Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (18 page)

I take a deep breath and reach for my
notebook under the bed. I flip it open in front of her until it lands on the
last page I wrote in. My eyes are on her as my heart beats wildly in my chest,
watching her reactions to my lyrics about my new favorite subject. Her.

Free Me

My
soul is dark, so dark and deadly

Twisted,
angry, misunderstood

Don’t
get too close, you’re not ready

It’s
all consuming and you’re too good

It’s
deep, this well I’ve fallen into

I’m
caught with dirt beneath my nails

I
dug the hole myself

But
I’m trying to climb, until I realize

You’re
not mine

Free
me, free me

Give
me a reason to climb

Free
me, free me

I
want to make you mine

Free
me, free me

You’re
the only light

Darkness
is cold, so cold and lonely

Blanketing
me with nothing

Except
hollowed hopes and shattered dreams

Your
light is all the reason to sing

Free
me, free me

Give
me a reason to climb

Free
me, free me

I
want to make you mine

Free
me, free me

You’re
the only light

There
are tears in her eyes when she’s done reading
,
and she
shifts
so she’s above me, straddling
my body and looking down at me with a wicked gleam. My dick grows at the sight
—
her curvy body showcased with
the
light from the window filtering in through the
cracks in the blinds. Dust spec
k
s float
beneath the light, but they might as well be flecks of glitter. She’s a fucking
angel. My angel.

I reach for her waist, but she shakes her
head slowly.
S
he places my hands near my head,
her breasts dangling near my mouth. I taste one in passing, causing her to
smile. I lift my head
and
plac
e
my folded hands behind it. “You’re up to
something,” I
say with a
smile.

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she runs
the tips of her fingers down my arms, chest, and stomach. Her eyes flicker to
mine before she leans down
and
press
es
her
lips
directly above my heart. I swear when she does that it
,
it blooms in my chest. All my heart needed was the right ingredients to bring
me back to life. Lyric is my light, my water, my soil, my sun. My eyes graze
over her, appreciating her. I sigh. She’s my everything.

S
he reaches over to my drawer, grabs
another condom, and rolls it over my cock. All the while, I’m consumed by
the
confidence and blinding beauty
in her movements
.

When she lifts up onto her knees and rubs
herself, I move my arms to help her out but put them back when she shoots me a
look that’s playfully fierce. “Hands behind your head.”

I grin, happy to obey. She dips a finger
into herself
,
causing a groan to escape from
deep within me. I fucking love when she does that.

S
he
positions
her body above me and
sinks
down, her head
fall
ing
back
,
sighing at the fullness. I
'll need
all my
concentration if I’m going to last with that sight in front of me. She
begins to move
,
her
hands
pressing against my chest, her back arching at just the right moments, her
breasts full and
begging
to be touched.

When the first bead of sweat rolls down
her forehead
,
I don’t know what comes over me
,
but I have the distinct desire to tell her I love
her. But since it
's
quite possibly motivated
by her bouncing tits and come-face, I hold back. I do, however, begin to feel a
voracious, mind-shattering force taking over my entire body before it numbs me
helpless. It’s followed by a rush of adrenaline as we come together, moaning
and silently screaming each other’s names.

Lyric

Aragon
Ballroom in Chicago is my favorite venue. My dad moved us to the area when I
was twelve. It was the first place, besides the tour bus, I remember calling
home. He had purchased a condo in Chicago, and while he still did light
traveling to record songs and attend events, he was spending time with me. He’d
perform at local venues regularly to keep busy
,
and when he wasn’t performing, we’d attend other shows at the Aragon. I quickly
became well-acquainted with the venue, traveling bands, and staff. It was my
home. They were my family.

It’s late morning when
we arrive at
the venue. The familiar brick exterior
brings back nostalgic feelings of a time that was pure happiness. When my
father took a break from life on the road and made me a priority. For three
years, to be exact. At least he tried. It’s more than I can ever give my mom
credit for.

There’s a line as everyone eagerly makes
their way to the front of the tour bus. Everyone’s hungry and stiff from the
overnight ride. Wolf and I are last in line, our distance a safe few feet from
each other so no one suspects that we spent the entire night having quiet,
intense sex.

