ROCK HARD (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) (9 page)

R
ed Rocks Amphitheater was breathtaking
. I walked out onto the stage before sound check with Liam, only the crew and staff buzzing around. The seats were all empty and the big red rocks that flanked the theatre jutted up into a perfect, gorgeous blue sky. It was blistering hot, but there was something sacred about this place that made it completely magical.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like before it had been turned into the amphitheater. It almost made me sad to see it turned into such a public place. Suddenly, I wished more than anything that I was alone with Liam.

I turned to him and saw him staring up at the rocks.

“Hey,” I whispered. He looked over at me, his eyes sharing the silent secret of our time together in the plane. Something inside me stirred when he looked at me like that.

“Yes, luv?” he walked over, sliding his arms around me and pulling me close.

“I have a request,” I asked.

“A song request?”

“No,” I laughed. “Something else. This place is so beautiful. I can’t help but wonder what it was like before everyone else arrived. Do you think after the show we can find somewhere to wander off to alone? Spend some time under the stars somewhere quiet?”

“Quiet? Here? I suppose we can try, luv. Whatever you want. I’ll have Big D go and scout out a good direction for us to get lost in.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“Thank you,” he whispered, brushing my ear with his lips, “for tasting so fuckin’ amazing!”

I laughed, leaning into him. His body was so warm, so solid, so fucking sexy and muscular.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get another taste later,” I winked.

“Maybe?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I replied teasingly.

He reached up with a smile, sinking his fingers into my hair and pulling gently as he whispered into my ear once more.

“I’ll have you beggin’ for my mouth again before the night is through, there’s no maybe about it, luv.” I shivered, desire shooting through my body at his words. He’d found my weak spot, that was for sure. I wasn’t even sure I’d been aware of it myself, until he started telling me what to do and pulling my hair. There was something about him taking charge that way that made me absolutely melt in submission.

At this point, if he kept this up, he was going to have me wrapped around not only his incredible cock, but his little finger too.

Fuck
, I thought, as he released my hair from his grip,
I’m in so much trouble.

Later, watching him perform in front of thousands of adoring fans once more, the hot summer night played out like a movie. I’d never get used to watching this, I thought, as he played the crowd, taunting them, teasing them, practically fucking them with his performance. Look at them, I thought, the women lining the stage looking like they were orgasming as they drank in every inch of Liam above them. They worshipped him, there was no other word for it.

And who could blame them?

He was a fucking God up there.

A passionate, artistic, sensual, panty-dropping God.

A God that I couldn’t wait to fuck again.

I had some worshipping of my own to do, and I’d have dropped to my knees and done it right there in front of everyone, if I wasn’t certain I’d be torn limb from limb by thousands of jealous fans.

Waiting was never my strong suit, and as amazing as the show was, I just wanted it to be over with. But Liam and the boys were obviously in their element tonight, and they played forever, doing three encores before the magic was all over, leaving the crowd going wild in the blistering heat of the hot summer night.

When it was all over, Liam walked right over to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me full on the lips in front of everyone. When he’d done this last night, I’d been too shocked to respond. But now, I didn’t care who was watching, or what they thought, or even about the story. I threw my arms around him, kissing him back passionately, sweat and all.

When he pulled away, my face was covered in his sweat, but I didn’t care.

“Let me take a quick shower, and then we’ll go for that walk,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me away. I felt dozens of pairs of eyes following us, but I ignored them completely, following along behind him with my head held up high and proud.

“
B
ig D said
this area was really secluded out here,” I said. Catherine’s hand was in mine and I led her away from the tour buses and the crowd of people gathered and partying back stage. Big D had tried to escort us, but I’d insisted he stay behind.

The further we traveled away from the lights, the more stars we could see. It was a clear, hot night, the moon hanging high in the sky over us.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Catherine said.

“Not as beautiful as you are,” I said, stopping and pulling her into my arms. We were out of sight of everyone now, and I brought my lips to hers, kissing her gently. My cock stirred in my jeans as she kissed me back fully. She tasted so fuckin’ good, I couldn’t get enough of her.

I pulled away, leading her farther away into the wilderness. Huge rust colored rocks jutted up into the sky around us, throwing shadows on the ground as we made our way around them. We walked around a huge boulder in our path, and I stopped, leaning against it, pulling her close. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair as I hugged her close to me. I kissed her again, her lips soft against mine. Her breasts pressed into me as I slipped my tongue between her lips, prodding, exploring, our tongues tangling together hungrily.

