Six Guns and Six Strings: 13 Book Excite Spice Cowboys and Rock Stars Mega Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  “What the hell, Danny? So, you don’t really want me? What the heck are you doing then? What was all this? Why’d you kiss me? No, not just kiss me, run at me like a freight train. You said that was truth and you rammed me down onto my own damn mattress.”

  I slowly nodded. “It is, and I do want you, not just ’cause you’re sexy, but because you’re intriguing and complex and sassy. But that doesn’t make this right,” I pointed to her hot body, gauzy skirt flipped up to show me the wetness of arousal on the pink flowers of her underwear, “when we’re all wrong for one another. Our personalities don’t mesh, like, at all. Giving in to this would be the worst thing for me, for us.”

  “What the hell! Screw you. Just fucking leave then.”

  I pressed my curled in lips together to silence the customary twisted barb behind them. “I am not the kind of man you need, and I don’t want to hurt you. Getting physical like this is a horrible idea. You know me, but you don’t really know me, and I wanna keep it that way.”

  She chucked a pillow at my face then, with a brush of her hand, covered her exposed upper thighs with her dress skirt. “Whatever. You’re nothing but a chickenshit wimp and you know it. Get the hell out.”

  “Fine. But you’re staying here.” I pointed to the floor as an exclamation point. “You’re not going anywhere that I can’t keep an eye on you.”

  “Why? Afraid I’m gonna get fucked by someone who’s not afraid to actually go for it without having to drug me?”

  “No. I’m afraid you’ll get shot or knifed. And whether by my hand or stupidity, or someone else’s, I refuse to ever lose you.”

  5

  Alexa – 5 Raunchy Bedtime Dreams

  Danny’s tongue wildly fucking mine and his grabby hands squeezing my ass still had me dizzy and hot, as well as annoyed, three days later. That was the hottest damn thing in the world. His kiss. No guy has ever, ever, kissed me like that, with that much ownership, that much confidence, that much talent. I stroked my bottom lip. Wow. I couldn’t stand the thought of that being our one and only kiss ever. Just thinking about the gentle grazes of his knuckles down my back made me all sorts of fluttery and weak. I didn’t want our evident fireworks to be over with just a couple firecrackers when I knew, with every cell in my body, much bigger explosions were to be had in the sheets … or the pool …. anywhere really.

  Seventy or so tables surrounded the stage at Smitty’s Smokehouse, and about twenty were up in the loft. It was a packed house, and Kate and I specifically arrived early to snag a good spot in the loft where we could look down on the rocking action. She whined about the location at first but caved to my beggary. I didn’t want to be able to see Danny’s face up close when he made those goddamn, panty-melting moans. Hell no.

  Kate and I were cracking up while tackling dripping, sweet-tangy ribs when IF came out on stage to thunderous applause. I set my rack down and let out a whoop.

  Danny looked me dead in the eye just as I was sucking burgundy goop off my finger. My stomach dropped and my breath quickened. The zapping and lofty connection between us was thicker than pea soup, than leather. In shock, I froze, the digit still in my mouth. I dragged it out slowly. He spoke to the crowd at the mic, but I had no clue what he was saying because he never took his eyes off me as I disregarded my move for a napkin and continued to clean all my fingers with my sucking mouth instead. I ached to feel his body against mine and hear his breathy disgusting comments in my ear.

  As Matty tapped the bass drum three times to kick off the number, Danny shook his head to break our mind meld that was creating its own soulful music.

  My heart sank. I wanted him all to myself.

  The crowd cheered instantly, loving the evident first pick. It was Heartbeats on Fire, their most upbeat and longest charting tune. It was a good choice.

  Damn. Danny was right. As the songs fell into a quieter pace after four, and the growls and hot, heavy breaths simmered down to barely there, the erotic rhythmic beats and deeper lyrics in the stuff I’d never heard felt like a grownup sexy versus the blatant, in-your-face, practically soft-core porn prose of yesterday. So hot. This had swagger and guts, as well as a deep sadness, as Danny sang a song that I think was titled, Shredded, since that word kept getting repeated, which likely had to do with his breakup.

  Although not a full-blown concert with pyrotechnics or chains and leather, the jeans, yummy t-shirts, and boots were no less sexy. The crowd loved it. The cheers, the chatter, the female screams, drifted down and went silent as heaviness and poignancy filled the air.

