Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (20 page)

My dick is already positioned perfectly
to take her, although I still have to manage to put a condom on. Damn it.

“Wolf,” she says, and I’m terrified—
terrified
that she wants to wait until we’re in our hotel
room in private. My dick flinches, as if readying itself for the pain to follow
her rejection. But when she speaks, she pants. “No mercy. Give it to me hard.”

“Your wish is my command, babe.”

I snake a condom on as fast as physically
possible, ensure she’s ready—which she is—and slide into her. With her back propped
up against the wall, I support her head with one palm and her ass with the
other.

Every stroke of my tongue in her mouth
comes with a powerful thrust. And then I separate our mouths to look down. Her
skirt hides my view so I maneuver it a little, folding it up into her
waistband. And fucking hell. There it is. I’m going to blow so fast. Massive
amounts of control are needed as I slow down my movements and watch every inch
of my cock disappear between her folds. My stomach muscles tighten as I pull
out just as slowly as I entered. Her juices are wrapped around my hard dick,
shimmering in the light from above us. When I push back into her, she moans,
telling me I’ve hit a homerun. It’s too much.

Lifting my eyes from the show below, I take
my hand from her head and unbutton her jacket, exposing her plump breasts.
Every bit of Lyric is so damn beautiful. I plant my face between her tits,
close my eyes, and resume my powerful thrusts into her.

Usually I can control these situations. I
can aim and shoot at my target with perfection, but not tonight. I’m inside
her, but the build-up isn’t in my control; it’s my control that’s lacking
because I’m practically blinded by Lyric’s insane beauty and sexual dominance.
She’s pinned against the wall, her arms are around my neck, and she’s kissing
me with as much abandon as I’m kissing her—but when she starts grinding, she weakens
my thrusts. I let her have control.

I’m so attuned to Lyric’s wants and needs;
it goes against everything I’ve ever believed in when it came to meshing sex
with feelings. My badass rocker image is most definitely in question, but for
Lyric, I’ll make the sacrifice.

She tugs at my hair, and I send myself
deeper into her until I’m seeing stars. She calls my name and I call hers back
as my final thrusts bring us both unraveling into each other.

Lyric

We
can’t get enough of each other. For the month, we lock ourselves in rooms when
we’re not working and flirt from across open spaces when we are. It’s not all
about the sex
,
either, which is the most
surprising part. We’re writing together. Sometimes we’re naked and teasing each
other while we scribble in our notebooks, but we’re productive about it. He’s
taken a few of the songs to the guys
,
and they
get riled up each time. I can almost feel their itch to get back into the
practice studio to hear how it all sounds.

And that’s why I have a surprise for
them.

We arriv
e
at the Los Angeles venue earlier than normal this morning
.
The
E
ast
C
oast leg of
the tour is over
,
and we’re wrapping up the
final few shows in California. As we near the venue,
I
catch
a glimpse
of Salvation Road posters
hanging from the surrounding fence. Tony’s band. My ex. It doesn’t bother me
like it would have a month ago. In fact, it makes me giddy to
know
that loser didn’t get the best of me. Wolf has
all of me, good and bad, and it’s all damn perfect. Ignoring the remaining
posters with Tony’s face on them, I focus on the surprise I have in store for
the guys.

I disregard the grumbles from the band
and dodge Wolf’s paws
, which
are clawing at me
to come back to bed. “Who says you get to change the schedule on us? This is
supposed to be morning sex time,” Wolf growls. “Look at this.” He strokes his
massive erection furiously.

I just laugh. “Not now, babe. Get up and
meet us outside. I’ll take care of you later.”

He mutters something
,
but I’m already out the door and meeting Crawley
at the bottom of the bus steps. He’s the only one who knows what I’ve been up
to. Somewhere along the way, he realized there was nothing he could do about
the relationship brewing between Wolf and me, and although I know he’s pissed
about it, he’s backed off. I’m still not even sure what to call it, but our
attraction for each other is completely out in the open. It’s hard to hide intense
bus sex. Everyone’s just happy we have a private room instead of a bunk.

