ROCK F*CK CLUB (Girls Ranking the Rock Stars Book 4) Page 2

  “We’re due in Napa for the Rock the Vine concert at the end of this week.”

  “Jeeves says he can drive to California in three days, if he gets a couple of days of decent rest.”

  “Two nights off the bus sounds really good.” Beneath his jagged swath of ink-black hair, Jagger’s cool green eyes glowed.

  “Agreed. I’m in if we’re voting.” Nicholas nodded his agreement, his hazel eyes as bright with eagerness as Jagger’s green ones.

  “Yeah, I knew you would be. That’s why I didn’t waste time and effort explaining.” Tyler lifted his chin to acknowledge the rhythm guitarist, then turned to Ivan.

  “Do you really wanna argue with me about whose decision it is, or do you wanna get going already?”

  “Mars,” Ivan said quietly. “Can you give me a minute? I need to have a word alone with Ty.”

  “Say what you wanna say in front of her, asshole.” Tyler’s gaze darkened. “Don’t need you to filter yourself on my account. If you want her to eventually be a part of this family, start making her a part of it, yeah?”

  “Sounds like you’re finally getting it.”

  “Your fist in my face made that stupid-ass shit crystal clear.” The drummer’s gaze flicked to me. “I don’t approve. She’ll fuck it up. Again. I don’t need to do shit.”

  Annoyed at being talked about like I wasn’t even there, I pounded the couch cushion on either side of me with my fisted hands instead of using them to pummel the drummer. “You’re wrong.”

  “You’re wrong for him, you mean.”

  “Ty, enough.” Ivan’s eyes snapped to black like the darkest part of a hot fire. “Told you enough before. Will tell you again if I need to. Mars is here to stay. And you’ll treat her with respect.”

  “This is me treating her with respect. Better than she deserves.”

  “It’s not up to you to judge.”

  “Not judging. Watching and waiting for her to screw everything up so I can say I told you so.” Tyler threw sharp daggers at me with his eyes.

  “She’s not who you think she is.” Ivan shook his head at his best friend.

  “And you think you’re a good judge of women, why?” One of Tyler’s dark brown brows rose. “Raven Winters made you a joke. You’re setting yourself up to be a bigger fool with this one. Jo says—”

  “Josephine Poet is a relationship-phobic man-hater. What the hell does she know about me and Mars or anything else? Except maybe what you told her to think.” Ivan’s visage darkened further. “Don’t approve of you discussing my personal business with your drum tech.”

  “She’s more than that.”

  “You want her to be more than that.”

  “She will be. She just needs a little more convincing.” The drummer’s jaw worked back and forth as he clenched his teeth.

  “Whatever.” Ivan let out a long breath and raked a hand through his hair. “Listen.” He pinned his best friend with a conciliatory look. “How about you give Mars the benefit of the doubt, and I give Josephine a little?”

  “Deal.” Even through the thickness of Tyler’s beard, I could tell that his jaw had loosened. Reaching a compromise with Ivan decreased the tension, both with him and everyone else.

  “Yay!” Smiling, Nicholas threw his fist in the air. His counterpart on the other end of the couch met him halfway to bump it.

  “Peace and harmony on the home front at last.” Jagger grinned and mussed Nicholas’s blond hair. Wrestling ensued between them that knocked their game controllers on the floor.

  Shaking my head at the two idiots, I smiled. “So much for harmony.”

  “This is harmony for a bunch of guys in a heavy metal band, babe.” Ivan saluted the driver as he stepped onto the bus. “Prepare the bus for departure, Jeeves.” He grabbed my hand. “And the rest of you, crank the volume back up on the speakers. I’m gonna fuck my woman hard and make her scream.”

  Marsha

  “IVAN, HOLD UP A moment,” Tyler said.

  “What, Ty?” Ivan turned back to him with me tucked under his arm. “Kinda busy here.” His fingers curled deeper into my shoulder, sending warm shimmery anticipation across my skin.

