RANE: A Rockstar Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free Page B
Author: Vivian Lux
on."
Really? I'm going to kill Keir. "Those aren't going to leave much to the imagination."
She snorted and looked pointedly at my crotch. "I think that's the point."
I shrugged. "I'm here to please." I grinned at her. She rolled her eyes, but I could see the blush. Okay, so she was human after all. "What's she wearing?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Maddie.
Dee rifled through the rack until she pulled out a beige colored slinky thing. "For the bed scene," she said. "Go lie down, they need to check the lighting."
The blood rushing to my cock left none for my brain. "Bed scene?" I repeated, feeling myself go slack-jawed.
"Mr. Wilder, we need to check the lighting, now please."
I turned like a robot and stalked stiff-legged over to the huge four-poster bed that was lit up like they expected to interrogate me. I flopped down, grateful that I wasn't expected to hold myself upright anymore.
Without meaning to, I looked back across the room at Maddie, imagining her in that little slip of nothing. A bed scene. With my father's girlfriend's daughter. Who happened to be fucking gorgeous. And fucking crazy to boot.
I really was going to kill Keir.
As if she could feel my gaze, her eyelids fluttered open. She said something to the makeup artist and leaned forward. And even from all the way across the room, I could see that her eyes were exactly the blue I'd hoped they'd be.
Chapter Six
Madeline
When the buzz gave way to silence, I let my eyes flutter open. A tense excitement sizzled in the air. "Is this it?" I asked Harlow. "Are we getting started?"
She wasn't looking at me. Her gaze, like those of everyone else in the room, was focused on the prop bed in the center of the next room. I felt my own head turn like a magnet finding its pole.
The strange ripple that went through my body... It was far too close to the feeling I had the first time I took ecstasy. The liquid warmth, the need to touch.
I had learned to fear those feelings. The loss of control was the most terrifying part.
For some people, it was drugs that got them high. For me, it was my own brain. I knew enough about myself now to be suspicious of every urge, every desire.
And right now, my urges and desires were in overdrive. Except instead of a little pill doing this to me, it was a person.
A person sprawled across a bed, staring right at me. The crew was adjusting the spotlights all around him, sending shafts of light across his body so that he practically fucking glowed. I closed my eyes against it, but the afterimage of him was still burned into my retinas. Smooth, tanned, almost olive skin. Thick, dark hair sticking up in wild, unkempt tufts. Rivers of black ink splashed across the hills and valleys of his torso.
And gray eyes the color of a winter storm over the ocean.
Calm. Calm. You are a professional. You are here to do a job. A favor to Mom and Mike. This is a job and you are finally working again. Don't lose your grip.
I blinked, trying to clear my head. The spotlights suddenly flicked off, leaving me momentarily blinded so that I didn't see him get up. Only heard the creak of the mattress.
I clamped my lips tightly to keep from whimpering.
He rolled off the bed and walked over to me. Not walked. Loped. Like a tiger or some other caged up animal, all power under its skin. I swallowed, a brief flicker of animal instinct sending a shiver down my spine. The way he looked at me made me feel cornered.
Then he looked right past me. "Hey, 'Lo." He smiled at Harlow. "Casper on tour?"
"What's up, Drizzle?" Harlow planted her hand on her hip and adopted an aggressively bored stance. It wasn't fooling me in the slightest. "Yeah, Jax has them off for three weeks in Europe. He brought his new girl along."
"Jax has a new chick?"
"Apparently she's the one he wrote Cocky about." I was quietly thrilled that I actually recognized the name of a popular song. Rehab had felt like I was living under a rock.
Rane wrinkled his nose. "Pop's not
Really? I'm going to kill Keir. "Those aren't going to leave much to the imagination."
She snorted and looked pointedly at my crotch. "I think that's the point."
I shrugged. "I'm here to please." I grinned at her. She rolled her eyes, but I could see the blush. Okay, so she was human after all. "What's she wearing?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at Maddie.
Dee rifled through the rack until she pulled out a beige colored slinky thing. "For the bed scene," she said. "Go lie down, they need to check the lighting."
The blood rushing to my cock left none for my brain. "Bed scene?" I repeated, feeling myself go slack-jawed.
"Mr. Wilder, we need to check the lighting, now please."
I turned like a robot and stalked stiff-legged over to the huge four-poster bed that was lit up like they expected to interrogate me. I flopped down, grateful that I wasn't expected to hold myself upright anymore.
Without meaning to, I looked back across the room at Maddie, imagining her in that little slip of nothing. A bed scene. With my father's girlfriend's daughter. Who happened to be fucking gorgeous. And fucking crazy to boot.
I really was going to kill Keir.
As if she could feel my gaze, her eyelids fluttered open. She said something to the makeup artist and leaned forward. And even from all the way across the room, I could see that her eyes were exactly the blue I'd hoped they'd be.
Chapter Six
Madeline
When the buzz gave way to silence, I let my eyes flutter open. A tense excitement sizzled in the air. "Is this it?" I asked Harlow. "Are we getting started?"
She wasn't looking at me. Her gaze, like those of everyone else in the room, was focused on the prop bed in the center of the next room. I felt my own head turn like a magnet finding its pole.
The strange ripple that went through my body... It was far too close to the feeling I had the first time I took ecstasy. The liquid warmth, the need to touch.
I had learned to fear those feelings. The loss of control was the most terrifying part.
For some people, it was drugs that got them high. For me, it was my own brain. I knew enough about myself now to be suspicious of every urge, every desire.
And right now, my urges and desires were in overdrive. Except instead of a little pill doing this to me, it was a person.
A person sprawled across a bed, staring right at me. The crew was adjusting the spotlights all around him, sending shafts of light across his body so that he practically fucking glowed. I closed my eyes against it, but the afterimage of him was still burned into my retinas. Smooth, tanned, almost olive skin. Thick, dark hair sticking up in wild, unkempt tufts. Rivers of black ink splashed across the hills and valleys of his torso.
And gray eyes the color of a winter storm over the ocean.
Calm. Calm. You are a professional. You are here to do a job. A favor to Mom and Mike. This is a job and you are finally working again. Don't lose your grip.
I blinked, trying to clear my head. The spotlights suddenly flicked off, leaving me momentarily blinded so that I didn't see him get up. Only heard the creak of the mattress.
I clamped my lips tightly to keep from whimpering.
He rolled off the bed and walked over to me. Not walked. Loped. Like a tiger or some other caged up animal, all power under its skin. I swallowed, a brief flicker of animal instinct sending a shiver down my spine. The way he looked at me made me feel cornered.
Then he looked right past me. "Hey, 'Lo." He smiled at Harlow. "Casper on tour?"
"What's up, Drizzle?" Harlow planted her hand on her hip and adopted an aggressively bored stance. It wasn't fooling me in the slightest. "Yeah, Jax has them off for three weeks in Europe. He brought his new girl along."
"Jax has a new chick?"
"Apparently she's the one he wrote Cocky about." I was quietly thrilled that I actually recognized the name of a popular song. Rehab had felt like I was living under a rock.
Rane wrinkled his nose. "Pop's not
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