  The couple of songs they performed on stools were teeth-gnashing and gut-wrenching, speaking of losing someone to addiction and self-sacrificing servicemen and women being used and abused as pawns in chess matches of the rich and heartless.

  That song made me miss Bill something fierce, the only dad I’ve ever had, and I choked up, suddenly terrified of losing him to some landmine blast or whatever. He was suspended in such precariousness that he could very well die at any moment and just get chalked up to another casualty of war and be totally forgotten by his country. I cleared my throat and blinked, then sucked in several deep breaths to get my composure back.

  Today, for the first time, I saw a bunch of guys singing the music they loved to write and sing rather than what a machine had forced them to put out. Their first album, which got picked up off of their demo, as well as their rapidly building fan base, consisted of mostly their own material. It was the second over-produced, heavily skewed record that tanked. Not even one of those other songs had emerged in this set yet, and I doubted any would.

  People loved their music and it showed here when they left the stage, only to get pulled back by boisterous cheers and whistles.

  As the electrically charged eroticism came back in for the encore performance with that pulsing heartbeat percussion Matty loved to bang out, and God, Danny’s sexy sighs, the crowd screamed and women swayed and tossed undergarments, roses, and condoms onto the stage.

  Their tunes were raw and gritty, but still heartfelt and soulful. Itchy Fringe no longer struck me as a garbage band. And that’s not just because I was starting to see Danny in a different light. After all the shit this poor band has been through, with getting picked up with exuberance and then chucked out the door with a kiss-my-ass shove after one damn slump, I was starting to appreciate the layers and truth in their tunes, even the smutty ones.

  I was starting to appreciate Danny Zane.

  Too bad he shut me down physically because I was as horny as a succubus, aching to unzip his jeans and get busy. I was seriously tingling and throbbing for release.

  After they left the stage for good, Matty texted Kate to come meet him backstage for drinks. She squealed.

  I laced my fingers together in mock prayer. “Can you ask him if I can come too, please? I really need to talk to Danny.” And his hot parts too.

  “Hold on.”

  She nodded when her phone chimed back. “Matty said, ‘Sure come on in.’”

  “Good. Awesome.”

  Right before ransacking my drool-worthy rock star, I wanted to tell Danny he was so right about the new direction the band was taking. I did believe IF would overcome this hurdle and thrive, even though it was back to being an indie band.

  I’d never been backstage at Smitty’s Smokehouse, or anywhere really.

  The big TV room with three long couches, standup arcade games and my all-time fave pinball machine, Tales of the Arabian Nights, fruit and wing platters, and an ice chest with bottled beers was more than I expected.

  Danny didn’t even see me walk in though. At all. Because he was too busy mauling some blond chick in a frisky make out session on the farthest couch and was half over her lap and not facing the door.

  Ripping my stinging eyes away, I clutched Kate’s wrist, gulped down a sob, and furiously blinked away pooling salt water. I quickly choked out, “Ya know what? Changed my mind. I’m just gonna take off. I don’t really feel like partying.”


  She shrugged and said, “Um, okay,” with a bubbly trill. She was clearly happy. Her find of a hot man was solely ogling her with keen interest and getting evidently aroused at what he saw.

  Matty came up to us, stood beside Kate, and placed his hand on her lower back. “Hi, babe. Glad you came.”

  “Me too.” She flashed me an exaggerated toothy grin that screeched, “Eeek,” all by itself. She told me they’d connected and flirted at the hospital and had definite sparks.

  I looked at the door, my escape from hell, as Matty said, “You’re not stayin’?”

  “Nah, I suddenly don’t feel so well. But thanks for inviting me.”

  I burst out of there, slamming the door behind me. I hunched and tried to catch my breath as soon as my feet padded down the wooden hallway, but sobs thrashed out of me, despite my best effort to hold my composure. This was the worst thing ever. “What the hell?” It made me ill and so upset to see him lip-locked and grinding his package into some chick’s trampy bits, with a hungry clutch on her face, as if her orifices held nectar for rock gods. She’s no better than me! She’s no substitute for me either! He wants me. Not that skank. So why was he kissing her like there was no tomorrow? Err, I hate him! I hate his guts.

  I drove back home in tears with my heart in a million pieces.

  Jed was already stationed at his post on the stoop. He even had a coiled device attached to his ear like someone in the Secret Service.

  His concerned expression said he could tell I was traumatized about something, but he didn’t question me about it, and I stepped inside in silence.

