Resisting the Rock Star

By Megan Slayer

What the rock god wants, he gets—including her.

Mason 'Kross' Khan left the rock and roll stage to connect with the son he never knew existed. He's used to electrifying crowds and romancing the ladies. Money's never been an object. He's not looking for a relationship, but when he meets the saucy brunette at a club, he's smitten. Danya's perfect—curvy, smart and has no idea he's a giant in the music industry. The one-night stand is just what he needs and he's convinced he'll never see Danya again—until he attends conference night at the local high school.

Danya Littrell isn't just his one-night stand. She's also his son's art teacher and the woman who sparks his muse. Can he balance parenthood, a relationship with Danya and his music career? Or will his secrets be too much for the relationship to withstand?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Slayer
• Release date: May 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393108337

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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Resisting the Rock Star

By Megan Slayer

Table of Contents

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

Epilogue

About the Author

What the rock god wants, he gets—including her.

Mason ‘Kross’ Khan left the rock and roll stage to connect with the son he never knew existed. He’s used to electrifying crowds and romancing the ladies. Money’s never been an object. He’s not looking for a relationship, but when he meets the saucy brunette at a club, he’s smitten. Danya’s perfect—curvy, smart and has no idea he’s a giant in the music industry. The one-night stand is just what he needs and he’s convinced he’ll never see Danya again—until he attends conference night at the local high school.

Danya Littrell isn’t just his one-night stand. She’s also his son’s art teacher and the woman who sparks his muse. Can he balance parenthood, a relationship with Danya and his music career? Or will his secrets be too much for the relationship to withstand?

Copyright © 2020, Megan Slayer

Resisting the Rock Star

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This is for everyone who loves music.

For CD for nudging me to finish this book.

For Kelly and Justin because I said I would.

For Veronica because you love my rock star.

And for JPZ and Tot. You’re my rock.

Chapter One

B lending in is sweet relief, Mason Khan muttered. He stood at the edge of the dance floor at the Worn Saddle club and watched the crowd. He loved to observe people and try to figure out what made them tick. What got them dancing? The music? The beat? The singer? He wasn’t sure, but he’d love to know. He’d use the information to improve his own music.

He sipped his beer then downed a long swig. It burned in his throat. No one in the room knew who he was. If they discovered his identity, he’d never escape.

He eyed the dancers. The people appeared to have no worries. Everyone seemed caught up in the throbbing beat. He wished he could ignore his problems, but his everyday issues were nothing compared to most. Mason Khan wasn’t important, but as his alter ego, Kross, he commanded the stage. When Kross got out in front of people, the music roared. Women screamed and men sang along with his dirty rock songs. None of that mattered right now.

Tonight, he was just a single guy out on the town and not trying to mingle. He’d cut his hair, left off the makeup and selected a nondescript outfit to stay somewhat anonymous. He wanted to enjoy his privacy and immerse himself in the music. But being inconsequential in the room didn’t mean he couldn’t admire the women dancing. None had approached him, which was good. He wasn’t God’s gift to females—far from it. Most of the women he’d dated told him they were with Kross, not Mason. They wanted to be famous and seen with a famous person. One had even said she preferred blond men, but she’d dated him so she could get publicity for her career. He was too tall and too tanned for her liking. Whatever. He wasn’t with her any longer.

Hell, he wasn’t with anyone.

His new-found son meant everything to him, and he’d sworn once he and Tyler were set up in the house in Navarre, Ohio, then he’d find someone. They’d moved in and were one week from the start of Tyler’s senior year of high school. So why was Mason still debating hooking up with someone?

Tyler had his own friends and life. Yes, he made time for Mason. They listened to music and attended concerts together, but Tyler had marching band practice and spent time with the cross-country team. While Tyler was out, Mason had little to do.

Mason had wanted to be a dad all along and had been screwed out of the chance for seventeen years. Now he had what he wanted, but was being a father all he wanted?

He could finish the record he’d promised to the label or he could sort out the situation with his family. Neither cause called to him.

He scanned the crowd again. One woman caught his eye. He noticed her hair first—dark and long. When she glanced over at him, she smiled. Her blue eyes sparkled. Instead of sashaying right up to him, she stayed by the pool tables. She ducked behind her friend. The move reminded him of a scared animal or a child caught eyeballing a piece of candy. He held up his beer bottle in a silent hello.

Her eyes widened, and she paled then blushed. Her friend elbowed her. Nudging her forward? She shook her head then hid out of his line of sight.

