Heartbreaker: A Second Chance Rockstar Romance Page 13

  He started slow at first, letting me adjust to the size of him and how he filled me. Then, he went harder, faster, keeping pace with his mouth and his tongue as he did so, both of us moaning and gasping against each other.

  We were both already so turned on that it didn’t take long for the two of us to climax at the same time. I was screaming out Ash’s name as he pulled out and came on my breasts. I cherished the wave I felt going through the both of us as Ash exited, still continuing to kiss me.

  “You know what, baby doll?” he asked when the two of us had come down from the high of the moment.

  “What?”

  “I wouldn’t mind doing that for the rest of my life.”

  “Oh, shut up, rockstar.”

  “Anything for you, princess.”

  22. (Lillian)

  The next morning, I woke up wrapped in Ash’s arms and tangled in the sheets. I felt calm and blissful for the first time in a while, and though I would have been content to stay there forever, my stomach had other plans.

  “Not now,” I groaned as it grumbled, wriggling myself around in Ash’s arms to face him. He was sleeping so peacefully, and like this, he looked more like the lost prince of a fairytale than a rockstar. I hated to be the one to disturb his dreams, but I was terribly hungry, and not the best at making breakfast foods. That, and I would probably burn his kitchen.

  I sucked it up and poked him smack in the middle of the forehead. I was craving those pancakes he made for me that other morning. He groaned but didn’t wake up, so I poked him again.

  “Ash, Ash, baby, I’m hungry,” I said, poking him on his forehead, his cheeks, his stomach. He swatted at my hand and rolled over, now leaving me without a source of warmth or the prospect of satisfying this hunger anytime soon.

  “Ash,” I whined, finally deciding that the best tactic would be to tickle him.

  I squeezed his sides, and he jumped up with a yelp.

  “Someone’s ticklish,” I said, teasing.

  Ash swatted at me playfully. I giggled and moved out of the way, but he was after me in an instant, chasing me out of the bedroom with a pillow in hand while I squealed in delight.

  “And that someone also wanted to sleep more!” he called after me.

  I laughed as he chased me around in circles around the couch, finally catching up and wrapping me up in his arms.

  He swung me around to land on his lap as he sat down with a decided, “Harrumph.”

  “I was hungry,” I whined again, puppy dog face and all. “And I want your pancakes!”

  “I knew I shouldn’t have made you those pancakes before. Now you’ll always be asking for them.”

  “I think the rewards are well worth the consequences,” I said with a coy smile, landing a quick kiss on his lips before standing. “Now come on; I’m starving.”

  As Ash made us both breakfast, we decided to broach the subject of a relationship.

  “Do you want to be in one?” he asked after I brought it up. “Be exclusive, I mean; only dating each other.”

  “I don’t think it would be much different from what we already have, and yeah, that would be nice. But only if you’re up for it.” I added on the last part quickly, worried that I might make Ash feel cornered and then he would back down.

  “Lillian, I think you’re something really special, and I’m not going to let that go,” Ash said, flipping the set of pancakes he was on. “You make me feel something I haven’t felt in a long while, and I think that deserves an exclusive relationship, at least.”

  I blushed, looking down at the table. “Then let’s go for that.”

  “It’s not going to be easy, though, you know,” he said, and I looked back up.

  “Aren’t all relationships a little difficult?”

  “That’s…not what I mean. I still have a lot of stuff I’m working on, Lillian; you know that. I want to be a better man for you, but that might take some time. And…there is the matter of me going on tour. Now that the band has had more success, I am going to have to travel to play shows. I know you have a job and a life here, so I’m not asking you to come with me, but during those times, we’re definitely going to be apart.”

  “We’ll call,” I offered, and Ash only smiled in response.

  “We’ll try, Lillian. Long distance is difficult, unpredictable.”

  “You’re not going to be gone all the time.”

  “I know. And that’s why I’m determined to make it work. And—” He left his post at the stove, walking over to where I was and planted a kiss on my forehead. “—to make the most of the time that I am here.”

  I giggled, entwining my fingers in his hair and pulling him close to kiss me.

  “Your pancakes are burning,” I whispered, but Ash just shushed me.

  “You, my little gremlin, are way better than pancakes.”

  The last story in my series on Ash was a large success. Mainly because of how intimately it portrayed him, the raw emotion the images were able to capture. I had chosen to do this story on the genuine off-stage Ash, not being quite satisfied with our adventures around New York City. I wanted the real Ash, the candid Ash, the Ash that only I saw.

  So I had continued to take pictures of him, some with my phone for matters of convenience, and the result was extraordinary. Because for the first time in any of his photographs, Ash looked completely and wholly human. Laughing. Tearing up. Flipping pancakes on a stove. These were all human images, and so they grounded him among the realm of mortals, painted him as intricate and close. Painted him exactly as I saw him now.

  1. (Sebastian)

  I sighed as I hung up the phone. My friends wanted me to come out with them, and they were doing everything they could to try to convince me. They meant well; they wanted to help me get over Lillian—the girl who had left me in shambles. But what I needed was just a bit more time. After all, we had more history than just a fling. Rejection just wasn’t something I processed and got over in just a day or two.

