Rock Reclaimed: Rockstar Romantic Suspense (Rock Revenge Trilogy Book 2) by Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott

Author:Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott [Quinn, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rainbow Rage Publishing
Published: 2018-10-07T18:30:00+00:00

I’m not the one you can bring home.

Not to Mum, not to Dad.

I’m far too good to be bad.

But they don’t know, can’t know, how I could make you scream.

In my dreams.

Oh, in my dreams.

Take this man.

Take this woman.

I won’t ask for your promises.

Can’t make them myself.

I’ll be gone tomorrow.

But I’ll be here tonight.

All night.

For you.

Inside you.

His gaze was intent on me. It echoed everything from our morning together. There was no future in us, but there were moments where I wished it were different. That he was someone who could be in my life, in my bed, in my heart. The air was thick between us, and I was tempted to climb onto his lap and show him just how deeply the words affected me.

But then he cleared his throat and changed from the very personal to a cover song. It was one from a few years ago. And it shouldn’t have worked out of his mouth since it was from a woman’s point of view. But as I was learning, not much could be slotted in the didn’t-work column when it came to Ian.

Watery and groovy, it was created for crooning on the beach. Lana Del Rey had blown up on the scene with it, but sweet mercy, Ian made it his own. His eyes were closed as he tipped his head back and sang for the pure joy of it. People walking by slowed, and the laughter around us fell back to a murmur.

Part of me wished he’d stayed with his own songs, but the other half of me needed the distance and the fun he was stirring up. Words were too personal when it came from the heart, even when it was hidden in sex. Because I’d been under Ian just a few hours ago, I knew that sex wasn’t just a fun way to pass an hour.

Not with this man.

He grinned through the lyrics from the woman’s point of view. Even waggled his eyebrows a few times before falling into the song again. He didn’t even try to get noticed. In fact, he had his eyes closed, for fuck’s sake.

From watery, throaty sex, he suddenly changed the tempo to a fast strum of fingers.

I laughed out loud as he morphed into a lazy smile as he jammed to Kid Rock’s big summer hit. More and more people drew closer and started singing along with him. I shook my head at his obvious surprise that he was drawing people in. Sometimes it was as if he had no idea how magnetic he was. And the less he tried to force it, the more it flowed out of him.

He seemed to know songs from every genre. From Weezer, which became a rocking sing-along that made the crowd double in size, to the pure beachy vibe of Jason Mraz, he had ten, then twenty people in the palm of his hand. Red Solo cups started getting passed around as it became a party.

Camera phones came out as people started recording.

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