  “Realize that.” The drummer flicked his gaze to me, then back to his best friend. “But getting laid aside, you’ve got responsibilities. To me. To us as a band.” He gestured to Jagger and Nicholas, who were back to sitting on one couch, game controllers in their hands with their gazes locked on the wall-mounted flat screen.

  “I know that.” Ivan lowered his voice, giving it an authoritative tone. “Not shirking responsibilities to go in the back to fuck my girl.”

  “You had the last twelve hours to get that out of your system while I fielded phone call after phone call from the ice queen on your behalf.”

  “Mary Timmons called?” Ivan asked.

  My eyes widened. She was the owner and CEO of Black Cat Records, the Enthusiasts’ label.

  “She called,” Tyler grumbled. “Again and fucking again. Because apparently your ringer is turned off and your calls are going to voice mail.” He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s a real icy bitch when she thinks she’s being purposefully ignored.”

  “I’m sorry you were put out.” Ivan’s gaze narrowed. “I’ll call her back in a while.”

  “You’ll call her now.”

  “Why are you being like this?”

  “I’m not gonna cover for you when you’re out of line.”

  A shock wave rolled through Ivan that snapped his spine straight. “You’re the one out of line.”

  His words clipped, Ivan released me and stepped forward. His bare feet were an inch from Tyler’s booted ones.

  “I disagree.” The drummer didn’t back down from the lead singer. “I warned you not to debut that song without the boss’s approval. Timmons is pissed.”

  “She’s always pissed.”

  “Not always. Only when you do stupid shit without thinking it through.”

  “I thought it through.”

  “No, you didn’t. Not with me included, you didn’t. Not with them.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. Jagger and Nicholas had paused their game. Their attention, like mine, was riveted on the confrontation between the front man and his drummer.

  “My call.” Ivan rubbed the back of his neck. Apparently, now he was the one feeling uncomfortable and on the spot.

  “Not a good one, man.” Tyler lowered his voice. “I get it. We all get it. How it is with you and Marsha for the moment. But I don’t think you get where we’re coming from.”

  “And that is?”

  “You’re breaking the rules for her.”

  “I explained—”

  “You talked. I listened. Now it’s my turn to speak.”

  “Ty—”

  “Ivan, just . . .” Tyler’s eyes softened, shining appealingly like caramel dusted in sugar crystals. “If you want her as a potential member of this family, that’s your call. But be careful, okay? You go pedal to the floorboard a lot of the time. Mostly, that’s a good thing. We wouldn’t be where we are as a band without your initiative. But when it comes to the band, it’s a group, yeah? And the music, it’s our music. So have a care with the choices you make.”

  “I hear you.” The steel in Ivan’s spine remained forged, but it yielded a bit.

  “I’m always going to be real with you.” Tyler reached out, gripping Ivan’s shoulder and bridging the gap his criticisms had made. “The way I want you to be with me.”

  • • •

  “What just happened in there?” I asked when the curtain was drawn, and we were back in front of Ivan’s bunk.

  “Nothing happened.” He shrugged.

  I raised a disbelieving brow and placed my palms on Ivan’s chest. At the feel of warm skin over hard muscle, my body instantly responded. I ignored it—okay, that was impossible. There was no way I could ignore anything about Ivan. I got wet most of the time just from looking at him.

  “Nothing you need
to worry about,” he said.

  “Huh-uh.” I shook my head.

  “Huh-uh, what?”

  “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?” he asked.

  “Shut me out of the serious stuff, like it doesn’t concern me.”

  Ivan’s brow rose like mine had, only when he did it, it was sexy as hell.

  “C’mon,” I said. “I told you about my email to Suzanne. So now it’s your turn to share.”

  “You really want me to rehash ancient history, or would you rather have me fuck you?”

  He lifted a long lock of my hair, gently sifting through the individual strands. His darkened eyes revealed his hunger, or maybe they just reflected mine. When he tucked the strand behind my ear, a predictable shiver rolled through me.

  “Ivan,” I whispered. Melting from the fire in his eyes, I shifted my weight.

  “Yeah, babe?” His gaze smoldered. “What’s your choice?”

  I lifted onto my toes, placed my lips near his ear, and whispered, “Fuck me.”

