Rock Stars Do It Dirty by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online

currently single following what Chase gathered was a pretty bad breakup, although she glossed over it with a few curt phrases of dismissal. She was the youngest of three children, and the only girl, and her much-older brothers were both in law enforcement, so she’d learned young how to defend herself. For himself, Chase told her about his band’s recent success and left out any mention of Jamie or Anna, saying only that he’d been single for quite a while. Tess’s eyes narrowed when he said this.  
    “You know my brothers are both cops, right? I did mention that? You should realize they’ve taught me how to detect a liar, and how to cause intense physical pain to men who lie to me.”
    Chase didn’t answer right away, dragging his last pea pod through the sauce on his place without looking at her. Finally, he met her eyes. “It’s a lie of omission. Let’s just say it was a complicated situation that I don’t want to talk about. If it’s something that needs to be told, eventually, then I’ll tell you.”
    Tess nodded. “Eventually, hmm? I can live with that. As long as you’re not secretly married or something.” She finished her glass of red wine, then twisted the stem between her fingers. “Are you planning on there being an eventually between us?”
    Chase shrugged. “I honestly hadn’t thought that far. It’s not impossible.”
    “Fair enough,” Tess said.
    “About our bet,” Chase said.
    “Yeah?”
    “What do you get if I lose?”
    Tess gave him an amused grin. “Hmmm. I’m glad you asked.” She ran her tongue along her upper lip suggestively. “If you lose, you agree to be my bitch for three days. Sexually and otherwise. Everything. Do my dishes, vacuum my floor, wash my car…shirtless. Go down on me whenever I want without having the favor returned. Rub my feet.”
    Chase tilted his head to the side. “Damn. You drive a hard bargain. How about that’s the bet both ways? I lose, I’m your bitch. If you lose, you’re mine. Including the topless car washing.”
    Tess lifted her chin defiantly. “Deal.” She extended her hand and they shook to seal the deal. “But you’d better bring your A-game, buddy, because I’m telling you, you’ve got your work cut out for you. It’s really difficult for me to reach climax, and I’m a mess afterward. Just sayin’. Be ready to be my bitch.”
    Chase leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth, a tease, a promise. He sat back without delivering on the kiss, leaving Tess with her lips parted in anticipation, her eyes half-closed, nearly panting.  
    “Pay the bill so we can go,” Tess whispered. “I’ve got a bet to win.”
    “There’s just one stipulation,” Chase said, sliding cash into the black bill-folder. “You can’t cheat. No pretending I didn’t make you come.”
    Chase drove them to his house, and when he closed the door behind him, Tess stood in the middle of the living room, hands crossed over her stomach, grasping the hem of her shirt in preparation to strip it off.  
    “Not wasting any time, are you?” Chase said, crossing the space between them and capturing her wrists in his hands. “We’re doing this my way, sweetheart. And my way involves stripping you myself. Slowly.”
    Tess released her shirt and stood, waiting.   “Your way, huh? What if I don’t want to do it your way?”
    “Well, if you’re having trouble coming, then maybe your way isn’t working.” Chase ran his hand between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her calf-length skirt, brushing her skin with the calloused pads of his fingers.
    “Maybe you’re just a cocky bastard,” she said, gasping, the breathy catch in her voice stealing the vitriol from her words.
    “Or maybe I just know I can make you come as many times as I want. Maybe I just I know I can play your sweet little body like a guitar.”
    Tess let her head loll back on her shoulders as he lifted the hem of her skirt up, dragging his fingers along the insides of her