Rock Star Affliction The Complete Series

  Rock Star Affliction

  The Complete Series

  Amity Cross

  Rock Star Affliction: The Complete Series by Amity Cross

  Copyright © 2014-2020 by Amity Cross

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Unexpected

  1. Blair

  2. Blair

  3. West

  4. Blair

  5. West

  6. Blair

  7. West

  8. Blair

  9. West

  10. Blair

  11. West

  12. Blair

  13. West

  14. Blair

  Unexplainable

  1. Blair

  2. West

  3. Blair

  4. West

  5. Blair

  6. West

  7. Blair

  8. West

  9. Blair

  10. West

  11. Blair

  12. West

  13. Blair

  14. West

  15. Blair

  Unintended

  1. Blair

  2. West

  3. Blair

  4. West

  5. Blair

  6. West

  7. Blair

  8. West

  9. Blair

  10. West

  11. Blair

  12. West

  13. Blair

  14. Blair

  Undeniable

  1. Joe

  2. Alexis

  3. Joe

  4. Alexis

  5. Joe

  6. Alexis

  7. Joe

  8. Alexis

  9. Joe

  10. Alexis

  11. Joe

  12. Alexis

  13. Joe

  14. Alexis

  15. Joe

  Unbearable

  1. Sasha

  2. Mick

  3. Sasha

  4. Mick

  5. Sasha

  6. Mick

  7. Sasha

  8. Mick

  9. Sasha

  10. Mick

  11. Sasha

  12. Mick

  13. Sasha

  14. Mick

  15. Sasha

  Unstoppable

  1. Rob

  2. Lilly

  3. Rob

  4. Lilly

  5. Rob

  6. Lilly

  7. Rob

  8. Lilly

  9. Rob

  10. Lilly

  11. Rob

  12. Lilly

  13. Rob

  14. Lilly

  15. Rob

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  Unexpected

  Rock Star Affliction #1

  1

  Blair

  Real life isn't like the movies.

  It isn't full of serendipity moments and true love. It's full of fucking shit. Every day is an uphill battle to keep your head from going under and drowning in the current of monotony.

  That's me. That's my reality and sometimes I wish I were in a movie, because right about now, there'd be a cut scene. I'd walk around a corner and run into the love of my life or a stack of money. Either seemed a good option right about now.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was one of those automated texts telling me my bill was due. How the fuck did I become so insignificant that I only got messages asking me for money?

  Blair Hayden. Twenty-five, great tits, nice ass, but man...what a fucking bitch.

  My life was just nothing. I woke up, went through the motions and went home. Rinse, repeat until I started to rot in a hole somewhere in a six-by-one pine box. Serendipity wasn't knocking on my door—it was running screaming in the opposite direction.

  It was nine p.m. on a Thursday night, people littered the streets, going out to bars and restaurants, a movie, a theatre show, whatever normal people with valid social skills did. I walked amongst them, alone in a crowd. I desperately needed some kind of escape. Walking down a lane filled with various hipster looking bars, I stopped in front of one that was called Dark. The sign hung low over the door, the typewriter font backlit in a murky red color. I fucking felt dark all right. It was an omen sent from the voodoo gods of hell, so I pushed through the door, the muscled meathead bouncer giving me the once-over.

  The place wasn't actually roaring. A group of suits sat at one end on low red couches, a few couples and groups of friends were scattered around tables and around the bar that glowed the same red as the sign out front. Typical inner city wank-fest. I don't know why I just didn't walk out and go someplace else, but I ventured toward the bar, sitting on an empty stool. I didn't exactly fit in here. Not with my long, wild dark hair, biker jacket, black skinny jeans, ass-kicking combat boots, tattoos and sour attitude.

  I grabbed a cocktail menu and started reading through, deciding what it was that I was looking for. An escape, a fantasy or something in between. A one-night stand. I was good at those. Fuck 'em and leave 'em. A dull ache spread between my legs at the thought. Yeah, I'd find someone to take the edge off. A no-strings orgasm sounded delicious. I could pretend to be someone else for a night and maybe for a few hours I'd forget my depressing existence.

  The bartender tapped the counter in front of me and I looked up. He wore a loose fitted white T-shirt with a low-cut v that showed off his tattooed chest and toned pecs. Nice eyes, messy brown hair that hung in his eyes. Getting warmer.

  "What can I get ya?" he asked with a smirk, his eyes dipping to my tattooed cleavage.

