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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“Just stating a fact, man.”

“She’s tough. Not the type of girl who’ll settle for being a rockstar’s wife, nor would she put up with your road antics,” Emily warned.

“I wouldn’t respect her if she did…” Ronan threw back some beer. “Anyway, at some point we’re all gonna have to settle down and get married.”

“You were married once, Atticus, right?” Emily asked.

I cringed. Atticus stopped chewing for a moment, then simply nodded.

“We don’t mention Nicole around here,” Ronan told her.

Emily squinted in confusion.

“Nicole is his ex,” I explained. “We don’t talk about her. Except Ronan who occasionally likes to risk getting his ass beat.”

Atticus wiped his mouth. “Tough subject,” he muttered.

Emily nodded sympathetically. “Well, that must mean you still love her?”

I gave her a warning look.

“Next topic…” Atticus said.

Emily’s mouth curved into a sympathetic smile, but she stayed quiet. She seemed surprised to see this side of Atticus, who was always the roughest on the surface.

After we ate, Ronan decided we should make s’mores, something I’d not done since childhood. It seemed like a good idea at first, but I should’ve known that too much time with the guys was probably not the best, given how much they loved to bust balls.

“S’mores always reminds me of playing Truth or Dare with my cousins when we were younger,” Ronan said as we sat around the fire.

“Sounds dangerous,” I said, turning my stick to toast my marshmallow evenly.

“Let’s do it,” he said. “Let’s play Truth or Dare.”

“Not interested,” I countered.

“Why? You have something to hide? Pretty sure all your secrets came out already this year.”

“Emily definitely doesn’t want to play,” I said.

But she just shrugged, seeming not to understand how dirty my friends here liked to play.

Ronan took a bite of his graham cracker sandwich. “I’ll start,” he said with his mouth full of marshmallow. “Atticus, truth or dare.”

Atticus rolled his eyes. “Truth.”

“What really happened between you and Nicole’s boyfriend the night you nearly got arrested?”

“Fuck you.” He glared. “Dare.”

“Really? Wow. You’d rather me dare you than answer that? You’re fucking crazy.”

“You’re an asshole, Ronan,” I shouted across the fire.

Ronan licked some marshmallow off the corner of his mouth. “You have a choice with this dare, actually…”

Atticus rolled his eyes again. “Oh, lucky me.”

“You can kiss Emily here on the lips…or French-kiss Tristan.”

Are you fucking kidding me?

“I didn’t realize we were in high school.” I shot daggers at Ronan and then Atticus. If either one of them so much as looked at Emily, I’d go insane. I was ready to rip both their heads off, if needed. There was no fucking way I was going to sit here and watch anyone other than me put his lips on her. Not that Emily would even allow him to kiss her. But what if she tried to be the good sport? Atticus was an attractive man. I was as heterosexual as they came, but I wasn’t blind. Maybe she wouldn’t mind kissing him.

Burning up, I marched over to Atticus and placed my hands around his face before going in for the kill, practically swallowing him whole, tongue and all.

Ronan roared with laughter as I made out with my best friend. Atticus tasted like cigarettes with a hint of beer, exactly how I might’ve imagined.

When I came up for air, Atticus blinked in confusion. He didn’t seem to know what hit him. Emily’s eyes were like saucers. Ronan was the only one who seemed amused and not in shock.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and addressed Atticus. “What did you think?”

“I’m thinking if I ever decide to swing both ways, you’ll be a fine contender, sir.”

I laughed and sat back down.

Ronan’s stupid game continued for about twenty more minutes, with each of us having one turn in the hotseat. Emily was forced to admit which of our songs she disliked the most. I was relieved that Atticus had gone easy on her with that one. He’d done me a favor by not pulling anything stupid.

***

Later that evening, after we put the fire out, Ronan and Atticus decided to go to a local speakeasy just down the road. It was mostly old men there who didn’t give a shit who we were.

Grateful for an opportunity to speak with Emily in private, I hoped she didn’t want to flee the moment we were alone. After the guys left to walk to the bar, I smiled at her. “I thought they’d never leave.”

“You love them, though.”

“I am lucky to have them. They’re like brothers at this point, even if they drive me nuts. I appreciate them coming to support me down here. We wouldn’t have finished the album in time otherwise.”

When she shivered, I asked, “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

My body yearned to warm her up in several different ways. I tried to ignore that. I stood. “Want to head inside?”


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