CRASH & BURN (Rule Breaker) (12 page)

His cock jerked at the raw, throaty sound of her voice. She leaned into him, her tits pushed into his back, and he reached around, trailing his fingers over the sides of her body, taking his time, searching for her hot spots. There. She quivered at the pressure of his fingers just shy of her hip bones, and then again at the dimples over her perfect arse. Alana had the body to wear a thong bikini or nothing at all. The breath twisted in his lungs. He’d lose it, the day she walked around naked in front of another man in his presence.

Closing his eyes, he fought the image of Alana doing anything with another man. “Come on, baby. I’m so hot for you I could jet right this second.”

Chapter Nine

Jon moved her body onto the bed, positioning her until she straddled his hips. His whispered demands had her melting, her breath catching.

“Lift up,” he told her as he gripped his cock. His body beneath her, and the power he wielded to bring her to the cliff and then have her leap into an ocean of bliss, made her senses swim.

Each time she dove, the place she landed bathed her in ecstasy. “Mmm,” she moaned.

“What are you thinking?” He reached up, caressing the side of her face. Feather-light tracings. “Those sounds you utter are maddening.”

This side of him…for all his gorgeous, well-mannered moves, this part of him, teasing and easy, was the hardest to resist. The sight and feel of him touching her had her spiraling. A vortex of wishful thinking. Her insides constricted and she pulled back her emotions. “What a perfectly spectacular lay you’ve turned out to be.”

“Oh, I daresay the compliment is very much on the other foot…and leg, and hip. I can’t wait to fuck your tits. Damn, that’s another fantasy of mine for you.”

“Really? Are you serious?” She rubbed her folds over the head of his cock, and sucked in a gulp of air.

“As in thrusting between them and coming all over your lovely skin.”

“My nipples are hardening just thinking about it.” Pressing her palms to his chest, she tried to sound the epitome of sophistication. “Would you take a photograph of yourself doing it?”

“Funny you should say that.” He stopped smiling. “But fuck. If you’d let me, I doubt I could resist.”

She swallowed, envisioning him with a camera or his cell. Anything he suggested with his damned British accent sounded hot. “Only for our eyes? Sure. Why not?”

He gazed at her quizzically. Is this what he did? Had she uncovered a thread, explaining his over-the-top ability to demon-fuck her into mindless bliss? That didn’t make sense. She’d suggested making it a Kodak moment. Not him.
Stop thinking too much.

Her heart rapped at a fast clip as her gaze roamed around the room. Dark wood headboard and furniture, muted grays and blues for fabrics. Expensive and understated. Nothing telltale. As usual.

With him, it would be better to blank her mind and stop searching. Do as she’d suggested. Live in the moment and enjoy the ride. “Jon, that feels amazing,” she murmured, gazing into his sapphire eyes.

He must have sensed the shifting within her. “Baby, relax.”

With his hands gripping her hips and his cock at her entrance, she lowered herself onto him. Stretching around him, she instinctively clenched, and his fingers dug into the flesh at her hips.

“Oh God,” she moaned, shivering at his touch, and then lowered herself all the way down him. He filled her, making it easy to think of nothing except the length of him taking up all the space within her. She whispered, “I’ve got you.”

“Jesus, you’re tight. So bloody amazing. Ride me, baby.” He squeezed her breasts, thumbing and pinching her nipples.

She pushed her breasts against his hands while she rocked her hips forward and back, playing with his hunger.

“Want a taste?” Teasing him with one of her breasts, she swiped her nipple over his mouth and moved away without letting him sample her.

This was her show, and she relished the power to give him pleasure as well as torturously tease him. Something inside her wanted him to feel the same relentless craving she had for him. Driving and mad. And she showed him by grinding down on his erection.

“Alana,” he groaned her name, and her chest tightened at the need in his voice. “That’s it. Baby. Just like that.”

“More? Like this?” she asked, and moved her knee up alongside his chest, taking him deeper, and increasing her speed.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re incredible.” A muscle over his jaw twitched faster, spurring her hip rotations over his body. She increased her speed, riding him wildly until her lips and tongue instinctively formed his name.