  I glanced over the cocktail menu once more and flung it back onto the bar when nothing caught my eye. "Give me something that'll fuck me up."

  The bartender winked. "You got it."

  "Those are dangerous words coming from a beautiful woman."

  I turned at the sound of the deep, husky voice and my eyes collided with a pair of chocolate brown ones, or at least they looked like it in the dark and dirty light of the bar. Not responding to his quip, I blatantly took the stranger in. He was hot. Smoking, knee-weakening, pussy-throbbingly hot. His tight black T-shirt clung to toned arms, but he wasn't overly built, just right. He was tattooed up to the eyeballs and didn't seem to give a fuck who he impressed with it. Messy black hair, combed back in a quiff, the kind of hair that begged to be fucked up with wandering hands. Dark stubble coated his jaw and I instantly wondered what it would feel like to run my tongue along his defined bone structure. He looked like the kind of man that did whatever the fuck he wanted. Maybe this guy would do.

  His lips curved into a sly grin. "You're unashamed, aren't you?"

  "Life's too short to fuck around." He thought I was beautiful? Unlikely. He probably just saw me as a hole that needed filling.

  "What's your poison?"

  "Dunno," I sighed, looking for the bartender. "I like surprises. As long as it's hard, I'll take anything."

/>   "I'm beginning to feel the same way." The double meaning didn't escape me, not for one second, and I ran the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip.

  "Do you live here?" I asked, noticing the way he'd inched closer while my back was turned.

  "No, just passing through." Even better.

  The bartender slapped a glass in front of me, pulling my attention away from the hot stranger. "On me."

  "Thanks.” I gave him a wide smile and stifled a laugh when his eyes narrowed at Dark and Dangerous next to me. I was going to fuck someone tonight and it was probably the guy sitting next to me. He was available now.

  The guy gave the bartender his order, three fingers of whiskey, and glanced at me out the corner of his eye, taking me in as blatantly as I was him.

  "See something you like?" I asked, turning my body into his.

  "Yes."

  My lips quirked into a smile at his blunt tone.

  "Do you live here?"

  "Unfortunately," I sighed, glancing across the bar.

  "Waiting for someone?" the guy asked, cocking his head to the side.

  "No, I just don't like talking about myself. Especially not with guys I'm considering fucking."

  "Considering?" he asked with a chuckle.

  "You thought I'd already made up my mind?"

  "He did," he said with a nod toward the bartender, who was at the opposite end making some fancy cocktail.

  "Maybe I'm not that easy," I said. "Maybe you have to work for it."

  "Where do I sign up?"

  With a smirk, I stood and moved forward, positioning his leg between mine. "Come with me," I said and grabbed his hand.

  "Oh, I think I'd go anywhere with you."

  It was always so easy. Men only ever wanted one thing from me. They wanted to take their cocks and rub against me like a dog in fucking heat. If there was one thing I was good at, it was manipulating them into doing anything I wanted. Yeah, so maybe it was my fault that I was alone in the world. Maybe I deserved to be at the bottom of the pile. But one thing no woman deserved was to be used to satisfy a man, then be thrown away like cheap garbage. There's only so much you can take before you snap.

  I led Dark and Dangerous to an equally dark and dangerous corner and pushed him down onto the couch, almost spilling his drink. Sitting next to him, he pressed closer, so our legs were firmly wedged together.

  "I'm—" I pressed a finger to his lips and his eyes widened.

  "I don't want to know your name," I said.

  "Why not?"

  "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not looking for details. I'm looking for a guy to take the edge off. Preferably with his cock inside me."

  "Shit," he hissed, running a hand over his face.

  "Consider this the interview."

  "Where the fuck did you come from?" The guy shook his head, almost in disbelief, and I wondered if he was thinking about the fact that he'd just won the lottery.

  I took a sip of my drink, feeling the slow burn of alcohol run down the back of my throat. "If you don't live here, then where are you staying?"

  "Down the street," he replied, running his eyes over my breasts.

  "On your own?" I slid a hand over his thigh, feeling the hard muscle underneath the material of his black jeans. He fit in even less that I did in this place and somehow I knew this was the guy that would calm my mood.

  "Yes," he said, his jaw flexing as I moved my hand higher.

  "I don't fuck without condoms," I said, digging my fingers into him.

  "No problem."