Within moments, our hands were everywhere. Our kiss deepened, our bodies hungry for each other. My lips trailed down to her neck, her soft gasps echoing deliciously in my ears. Dipping my head lower, I kissed her breasts as she arched her back up to me. Her black blouse was so low cut, I only had to move it slightly to expose her hardened nipples. Engulfing one, and then the other, she pulled me closer, moaning softly, the stars twinkling over head, the moonlight illuminating the creamy skin of her perfect breasts.

I reached under her, grabbing two handfuls of her tight bum, and lifted her up onto the boulder. Her thighs spread invitingly and I pushed her skirt up as I lowered my head. Her thighs were toned, perfect, and I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than between them. Trailing kisses along the insides of her thighs, I smiled as she squirmed above me, her hips wiggling with each touch of my lips.

“Liam,” she hissed, her hands on the back of my head, guiding me up her thighs until I found her treasure.

“No panties,” I whispered, “good girl.”

She moaned as my mouth engulfed her completely, my tongue darting out to drink in the delectable pleasure that was already flowing from her sweet pussy. She was so wet, so ready, so fucking willing. I sucked on her clit, and she cried out loudly, her hand on my head pushing me harder into her pussy.

“Yes, Liam, yes!” she cried. I loved hearing my name on her lips. Pushing and pulling and prodding, I sucked on her clit over and over, my tongue flicking against it rhythmically until she writhing against me, pushing her hips towards me with such wanton inhibition that I would have smiled if I could have. Instead, I concentrated on pushing her over the edge, sliding a finger into her as I sucked hard on her throbbing clit, and then another, fucking into her, sliding my fingertips across her g-spot, until she was crying out, her body laid back on the boulder like a goddess offering her body to the moon.

When she was done, I slid my cock inside of her smoothly, her thighs wrapping around me easily, our bodies fitting together like long time lovers. I moved inside of her, her pussy spasming around me tightly, my cock thrusting deeply inside of her, staying there, needing to feel myself completely surrounded by her, by her beauty, by the sweetness of her incredible body.

The heat of the night was scorching, our bodies on fire for lust for each other, and I’d never felt so fuckin’ free in my life as I did standing there naked under the moonlight like a couple of savage animals. There was something about shaggin’ outdoors that made me lose all inhibitions and I fucked into Catherine like there was no tomorrow.

Wild hunger consumed me and as I watched Catherine’s body writhing under me. I hammered my cock into her, fucking her as hard and fast as I could, my hips pounding against her, her pussy spasming around me with every thrust, her sweet pleasure flowing over my cock until we were both so slick with passion and heat and lust that we lost ourselves in the moment, clutching onto each other, our bodies working together perfectly. I lost all sense of myself, my cock pushing deeply into her until the sweet sensation took over, my cock exploding, my pleasure spilling into her forcefully.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, staring up at me as I opened my eyes and looked down at her.

“Is that what you wanted, luv?” I whispered.

“Yes,” she replied. “Wait!” she said, as I began to pull out of her. “Don’t move!”

She wiggled around and found her phone, snapping a picture of me as I was still inside of her.

“What are you doing?”

“You look like a fucking God, with the stars and the moon behind you like that. I wanted a little souvenir.”

I kissed her, my cock swelling again inside of her. She said I looked like a God, but she was the otherworldly one. Her long black locks were tossed wildly about her face, her curves begging for me to touch them again, her perfect tits taunting me. I pressed into her again, the slickness of our sex covering us both, and I began moving again. My cock was hard once more, ready and demanding release again.

“Put that bloody phone away,” I demanded. “I’m not done fucking you yet.”

***

T
he moonlight lit
the path as we made our way back to the bus. We strode back with our arms around each other, smiles plastered to our lust-drenched faces.

Catherine pulled out her phone and showed me the picture she had taken of me.

“See? A fucking God,” she joked.

“I don’t see it,” I disagreed. “I’m just a fuckin’ dirty bloke. You’re the goddess, babe.”

“Oh! I forgot to show you this,” she said, holding her phone up. “I was taking a walk the other day and saw you reading to one of the boys from the hospital. I snapped a quick photo to give to you. See?”

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, declining to mention I’d already seen this picture.

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t following you, I swear. But when I saw you, I thought you might like to have it for yourself. I’m sending it to you now,” she replied, pushing buttons on her phone. “There I sent it.”

I watched her as she texted the photo to me, and then to my surprise, she deleted the photo from her phone. My heart swelled in my chest, and I thought, maybe, just maybe, I could trust her after all.

“Thank you, luv,” I said, pulling her into my arms and kissing her again.

“
H
ow’s the story going
?” Mitch, my agent was on the phone. I’d been sound asleep and tangled up in bed with a snoring Liam when he’d called. I silenced the phone and untangled myself from Liam without waking him up and padded out of the bedroom to talk to him.

“It’s going,” I said, trying to make my voice sound like I hadn’t just woken up.

