And speaking of sex . . . The high she experienced during the concert consumed her entire body. She had a desperate need for physical contact, for male heat on her, in her, for rough hands touching her everywhere and a hungry mouth on her skin.
Now Liberty better understood why Devin needed that intense one-on-one connection with her after sharing himself with so many people in the arena.
When she realized the band was exiting the stage, she fell in line behind them. She kept her gaze firmly on Devin’s hatted head to the point she stumbled into Gage.
He whirled around. “Whoa. Steady there.”
“Sorry. I’m not used to heels.”
“You look great. You sounded great too, Liberty. Thanks for saving the day.”
“No problem.” Then she was vaguely aware of Leon thanking her, as well as Jase before he bailed to check on Tay. Odette hugged her, babbling about a champagne celebration, but Liberty heard little over the throb of need pounding in her lips, her nipples and between her legs. She was annoyed by the two security guards blocking her view of Devin, and she silently willed them to move away.
Somewhere in her head she knew that was wrong, but all she wanted was for the hangers-on to vanish so she and Devin could be alone. Naked.
Then the sea of people parted, providing a path directly to him.
Their eyes met. He didn’t flash that million-dollar smile. His sexual heat hit her like a blast furnace and she nearly stumbled again—even though she was standing still. Without breaking his intense eye-fuck, he spoke to the security guys. Then he crooked his finger.
It wasn’t her sense of decorum that kept her from running to him, but the reality that she couldn’t run in ankle-breakers. By the time she reached him, her entire body trembled.
Devin took her hand and brought her knuckles to his lips for a soft, almost innocent kiss that sent a spike of desire straight to her core. He murmured, “Let’s go.” He threaded his fingers through hers and towed her through the throng of people, letting the security guard clear the way.
When they reached the door to the ready room, the security guard who’d been following her flanked his partner.
Devin said, “No one gets in the room. No one. I don’t care if there’s a fucking zombie apocalypse. We are not to be disturbed, understand?”
“Yes, Mr. McClain.”
He opened the door and hauled her inside, straight to the piano bench. Then he walked back to the door and locked it. He removed his hat and set it on the catchall table. Next he unbuckled his belt and tugged the black leather free from the belt loops. He briefly gave her his back, grabbing something out of his duffel bag and shoving it in his front pocket.
Please let it be a condom.
As he walked toward her, rendering her mindless with that I’m-gonna-fuck-you-hard stare, he shrugged off his shirt, letting it float to the floor behind him.
Liberty’s pulse skipped a beat or two hundred when Devin stood in front of her.
He curled his hands around her face, positioning her head where he liked, tracing her lower lip with his thumb. Side to side until her tongue reached out to lick her lip and dampness made the continuous glide easier.
Kiss me; touch me; fuck me.
But he just stared at her. His face, his posture, his eyes didn’t encourage her to speak.
Then he bent down and kissed her, tipping her head back to ravish her mouth.
Pleasure, need and lust swirled in her head and zinged through her body. Devin wedged his knee between her legs, keeping the piano bench in place as he arched her back as far as she could go. Liberty slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and held on. A moan rumbled from her chest when her knuckles brushed the taut, bare skin of his abdomen.
As the kiss grew hotter and wetter, so did she.
Devin’s hands slid down to grip her biceps. He broke the kiss and jerked her to her feet. With his breath teasing her ear, he stripped off the leather jacket and tossed it aside. He kicked the piano bench aside and moved her backward.
Two steps later, her backside connected with the edge of the piano keys.
His mouth attacked her throat. Shivers radiated out from every spot where his lips and teeth landed. His hands followed the curve of her body, over her breasts and belly to her hips. And still Devin said nothing as he yanked her skirt up and her panties down to her shins.
Her thighs clenched when he dropped to his knees in front of her.
Devin pushed her hips down and her ass landed directly on the piano, creating a loud musical crash. He tugged her forward so her pussy was level with his mouth. The tips of her booties barely touched the floor; she was completely off balance. Her palms smacked the keys—the high and low notes jarring the silence at the first touch of his mouth on her molten core.
He removed her panties, spreading her legs wider. His growl reverberated on her sensitive tissues when he jammed his tongue into her wet pussy. Harder and deeper with every plunge.
Liberty gasped. She let her head fall back, squeezing her eyes shut as his greedy mouth consumed her. Licking. Sucking. Nipping her tender flesh.
She didn’t stand a chance against Devin’s relentless pursuit of her orgasm. Her clit swelled and throbbed as he sucked that little nub until bliss teased the edges of her sanity.
When that first pulsing throb started, she yelled, “Yes, yes, yes!” Her hips pressing up, her ass hit the keys in a dissonant chord as Devin tried to hold her down. They engaged in a war of wills: Liberty arching and bucking for more contact with his mouth, Devin denying her. Giving her the orgasm on his terms.
