The Choice (Rocked Love - Vol. 4): Rocked Love, #4

By Emma Brown

Volume 4 of the Rocked Love series!

The tension mounts between Juliet, Ben, and Jesse as the three finish working together on Juliet’s album. Jesse’s intentions toward Juliet become more solid (and hot!), leading the two toward each other until there’s no turning back...

Meanwhile, Ben discovers that his intentions toward Juliet are far more intense and lasting than he had previously believed, and Juliet is awash in the attention she is receiving from both men, her curiosity overwhelming her.

But now Juliet has to come to a decision about whether she is going to pursue a relationship with Ben or Jesse—or neither.

Compounding her decision is the fact that, though she is unaware of it, Ben knows exactly what she’s been up to with his cousin, and has determined that he is going to do everything in his power to make her see that he’s the one she should end up with.

Who will she choose?? Find out in this thrilling conclusion!

Note: Parts of Rocked Love were previously published as Sweet Harmony.

Also includes Sneak Peeks at some upcoming novels!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roja Publishing
• Release date: Nov 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533781017

Emma Brown

Emma Brown is an investigative reporter at The Washington Post. In her life before journalism, she worked as a wilderness ranger in Wyoming and a middle school math teacher in Alaska. She lives with her husband and two children in Washington, DC.

Book preview

Volume 4 of the Rocked Love series!

The tension mounts between Juliet, Ben, and Jesse as the three finish working together on Juliet’s album. Jesse’s intentions toward Juliet become more solid (and hot!), leading the two toward each other until there’s no turning back...

Meanwhile, Ben discovers that his intentions toward Juliet are far more intense and lasting than he had previously believed, and Juliet is awash in the attention she is receiving from both men, her curiosity overwhelming her.

But now Juliet has to come to a decision about whether she is going to pursue a relationship with Ben or Jesse—or neither.

Compounding her decision is the fact that, though she is unaware of it, Ben knows exactly what she’s been up to with his cousin, and has determined that he is going to do everything in his power to make her see that he’s the one she should end up with.

Who will she choose?? Find out in this thrilling conclusion!

Note: Parts of Rocked Love were previously published as Sweet Harmony.

Also includes Sneak Peeks at some upcoming novels!

~Volume Four~

Juliet threw herself down onto her couch in the living room, closing her eyes and sighing. It was the day before Ben and Jesse were scheduled to go home; they had completed the work they had flown in to help her with, and Juliet had no real reason to ask either of them to stay. At that, she had no idea which of the two men she would prefer to ask. Juliet had never been so confused about her feelings in her entire life.

She knew that she had had feelings for Ben for years—almost from the very moment she had met him. By the same token, she had developed a crush on his older cousin Jesse quickly, and the consummation of her feelings for him a few days before had done nothing but strengthen the regard she had always held him in. Which would make her happier? She had spent the last few days wracking her brain for the answer to that question, and interacting with each of the two men to try and figure out how she truly felt—to no avail.

She had awakened from the nap she had taken after leaving Jesse’s bed in the guest room to find Ben sitting nearby, reading a book. Juliet had felt a pang of guilt and wondered if she should come clean right away, or wait and see if Ben had any suspicions. She sat up, realizing how ridiculous it would be to pretend to still be asleep. In any case, if she was awake, Jesse would be up soon as well; it would be best to figure out what was going on with Ben before that happened. Ben had looked up from his book the moment she had stirred, giving her a smile and putting the book down.

You’ve been burning the midnight oil again, he commented, standing and crossing to the couch to sit next to her. He pulled her legs onto his lap. It was weird waking up in your bed without you there. Juliet had smiled, shrugging, the gesture turning into a luxurious stretch. So far, she had no indication that Ben knew that she had had sex with his cousin; but that didn’t really mean anything. Ben also knew that she was restless—that she often woke up in the middle of the night, particularly when she was working on an album, and went to work on a song; to refine a melody, to sharpen a lyric or two based on an insight she’d had suddenly and couldn’t make wait.

Ben had begun to massage her feet, his strong hands kneading away; she hadn’t realized that her feet still ached from dancing the night before until he began to relieve the pain. Juliet yawned and relaxed against the couch. Ben was incredibly good at massage; he had learned from her and improved on her techniques, managing to avoid the excessive force that most men used; the thought brought to mind Jesse massaging her neck and shoulders, relieving the tension headache that a fight with Ben had caused. Juliet opened her eyes.

I was having trouble sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you up with my comings and goings, so I just stayed on the couch, she explained.

