Meet Flynn and Lucky in this rock star romance!
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Dimpled smile of a boy
Hard body of a man
Sings like an angel
Fucks like the devil
I was stuck between a rock(star) and a hard place.
At fifteen, his poster hung on my bedroom wall. At twenty-five his body hovered over
mine. Every girl’s fantasy became my
reality. I was dating a rockstar. Yet I was slowly falling for another
man. The problem was—the two men—they
shared a tour bus.
Flynn Beckham was the opening act.
Dylan Ryder was the headliner.
What happens when the opening act begins to shine so bright,
it seems to dim everything else in its wake?
I’ll tell you what happens.
Things get ugly.
Excerpt #1
Getting through Flynn singing is incredibly hard. The way his throat moves, the way his mouth
caresses each syllable of the low, raspy sound that falls from his lips. I should be watching his posture, his
breathing, the way his larynx forces out the words—but instead I’m focused on
the beauty of his mouth and how the sound of his voice glides over my body,
making it feel both warm and tingly at the same time. I’m lost when the song finishes, yet I
haven’t really observed him yet.
“So. Give it to me
straight. What am I doing wrong?”
Ummm…absolutely nothing from what I can see. Everything was perfect. Don’t change a thing. Shit.
“Could you do it again? Maybe a
different song, one you haven’t sung in a while. So the sounds are less familiar to your
body. Sometimes that can give me a
different view.” At least I make it
sound like a real thing when the words come out.
He sings again, and this time I force myself to observe. “Hmm…your posture is great. Most people have a tendency to favor one side
of their neck, which makes them tilt a bit when they speak, and it becomes
magnified when they sing, which puts strain on the muscles around the vocal
cords. Your alignment is perfect.”
“Thank you, it goes with the rest of my perfectness,” he
says with a teasing arrogance that, from the little I know about him, I know
isn’t real.
“You didn’t let me finish.”
“You can’t now tell me I’m not perfect. I was already basking in the glow.”
“Actually, it was perfect…but almost a little too
perfect. Which makes me think you don’t
usually stand this way when you sing.”
“It isn’t the way I normally sing. On stage, I usually have a guitar over my
shoulder. Even if I’m not playing it,
it’s there.”
“Well, I need to see you holding your instrument to assess
you fully, then.”
Flynn’s eyebrows quirk up and the dirty grin on his face is
unmistakable.
“The guitar. I’d need
to see you holding the guitar.”
“That’s a shame.” He
shrugs, the playful smile still on his face.
“But okay. It’s your call. Whatever instrument you want to see me hold
is fine with me.”
“How big of you.”
“So now we’re talking about the other instrument again?”
I roll my eyes, although this conversation is having more of
an effect on me than I let on.
Excerpt #2
Despite the fact that Lucky had just casually mentioned that
the lobby lounge serves coffee beginning at six a.m., I’m pretty sure of myself
that she’ll be down there. But when I
step off the elevator, the lobby is quiet.
Empty. The coffee urns are just
being set up in the lounge. I pour two
mugs, make them just as we like it, and settle on one of the couches on the far
side of the room where it’s private, yet I can still keep an eye on the door.
I grab a newspaper and begin to flip through to kill time. Then my eyes catch a pair of pink-painted
toes in flip-flops. I don’t know why,
but it’s in this moment that I realize, I’m fucked.
The sight of her toes makes me smile.
I’m falling for another guy’s girl. Something I promised myself I’d never do.
But then I reason with myself. I haven’t done anything wrong. Thinking a woman is beautiful and spending
time with her doesn’t have to turn into anything, right? They’re just toes after all. But look how cute they are. I’ve never been a foot guy, yet I wouldn’t
mind sucking… Stop. Just stop.
We’re just friends.
Because I’ve been friends with so many hot women in the past
and not fucked them? Yep. I’m screwed.
I need to get the hell out of here.
“Good morning,” she whispers and smiles down at me. My eyes lazily travel up from her toes.
I’m totally not going anywhere.
I hold up her mug of coffee.
And then I realize she still has the thin shirt she wears to sleep on
and I’m eye-level with the sexiest taut nipples I’ve ever seen.
Screw sucking her toes… “Certainly is.” I grin.
Excerpt #3
Ten minutes later I’m still alone behind the bar and Avery
is nowhere to be found. I’m sure she’s
in the back alley smoking, even though she swears every day that she’s
quit. I check the IDs of three very young-looking
pretty girls—they’re over twenty-one, but barely. I can’t miss their conversation.
“Seriously, he has to be gay.”
“Why, because he hasn’t noticed you yet?”
“No, because he’s too perfect to be straight.”
“Could we buy someone a drink?” one of the young blondes
asks me.
“Of course. What do
you want me to send over?”
They giggle for a few minutes, then decide on a Screaming
Orgasm for their intended target. I mix
the vodka, Bailey’s and Kahlua and pour it over a tumbler of ice.
“Okay. Who’s the
lucky recipient?”
All three of them point to the other end of the bar and say
in unison, “Him.”
Lord. That is one
beautiful man.
The three blondes were clearly not the only ones to
notice. The brunette next to him with
her full boobage on display is giving him her rapt attention when I walk
over. Yet I feel his eyes on me as I
walk down the long bar. I’m used to
being hit on. Men seem to find an
attractive woman whose sole purpose is to deliver them alcohol an alluring
combination. They tend to become even
bolder after tossing back a few drinks.
Halfway down the bar, I stop to refill a beer for a
patron. I don’t need to look up as I
pour to know Beautiful Man is still watching me. The hair on the back of my neck is all the
confirmation I need. He never takes his
gaze off me, even when I turn, catch his eyes, and silently call him on his
staring.
“I’m here to deliver you a Screaming Orgasm.” Damn, he’s even hotter up close. Sandy-brown, shoulder-length hair tousled
just the right amount to make him look like he’s just gotten laid. Long, lean torso, tattoos on his forearms
peeking out from his long-sleeve fitted shirt.
Nice. Then he smiles. Dimples.
Yep. He definitely just got laid.
“Thank you. But I
have a ladies-first policy.” He winks.
I stare at him for a moment, then drop my eyes down to the
drink, leading him to follow.
“Oh. You meant the
drink.” He smirks—it’s sexy as hell, and he knows it.
I roll my eyes, but there’s a reluctant smile hidden just
beneath the surface. “It’s from the
three barely legal ladies down at the end.”
I nod in their direction and all three smile broadly and wave.
“Well, that’s disappointing.”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Those three women buying you a drink with a name that tells you what
their plans are for you later is a disappointment?”
“I thought you were buying me the drink.”
Cheesy, I know, but there’s a flutter in my stomach
nonetheless. “Sorry. But you get the
Doublemint triplets as a consolation prize.”
I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant, and turn to walk away. This close to him, the guy is making me
fidget. It’s a big bar, but the way he
looks at me makes me feel like we’re in a confined space.
“Wait,” he calls after me, and I turn back. “What’s your name?”
I smile and point at the sign over the bar. Lucky’s.
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About the Author:
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that
occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't
change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle
at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting
events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an
exciting smut author by night!
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