Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (13 page)

She
pours
more lube on her chest and watches me as I smooth out the liquid, my attention on
her peaks
,
which
are standing at attention. She laughs at my obvious distraction and uses her
own hand to spread the liquid until she’s satisfied. When she lies back on the
bed, it dawns on me what she wants me to do. She takes her tits in her hands
and holds them, rubbing her nipples slowly with her thumbs while waiting for my
cock to slip between
them
. I waste no time
letting my length fall there, enjoying every second of the squeeze of her tits
against my cock. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven as I slide in between
them
for the first time and the tightness surrounds
me. Her tits are big for a petite girl, but they aren’t fake. I can’t remember
the last time I fucked real boobs. These feel better as they conform willingly
to my giant dick.

Speaking of my giant dick. I should have
given Lyric more credit. She’s ready for the thickness. At least her mouth is.
The length is enough to hit her face when I slide all the way through the hole
she’s creat
ed
for me, but she catches me with
her mouth, swirling her tongue at times, sucking the tip other times. Sweat is
dripping down my body by the time I feel the tightness of my balls.

“Baby, are you ready for me?”

Her eyes light up
,
and we both shift so I’m no longer fucking her tits. I’m on my knees while she
sits cross-legged
,
and I’m in her mouth
without a single beat lost between us. It’s like we’ve done this a million
times
,
and no words are necessary to know what
the other needs.

One of her hands rests on my ass
while
the other play
s
with my balls and hold
s
my joystick. This girl
is going to be the death of me. She pull
s
me
deep into the back of her throat until she can’t fit anymore of me in her mouth.
My dick has girth and length
,
so I don’t
expect her to take it all
,
but she does a
pretty fucking good job.

“Fuck, Lyric. So. Fucking. Good.”

She uses this moment to take me further in
,
and then her cheeks go hollow as she sucks me,
detonating the pending explosion. And shit, do I explode. I fire so hard and
fast I barely have time to give her a warning. “Ah,” I grunt as she strokes
every last drop into her waiting mouth in calculated spurts.

When she swallows and licks her lips, I
want her again. This is insane. I’ve come three times in the last two hours
,
and I know it won’t take much rest for me to build
up again.

I fall back onto the bed, my arms crossed
over my eyes. I can’t look at her. If I do, I’ll want her again, and again,
until my dick really does fall off.

A moment later, the bed dips
,
and I force myself to look up. “Where are you
going?” I growl.

She slips on her shorts and looks around
for something. I can feel her bra digging into my back and look down to see her
shirt right next to me. She sees them at the same time and reaches over me. I
smile and grip her waist, pulling her onto my chest. “I didn’t say you could
leave.”

Her eyebrows raise, but she’s smiling. “I
should probably go before your friend gets excited again and we do something
stupid.”

Her words crush me, but I don’t
understand why. “Stupid, as in have sex?”

Lyric tilts her head. “I’m not having
unprotected sex with you, Wolf. The longer we stay in this room together
,
the probability of that happening
gets better
.”

“Really?” I ask, already starting to get
excited.

She cuts me off with her eyes. “Not
happening.”

I stare up, locking eyes with her,
desperately wanting to look deeper. There are so many emotions floating around,
camouflaged in specs of gold and glimmers of light. She’s the most beautiful
woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m not thinking this way because she just drank from
my fountain. Usually after I get a woman off and vice versa, I can’t wait to
send them out the door. No repeats allowed.
But n
ot
with Lyric. There’s an ache in my chest at the thought of her leaving.

“Wolf,” she whispers in a silent plea to
let her go.

I refuse, tightening my hold around her
waist. “Stay. No sex. No finger fucking. I won’t even try to lick your pussy
again. I can be good.”

She groans and laughs at the same time.
“You’re such a romantic.”

I stiffen. “Is that what you want?
Romance? With me?” I might have to contemplate this if it’s something Lyric
wants. Right now, I can’t imagine letting her out of my sight, not even to slip
into a room ten feet away.

Lyric rolls her eyes in amusement. “Don’t
worry, Wolf. I won’t be
that
girl,
okay? I won’t ask you for something you don’t do well. I just got out of a
relationship, anyway, so I’m not ready for that kind of emotional turbulence.
I’m safe. This was fun, but I was fully aware of what I was doing and who I was
doing it with.”

Another blow below the belt. What the
fuck does that mean? It might make me a hypocrite, but I didn’t expect this
from Lyric and it fucking hurts. My face falls, and I know she sees my
expression change because hers does
,
too.
“That’s shitty, Lyric.” I loosen my grip on her
,
and she tries to meet my eyes again
,
but I’ve
already looked away. If she doesn’t move off me, I’ll move her myself.

“I’m not your type, remember?” Her words
come out in a rush, but I’m not so sure she’s backtracking. Just explaining.
It’s not making it much better. “Isn’t this just about sex? I get it, Wolf.
You’re not secretive about your relationship preferences. You don’t have a
girlfriend by choice.
You’re
content
to
bounc
e
from one
girl to the next, and while I’ll never understand that, I’m smart enough to
know I need to shield my heart from you. I have no expectations.”