  "If you're not doing it for me, I have no problem telling you where to put it."

  "Fine by me."

  "Once isn't enough," I said, brushing my hand over his crotch.

  "We can go back to my hotel room and we can fuck wherever you want for as long as you want."

  He had a hotel room, which was okay with me. I could fuck him and then leave at the end of it without having learned anything about the guy. He was well built, which meant he had the stamina, and he was fucking amazing to look at.

  "Are you clean?"

  "Are you?" he replied, his eyebrow rising.

  "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." I trailed my fingers underneath his shirt, feeling the muscles along his lower stomach and the dusting of hair that led down into his jeans.

  "I'm clean."

  "Do you have a balcony?" I asked, a wicked thought popping into my head.

  "Maybe not the balcony."

  "Why not?" I asked. The sound of air hitting my bare ass was music to my already throbbing pussy.

  "We might get photographed."

  I cocked my head to the side.

  "There's a lot of perverts out there." He shrugged.

  "So, when are you going to ask me?"

  "Right now,” he replied.

  "I'm waiting."

  "My hotel's not far from here."

  "Let's go." I stood, nodding toward the door, shoving my hands into my pockets.

  "No bag?"

  "I'm not that kind of woman," I said, licking my lips. I just shoved whatever I needed in my pockets and ran with it. Phone, keys, money, ID. Travelled light.

  Standing, he placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me toward the door, our drinks sitting half-finished back in the darkness. He handled me like a fucking alpha male and that was either going to be a problem or the hottest thing I'd ever fucked in my entire life. He'd either make me bow down to him, or we'd clash until he was on his knees for me. And I was going to have a fucking good time standing over him and hearing him beg.

  2

  Blair

  Flipping up the collar of my leather jacket, I stood on the footpath as Dark and Dangerous stopped next to me. The streetlights afforded a better look at him and I didn’t hold back.

  He looked rough, not like he'd had a bad day, but abrasive, like he'd been around the block more than a few times. I bet he knew exactly what he could do with his hands and tongue and I wondered what he looked like naked. I let my eyes run the length of him again, settling on his crotch. I wondered what he could do with that.

  With a laugh, he slipped a hand into the back of my skinny jeans, between the material of my lacy underwear and my skin. "You can play with it soon."

  I licked my lips as he reached down and adjusted himself with his free hand. When he pulled me forward with the other, I gasped despite myself as I felt how hard he already was. He pressed his erection into my waist and dipped his head low, trying to catch me in a kiss.

  Pushing him away with a hard jab to his chest, I began walking down the footpath, hoping it was in the right direction. I wasn't one for public displays of affection, especially not with a stranger and especially not on the street.

  "Don't you want a taste?" he murmured, shadowing my steps. "Know what you're getting into before you reach the point of no return?"

  Spinning on my heel, I curled my fingers into the front of his jeans, squeezing his cock through the material. A satisfied smile pulled at my lips as his breath caught. "I reached the point of no return the moment I laid eyes on you. Don't mistake that for anything deep and meaningful. I want to fuck and I want to fuck now."

  The moment I felt how big he was, my entire body prickled with anticipation and moisture started to pool between my legs. He pried my fingers away and grasped my hand, pulling me down the street. A man who took charge, I fucking liked the sound of that. The fight for control that was about to begin would be epic. I almost had to run to keep up, his stride was that long.

  People parted as we approached them, diving out of his way like they knew they'd be in trouble if they didn't. Crossing the street, he led me into the foyer of a hotel. All gold and marble with crystal chandeliers.

  "Are you sure this is where you're staying?" I asked, looking around at the posh interior.

  "Yes." He smirked at my reaction, walking me back into the elevator as the doors slid open. He held up a key card that had the hotel's logo printed on it, slapped it against the scanner a
nd pressed the button for number twenty-eight. As the car made its way up, he turned and pressed me into the mirrored wall, running his hands over my breasts and down into the front of my jeans. I rolled my hips forward, pressing into his hands as his fingertips grazed against my clit.

  "I can't wait to hear you scream," he whispered in my ear, breath hot against my skin.

  "Who says I'll be the one screaming?" I pushed his hands further down my jeans and his finger slid through my wet folds.

  The door slid open with a ding and without looking, he pulled his hands out and tugged me out into the hall, his eyes dark. We were alone as we walked toward his room, my entire body pulsing with the promise of what was coming next. A whole lotta fun, that’s what.