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

by Jessica Marlowe

  He slowed the pace so they could get a better view of his taking her. Oh shit. He turned away because watching drove him wild. He pounded her so hard his balls slapped against her. She liked that. So did he. Fuck, so good. He tightened his grip on her hips. Shifting his gaze to the vanity mirror, he was treated to the stunning view of her tits bouncing.

  Their eyes met in the mirror. It was the best of both worlds; he fucked her from behind and still saw her lovely face. He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. “So beautiful.” He wanted to say more, but speech was impossible. Dropping kisses over to her shoulder, he nipped her. Mine.

  He slowed down as her muscles contracted around him because he didn’t want to come yet.

  She looked over her shoulder. “Come on, Jack. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  A primal grunt tore from him, and he didn’t hold back. She wanted more, so he obliged. This time he didn’t slow down when he felt her muscles grip him.

  “Fuck, Jack, don’t stop,” she screamed.

  A sudden pounding echoed on the bathroom wall. “Jack, please fucking stop. Some of us have to work today,” a man’s voice yelled from the other side.

  Jack paused for a second as their eyes met in the mirror. Emily’s flush deepened. He pumped into her twice more and exploded inside her, biting his tongue to keep from screaming out.

  Unable to stand, he grabbed Em around the waist, leaned up against the mirrored wall, and slid down to the floor. The tile was cold on his ass, but he didn’t give a shit since he was still inside her. She moved to climb off him. “Not yet.”

  “One sec.” She crawled forward and grabbed the bath mat. “Up.” Jack lifted his butt, and she slipped the rug underneath him. Facing him, she settled back on his lap. Much better.

  Sated beyond belief, Jack felt the lust cloud slowly lifting. “Fuck me like you mean it?”

  “Worked, didn’t it?” She grinned at him. Then her smile faded. “Do you think he heard us all night?” She was cute when she was embarrassed.

  “Sounds like it.” At her contrite expression, he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to him.”

  “How?” Emily asked, nestling into his embrace.

  “I’ll figure that out later. But now”—he paused as a yawn overtook him—“we should get some sleep.”

  “Here?” She didn’t move a muscle.

  “Tempting, but the bed will be more comfortable.”

  She leaned back, and her eyes were filled with emotion. When she smiled, his heart flipped in his chest, and he was a goner.

  She stood gracefully, and he clumsily got to his feet. Before she turned to leave, he pulled her into his arms. “That was amazing, Em.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you need to use the bathroom?”

  “I went first last time,” she said, closing the door behind her.

  He was in serious fucking trouble here.

  When Jack opened the bathroom door, Emily sat on the edge of the bed wearing his T-shirt. He liked that. A lot. She smiled and sauntered into the bathroom. His dick stirred.

  He busied himself with straightening up the bed and retrieving the rest of his clothes he’d left in a pile by the door. They could get a few hours of sleep before she had to call her editor. Jack glanced toward the bathroom. She’d been in there a while. As if on cue, the door opened and Emily came out. She smiled at him and went up on tiptoes and kissed him. Before he could deepen the kiss, she moved past him, whipping off his T-shirt and climbing into bed. He joined her. Picking up his cell, he asked, “Is nine thirty okay?”

  “That’s fine.” Emily stretched and yawned. “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure.” Taking care of her would be his greatest pleasure.

  J

  Emily turned on her side, and Jack cuddled up next to her. Damn, she should’ve lain on her back. Hopefully he’d fall asleep soon, and she could move away. For now, she tried to enjoy how good it felt to have him up against her.

  When she was in the bathroom, she’d barely recognized herself. The reflection she’d seen in the mirror for the last three weeks was gone. Sad eyes and that lost look were replaced by confidence. Damn. Maybe she needed a dose of Jack more often. Why not? Friends with benefits. People did it all the time. Why couldn’t they hook up whenever he was in town? But he’d said he was falling in love with her. Stupid love. It complicated everything. When it was great, there was nothing better, but when it went bad, nothing was worse.

