Forbidden Billionaire Rockstar (Raising Havoc Bandmates #4)

13. Mallory

13

Mallory

I’m breathless when we come to a stop in the middle of Jace’s room, the door clicking shut behind me, and I take a moment to take it all in.

The room envelopes us in a cocoon of dim light and shadows. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine from our damp skin, mingled with the muskiness of Jace's cologne. As my eyes adjust to the low light, I drink in the details of his space—the guitar propped in the corner, sheet music scattered on the desk, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. It's intimate, being here, surrounded by the everyday fragments of Jace's life on tour.

My heart races, a mix of adrenaline from our near-discovery and anticipation of what’s coming. The thought of getting burned sends shivers down my spine.

Just imagining Brent’s reaction has me glancing over my shoulder at Jace with a frown. “Are you sure being in your room is a good idea?”

He shrugs. “They’ll only think I found some groupie lurking around the place.”

The idea of him touching another woman makes my blood boil, and I clench a fist at my side. “Right.”

Jace smirks and takes tentative steps toward me. “Sweetheart, are you jealous?”

I roll my eyes. “You wish.”

His warmth surrounds me as he comes to a stop in front of me, his hand reaching out to brush along my cheek, and I lean into the touch like it’s a magnet. That’s how it is with him. Every time he’s near, I have this incessant need to be closer to him and feel his fingers along my skin. It’s unhealthy, yet I can’t seem to stop.

“Lying is wrong, you know that?”

“We’re doing it plenty already; might as well tack onto it.”

“So, you have no problem with me touching another woman, huh?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as he lets his fingers fall down my jaw and along the curve of my neck.

Even though I want to scream that I’m the only one who gets to touch him, I shake my head and hold my breath for his next move. He nods, humming in response. “Just imagine, I could do this to someone else… dragging my fingers along her curves, making her body shiver with anticipation at what’s coming, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of her breasts.”

As he says the words, he does that to me, and I want it to feel good, but the idea of another woman getting this makes my body coil with anger — jealousy.

“I bet she would beg for me to ease the ache between her legs, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Stop,” I grind out.

Jace smirks. “Thought you were okay with that?”

“Fine,” I snap. “I hate it, okay? The words burst out of me, raw and honest. It’s a truth I’ve been denying, even to myself. This thing with Jace has evolved beyond our agreement, beyond my control, and it terrifies me as much as it thrills me.

In a heartbeat, his lips claim mine, hungry and insistent. It’s not just a kiss; it’s a declaration, a promise, a challenge. His touch ignites a fire under my skin, and I’m all too willing to burn.

He’s slamming his lips roughly against mine and nipping at my bottom one gently. I moan, inviting him in, and he nudges me back enough that I press against the wall behind us.

“You want me to prove that you’re the only one I’m bringing to my room?” He asks, heat flaring in his eyes as he stares at me.

I nod, lost for words, and he drops to his knees on the floor.

“Every moment of the day, I’m thinking of all the ways I can strip the clothes from your body and glide my hands over each curve I know was made just for me.” As if to prove his theory, he grips both of my hips where his hands fit perfectly and tugs me forward. “I think about drowning in your pussy daily, desperate for a taste that I have no business craving.”

He tugs at the strings of my bikini, the thin garment falling to the ground in front of him, and he leans forward to flatten his tongue against my pussy. “If I wanted another woman, I’d go after her.”

I gasp when he flicks his tongue over my clit frantically, sucking the sensitive bud before pulling away. “You’re the only one who satisfies me, sweetheart, and I think it’s about time you understand that.”

Jace leans forward, face pressed against my pussy, and grips both of my thighs to tug my legs over his shoulders. When I look down, I nearly come undone at the sight of him on his knees for me, looking like my personal chair, as he spears his tongue into my pussy. My legs shake, and my body feels like putty, but he keeps me against the wall.

“ God ,” I moan, then run my hands through his thick waves and tug at the ends. “ Yes , Jace.”

He growls against my pussy, the vibration from it making my toes curl, then he’s lifting until my legs wrap around his waist. His length pokes out, rubbing against my aching center enough that it satiates the need rolling inside of me.

Reality wraps around us. Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat feels magnified. There’s only us, only this moment, only the desire building between us.

Jace presses my body into the mattress, grinding his hips against me a few times before pulling away and stepping back to shed the swim trunks from his frame. My eyes fall onto his cock, bobbing helplessly in front of me, and he growls.

“God, I love that look you get in your eyes. As much as I’d love to have your mouth on me, I have other plans tonight that include making you scream.”

I watch as he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a foil packet, then tears through it like a starved animal before rolling the condom over his thick length. My pussy clenches when he takes a step closer to me, and he reaches out, wrapping his thick fingers around my ankles before tugging me forward on the bed.

He teases my entrance with the tip, then slowly pushes into me, and I suck in a sharp breath at the fullness of him inside of me. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this; each time, it feels the exact same, and my heart races with the sensations coursing through me.

“You were made for me, sweetheart,” Jace mutters under his breath, his gaze penetrating mine in a way that has tingles racing up my spine. “Absolute perfection.”

I’m anything but perfect, he doesn’t need to know that, though. I’ll gladly listen to the compliment as long as it’s falling from his lips.

“ More ,” I moan while rocking my hips against him, desperate to feel more of him inside of me.

He obliges the request immediately, thrusting himself into me until there’s nothing left he can give, and I drag my nails along his glistening chest. The water from his hair is dripping onto me, easing the burn his touch brings to my skin, and I let my mouth fall open.

