Synopsis
A Rockstar with a Secret Love Life. Three Devoted Bandmates. And a Scandalous Photographer Who Could Ruin It All.
Dee Spencer is more than just the lead singer of the hottest band on the planet—she’s a force of nature. With her band fresh off a world tour with Muse of Darkness, Dee is basking in the glow of stardom. But behind the curtain, there’s a secret she fiercely protects: her deep, passionate love for not one, but all three of her bandmates. Together, they share a polyamorous relationship that’s as powerful as their music.
She adores her fans and lives for the stage, but the relentless spotlight is something she never signed up for. The world sees a rock goddess, but Dee craves privacy when it comes to matters of the heart. She knows the world might not understand, and the last thing she wants is for her love life to become tabloid fodder.
Enter Ryan Birnam, a paparazzo with a knack for getting the dirt on celebrities. He doesn’t love what he does, but the pay is too good to pass up. When risque photos of Dee surface online, causing a media frenzy, Ryan is at the center of the storm. Dee’s carefully guarded secret is at risk of being exposed, and she knows she has to act fast.
Desperate to control the narrative, Dee does the unthinkable–she hires Ryan to help manage the situation. She expected to despise him for putting her in this mess, but instead, she finds herself drawn to the man behind the camera. Sparks fly, and soon, the tension between them is undeniable.
Now, Dee faces an impossible choice: protect her relationship with her three bandmates, or explore the fiery connection with the man who could destroy everything she holds dear. But what if she doesn’t have to choose? What if there’s room for one more in her heart?
Dive into this sizzling polyamorous romance and find out how Dee navigates love, fame, and the unpredictable world of rock and roll.
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SNEAK PEEK
Chapter 1 – Kyle
SCORCHING HOT SCENE ALERT
2024@ Liz Gavin
At precisely eleven-thirty on a cold February morning, Kyle Jenkins glanced at Dee as she hit the crash cymbal with all her might. The crowd erupted, their roars blending with the electrifying pulse of his heartbeat as he leaped from the raised platform, where her drum kit stood, to the front of the stage.
Taking a deep bow, he yelled into the microphone, “Thank you, San Francisco!”
Seventy thousand voices echoed back, a cacophony of claps and cheers.
Grinning until his cheeks ached, Kyle took in the sea of fans cramming the stadium. He proceeded to introduce the members of his band. “The amazingly talented Dee Spencer on the drums! You all know her music well.”
The air filled with whistles and shouts as his stunning girlfriend tossed her sticks into the expectant crowd. Sweat made her shoulder-length black hair with purple tips cling to her heart-shaped face and neck. Her loose, black, silk blouse hid her perfect breasts, while her blue jeans clung to her curvy hips and gorgeous ass.
Kyle turned to face Lenny standing to his right. “Give it up for Leonardo Di Matteo on the guitar.” Lenny flashed his famous lopsided smile at the camera, plucking the strings a couple of times before handing the guitar to his assistant.
His scruff-covered square jaw nearly leaped off the giant LED screens, eliciting chants of “Lenny! Lenny! Lenny!” from the audience.
Raising his arms, he saluted the crowd. The cotton of his charcoal T-shirt was darkened with sweat, while his tight black leather pants left little to the imagination.
“Roger McAdams, everyone!” Kyle shouted, gesturing to his left where their bass player blew kisses to the crowd. His spiked, light brown hair looked darker from sweat, but his perennial easy smile was plastered across his face.
His floral top hung loosely, playing hide-and-seek with his taut chest muscles. His low-cut jeans barely covered the tattoo on his navel where spreading vines entangled Dee’s name across a pierced heart. Each vine carried a name: Roger, Kyle, and Lenny. Although the fabric covered part of the artist’s work, the memory of it always warmed Kyle’s heart. It was the sincerest display of their love and commitment to the woman who held their hearts. The three of them would do anything to protect Dee and their lifestyle.
Kyle settled the mic on its pedestal and stated, “This is it for The Experiment, guys. Thank you!”
“You’re in for a treat today.” Lenny’s deep baritone boomed around the venue. “We’ve just kicked off the Love & Healing Festival. Stick around for ten more hours of the best rock music of all time.”
The icy wind picked up, making Kyle’s sweaty green dress shirt and black jeans stick like frost to his skin as his bandmates joined him. Linking their arms to form a makeshift human chain, they bowed to the audience, basking in the warmth of their cheers and applause.
They clapped and waved goodbye as they retreated backstage, still buzzing from the performance. The roadies began to box their equipment and clear the area for the next act.
In the dressing room, Dee rushed forward to hug her longtime best friend, Ally Howard, who beamed with pride as they separated. “That was fantastic, guys!”
“Thank you for all you’ve done for us, Fairy Godmother,” Roger replied, ruffling little Celia’s dark curls as the toddler sat on her father’s lap.
Logan Maine, the bassist with Muse of Darkness, bounced his legs, making his daughter giggle as he looked Roger in the eye and shook his head. “Ally and I merely introduced y’all to some people we happened to know. If The Experiment wasn’t any good, you wouldn’t be topping charts everywhere right now.”
“True. Still, we’re honored by this invitation. Opening the Love & Healing Festival is a huge thing,” Kyle interjected, feeling a surge of pride.
“You think other musicians are willing to headline this thing?” Ally scoffed with a playful wink. “I mean, people have better plans on Valentine’s Day than attending an outdoor, twelve-hour-long concert in the chilly temperatures of the Bay Area.” Her brown curls bounced around her smiling face, her dark blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
They laughed heartily at her joke. After all, the charity concert had sold out in less than an hour when tickets went on sale six months ago.