Was she uninterested? Oh well. He wasn’t going to push. He doubted she knew who he was, but if she did and she’d kept her distance, then fine. He didn’t want a fan pestering him. He wanted genuine interest. He focused on the signs over the bar and read each three times. Why’d he think he could have a normal life? For the past twelve years, he’d been on the world’s stage. He should be working on music and playing the role of Kross.

Hi. The brunette he’d been watching stood beside him. You don’t come here often, do you?

No, this is only the third visit. I haven’t seen you here before. What was her play? Did she want an autograph? To proposition him?

This is my second time. A blush drifted over her cheeks to her ears, then down her throat to the modest collar of her shirt.

Then how’d you guess I’m new here? Was she trying to use a cheesy come-on? Fuck.

You look lost. She smiled.

Ah. He sipped his beer. I’m not as exciting as you thought. He’d come across mean, but damn it, he wasn’t looking for a fan experience.

Navarre isn’t thrilling, no. She leaned her elbow on the bar. Her hands shook. Settle a bet for me.

Ah...here we go. He tried to hide his groan. Sure. If she said she wanted to sleep with him, he’d scream.

Which of my friends are you watching? The blonde or the red head? she asked.

That wasn’t the set of questions he’d anticipated. Which one are you betting on? He’d play along, in case she wasn’t being honest. He hoped the innocence was real, though. She was attractive.

Michelle, the blonde. She’s a former beauty queen, she said. Her, right? She gets all the guys.

Uh-uh. He put down his bottle and stuffed his hands into his front pockets.

Oh, then Kelly. Yep, she’s cute, too, but she’s taken. She nodded. I’d pick her, but she’s happily married.

He hesitated. Her words didn’t strike him as a lie. She’d honestly thought he wanted to get with her friends. I’ve been watching you. How would she handle that?

Yeah, I’d pick Michelle, though. She’s a knockout. She paused and stared at him. Wait... What did you say?

Mason chuckled. "I don’t know what you were going for there, but I’ve been trying to catch your eye. Your friends are cute, but I’m not cool with hitting on married chicks. I’m also more interested in you." He’d sounded wolfish, but oh well.

She frowned, and her jaw slackened, but she said nothing.

Would you like to dance? He held out his hand. Hon?

Dance. She nodded and grasped his fingers. Sure. She followed him into the group of people.

Mason tucked her to his chest and swayed with her to the music. He curled one arm around her waist and held her hand with his free one. He liked the feel of her in his embrace and the scent of her hair. She rested her head against his shoulder and relaxed. He preferred her being close. Her breath warmed his skin. He barely heard the music as she consumed all of his attention. Getting this close to a female hadn’t been an option for the last few months. Commitments were too messy. But this woman made him think twice. If she knew who he was, she hadn’t let on. No fawning... He liked that.

The song ended, but he didn’t let go. She stayed in his arms. The tune, this one faster, blared, but she seemed to be moving in time with the previous song. Other couples separated and gyrated around them. He moved to the edge of the dance floor and swayed to the song playing in his mind. Things were moving fast, but only in his brain.

She tipped her head back and met his gaze. The moment struck him. He hadn’t expected anything so picture-perfect. She smiled. If you want one of my friends instead, just tell me.

He paused. Why would she think he wanted another woman? Part of him wasn’t sure if she knew his true identity and was being coy or if she truly didn’t think she met his expectations. Maybe, she was more trouble than she was worth—as his manager would say—but he doubted that assessment. Something told him this woman was special, and he wanted to find out.

DANYA LITTRELL GRITTED her teeth. She hadn’t meant to sound so unsure, but the words came out faster than she could hold them back. Sorry.

What are you sorry for? he asked. I’m dancing with you because I want you.

Oh. He’d puzzled her. Kelly and Michelle were better matches for him. Yes, Kelly was married, but still. They knew how to dress to accentuate their figure. Danya didn’t understand fashion at all. She only managed a decent hairstyle because Kelly insisted on being her stylist. Good thing she had friends to help her look appealing to men—especially this one.

She clung to him. The man was strong and muscled. He must be a model or something. Not that there were a ton of models in Navarre.

Danya, who’s your friend? Michelle sidled up beside her. She grinned at him. Hi.

A coworker. Danya tensed. She couldn’t lie—she’d danced with a man whose name she didn’t know.

Mason, he said. He kept his arm around her. You must be Michelle.

I am, and I do work with my girl, here. Michelle fluttered her lashes. D said you were eyeballing us.

Danya rolled her eyes. Michelle might be her friend, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to snag a man—even the one Danya was with.

Her, Mason said.

