Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Lily
I Was Made For Lovin’ You
YUNGBLUD
“Would you let me drive her?”
We’re standing outside the hotel entrance near valet, waiting for them to bring my car around when he asks.
“What about the drinks you had?”
He throws his head back as he laughs out loud. “Baby, I’m a rockstar. Two drinks are nothing. My tolerance is, well, let’s just say that I’m completely sober right now.”
“Well, you can’t be completely sober.” My forehead scrunching together as I watch him slide his glasses off, piercing me with a look that borders on haughty.
“Want to perform a sobriety test on me then, darling?”
He saunters a bit closer, grasping me around the waist before tugging me against his chest, a small gasp bursting from me when our bodies collide. “I assure you, I’m in complete control of all my facilities, but happy to demonstrate if you need.”
My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip, our gazes locking, the best kind of tension sparking between us.
I arch a brow, tilting my head. “Can I trust you?”
“A little late for that question now, wouldn’t you say?” His hand slides up to grip the back of my neck as he leans down, his lips feathering over mine as he speaks against them. “But I promise I’ll take as good of care of your car as I have of you.”
“You have been pretty nice to me so far.” I concur, my body humming in remembrance at just how nice he’d been, but I wasn’t quite ready to give in yet. “Do you have a driver’s license?”
“You’re fucking tough.” He chuckles, pressing his forehead to mine, his fingers sliding into the hair at my nape. “Small but mighty you are, Kitten.”
“I hate when you call me that.” I pull my forehead from his and glance down.
“No you don’t.” He trails a finger down my cheek, using it to lift my chin until I’m looking into his eyes - those damn whiskey eyes. “You love that I have a nickname for you. And that’s the part you hate.”
“What?” I sputter, ready to argue, except the car is suddenly beside us, any words I had lost as the valet driver walks over to us.
“Here you go my man.” Luc slides him a twenty before I even have a chance to catch up to the moment, and then strolls over to the driver’s side of the car, flashing me a grin that only the devil himself could sport and not feel guilty.
“You better not crash my car.” I point a finger, wagging it at him as the valet opens the passenger door for me.
I slide in, the door shutting behind me as I glare over at my unexpected driver. He cocks his head toward my seat belt, sporting a smirk. “Better buckle up, baby.”
“Luc, I’m serious.” I wrench the belt over my chest as I shoot daggers at him.
“So am I.”
He guns the engine and suddenly we’re flying around the curve of the hotel exit and onto the mountain road, my body surging back into my seat before I can express another warning.
“Woo-hoo!” He hollers, a fist punching into the air through his open window. “This baby is smooth!”
The pure joy of his expression makes it impossible for me to be even a little bit angry at him.
“I don’t think I’ve driven a car in over five months.” He swings his gaze to me for a brief second, before looking back at the road. “This freedom feels fucking amazing.”
He’s cruising at a pretty high speed, but he has complete control of the vehicle, every corner we take, smooth and tight, my nerves, surprisingly calm. It’s such a simple thing to let him drive, but one that obviously makes him utterly happy.
“Do you have a car at home?” I wonder out loud.
“A couple.” He nods. “And a motorcycle, a Harley.” He gives me another quick glance as he continues. “Our last break was from November until April, and I didn’t do much driving then. Most of our time home was spent in the studio at my place, and if we did go somewhere, we were usually chauffeured.”
“You have a studio in your house?” My brow shooting up as I’m reminded once again that I’m spending the day with an actual freaking rockstar.
“Yeah.” He confirms. “When I had the place built, it was the one thing I made sure I had. Makes it so much easier when we’re not out on tour.”
“Where do you live?” I’m genuinely curious to know where a rock god might choose to build a house.
“You sure this isn’t breaking rule number one?” One side of his mouth quirking up.
“I’m not asking for your address, so I think we’re good.” I state matter-of-factly.
“I like how you get to modify the rules to your liking.” He admonishes with a chuckle. “But I don’t mind telling you, so it doesn’t matter. I live just west of Chicago, in a suburb called Oak Park. It’s where me and all the guys are from.”