It wasn’t quite a lie—she had had trouble sleeping, and she didn’t want to risk waking Ben. But in between the two truths was a great deal of omission. Meeting up with Jesse, the skinny dipping that had led to them making out and then to them having sex. Ben accepted the story without a single qualm, however, and Juliet was convinced that, if he knew what had happened—if he had even suspected it—he would have mentioned it. Or, perhaps, he did know, and he didn’t intend to bring it up. Ultimately, Juliet decided, they weren’t in a romantic relationship; they were two very close friends who had been having sex over the past couple of weeks. Neither of them had put a name to what they wanted, and as long as that was the situation, Juliet shouldn’t feel guilty about exploring other options.

The truth of the matter was, however, that she did feel guilty. What she had done—what she would continue to do, she knew—would create tension in the band between Ben and Jesse. No matter what she decided, even if she decided against pursuing a relationship with either man, there would be tension, and it was largely her fault. No one had forced her to accept Jesse’s overtures. She could have left Jesse when he had suggested they go skinny dipping in her pool. She could have made him stop if she had wanted to; she simply hadn’t wanted to. Ben knew her well; he would figure everything out soon enough, because Juliet had no intention of stopping things with Jesse, even if she did feel guilty about it—she had to know what she wanted to do.

And more to the point, there was something deeply satisfying about Jesse’s attentions. Juliet had carefully avoided the question in her mind about which man she had more feelings for, but she had to acknowledge that finding that Jesse was attracted to her, hearing his words—it had been thrilling. More than that, the part of her that had harbored feelings for the older man had been gratified to discover that he didn’t think of her as some young friend of his cousin, some younger-sister figure.

Jesus, Juliet, you were a cute girl, and you grew into a beautiful woman. You’re smart, you’re talented, and you work like a crazy person. What’s not to like?

The words Jesse had said to her the night before had echoed in her dreams, had come to her as Ben massaged her feet, his hands working up to her ankle and slowly to her calf.

Every time I see you, I think of kissing you again.

Juliet almost decided to withdraw her feet from Ben’s lap, thinking of the fact of how intensely she was attracted to Jesse. It was more than just a schoolgirl crush; Jesse had always had a diplomatic manner. Maybe he was the better one for her to be involved with. While she and Ben got along very well for the most part, when they fought it was like throwing a match into pure alcohol—they both became consumed with anger. With Jesse, she knew, he would want to discuss things calmly, would work towards a compromise if they had an argument over something.

Ben’s fingers found a particularly sore bunch of muscles in her leg and Juliet moaned, relief of the soreness flooding her. Ben wasn’t as communicative—not verbally, at least. But she could remember his gaze on her as they lay together in bed naked, the appreciative gleam in his dark eyes as he appreciated her curves. She could also hear his voice telling her how gorgeous she was, how he wanted her. The way he touched her, the way he knew every hot button in her body—that was the way that Ben expressed himself. Through caresses, through the squeeze of his hands on her breasts, the deft way he played with her, holding her tightly as she writhed with pleasure. Ben didn’t say that she was talented—he simply assumed it, worked with her as if he were an extension of her own skills and mindset. Ben didn’t tell her she was beautiful, he shot her heated looks, ruffled her hair, teased her until she couldn’t stand anymore and nearly begged him to finish her off. The differences between him and Jesse were strong, but the feelings she had for both were also strong—and deeply confusing.

Ben was watching her; Juliet could feel his gaze on her even with her eyes closed, even though his fingers hadn’t faltered in their careful massage. You look adorable. Juliet opened her eyes, smiling slightly, feeling her cheeks heat up with a blush. Your hair all over the place, ready to fall back asleep. Come back to bed with me, Jules. Jesse won’t be up for a while. Ben pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily; Juliet could taste orange juice on his lips and wondered at it, but the confusion and curiosity she felt was lost as his hands began to wander over her body, sparking her lust. Any thought of Jesse, of the night before, quickly evaporated in the face of Ben’s warm hands and body, touching her everywhere all at once. Juliet moaned into Ben’s kiss, letting her hands wander over his chest and shoulders.

Ben stood up from the couch, bringing Juliet with him and leading her quickly toward the bedroom. Juliet let herself be led. Ben broke away from the kiss briefly, smiling at her in the weak light of the hallway. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and pressed their bodies together, letting Juliet feel the tension in his body, the desire that was already there. She could feel the weight of his hard cock pressing against her through his pajamas and hers, and Juliet’s pussy started to get wet in anticipation of the pleasure that Ben would give her—the pleasure that he had given her every time they had been together. Ben’s lips descended to her neck, and he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin there, trailing from her jaw along her pulse, down to her collar bones. His hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them carefully. He teased her nipples through the fabric of her tee shirt. Ben rolled her nipples between his fingers, coaxing a long moan from Juliet.

