Rocked Parts 1-4 Box Set: A New Adult Rockstar Romance (Billionaire's Obsession Book 124) (18 page)

Johnny

It was well past midnight, local time, when I finally finished the show—including the encore that the screaming girls demanded. I took my final bow, pouring what little energy I had left out onto the stage. I said goodnight, waved at the crowd, and exited, expecting to see Amanda waiting in the spot where she had been for most of the show. She was gone. Kevin was standing there, alone.

“Where’s Amanda?” I asked Kevin as I walked backstage.

“I’m not sure,” he answered.

“Listen, Johnny. Look. About Amanda. I’m not really sure this is working out. This is only the first stop on the tour, and I know it is smaller than some of these other venues, but I don’t think she’s a fit. Fred and his team can handle it.”

“I don’t want to have this argument again. She’s staying. Period.”

I turned to walk away. Between the jet lag, lack of sleep, performing for three hours, and the stress over Amanda, I was in no mood for his shit. I wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep for the next two days straight—preferably with Amanda beside me.

Before I got anywhere, Kevin and I were surrounded by Larry and four more of Fred’s men.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Larry spoke up. “Johnny, Kevin. Something has happened. There’s an imminent on-site threat. We need to get you inside.”

The five FBI agents flanked us and Larry told us to stay close. He probably didn’t need to tell us to stick to them—they practically carried us back to the dressing room before the pack of party girls could catch up to us. I did not mind. Spending the afternoon with them had been more than enough for me.

“Johnny!”

I looked up as Fred and Amanda ran down the hallway toward us.

“We need you to wait where the FBI and security detail are stationed while we sweep your room again,” Fred told us all.

“What are you talking about?” Kevin asked.

“Amanda found something suspicious. Larry, get them inside quickly. And ensure no one uses these ear pieces to communicate. They’ve been compromised. Daniel, come with us.”

Again, Kevin and I were whisked away to a large sitting room to wait with four of the new FBI agents. After about twenty minutes, Daniel came back for us.

“What the hell is going on?” Kevin shouted as we followed Daniel down the hall to the dressing room.

Fred and Amanda were standing over a basket. He wore latex gloves, and was putting the contents of into individual bags.

“We believe the stalker was here,” he said, and asked us to sit in the two armchairs while they were finishing up. “Don’t touch anything.”

Kevin was beet red with worry, and some frustration. “Look. Can one of you start from the beginning and tell us what the hell happened?”

Fred called Daniel over to finish packing up the items, and asked Amanda to sit with us so the two of them could go over what had happened. Fred gave us the minute-by-minute chain of events, from Amanda receiving the instruction over her earpiece, to finding the suspicious basket. Kevin asked one of the two obvious burning questions.

“How the hell did someone else get on the radio and call her off the stage? I hope central dispatch wasn’t away from his post. Fuck. How could this have happened?”

“It’s easier than you may think, Kevin. Remember, the person we’re dealing with has expertise online. All they would need is a radio scanner or a software-defined scanner, which is a common radio frequency tool to listen in or hack radio communications. With the scanner, the person can be up to seven hundred and fifty feet away to listen in, and with the right software scanners, they could be anywhere.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re the FBI, and you let someone do this?”

“Calm down, Kevin. The radio equipment is not FBI-issued. That was our first oversight. We used what your private security detail brought with them. Their earpieces were not encrypted.”

“What?” Kevin shouted, shaking his head.

“They weren’t, and what’s worse is without encryption, they became just like bugging devices. If the stalker is as skilled as we believe she is, she could hear all of our conversations, even when we weren’t speaking to central dispatch. It means we need to assume she heard everything that was since before the concert started.

“How could this happen?” he asked, running an anxious hand though his hair.

“Look. There’s enough blame to go around, but let’s focus on how we can be more prepared on the next leg of the tour. I’ll take on command of communications, and we’ll use an FBI-issue encrypted system.”

“Fine. What about the basket?”

“It means she was very likely here. It makes sense, if she was listening in on our conversations, and gave that order for Amanda to come to the dressing room.”

“Can she still be here?”

“It’s unlikely, but possible. We’re looking into it now. Unfortunately, as so many guests have already left, they decided not to institute a lockdown on the island.”

One of the uniformed island staff arrived at the door with two of the Sheikh’s personal guards. “Excuse me,” the man said as he stepped into the room. “I was told you had some questions for me?”

“Yes,” Fred said. “This basket was delivered to this room for Johnny. I need to know who delivered it and if anyone signed it in. I’ll also need access to all security footage from the last six hours.”

He nodded and left to gather up the information and files for the FBI.

Kevin seemed like he was still not ready to let go of the blame game. He exploded. “I hold you responsible,” he said, now aiming his wrath toward Amanda. She braced and sat quietly as she listened to his tirade. “It’s your job to protect him!”

