Page 27 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
I smile. “No, I wouldn’t know that feeling anyway.”
“No siblings?”
“Nope. Just me and my parents.” Then I add through a half-laugh, “Although, sometimes it feels like I’m dragging them around.”
Lucas frowns. “How do you mean?”
I sigh and close my eyes. Being on tour makes me feel so far away from them. And while I’m close with them, I need that sometimes.
“You don’t have to –”
“No, no, I…” I swallow. “Basically, things aren’t good financially at home. And it wasn’t always like that, but a couple years ago they both quit their teaching jobs to get involved in a ‘business plan’ which is basically a glorified MLM and… they don’t realize they’re just hemorrhaging money.”
Lucas’ expression is unreadable. “Ah, Mika.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I try to play it off with a meek laugh. “Like, I help out a lot with tour money. And chaperone money.”
Lucas doesn’t laugh.
I tuck a little hair behind my ear; my pixie cut has gotten a little longer since the start of the tour. Maybe I’ll let it grow out. “Anyway.”
Lucas touches his hand to his lips and then places that hand against my knee. “I can’t kiss you, but I can try.”
I don’t know why I feel like crying. I’m so utterly embarrassed, and at the same time, I feel overcome with affection for him. I can’t get soft. There’s no room for that. I clear my throat and shake my shoulders mischievously. “You wanna go try and unwind before the show?”
Barely half an hour later, we’re naked and locked in an embrace in Lucas’s hotel room. The view from his room is peppered with tall buildings, some of them iconic to Chicago’s skyline. In a way, we are on display, our bodies pressed together, moaning each other’s names. And at the same time, there’s an anonymity being this high in the air.
“You wanna shower with me?” Lucas asks in a breathless moment.
That’s how we end up in the luxurious rain shower with water pouring over us. Slick from head to toe. Wet. Steamy. Hot.
Lucas turns me around and pushes my hands up against the tiled wall. He growls in my ear, his cock pressed up against my ass, and drags his teeth down my neck to the apex of my back. I rut my hips back against him.
We’re learning our shared language. And we’re nearly conversational in it. Lucas takes his cue and slips inside me. I bend my head back, my hair plastered to my forehead. His hands grip my hips tightly as he begins to thrust into me. The water rushes around us. Even though it cleanses us, I can’t help but feel dirty.
“Mika… Mika… Mika…”
He repeats my name with each pulse of his hips. It feels so good that’s all he can say. I feel a knot in the base of my belly start to tighten, electric and warm. Lucas rests his head against my back and lets out a whimper. I reach back and grip his hair in my hands. “You feel so good. You always make me feel so good.”
Lucas lets out a strident cry, his hips move a bit faster, and then comes the familiar jerk of his belly against my back, hips shuddering into me. As he fills me, he drops his hand to my center and rubs me with vigor.
My insides singe as he stimulates my clit. I squeal as I feel a cascade of shocks to my pelvis. I try to reach for something to steady me, to grab onto so I don’t fall. But Lucas tightens his free arm around me and draws me into his chest. “That’s it.”
The shock builds to a magnificent burst. I weakly whine, my back up against his chest, rolling my face into his bicep. Water pours down his skin.
“I’ve got you,” Lucas assures me when my knees start to give out. He kisses the side of my head. “I’ve got you, Mika.”
Everything inside me twists when he says that. He’s so gentle. He treats me with such care. And yet… it’s temporary.
It’s gotta be, right?
11
Lucas
“Wow, sweet digs, Lucas.”
I roll my eyes. Amy giggles through the facetime call. I’m giving her a tour of the bus to pass the time and have just shown her my bunk.
