To the Moon and Back: Rock Star Romance

  To The Moon and Back

  By Lily Harlem

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

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  Music is my passion so you can imagine my excitement when my two hot boyfriends whisk me off to England’s biggest summer festival. What I haven’t counted on is meeting two drop-dead gorgeous rock stars, getting a big break on a big stage, and then having a night of fun that is out of this world sexy and downright wild.

  Chapter One

  “You and me together, forever, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

  The shower rained down as I rinsed my hair and sung at the top of my voice.

  “Never gonna tear us apart, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

  The bathroom acoustics were great and I upped my enthusiasm and reached for the conditioner, pausing momentarily to use it as a microphone.

  “To the moon and back, for all of time, yeah, yeah, yeah!”

  It was a song I’d written the year before and one of my best works. If only I could get a break—get my lyrics heard by the masses.

  After shaving my legs, I finished up in the shower and stepped out. I dried and swiped the steam from the mirror. I’d dyed my hair neon blue in preparation for Rhythm-Fest, the biggest, hippest music festival of the summer. As I dragged a brush through the tangled locks, my stomach swirled with excitement. Having so many of my favorite bands in one place—Bastille, Scarlet Men, First Aid Kit, Pickled—and being able to dash from one stage to another was my idea of heaven.

  I slathered on sun cream, paying extra attention over my new upper arm tattoo—a complete band of musical notes, each one a different color of the rainbow—then dragged on a vintage Woodstock vest and denim shorts so tiny they’d give my grandmother one of her turns.

  Just as I’d finished shoving the last of my toiletries and a box of wine into my rucksack, the doorbell chimed.

  “Coming.”

  I rushed to open it, a big smile tugging at my mouth and balling my cheeks. My guys were here.

  “Lacy, are you ready?” Nial stepped in, breezing a kiss over my cheek.

  “Yep.” I rested my hand on his sun-warm, bronzed shoulder. Seemed he’d already given up on wearing a t-shirt today. “I’m all set.”

  “I don’t believe you.” Rich raised his eyebrows at me.

  I laughed. “I am…almost.”

  He chuckled and followed me indoors.

  “You’ll never guess what?” Nial said, poking at his glasses which constantly slipped down his nose.

  “You didn’t…you did…you got us the chance to be a supporting act on center stage?” I feigned shock.

  He grinned and shook his head. “Sadly the festival will be missing out on our contribution this year.”

  “Maybe next summer.” Rich plucked a grape from the fruit bowl, tossed it in the air then caught it in his mouth.

  “Yeah, maybe next.” It was our dream for our band, Sliders, to get a big break. We only needed a chance, just one opportunity to be heard. We were good, more than good, bloody brilliant. Everyone who listened to our stuff told us that. Trouble was, it wasn’t the right people listening.

  “I’ve got us tickets to the silent disco tent,” Niall said.

  “You did.” I laughed. “Those things are mad.”

  “Yeah, but DJ Dizzy is spinning.”

  “And we know you love him.” Rich wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “Don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I do.” I studied his face. “And I love you too.”

  “Good.” He kissed me—a proper, open-mouthed, tongue kiss that made my knees weak and had me melting against him. Rich was a great kisser. He made me lose my mind whenever he decided to go in for a serious smooch.

  “Hey, guys, we’re going to be late and that’ll mean a crap pitch.” Nial laughed. “We want to be close to the action, right.”

  “Yeah, yeah, we know.” Rich slid his hand to my ass, gave it a squeeze then a swift slap. “Go get ready, sweet cheeks.”

  I squealed. “I am ready, I told you that.” My heart was tripping along, and I was lightheaded with excitement and anticipation. “My rucksack is in my bedroom.”

  “I’ll help you with it,” Nial said, not waiting for an answer and heading to the stairs.

  I followed him up, going slower as he took them two at a time, his legs being so long it was no effort for him.

  Once in my bedroom he drew the curtains open and released the sunlight that had been battling to break through. “These been shut since I stayed over?”

  “Cheeky bugger, no they haven’t. I just haven’t got around to it today.” I gestured to the rucksack. “I’ve been packing.” I shoved a few hair bands in, and the bottle of sun protection.

  Suddenly he was behind me, his arms sneaking around my waist. His hot torso pressed against the bare skin on my shoulders, and his warm breath blew at my ear. “It was fun, that night, when I stayed over.”

  I reached behind myself and cupped his nape, held him close. “Yeah, it was.”

  He kissed my neck, sending a shiver of desire through my chest to my belly, then lower still.

  “We should do that again,” he murmured.

  “I wouldn’t complain.” I fluttered my eyes closed, remembering how halfway through our shag he’d flipped me over, put his cock in my ass and used a small vibrator on my clit. The orgasm had been wild. I’d forgotten about everything else but the darkly erotic sensations he’d created. We’d both come spectacularly, so much so the neighbors had banged on the wall and shouted for us to shut the fuck up.