And holy fuck, what an orgasm it was.
She hadn’t caught her breath or her balance before Devin started in again, pushing two fingers into her spasming cunt and driving her higher with every precise lash of his wet tongue.
Almost . . . almost. There.
She arched back, letting the pulsating sensation consume her body and own her soul. Her whole body twitched with aftershocks, her palms pushing into the piano keys, making softer sounds of dissension.
His callused fingertips scraped the tops of her thighs as he dragged an openmouthed kiss down the inside of her right leg. He rolled to his feet and yanked her against him, fisting his left hand in her hair as he plundered her mouth.
She loved kissing him after he’d gone down on her. Tasting her essence on his lips and tongue mixing with his raw, masculine flavor.
Liberty flattened her palms on his chest and moved them down to the bulge in his jeans. He groaned when she popped the button and undid his zipper. Sliding her hands around his slim hips, she pushed his jeans and boxer briefs until they dropped away.
While she fondled and freed him, he kept kissing her, either on her mouth or on her neck, keeping the passion between at the same exhilarating level of intensity. She’d gone from having a performance high to being one hundred percent high on him.
He removed a condom from his front pocket and pressed it into her palm, then wrapped his hands around the back of her neck. Breathing hard, his body shaking with need, he rested his forehead to hers.
Liberty tore open the package and curled her fingers around his shaft, jacking him a few times.
He hissed but didn’t pull away.
And she was too impatient to tease him. The instant the condom was on, Devin turned her around. He swept her hair to her opposite shoulder, feathering his lips over the cord that stretched from behind her jawbone to her shoulder.
A soft moan escaped her. His sweetness in passionate moments stirred her as much as his dominance.
Then his big hand pressed the middle of her back, urging her to bend forward.
She reached for the only thing within distance—the piano—and the keys made a discordant racket as her fingers fought for purchase.
With a sound akin to a snarl, he placed her left hand on the top of the upright piano, curving her fingers around the edge. He stretched his arm over the top of hers, his fingers circling her wrist. Holding
her in place. Proving his power and control.
Keeping his right arm around her hip, he slid his boots between hers and scooted her foot out, widening her stance. Then his hand was on his cock. He dragged it down the crack of her ass, then slipped it between her thighs, letting the tip glide up her wet slit until the head bumped her clit.
Just as she was ready to beg him to fuck her, he poised that thick head at her opening and fed his cock into her inch by inch.
Once he was fully seated inside, he paused.
Devin nuzzled the back of her head. His lips found the top of her ear and he brushed a line of kisses down to the hollow below her earlobe. His rapid breaths flowed across her damp skin, making every hair on her body stand up.
In one breath-stealing moment, he pulled out and rammed his cock back in fully.
Her right hand, still on the piano keys, shifted, playing higher notes as she braced herself against his pounding thrusts.
Devin’s body covered hers so intimately that although she was almost fully clothed, she felt the heat of his possession searing her flesh clear down to the bone.
Needing another contact point with him, Liberty turned her head, and his lips grazed her jaw, sending new shivers rippling through her.
The tremors coming from him surprised her.
That’s when she recognized he’d reached the edge sooner than he usually did. She also knew he’d hold back, waiting for her to come again, even when she’d already had two explosive orgasms.
His grip tightened on her hip and on her wrist. When he slowed down, she squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. He made a soft grunt and pumped into her with short, shallow jabs.
Against his lips, she whispered, “Let go. I need to hear you roar.”
And roar he did.
Musical notes distorted the air as he fucked her without pause. His release was so hot she felt it through the latex.
In the aftermath, Devin’s hips kept moving. Swiveling. Driving against her G-spot until she detonated again. As she spiraled down from the place he’d sent her soaring to, she swore he was coming again too.
He nuzzled her ear. “Told you it was a rush.”
“Mmm. So does this make you my groupie now?”
His teeth nipped her neck. “Since I was on my knees in front of you? Yes.” He soothed the love bites with a soft brush of his lips. “You looked fucking hot onstage tonight. But I prefer you like this, half-dressed, my cock in you and a thoroughly fucked smile on your face. Because I know no one else will ever see you like this.”
“That was a pretty possessive thing to say.”
“I’m a pretty possessive guy.” His lips skimmed her temple. “Get used to it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Although Liberty had fun singing backup vocals, she was relieved when Tay bounced back from her pregnancy sickness and returned to her job the following night.
They’d hit the grueling part of the tour. The past fourteen days had been brutally exhausting, travel-wise and performance-wise. Two back-to-back cycles of six nights on, one night off. Hour after hour spent on the bus.
For the past three nights, she and Devin had both been too tired to do anything but crawl into bed, curl up together and fall asleep.
