Unplugged: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance Read Online Free PDF

pretty good.
    With the band gone, I did a quick sweep of the room,
throwing their haphazard clothes and backpacks into corners and off the couch.
The room’s ancient décor was from the 70s with its tacky leopard-print walls
and enormous mirrors. I normally wouldn’t have even considered fucking anyone
here, let alone someone as gorgeous as Laurel, on the cesspool of a couch that
exists in a room like this; but desperate times called for desperate measures,
and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to pass up my chance to score
with Laurel. Besides, the faded black leather seemed like the newest thing in
this room, even if it would probably light up like a Christmas tree if we ever
turned on a black light in here.
    As I pulled open one of the drawers to check that
Kevin was right about the condoms, I heard a soft voice, a throat clearing. Laurel
stood, leaning in the doorway, one hand on her delicate hip. She had a wicked
grin on her beautiful red lips, still swollen from my kiss.
    My dick got instantly hard at the sight of her.
    She sarcastically checked the invisible watch on her
wrist. “Time’s up, babe.”
    I smiled. This girl was my kind of trouble.

~ FOUR ~
    Noah
     
     
    Oh,
this girl. Laurel. She didn’t have any idea what she was in for, standing in
the doorway like she was Catwoman, giving me that sexy, red-lipped smirk.
    She had no idea that she was turning me on in ways I
hadn’t felt in fucking years . And she was gonna pay for it.
    Box of condoms in my hand, I turned toward her and
devoured her with my eyes. Those beautiful legs; that perky little ass; breasts
just perfectly sized to fit in my mouth; that gorgeous, swan-white neck I
couldn’t wait to bite; and most of all those lips, full and red. I wanted them
smashed on mine; I wanted to see them around my cock.
    Laurel looked down at the condoms in my hand and
raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. “Just sliding straight for home, huh? No
warming up the engine for you?”
    Slowly, shoulders squared, I walked across the room toward
her, keeping my gaze locked on hers. Her smirk faded with every step, melting
into a curious, startled heat. I stopped just in front of her in the doorway
and leaned my tall frame over her face.
    Hot breath on the side of her neck, I said, “Get on
the couch.”
    Laurel shivered and let out a breath. “W-What?”
    “I said, get on the couch.”
    She looked up and met my eyes, and I could feel it was
a test. A challenge. She was looking for something. After a few moments, she
blinked and moved past me obediently, sinking down into the faded black
leather.
    I closed and locked the green room door, aware that Laurel
was watching me with hungry eyes. It only made me harder for her. When I moved
back to the couch, I stopped in front of her for just a moment, enjoying the
view of her face hovering so close to my dick. There would be time for that
later, though. There was only one thing I wanted right now.
    My lips swallowed the gasp of surprise she let out
when I dropped to my knees to press them up against her own. Our kissing
quickly became heated as we tried to devour one another, and her hands grasped
at my shirt, desperately trying to pull it up and over my head. Instead of
helping her, I pushed her against the couch with one hand and used my other to
fumble for the fastener on her tight black jeans.
    Her kiss was so hungry, and as hard as I pushed
against her she kept pulling me closer. Her passion turned me on in ways I
hadn’t felt in a long fucking time, causing my cock to ache against the jeans
confining it.
    Her pants finally open, I pulled away from her mouth
long enough to wriggle them off her beautiful legs and become a pool of fabric
on the floor. My lips returned to her flesh, causing her to writhe and gasp in
response. She wanted this as much as I did.
    I kissed my way up her body until my lips were on hers
again and one hand firmly kneading her breasts. Laurel bit my lip and ran her
hands down my body