Danya stiffened. He’d stuck to his story. Even with Michelle there, he wasn’t budging. She wriggled free from him. I’ll leave you two to talk.

She walked away without looking back. Dancing with him had been fantastic. He had a way with the rhythm of the song, and she missed the excitement of being held. Heat rushed through her. She pressed her knees together when she stopped at the pool table. Kelly held onto her pool cue.

He’s hot. Better than most of the guys here. Kelly rolled the stick between her hands. You let Michelle push in. What did I tell you about that?

To not let her do that. Danya refused to look back. I know.

Kelly tipped her head. Why did you do it?

She’s better for him. They’re hot together. When Kelly frowned, Danya massaged her temples. He said he was looking at me, but I get it. It’s a line to get one of you over there. It worked. Besides, I might have told him I thought you’re both better looking anyway.

Danya. Kelly put down the stick. Honey, you’re adorable. Any guy would be lucky to have you.

He’s out of my league. She hated to admit Kelly had struck a nerve. If any guy were lucky to have her, then why did she seem to attract the ones who left her?

Kelly groaned. I never thought Justin was in mine, but I didn’t give up. She rounded the billiard table and grabbed Danya’s shoulders. You have to forget your ex-husband and stop using him as a measuring stick. He was slime.

I loved him. Some part of her still loved Harry, despite what had happened between them.

What if this guy could love you? What if he’s not like Harry? You passed him by. Kelly turned Danya around. You had the balls to speak to him and have a dance. Harness those balls and give this guy a shot.

Mason, she mumbled. His name sounded good on her lips. He looked like a Mason. He also struck her as exotic but approachable.

Who?

His name is Mason. She’d spoken to him when she’d thought she had no chance. Before she could cross the room, he and Michelle joined her and Kelly.

Michelle grinned. She leaned into him and tipped her chin. Danya suppressed a groan. The woman didn’t have to be so smug. She’d been friends with Michelle since the third grade, and Michelle never ceased to remind Danya she was the top dog. Danya was the designated unpretty friend.

Ladies, this is Mason, Michelle said. He’s new-ish in town.

Kelly rested her hands on her hips. Michelle, aren’t you supposed to be meeting Craig here tonight?

We split, Michelle snapped. I want to introduce you to Mason. She turned to him. "You’ve met Danya, and this is Kelly. She’s married."

Or she just enjoys sporting big-ass diamonds to ward off approaching men, Danya muttered.

Kelly snorted. Justin will love that when I tell him. He spent two grand on a diamond that’s just there to ward off men. Nice. She stuck out her right hand to Mason. It’s nice to meet you. She turned back to Michelle. Craig texted me and said he’s on his way.

Kelly. Michelle glared at her. A word?

Danya stifled a chuckle. Kelly always knew when to stand up to bullies. While Kelly and Michelle went outside to discuss Kelly’s comments, Mason remained with Danya.

She’s pissed, Mason said.

That’s nothing. You’ve never seen her when she’s truly upset. Hell hath no fury like a Michelle annoyed. Danya shrugged. She thinks all men are at her disposal.

Then it’s a good thing she’s got a boyfriend—I think. I kind of feel bad for him. Mason bumped shoulders with her. Makes asking you out a lot easier, though. I meant what I said, and I liked our dance. Want to dance again? He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He tugged her to the dance floor a second time. Nice dodge, though. He half-grinned. I’d think you were trying to palm me off.

No. Oh God. Ignoring her hadn’t been his intention. I not good at palming anyone off or having much courage, but if I were at my job, I’d be able to say what I needed to say without a problem. When I’m in the wild, I’m horrible.

You seem fine to me. He held her close once again. You seem pretty great.

She tipped her head to the side to look at him. His eyes flashed, then he captured her mouth in a kiss. Electricity shot from her head to her toes. She pressed against him. She’d never been kissed so deeply. Sparks centered in her pussy. He threaded his fingers into her hair and held her tight without crushing her. When he broke the connection, her knees quaked. She sagged into him.

Damn. He smiled. Better than I thought.

She wanted to say something snappy, but the words weren’t there. Instead, she settled for honesty. For me, too.

She draped her arms around his neck. She didn’t want to leave the dance floor or for the night to end. She could almost hear Kelly encouraging her to leave with him and live a little. He hadn’t asked her to go home with him, but the better part of her wanted that to happen.

I can’t offer you forever, but I want to give you tonight, he said. He kissed her again then cupped her jaw in both hands. Very much so.

Who needs forever when one night can be everything? She heard herself say, but she didn’t believe it.

