Page 41 of Rock Star

I inserted my tongue and thrust it in and out of her in a frantic rhythm.

She quaked around my face and tugged at my hair.

Her ass lifted from the chair and I reached up to play with her breasts, tugging on her distended nipples while she bucked against me.

She squealed and clenched down on my mouth.

I bit her swollen nub and she lost her shit. Totally. With ragged breaths she shuddered her release and I swallowed every drop of her delicious juices.

I stood and reached for her, lifted her in my arms and carried her to my bed.

The mattress dipped as I laid us both down, spooning around her and gazing into her eyes. “I love how you taste too, Firebird.”

“And I love you, Axel. So. Fucking. Much.”

We kissed until I was ready for her again. I slipped my fingers into her and smiled when I found she was also ready for me.

I reached for a condom from the bedside table, sheathed myself and pulled her on top of me.

She eased herself down until I was fully inside.

And we made love slowly, sensuously, beautifully, until we came together in waves of pleasure that left us both gasping.

I stroked my hands up her sides. “You are my goddess, Phoenix. My beautiful angel. I’m so fucking unworthy of you.”

She kissed my lips. “Before you, I was empty. I never imagined anyone could make me feel the way you do.”

“How do I make you feel?” I whispered.

She laced her arms around my shoulders. “Complete. You complete me.”

I kissed her deeply. “You’ve given me back my life,” I breathed. “I want us to be together forever.”

She nuzzled my neck. “Let’s just take things one day at a time, honey.”

My chest squeezed. She was worried about the future… I knew she was. Finding out who Ella was seeing. Us coming out to the band. Her mum’s illness. Achieving her ambitions.

“We’ll work it out,” I said, deliberately making myself sound confident. “I promise you.”

I held her tight.

I don’t want to ever let her go.I woke alone in my bed… Firebird had gone back to her suite in the early hours. One day we’d wake up together, I hoped.

In my house in the Hills.

Holding that thought, I showered, ordered room service, then availed myself of the Langham’s fitness studio for a workout with Zach and Rhys.

Phoenix had gone with Camila and Hayley to hit the shops in Bond Street, she’d messaged me, and I’d messaged back not to ask for info about Kimberly until I’d spoken to the guys.

Best they heard about Ella from me first.

Before too long, it was time to leave for Wembley for our sound check. Jake and Foxy would be meeting us there, and afterward, before the concert, I planned on calling a band meeting and telling them what Mum had said.

Firebird and I set off with the guys in a Ford SUV with tinted windows. Camila and Hayley followed in a minibus with the backline boys.

“Did you buy anything nice?” I asked Phoenix.

“Camila got me another sparkly dress,” she smiled. “I’m not into designer fashion, but it was fun riding on the Underground.”

We fell into silence in front of the others. I knew she was enjoying looking out at the red buses and busy streets. Excitement, nerves and elation spiraled through me. Playing Wembley was the culmination of years of hard work.

As if on cue, Rhys and Zach suddenly started singing, “WEMBER-LEEE, WEM-BERLEE!” as if it was a football chant and I joined in with them.

Phoenix gave us a look like we’d lost our minds.

“Wembley Stadium, Firebird! Where they play the FA Cup Final! Wembley is the fucking shit. You can see it from space. Even Americans have heard of it, right?”

“If you’re a football fan—what you Yanks call soccer— or a rock ’n’ roll lover, Wembley is knitted into your psyche from such a young age there’s just no escape,” Rhys added.

“Yeah.” Zach leaned forward in his seat. “It’s like a billion childhood dreams come true. Young footballers and musicians all imagine their full-grown selves playing for a packed house at Wembley Stadium.”

Firebird held up her hands and laughed. “Okay. I get it. I get it. It would be like playing at the Superdome in Louisiana, I guess.”

I stared up at the blue sky, crisscrossed with airplane vapor trails. A few more minutes of heavy traffic, and then… fuck me, there it was. The massive arch towering over the structure had come into view.

We piled out of the car—Mike and Joe standing like sentries—and strode into the belly of the beast. Down a ramp, up another, through the scaffolding and… whoa, look at that.

The feeling was completely surreal, as if I’d landed on the moon. The stage was familiar—it had travelled with us throughout the tour—but the magnitude of Wembley blew me away. With a seating capacity of ninety thousand and a sliding roof, this was the largest fully covered football stadium in the fucking world. And the pitch had been protected with panels to provide standing space for an additional twenty-five thousand. Amazing!

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