  Annoyed by the constant nagging and prodding, I decided to finally give in. I massaged my temples at the thought of the night to come and what spending it with them would mean. They would most likely drag me out to one of the fancy nightclubs where I was VIP. Hopefully we wouldn’t be going to one of the more niche clubs that I secretly indulged in.

  It’d since been a while that I dabbled in those interests. Really, I would’ve enjoyed exploring them with Lillian, but thinking about it made me feel sick. There was nothing to do but wait these strange emotions out and see what the world might throw my way.

  The world was in a pleasant mood that day because something quite unexpected happened. It started like any other clubbing experience; we pre-gamed at a friend’s place, called a cab, and made our way half-drunk into the lounge. It was boys’ night, so we grabbed the VIP section upstairs; it came complete with our own bar and drinks. Grabbing a gin and tonic (it was my staple), I peered over the balcony to observe the crowd on the dance floor.

  The music was loud and the drink the bartender made was just made a bit too sweet for my taste, so I held it absent-mindedly. My friends all abandoned me as soon as we entered—so much for trying to set me up. I wouldn’t fault them for their interests though; they were all just as thirsty as I was. I took another sip of my drink, making a mental note to cancel my membership with this club. My money should be spent on somewhere with better music…and a better drink menu.

  Then another group of girls walked in, drawing my attention. At first glance, there was nothing particularly special about them, or their group for that matter. There were four of them, dressed in typical club-goer attire, all looking attractive with their makeup and hair—but I locked eyes with one of them in particular. There was an innocent and delicate look to her—fine bones, large eyes, long dark hair, and lashes that could be made out even from my position. Dainty rose-gold jewelry adorned her supple wrists and neck. The white lacy dress she wore almost made me feel like she didn’t belong in this place.

>   Almost.

  That dress was tight. It accentuated her curves in all the right places, and that neckline dipped dangerously low, although the lace edges made it seem much higher at first glance. The back of her dress was open, crisscrossed with straps that showed off her figure even more. And the way she moved—she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly how much power she had over everyone in the room, and she wasn’t afraid to use it, despite her innocent appearance. We made eye contact again, and she sauntered her way into the crowd.

  I only had a split second to make up my mind—so I was going to talk to her, and maybe buy her a drink. But I was definitely going to take her home tonight. It’d been a while since I did things like this for fun, so what better time to get back into the swing of things.

  I kept my gaze on the girl as I made my way down the stairs and onto the main floor of the club. I weaved through all the people until I came upon her and her friends. I was a bit reluctant at first to approach them, but there was such a magnetizing pull that I couldn’t shake it. They all giggled as I smiled at them, saluting each one before turning to her. God, she was even more breathtaking up close.

  “Is it alright if I buy you a drink?” I asked. I didn’t hide the suggestive undertone of wanting much more than that.

  She winked at her friends, and they all giggled. I had earned their respect by approaching their little nest, their little duckling eager for the taking. She took my offered arm and angled herself towards me in a way that made my body feel hot.

  “Of course. I’d love to have you buy me a drink,” she said.

  I guided her over to the bar and ordered an old fashioned for myself and a strawberry daiquiri for my new companion. I let my gaze run lazily up and down her body before returning to her eyes—resting briefly on her perfect rosebud mouth.

  “You’re quite a sight, you know,” I stated.

  She giggled before leaning forward ever so slightly as the two of us stood by the bar.

  “Oh, is that right?”

  “Yes. When you came into the club and I saw you from across the room, I had to come over. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

  “I’ve been told…” she blushed, “but please, do go on.”

  “I wasn’t prepared for how…” I looked her over one more time. “…charming you would be.”

  She made a small sound of pleasure, and took a step closer, laying a hand on the lapel of my expensive black velvet suit.

  “If I had known I would be approached by someone as flattering as you, I would have put a little more effort into my outfit.”

  I laughed a sensual and seductive laugh. One of my hands resting on the small of her back, I pulled her in ever so slightly, close enough so I could feel the heat radiating off her.

  “Believe me, you’re perfect just the way you are…for now, at least.”

  She laughed again. I wasn’t usually one to be this direct, save for playing games and wasting time.

  “And what is that supposed to mean?” she asked.

  “I think you know perfectly well what that’s supposed to mean,” I teased back.

  My thumb was now rubbing small circles into her skin, completely instinctual.

  She looked up and gave me a puppy dog stare. “Well, I at least need your name first.”

  Fuck. This girl is going to be the death of me.

  “It’s Sebastian. And what’s your name?”

  “Bella,” she replied, “but you can feel free to call me anything you’d like.”

  “How about mine for the night?”

  “We’ll see,” she gave me a raised eyebrow as the bartender handed us our drinks.

  “I’m going to go back to where my friends are. You wouldn’t happen to want to join us, would you?” I asked. “It’s in the VIP area.”

  I beckoned her in a teasing manner, and I pointed to the VIP lounge where we were all sitting.

