My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Oh!” a gasp emitted from my throat due to the sudden pleasure and pain.

“You okay, hun?”

I jerked myself out of my libidinous haze to stand properly on my feet. A passing tech with a headset and concerned brown eyes looked at me. She put a hand on my shoulder. “Do you need some water or something?”

“No, no. I'm fine.” I took a breath, then another.

The tech looked down at my lanyard.

“Oh, you're the guys' new assistant,” she chuckled, pushing a violet lock behind her ear. “You just met them, huh?”

I blushed. “Y-yes, just a few minutes ago.”

Is this a common reaction?

“It's okay. You're just human like the rest of us,” the girl giggled, patting me on my shoulder. “Good luck. They go through assistants faster than they do water.”

Then she walked off, smirking, like there was something going on that I didn't know about.

What’s going on here?

My thighs shifted together, rubbing my clit and making me pant. Lust tightened into a fist deep in my belly. I immediately forgot about the strange words from the tech.

Time to find some privacy.

Shoving my hands in the pockets of my khaki pants, I headed towards my trailer. The guys already had what they needed for the night, so there was no reason for me to stick around. In my small space, I would finally be alone to fix my problem.

Hopefully, no one could decipher the look on my face the way that the tech did. Being easy to read had its pros and its cons.

The light clicked on inside, revealing a mostly empty single room. There was only one other door, and it led to the tiny, bathless bathroom. It didn’t matter, though. I was a minimalist, and this was just temporary.

Tellingly, there was an Alpha Prime poster on the wall. It was my way of getting hyped for the new job.

Plus, I needed some emotional preparation. Working with three internationally known rock stars is no easy feat for a quiet virgin like me. But looking at the poster was a mistake. Staring at those handsome faces and bare chests was too much to handle. My nipples were so hard that they hurt.

I licked my lips and turned away from the poster, but the image was already seared into my brain.

The three heartthrobs posed on a huge rock by the seaside. According to the small photo credit at the bottom, it was taken in some Irish town where they’d performed the year before. The trio wore low-rider jeans and nothing else—which was exactly how the fans liked them. Water from the sea splashed up their long, rippling legs and soaked their jeans, the damp material emphasizing those muscled physiques.

Unable to help myself, I turned back around to stare at the poster. Trent’s bulge was massive.

Was it a sock? That’s what I thought at first, but maybe it wasn’t…

My curious tongue flicked out to stroke my lips.

What would it taste like?

Shocking even myself, I tried to pull my gaze away from Trent’s crotch. Then, wandering eyes stumbled across Mason's rippling abs. The tingle low in my stomach grew into heat. It sank lower, settling into the place that touched my panties.

Again, I looked away, but my eyes collided with Nick's nipples, flat and dark against his chiseled chest. There was no way to fight the way that the trio made me feel.

Those masculine nipples would feel so good under my tongue.

I groaned and stumbled back against the door of my trailer with a thud, unable to control the lust any longer.

It was wrong. But my hand was already unzipping my khakis, sliding into my soaked panties. I bucked at my own touch.

They had made me so wet. My clit was thick and throbbing as I thought about those three hard, sexy bodies. One stroke then another. If only the band were there to see my reaction. A pinch of my clit and I gasping and sliding down the door, shivering from the force of my orgasm.