Sweat dripped down her face, plastering her hair to her cheek, and she hungered to hear him wildly yell her name. Her pulse raced frantically, and the hot embers of her orgasm began to flame through her, tearing at the wish for him to fold first.
So close.

“Let me slam you down on me,” he said. His voice was hoarse, his eyes heavy-lidded. She didn’t think he’d honor any response other than,
By all means
.

“Are you sure you can take it?” she threw back, arching a brow and squeezing her pussy. She stopped moving. “Say pretty please.”

“
Pretty fucking please
. I adore that move of yours, but don’t tease me.” He grabbed her by the arms and brought her chest to his mouth, closing his lips around her nipple. His hot, wet mouth unleashed the onset of a shattering of her walls. He switched breasts and she could feel her eyes begin to roll back into her head at the way he bit her swollen nipple. Dragging his mouth from tip to aching tip, he teased her mercilessly with each rough suck, each scalding lick.

She had to do something before she drowned in pleasure, and he owned all of her. She kissed and sucked the side of his neck, swaying her hips over him. “Well. Think you want more?”

Suddenly, he stopped. He gazed at her, fire gleaming in his eyes. “Big talk for a girl who’s on the edge. Aren’t you, baby?”

Dammit. How did he know? “Maybe,” she whispered hoarsely. In a blink, he pushed her over and rolled on top of her.

“I’m going to take us home.”

With that said, he began pumping his hips, and there was no return. Her walls were obliterated by his slamming plunge. He picked up her legs, hooking her knees and drove his shaft into her. His raging thrusts buried his cock deep inside her. “Come for me. Your juices are flowing. Baby, talk to me.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me with your massive cock. Jesus, just like that, Jon.” He’d done it again. Unlocked that magical place within her, and she dived back into the warm pleasure-waves of the ocean he created. He shuddered above her, powerfully steering her release. The hot splash of his semen filled her along with his dick seated deep inside her.

Jon delivered her into paradise and kept her afloat. Golden, warm waves lapped at her tingling skin. “Jon,” she whispered against his neck, sweat dripping down her face while her muscles trembled.

His body covered hers, and his heart pumped vigorously, the beat traveling across her skin and into her chest, a companion to her own heartbeat. At first she swam weightlessly in the heavy, sweltering aftermath of another mind-blowing climax. But then, as the daze receded and she opened her eyes, she met his gaze. The previous Lansing storm had abated and he stared at her, the teasing smile from his mouth overtaking his features. His gorgeous good looks assaulted her. With his tousled hair and sweat-drenched features, he was smoking hot. Lethal.

“You’re one lucky bastard,” she said. “Always turning the tables.”

“My gift,” he laughed. “Not so bad yourself, considering that Latina temper of yours. God, I could devour you.”

“I think you did,” she said, curling her arm around his hard waist. “We still have work tonight.”

“What a task master. I suppose you’re right. Would you care to take a gander at the studio?”

“Are you playing fair? Is that some sort of buttering me up for the contract?”

“Sudsing is more like it. I’ll throw in a bottle of champagne. Yeah. I’d love to
butter
you up, but not for the reasons you’re tossing about.”

“Fine. Why do I find it hard to believe that you get pissing drunk? Seems way too out-of-control for you.”

“I’m not a total tosser. Sure, I get pissed, just not every color of the rainbow.” He kissed her shoulder and lifted off the mattress. “I’ll show you my technological lair. You be the judge.”

* * *

Down in his studio, she fingered the switches and levers along one of the control surfaces. She toyed with a fader knob, glancing down the line of mixers and high-tech instruments. “You weren’t lying. It’s no wonder Altwood found his platinum. This place is outfitted with every imaginable music-making necessity. You man the board?”

“I can. But no, you’ll have a crew working the controls. The best.”

“How come I didn’t hear who was assigned?”

“Initially, we were mulling over going with a team who deals in rock. So far, we’ve gotten bids from a wide array of teams who want in on your journey. Alana, you could go in several directions.”

“How is that decided?”

For a millisecond his expression blanked, but he refocused on her and his ability to consume her was fully in place.