“So fucking beautiful,” he grinds out before leaning forward and brushing his lips over my chest.

I rock my hips into him, meeting his thrusts with desperation, and he groans at the feel of my walls clenching around his length. Every breath I take is harder than the last, my release pushing further over the edge, and I’m eager to have it crash around us.

Jace pushes himself into me, somehow burrowing deeper, and I gasp from pure desire. His muscles are strained, thighs bunched from exertion, and I’ve never seen anything more sexy than the sight of him before me.

I’ve been with plenty of men in my life and was the queen of one-night stands at one point, and none of them have ever made it a point to worry about my pleasure. That’s not Jace, though; he craves watching me fall apart, even if it means he doesn’t.

My heart stutters in my chest when he locks eyes with me, but I push whatever emotion I feel to the side and let this moment take hold of me.

“Look at you, trying so hard not to come all over my cock,” he whispers. “Let it out, sweetheart. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

I clench around him, my orgasm edging closer and closer, and he reaches a hand around to press his finger against my clit. All it takes is a few hard thrusts as he circles my clit, and I’m shaking with an orgasm that I’ve never felt before. It has white spots dancing along my vision, my belly coiling tight from the sheer force of it, and sweat beads along my forehead.

Only he can make me feel this way — and that’s terrifying.

He’s ruined me for anyone else.

“ God, yes , Jace!” I cry out, another orgasm wracking through me just as the first one ends.

“That’s right, let it all out,” he mutters just as his movements become more erratic and his hips jerk into me. “ Fuck .”

My orgasm comes to an end while his release takes over his entire face. His eyebrows scrunch together, his teeth gritted in pleasure, and his fingers dig into my hips hard enough that I’m sure it will leave a bruise — just another reminder of our time together.

Our breaths are the only sound in the room as he eases himself out of me and climbs onto the bed, dragging me along with him until I’m pressed against his side. It might be one hundred degrees right now, with our heat mixed together, but there’s no place I’d rather be than in his arms.

The thought is scary.

I lie there, catching my breath, my body humming with satisfaction. But as the afterglow fades, reality begins to creep back in.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Not like this.

Not with feelings involved.

I steal a glance at Jace, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He looks... content. Happy, even. And it terrifies me.

Because I'm starting to realize that I want to see that look on his face every day.

And that's the most dangerous thought of all.

This is only supposed to last until the end of the tour, which will soon end, and the last thing I need is to get mixed up with him. I can only imagine the lecture my brother would give me if I admitted that I’m starting to feel things for Jace that I’ve never felt before.

“Your thoughts are loud,” Jace says softly, his fingers threading through my hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say. “Just worried that Brent could catch me in here, that’s all.”

He nods against me, tightening his hold around my waist, and sighs. “Is it bad that I don’t care anymore?”

“Probably.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then he clears his throat. “He won’t catch you here.”

Before it gets too late, I reluctantly pull away from Jace’s hold and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I’m about to rise, find my bikini, and tie it back around my waist, but Jace reaches out and pulls me to a stop.

“Stay,” he whispers, his voice a mixture of command and plea. “Just for tonight.”

I hesitate, teetering on the edge of a decision that feels monumental. “It’s a bad idea,” I say, but even I can hear the lack of conviction in my voice.

“One night,” he persists, his eyes burning with an intensity that steals my breath.

The words hang between us, loaded with possibilities and dangers I’m not sure I’m ready to face.

Even though every rational part of me screams that this is a bad idea, I find myself sliding back into bed, drawn to Jace like a moth to a flame. As he lifts the blanket, inviting me into his warmth, I'm acutely aware of the line we're crossing. This isn't part of our arrangement. Stolen kisses and secret trysts are one thing, but spending the night, waking up in each other's arms—that's dangerous territory.

Yet, as I settle against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I can't bring myself to care. For just one night, I want to pretend that this could be real, that we're more than a temporary distraction for each other.

In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, I study Jace's face, memorizing every line and curve. I dread the day when this will be just a memory, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been if circumstances were different.

We stare at each other for a few moments, neither of us saying anything, and he leans forward to press his forehead against mine. “You’re beautiful.”

My belly dips with the compliment, but I don’t say anything for fear that what comes out will ruin whatever we have going on right now.

The last thing I want is for emotions to distract me, especially when I have a career to prioritize. I should put an end to this and tell Jace that we can’t meet each night anymore, but my chest aches with the thought of him listening to me.

I don’t want this to end.

The realization crashes over me like a wave, sweeping away all my carefully constructed excuses. This arrangement was meant to be straightforward and uncomplicated—a way to scratch an itch and move on. But nothing about Jace is simple. He's become as essential to me as breathing, his touch a balm to my soul I never knew I needed. The thought of giving him up feels like contemplating my demise.

Yet with each tender moment, each shared laugh, I'm building a house of cards that's bound to collapse. I'm the reformed wild child, the professional who's finally proving herself. Jace is my brother's best friend, a rockstar with the world at his feet. We're from different worlds, playing a dangerous game where the stakes keep rising.

What scares me most isn't the potential fallout—it's the growing suspicion that I'd willingly risk it all for just one more night in his arms. When did Jace stop being a delicious distraction and start feeling like home?

As I drift off to sleep in Jace’s arms, a hidden thought bubbles up from the depths of my subconscious. What if this isn’t just about desire anymore? What if, somewhere along the way, I’ve stumbled headfirst into something dangerously close to love?

The tour will end, but will my feelings for Jace end with it? And, more importantly, do I want them to?

This game we’re playing has new stakes now, and I’m no longer sure I know the rules.