I know she’s not wrong for say
ing the things
she is, but it still hurts. She
wasn’t supposed to be like the others. Using me for her own release. In every
other situation the “using” was consensual. Girls use me for bragging rights
and a good time while I use them for
the
release
I need.

No
expectations
. What if I
have expectations? I do. I did. The thought of making Lyric come as many times
as possible over the course of this tour came to mind a few times. What if I
don’t want Lyric to shield her heart from me?
Shit.

Realizing I put this on myself, I bite
back my anger and smile. I can’t promise her she’s wrong about me. She’s right
about one thing. I’ve made it no secret that I’m not the type of guy to be with
only one girl. But then why does it feel like she just reached into my chest
and squeezed my heart with her small, unsuspecting hands?

“You’re a smart girl, Lyric.” This time I
manage to roll her off me. I stand and pull my shorts on
before
tak
ing
the three steps
to my tiny closet to grab a shirt. Without a word
,
I leave my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I walk past the bunks and into
the living area to join the rest of the guys in front of the television.

Stryder gives me a knowing glance with a
cock of his eye
brow
, but he doesn’t look happy
about it. He probably thinks I’ve just fucked Lyric and now I’m done with her.
I guess in a way I am, but not by choice. Not at all.

Lyric

My breath leaves with Wolf when he exits
the room, but I know better than to call for him. He play
ed
it off like I didn’t hurt him, but I saw the pang
of emotion in his eyes when I told him I needed to shield my heart from him.
What does he expect? What does he want
me
to expect?
C
onfusion consumes me until we
reach our next destination. I realize I haven’t done shit all day
,
and I’m going to be sorry for it if anything goes
wrong.

“That’s
impossible. I have the reservations right here.” I practically throw my phone
onto the counter and wait for the damn app to load. My cheeks flame as the man
behind the counter stares pit
yingly
at me
while the line of anxious hotel guests
grows
in my shadow.

Crawley is on his phone, pacing at the
entrance of the hotel, trying to find alternat
e
accommodations in case I can’t get this mess sorted out.

“Look!” I tap the screen
,
which shows the confirmation from the hotel.

The man squints at
it
while he types something into his computer and then nods. “There’s
been a mix up, Miss Cassidy. I do apologize. It appears you’ve book
ed
thirty rooms, but we were only able to secure seven.
You never received a call from us?”

“No
.
” I
shake my head violently,
trying
to remain calm
but it’s impossible as I look over my shoulder and see Derrick and Stryder
approach Crawley. They have a heated conversation and then look at me. My face
g
ets
flush
ed all
over again
. I quickly
look
back
at
the man behind the counter. “You need to fix
this. These arrangements were made well in advance. These are VIP guests
who
expect to stay in your hotel.”

The man nods. “Yes,
m
iss. I’m seeing what we can do now. I apologize for
the inconvenience.”

The inconvenience. He has no idea.

“Ah
-
ha,”
he finally says with a smile. “Another room opened up, so that makes eight
rooms for you here. Unfortunately, I do not have any more space, but we have a
sister hotel down the street that would be happy to take the remain
der of your party
.”

“Fine
.
”
I
'm
seeth
ing
.
“Just book it and please provide us with transportation. We’ve already sent the
bus
es
away.”

The man gives me no argument
,
which is smart
. H
e
also acts as if his hotel didn’t just humiliat
e me
at the worst possible time. I push off the counter and meet Crawley at the
door. He pulls his mouth away from the phone and waits expectantly for me to
give him good news.

“Seven can stay here. They’re providing
other accommodations for the rest. Transportation is on its way. I’m so sorry
about this, Crawley—”

“Lyric, don’t start.” His agitated voice
runs over me like cold water as his eyes scan the room. No one seems to be
paying attention to us, but he’s clearly heated because of my fuck up.

“I’ll tell the band they can stay,”
Crawley says. “Rex and I will stay
,
too. Ride
with the others to the hotel and email me with room details.”

I nod and straighten my posture, then
hand him the keycards.
Everything will be
fine.
I breathe. “Will do.”

Just as I’m turning away, Crawley calls
me back. I halt and turn to face his narrowed eyes. A shudder drifts down my
spine as I wait for his words.

“I hoped you would prove me wrong. You’re
here for the tour, not Wolf’s
todger
.” His voice is
low and controlled. “I don’t bloody care who your parents are. A mistake like
this happens again and I’ll see to it that your reputation is permanently
fucked.” He waves a hand, dismissing me as he walks away.

My jaw drops. There it is. Crawley is
officially a dick. It takes all my strength to control my body and mouth from
reacting to his ugly words. I may have fucked up but I didn’t deserve that
shit.

