Page 1 of Rock Hard
Chapter One
Rex took a final bowas the lights in the arena went dark, effectively ending the band’s second encore. The sold-out crowd was on its feet, stomping and screaming and clamoring for more, but Lionheart would not perform a third.
Always leave them wanting more.
His father’s words of wisdom drifted through his thoughts as he made his way off stage, a ghostly echo of a time long ago. Rex had been just a kid back then, but he remembered the energy clearly, the incredible high that surrounded a live performance. He used to hide in the shadows, watching his father enthrall the crowd with his deep, powerful voice. Even then, the music had spoken to him. His young heart had beat to the rhythm of the drums; the bass had become the thrumming pulse of blood through his veins. Electric guitars had screamed and sung in perfect harmony, filling his soul. It was the only time he remembered his father being truly happy. The rest of the time, his father had been an asshole.
Now Rex was the one on stage, making people lose their fucking minds, while he greedily sucked in their adoration. He craved it, needed it as much as he needed air and food.
One of his bodyguards, Chuck, escorted him backstage where lucky pass-holding fans were waiting to see, touch, and talk to him. He would indulge them by making a brief appearance, but all he really wanted to do was get back to the hotel and crash. Playing three concerts on three consecutive nights in three different cities had him exhausted.
The VIP crowd was revved up and rowdy, pushing forward the moment he stepped into view. Female screams pierced through the earplugs he wore to protect his sensitive hearing. Hands grabbed at him, skimming his sweat-soaked chest, palming his leather-clad ass, squeezing his junk. He ignored the offers of quickies and blow jobs, using his six-five height to scan over the crowd, searching for one face in particular: Alice.
Alice was the only thing he really enjoyed about these after-parties. Her eyes would flash with fire when women bared their breasts (or other body parts) for him to sign. Those little displays of jealousy made all the groping worthwhile. For those were the only times his personal assistant appeared to care about him as more than just an employer.
“We fucking rocked it tonight, dude,” Steve “Styxx” Malone said, appearing beside him. High-set, brownish-red eyes regarded him from beneath a spiky mop of golden hair streaked with haphazard patches of black, a reflection of his cheetah.
“Yeah, we did. You seen Alice?”
“Probably back at the room with Carly. Wild group tonight.”
Rex nodded, disappointment adding to the post-performance letdown as he summoned a smile. Partying was the last thing he felt like doing, but he had an obligation to his fans, a rep to maintain.
It was easy to understand how his dad had gotten hooked on drugs and booze. A couple of bumps to get through the next couple hours, then a fifth and couple of pills to come back down so he could get some rest. Anything and everything was right there for the taking, readily accessible and freely offered.
He turned down a couple such offers, too many images of his father in a drug-induced rage burned into his brain. The blow jobs and quick fucks were a little harder to say no to, especially since the only action his cock had seen in fucking forever was a soapy palm, but he passed. The only woman hereallywanted was back at the room, playing hard to get.
Clearly, the woman didn’t understand that she was just making herself irresistible. As a male lion in his prime, the ultimate male predator, nothing was as exciting as a challenge. The final outcome was never in question. He wanted her. Therefore, he would have her. Eventually. In the meantime, he would focus on the thrill of the chase.
He stayed only long enough to grant a few selfie requests, grab a beer or two, and pretend to listen when fans told him how awesome he was. Bored with the whole after-party scene, Rex signaled Chuck.
As the huge rhino shifter cleared a path through the crowd, Rex made his exit into a waiting limo. A few minutes later, the car pulled into a secure underground garage. A private elevator then took them right up to the top floor that Alice had reserved for him and his guys.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he entered his suite. The low-level lighting was welcome after the glare of the stage lights; the soft hum of the white noise machine was soothing as he removed his ear plugs. Across the room, the drapes were open, revealing a stunning view of the vibrant city stretched out below.
He inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of Alice’s subtle vanilla fragrance, along with his cub’s slightly spicier scent. A knot loosened in his chest.
“Need anything else tonight, boss?”
“No. I’m going to eat and crash.”
Chuck nodded. “Me, too. I’ll put Frank on guard duty.”
“Alice! I’m hungry,” Rex called out as he made his way to his bedroom and the private bath, anxious to get out of his sweaty clothes and wash away the stench of cheap perfume and smoke that clung to him.
He stepped into the shower, relishing the feel of the hot water as it pounded his tired, aching muscles. Performing for three straight hours was physically exhausting, even for a male in his prime.
He dropped his head and closed his eyes, the familiar fantasy coming almost immediately. Alice, naked and ready, stepping into the shower behind him. Running her small hands over his shoulders, his back, his ass in blatant ownership. Cupping his sac as she worked her way downward and moaning with desire when she discovered how heavy and tight his balls were, wanting what they held released deep inside her.
The images continued from there. She would stand and move around to the front, giving his chest the same careful, thorough attention. Her eyes would be drawn to his thick, rigid cock, and she would lick her lips in anticipation.
She would take her time, though, stroking him with her wet, soapy hands until he growled in warning. Then she would go down on her knees and wrap those pretty pink lips around him, sucking him as if her life depended on it.
He would grasp her head and thrust deeply, relishing the scrape of her teeth as her throat flexed around him. He would fuck her mouth hard until he felt the tingling burn deep in his balls. Then he would lift her up, turn her around, and slam into her tight, wet pussy until she screamed in ecstasy, filling her with his seed, fulfilling both their fantasies.
Rex grunted, his cock erupting in his own hand as the images began to fade.One of these days, sweet Alice, we are going to make that dream a reality.
Feeling only marginally better, Rex finished washing and turned off the water.