  “Gladly.”

  He grabbed the hem of his shirt—the one I had on—and whipped it over my head. My nipples preened to points that ached from the caress of the cool air. Tossing the shirt aside, he dove his hands into my hair and kissed me. Wet heat rushed between my legs as his firm lips brushed my softer ones, urging them apart.

  “Ivan.” I exhaled his name, the password that gained him entrance, though he didn’t really need one.

  I glided my hands into his silky hair. He slipped his wet tongue into my mouth, making love to it. Each additional deep stroke made me hotter. Abandoning his hair, I clutched his shoulders, molding my curves to the rigid length of his body.

  “Babe, fuck.” He broke the kiss and walked me backward into the bunks. “Grab the handrails on either side of you. And keep them there.” He growled the order, his eyes wild and dark.

  “Okay.” I found the steel bars and curled my hands around the cool metal.

  Ivan ripped off his boxers, and I experienced another shimmer of anticipation just from looking at him. Nude, his form was chiseled perfection. His gaze was hot, and his cock was pointed straight at me.

  “Stop teasing me.”

  “Just standing here, babe.”

  “Standing there looking like you do too far away from me is teasing.” My body throbbed for his cock. “Come take me.” I licked my dry lips.

  “Oh, I plan to.” His gaze dipped to my mouth.

  “Yet, you’re still talking.”

  My lips tingled. I wanted him to kiss me again. He had me wet and aching already. I gripped the bars tighter, my pulse pounding between my legs as he slowly grinned and stalked closer.

  “Such a sassy mouth, and so beautiful.” He framed my face, the heat in his eyes saying as much as his words how much I pleased him.

  I leaned more fully into the frame of his hands, turning my head to press a kiss to the center of each palm, adding a deliberate lick.

  “And naughty,” he said, hissing in a breath.

  Gliding his hands down my neck, he smoothed them over my shoulders before he shaped my tits in them. They swelled, conforming to his palms. I pulled in a sharp breath as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and finger, and then the other, providing the perfect pressure. He lowered his head, and I bit back a moan of anticipation. More wetness dampened my inner thighs when he blew a gust of hot breath over the tips. They hardened, and my cunt throbbed.

  “So good, Ivan.”

  My voice was a mere rasp, my body shuddering when he fastened his lips around the nipple he’d just teased. The hungry suction of his wet mouth and the wicked lash of his hot tongue as he alternated between my breasts unspooled ribbons of warm ecstasy within me.

  “Ivan, yes.” I whipped my head from side to side. Wanting, wanting more, but unable to take it. I was at his mercy, and I loved the way he teased me when he was in control like this. He knew what I liked, and he would give it to me. Pleasure and more pleasure, only I wanted it now.

  “Yes what, babe?” He lifted his head, his eyes dark and heavily hooded. “Do you need to let go of the bars?”

  We’d played a similar game the night before. If I didn’t do what he told me to, if I messed up and reached for him, he would stop, and we would start all over again at the beginning.

  “Give me your cock.” My voice was rough, and I wanted him to roughen it more. I wanted him to hone the fine edge of my desire with his own. “Fuck me, Ivan. Hard and fast.”

  Giving me a hot look, he reached above me and grabbed a condom packet from his bunk. Ripping it open, he discarded the package, and rolled the rubber on as I watched. He was so hard, his cock bobbed, but remained pointed at me.

  When he lifted his head and saw my rapt attention, his lips curved. “You sure you’re ready?”

  “Yes.” I licked my lips.

  “Good, because I am.”

  The rumble of his deep voice rushed more heat southward. Grabbing my hips, he yanked me forward. The bite of his fingers on my skin spurred my desire. He was as eager for me as I was for him. His cock piercing caught the light as he positioned himself. Briefly, the metal flickered, but only for a moment, because in the next, he plunged the entire length of his cock inside me.

  “Oh, Ivan . . .” I moaned. Rolling my hips, I reveled in the fullness, reveled in him.

  “You feel so good, babe. So right.” He pumped his cock out and in again, reminding me how good we fit together, reclaiming all he owned.