My stomach is in knots by the time I
finally stumble out the door. Our shuttle is slow as hell to arrive, but we
finally make it to the
sister
hotel. I check
everyone in and can’t get to my room fast enough. As soon as I close the door
behind me
,
the sobs heave from my chest
—I've never been so
embarrass
ed
. I fall
in
to my bed and wrap
myself
up
safely
under
the comforter. I can’t wait for this day to be over.

It’s
almost seven when I hear from Wolf. I knew I’d hear from him eventually, but
after everything that went on tonight, I throw my phone across the room instead
of answering it. My eyes are swollen and
red
from
the
tears that refused to let up after
the hotel room disaster, but that was only salt in the wound. I think I fucked
up with Wolf too.

I don’t care if he told me I wasn’t his
type when we first met. He was full of shit. There hasn’t been a time when
we’ve been together
that
he
hasn't
devour
ed
me
with just one look. After my dream last night
,
my own morals went completely out the window. When I walked in on him
masturbating, his eyes closed and fist pumping his erection, I knew he was
thinking about me. I should have walked out before he saw me, but I froze,
unable to take my eyes off his rock hard body and his generous length. Even if
we
'd
tried to have sex, I’m certain his size
would
have
be
en
an obstacle. But fuck me, I like a good challenge. If it weren’t for our lack
of protection, I would have happily exchanged boob sex to have him inside me.

I have n
o doubt the sex would have been
mind-blowing, but where would that
have
left
us when it was all over? Wolf doesn’t do
repeats. I’ve heard it from him and his bandmates. It’s a joke every time a
familiar face tries to
get
close to him. Wolf
doesn’t give girls the wrong impression. He’s straightforward with his favor
toward one-time
fucks
,
and he’s never had an inclination for anything else.

Our flirting was one thing, but when he
put his hands on me, that
was
when it got
real.
When h
is finger slid inside me
,
I knew I never wanted another man’s finger to fuck
me again. Only Wolf’s. How did my heartbreak for
one
man so quickly turn into desire and a deeper, festering connection to another?
My heart should still be healing; instead, it’s thriving
,
and I’m not sure there’s anything I can do to stop it.

Except for Crawley’s words.
Crawley
. He can be such a prick. He has
some nerve threatening my career. Sure, I should have triple
-
checked the hotel arrangements before
our
arriv
al,
something I would have done if I wasn’t getting oral stimulation from the lead
singer
at the time.
B
ut
it was the hotel’s fuck
up. Not mine.

Still, I can’t help but feel like a joke
to the band now. If any of the guys heard me coming beneath Wolf’s magical
tongue, I’m officially a rocker slut. A new low for me, and
I'm
officially the worst
r
oad
m
anager ever. I can see it now. Every fuck up
will be attributed to the fact that I let Wolf put his hands on me. It pisses
me the hell off
,
and that’s why I won’t answer
his
call. That’s why I refuse, from here on
out, to let him get to me.

Wolf’s life was just fine before I came
along. From now on, I’m not stepping foot in his bedroom. I’ll avoid every room
he’s in unless it’s for official business. I’ll kick ass at my job because I’m
great at it, and he’ll kick ass on stage because he’s great at that. He’ll have
his lineup of girls waiting for him at the next show, so it doesn’t matter what
my choice is or how I choose to play this. The important thing is that I put my
focus into my job so my focus isn’t on the many inches of Wolf.

My phone vibrates from the floor, but I
don’t pick it up right away. I
put on
my
workout clothes and head to the gym. For a full hour, I run
nonstop
on the treadmill, cleansing my body—inside
and out—of Wolf. I’m wrecked by the time I make it back to my room and
need a
shower. I allow the warm steam to soak through
my pores and fill me until there’s no room for anything else.

I reach for my phone before hopping into
bed and pulling the covers over my chest.
There are f
our
messages from Wolf. I cringe before opening them, hoping
reading his texts
won’t completely sabotage my detox
efforts.

7:04
PM
 
Wolf
:
You okay?

8:35
PM
 
Wolf
:
Meet me for dinner.

10:20
PM
 
Wolf
:
The guys want to go to the club but I
can’t stop thinking about you. You’re too hard on yourself. No one is mad. Except
maybe Crawley but he’s always a dick. I told that fucker to see a doctor for
his stress. He needs his medication. Call me.

11:35
PM
 
Wolf
:
I need you.

The
last message rips through my guitar
-
string
heart as if he’s holding the strongest set of
pliers
.
Not a single ounce of resistance. I curse my heart. I curse Wolf for tying my
emotions into knots because it was the one thing I was trying to avoid. It was
the entire reason for taking this job.

Another text comes through
.
I hesitate to view it, but it’s screaming at me. I
tap the screen and gasp.

12:19
AM
 
Wolf
:
I’m fucking crazy about you, Lyric. From
the moment we met, you’ve consumed my mind. How do we do this? I’m at a fucking
club and there are tits and ass everywhere, but yours are the only ones I want
in my mouth. Shit. Call me.