The Rocker’s Muse Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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“Fuck, Emily. You taste even better the second time,” he rasped. “I could feast on you forever. You’re gonna make me come without even touching myself.”

“Tristan…” I moaned, ready to come any second.

“I can’t wait to feel you come all over my face.”

I cursed at myself for wishing this would be the moment he gave in, flipped me around, and entered me. The thought of Tristan inside me made me throb even harder over his mouth. I lost it, my muscles contracting and a jolt of ecstasy tearing through me as I climaxed. He sucked harder on my clit, taking every last drop of my release.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned under me, his face covered in my arousal. He licked his lips like he truly meant it.

After I came down from that second most amazing orgasm, I turned to face him. “Why is it always about me? What about you?”

“If you knew the things I fantasized about doing, you’d understand why I keep my dick in my pants.”

“Like what?”

“Too much to list.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t want to lose you by telling you.”

“What if I want to hear it? If you won’t show me, you at least have to tell me.”

“Okay, I’ll give you the PG version.” He paused, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip. “I think about sneaking onto your bus at night and letting you suck my cock until I come right over that pretty little gap in your teeth.”

A chill ran down my spine. “What else?”

“I think about fucking your tight pussy so hard it ruins you for all other men. You’ll only ever want me after I’m done with you.”

“What else?”

“I think about smacking your ass till it’s red, then fucking you from behind while I pull your hair. Then surprising you by sliding my dick into your ass, and you telling me how much you love it.”

Damn. I gulped. “Just to clarify…that’s the PG version?”

“You’d better believe it.”

After Tristan talked dirtier to me than anyone ever had, he followed it up with the worst thing he could’ve done—he lay down behind me and held me. My body tensed as I tried not to feel the emotions that elicited. Never had I felt so safe and protected. And all I could think was, This has to stop.

CHAPTER 21

EMILY

The following day, Layla confronted me after lunch in the hotel.

“You never came back last night,” she said.

Yeah. I’m quite aware of that. “I had a little…too much fun,” I told her, determined not to admit where I’d been. I could feel my face getting hot.

She winked. “I figured it was something like that. You said you were hanging out with people downstairs. I assume you met someone interesting?”

“No one you know.” My cheeks burned. “But yeah.”

I felt guilty about lying to Layla. She had become a good friend, but I couldn’t risk anyone finding out about Tristan and me. He pretended it didn’t matter to him, but he didn’t need the complication of his bandmates giving him shit or people whispering behind our backs.

“Well, next time I’ll know not to worry if you don’t return to the room.” She winked. “Didn’t think you had it in ya, kid.”

I smiled, but there couldn’t be a next time. After last night, I knew I had to do something. Tristan and I had crossed a line of intimacy that would be hard to come back from. I couldn’t risk getting any closer to him. My lack of self-control had been eye opening. I’d lost trust in my ability to make the right decisions moving forward.

My phone chimed.

Tristan: Any chance I could convince you to come to my room and have an early dinner with me before sound check?

I was tempted, but I knew what I had to do.

Emily: I’m working.

Tristan: I can pretend to need something from you. Actually, I don’t even have to pretend… I do need something from you. A kiss at the very least to get me through tonight. I can’t stop thinking about you.

I should’ve been swooning, but all I felt was sadness. Despair. He deserved more than someone who hadn’t been honest with him. My stomach felt unsettled as I typed again.

Emily: I really can’t.

The dots moved around for a long time before he responded.

Tristan: Okay.

An hour later, everyone was getting ready for sound check when I arrived to drop off coffee for the crew backstage at the venue.

“Hey, you…” came a deep voice from behind me.

I turned to find Tristan standing there, looking gorgeous in his ripped jeans and a black shirt cut off at the arms. My body came alive at the sight of him.

“What are you doing here, Tristan? Don’t you have to get ready for sound check?”

“I needed to see you, or I wasn’t gonna be able to focus tonight.”

I looked over my shoulder. “We should go somewhere else, then.”


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