Rory holds the door for us while Crawley
and Rex have a heated discussion on the curb. Wolf surprises me by holding me
back, then signals to Rory to close the door. I laugh, trying to figure out
what’s going on.

Once we’re alone, Wolf turns me around
and pulls me into his arms, slamming his mouth against mine. I instinctively
mold myself to his body, turned on by the urgency behind his kiss. It feels
like he’s about to swallow me, the way his tongue sweeps in and glides
seductively over mine. I groan into his mouth and tighten my grip at his sides
before slipping my hands beneath his shirt and up his bare stomach. God, I
could run my tongue along these ridges all day long.

For the past week we’ve managed to keep
our hands off each other
—
except for in
private. The moment the guys go to sleep every night, I slip out of my bunk and
into Wolf’s waiting arms. And during our hotel stays, we only check into one
room. We’ve also limited our club nights, preferring our time alone. Restraint
becomes more difficult every single day because it physically hurts to be near
Wolf without being able to pounce on him.
Moments
alone feel stolen, like we’re on borrowed
time .
 . .
like now.

He scoops me up and sits down on the
couch, placing my legs on either side of him. I press into him, wanting
desperately to release the hungry beast in his pants. It’s not enough that the
friction of his jeans grating
against my sex
is
eliciting my heavy pants. We should be naked.
Now. I want nothing more than to ride him just like this so he can peer up at
me while I take control. I love the way Wolf looks at me when I’m on top. Like
I’m both angel and devil. Pleasing him and torturing him with every movement.

He takes his mouth from mine and brings
slow suction to my neck in a way that always escalates my heart rate until I
feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

“I want you. Now,” I moan.

He growls before biting down and pressing
my hips onto his lap, helping me feel more of him.

“Wolf,” I whine. “Fuck me.”

His mouth comes off my neck
,
and
he
examines
my dress for a second before slipping a finger under the material and landing
on my clit. He rubs it through my underwear, caressing my heat like he’s
consoling it after a bad day. He watches my face morph from need to pleasure
and smiles wickedly. “Not now, baby. I have plans for you later.” He removes
his finger and smooths out my dress.

When he lifts me from him and places me
on my feet, I’m all glares. “Seriously?” My hands
land
on
my hips. “After all that, you’re turning me down?”

“Babe,” he
say
s
with a laugh
, standing and pulling me toward him
again. I don’t want to shiver in his hold, but my resolve is shot after his
rejection. “Work, remember?”

He’s throwing my words back at me. I guess
I rejected him in his dressing room last night before he was about to go on
stage. I pout. But to my defense, I
didn't want
to be responsible for thousands of enraged fans as they waited for his howl.
But he’s not supposed to be the one reminding me that we need to be focused on
the job. He’s supposed to throw me over his shoulder and drag me to his room,
caveman style
,
and make me forget everything
except how awesome his body fits with mine.

My anger drains when I glance into his
soft, caramel eyes. I want to melt into them, even if that means becoming a
sticky, gooey, messy blob of sugar. I can do that. Only for Wolf. “What plans
do you have
,
exactly?” I ask. Because whatever
he has in mind might make me feel a little better.

“
Well
 .
 . .
”
H
e sweeps a lock of hair over my shoulder and
strokes my cheek with his thumb. “I recall promising you a date. So you’re mine
tonight before I go on stage.”

I sigh. “You know I have to work before
you go on stage.”

He smiles. “I’ve taken care of that.
You’re off duty tonight. All you need to worry about is wearing some fuck-hot
heels. I don’t even care what you wear above them because as soon as we’re done
with dinner
,
all you’ll be wearing are those shoes
when I fuck you senseless against the wall.”

Holy shit.

“Sounds like a romantic
date
,” I
say
with a wiggle of my shoulders.

His mouth twists up in a grin. “Baby,
after you see what I have planned for tonight, you’ll have a new definition of
romance.”

I laugh at his promise. “Can’t wait.”

We step off the bus together to face
Crawley
waiting
with his
arms
crossed. Rex is behind him, looking annoyed,
which I get the distinct feeling isn’t aimed at us.

“What were you two doing?” Crawley asks,
his tone accusing.

“Business, Crawley,” Wolf answers
casually.