  Until Sully, she’d thought she’d had her heart broken before, but those were just dents. No real damage done. Nothing a few drinks, several pints of ice cream, a good old-fashioned bitch fest, and time couldn’t fix. Emily had been twenty-three when she’d met Sully, and she’d thought she’d recovered from the accident, at least as much as she ever would. Her body had taken over a year. Her heart, soul, mind, and spirit had taken much longer. A piece here and there until all the pieces were restored. A little worse for wear but complete.

  Sully had been her first serious relationship. Colby, Don, and Bill had all been great in their own way, but she hadn’t fallen in love with any of them, not really. Sully had been different from the beginning; at twenty-seven, he’d been a man and fully established in his career. He’d pursued her relentlessly, which had both excited and scared her. She realized now, that at the time, she’d still been afraid to allow herself to care about someone again. Not that she’d withheld her love from Sully, but it developed slowly.

  When she’d caught him cheating, all the love she’d had for him had evaporated. She was terrified of what else might be gone. She’d already rebuilt her life from the ground up once, and Emily didn’t know if she could do it again.

  Jack’s breathing leveled out, and she shifted, half on her back, half on her side. Jack didn’t stir, so after a few seconds, Emily turned on her back. His arm was still draped over her torso, but she wasn’t trapped.

  Still, Emily couldn’t fall asleep. Something niggled at her. Nicki. She’d meant to text Nicki last night to make sure she was okay. Emily’s purse was on the table by the window. She inched toward the edge of the bed, but even in his sleep, Jack couldn’t keep his hands off her. His hand cupped her breast, and her nipple hardened. After enjoying Jack’s touch for a minute, she tried again to extricate herself without waking him. She had one leg on the floor before Jack turned onto his back.

  Sliding out of bed, she grabbed her purse and walked into the living room. She sent Nicki a quick text. Emily waited several minutes but got no response. Nicki slept with her phone, so if she’d been awake she’d have texted her back.

  She crawled back in bed and lay on her back. Pulling the covers up, she drifted off to sleep.

  chapter

  SEVENTEEN

  Jack opened his eyes. Bright sunshine cascaded through the windows. Emily was next to him but not in the spooning position they’d started in. He was on his back, and she was tucked into his side with her head nestled against his shoulder. It was nine o’clock.

  He canceled his alarm and dialed room service and ordered breakfast. Then he left a message for Anthony, the concierge.

  Emily stirred in her sleep, making little sounds, but didn’t wake. This felt so right, so normal. Usually after a one-nighter, the mornings started with sex, a quick shower, breakfast, and depending on the band’s schedule, maybe hang out for a bit, and then goodbye. Not this morning. Sex would be great. Maybe she’d offer that blowjob she’d been so intent on giving him in the limo. A long shower, a nice breakfast, but definitely not goodbye.

  They needed to get a move on if he was going to take her to The Rock House. Jack hadn’t seen Sid, the owner, in over a year, so he was looking forward to it. The Rock House held a special place in the band’s hearts. Sid Levinson was the first guy to tell them they had a real chance at making it as professional musicians. He’d taught them so much about the industry and told them the steps needed to move forward and not just play local gigs. H
is help had been invaluable, and the band owed him a huge debt.

  Emily moaned in her sleep, and now it was Jack who stirred. Maybe she was having a sex dream about him. Totally plausible since she’d already had one dream about him. Best dream ever.

  Emily’s hand slid down from his chest until she reached his dick and stroked.

  “Mmm, that feels so good.”

  “Good morning.” Her warm breath tickled the sensitive skin on his neck.

  “Fantastic morning.” Jack’s stomach growled. Food better get here soon or he might have to eat her. Excellent idea.

  Before he could flip her over, she lifted her head and said, “Don’t even think about it, McBride.”

  “Already did.” He shot her a wicked smile.

  “No, enough screwing around. For now. Gotta call my editor.” Emily turned her face into him and sighed, still stroking.

  Since her hand was occupied, he offered, “Want me to dial the phone for you?”