  My cheeks flushed as I remembered the next day. I’d been hanging out the washing in my small back garden when I’d spotted Mrs Jenson over the low fence. She’d given me a look that said ‘I know what you were doing last night’ and I’d scurried back inside feeling like my mother had caught me at it.

  Nial laughed and slipped his hand up the inside of my vest top. “Your neighbors might complain again though.” He squeezed my right breast.

  “So whisk me away to a fancy hotel where no one can hear my cries of pleasure.”

  “What do you think we’re doing tonight? Me…you…Rich…” He’d punctuated the last three words with kisses. “A tent, no one giving a crap about the noises coming from it.”

  “Hey, we’re not going on a sex trip. This is a serious music festival, we’ve got gigs to see.”

  “You keep telling yourself that, Lacy.”

  I spun in his arms and he locked me in his embrace
. “I mean it.”

  “And so do I. It’s been a while since the three of us had bedtime fun.”

  “A whole two weeks.” I raised my eyebrows.

  “Like I said, it’s been a while. Rich and I have plans.”

  “Which are?” I couldn’t deny I was both intrigued and excited. Hot, sweaty, naked fun with Nial and Rich was always off-the-scale amazing.

  “Ah.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “That is for us to know, and for you to find out.”

  * * *

  “This pitch will do.” Rich dropped the huge bag that contained our three-berth tent. “It’s only a few minutes’ walk from the entrance to the main area, the burger van, and the loos.”

  I wiped the back of my forearm over my perspiring brow and looked around. The sea of festivalgoers in various stages of setting up tents seemed to stretch for miles. In the far distance, England’s green hills rose and fell beneath a perfect cornflower-blue sky.

  “Yeah, good call.” Nial shrugged and allowed his bulky rucksack to drop to the ground next to our cool box. “Who wants a beer?”

  “Toss one here,” Rich said, peeling off his t-shirt and revealing the large eagle tattoo that spread over his right pec. It had its wings extended and legs outstretched with talons primed, as though about to pluck a mouse from the ground.

  I licked my lips. Rich was, like Nial, in great shape and his six pack was already drawing glances from a couple of girls walking past.

  I dumped my bags down, linked my fingers with his and pressed a kiss to his cheek. A sudden rush of possessiveness had come over me and I couldn’t ignore it. “I’ll have a beer too.”

  “You will?” He took a lock of my hair that had escaped my ponytail and hooked it over my ear. “That’s not like you.”

  “I know, but it’s so hot.”

  “Not as hot as you,” he whispered.

  I smiled and cupped his ass, just for good measure, so everyone around knew he was mine. Nial was too, but they could figure that out later. Both men were mine, that’s the way it was between us. It had happened a couple of years ago when we’d created Sliders. Each guy had fancied me and I hadn’t been able to choose. The obvious solution was sharing—sharing for them. I didn’t share, no way. I’d staked my claim and guarded it fiercely.

  “Hey, you two,” Nial called. “Incoming.”

  We broke apart and each caught a can of Stella heading our way. I popped the ring pull and drank deeply. I’d been waiting for this weekend for so long. I had a pile of bands on my must-see-or-forever-regret list, and a few that I’d heard of and was curious to find out more. Different styles from around the UK and further afield fascinated me and I always learnt something that could be applied to Sliders’ music.

  “We’ll get set up then go and explore,” Nial said before licking beer froth from his top lip.

  “Yeah, we need to get our bearings.” Rich looked around, his eyes sparkling with the excitement I was sure shone from mine. “So we don’t waste a minute, day or night.”

  Nial caught my gaze and winked.

  A rush of heat that had nothing to do with the sun zipped through my veins.

  ‘Rich and I have plans.’

  His words came back to me, and much as I was dying to see the bands and hear the music, I was also looking forward to pulling down that tent zipper and discovering what delights my men had in store for me.

  Chapter Two

  I snuggled up against Nial as Rich strummed on his guitar. It was gone midnight but we still had a small group sitting around our campfire. I’d soon discovered that was always the way when Rich started knocking out tunes. People were like moths to a lamp, congregating around rhythm and melody as if magnetically drawn.

  “One more,” he said, glancing my way. “Any requests?”

  “Know any George Ezra?” A girl with a floppy red hat sitting to my left asked.

  “Yeah, I do.” Rich fiddled with the chord tension, then ran his fingers over the strings.

  I sighed, utter contentment washing over me. Rich played great hard-hitting rock songs as well as equally delicious and gentle acoustic ballads. I could never decide what I liked the best and had come to the conclusion it depended on my mood.

  “You getting tired?” Nial murmured against my ear.

  “A bit.”

  “Don’t fall asleep yet, will you. I know how you get when Rich starts on the mushy emotional stuff.”