  “A VIP lounge? How very classy,” Bella teased back, nudging me with her shoulder. “I would love to join you in your very classy VIP lounge, Sir Sebastian.”

  I put an arm around her shoulder and led her through the crowd, up the stairs of the balcony. Being a gentleman, I helped her find a spot on the plush black sofa where our table was and sat down beside her. I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other and nursed the drink in my hand nonchalantly. I’d almost forgotten I had a little companion, and I was pleased to find her blushing as I looked down at her.

  “So, you were watching me from up here then?”

  “I couldn’t help it. I was drawn to you the moment you walked in.”

  “Were you?” She took a sip of her drink, keeping eye contact as she did so.

  She set her drink down on the table and angled herself towards me again. Her hands were on her knees, and her arms propped up her breasts. She looked up at me through those thick lashes; a look half-innocent and half-devious flashed on her face. She knew she had just as much power over me as I did with her.

  I couldn’t help but imagine that expression on her face if she were on her knees in front of me, looking up, and doing everything I asked of her.

  “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

  I tried to conceal the words, but Bella heard them, and she smiled victoriously.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “We both know; you don’t need to play dumb.”

  “Why?” she asked, leaning farther forward.

  In that moment, I was surprised I could restrain myself at all. She wanted me. And the fact that I wanted her made her want me even harder.

  “Because.” I set my glass down and placed one hand on her knee, whispering in her ear, “You make me want you, and it’s unbearable. And you know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

  Bella shivered with delight. “Is it really wrong of me to use my natural charms?”

  I pulled away for a second and surveyed her again. Bella smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side.

  “It’s wrong to take pleasure in how they torment me,” I replied.

  “Well, then I’m very wrong indeed.” She giggled girlishly.

  “We may have to remedy that,” I said.

  My finger found its natural place under her chin and guided her eyes to make direct eye contact with me.

  I whispered, “But for now, I’m enjoying it.”

  She made a little humming sound, and I considered kissing her for a moment. I decided against it because I knew when we got there that there wouldn’t be any substantial conversation for the rest of the night. At least, not any that would help me get to know her more. The urge to leave her as just a name and a body flashed across my awareness.

  I felt a slight sense of betrayal that I couldn’t seem to shake off. But, to be honest, the night was unfolding with much promise of good things to come, so I gave her a sly look instead and withdrew my touch from her. I took my position of dominance once again, detached from any woman who might sit beside me. Bella pouted, but she didn’t make any more moves to initiate anything. I found that this turned me on more than anyone’s forwardness ever had.

  “We’ll get to that later.” I glared at her through my slightly turned face. “For now, I want to know more about you.” A sense of coy curiosity was exactly what I presented.

  “What would you like to know?” she asked, her eyes flickering suggestively down.

  “Let’s start with the basics. What do you do here in New York, Bella?”

  “Hmm…if I answer your question, will you answer mine?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  “How about I’ll decide that after you give me what I want first.” I let my voice become low, controlling. I could see the way Bella reacted, shivering with avidity. I continued, “If I find your answers satisfactory, I will let you ask a question or two.”

  “I see how it is, Sebastian.” She said my name with a purr. “I grew up in the countryside, not too far from the city, and I’m here studying fashion and
visual arts at Parsons. Does that answer your question?”

  “Hmm…and what are you doing here specifically?”

  “At the club, or in the lounge with you?”

  “Both.”

  “It’s a Friday night, and we’re here just having fun after a stressful week. And as far as for why I’m up here…well…what can I say? A handsome man invited me, and I found I couldn’t say no.”

  I gave her a half-faced smirk, reveling in her compliment. “Feel free to ask a question now.”

  “Oh yeah? What is it that you’re doing here?”

  “Did you just steal my question?”

  “I don’t know if that would count as ‘stealing.’”

  “You just asked the same question I did. I thought you would be more original than that, Bella.”

  “Well, it was such a good question. How about you try answering it?” she was becoming even more bewildered. I liked to keep an air of secrecy.

  “Are you telling me what to do?” I raised my eyebrows, folded my arms across my chest, and looked down at her.

  “If I was, would you be mad?”

  “Depends on the situation, darling.”

  “Answer the question.”

  “I suppose I shouldn’t leave a lady awestruck. I’m here because my friends dragged me out, kept calling me out for being a workaholic and wanted me to have some fun like the old times.”

  “Is there a reason you stopped having ‘fun’?”

  I shook my head, wanting to avoid the question. “That’s not a question to broach tonight, trust me. I’d rather focus on you.”

  I found myself unable to contain the intense lust writhing up inside me. I wanted her—desperately. That delicate little frame made me want to wrap my hands all around her, see if I could fit her whole waist from tip to finger. And I wanted her under my body. I wanted her hands tangled in my hair. I wanted to hear her voice squeal my name.

  I grabbed her knee again and placed my other hand on her back and leaned in just to stop momentarily at her lips. The gravity between us lingered for one moment of intense unbearable lust. I leaned in and kissed her, sweetly, then more aggressively. She responded to my eagerness in kind, letting me guide her to fit properly against my mouth; her hands traveled up my back, and I let her dig her nails into my skin.