With a shake of his head, it seems as if
Crawley’s about to let whatever’s bunched up his panties go. Wishful hoping on
my part, I guess. “If you two think you’re fooling anyone on this bus
,
I’d like to be the first to tell you you’re not.”

“Okay, great. Thanks, Crawley.” Wolf pulls
me toward the back entrance of the venue before Crawley can say another word. He’s
radiating some kind of heat
,
and I
can tell
he’s pissed by the confrontation.

“Just ignore him,” I say with a squeeze
of my hand. “He’s not used to seeing you with anyone. Give him time to get over
it. He will.” As I’m saying this, I’m not so sure.

Wolf narrows his eyes. I think he’s about
to argue with me, but then his lips curl up in a smile and he leans in to kiss
me. Crawley walks through the door and I can sense him debating whether
or not
to stop us. When he finally breezes by,
uttering curse words under his breath, our laughter breaks up our lip-lock.

“I’m glad Crawley said something,” Wolf murmurs
into my neck. “Now there’s nothing stopping me from making you scream the next
time I fuck you on that bus.”

Shit.
Every time Wolf and I have had sex
,
it’s been gentle and full of exploration. Always
intense. It’s been perfect. But now, I can’t help but imagine his rough hands
on me as he presses me against the wall and drills into me like a jackhammer.

He squeezes my ass and runs toward the
stage with a huge grin spread across his face.

I
call for a car and head to the hotel before the band is finished with their
sound check. Everyone’s checked in by the time they arrive. I stand there with
the keys, handing them over to each person, as always.

Wolf approaches last, winking at me.

“One key
card
for the
r
ock
g
od,
Wolf,” I say and reach my hand out with a bat of my eyelashes.

He pulls me to him with a grin, causing
others to turn and stare. A rush of excitement licks through me at our public
display. Wolf meant it when he said he was glad everyone knew about us. He’s done
hiding it. “Thanks, babe. I’ll come get you at your room at five
,
okay? I have some things I need to do before we
leave.”

I try to ignore my disappointment. Wolf
and I have been sharing a hotel room since last week. I wasn’t planning to get
my own. “Okay, I’ll text you my room number.”

He kisses me on the cheek and takes off
for the elevator after Derrick and Hedge.
That
was strange.
Wolf never misses an opportunity to trap me in an elevator. I
shrug it off, check into my room, and jump into the shower. Maybe having my own
room is a good thing. I can take as long as I want in here without being mauled
by Wolf’s sexy hands.

Three new text messages are waiting for
me when I
'm done in the shower
. Still wrapped
in my towel, I lay on my bed to go through them.

12:32
PM
 
Asshole
:
Hey, baby girl. Just writing to say I
miss you.

I laugh at the name I programmed for Tony
in my phone.
Is he for real?

12:46
PM
 
Asshole
:
I fucked up. I’m going to make this
right.

Oh,
hell no you won’t.

I block his number. The next message is
from Wolf, asking for my room number. I quickly reply and put all thought into
preparing for our date.

At five on the dot, I’m in my short
,
flower-print skirt and light, faded jean jacket
when the knock sounds at my door. Even after spending every day of the past
week with Wolf, the little flutters still come alive in my chest at the thought
of him. I open the door. And the sight of him.
Holy shit.

He’s standing there dressed in ripped
jeans, a thin white V-neck shirt, and a navy blazer with the sleeves rolled over.
Wolf is out-of-this-world good
-
looking, and
even more so when he smiles at me like he is now.

“Beautiful,” he says.

He’s eyeing me
,
too, so I make a point to twirl and lift a foot when I’m done, pointing to a
heel. Just as promised. “You like?”

His eyes blaze as he hungrily takes me in.
I know he’s imagining what he wants to do to me later
,
and it makes me grow hot under his spell. “I approve,” he
says
in
all
seriousness.

I take a step forward and drag my hand
down his chest, never pulling my eyes from his. “You look good enough to eat.”
Then I slip my arms around his waist under
neath
his blazer. “I know this is our first date and all, but I’m really hoping you
aren’t going to make me sleep alone tonight.”

His amused smile illuminates his entire face
,
and
 
h
e
leans his forehead against mine. “Oh no, babe. I have plans for you.” Then he
brings his mouth against my ear. “All night.”