  “No.” She kissed his chest as she leaned up.

  If she kept this up much longer… Jack moaned again. He removed her hand. Before she could guess what Jack was up to, he pinned her to the bed and kissed her. Their tongues danced. Kissing her was unbelievable. Jack kissed down her body. He settled between her thighs and gently rubbed his beard stubble against her inner thigh. A knock at the door broke the silence. They both groaned.

  Jack kissed her soft thigh and smiled. “Rain check.” One he couldn’t wait to collect.

  Emily grabbed Jack’s shirt and slipped it over her head. “What?” she asked at his incredulous expression.

  “Why bother? It’s only coming off again.”

  “I’m not talking to my editor naked.”

  Another knock, this time louder. Jack picked up his jeans and stepped into them. “Why?” Tucking himself in, he carefully zipped up. He didn’t bother with the button or a shirt since Emily wore it.

  “Because I need to concentrate.” Emily swallowed hard. “Aren’t you going to get the door?” She looked away.

  Jack smirked and walked into the living room. Opening the door, Anthony, The Yorkshire Hotel’s finest concierge, greeted him.

  “So good to have you back, Mister—” Anthony stopped at Jack’s raised brows. “Jack.”

  They shook hands. “Great to be back. How’s your lovely wife?”

  “Much better, sir. Her treatments are over, and her last round of blood work was perfect. She has one more scan coming up, but the doctor thinks he got it all.”

  “That’s great news.”

  “I understand last night’s concert was a smashing success.”

  As one of the top concierges in the city, it didn’t surprise Jack that Anthony had the scoop on last night’s gig. He had connections all over the city—from restaurant reservations and Broadway shows to emergency pet grooming—Anthony could get it done. “Yeah.” Jack paused as he looked over his shoulder. “I need a favor.”

  “Anything.”

  “What’s the laundry’s turnaround?”

  “Four hours.”

  Jack frowned. He hated to ask, but it was for Em. “Any chance we can get it done in two?” He hoped they could be on their way before noon.

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  He needed a backup plan. “What about the boutique? What time do they open?”

  “There was a leak in the stockroom. They should reopen by tomorrow.” Anthony leaned in and winked. “The manager, Belinda, owes me a favor. What do you need?”

  “Not me, the young lady who’s with me. We’re spending the day together, and I don’t want her walking around in yesterday’s clothes. I don’t want to cause a problem for the laundry, so if they can’t do two hours, do you think Belinda could help me out?”

  “I don’t see that being a problem,” Anthony said. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen.”

  “You’re a lifesaver.” Jack hurried into the bedroom, but Em was in the bathroom. He scooped her clothes off the bed and grabbed a laundry bag from the closet. Jack wrote down her sizes, put the clothes in the laundry bag, returned to the living room, and handed the bag to Anthony.

  “She’s a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. Let’s stick with that. Also, bra and panties.” Jack handed Anthony the paper with Emily’s sizes.

  “Any color preferences?”

  “Yes, burgundy top, and the bra and panties too, something pretty, but nothing too sexy, or we’ll never make it out of the room.” The idea of staying in the room all day appealed to him, but he wanted to show her where the band got their start. “What’s the weather like today?”

  “It’ll be cooler today, only about fifty.”

  Emily didn’t have a jacket last night. “She’ll need a jacket, too.”

  “Not a problem, Jack. I’ll take care of everything. Glad to be of service.” They shook hands, and Anthony left.

  When he walked into the bedroom, Emily was just coming out of the bathroom. She had that wild night of sex look about her. Her face was flushed, hair messed up, and she wore his shirt, and he couldn’t resist grabbing her and kissing her. Her arms went around his waist, and he hoisted her left leg up so he could touch her soft skin. By the time he let go, they both gasped for air.

  “Stop, Jack.” Her palms stroked his bare chest before pushing him away. “Meg can sense sex over the phone. She has this creepy sixth sense. I don’t want to answer questions. I want to get off the phone as quickly as possible. I also don’t want to hear another person tell me I need to have revenge sex.”

