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Title: Rock Hardest
Author: M.J. Roberts
Series: Chord Brothers
Genre: Rockstar Romance
About Rock Hardest:
Cole’s world shattered seventeen years ago. Now he’s got one chance to get his life back on track. Cole starts his own band, hoping that going back to music will ease his tortured soul. There’s only one problem— he can’t find a drummer.- J. Casarez is stuck working in her family’s restaurant until her cousin calls her to audition. Cole’s not expecting a female drummer. Yet from the first beat they sizzle. But there’s no way she’s getting involved with a privileged, pretty boy.
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Catch Up on the Series:
Rock Hard
Rock Harder
Hard Tremor
Excerpt
COLE
T. J. straddles me. Part
of me can’t believe it but part of me needs it, because it feels like home. T.
J. feels like home.
COLE
T. J. straddles me. Part
of me can’t believe it but part of me needs it, because it feels like home. T.
J. feels like home.
I twist a lock of her
shiny, black hair around my finger, fascinated and wrap my hand further and drag
her face closer to mine. I don’t even know what I’m saying, because then I’m
kissing her, and everything’s right with the world.
She pulls away a little
and I let go of her hair to nuzzle her neck. “This smell, my God, Teej, I
thought I’d never have this again.”
She slides her hands up
my chest and moves up and up and down, my eyeballs roll back. My head hits the
headboard with a loud thunk.
We stay there for a
moment, my hands roaming of their own volition, taking in her waist, the sides
of her hips, her back.
“Baby…” I whisper. I’m
worn out and blown away. I feel washed clean but also, hungry. So hungry. “I
need you,” I rasp.
Still I’m not sure. I
want to throw her down and surge inside her, but I don’t know where her head is
at.
“T. J.?” I ask.
“Mmmn?”
“What’s your first name?”
“Oh.” She looks down
shyly. “Teresa.”
I say it the way she says
it, “Teh-ray-sa.”
Even though there are
layers of clothes between us she begins to ride me. The need to take control is
strong. She’s been withholding for so long and I want to grab and make her
receive what I want to give her. But I don’t. I let her torture me with the up
and down. She uses her palms on my chest for leverage.
T. J. is listening to
some beat I can’t hear, dancing to a rhythm set to drive me wild. She slows the
pace, loving the power high, and the fact she can still torture me and I’ll
take it. The slide of jeans against jeans is torment, the pressure I’m feeling
behind my zipper uncomfortably tight, but I can feel her heat and I let her run
the show. For now.
“Mouth,” I say, fisting
my hand in her hair. “Give me your mouth.”
She shakes her head
slightly, laughing, pulling gently against my hold.
“Really Teresa? You’re
going to deny me now? You’re going to make me come after you?”
More laughter.
Enough waiting.
I flip her to her back.
She gives a little
feminine shriek, and I flood with power. My girl, my woman, my Teresa. My T. J.
Have I learned nothing?
I close my eyes.
“Cole? What’s wrong?
Cole?”
I shake my head to clear
it. When I open my eyes, it’s all her.
“Nothing, Luscious. Just
getting my head on straight. Prioritizing. First, your pleasure. Second, your
pleasure. Third, that you know I’m yours, for your pleasure.”
She laughs.
“There we go,” I say.
“That’s the song I want to hear.”
I take her jeans off. I
kiss the inside of her ankle. “Te adoro.” I flutter my lips on her soft
skin, slowly working my way to her paradise. Caressing the tips of my fingers
up her calves sending tiny sparks of lighting to please her. I kiss the back of
her knee.
“Te quiero.” I kiss the
sensitive skin on her inner thigh. I look her right in the eyes. “Te amo.”
Her breath hitches.
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