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No More Yesterdays: A Rock Star Romance (Rocked in Love Book 2)




  Jessica Marlowe

  NO MORE

  YESTERDAYS

  Copyright © 2019 by Jessica Marlowe

  CONTENTS

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Excerpt All Your Tomorrows

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  A special note from Jessica

  Dear Reader

  About the Author

  Dedication

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  Copyright

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  chapter

  ONE

  Months of planning the perfect meeting while the band was in New York for a week were not to be thwarted by some stupid groupie whore after all. Jack looked so sad last night when he left the Garden it nearly broke my heart, but now that she’s gone, Jackie’s vulnerable. This may have been fortuitous after all. He’ll be happy to see a friendly face, and I’ll comfort him. He’s always the one to take care of everyone else, but finally, he’ll be with someone who gives him exactly what he needs.

  The Phoenix has risen from the ashes, and he’ll see I’m not a weak, pathetic creature he needs to save.

  chapter

  TWO

  Sunday morning, Jack was startled awake by his alarm, and he was alone. Terror gripped him, and he shot up. Shit. Em was still asleep but had moved to the far side of the bed. Fuck. He hated that; he wanted to wake up with her in his arms. Since he’d have plenty of lonely nights ahead of him, when they were together, he needed her next to him. The band would be leaving Thursday for Hartford, and he had no idea when he’d see her again.

  Yesterday had been hard, but it all turned out in the end. Last night, Em had come to his room at The Yorkshire Hotel, and she’d agreed to give them a fair chance, and he had no doubt she would. He needed to remember she was afraid, and no matter how strong she was, she was fragile right now. She still had to work out what happened with the fucker, but Jack felt more secure in their future. Em was his. And today, she’d agreed to meet his family.

  It was early, but his dad always got up at five, so Jack picked up his phone and dialed his dad’s cell.

  “Jack, you’re still coming, aren’t you?”

  “Good morning to you, too.” Jack glanced at his girl. “Absolutely.”

  His dad sighed in relief. “Great, what’s up, son?”

  What’s that about? “I’m seeing someone, and I’d like to bring her today. Okay?”

  Jack heard his father rub his hand over his face. He always did that when he was trying to break bad news.

  “If we say no, are you still coming?”

  What? Jack hadn’t expected this. As far as he was concerned, asking had been a formality, but apparently, Em had been right. “Of course. I thought it’d be nice to have all the people I love in one place at the same time.”

  His dad sighed.

  Jack’s head dropped. “Look, it’s okay—”

  “Your mother’s sleeping. Let me discuss it with her when she gets up, and I’ll call you back.”

  “Okay.” Jack paused. “Dad, everything okay?” Maybe there was a family crisis, and they didn’t want any outsiders. Although, Em could probably help. She was great at that.

  “No, we’re all well. It’s just this is last minute. We didn’t know you were seeing anyone new. She is new, isn’t she? You’re not back with Christie, are you?”

  Jack thought they’d loved Christie. “No. It’s over with Christie. Her name’s Emily, and she’s a writer.” Shit. He probably shouldn’t have told him that. Em wanted to remain anonymous. He’d fix it later if it came up.

  “Okay.” Will sighed. “I’ll call you back after I talk to Mom. Love you, son.”

  “Love you too, Dad.” Jack turned up the ringer on his phone, placed it on the nightstand, and shifted closer to Em so he could spoon her. Bliss.

  Jack woke at eight with Em in his arms. Much better. His hand cupped her breast, and his hard-on nestled between her cheeks. He rubbed his groin against her, and she moaned softly as her hips rocked into him. He kissed her shoulder, and she sighed.

  “Mmm, that for me?” Her voice was still raspy with sleep.

  “Sure is. Fuck me.” Jack rolled onto his back, grabbed a rubber, and rolled it on.

  “The only thing I like better than late-night dirty talk is early-morning dirty talk.” Em settled herself over him and slid down.

  Her warmth surrounded him. Fuck, that feels good. He wished he was bare. It drove him wild that she wanted sex as much as he did. He had a very healthy sex drive, but his past girlfriends hadn’t always matched up to him in that area. Especially when they were passed out drunk or high as fuck on drugs. Fuck. Why was he thinking of Christie? Probably because his dad had brought her up.

  He pushed all thoughts aside as Em leaned forward and kissed him while she continued riding his cock. He fondled her breasts and broke the kiss so he could take her nipple in his mouth. “Baby, your tits are fucking perfect.” She smiled and contracted her inner muscles around him. Fuck, that did it. “Oh fuck, baby.”

  Her hands stroked his pecs as she rose and fucked him harder. God, she was perfect. He came hard and was so lost in his orgasm he hadn’t realized until she collapsed on him that she’d come. If she hadn’t, he’d have eaten her pussy until she did. He still might.