“Yeah, right,” Dee murmured as she smooched Ally’s cheek. “I’d love to stay for your performance, but we’ve got to get going.”
Logan splayed a hand over his chest above his heart. “I’m shocked! Are you guys actually ditching us for some kind of Valentine’s celebration?”
“You bet we are!” Kyle assured him, unable to hide his excitement.
“Good for you, kids!” Ally, who was twenty-six like Dee, flicked her hands at them. “Now get moving. I know the plane won’t take off without you all aboard, but you don’t want to waste any more time with two old farts like us.”
They rushed to the indoor parking area where a limousine idled, the driver waiting to take them to the airport. Once they were settled on the cozy leather seats, Jennifer shifted into gear. They sluggishly made their way through the exit gate because a crowd of fans pushed against the railings, holding pictures of Kyle and his band.
Dee rolled down her window, oblivious to their pleas as Roger and Lenny shouted, “No! Don’t!”
She just smiled at the people who surrounded the car while bright flashes spread across them like wildfire in the summer. Lenny pushed the button to raise the tinted glass again, protecting their little sanctuary from the invasive lights.
“C’mon, party pooper,” she teased, her voice a blend of playful defiance and genuine affection. “You know how much I love them.”
“The fans, yes. Not the damn paparazzi, you don’t.” Lenny draped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her neck, his touch both possessive and tender. “Plus, we want some privacy in here. Right, guys?”
“Exactly.” Roger unfastened the front of her blouse, revealing the delicate lace bra beneath. Dee’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Her squeals were part surprise, part elation, as Kyle’s and Roger’s hands cupped each of her breasts. “It’s a short drive to the airport,” she reminded them, breathless and eager.
“Thirty minutes should be enough to make you come a couple of times.” Kyle nodded to Lenny, who, taking the hint, knelt on the carpeted floor of the limo. His devotion to her pleasure was as clear as ever, a testament to the deep bond they all shared.
Kyle dipped his fingers inside her bra to roll her tight nipple between them. Roger mirrored his movements, their synchronized touches driving her wild.
“Love that plan,” she muttered and hissed, running her fingers through Lenny’s short black hair as he unzipped her jeans and removed them with practiced ease.
Kyle licked his lips when he glimpsed her wet folds as Lenny hoisted her legs over his broad shoulders. The sight of her readiness, the way she opened up for them, was intoxicating.
“You’re so fucking ready for us,” Lenny murmured, and began kissing the inside of her leg from her knee to the top of her thigh. “That makes me harder than a rock.”
His erection had already been visible on stage. Now it tented the front of his leather pants, matching Kyle’s and Roger’s. The three of them were united in their desire for her, their need to bring her pleasure.
Kyle cupped her cheek with his free hand and slid his thumb inside her mouth. Her pillowy lips sucking at it reminded him of the pleasure Dee gave him when they wrapped around his dick. The jealous appendage tweaked inside his jeans, pressing against the zipper. The painful imprint stole his breath away, just like the vision of her body squirming under Lenny’s mouth.
“Fuck!” she uttered around Kyle’s finger, biting its tip with a mix of desperation and delight.
Kyle withdrew his hand. Roger took its place with his mouth, crushing her lips in a passionate kiss. Kyle undid the clasps of her bra, freeing her breasts to their touch. Roger’s fingers squeezed one breast as Kyle covered the other with his lips. He moaned as he sucked her salty flesh. The sweet scent of her release filled his nostrils as she arched her back and screamed, her body trembling with the intensity of her climax.
This moment of shared ecstasy, of giving and receiving pleasure, was what bound them together. In this intimate space, they were more than just bandmates and lovers–they were a family, united by love and desire. The journey ahead might be filled with challenges, but together, they could face anything.
“That’s a good girl,” Lenny’s voice was muffled by her body as his lips never left her sex. “Give me more. Come again for us.”
On cue, her legs and arms trembled, and she rolled her head back on the seat. “Guys! Fuck! Yes!”
Kyle switched positions with Roger. Roger scooped her breast in his large hand and pulled her taut nipple inside his mouth. Kyle drank her whimpers as he closed his lips over hers. His cock begged for release. He was sure Roger and Lenny were in the same deliciously painful situation, but this was all about Dee. They would get their pleasure later, and tomorrow, and the day after that. They had the whole weekend ahead of them to celebrate. But their Valentine always came first.
And she did again when Kyle pinched her nipple. She shouted, “Kyle!”
Roger and Kyle kissed the side of her elegant neck as Lenny trailed open-mouthed kisses up her belly and chest. She gasped and ran her fingers through their hair as if trying to caress all of them at the same time. They smiled when she opened her eyes and held their stares, one at a time. In the next breath, their lips roamed over her cheeks and mouth. They took turns kissing her and one another as their moans mixed. Someone pulled Kyle’s hair, and he lost track of time.
The car slowed down. “We’re almost there.” Jennifer’s voice reached them through the speaker system. She knew them too well and was giving them a heads-up before she pulled over in front of the private aviation terminal.
Dee pulled her jeans up and zipped them as Kyle closed and refastened her blouse. There was nothing they could do about her messy hair or bedroom eyes. Her cheeks beamed with a healthy flush during their brisk walk to the stairs that led to the plane.
They boarded swiftly, settling into the plush seats as the plane took off. Once airborne, Dee stood, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced, heading toward the luxurious suite.
They watched her go, their anticipation building. The sound of running water filled the cabin, and Kyle couldn’t help but remember her mouth around his dick, the way she could drive him wild with just a glance. They followed her and waited in the bedroom.
When she emerged, her skin glistening and wrapped in a fluffy white towel, they were all ready for her. Roger was the first to move, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. Lenny and Kyle followed, the tension electric between them.
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