Marooned with the Rock Star (A Crazily Sensual Rock Star Romance, with Humor) by Dawn Steele Page A

ten-foot pole since you crashed your own car fender
into a fire hydrant.”
    “Which flooded the town square,” I
crowed.
    “You didn’t have to tell him about it,” Kurt
complained.
    “Tell him about it? Everyone knew about it.
It was the front page news,” Adeline said.
    “Yeah, in our town, a cat getting rescued
from a roof makes the front page news,” he deadpanned.
    Anyhow, we ended up in a Seven-Eleven (yes,
there was actually one in our one main street town, could you
believe it?). Adeline parked and skipped down to get the
six-pack.
    “Stay here,” she said to the two of us. “I’m
the only one who has the ID.”
    She was right. She had just turned
eighteen.
    “I’m sure I pass for eighteen,” Kurt
said.
    He was right too. He looked older than his
age. It was that height and the fact he cut quite an imposing
figure with his huge frame.
    “Uh uh, Kurt, everyone knows you. I’ll be a
while, guys. I have to use the little ladies’.”
    She slammed her car door on us and jauntily
walked towards the direction of the brightly lit Seven-Eleven. She
had her red jacket on. The wind blew her dark hair backwards. She
was a whip of a figure – a pretty young woman perched on anything
she could have in the world.
    There was an uncomfortable silence between
me and Kurt, as there always was whenever Adeline left the room and
sucked out all the camaraderie with her.
    Kurt turned around. His face was in
half-shadow, lighted up by the distant fluorescent glow from the
Seven-Eleven entrance. He was remarkably beautiful, like a
sculptured piece of flesh. His longish hair brushed his shoulders,
which were clad in brown leather. Underneath his jacket, he wore a
plaid shirt.
    “So, Ms. Smarty-Pants. Decided which college
you want to apply to yet?” he said casually.
    “Don’t call me that. You know I don’t like
that.”
    He shrugged. There was always that
electrical spark between us. I didn’t know if he felt it too, or it
was only one-sided on my fuse. He was a boy I found very attractive
despite me not liking his ‘type’. By nature of my friendship with
his girlfriend, we found ourselves getting to know each other a lot
more than our ‘types’ usually allowed.
    “You’re smart. There’s no two ways about
it,” he declared. “So you don’t have to pretend anymore, you know.
SATs are over. It’s either make or break or repeat them. Out of the
three of us, you have the best chance of making it out of this
town.”
    That was the best compliment he had ever
paid me. I softened.
    “I don’t know, Kurt. It’s a long shot to
think I can get an academic scholarship.”
    He shrugged again, a graceful contortion of
his shoulders. “Can’t get one if you don’t try. Send the
applications out to a dozen universities. Send them to a hundred.
One of them will bite, if not more.”
    His eyes rose to meet mine. I felt a frisson
of desire flower within my groin.
    There had been many nights alone in my own
bed that I had fantasized about how it must have been like with
Kurt. Adeline described in detail a couple of their encounters, of
course.
    I could feel his body pressing onto mine as
if he was there himself. His cock poised at my entrance, quivering,
his breath and chest heaving against my tits. The forceful thrust
as his cock entered my virgin pussy.
    Ohhhhhhh!
    I told myself it wasn’t Kurt I fantasized
about, but the actual fantasy of being fucked, of course. He just
happened to be there. He had a romance book cover model face. He
was convenient.
    Oh, how our minds lie to us.
    “Sure, one of them will bite. That’s what I
keep telling myself.” I had to fight this attraction. I had no
choice. It was a good thing that we were all going our separate
paths. This way, I didn’t have to ever see him again and be
reminded of all the things I don’t want to be.
    I said, “What about you, Kurt? Where are you
going?”
    He turned away pensively. “There have been a
couple of talent scouts, but I’m a white