  Emily nuzzled his neck and kissed his shoulder. He didn’t want to move, but he needed to use the bathroom. “I gotta get up.”

  Em rolled off him and snuggled under the covers with a satisfied grin.

  When he returned, she was on her back with her legs spread wide. Nothing turned him on more than a woman who wasn’t shy about telling him what she wanted. He crawled up the bed and kissed his way up her inner thighs, careful not to linger near her scars. She was sensitive about it, but he hoped, in time, that she’d let him touch and kiss her freely. They were part of her, and he loved her completely. He dipped his tongue in. “Mmm.” He was almost ready himself, but this was for Em, so he focused on her pussy, loving her sweet, musky taste.

  Em groaned. “Oh, yes. I love that.”

  He knew she did.

  Rush’s “The Trees” sounded from the nightstand. “Shit. That’s my dad.” He’d hoped it wasn’t bad news. Grabbing the phone, he
connected the call. “Hey, Dad.”

  “Jack, we’d love to have your new girlfriend join us for dinner.”

  That sounded more like his dad. “Great. What time?” Em gestured to him. “Hold on.”

  “I have to go home first. I need clothes.”

  “Right. Dad, is one o’clock okay?”

  “That’s what I was going to say. See you then.”

  “Can’t wait, bye.”

  She pulled the sheet up to cover her beautiful naked body, but he wanted to finish what he started, so he whipped them off her.

  “Jack, we don’t have time for this. We have to eat, shower, get to my place, change, and then get to your parents’ house. I don’t want to be late.”

  Damn. She was right. He licked his lips to get the last bit of her essence. “Okay, rain check. You’ll need to pack clothes for here.”

  “Why?”

  “Aren’t you staying this week?”

  Emily scooted off the bed. “I have to go to work.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

  Jack stared at the paneled door. They needed to talk. He’d expected her to spend the next four days with him at the hotel. Since Emily should’ve been on her honeymoon for the next three weeks, he’d assumed she was off. He wanted her to stay with him and not just time after she got off work. He needed more. They’d be apart enough because he was on tour. Too much. But most of all, Jack needed to stop pressuring her, like he had last night, to get her to agree to come to see his folks today. For the life of him, he just couldn’t stop himself, and he didn’t understand why.

  After breakfast and an argument with Jeff over spending the day with Em without security, they left the hotel in the rental that Jack had ordered. Em’s apartment in Oakdale, New Jersey, was thirty minutes west of Manhattan, and they arrived at eleven thirty. He parked in back and they walked hand in hand to her door.

  Once inside, Em turned to him. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” She walked down the hallway and disappeared into the bedroom. He followed, waiting in the doorway, until she turned to see him.

  “What?”

  Jack walked in and sat on the bed. “I want you to spend the week with me.”

  Her brows drew together. “I thought that was the plan.”

  “I’d assumed that you were off all week.”

  Em sat next to him and took his hand. “You want me spend the week at your hotel?”

  “Yeah.”

  She stood and paced, and he could see the wheels turning. “I canceled my vacation time.”

  “But you were off Thursday and Friday.”

  “Yeah, because my bosses told me not to come in until I got my shit together.” Emily smiled. “They were nice about it, but I’d been screwing up everything. I’m usually reliable, but after I sent copy for approval to our client’s competitor by mistake, who’s also our client, which cost us both accounts, I really thought they’d fire me.”

  Jack stood and hugged her. “Hey, you went through something terrible. I’m sure they understand.”

  She rested her head on his shoulder. “They do. They’ve been good to me.” Jack felt her smile. “I started as the receptionist, and they gave me the opportunity to move into copywriting.”

  “I’m sure you earned the opportunity.”

  “I didn’t have a degree to back it up, but they didn’t care about that. A lot of places would’ve.”

  “Can you take a few days off?”

  Emily pulled out of his embrace. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out. We have two new clients coming in this week, and I could probably miss those appointments, but the established client asked for me specifically, so there’s no way I can miss that one.”

  He’d thought she was concocting an elaborate excuse to not be with him. His chest swelled with pride that one of their clients respected her work so much that he wanted Em on his next campaign.

  “I have to call my bosses and see what works for them.” She walked into the living room to make the call.

  Her bedroom wasn’t overly feminine, but there were touches here and there. The bedspread was purple with gold trim. Oh fuck. That fucker slept in this room with her, in that bed. Under that bedspread. Jack shook his head to dispel the images.

  “You okay?” Emily asked.

  Jack stared at the bed. “You need a new mattress.” No way was he making love to her in that bed after—

  “It’s only three weeks old. I got rid of the sheets and bedspread too. They made me sick.”

  He was such a prick. He should be worried about her not himself.

  Emily smiled. “I had a hard time hauling the mattress out, but the box spring was easier.”

  “Why didn’t you ask for help?”