  I giggled. “I won’t. I believe you have plans.”

  “Too right we have.” He kissed the top of my head and held me closer, as if using his arms to block out the slight chill creeping into the night air.

  Rich was singing. “Give me a minute to hold my girl…”

  More than content to listen to Rich, I closed my eyes and watched the dancing light on my eyelids put there by the flames of the fire. The air was bursting with the scent of sausages, onions and bug repellent, and a few wafts of weed swirled lazily on the breeze.

  Eventually Rich came to the end of his song. There were a few complaints, and a couple of begging pleas for more, but he was adamant, he was tired, and there were still two more nights he could play.

  “If only they’d pay to see us on stage,” Nial said, releasing me and dampening down the fire. It was the only way to send our new festival friends back to their tents.

  “Wouldn’t that be a dream come true,” I said, standing. “I’m going to the showers to do my teeth and that, back in a bit.”

  “Sure, be careful.” Rich glanced at the sprawl of tents. “And don’t get lost.”

  “I’ll try not to.” I ran my hand over his thick blond hair.

  “Try hard.”

  The shower block and loos were still in a reasonable state so I showered the day from my skin, pulled on a fresh t-shirt and knickers, brushed my teeth then headed back to our tent.

  We had a small entrance area, which stored the cool box, our rucksacks and Rich’s guitar. I stooped into it, kicking away my sandals, and ran the external zipper to the grass. The sound reminded me of childhood camping trips with my parents. We’d traveled the country in our little Ford Fiesta and with two small tents. Happy times.

  This was a happy time too, and as I undid the inner zipper and crawled in, my belly did a flip of excitement and lust injected into my system.

  Beneath a small camping lamp hanging on a string from a top pole, my two hot men were lying on the large airbed. They wore nothing but boxer shorts.

  Nial with his short dark hair and tanned skin on the left, Rich with his floppy surfer-style and quick grin on the right.

  Damn, I could just lick them all over.

  “You made us wait.” Rich grinned and adjusted his hips.

  A large bulge filled his boxers. I figured the wait had been a good idea.

  “I’m here now.”

  “Close that zipper so we don’t get visitors,” Nial said, removing his glasses and popping them into a small pocket on the tent lining. “I’m all for a bit of voyeurism but not tonight.”

  I swallowed, turned and fastened the zip, blocking us in and creating our own sexy little bubble in the world.

  “You might as well strip,” Rich said, sitting and hooking his fingers under the base of my t-shirt. “You don’t need clothes on for what we have in mind.”

  I didn’t answer. Instead I raised my arms as he pulled the material over my head.

  My nipples tingled and hardened as the air hit them. My breasts were barely a handful. Small, pale and pert.

  Nial sat forward, his gaze on my chest. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”

  I moaned as he latched his mouth over my right nipple and cupped the underside of my breast. The wet heat felt so good.

  Rich swept his lips over mine, then he ducked and took my left nipple between his lips, creating a gentle suction.

  I held onto each of their wide shoulders, instantly lost to the sensation of two guys bestowing attention on me.

  Rich nibbled and sucked, hol
ding me close with one hand on the small of my back.

  “Mmm…” I murmured, my fingers tightening on their flesh.

  Their bodies were warm, heat radiating from them and onto mine. My pussy quivered, a longing building deep inside of me.

  Nial trailed kisses upward, over my collarbones, the hollow of my throat, then found my mouth.

  I pressed my palm to his cheek, feeling the movement of his jaw as the kiss deepened. Our tongues tangled, noses colliding. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest.

  And then I was being laid down. Four strong arms tugging me to the sleeping bag, the shiny surface gliding on my skin.

  I surrendered to them, sighing as I did so. My body was being explored, stroked, and adored. What more did I need in life?

  “You smell so sweet,” Rich murmured, his lips hovering over my navel. He slicked his tongue into it. “You taste it too.”

  I smiled and arched my back. “Strawberry shower gel.”

  “My new favorite scent,” he said, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of my knickers. “We need to lose these.”

  As he dragged them down my thighs, I wriggled to help them on their way. Having both Nial and Rich’s focus and desire on me always gave me a heady sense of femininity, power and lust. I wanted them, both of them. The need to feel us all coming together was growing, building in energy, the way a volcano does deep beneath the surface of the earth’s crust.

  “This okay now?” Nial asked, stroking gently over my new upper arm tattoo.

  “Yes, it’s fine.” I curled my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

  Rich pushed my thighs apart, cool air washing over my hot pussy.

  A tremble of lust started in my belly and headed outward, down all of my limbs as he settled between my legs. I hoped he was going to use his mouth on me—the guy was as damn talented with his tongue as he was with a guitar.

  He peppered kisses up the inside of my right thigh, while stroking up my left. When he reached my pussy, he dragged his tongue through my soft folds, over my entrance and settled on my clit.