“I love that you still live in the town where you grew up. I would have thought you’d want to be in a big city.”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “Like my town. Like being near my family. When I’m actually able to be home. Like that I’m left alone most of the time, cause most people know me from when I was just a little punk running around the village.”
I’m about to ask about his family, but pause when he reaches for the volume on the radio and cranks it all the way up. “I love this song!” He shouts and then starts singing along, word for word, not missing a beat.
It takes a minute before I recognize the song, because it’s not being sung by the original band, Kiss, and it’s a little slower in tempo as well.
When the chorus comes on, Luc turns his head and stares at me as he sings, “I was made for lovin' you, baby. You were made for lovin' me. And I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me?”
He looks and sounds so goddamn sexy that my heart does several back flips as heat rushes to all the places in my body I’d like him to be touching. Right. Damn. Now.
“Pull the car over.” I demand, not ask.
He swerves immediately to the side of the road, throwing the car in park, eyes wide as he turns to me. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, my lower lip clenched between my teeth as I release my seat belt then surge in one motion to straddle him.
“Move the seat back.” I order, my fingers shoving his hat off his head before tangling in his hair.
His brows shoot up, but he complies, the seat sliding back in one quick jerk, my center settling perfectly against his now hardening length, my mouth locking onto his. His hands grip around my waist, tighten, and yank me even tighter to his groin.
“We doing this right here?” He growls against my mouth as I rock my core against him.
“Right here.” I nip his lower lip, then swipe my tongue over the bite. “Right now.”
“And here I was thinking I was the bad one.” His chest vibrates under me as he chuckles. His hands slide beneath my skirt and over my ass. “And this would have been so much easier if you had left these off.”
I rise up on my knees and bring one leg over to the other.
“Take them off.” I breath out as I continue to ravage his mouth.
My panties are off in less than three seconds, his jeans unbuttoned and shoved down to his thighs the next three seconds after that and a single after that, his cock plunges into me in one deep thrust.
“You’re my new favorite feeling, baby.” He groans, his head slamming back into the headrest, as I roll my hips back and forth. “Fucking hell.”
“Right where the devil belongs.” I pant, as I continue to slide up and down his shaft, every inch of me on fire as I ride him.
“Not going to last.” He grunts, his eyes scrunching closed as his fingers dig into my skin so hard I know there will be bruises.
“Me either.” I moan as I tighten and begin to convulse around the throbbing of his cock as he comes.
Stars.
So many stars.
And then heaven as my body becomes a feather and I float back to earth.
His arms slide around my back as he hugs me to his body, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Before I can answer, a car passes, the horn beeping as it whizzes past us, laughter erupting from both of us as I scramble off his lap and back into the passenger seat. I open the glove compartment to grab some napkins, quickly wiping between my legs before I make a bigger mess.
Luc lifts his hips to tug his jeans up and over his waist, a wicked grin on his face. “I think I’ll keep you on me for a little longer.”
I feel my face flush, the reality of what we just did, what I just did, hitting home. I am not a girl who has sex in a car – let’s not even mention it’s my dead father’s car – and certainly not on the side of the highway.
This guy seriously has me under some kind of spell and if I wasn’t careful, I could quite possibly be needing to make a deal with the devil to get my sanity back after this.
“You okay?” Luc’s fingers brush my hair back behind my ear before he tilts my head in his direction.
I nod, unable to find my voice, suddenly feeling shy and unsure about what I’m supposed to do next.
“Hey,” He scoots over in his seat until he’s able to cup my face with both his hands. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know.” I murmur, nodding my head under his hold, my eyes darting to the floor.
“Look at me.” His grip tightening by the smallest fraction, my gaze locking onto his. “What just happened was fucking amazing. Not wrong. Not dirty.”
“I know.” I repeat, but not with much conviction.
“I don’t know what’s going through your head, but let me be clear here; you are fucking perfect.”
He kisses me. And it’s soft and it’s tender and also so perfect that I know walking away from him after today is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.