Page 10 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss (Soul Sounds Brothers #4)

Lucas

“Chicago!”

The crowd goes wild.

“How we feelin’ tonight?”

From the sounds of their cheers, the answer is “good.” I cast a look back at the band. Everyone’s getting ready for the next song in our set. Chase is patting himself down with a towel while Dylan and Jay hand off their instruments to their techs in exchange for new ones.

“We are too,” I say, leaning into the mic. “We’ve got a fucking show for you. A real fucking show. We wouldn’t do any less for twenty years of Soul Sounds!”

Twenty years. Most of these people have probably been fans for less than that, but it doesn’t matter. They’re here now.

I look over my other shoulder at the backup singers. The three of them look like a girl group from the sixties gone haywire in the best way, standing at the ready on their riser. My eyes meet Mika’s and I see a sly smile perk up on her lips.

This woman will be the death of me.

“Let’s do it,” I say to the audience and Chase knows that’s his cue to start ripping on the drums for “Visitor”.

I always love playing Chicago. It’s a music town to its core and Midwesterners are maniacs. And this show… it feels special.

As the song spirals like smoke from a cigarette, I feel like we sound the best we have all tour. My voice melds with the backup singers, but I can pick Mika’s out without hesitation. Hers soars above the rest.

Last night was… incredible. Not to sound like a player, but I’ve slept with a lot of women and that was most certainly one of the best. It was just so easy to get in sync with Mika.

Maybe it has something to do with the music, with our rendition of “Vicky” at the concert last night.

Or maybe it’s something deeper than that.

If I think too hard about it, I’ll get sentimental and we can’t have that. It was a one-time thing.

I have to admit, though, I hope it’s not just a one-time thing. I mean, why not? We’ve kept our travels a secret this far. How hard would it be to keep a little action a secret too?

Mika left the hotel before I did early this morning when she could be sure Crystal and Lee would be too far gone to notice her get on her bus. And I followed. I wasn’t so lucky with being sneaky, though. Immediately upon getting on the bus, I was greeted by Ken, much to my surprise.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed and grouchy.

“Hm? Early morning run,” I grumbled back. We had enough of a rapport where he knew not to question us and our habits. “What are you doing here?”

Ken was seated at the table, leg propped up on the booth. He had his laptop open before him and swiveled it around to face me. It was an article with a picture of Mika and me from the concert; the title read “Soul Sounds Surprise Slays Smashville.” “You’re adding ‘Vicky’ to the set,” Ken says.

I have always liked that Ken just cuts to the chase. He tells it like it is and says what he means. I tried to hide my excitement at the news. “With Mika on the Kesha part?”

“You got it,” Ken replied. He was drinking a green smoothie and had chia seeds stuck in his teeth. “I’ve watched the recording like five times. You guys sounded like–” He kissed his fingers.

“Sounds good,” I said with a soft smile.

“But let’s be clear, kid,” Ken went on, eyebrows raised. “I know the music can make things a little mushy gushy and get you revved up. Remember: the girls are off limits.”

I played it off and gave him a look like he was crazy. “As if I’d ever.”

“I know! I know. You’ve always been the goody two shoes. And that’s saying something considering the predicaments you’ve gotten yourself into,” Ken muttered to himself.

We were off to Chicago soon after that and now, here we are, for a two-night engagement at the Chicago Theatre. An old venue with the landmark sign right on State Street.

The guys and I decided earlier to poise “Vicky” toward the end of the set, right after “Snake in the Grass” so the crowd is hyped already.

Mika’s been wringing her hands since I told her about it during soundcheck.

I did my best not to reach out and touch her to give her some encouragement.

After last night, it’s hard not to imagine the feeling of her up against my chest. Instead, I opted for, “You got this,” and nudged her arm with my knuckle.

I felt like an idiot walking away from her.

“We have a special addition to our set after our show in Nashville last night and–”

The crowd doesn’t even let me finish. They already know what to expect. And they want it so fucking bad.

“Guess it needs no introduction,” I say with a glimmering smile.

I look over to Mika who is tentatively coming downstage to meet me.

It’s hard to believe she can be so demure when just last night she was wildly riding me in a hotel room.

I love her duality. It’s what makes her so…

intriguing. “Ready?” I ask her away from the mic.

Her shyness immediately fades away and her eyes narrow. “Let’s do this.”

Somehow, it’s even better than the performance in Nashville.

Just as electric, but this time freer. We play off each other better.

Mika is looser. At one point, I drop off the harmony completely because she’s just so powerful.

I give the audience a look and gesture to her as if to say, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing? ”

They are. And they love her.

When the song rumbles to its close and we’re singing together, our eyes lock and I feel my cock twitch in my tight leather pants.

Mika’s got a power over me I don’t know how to explain.

She’s got me in the palm of her hand and she knows it.

At the end of the song, she prowls up to me and tilts her head back.

Her lips bathed in red would be so easy to kiss right now. Resist… resist…

“Give it up for Mika Robertson!” Thank God I have an opportunity to break away. If she’s so set on having last night be a one-time thing, she can’t act like a minx around me. It’ll drive me crazy.

We finish the rest of the show, do our encore, and then stroll offstage with our normal hubbub. Since I went out last night, the guys are cooler with me. They aren’t even mad I disappeared. I don’t even know if they remember I disappeared. Regardless, we stand in a circle and bathe in the glory.

