

  “I can’t just not go.”

  “Call and cancel, of course.” Jack kissed the tip of her nose. “Stay. I want to show you something.”

  Emily leaned back and looked down at his still hard penis. “I’ve seen it.”

  Jack rolled his eyes. “Jeez, all you women think about is sex. Something outside the room.” His hands skimmed down her back and into the waistband of her panties, cupping her bare cheeks.

  Emily let out a long moan.

  His hands caressed down her legs, taking her panties with them. Emily put her hands on his shoulders and stepped out of them. One down, one to go. Jack stroked her back and unclasped her bra. He hugged her to him, and when she pulled back, he slid the straps down her arms. She lifted her hands from his shoulders as he pulled her bra off and tossed it aside. He was ready to go again, and from the look in her eyes, so was she.

  “Jack.” Emily’s fingers snapped by his head.

  Mouth open, he stared at her glorious tits. “Sorry, what did you say?” he asked, as his gaze snapped up to hers.

  “I said I can’t. It’s not right. I’m using you.”

  It was cute that she thought that. “I volunteer.” Jack grabbed his cock. “Reporting for duty.” Kissing her lips, he whispered, “Stay.”

  Emily sighed. “Have you ever been on vacation and wished you could stay a few more days? That’s how I feel. For the first night in almost a month, I got a good night’s sleep.”

  “A good reason to continue your vacation.”

  “I closed my eyes last night and for the first time in weeks, I didn’t see the man I was going to marry inside another woman. I ate a meal that I didn’t want to immediately throw up. And I laughed.”

  Her smile made his heart flip over.

  “My job all but forced me to take time off because I’ve been messing up.”

  “Then stay.” Jack gave her his most sincere smile.

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  The beautiful heat that passed between them ignited once again, and Emily kissed him hard. Minutes passed, and they only stopped to come up for air.

  “Em, spend the day with me, extend your vacation.”

  “I got so lost in my rant that I forgot my point. I don’t want to hurt you. Last night, if I’d been stronger, been able to resist you, you wouldn’t be in this mess. If I stay, it’ll only make it worse later when I leave.” She placed her palms on either side of his face and looked him dead in the eyes. “And I am leaving.”

  When Jack smiled as if he knew better, she sighed in frustration. “Don’t you have any sense of self-preservation?”

  “First off, you aren’t using me, I already volunteered. Secondly, this doesn’t have to end today. Spend the rest of the week with me. Let’s get to know each other, enjoy each o
ther, and see where we go from here.” Jack tilted her chin until their eyes met. “I don’t need self-preservation around you. You’re more concerned about me than you are for yourself right now. Considering everything you’ve been through, that’s extraordinary.”

  Staying was the wrong thing to do, but she just couldn’t seem to force herself to leave. Emily felt alive for the first time in weeks. “If I stay, I will leave at the end of the afternoon. If you can’t accept that, then I have no choice but to leave now.”

  Again, he smiled. “I accept that, right now, you know you’re leaving. Doesn’t mean you won’t change your mind. Again.”

  “You’re infuriating.” Emily huffed. “I’m not playing hard to get.”

  “Look, I get it, okay. You’re going. Doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying to convince you to stay. Share your day with me.”

  The last of her pathetic resolve to leave crumbled. She needed a few more hours where she didn’t have to think about— “Okay.”

  “Great. Since you’ve chosen wisely, I have a reward.” Taking her in his arms, he kissed her. This was no ordinary kiss but filled with emotion and passion that sparked something inside her. Deep in her belly, a warmth spread throughout her body. She held onto Jack, curling her fingers into his flesh. When they broke apart, Emily was more turned on than she could ever remember. From a kiss.

  Jack was hard, and she wanted to take him in her mouth. He must have realized her intention, because as she dropped to her knees, he stopped her.

  With a brief kiss on her lips, he muttered, “Wait here.” He went to the window and opened the curtains, the sunrise casting a gentle light into the room.

  What’s he doing?

  “Not to worry, we’re thirty-seven floors up, no one can see in.”

  He flipped on the bathroom light, which added a soft yellow glow. He stretched out his hand to her, and Emily padded to him, taking his hand. As their fingers entwined, Jack smiled and drew her in for another knee-melting kiss. Jack moved until he stood behind her, and his erection nestled in the small of her back. His large hands started at her hips and teasingly moved up her body until he cupped her breasts. When his thumbs stroked her already tight nipples, she gasped at the sensation and leaned back on him for support.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispered.

  He trailed kisses on her neck as his fingers pinched her nipples. Emily didn’t need any more foreplay; she was ready for whatever he planned. She wiggled her bottom, and Jack groaned.

  His hands stilled. “Not yet, baby, this is for you.”

  Emily turned to look up at him. He tipped his chin forward and her gaze followed. Their reflection in the mirror startled her, and she tried to step away, but Jack pinned her to him with his left arm as his right hand traveled down her rib cage, coming to rest on her hip.

  “No.”

  “Relax, baby, see how beautiful you are?”

  But she didn’t look, so Jack tilted her chin. When their eyes locked in the mirror, she was lost.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come. Haven’t you ever watched in a mirror or recorded yourself during sex?”

  Her mouth suddenly dry, she shook her head. Obviously, Jack had. An unexpected shyness overtook her, and Emily wanted to look away, but Jack’s hands resumed their teasing of her nipples. She’d never understood why people filmed themselves having sex. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Well, I want to fuck you with my hand, while watching your reactions in the mirror. Then, I want to kneel before you and eat your sweet pussy until you come, while you watch me. Finally, I want to fuck you. Hard.” Jack pressed his erection into her back.

