Page 14 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss (Soul Sounds Brothers #4)

I’m scared, but I don’t say it out loud. I don’t want to look back and regret any of this. I don’t want to fuck over my family because I couldn’t keep it in my pants. But I’ve always gone toward adventure with an open heart. And Lucas has been the best adventure of my life so far.

“I need you,” he says, lips against the shell of my ear. “I need you now.”

I can feel his need in his pants. And while I’d love to fuck him right here, that’s just pushing my luck. “Car. Have me in the car.”

And we trip and fumble our way back to the parking lot.

No talking, just breathing. As soon as we reach the rental sedan, Lucas opens the back door for me and shepherds me inside.

I lay down on the backseat and let him crawl on top of me.

I welcome his weight and the way his muscles fit into mine.

I wrap my hands around his face and run my fingers along the sharp edges of his jaw and cheeks.

I can’t believe a man so beautiful wants me this bad.

“Haven’t done this since I was a teenager,” Lucas says raggedly.

I laugh. “Well, I’m glad I can keep you feeling young.”

“You make me feel a lot of things, baby,” Lucas chuckles and undoes his jeans.

There’s zero need for foreplay. The foreplay has been the whole day. The whole week. This whole tour. I wiggle my hips up against him. “Just wanna make you feel good things,” I whisper, kissing him.

“Always good things. Only good things,” he murmurs into my mouth.

With a little adjusting of clothes and bodies, Lucas slips inside me. I gasp. How does it feel the best it’s ever felt? This collision in the back of the car shouldn’t feel so fucking good, and yet my body immediately ignites.

“Fuuuck,” Lucas utters loudly and gruffly after only a few strokes. “Your pussy is so good, baby.”

Not Mika. Baby. I clench around his cock and relish the way he mewls. I wrap my arms around him, positioning my hands on his shoulder blades, and hold him tight to me so I can kiss him as much as I want.

As his pace quickens, his depth increases. The head of his cock rolls right up against my g-spot over and over. With each stroke, I whimper. I can’t help it. He feels so good inside me, his body right up against mine, in my arms.

Lucas grabs my thigh and wrenches my leg back, giving him the ability to thrust deeper inside me. I gasp and push my face into his cheek. The stubble on his face scratches my skin. “Oh my god. Oh my god,” I gulp out. Stars are appearing in my vision; the pleasure is so great.

“You like that?”

I nod. “Uh-huh.”

He grabs my other leg and pushes it back. I scream out his name as he pummels me deeper. “Say my name again, baby.”

“Lucas, you’re gonna make me commmeee ,” I cry.

He doesn’t respond with words, just presses harder and faster until white heat blisters my body and my back arches. An orgasm rollicks across my body; all of my muscles tremble.

Lucas is not long after me, releasing inside. He lets out a string of curses, none of which he said the last consonant of. His hands soften on my thighs, but he doesn’t let go. Just caresses them tenderly. He pulls back and kisses my knees, breathes in deeply, and lets out a gruff, “ Fuck. ”

I watch how his jaw hardens and releases. I tenderly touch his tight navel through his shirt. Lucas looks down at my hand and then up at me. His lips spark into a tight-lipped smile. His green eyes glimmer in mine.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Lucas says, so quiet it’s like it’s not meant for me to hear.

I don’t reply, but I will live on those words for as long as I can.

Bright headlights interrupt the tranquility of the car, beams catching Lucas’s attention and making him squint. “Hope they don’t notice the windows fogged up,” he chuckles.

“Shit, are they fogged up?” I say, straining my neck to see.

“Yeah, it’s like Titanic in here.”

I put my hand up against the window and drag it down dramatically. “The finishing touch.”

Lucas laughs and then draws me up in his arms. We lay in the backseat a long while, idly talking. We do not worry. We do not wonder about what is right or wrong. Because in this moment, it’s so right.

But there is something in the pit of my stomach. Something that’s growing heavier every moment I spend with him. I want him longer than for now. I won’t go as far to say forever. If it ends with the tour, though, I think my heart will break.

I crawl into my bunk at around four in the morning. We discussed finding a hotel for the night, but given how people have become suspicious, it’s not worth the risk. We’ve planned the next day to be chock full of adventures. The city by the bay is full of exciting things to do.

I crash and sleep soundly until I’m awoken to the sound of my phone buzzing by my head. I ignore it at first. It’s probably my mom or dad wondering when I’ll wire them a bit of extra money to cover the mortgage payment this month. That can wait until a more decent hour.

Whoever calls sends a message right after. I groggily lift my head and look at the screen. It’s Ken.

Call me.

My stomach drops. Ken’s not a bad guy, not really, but he has been personally haunting me since the beginning of this tour. I give Ken a call and don’t even have time for pleasantries before he speaks.

“Tour’s over, kid.”

My brain is still half-asleep. I’m not sure what he’s saying. “Huh?”

“There’s a picture all over the internet.”

I almost laugh. “Ken, we talked about this already, it’s –”

“A new picture, Mika,” he says edgily. “From just last night.”

My heart goes from beating normally to galloping. I put him on speaker and start searching the internet.

“I told you, Mika. It’s in your contract.”

I find it. Right there on People. A picture of me and Lucas in Golden Gate Park. Kissing. No way to explain that away. Confirmed Couple? Lucas Tremaine and backup singer, Mika Robertson, spotted kissing.

“Oh my god,” I say. “But the concert tonight, it’ll –”

“We’ve already got a replacement on her way. You’re done,” Ken cuts me off. His voice isn’t unkind. It’s full of regret.

“Ken, you can’t…”

“I have to, kid. The label.”

Fuck the label. Fuck Ken. Fuck this .

“Ticket to Houston waiting for you at SFO. There’s a car coming for you in an hour.”

I can’t respond. My mouth is burning. Flames. If I spoke, I would curse him out. I would scream.

“I’m sorry, Mika.”

And then, the line goes dead. I stare at the blank screen. Regardless of this being the label’s rule, Ken’s the enforcer. And I hate him. I hate him so much. I want to knock him out cold with my fist. I want to…

My anger gives way to deep, painful sorrow. I fucked this up. I needed this gig. My family needed it too. And now, instead of being able to eke out a few more months of bills, I’ve thrown it all away. Who knows how long we’ll have now?

All because I wanted to fuck a rockstar. And what happens to him? Nothing. Of course not. I suffer all the repercussions even though it takes two to tangle. What did I expect? Rock’n’roll is still a man’s world.

I’m suddenly filled with a burst of adrenaline.

I gotta pack. I gotta get out of here before the girls get up.

Before I have to admit to the lies I’ve told.

As I fold up my belongings and throw them into my suitcase, the tears start to fall.

Hot shame on my cheeks almost like I’m wearing face paint.

What would the word be? Whore? Slut? Liar?

Those words echo in my brain. I’m packed in fifteen minutes and sneak off the bus in the sparkling San Francisco morning. They’ve got a show in Oakland tonight. And they’ve already replaced me.

Lucas will do just the same. I’m a total fool for ever feeling anything for him when everyone around him is replaceable.

I won’t wait for the car. I call my own. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here.