“Gotta say, Ken was right,” Dylan says, ticking his neck to the side to get his hair out of his eyes. “’Vicky’ is a perfect addition to the set.”

“Yeah, Mika fucking rocks, dude,” Jay adds.

“ Don’t ,” Chase says, pinching him on the arm.

“What?!”

“Off-limits, bro,” Chase replies, waggling his eyebrows.

My gut twists. I know she’s contractually off-limits, but deep inside, I feel like she’s off-limits because she’s mine. Not my girl, but my friend. My chaperone. No one else can monopolize her time. At least, I don’t want anyone else to.

They start to chatter about going out tonight and slink off toward their dressing rooms. I linger behind them, letting them get further and further away. I need to talk to Mika, but I’m not sure where she went off to. I want to tell her about how I feel. How much I want her and–

Before I can, I feel someone tug on the belt loop of my pants harshly. I get pulled into a dark closet and I have so many questions until I feel a pair of lips on mine and hands running down my slick chest. Mika.

She latches onto me, hands in my hair. It’s so easy to give into her. I indulge her kisses, wrap my hands around her ass and press my pelvis to hers. I imagine her wetness. I think about being inside her and think I could faint.

“It’s not fair,” she says before kissing my neck.

“What isn’t?” I say, although it comes out stilted.

Mika nibbles the soft skin of my neck. I cup her head and let out a soft whimper. Her hands slide down my chest to the waistband of my pants; she tucks her fingers inside against the v of my abs. “It’s not fair you’re so fucking hot,” she finally answers, lifting her head up.

Her lipstick is smeared across her cheeks and chin. I’m sure a lot of it has transferred onto my face and neck as well. I should be worried, but I’m not. “Sorry,” I say, grinning.

Mika licks her lips and undoes the button on my pants. “Want you in my mouth.”

My eyebrows jump.

She runs her tongue along my collarbone and then bites my shoulder. I flinch. “Want to taste you.”

I nod heavily and start to shift my pants down my hips, but she’s in total control. She drops to her knees and jerks my pants down past my ass. My cock lolls out, angry and hard. Mika eyes it and smiles. “We meet again.”

“You sound like a Bond villain,” I say through a rusty laugh.

She laughs, “Come on, Lucas!”

“Not a bad thing! It’s kinda sexy.”

Mika rolls her eyes and wraps her hand around my shaft. I brace myself against a shelving unit behind me. This must be a broom closet or something. Suddenly, the smell of bleach is apparent. I’ve done weirder things in worse places, so I’m relatively unphased.

I watch Mika bring her lips close to the head of my cock. I can feel her breath travel down my length. Such a tease. “Come on, Mika…”

“Impatient?” she asks playfully.

“ Nervous ,” I say. “We’re in a broom closet. WE could get caught.”

Mika shakes her head. “We won’t.”

She’s so confident. So sexy. I watch her closely as she puts her lips to the tip of my cock, kissing it gently. I shiver. “Fuck.”

Mika opens her mouth a little wider and puts the head into her mouth like it’s a lollipop.

She hums as if it tastes sweet; the vibrations feel so good.

Her eyes meet mine as she takes more of me into her mouth.

My mouth drops open as she goes further and further until my entire penis is in her mouth, the head knocking up against the back of her throat.

Then, Mika starts to bob her head back and forth, lips tight as they slide around me. I drop my head back and swear. I reach along the shelf and accidentally knock over a bottle of Windex in an attempt to find a good grip. Mika jumps but doesn’t stop. “Sorry, sorry… Jesus, Mika…”

She works fast and hard . There’s no stopping her. She wants to taste me. And if she keeps this up, it won’t be very long until I lose it.

My knees are starting to go weak. Mika wraps her hands around the backs of my thighs to steady me, her fingernails digging into my ass.

“Mika…”

She moans with my cock in her mouth.

“Mika,” I repeat, although more as a warning.

Mika nods her head. Inviting me.

“Oh my god,” I choke out. My groin is tightening, orgasm impending like the way dark storm clouds roll in from the west. I feel vocalizations burble up from my diaphragm.

Mika touches my stomach to remind me I have to be quiet.

I make a fist and bite on it hard, but the pain cannot reduce the pleasure.

My hips are stuttering and I’m basically fucking her mouth at this point. Feels so good. So perfect. Her lush lips are everything I imagined and more.

I hear her gag and that sends me right over the edge. I unleash my seed into the softness of her mouth, into her throat, onto her tongue. I collapse into the shelf and try to breathe, but Mika’s lips tighten around me and my cock jostles a little bit more cum out of me.

When she’s sure she’s taken all of me, she releases me from her mouth and sits back on her knees. She breathes heavily and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mascara is running; she was tearing up from all the effort. “Mm…” she grunts and then smiles at me. “You taste good.”

I laugh breathlessly and limply tug my pants up over my hips. “You felt good.”

Mika gets to her feet and I can’t resist pulling her into my chest. She easily melts into me.

“Just once, huh?” I ask wryly.

“Mm… maybe twice,” she whispers.

I kiss the hinge of her jaw.

“Maybe three times…”

I kiss her neck.

“Maybe four…”

I bite her neck softly and she lets out a giggle. I draw my head up, look into her sparkling blue eyes. “Mika.”

“What?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I can resist you.”

Mika smiles, biting on her tongue. Then she leans into my mouth as if to kiss me. “Good,” she says.