“She thought the order to leave her post came from me,” Fred jumped in to her defense. “And you should be thanking her for her quick thinking. Had she not noticed the basket, who knows what could have happened if Johnny ate from it after the concert.”

Kevin would not back down. “You’re missing the point, Fred. She never should have left the stage. What if something had happened out there?”

“That’s enough,” I said, standing up to square off with him. “I’ve had it tonight with the way you keep throwing Amanda under the bus every chance you get.” I turned to Fred. “Who are you going to assign to join Amanda and me on the helicopter ride back to Athens?”

“Larry. Daniel. Eric. You three go on with Johnny.”

“Come on,” I held out a hand to Amanda. “We’re leaving.”

Amanda snapped up to her feet, but hesitated, looking at my extended hand. Kevin didn’t say anything further, dismissing us with a flick of his hand. I put my arm over her shoulder when she didn’t take my hand, and got her out of the room and away from his abuse. We stepped out of the room just in time to see a pack of drunken girls from the party, wobbling down the hall in our direction. Kevin’s security guys stopped them, and the five of us headed back to the helicopter sitting on the helipad. Two of the Sheikh’s guards stood nearby, keeping watch as they were now aware the stalker might still be on the island.

We waited for a few minutes before the pilot was ready for us, and I looked at Amanda out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to reach over and run my fingers down the smooth skin of her bare arms. I could not decipher the expression on her face. My gut told me she felt partly responsible for what had happened. I didn’t raise the issue. It would have been pointless, with the chopper blades’ deafening roar in the background. The five of us were directed to board a few minutes later, and our silence continued as we flew back and took the waiting limousine to the hotel.

The FBI and Amanda did another sweep of our suite, and once it was cleared, the men left. Only when we were finally alone in our shared hotel room did I finally break my silence.

“Amanda, what happened tonight wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?”

“Yes. More or less.”

“Kevin’s just overreacting as usual.”

“He’s really gunning for me, though. I don’t think he’ll stop until I have no choice but to leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere. You promised me, remember? And besides, Kevin can’t fire you now that Fred wants you to continue on the investigation.”

She walked away from me, pacing across the living area. “Kevin doesn’t strike me as willing to lay down for anyone, not even the FBI.”

I took her hand and led her to the sit in the sofa. She sat beside me, and leaned forward, putting her face into her hands. “If he does, it’s probably for the best, anyway.”

“I don’t want you to leave, Amanda. You’re great at what you do. And I enjoy having you around.”

“Kevin doesn’t give a crap about that.” She shook her head. “Let’s just drop it. I need some sleep.”

“What the hell, Amanda?” I said, getting to my feet and doing some pacing of my own. “I don’t get you. I’m putting it out there for you, but you make me feel like I’m wasting my time.”

“I don’t want you to put it out there! I never asked for that,” she shouted, jolting herself off the sofa and spinning around to face me. “I told you before we even left LA that I don’t do relationships. So, why are you pushing this so hard?”

“Did I say anything about a relationship? I said I don’t want you to leave and I enjoy having you around. I wasn’t talking about a relationship. I’m not pushing anything. I’m asking you to open up and trust me—as a friend.”

Her eyes were wide as she stared up to me. I sensed some skepticism, but her face softened. “Okay.”

“So let me handle Kevin. Deal?”

“Fine,” she answered, finally relaxing.

“Good,” I said, and stood to up. “Now kiss me.”

Johnny

“I want you, Amanda.”

She looked up at me and shook her head.

“Didn’t you just say all you want is my friendship?”

I pulled her closer. “Friends can kiss.”

“Friends with benefits, maybe,” she joked. “Not a pretend girlfriend who also happens to be your personal bodyguard.”

“Okay. I can do that. Now let me help you relax, friend.”

Something changed as she looked up at me. She gave me her silent permission. I pulled her gently by the hands and stopped in the middle of the living room, turning just enough to pick her up and carry her to our room.

Before we made it to the bed, I lowered her to stand. She slid her hands up my chest and wrapped them around my neck. Her body loosened up. She was intoxicating as she let her hips grind on me. I leaned down and cradled her face in my hands to kiss her. She let out a sexy moan when I parted her lips, and our tongues sought each other. When I growled in response, she hissed and slid a hand down to my throbbing cock.

“I want you too, Lorne.”

I pulled away from her slowly and took a step back. I just wanted to look at her for a moment; to appreciate how beautiful she was, eyes darkened with desire, skin slightly flushed with need. I stepped forward again, closing the gap between us as I pulled her back into my arms. My hands roamed down her body, and I dropped to my knees and peeled the hem of her dress up to her waist. She looked down into my eyes, running a hand through my hair as I kissed along the line of her panties. Her breathing quickened, and her hips swayed in reaction.