“Various factors. Depends on projections about where your voice, style, and skills will find musical appeal. Take a look at the contract and the offers coming in at this time.” He opened a laptop and typed rapidly. Stopping, he placed the laptop in front of her. “Here. Read.”

On the screen, she read the beginning of a sea of legalese. Scrolling down, she jerked her hands away from the keyboard as though it had caught fire. “Holy. Holy. Is this a mistake?” she asked before she covered her mouth with her hand.

“No. This is a real offer.”

“I’ve never seen so many zeros.”

“Let me explain, and mind you, tomorrow the attorney will explain more fully the different paragraphs within the agreement. This contract changes depending upon which road you take. This one was drawn with the highest bid to date.”

“What does that mean? If we took this offer, where would we be headed?”

“More than likely to Hollywood or London.”

“Why does that sound so farfetched?” She laughed.

“Give me a second.” He swung the laptop around and began typing again. She watched another file open up. “Here’s another offer.”

She read down the same basic wording but with different names this time, and then her eyes hit the line for contractual payout. “Whoa. That’s a big difference. I mean, not bad, but that’s nearly ten times smaller.”

“This is the contract that was offered to Orion for playing gigs similar to what you’ve been doing. Moving up slowly, and in a year or two you might find that you’re a headliner somewhere in the range of Raven’s Run. There are spreadsheet projections that go with each of these contracts.” He stared at her and probably noticed the slight shock settling over her features as she read the documents. She quickly masked her initial, unsophisticated reaction.

“Oh. What was the first one for? I mean, what type of music?” She gazed at the contract hooking her up with Glitz.

He raked his fingers through his hair and inhaled before answering her. Not good, she wagered. “Pop.” That’s all he said.

She repeated, “Pop? As in pop music?”

“Yes. But there’s another difference.”

“And that is?”

This time, he scrubbed his hand down his face. “Alana, this contract would only be issued to you. Another, completely different contract would be drawn up for the band, if they were offered in.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean, if offered? Is this real or not?”

“For you it is. This is a solo deal.”

Without taking the time to think, she exclaimed, “No way. You can take this offer and shove it.”

Chapter Ten

She all but shoved the laptop across the counter, glaring like an untamed tigress at him. “Alana, I understand your gut reaction. That’s why there are various forms of the agreement. Nothing, and I repeat, nothing, will be decided without an attorney present for your benefit as well as for the Lansing label.” God damn! How in the hell did she have the ability to go from zero to bitch in less than two seconds?

She slammed her hands on the counter. “I don’t get it. Billy is going to think this is crap.”

“Billy. Why in the hell does it matter what he thinks individually? Do you have a thing for him?”

“Are you mental? He’s hooked up with Christy. Did you miss them tonight kissing for the cameras?”

“I have no idea if you two are involved. I’m not the one traveling around with a group of guys, involved in a bunch of parties that require damage control.” He wasn’t doing much better at being rational, with his desire to turn her over his lap and smack her arse until she learned to temper her tone beginning to rise through his body. A roaring montage of dirty images filled his head, and all of them involved her mouth sliding up and down his cock, or him spanking her until she spoke to him minus her razor-edged gilded tongue. To top it off, he sported a semi-hard-on, getting stiffer by the second in her raging presence.

She seemed to have a sorceress’s ability to realize instantly whenever he stepped closer and found himself mesmerized by her personality, that it was time to snap a painful reminder that she unquestionably possessed an equally potent tougher-than-nails side.

“I’ve not done one thing that I need to hide. Don’t make it seem like staying out until dawn is morally wrong.”

“Do you even know what goes on around you?” He flipped open the laptop again and double-clicked on a file. “These images ring a bell, babe?”

Alana held his gaze for a several thunderous heartbeats. Daggers flew from her eyes, and when she inhaled, he easily imagined the thoughts she must have been thinking. He eyed her pushing a tendril of hair behind her ear, and sucking on the center of her bottom lip as she tapped the down arrow. Several different expressions crossed her face and he gazed down at the screen after her eyes widened. “Ah, yes. Anyone you know?”