“How’s Seattle?” he asked.

“Rainy,” I said. We’d left Red Rock late last night, getting on a plane again and flying into Seattle in the early morning hours. The hotel wasn’t too far away from SeaTac, so we had a few hours to crash and sleep in before the show tonight. Liam hadn’t slept much at all the entire time I’d been here, and I was beginning to think he was some sort of fucking machine instead of a real human.

“Any good angles on the story? How are you going to approach this?” Mitch asked, always the professional.

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll figure it out.”

“Have you written anything yet, Catherine? You have a tight deadline on this one.”

“I know. Don’t worry. It’ll happen.”

“I hope you’re right. So what’s Liam Mercury really like? Inquiring minds want to know. Is he really as big of a prick as everyone says?”

“Yes and no,” I replied, exasperation washing over me. Truth was, I had no idea how I was going to approach this. Truth was, I’d been so overwhelmed by my physical attraction to Liam that I’d let myself do the unthinkable - forget why I was there in the first place. In the back of my mind, while Liam’s cock was fucking me every which way, I was aware of this fact, but it hurt too much to admit to myself that I was failing miserably, so I didn’t let the fact fully form in my conscience.

Talking to Mitch didn’t help my head-in-the-sand approach.

“Catherine, are you okay? You don’t sound like yourself at all.”

“I’m fine. I just had a late night, I’m really tired is all.” My body shuddered at the memory of fucking Liam last night, not only outside of Red Rocks but again on the plane and again once we’d made it back here to the hotel.

“Get some sleep. You know I believe in you, Catherine. I’m sure the story will be phenomenal.”

“Thanks, Mitch,” I replied, feeling terrible. I hadn’t written one word yet.

He hung up and I sat alone in the quiet of the early morning, staring out the window, watching droplets of the misty rain cling to the glass before sliding down slowly and disappearing. I sighed deeply, trying to get a grip on my feelings.

Liam was quickly getting under my skin, which was a whole lot worse than getting under my clothes. Not only was he fucking sexy, but he was funny and gentle. If I had to guess, I’d say, by the tone of his kisses this morning, that maybe he was starting to have feelings for me, too.

Everything seemed so out of control now, I had no idea how to stop it. Or if I could. Or, more accurately, if I even wanted to.

Being with Liam felt fucking amazing. I wanted his hands on me and his voice in my head. I wanted the laughter he brought, the passion for life, the way he didn’t give a shit about what anyone thought of him. He was freer than anyone I’d ever met, and there was something about that that made you want to be around it. Made you want to be a part of it.

I shook away the cobwebs, and tried once more to remind myself that I had a job to do. Mitch would lose it, and probably drop me from his roster of writers, if I didn’t get this story right. Rolling Stone would never work with me again, and I’d be blacklisted. I’d already received an advance that I’d used to pay my bills, and they’d surely want me to refund it.

I had no choice. I had to write this story and I had to make it good.

The first thing I had to do was get started, for fuck’s sake.

I fished Callum’s card from my purse and dialed his number. I probably couldn’t talk about Ally in the story, but I could start by showing Liam’s softer side and talk about the charity.

He answered on the first ring.

“Callum, this is Catherine Donovan. Liam Mercury introduced us the other day. I’m doing a story about him for Rolling Stone?”

“Yes, I remember, hello, Catherine.”

“Hi. As Liam mentioned, I’m trying to show a different side of Liam that hasn’t been shown in the media before. I was hoping to talk to you about the charity a little.”

“Sure,” he said. “This isn’t a good time, though. I’m in the middle of something.”

“Okay, when would be good?”

“Can you call me tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, sounds good,” I replied, “talk to you then. If you could get some information ready for me by then, that would be great, too.”

“What do you need?”

“I’d like to know the names and numbers of some of the researchers you’re funding, so I can contact them, as well. Maybe some figures on how much you’ve raised, and how it’s donated.”

“Sure, no problem,” he replied. We hung up, and I sighed, feeling a little better for at least beginning to do my job. Liam stirred in the other room, a low groan escaping from him.

“Catherine!” he yelled out.

“Yes?” I replied, walking into the bedroom. I smiled when I saw the vision greeting me. My rock god lay splayed out, his massive cock standing at attention, his arms and legs spread out completely, like a beautiful, extravagant buffet laid out just for me.

“Fancy a fuck?” he winked teasingly, as his hand reached down, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, waving it around in a delicious, grand offering.

“Don’t mind if I do!” I laughed as I climbed up towards him, slowly making my way to the throbbing beauty between his legs. When my mouth closed around him, he growled - low, guttural, hungry.

“Mmmm….good girl…” he murmured, “good girl…”