“Oh God, Lorne.”

I slid two fingers under each side of her panties, kissing her mound through the soft fabric.

“Take them off and fuck me, Lorne.”

I moved them down her legs slowly, kissing from her thighs down to her knees until the panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and I moved back up her legs, ready to focus on giving her all the pleasure she could ever need. I looked up at her and spread her legs farther apart. By now she was glistening wet, and her clit was already pronounced. I brushed by her clit with my tongue to taste her. Amanda did not wait.

She grabbed my head and began to grind her hips into my face, her head thrown back with abandon as I licked and laved, tasting her sweet pussy. Her legs trembled and buckled as I continued, and soon she was bucking her hips, hands gripped tightly on my shoulder when she came. She stood there, weakened, leaning on me as her body tremored.

“God, Lorne,” she said. “Come inside me now, please baby.”

I stood up and carried her over to bed, but she stood up and turned back to me, undoing my belt and jeans. She looked at me with a primal need, her eyes hooded. I let my pants fall to the floor and tugged my boxers off my legs. She turned to the bed again, and bent over the side, begging me to enter her from behind. She pressed her elbows into the sheets, calling my name when I grasped her hips and positioned my rock hard cock at her soft, wet folds. I took my time, and entered her slowly.

“You’re so wet, Amanda.”

“I need you inside me so bad.”

She pushed her hips back to press her slit at the tip of my cock head, and I lost all control. I buried my cock deep inside on a single, sinful thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so soft, babe,” I growled, moving in and out of her channel.

She was still in her heels, but pressed up on her tiptoes to stick her ass up higher, moving with my rhythm. My desire for her lifted up to new heights. I picked up the pace, driving deeper inside her, and soon I could feel her channel tightening and flexing as her legs began to shake again.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I’m coming, Lorne,” she said in a slow raspy voice. I squeezed her ass cheeks, pulling her back as I buried my cock into her to the hilt, hitting so deep inside her, she gasped and groaned. I reached a hand around to her mound and stroked her clit, and she cried through the climax that hit her hard, bringing her elbows up from the sheets as I began to come right along with her. I lifted her at the waist and pumped into her for several long, deep thrusts before exploding my release into her.

I slowly let go of her, and her upper body slumped on the bed. I sat beside her and gently pulled her into my lap, cradling her in my arms.

“You’re so amazing, Amanda.” I held her tight as she nestled up to my chest. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answered, panting heavily. “I’m great. I think we should try to get some sleep.”

I nodded and kissed her forehead, then placed her on one side of the bed covering her with the sheets. I went around to my side and crawled in beside her. She pressed her head into my chest and tucked her body in close, and I held on to her until we both fell asleep.

*****

I was barely awake when I felt Amanda stirring beside me.

“Good morning,” I said to her, half-opening one eye to look over at her.

“Morning, Lorne.” She reached her arms up and stretched.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did,” she answered, still looking sleepy when she smiled.

“You were…God, last night was great,” I whispered into her ear.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “For me too.” Her voice was soft and seductive.

I pulled her on top of me and kissed her deeply.

“I can try to be just as great this morning too,” I told her when I pulled from the kiss.

“That’s why sleeping in the same bed with you is not a good idea,” she answered, looking down at me, her eyes sultry and dark with desire.

“And why is that?”

She let her legs fall open on each side of my hips and began to rock against my growing hardness. “Because sometimes, I can’t get enough.”

I placed both hands on her ass and helped her rub against my cock. “Maybe you just haven’t had the right guy in bed with you.”

“Oh God, baby,” she whimpered.

She lifted herself up and reached her hand down between us to free my cock. I was rock hard in an instant. I slid my hands to her breasts and massaged them with both hands, thumbing over her hardened nipples as she lowered herself down my shaft.

“God, Amanda,” I groaned at the sensation, feeling transported out of this world and to another.

Her moans grew louder, and she arched her neck, head to the sky, rocking her hips as I moved deep inside her. She trailed her soft hands over my chest, massaging as she went, and it sent my arousal into overdrive. I pulled her shoulders down to me. My lips found hers again for a fierce kiss. My tongue glided up her neck, nibbling gently on her ear lobe. She undulated her hips with more intensity, and I must have hit that spot that made her go wild.

My lips moved down her neck, past her collarbone to her breasts, and she groaned louder when I blew a soft breath on one nipple, then the next. My tongue circled each one before I latched on to her hardened buds. She melted against my every move. Her hands snaked around to my back, and I could feel she was close to coming. Her hips moved wildly now, and her wet, swollen clit rubbed against my skin. I gripped her hips and pulled her body toward me, and her body shook hard. She was coming again. The sensation of her tight, undulating channel was mind-blowing. It took me closer to my own release. I took quicker, deeper plunges inside her, flooding her as I came.