  I whimpered his name as my scalp and my toes tingled. I was impaled, full of all of him, but needing and wanting more. “Please, I need you.”

  “I’ll get you there.” He glided out slow, then back inside hard. “I’ll get us both there.”

  He entered and then withdrew, until only the blunt edge of his cock remained inside me, and then he did it again. And again.

  I gripped the rails tighter.

  “You’re so wet, babe.” His piercing refined my need to a razor’s edge. “So tight.”

  Ivan filled me so perfectly. He flooded my body with heat, and all the dark spaces inside me with light.

  “I’m close,” I warned him on a shuddering breath. Trembling, I could barely hold back. My release shimmered just out of reach.

  “I know. I can feel you tightening around me.” The heat in his eyes ignited me, and he punctuated his words with another deep thrust. “You’re so fucking hot.”

  Ivan began to hammer into me, pumping me with steel, setting me on fire. He threw his head back, and my orgasm hit me as he roared. I fell apart as he did. The sharp, broken pieces shattered, then melded back together inside our flame.

  Marsha

  SATED, I CAME OUT of the shower, the fire inside me simmering but far from extinguished. Ivan was waiting for me, leaning against the bunks.

  “Babe,” he said, his voice as husky as it had been earlier.

  When I shivered, his gaze dipped, taking me in.

  “There are three other guys on this bus. You can’t walk around in just a towel.”

  “Why not?” I asked. “It’s only you and me right now.”

  “They could walk back here at any minute.”

  My brows drawn together, I glanced toward the curtain separating us from the front lounge. “I had on a lot less than that earlier.” I’d worn only his cock as he fucked me with it, slamming into me again and again as I’d held on to the bars on either side of the aisle.

  “I forgot the rules.”

  “What rules are those?”

  “The one about no chicks on the bus. Once we leave the venue, they’re not allowed. The guys don’t get yet that you’re an exception.” His gaze dark, he uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the wall. “An exceptional exception. I forget everything but having you when you look at me like you are right now.”

  “Like how?” I licked my lips, barely able to focus on his words as I watched him move. He had a cocky strut I’d always been partial to. Plus, now he was wearing the mus
cle tee he’d stripped off me. Large on me, it fit him distractingly tight, as if glued on to draw attention to every sculpted muscle.

  “Like you’ve forgotten everything in the world but me.” He stopped with his bare toes nearly touching mine. “The way I forget everything but you.”

  “What world?” My gaze dropped as his half-buttoned jeans slid lower. The metal buckle of his undone belt swung like a pendulum, clanging into his wallet chain and creating a tambourine-like sound.

  A call to round two of pleasure?

  Yes, please.

  “You’re irresistible when you’re turned on by me.” Tucking his finger under my chin, Ivan lifted my head. His lips in an amused half grin, he held me captive with his mesmerizing gaze. “You’re beautiful, sexy, and formidable. I can hardly believe our troubles are finally behind us. That you’re mine now, and mine alone.”

  “There’s no one for me but you.” I covered his hand with mine, pulling it away from my face and dropping my gaze to look at it so he wouldn’t see the remaining trepidation in my eyes.

  “You’re it for me too,” he said softly. “Mine and mine alone. I hope you realize that.”

  “Speaking of Mine.” I lifted my head. “I’d better call Barbara to check on my cat.”

  “You do that. I’ll go up front and have a talk with the guys about exceptions.” He squeezed my fingers. “I’d probably better give Timmons a call too.”

  “Good luck.”

  “Love you.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

  “Love you too,” I said to his back, unsteady from just the brush of his mouth and watching his sexy ass flex in jeans that seemed to make love to it.

  Those important words seemed to roll so effortlessly off his tongue. They weren’t as easy for me—not that I didn’t feel the exact same way he did. It was just that there was an underlying fear within me.

  Giving my heart away often preceded me losing those who were most dear to me. My mom. Hawk. My baby. My failures holding on to love tallied higher than my one solitary long-term success—my best friend, Raven. And I’d nearly screwed up everything with her.