Ben brought Juliet into the bedroom, closing the door behind them and bringing his face up to kiss her on the lips. Juliet felt his hands on the hem of her tee shirt, pulling it up over her head quickly. Ben broke away from the kiss to bring first one nipple, and then the other, up to his lips, sucking and licking each in turn. Juliet ran her fingers through Ben’s hair, feeling all of her nerves on fire already, her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the moment as Ben’s touch moved all over her. Ben picked her up carefully and carried her to the bed, dropping her among the rumpled sheets and blankets and climbing on top of her with a smile. He kissed her quickly once more, worrying at her bottom lip with his teeth until Juliet moaned softly, her hands trailing all over his body, finding the reassuringly familiar planes of his back and chest through his shirt. Ben reached down and pulled his tee shirt over his head, breaking away from the kiss to toss it aside. Juliet pulled him down, loving the feeling of his chest pressed against her, the warmth of his skin along hers. How could she ever doubt the powerful current of need that went through her whenever Ben touched her?

Her pajama pants were gone without Juliet knowing when it had happened. Ben kissed a path down her body slowly, focusing on her breasts again for several long moments; he sucked, licked, and carefully grazed his teeth over her nipples, making Juliet squirm underneath him, moaning and panting already with desire. Ben moved down from her breasts to her abdomen, and then to her hips, stopping just short of where Juliet most wanted his mouth. He looked up at her and kissed the insides of her thighs, nuzzling against her sensitive skin and letting her feel the stubble on his cheeks, rough against the smoothness of her legs. He reached up and parted her labia with his fingers, breathing against her clit just enough to tease, enough to almost torture Juliet with the mixture of sensation and lack. She pushed her lips down, needing contact against her clit, needing to feel him touch her. Ben carefully sucked her clit between his lips, flickering his tongue over the sensitive nub so quickly that Juliet gasped, arching almost off of the bed at the sudden pleasure.

Oh, she moaned, reaching down to grip Ben’s shoulder tightly, needing something to hold onto as the world spun around her. Oh, Ben, oh, oh yes! she let out a cry when she felt Ben’s finger sink into her pussy, the flesh already sensitized from the previous night’s activities. Ben thrust his finger in and pulled it out in a steady rhythm even as his tongue played across her clit, making Juliet push her hips down mindlessly, her nails digging into his shoulder.

When she thought she couldn’t possibly handle any more, Ben added a second finger, curling them towards himself as he sought her g-spot along the walls of her pussy. Juliet twisted and writhed underneath him, one of her hands gripping the sheets, the other leaving his shoulder to find his hair; her fingers tangled in his thick locks, even as her hips bucked and rocked to his rhythm. She felt herself losing control and almost begged Ben to stop; she didn’t want to come yet. But she couldn’t make herself think of the words. Ben’s hands and tongue and lips drove all conscious thought out of her brain, and Juliet felt herself coming, crying out and moaning Ben’s name over and over as he rode through the climax, continuing his attentions to her clit until the intense spasms of pleasure began to abate. She was wrung out, panting, struggling to catch her breath, and she pulled Ben up as he broke away from her pussy, needing to kiss him and feel his body pressed against hers. Juliet was trembling all over from the force of her orgasm; she clutched Ben close to her, breathing in the musk and cologne that clung to him like an aphrodisiac—so similar to the scent that clung to Jesse, but so different at the same time.

Ben kissed her hungrily, his hands wandering over her body, soothing Juliet as she was wracked by aftershocks of her orgasm. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the taste of his lips, the way he was so familiar. Slowly but surely, Ben’s touch changed from soothing her to turning her on again, his fingers rolling her nipples one moment and caressing the folds of her labia the next. Juliet wrapped her legs around Ben’s waist, throwing herself up to tumble him over. Ben let himself fall to the bed with Juliet on top of him, smiling up at her.

Did you want something? he asked, rocking his hips against hers. Juliet could feel his hot, hard cock through the fabric of his pajama pants. Juliet grinned down at him, rubbing herself against the bulge in his pants.