Since the venues were small, mostly county fairs, additional security was limited, and Devin didn’t have a separate space to get ready for the show, so he’d resorted to staying on the bus. The problem with that was the zealous fans stood outside the barricade, chanting Devin’s name, serenading him with his own tunes. While he admitted he found it more flattering than annoying, he’d had to resort to noise-canceling headphones to drown them out.
Things had gotten tense the first night when she’d stationed the lone security guard in front of the barricade. As soon as Devin stepped off the bus, the crowd knocked down the wooden barrier and charged him. She fought the urge to pull out her gun and fire warning shots in the air to get them to back the fuck off.
Fortunately, Crash had been nearby, and between him and her, they got Devin inside the back entrance without injury.
Devin had been rattled by the incident, but he pretended to take it in stride. He even pointed out his fans hadn’t acted with malice.
To which Liberty retorted that if his fans had intended to act with malice, they could have gotten to him way too easily and it would’ve been too late to do anything about it at that point.
So they’d reconfigured the position of the buses into a V outside the back entrance, which allowed limited privacy and protection as he got on and off the bus.
She had a hard time believing the gigs where Devin played to a crowd of fifteen hundred were worth it. Not just financially, but the back-to-back shows were physically exhausting for everyone involved with the tour. When she’d mentioned her concerns to Crash, he told her that by headlining the smaller venues, Devin was reaching upward of twenty-five thousand people with his music—no different from if he’d played a large arena during that week. Then he’d gone on to point out the only chance some of these people living in rural areas would have to see Devin McClain live is if he came to them—and that decision had been one hundred percent Devin’s.
Snapped back to the present when the house lights dimmed, Liberty waited by the edge of the stage after the second encore.
After Devin handed off his guitar to Check, he grabbed a towel. Amid congrats from the crew, they returned to the sponsor’s tent, which seemed half a mile away in the middle of a cow pasture. But they were upwind from the Porta-Potties for a change. The rockstar life wasn’t all five-star hotels and gourmet food.
The tent was completely empty, so that was a plus.
Devin mopped his face and neck. His black T-shirt was soaked with sweat. Even his jeans clung to his muscular legs.
She sauntered closer. “Great show.”
He smiled. “Yeah? Best crowd we’ve had in the last week.”
Pressing her body against his, she draped her arms over his shoulders so she could twine her fingers in those tempting ringlet curls.
“Sweetheart, you don’t wanna get that close to me when I’m all sweaty like this.”
“I like you sweaty. Especially when we’re naked.”
He kissed her quickly. “Hold that thought. We’ll take a shower together when we’re back on the bus. Maybe the reporter won’t stick around long if she sees I’m still in stage clothes.”
Liberty retreated. She hoped the interview lasted at least until the parking areas were empty and the crowd had gone home.
Devin sighed. “Remind me again what local paper this is for.”
She looked at him. “Do you even know where we are?”
He shook his head. “It’s all blurred together.”
“We’re in Berle County. Your contact is Daisy Sue Seftner from the Tri-City Register.”
“Thanks.” He flopped in the folding chair, closed his eyes and tipped his head back. “I’m beat. I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass, but it’d be nice to have something better than these hard damn chairs to sit on during the interview.”
“Why don’t you do these interviews in the bus?”
He peered at her from beneath heavy lids. “Because the bus is my private space. I don’t wanna share it with nobody but you.”
She loved his sweet, protective side, but it wasn’t about her. “Not even if Celebrity Motor Homes contacted you to do a segment on your life on the road?”
He shrugged. “This bus is nicer than any I’ve ever had; it’s still not one of them million-dollar motor coaches.” Then he offered her a smirk. “And I’m supposed to be keepin’ a low profile, remember?”
Crash entered the tent with a young woman who appeared to be fresh out of high school. Then again, the older Liberty got, the worse she was at judging ages.
Devin heaved himself to his feet and crossed the small expanse in three steps. “Daisy Sue? Thanks for postponing this interview until after the show. But I’ll warn ya that without a shower I’m a littl
e ripe.”
“I don’t mind. You earned that sweat. What an outstanding performance.”
“Thank you.” He gestured to the two chairs in the corner. “How about if we sit over there?”
“I promise I won’t keep you too long. I know you’ve gotta get on the road.”
Crash beckoned Liberty outside. “If you’ve got this handled, the band is gonna take off.”
“Are the drivers rested? It seems we’re on the road for more than twelve hours every damn night.”
“They’re all getting the required break. We worked that into the touring schedule, Liberty.”
She held up her hands at his brusque tone. “Not an accusation. I just worry about Devin. He’s so exhausted, he’s not working on music during the day. He just zones out in front of the TV.”
“It’s the ebb and flow of the tour.” Crash frowned. “I’m more worried about you. Is Dev expecting you to entertain him so you’re not getting the rest you need? Because it’s crucial that you’re on your game throughout these next few tour dates.”
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