Let me take you home.

Her first instinct was to think this was a line. All he wanted to do was give her a lift. Damn it. Why did she have to gravitate to the negative? I don’t need a ride. Kelly drove.

He shook his head. Who said anything about a ride—except you on me. Mason smiled. Want to get out of here?

He was serious. She hesitated one moment longer then waved at Kelly. Her friend winked and pointed to her in their signal for in case things went south. Call if there’s trouble. She knew the drill.

Do you want to go? Mason asked. I’m not promising long-term. If you want something more than tonight, tell me now. I’m a jackass, but I’m honest. I can’t give you longer than one evening.

She had a life and job. Tonight, neither was important. She needed to live a little. I don’t want forever. She wasn’t sure she could handle the complications of a relationship. Let’s go.

When she turned toward the door, she noticed a man by the bar watching her. Was he from the school system? If so, she’d never seen him. Maybe, he was a parent. Some of them liked to check up on the teaching staff. If he was a parent, she didn’t recognize him. Although he unnerved her, she pushed her concerns aside for now and walked outside with Mason. She paused on the patio. Wait.

What’s up? Mason held her hand. You’re pale.

Look inside. Do you know the guy by the bar? She nodded to where she’d seen the strange man.

Who?

She frowned. He wasn’t there. Maybe, she’d imagined him. She wanted to question Mason, but what would he say? He’d never seen the guy? He was there alone?

I didn’t see anyone, but if you’re afraid, I promise I’ll protect you. Mason navigated through the parking lot to a four-door vehicle.

She dragged her fingers along the fender. The car was all black and featured no markings. Black rims, black tires, blackout covers on the headlights, heavy tinting on the windows... She’d never seen anything so opulent. She’d heard of the car brand, but not that particular model. He opened the door.

Wow. She hadn’t thought Mason would drive such a fancy set of wheels.

What? He chuckled. Not what you expected?

Yeah. I figured you for a truck. She paused. Did you inherit it? I don’t even think these cars are sold around here.

It was my father’s. Dad wanted me to drive it since he purchased a newer model.

I see. She leaned against the fender. Christ. Mason had her spooked. The way he looked at her... She focused on Mason. What...uh...do you do for a living? Was asking questions off-limits?

I write songs. He tucked his keys into his pocket. I like music.

Me, too. She fluttered her hands. I mean. I like music. I’ve never tried to write any. I can barely sing. If she hadn’t looked foolish before, she did now. When I’m in front of my coworkers and talking, I can present stuff with no problems. But I’m horrible in front of everyone else. I get nervous. Christ. He made her nervous, too. She still hadn’t wrapped her mind around why he’d chosen her.

I’m nervous, too. He leaned against the side of his car. I want to impress you, but it seems like I’m goofing it all up.

You’re okay. His fancy car didn’t impress her, but his honesty did. She wanted to be with him, and she could handle herself. You haven’t gotten grabby or yelled at me. I want to do this. If she got into any trouble, Kelly’s husband, Justin, the chief of police in Navarre, was just a phone call away. Yes. Let’s do this.

Chapter Two

Danya rounded the car and settled on the passenger seat. A new wave of power hit her. Going for what she wanted could be easy, if she’d allow herself to accept what Mason was giving her.

Mason sat beside her and closed his door. He stuffed the key in the ignition and within moments, sped out of the parking lot. Who yelled at you? He glanced over at her. Any man worth his salt doesn’t yell at a woman. Doesn’t hit her, either.

My ex, but it’s nothing. She didn’t want to discuss her former husband with Mason.

Abuse is not nothing.

It’s in the past, and I’m not in the mood to talk about it.

I’ll drop the matter for now, but I mean what I say—no man has the right to put his hands on a woman in anger, Mason said. Period.

Oh boy. He ticked so many boxes for her. No commitments and he had manners—not bad. She wasn’t exactly in a position to be in a relationship, but she liked him. Mason drove the short trip across town to the hotel by the freeway and parked. He turned off the engine. Silence swamped them, and she squirmed in her seat.

Well, this is awkward, she blurted. Damn it. What do we do now? Did she sound less than confident?

Why? He faced her. We walk in and get the room. They don’t need to know we don’t have luggage. He shrugged. I know the manager. They won’t say anything.

Oh. How nice. She knew one of the managers, too. Hopefully, the manager they knew wasn’t the same one. She ran her fingernail over the stitching on the door handle. Why don’t we just park?

Go parking?

Yes. Her nerve evaporated. Shoot.

"If you’re unsure about this, just tell me. I