How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend: a fake dating, small town, rockstar romantic comedy (Cash &

Chapter 15

Kiss – the second best way to stop a woman from shouting at you

Gibson

“Anxious to see Mercy?” Dylan asks as we drive back to Winter Falls.

We finished a week of concerts and are on our way back home. I thought the idea of doing little concert tours a week at a time was weird when Cash and Dylan suggested it, but it’s actually nice to get a break. Playing seven shows in seven days is exhausting.

“Why do you ask?”

Dylan nods to my knee. Huh. I didn’t realize it was bouncing.

“He’s not anxious to see Mercy. He’s anxious to do Mercy,” Jett jokes.

I glare at him. “Don’t talk about Mercy that way.”

Jett groans. “Are you going to be boring now, too? Since you’ve fallen in love?” He feigns retching.

“I’m not in love.”

“Sure, you’re not.”

I’m not. I like Mercy. She’s cool and fun. But in love?

I open my mouth to deny being in love again but I’m supposed to be dating Mercy. Do people who are dating want to fall in love?

I don’t want to fall in love and get married. I’ve seen what it does to people. No thanks.

“I thought you were off to San Diego for the surfing competition?” I ask since I’m done discussing me and love.

“I need to pick up my gear and then I’m out of here.” He checks his watch. “My flight leaves in a few hours.”

“Why didn’t you ask Aurora to handle your gear? It would have saved you a flight.”

He scowls and glances away.

I chuckle. Jett’s easy to tease when it comes to Aurora. Those two need to get a room already.

“Home,” Fender grumbles as he parks in front of his house.

Leia, Indigo, and Virginia are standing on the porch waiting for us. I feel a twinge of disappointment when I realize Mercy isn’t with them. But then the door opens and there she is.

She’s wearing a short skirt with her cowboy boots. My eyes hone in on those bare legs. They appear a mile long. I want those toned legs wrapped around my waist while I pound into her. My cock twitches in agreement.

I start to smile but stop when she scowls at me. Why is she scowling? What’s wrong?

I jump out of the Hummer and hurry to Mercy. Her scowl deepens as I approach. “What’s wrong?”

“Is that anyway to greet your girlfriend?” Indigo asks.

I ignore Indigo and shackle Mercy’s wrist before dragging her off the porch and across the yard to my house next door.

“What’s going on?” I ask once we’re behind closed doors.

She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why didn’t you tell me about the woman?”

My brow wrinkles in confusion. What is she talking about? “What woman?”

She shoots daggers out of her eyes at me. “What woman? Are you going to deny you had a naked woman with you in the shower?”

“Oh, her.”

“Oh, her? That’s your response?”

I hear a bag of chips open up and glance over my shoulder. Jett is sitting on the sofa with a beer and chips. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m enjoying the show.” He motions to us. “Please proceed.”

“Don’t you have a surfing competition to get to?”

He shrugs. “I’ll grab a later flight.”

I point to the door. “Out.”

He sighs as he stands. “You’re no fun anymore.”

I am not arguing with him about this. I march to the door and fling it open. He gathers his stuff and heads for the door.

“Try not to get bitten by a shark this time.”

“Try not to fall in love and break our pact,” he growls at me as he leaves.

“Have a good time!” Mercy hollers after him. He flicks a hand at her.

I shut and lock the door before returning to her.

“Now, where were we?”

She rolls her eyes. “You were acting as if a naked woman in your shower wasn’t a big deal.”

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

“I can’t deal with this. I can’t deal with a cheater. I’ve had enough of men cheating on me. Consider our deal over.”

She stomps toward the door but I hurry to stand in front of her to block her.

“I did not cheat on you,” I grit out.

She leans forward to get in my face. “Just because this is fake doesn’t mean you didn’t cheat on me.”

“I didn’t cheat on you because nothing happened with the woman. How did you even find out about it?”

“Seriously? You’re more concerned about getting caught than with how you hurt me.” She scowls. “Typical man.”

I growl. “I am not a typical man.”

She stabs me in the chest with her finger. “Yes. You. Are.”

I grasp her hand. “I am not.”

“You think you’re so special because you—”

I’ve had it. I slam my mouth to hers before she can continue. She gasps and I thrust my tongue inside. She tastes spicy with a hint of coffee and chocolate. I love spicy things.

I stroke my tongue into her mouth. I don’t know what I’m expecting Mercy to do. Fight me? Claw at me? She does none of those things. Her tongue meets mine and she tries to push into my mouth. I don’t think so.