  Emily picked up the room phone but put it back down. Grabbing her cell from her purse, she sat on the bed.

  “Can I listen in?”

  “Sure, I guess. No touching.”

  Jack reached for her. Of course, he’d touch her.

  Emily shot him a stern look. “I’m not kidding about Meg. If she hears the slightest difference in my voice, her barrage of questions won’t end until she gets answers.”

  Emily thumbed through her contacts and tapped Meg’s number, but she disconnected the call before it rang. She looked up at him. “What the hell do I say to her?”

  He crawled on the bed and sat behind her, pulling her up against his chest. Her body heat warmed him. “Tell her the truth.”

  “That I spent the night with hot rock star Jack McBride? She won’t let up until she has all the details.”

  “Not that truth. So, you think I’m hot?” His smile spread into what he was sure was a goofy grin. Emily tried to pull away, but he wasn’t having that. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

  J

  Another knock interrupted them. Jack dropped a kiss on her head and scooted off the bed to answer the door.

  Emily stood and paced the room. This was ridiculous. She looked out the window. Procrastination only made things worse, and as her dad used to say, “suck it up.” Heaving a sigh, she sat on the bed.

  “Breakfast is served.” Jack crawled across the bed and resumed his seat behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping both arms around her. “Did I miss it?”

  “You will if you don’t cut it out, mister. I’m serious, no talking and no touching. Meg will know.” Emily tried to scoot forward to put some distance between them.

  Jack didn’t loosen his hold. “How could she know?”

  “I can’t explain it, but maybe after all these years as an editor for romance novels, she’s developed a sex sense.” She allowed herself to relax into Jack’s body, no point in wasting it.

  Emily tapped Meg’s number. Teanna, Meg’s assistant, answered. “Hey, Tea. It’s Emily Prescott. How are you?”

  “Meg’s on a rampage,” Teanna said, chuckling.

  “Sorry.” Her conversation with Meg wouldn’t improve things.

  “Why are you sorry?”

  She took a deep breath and exhaled on a sigh. “I’m not coming.”

  “That is so not funny. Oh crap. Are you runnin
g late?”

  “No, I told you, I’m not coming.”

  Emily winced at Tea’s uttered expletive. “Meg is going—”

  “I’ll deal with her. Just tell Meg I’m on the phone,” Emily said, not wanting Meg’s wrath taken out on Teanna.

  “Emily, about your wedding… I’m so sorry,” Teanna said before putting Emily on hold.

  Barely two seconds passed before Meg’s voice bellowed through the phone. “Emily, don’t tell me you’ll be late. I expect you to walk through my office door in fifteen minutes. Hold on.”

  Emily had already moved the phone away from her ear, so her eardrums were safe. Jack tensed, so she turned to look at him. “I told you she’s a hard-ass, and she likes me.” She squelched the urge to kiss his stunned lips. She couldn’t kiss him when she’d forbidden him to kiss her.

  They overheard Meg’s conversation, not really a conversation, as she unloaded a series of curses that made a rock star blush. Apparently, her dress for an industry dinner wouldn’t be ready. Meg didn’t even try to cover the phone, so they could hear every fuck Meg uttered, which was in the double digits in less than two minutes.

  “Can you believe that shit?” Meg announced she was back on the phone with Emily.

  “You just can’t find reliable help these days,” Emily said.

  That had Jack pulling back from her and turning her face so he could see her. She gave him a reassuring wink. “Imagine the gall of Al’s sister-in-law breaking her leg when you have a dress that needs altering. It’s not like you have twenty other dresses in your closet that would be perfect. To leave you in the lurch like this is”—Emily paused for dramatic effect—“unacceptable.”

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m not coming.”

  “I expect you here in”—Meg paused—“twelve minutes.”

  Emily let the silence draw out. She’d already said she wasn’t coming. Seconds ticked by.

  Meg blinked first. “Listen, Emily, you missed a deadline. Your book is overdue, and we need to talk.”