Page 136 of Dirty Rock

Presley was standing there with his hands tucked in the deep pockets of his jeans, smug as shit.

Julia was waiting for me to answer with hope in her eyes.

Tess was waiting for me to argue, no doubt.

An overwhelming feeling of—what was that? Contentment?—washed over me and nearly choked me the fuck up.

“Will you?” Tess pushed.

“Honestly?” I sighed. “I’d fucking love to.”

* * *

Julia slammed me up against the wall inside the portacabin that was my dressing room.I grunted as I caught her hips just before she kissed me violently.Her hands were soon in my hair, stroking, tugging, her nails digging in.

“Jules… the hell?” I groaned against her lips.

“Stop talking.” Her mouth trailed down my neck, and I somehow stayed quiet as she pulled back to remove my vest as swiftly as she could.

She tossed the material aside, and her fingers trailed over every tattoo I had before she found a small empty space right underneath my heart.

She glanced up through hooded eyes. “Why is this still bare?”

“Saving it.”

“For?”

“Something.”

Her smile was one that had just accepted a challenge I wasn’t aware I’d issued. She stared at me for two seconds before she slammed me back against the wall and dragged her nails down my arms.

“You know, I love this new version of you. The one who cares. The one who says all the right things.” Her eyes fell to my mouth, and she pressed her tits against my chest. “But do you know what I love more?”

“Tell me.”

“I love Dirty Rhett. The guy I used to catch fucking other women. The guy I wanted from a distance, but who I thought would hurt me if I got too close. I love the big bad rock star with the filthy mouth, loose morals, and the tattooed skin I want to taste. I love my soft-hearted rocker, but right now, I want my bad boy. I’m going to do such terrible things to him,” she whispered against my mouth.

I was harder than I’d ever been in my fucking life.

“And after I do those bad things, I’m going to build a life for us.” Her hands ran down my wet chest. “One so good, we’ll both wish we’d started it sooner.”

Her words led to a kiss.

That kiss led to the roughest, wildest sex we’d ever had.

If I could have slid beneath her skin and buried myself inside her forever, I would have. There wasn’t anything else left of me that wasn’t totally and utterly obsessed with her.

Chapter Forty-Seven

We’d been on the front page of most newspapers around London for the past week, and on every freshly printed magazine, too. We were currently trending on Twitter after seven consecutive days. I really needed Donald Trump to stir some shit up sometime soon to knock us off the top spot. While it was part of the business, I was getting sick of the conspiracy theories.

It’s a publicity stunt.

Why can’t anybody find any details on Julia Speed’s past?

Rhett will fuck it all up within a month.

That boy can’t keep his dick behind his zipper for too long.

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