Wolf is the last one off the bus, a sour
look on his face, but he approaches me anyway, moves around me
and
wrap
s
his arms
around me from behind. “This better be worth the ice water I just had to toss
on my dick.”

My eyes go wide as I look back at him,
and I
just
can’t help it. I burst into
laughter and
spin
around.
Reaching up on
my tiptoes, I kiss his nose and
smile. “I promise it will be. Come.”

He groans as I tug him toward the
backstage entrance. “Don’t remind me.”

The guys follow us past security and out
onto the open stage. The road crew is already setting everything up for us. I
spread
my arms
wide
and smile at the guys. “You have two hours of practice time. I’ve set it up at
every venue
where
we can afford the time. No
charge. It’s up to you if you want to use it.” Then I get a blast of
insecurity. What if the last thing they want is to work before a huge show?
Shit.

Hedge lets out a holler. “Fucking yes
!
”

Stryder picks me up and spins me
around
. “You’re a mind reader, Lyric. We need
this.” He pats Wolf’s shoulder in passing
,
and
the rest of the band follow him to the stage. All but Wolf.

Wolf is staring at me, a new look in his
eyes.

“You’re happy?” I ask him, hopefu
l
.

There’s a tug at his lips
,
and I know his response before he pick
s
me up and wrap
s
my legs around his waist.

“You’re incredible, you know that?”

I tilt my head, unable to keep the smile
from my face. “Well, if the rock star says so, it must be true.”

He grins. “Damn straight. Give me those
lips.” He plants his mouth on mine and kisses me so hard it makes my head spin.
I kiss him back
,
running my fingers through
his unruly hair. I love the way I feel in Wolf’s arms. Every single time we’re
together
,
he makes me feel this way. He shows
me he’s nothing like the rumors. Nothing like how he admits he used to be. He
shows me I’m his, and proves he’s worthy to be mine. I never want him to
let
me
go
. Not this
moment. Not ever.

It’s a good few minutes into our make-out
session before we hear Derrick calling to
Wolf
from the stage. He groans as he pulls away. “I’m going to fuck you crazy-hard
tonight. Get ready.”
H
e places me down on
wobbly legs and runs to the stage with his famous wolf cry.

I haven’t seen the guys have this much
fun since our first nights out together. After the monotonous schedule they
deal with on a daily basis, the excitement
wanes
unless they’re on the stage. Listening to them collaborate on the instrumentals
gives me my own high. Seeing Wolf smile in general lights my world, but
watching him laugh and be playful with the guys is like getting a heavy dose of
endorphins shot straight into my veins.

The
show is the best the guys have
done
in a
while, and it may be due to how relaxed the
y
were during the day. As much passion as they have for the music, there are
times when it begins to feel like a job, and that’s when the stress creeps in.
There’s so much energy radiating from them as they leave the stage
;
I know the rest of our evening consists of a club
and copious amounts of alcohol.

Wolf is
attached
to
my neck the entire way to the bar, whispering all the things he wants
to do to me when we get back to the hotel. I’m quivering with desire by the
time we
get out of
the car. His hand never
leaves mine as we’re pulled from a back entrance into the VIP lounge. We order
bottles for the table and rounds of shots
to
be delivered. We slam the first round back before Wolf pulls me to a section of
the
couch
where
I
can
sit
on
his lap.

Melanie bounces over a while later
and
pull
s
me to my
feet. “Let’s dance.” She peers over my shoulder to a glaring Wolf. “Calm down,
Wolfman
, I’m borrowing your girl. I promise not to touch
her naughty places.”

He winks at her and puckers his lips at
me. “Have fun.”