You want it too, she replied, pulling herself up to straddle Ben’s body. She slithered down along the length of him, hooking her fingers in the waistband of his pajama pants and tugging them down over his hips. Ben’s cock sprung free from the confines of his clothes, fully erect, the tip shiny with precum. Ben reached down and drew her up, squirming and kicking until his pants were gone. Just when Juliet was beginning to settle herself on top of Ben, he smirked, knocking her over and carefully pinning her against the bed again. He reached down and pulled her legs up around his waist, guiding his cock up against her pussy and rubbing her slowly between her labia. Juliet moaned out, reaching for Ben’s face and drawing his face near for a deep kiss. She worried at Ben’s bottom lip, nipping sharply at it with her teeth and smiling to herself when he let out a low, long groan of pleasure. Ben’s hips rocked up into Juliet’s, his cock barely penetrating her pussy. Juliet pushed her hips down against his, needing to feel him fill her up, desperate for more contact between their bodies. Ben broke away from the kiss, brushing his lips along her jaw and to her ear.

I don’t think I’ve ever told you how incredibly hot you are, he murmured, slowly thrusting into her.

Juliet felt her muscles yielding to the intrusion, taking Ben’s cock in and squeezing around him. She pushed her hips down, taking more of him in, working in counterpoint to the rhythm of his thrusts as he began to move inside of her. The thickness of Ben’s cock surprised Juliet as it had every time they had had sex since his arrival; she could never quite anticipate how much heat pulsed through him and into her as his cock filled her up. Even though she thought that she had memorized the way he felt, that she would never be able to forget it, she was still surprised every time they came together. Juliet moaned, muffling the sound against Ben’s shoulder as he penetrated deeper and deeper into her pussy, moving in a tidal flow that left her breathless in moments. Juliet writhed underneath him, loving the sensation of his body heat seeping into her, the feel of his velvety skin against hers, the way his cock felt. Ben wrapped his arms around Juliet tightly, gradually picking up his pace, and Juliet’s mind was reeling from the intensity of the pleasure she felt.

God you’re so good, she murmured against his neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there. Ben moaned into her skin, speeding up as he thrust into her, his thick cock almost pounding her pussy as they moved together. Juliet’s fingernails bit into Ben’s skin and she heard him moaning again; he enjoyed the little bit of pain from her passion, Juliet knew. She bit carefully at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, delighting in the way that Ben’s hips bucked against her suddenly at the sensation of her teeth against his skin, the way his grip on her tightened. He shifted the angle of his hips and he was driving against her g-spot again, making her completely breathless with pleasure in a matter of moments, the moans tearing through her chest and throat without her will.

One of Ben’s arms released her and he slowly caressed along the lines of her body, working downward until he came to her hips. He reached between them and parted her labia slightly, finding her clit and beginning to rub it; the little bead of flesh was already so sensitive from his previous attentions that his touch was almost painful in the intensity of pleasure that it gave her. Juliet cried out, the muscles of her pussy tightening around Ben’s cock, her whole body tensing from the climax that was so close that she could almost taste it. Juliet pulled Ben’s face to hers, kissing him hungrily, swallowing down the moans that left his throat.

After a few more moments, Juliet felt her control evaporating; she couldn’t hold back orgasm for much longer, even though she wanted nothing more than she wanted to feel Ben come inside of her. I think you’re close, he whispered against her lips, and Juliet could feel him smiling. Juliet tightened her legs around Ben’s waist, riding his thrusts and writhing against his touch until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She gasped, letting out a long moan as another orgasm rocked her body, lighting her nerves on fire. Ben continued thrusting into her, striking her g-spot and rubbing her clit as wave after wave of orgasm moved through Juliet’s body. He couldn’t hold out for much longer, and just as she was nearing the end of her climax, she felt the relief of Ben’s cock beginning to twitch inside of her, the slow spread of his cum filling her with hot stickiness. He thrust into her several more times, clutching her body as he rode through his orgasm.

Ben collapsed against her, the two of them panting for breath. Juliet kissed all him all over, wherever her lips could reach, her mind filled with the haze of two intense orgasms in short order. Ben pulled himself up to look down at her, his lips curved in a soft smile. It’s not even fair, he told her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. You just keep getting more and more adorable. Juliet giggled, ducking her head to hide her face against Ben’s chest. Ben pulled out of her slowly, lifting himself up and falling onto the bed next to her, his arms coiled tightly around her as his hands teased her breasts and tickled her abdomen slightly.

Remembering the events of that morning, Juliet couldn’t help but feel a surge of lust run through her veins, thinking of how Ben was capable of almost instantly seducing her. Both Ben and Jesse should be government-regulated, she thought, shifting her position on the couch and staring up at the ceiling in thought. She wasn’t sure that her emotions—particularly her lust—were safe around either man. Although Jesse had only seduced her within the last week before the two men were scheduled to leave, it seemed as though he were determined to make up for lost time; they had carried on trysts whenever Ben was busy with other tasks, Jesse pulling her aside in the studio to kiss her deeply