I growl and thread my hands through her hair to angle her head so I can deepen the kiss. Our tongues dual for supremacy while her hands grab hold of my shoulders and pull me closer.

I press my hard length against her stomach and she moans down my mouth. When she lifts her leg and wraps it around my waist, I grab hold of it and hitch it higher until my cock pushes against her core. She groans and rubs herself against me.

I rip my mouth from hers. “You need something, sassy girl?”

She nods.

“What do you need?”

Her eyes narrow. “You know what I need.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I do?”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m an asshole who can make you see stars.”

She snorts. “You’re a walking, talking cliché. The rockstar can make me see stars.”

I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. We fit together perfectly. Her breasts rub against my chest. Her mouth is level with mine. Perfect.

I whirl around and slam her against the wall. She gasps and her eyes sparkle with excitement. My sassy girl enjoys it a bit rough. Good. Since I prefer it a bit rough myself.

“Starting to get the picture?” I whisper into her ear before biting on her earlobe.

She arches her back and her head falls back. It hits the wall with a thud but she doesn’t appear to notice as she writhes in my arms.

I’ve never been with a woman who’s this responsive to me. It’s exhilarating. And tempting. How far can I push her?

“I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall next to my front door.”

“I dare you.”

Hell yeah. This woman is my match. Sassy and challenging to her core. Things I’ve always hated in other women but with her I get off on them.

“Take me out,” I demand.

She reaches between us and unsnaps my jeans. She doesn’t wait before lowering the zipper and shoving her hand inside my boxers.

She wraps her hand around my cock and squeezes. I groan and thrust into her hand. She pumps up and down my length. Her hand isn’t soft or tentative. She’s bold and demanding. I grit my teeth before I come. I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside her pussy.

“Lift up your skirt and put me inside you.”

“Make me.”

I nip her chin. “Put me inside you and I’ll make you come.”

She bites her bottom lip as she considers it. “I can make myself come.”

My cock twitches and she grins.

“I’m watching you make yourself come while you’re spread out on my bed. But first I’m fucking you against this wall.” Her breath hitches and I feel her hard nipples press against my chest.

“Now lift up your skirt and put me inside you.” I pause. “Or do you want me to punish you for not behaving?”

Her brown eyes darken until they’re nearly black. She’s intrigued. Perfect for me.

I growl. I need in her now. “Lift. Your. Skirt.”

She stares into my eyes as she lifts her skirt ever so slowly.

“Reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet.” As much as I want into her bare, I need to get checked first. I will never risk Mercy. Not her.

I wait until she has the wallet in her hand. “Pull out a condom and put in on me.”

She rips the packaging open and slides the condom on me.

“Now push your panties to the side and put me inside you.”

She places my cock at her entrance. I push inside an inch.

“Fuck. You’re soaked for me.”

“And you’re hard for me,” she sasses.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Promises, pro—”

Her words break off when I sink into her. I thrust until my balls slap against her skin. I have to pause before I come. She feels good. Too good to believe.

Her walls ripple around me.

“Feel good?” I ask but don’t wait for an answer before slowly withdrawing. I enjoy the feel of every inch of her pussy until merely my tip remains inside.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” she moans.

I slam into her and her fingers dig into my shoulders. I can feel the prick of her nails beneath my t-shirt. Next time we’ll be naked. But there’s no stopping to remove our clothes now.

“Harder,” she demands.

I pound into her as she holds on for the ride. It isn’t long before I feel my balls grow heavy with the need for release. But I’m not coming before her.

Her walls tighten around me. Thank fuck.

“You gonna come for me, sassy girl?”

She glares at me and I realize we’ve been staring into each other’s eyes the entire time I’ve been inside her. I can’t help it. She mesmerizes me. I’m enthralled with her and I don’t think I want to escape her snare.

“I’ll come when I…”

I angle my hips to hit her clit and she gasps.

“You’ll come now,” I demand.

Her breath hitches and she grunts.

“Don’t hold back, sassy girl. Give it to me.”

I increase my pace and she moans as her walls attempt to strangle me.

“Gibson,” she growls as her climax hits.

I let go and pound into her. My rhythm is erratic as I chase the finish line.

“Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,” I chant as I come.

I glide in and out of her until our climaxes wane. Her eyes close and she slumps against the wall.

“I needed that.”

I grin. “We’ve barely begun.”

Her eyes snap open. “More?”

I kiss her nose. “Lots more.”