Melanie
leads
me downstairs to the dance floor. Our bodies move to the club beats, elation
coming over me as the alcohol hits. I’m definitely buzzing. When an arm wraps
around me from behind, I smile, surprised that Wolf decided to brave the crowd.
Surely Crawley will not be okay with this. Or Rex.

When I catch Melanie’s horrified face,
fear clenches tightly in my chest. I spin around to find a familiar face
grinning down at me. It’s not Wolf. The
nearly
black
eyes staring back at me belong to the man who broke me. At least I thought he
did. It’s completely clear to me that he
didn't
because he
was never
the one
.

Tony Rain, lead singer of Salvation Road,
which
is now ranked somewhere near Wolf
o
n the charts, is right in front of me. “Hey
,
sweet pea.” He’s still smiling as if I didn’t
catch him fucking my best friend.

The
blood
begins to boil in
my veins. “Get off me
.
”
I shove him away. “What are you doing here?” I
'm
fu
ming but
then decide I don’t care and make a
move to leave the dance floor.

“Sweet pea, stop
.
”
H
e rushes after me,
yanking
my arm and spinning me
around
.

Shit,
that hurt.
I rub my arm,
glaring at him.

“Our show was last night
,
and we stayed to watch Wolf. I knew you were
working his tour. I wanted to see you. Didn’t you get my messages?”

Before I know what I’m doing, I throw my
palm across his cheek. I wish I could hear the crack my hand makes against his
skin, but the dance music is too loud. At least I can see the pain he suffers
in response. “Get your hands off me
.
” I walk
off.

“Lyric!” he roars, coming after me again.
This time he grabs my neck through my hair
,
and I
swear to God I
feel a clump of hair
tear away from my scalp
.
What the fuck?
He must be drunk or out of his mind or both. “It’s
over. Between Joanna and me. It’s over.”

I wait for him to release my neck and
swivel around again. “That’s too fucking bad, Tony, because you two are meant
for each other
. Don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, don’t
message me, don’t come near me. Get the fuck away.” I shove him with both hands
,
but he only teeters a little.

When I turn to leave again, I run into a
wall. Or Wolf’s chest. His eyes are on fire
,
and
he's
staring over my head at Tony.
Shit
. No. This cannot be happening. “She
asked you to leave her alone.”

Tony’s laugh sends shivers racing up my
spine. “If it isn’t the big, bad Wolf. Please don’t tell me you’re fucking my
woman. I will certainly kick your ass.”

I look back at Tony, appalled at his
audacity.

“You lost the right to talk to Lyric when
you stuck your dick in some bimbo. Get the fuck out of here before I have you
thrown out, you prick.”

Tony throws
back
his shaved head and laughs again. Then he reaches for my elbow and leans
in. “C’mon
,
sweet pea. Let’s talk. I miss you,
babe.”

I can feel the heat raging beneath Wolf’s
shirt
,
and
I
look up, terrified
of
what’s coming. It all
happens in slow motion. Wolf
shifts
me to the
side, balls his hand into a fist
,
and cocks
his arm back before slinging it forward into Tony’s pretty nose.

Blood
sprays
everywhere, but Wolf isn’t finished. He steps forward, wrapping his thick
fingers around Tony’s neck and bringing his face
in
close
. “She’s mine now, asshole. You hear that? You come near her again,
I’ll rip your tiny fucking dick off.”

A
wave
ripples
through
the crowd as security pushes their way through. Rex gets to us first and pulls
Wolf away. He grabs Tony by the arms and nods his head toward the exit. “Go.”
His voice is deeper than I expected. Shit. I think that’s the first time I’ve
heard the man speak.

“Babe, let’s go,” I call to Wolf with a
tug on his hand.

He
release
s
Tony’s neck,
causing him to
stumbl
e
backward into the crowd
as he
gasp
s
for breath. Wolf grabs my
hand
,
and we’re out the back entrance so fast
my head spin
s
. We find a driver smoking near
the exit of the club and ask him for a ride to the hotel.