Christmas with a Rockstar (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3.50)

Jewel nodded. “I know.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Gran.” The girl studied her grandmother for a long moment. “I know because you’ve shown me.”

“I hope so, sweet girl. I hope you don’t forget. I hope my example is enough. I hope you never have to learn the hard way about how difficult life can be.”

“Like my mother?” The child’s lip trembled.

Alice studied her granddaughter, surprised by the clarity of the child’s perception. She’d mistakenly believed Jewel had been too young to remember the circumstances of her life before her grandmother had adopted her.

“Beauty is reflected in honorable actions, not pretty promises, not in what a person has or how they look on the outside.” She took and squeezed her granddaughter’s hand. “And the right man—a good man—is one who will look at you with love in his eyes. He’ll listen. He’ll be gentle. He will show he cares by the changes he makes in his life for you.”

Alice smiled bravely, blinking back the tears that threatened at the memory of her Eli, and gave her granddaughter the best advice she could.

“A good man’s arms, not a castle, will be the most perfect home you will ever find.”

Rush

Naked and on my side, I was being worked over by three curvaceous women in the middle of my hotel bed. I weighed the supersize tits of the babe in front of me, unsure if they were fake or real, while the chick who pressed into me from behind ran her manicured nails around my nipples.

Guys who tell you that isn’t a turn-on? They’re fucking lying.

Tension built inside me as the third woman worked my cock. She knew what she was doing. Determined, she kept at me as I lengthened in her hand, not stopping even when I was distracted by a phone call from my drummer, Jack Howard, about another argument between him and my bassist, Benton Kennedy. My bandmates had been at each other’s throats the entire week, ever since Benton had been busted having phone sex with Jack’s wife.

I didn’t get the constant competition between them. Maybe the rivalry arose from their different backgrounds. Jack had been raised in an abusive low-income home, while Ben had a privileged upbringing where his physical needs were indulged but his emotional needs were ignored.

But why poach another guy’s woman? There was plenty of unencumbered snatch on the road.

Groupies at the venues. Groupies on the bus. Groupies at the pre-show hotel parties like this one. A never-ending surplus of them. They threw themselves at us constantly. The last stop on the tour tonight? No exception.

Apparently noting my inattention, the groupie behind me pinched my nipples at the same time the one down low fisted my rod like a super-tight cunt.

Refocused, I felt my spine begin to tingle at the base. The chick crouched beside me shoved one of her basketball-sized globes into my mouth, and my body drew taut. F

ake or real, tits were tits. I had a pair of fantasies to suck on, two pressed into my back, and two more shadowing my cock.

I swirled my tongue around the globe in my mouth and sucked its elongated nipple between my lips, then bit down. Fantasy Chick liked that a hell of a lot. She moaned, and the hand working my steel-hard cock sped up.

Finally, inevitably, it happened. Three bodacious babes, naked and writhing on my hotel bed with me? Yeah, that setup had the desired effect.

Despite a bump of coke and too much whiskey, I groaned low in my throat and let go. My spine stiffened as I released my load. Spurts of hot cum coated the pumping hand fastened around my cock.

“All right, darlin’,” I said as I sat up.

Over and done, from the heights of make-believe to the depths of reality I crashed. Disappointment awaited me just on the other side.

“That’s enough. Hands off my junk.”

As my dissatisfaction came roaring back, I didn’t bother pretending I was interested anymore. Because I was an asshole. But also because I knew what this was, and so did they. I got a reprieve from the hubris of my own headspace, and they got bragging rights that they had done it with Rush McMahon, Black Cat Records’ biggest rock star. An even exchange.

And now I wanted them gone. Their clashing fragrances filled the air, searing my nasal passages and making my gaze burn.

“Nothing personal,” I said as I carefully swept Fantasy Chick out of my way.

The down-low chick was already on the floor retrieving her clothes. The ringleader of the trio, she seemed well versed with the fuck ’em and leave ’em drill.

“Pick up your cells in the other room on your way out,” I said gruffly.