Her body relaxed, but after only a few minutes, she began to move her hips again. She whispered in my ear that she wanted more. Fuck. I did too. I cradled her lower back and sat up with her in my lap.

I kissed her shoulder and looked into her eyes. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Amanda.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Please what? Tell me.”

She moaned. “Please…God, Lorne. I need more.”

“Please, what?”

“Keep fucking me,” she moaned, gripping me around the chest, still grinding on my groin. “Up against that wall.”

The request was enough to make me rock hard again. I got off the bed and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I took her over to the wall, gently resting her back against it.

“Please come inside me now,” she whispered her urgent demand.

She nudged her pussy down to my manhood, and with one sharp move, I impaled her to the root.  She hissed and wrapped her arms around my neck, finding the support she needed to move along my hardness. I pounded into her, giving my all to fulfill her.

“Oh God,” she cried, pressing back against the wall for support.

She rocked and swayed her hips in circular motions, and dug her nails into my back as I buried my cock deep inside her, plunging into her repeatedly. I was unrelenting, and soon her body tensed up and seized as she began to come again, whimpering into my ear, her weakened voice helping me to my own release.

I kissed her as we climaxed together. Her body slumped into mine, molding to my body. We were both struggling for air I took her back to bed and collapsed beside her.

***

I opened my eyes and most of the morning had already gone by. Kevin would be here anytime now. I got up and called for room service, had a quick shower, and came back to wake Amanda.

“Amanda.”

She slowly opened her eyes. “Hi Lorne.”

“Hi sexy. Time to get ready. Breakfast will be here soon.”

She smiled and kicked her legs off the bed to sit up. “Great…I’m starved.”

*****

Amanda

At the sound of the bathroom door closing behind me, all the air in my lungs rushed out. I leaned on the door. I had gone too far with Johnny last night. And this morning.

I turned on the shower and stepped under the water. “What am I doing?” I asked myself. The question was out there. I just wished there was a reasonable answer for it. As the powerful spray hit my hair, I put in my favorite two-in-one shampoo and conditioner, and tried to convince myself last night was harmless, and that Johnny could handle it. Deep down, I was certain we were getting too close. I rinsed my hair and poured body wash into my bath sponge. The thought of letting Johnny in had me undone.

Long before meeting him, I had decided relationships were not for me. It was best to keep men around on a short-term basis only. It was a policy that had been effortless to follow—until now. I squeezed my eyes shut and scrubbed up with the sponge, telling myself I was over-reacting. When I finished my shower and turned off the faucet, I grabbed a towel and went back to the bedroom to get dressed. My phone rang while I was searching through one suitcase. Thinking it might be Kevin or Fred, I hurried across the room to answer it. An unknown number flashed across the screen, so I threw it back into my purse.

I had begun to brace for what felt like the inevitable—that Kevin would eventually terminate my contract. It would be for the best, I fooled myself into thinking. There would still be the release pay, and even after I returned the money Johnny have given me, there would still be enough to go out on my own. I would find a way to make it work. That was what the gig had been for—one month, big paycheck, and done. It was supposed to have been simple. Except simple was not what this assignment turned out to be.

Johnny came in when I had finished getting dressed, and let me know breakfast was ready. Something made me stare up at him, and he moved in closer. I instinctively closed my eyes and tilted my head back, waiting for him to close the gap between us. It started as a soft, sweet kiss as his lips molded to mine, holding perfectly still for a moment, as if he was intent on stretching out the moment. His lips parted and gently tugged on my top lip. He slowly parted them and ran his tongue along the curve of my bottom lip. I heard myself whimper, and his tongue reacted, plunging into my mouth and possessing me deeply. His hands moved to my lower back and pressed me into his body. I was already so lost in the moment, I barely noticed the clicking sound as the door swung open.

“This has got to stop, Johnny,” Kevin snarled.

I pulled away from Johnny, embarrassed. He was furious.

“Get out of my suite, Kevin. We’re not having this discussion.”

Kevin took no notice of Johnny’s rage. “It’s like you two are teenagers. I’m sure you know where this conversation is going, Amanda.”

“I said get out!” he barked.

“The decision is made! I warned you, Amanda. We no longer require your services,” Kevin continued, shouting as loudly as Johnny. “Fred and his team will handle all aspects of the investigation, any my private security team will take on the rest. I’ll have your check waiting for you at the front desk when you check out later. There’ll be a plane ticket too for this evening, to get you back to Miami. The front desk already has another room set up for you. I’ll have your luggage sent over immediately.”

Kevin walked out.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Johnny said, charging out into the living room after him.

I stood there. This was what I had been expecting all night. Still, even with Johnny coming to my defense, it stung. I looked back toward the door connecting the two rooms, and began to pack.