  Emily looked down. “I was humiliated, Jack. I didn’t even tell Nicki until Monday. Besides, Vince lives in California, and I couldn’t wait for Eddie to drive up. It exited the apartment shortly after they did.”

  Vince and Eddie were Emily’s friends who helped her survive the aftermath of the accident, and Jack remembered what Nicki had told him about how Em had thrown the fucker out. He was proud of her, and he couldn’t help but grin.

  “Nicki told you, didn’t she?”

  “Yeah. Naked, huh?”

  “They were lucky they got out in one piece.” Emily took out an overnight bag and packed. “I have to be in the office Thursday by one and Friday. Damn.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I never called Vince.”

  “Call him now. I’ll call my dad and tell him we’re running a little late.”

  “I hope Vince isn’t at the airport.” At Jack’s puzzled expression, she added, “He threatened to get on a plane if I didn’t call him this weekend.”

  Jack liked Vince already and couldn’t wait to meet him. “Take your time.” Jack went to the living room to give her privacy. He was on the phone with Buzz when Em walked in. Unfortunately, Buzz had a bad night but had just left a NA meeting. Since Buzz was going to visit his family later, they might see him because their families were neighbors.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  That bag didn’t look full, but he was used to traveling with Christie. “Uh, one more thing.”

  Emily raised her brows.

  “I’d like to read your books, but I don’t know your pen name.” Emily’s shocked expression surprised him until he remembered that the fucker hadn’t been interested in her writing career. Asshole.

  “Paperback or e-book?”

  “Paperback.”

  Smiling, Emily turned and went into her office. She returned with a canvas bag. “Here.”

  Jack opened the bag and pulled out the first book. In A Heartbeat by Emma Ryan. The cover featured a bare-chested man and a woman in a skimpy bikini. They were kissing, and his hand rested close to her breast. Her arms were around him, her hands disappearing below his waist. Jack swallowed hard and looked up at her. “I meant so I could buy them.”

  “The four on the bottom are the most recent ones, the others are all out of print, so don’t lose them, okay? They’re my only copies.” Em smirked at him. He knew she understood his reaction and was enjoying his discomfiture. He’d like nothing more than to bend her over the kitchen table and fuck—shit, they had to leave. “Nice cover.”

  “People do judge a book by its cover.” Emily headed down the stairs.

  Jack adjusted himself and followed.

  J

  Emily stared out the SUV window as Jack drove north on the Garden State Parkway. The thirty-five miles to his parent’s house in Pine Hill, New York went by in a blur. The only indication that they’d crossed into New York was the welcome sign. This section of New Jersey and New York were so similar. The neighborhoods nestled among tree-lined streets were such a stark contrast to the skyscrapers of Manhattan. Emily was glad she and Sully had decided to look for a house after the wedding. One less memory. Unlike Sully, Jack wanted to read her books. />
  When the SUV hit a pothole, Emily jolted awake. She stretched and smiled as she glanced at Jack. Then she remembered where they were going, and a groan escaped.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Emily shrugged.

  “Hey, talk to me.”

  “I’m nervous.”

  Jack pulled the SUV over and cut the engine. He tilted her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “Tell me.”

  “It’s been a long time since I did the meet the family thing, and usually, we’d have been dating for several months.” Emily sighed. “Sully’s parents are…reserved. They’re not openly affectionate to each other or Sully. Certainly not to me. I don’t know what to expect with your family.”

  Jack grinned. “Total opposite, very emotional. My dad will probably hug you.”

  Her family had been like that, but she didn’t want to reminisce.

  “My dad’s a plumber, and my mom teaches high school English. My sister, Trish, is getting her PhD in psychology, and my brother, Jimmy, is doing an internship for his fifth year toward his bachelor’s in architecture. I have tons of aunts and uncles and about a million cousins.”

  Emily had no family except her grandparents. The only time she’d heard from them in ten years was the response card from her wedding invitation with the box checked for regrets. No explanation, letter, or phone call. She’d known they wouldn’t come, but it’d still hurt.

  “Hey.” Jack kissed her tenderly. “I don’t want you to be upset. We don’t have to go.” Jack looked down.

  “It’s not that. Your family sounds wonderful.”

  “They are. My folks are cool, and they’ll love you. Trish is nosy, probably why she’s interested in psychology. Jimmy’s a good kid, but…”

  “What?”

  “I don’t know, he doesn’t seem to like me very much. One day, we were buddies and having a good time, and almost overnight, he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with me. And if he does talk to me, it’s always something nasty. I don’t know what his problem is.”

  Emily thought she might. She’d had a similar reaction to Riley moving out. “We’d better get going.” She hoped their being late didn’t mess with his mom’s dinner plans. Emily wanted them to like her. She didn’t have to think why; Sully’s parents hadn’t liked her very much.