  Her imagination kicked in, and the mental pictures overwhelmed her. A moan escaped her lips.

  “Nothing will happen that isn’t okay with you.”

  She squirmed, trying to ease the throbbing between her thighs. “Do I have to watch?”

  “Your choice, but I’ll be watching.” He swiveled his hips back and forth against her back. Turning her head to the side, he kissed her.

  “Okay.”

  Not wasting any time, his right hand slid over her mound. “Spread your legs.”

  Emily widened her stance to grant him access. He teased her swollen lips, dipping his finger in well below her clit. She thrust her hips back, trying to get him where she needed him.

  “Patience.” He looked straight ahead. “So wet already, and I haven’t even begun.”

  She looked in the mirror, but Jack’s gaze was fixed lower, and his lips were parted. She saw herself. Naked. Wanting. Wanton. The sight of his hand buried between her legs was so erotic she almost came from the image.

  “Beautiful isn’t it?” Jack said, his voice deeper than usual. “You’re stunning. Your body is fucking incredible. Soft, yet strong. I want to look at your ass, but I can’t tear my eyes off the stunning view before me.”

  She shifted her hips, trying to force his hand, but he moved with her.

  He moaned, and his cock moved on her back. Maybe he’d come from looking at them. Oh, that’s fucking hot.

  He finally fingered her clit.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned.

  “I can’t wait to taste you. That little taste earlier wasn’t enough.” He dipped two fingers inside as his thumb worked her clit.

  Emily heaved a breath, trying to fill her lungs. She was going to come soon, too soon. She rocked against his hand. His thumb eased off as he hooked his middle finger inside and pinched her nipple at the same time. The sensations from top and bottom met in her belly, and she felt faint. “Oh, that…” Her whole body was warm and coiled. Needing to do something with her hands, she grabbed his hips.

  He chuckled as he nipped her earlobe. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He ground his cock into her back as his thumb circled her again, so close. She wanted to watch, but her eyes fluttered closed.

  “Not yet, baby,” Jack whispered. Raising his hand, he inhaled and then licked his fingers. Jack stepped back but didn’t let go. “Can you stand?”

  She nodded.

  Slowly, he released her and came to stand in front of her. Emily peered past him and into the mirror. “Love the view, Jack.”

  “Front or back?” he asked, shaking his ass.

  “Both,” Emily said, as she shifted her gaze to his front, licking her lips.

  “Stop that now, young lady. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Emily grabbed his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and took his mouth. She needed to come. Reaching down, she stroked his cock, swiping the bead of fluid off the head. Slowly, she raised her fingers to her lips, and locking her eyes on Jack’s, she took her finger in her mouth. “Mmm.”

  Jack’s eyes glazed over. He licked his lips, dropped to his knees, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to him. Starting at her belly, he kissed his way down to her pussy. Glancing up at her, he smiled as he spread her open. He circled her with his thumb. When his tongue grazed her clit, sensations burst throughout her body.

  Jack moaned and pulled back, licking his lips and ending with a loud smack. “Lean forward and use my shoulders to support yourself. Don’t bother begging for mercy. I’m not stopping until you come.” Then he pulled her hips to his waiting mouth.

  “Oh, yes. Jack—” Her voice was loud, and she was already so close. Within seconds of Jack’s mouth on her, her climax broke. He didn’t stop until the last shudders of her orgasm faded away.

  As her knees buckled, Jack leaned forward taking her onto his shoulder as he stood. “I’ve got you, baby, I won’t let you fall.” By the bed, he set her on her feet, sat, and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her in his arms.

  Emily felt warm, protected, and sated.

  chapter

  SIXTEEN

  God, she was beautiful. Jack stroked her hair as her breathing returned to normal. He didn’t know how she’d stayed on her feet; even with leaning on him, her thighs had trembled.

  Her cheek rested on h
is shoulder. He kissed her lips. His dick throbbed with need, but she was exhausted.

  “Jack?”

  “Yeah?”

  “How do you want me, baby?”

  Six sweetest words ever. “Anything?” His heart slammed in his chest. He wanted her so badly, but that would be…

  “Within reason.”

  He had to fuck her now. Setting her on her feet, he stood and crooked a finger at her to follow him. Once in the bathroom, he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Her skin had the most gorgeous flush. The little vixen wiggled her ass against his groin. He didn’t need the added stimulation, but he didn’t shift. She teased him, and he liked it.

  “You liked watching us in the mirror, didn’t you?” Jack asked as he nuzzled her neck. “Turn your head.”

  A slow smile spread across her face as she saw their reflection in the mirrored wall. “Another fine view, Jack.” Turning to face him, she put her arms around his neck. “I believe you said something about fucking me hard?”

  Jack moaned. My turn. “Turn around and bend over.” His voice shook with pent-up desire.

  “About time.” She turned and faced the mirror.

  He reached around her and grabbed the rubber he’d placed on the counter earlier. After tearing it open, he rolled it down his length. Grabbing her hips, he walked them back a few steps. “Hold on to the counter.”

  Bending at the waist, Emily curled her fingers around the edge of the sink. She wiggled her ass at him.

  Jack had to get inside her now. Rubbing his cock between her thighs, coating himself, he was practically out of his mind but somehow remembered to warn her. “I need to know during, not after, if it’s too much for you.” He slid into her hot, wet pussy up to his balls. So good.

  “Jaaack.”

  He gave her a second to adjust, and then he pulled out and pounded back into her. Her gasp excited him further. Again. And again.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  He turned his head to the mirrored wall. Emily watched too, and her lips parted as she uttered another “Yes.” Her voice was husky, and she panted for breath.