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Jax:

A Rockstar Stepbrother Romance

Vivian Lux

Copyright 2015

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This book contains adult themes, explicit language and sexual situations.  It is intended for mature audiences.

NOTE: All characters in the book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

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DEDICATION

To B., first always.

To N. and E., Mama's so proud

To TTT, thank you for the letting me have the title, if I could have only used it! Oh and for everything else, too.

To Megan, my rockstar, for helping me out with the finer points of the music biz. I miss you ladies. Love to Team Manlis.

To Kaylee Song and Honey Palomino, both of whom were instrumental in getting me back on my feet and back to writing. Thank you for all of the help.

To the whole incredible community of indie authors to which I am fortunate to belong.

And

To my wonderful readers.  I hope you like it.

 

Prologue

"Bit?"

"Hmm?" I was almost asleep. In the pitch dark of the studio, I could almost believe his voice was something out of a dream.

Until I heard his little snort of laughter. "Asleep already, Bit?' Did I wear you out that bad?"

I groaned and shifted. His naked body was pressed up against mine, warm and heavy and solid. I was as limp and floppy as a wet noodle after what we had just done, but I would never tell him that. He didn't need the ego boost.

"I'm not asleep," I huffed.

He pressed his lips to my shoulder. "Good. Because my arm is completely dead. Can I have it back?"

Muttering, I flopped onto my back. He yanked his arm out from under me with a sigh of relief. It felt like he was leaving. I almost panicked.

Until he immediately shifted out bodies even closer together, pulling me flush against him. "There,” he murmured against my forehead. "That's better."

I was pressed up against him on the narrow, beat-up sofa that hulked in the far corner of the studio. I couldn't see him—not in the close, thick darkness—but in my mind's eye I could perfectly picture his long body as I ran my hand along his side and down to his hips. "Did that just happen?" I whispered.

Now it was his turn to sound asleep. He sighed, stretched, then stroked his hand lazily along my stomach to cup my breast. "Yeah Bit," he chuckled. "It happened. This isn't one of your stories; it's real."

Damn right it wasn't one of my stories. It was better. Better than I could have ever imagined, really. I thought we'd be trading tender embraces. But no, it was so much more than that. Raw. Urgent. Primal, even. Instead of sweet words to remember it by, I had the marks of his fingers on my skin. And I liked it that way.

It made it so much more real.

"So, what you're saying is…" I trailed off. I needed him to say something else. About what this meant. To him. To me. For him and me… together.

He must have heard the edge in my voice, because he didn't rise to the bait. Instead he somehow pulled me in even tighter. "Yeah. We had sex, Liliana," he said, using my real name for once. "Made love. Whatever you want to call it, we did it. Don't you go freaking out on me now."

But I was already way ahead of him. Wide awake now, I stiffened and pulled back. Don't go freaking out? How could I not? I had just had sex with—no, worse than that, I had just lost my virginity to…

Jax.

Jax!

Jaxson fucking Blue.

"Lily, shh, I can feel you spazzing out. Stop." Jax somehow found my mouth in the dark, brushing his lips against mine.

"How the hell am I supposed to stop?" I asked him. I honestly wanted to know. "I can't believe we did… that I let you… that you did…" I blushed at the memory.

Jaxson smoothed my hair in the dark. I could feel the guitar callouses on his fingers. The ones I had been so recently suckling and kissing as he thrust himself inside me. "Why can't you believe it?" he asked. "I fucking love you, Lil Bit."

My heart stopped. Time stood still. I floated in the pitch dark in the warmth of his arms. I listened, waiting for him to laugh, to take it back, to say he got me and it was all a joke.

Instead I heard his breath deepen and quiet.

Holy shit, he had fallen asleep. Right after he dropped that bomb in my lap.

It was the most arrogant, cocky, Jaxson Blue thing he could have possibly done.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Goddammit, Jax. I love you too. Asshole."

And then I fell asleep in his arms.

Part Two

Chapter One

Liliana

At the very first note, my heart dropped to my shoes.

I had to get out of here. Fast.

"Angel?" I called frantically into the dressing room, "I'm running next door. I'm desperate for caffeine. You want anything?"

"Caramel latte?" my roommate called from inside. This shopping trip was supposed to be about bonding, getting to know each other, but fuck it. I couldn't stay in this store a moment longer.

The beat was infectious. I could see shoppers starting to sway near the racks of discounted jeans. It was a four-on-the-floor, balls-out pop song, all glittering synth and pounding bassline. Almost impossible to ignore.

And it was already in my head. The last place I wanted it to be.

I rushed out into the oppressive heat of the New York City streets, but my cheeks were blazing even hotter as I tried like hell to avoid the song of the summer. I fled into the cool of the Starbucks next door and took my place in line.

The overhead speakers were piping in some plinking little indie folk tune. I sighed in relief. I checked my nails, resolving for the fifty billionth time to stop biting them, then immediately stuck my thumbnail in my mouth and started nibbling.

I was next in line when the plinky song ended. There was a pause. I craned my neck and saw one of the baristas changing out the iPod behind the counter.