The Complete Rockstar Series

“El,” I murmur. She stands on her toes. I cup her face, bringing my mouth down over hers. Passion explodes between us and the gentle kiss turns desperate and needy, our tongues twisting together in a fight for dominance.

Aching to feel more of her body against mine, I skim my hands down her back, stopping when I reach her firm backside. My fingers knead into her flesh, pressing her hips into my hard shaft. Ellie takes a step back and sits, pulling me down until I’m lying on top of her on the long wooden bench in the center of the capsule.

“God El, I need you so badly,” I whisper against her lips.

“Me too, Adam. I want you.” She arches her back and wraps her legs around my waist, grinding the crease of her jeans into my cock.

Unable to stop myself, I rut against her hot core, not caring that I’ll probably have a sore dick later from the friction on the rough fabric of our clothing. Both of us are panting heavily, fingers touching and mouths exploring. Ellie slides her hands into the back of my jeans and I growl, letting out a string of expletives.

The ride slows and I almost don’t notice in time to keep the attendant from getting a free show.

“El,” I jump up and quickly adjust my pants. “Get up.” She flies off of the seat and fixes her clothing right before the capsule door opens.

“Enjoy your ride?” the man asks as we stop out into the rain.

We both grin like idiots and nod right before we make a run for the tube station, laughing the entire way.

* * *

“Hawke, keep up! For God’s sake, what are you doing?” Dax yells at our drummer, his face growing red and angry.

“Christ Dax, what the fuck is your problem?” He’s been acting like a bastard the last few days. It’s not a coincidence that his bad mood started when he began favoring his right side and showed up with a cut behind his ear. I know better than to ask about his battle scars, though.

“He’s not keeping up with the tempo! It’s throwing me off!”

“Maybe you didn’t practice your part like you were supposed to,” Hawke says calmly from behind his drum set, twirling his sticks around in his fingers like only a drummer can.

Dax’s shoulders hunch up. I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Liam!” I call out across the empty pub. George lets us practice Saturday and Sunday mornings before he opens.

Dax’s huge older brother looks up from his seat next to Ellie at the bar where they’re sharing a giant mound of chips, laughing like hyenas. “Yeah!”

“Tell your idiot brother to get his shit together!”

Dax shoots me a terrifying look, which I promptly ignore. I’ve known him for so long that I’m not intimidated by him, even if most people are, and rightly so. He’s a dangerous bastard.

Liam tiredly drags his hulking figure off the barstool and shouts. “Dax! Backroom, now!” He apologizes to Ellie and stalks over to the tiny back room of the DK, flinging open the shabby door.

Dax scowls, but puts down his guitar and dutifully follows his brother. In the Davies household, they look out for each other. That means Dax has loads of respect for his older brothers and pretty much asks how high when one of them says jump.

The door slams behind them with a resounding bang causing Ellie to flinch. She glances at me with worried eyes for a quick second then resumes eating her chips.

“I guess we’re taking a break guys.” I lift the strap over my head and put my guitar down on its stand.

“Cool.” Gavin pulls out his fancy mobile, climbing into a secluded booth to make a call.

“I’ll be right back,” Hawke calls out as he ducks outside.

I take the stool next to Ellie and sigh, rubbing my eyes tiredly. “No one told me you had to play referee to a bunch of fighting children in order to have a band.” I snatch one of her chips, devouring it before she can protest.

Ellie raises an eyebrow at my lack of manners. “Well,” she says thoughtfully, “you throw four big personalities into one room and you’re bound have a few disagreements here and there.” She shrugs and takes a sip of her Coke.

I swivel my stool in her direction and pull hers around until her knees are between mine. “How’d you get so sma

rt?” I ask, tugging her in for a kiss.

She playfully ducks my kiss, reaching back to get a chip off her plate. “I study instead of playing rock and roll all day long,” she laughs, dangling the chip in front of me. I dart in to take it right from her hand using my mouth, laughing at her answer as I chew.