Rockstars F#*k Harder by Penny Wylder Read Free Book Online

came crumbling down that night, since she’s not trying to put up that bullshit front with me anymore, Lucy is the total package. And for whatever she’s said about professionalism, she’s always game the moment I kiss her. As if being hot for me is some sort of tragic flaw. I’m fucking hot for her. I really don’t see the problem.
    Plus the sex is fantastic. It’s just so fucking good, being inside her, coming inside her, too good to stop. And sure, the first time the condom broke, but so what? I'm clean and she's clean. I admit, when I saw how upset she was, it sank into me some, too.
    But . . . after sleeping on it? Call me psycho, but the idea of Lucy all big and round with my baby inside of her is like a surge of power straight to my core.
    Nothing tells the world that someone is yours like getting them pregnant.
    I'm riding a high unlike any other, but even that can’t prevent the sour taste that rises to my throat as I spot Veronica Ashton waiting calmly outside the door of my trailer.
    Fuck.
    I haven’t seen Veronica in years, haven’t talked to her since I dumped her, and the last thing I want is to see her now. Or ever, really. She wants something—she always did.
    “Drew!” she says, her voice full of enthusiasm I can’t echo. “I’m so glad I caught you! It wasn’t easy to arrange, but I thought, wouldn’t it be great to surprise you? I heard about Colin. So tragic.”
    Yeah, I’m sure she’s totally broken up. Veronica had never liked my old manager, used to tell me I should ditch him. I never got why she hated him so much, but there was certainly no love lost between the two of them.
    Looking around, expecting a trap, I say, "Why are you here?"
    Her eyebrows fly up like I just insulted her. “I wanted to catch up.” She sways my way, one hand reaching for my forearm. "You look great. Better than ever."
    I brush her off of me. The look of anger on her face says it all—she's not used to being denied. “I'm busy. Whatever you're up to, I want none of it."
    Her face falls, sultry smile growing mean, vicious. This is the Veronica I remember, the one who had been so quick to turn when things didn’t go her way. “Why? Because you’re too busy fucking your manager to spend time with an old friend?”
    “That’s none of your damn business.” If Veronica had heard us in the trailer, heard me making Lucy moan, hell, I’m glad . She deserves to know what she threw away, what she’s never going to get near again.
    She’s indignant, livid as she storms off without a word. Good. It’s not like she hadn’t done worse to me.
    I move on to sound check like I should have done five minutes ago, and when I sing, it’s with renewed vigor.
    Veronica left a bad taste in my mouth . . . but when Lucy walks through the door of my dressing room later, everything about that bad moment is erased.
    The red dress she wears is so sinful I’m sure she wore it just for me. Her perfect tits are accentuated by red fabric.
    Tits I'm currently squeezing mercilessly as we kiss, as she straddles my lap on the dressing room sofa, dress hiked up around her thighs. I revel in her sound, the moans and mewls as I stroke her firm nipples through her dress.
    Her hands work the snap of my jeans as she frees me, grasping my cock in her hand and stroking. Most of the times we’ve been together, I’m the one in control and I love it, love fucking her in every possible position, but she’s ridden me a couple times and I also love watching her fuck me, love watching how free she becomes as she straddles and takes me.
    The thought that she’s about to do just that has my cock throbbing, but as I expect to feel her warmth, panties pushed carelessly aside, I instead feel nothing but air as her lips leave mine, as she slides off my lap. I don’t have long for disappointment as she drops to her knees between my legs. There’s wildfire in her green eyes as she looks up at me and her lips, already swollen from our kiss, curl