  As I raced up the stairs, I broke down in pitiful sobs, yearning to feel Danny’s lips and body on mine once again. He was surely, at this very moment, sexing-up some girl who was just a replacement for me. He should be fucking me. I’m sure she doesn’t better match his personality than I do. He’s so damn weird and stupid.

  I went back downstairs in my pajamas and searched the freezer for something to drown my sorrows in. “Ah ha.” I grabbed Danny’s unopened pint of Cherry Garcia, not even caring that I absolutely loathe cherry anything. I peeled off the plastic safety seal, grabbed a spoon, and went into the theater with it. I popped in a Carol Burnett Show DVD that Bill had in his retro collection. Even though I’ve seen these sketches dozens of times, they still cracked me up, and I felt utterly satisfied for stealing Danny’s favorite ice cream and downing every speck of it. I went back up to my room, feeling slightly better with the hilarity of Tim Conway fresh in my mind.

  I did not feel satisfied in my panties though, even at 1:37 a.m. I had this major urgent throb that needed tending to because it refused to obey my will and chill out. Danny still wasn’t back yet to seduce, but, hell, I didn’t want his filthy, chick-slicked junk anywhere near me anyway. Gross. Maybe he’ll stay out all night. Man, just the thought of that annihilated me and made me tear up. He’s disgusting.

  I found Screaming Friction buried deep in my MP3 player. I then turned the overhead lights off, leaving just my soft nightstand lamp on, tucked ear buds into my ears, and got cozy propped up against two pillows on my headboard. I imagined Danny was singing about a deep longing for me as the song spilled out.

  When it got to the delicious, sexy moans in the middle that used to sicken me, I found delight instead and slipped fingers under silky fabric and swirled and stroked my already-slippery clit.

  At the part in the song that spoke of deep thrusts, “uh, uh, uh,” I closed my eyes and shoved two fingers in as deep as they’d go and pounded my hungry bits to the rhythm of Danny’s sexy beat. I writhed while riding my own fleshy toys and moaned in time to his verbal huffs that were pulsing in my ears and making me so damn hot and wet. Danny. Uh, I want you so bad. I shoved another hand into my panties to spread my lips apart further and thumb-rub my clit at the same time. I bucked and gritted my teeth as I fucked my own damn self because Danny wouldn’t. Apparently, we’re too damn different! Whatever, asshole.

  I gasped and shrieked when an ear bud got jerked out of my ear and rapped my bare arm with a stinging zap. My busier hand froze, two wet fingers buried up to the hilt.

  Danny stood over me, quickly clapping his hand over my mouth, blocking a loud moan-turned scream. “Keep going, sweetheart. Don’t stop on my account.”

  Red hot blood flooded my face, and I shook my head no.

  “Do it. I wanna watch you come.”

  I fired my gaze to the door I stupidly left open, then looked back at the shirtless deity standing in the table lamp’s golden glow. He was peering down on me with insistence blaring in his eyes.

  “Do it. Now.”

  My pulse quickened. I slowly nodded that I would and went back to my task of masturbation while he watched every breath, every bop of my stomach, every drenched stroke and dive. I was embarrassed that he caught me, but pangs of dirty desire hit my gut at his order, driving me to comply.

  For once, I loved his bossiness. Shit. Was he like this in bed? Is that what he meant by us being different? No one in the world knew it, but we were not exactly that different.

  I closed my eyes to pretend he wasn’t standing there, but I could feel his hot-poker gaze on me like laser beams. That only made me burn hotter and slick up more.

  My body was cooperating, building to the edge of ecstasy. I’d, any second now, any second, sail over the cliff I was rapidly approaching. I shoved my fingers in faster and rougher and jerked up into them while going wild on my engorged clit. My moans went spastic.

  He let go of my mouth as my voiced pleasure kicked up to a steady flow of sensual noise rather than random blips. Winded breaths and sounds of sex rushed out of my mouth like rills of fire, and the music of my arousal, with Danny standing there, waiting for the explosion, set me off like a rocket. I peeked and saw the amazing bulge in his jeans.

  I imagined him, driving in deep from behind, his fingers clawing into the flesh at my hips. Uh, that did it, more gloriously than ever. Uh, yes! Fuck, uh, uh, uh. Aahhh. Oh my god. Danny! Rapid, thunderous squeezes hit me deep in my core with an ache and whoosh of expelled elation. Uh, yes. I let out a deep sigh with a smile on my face from utter satisfaction. I sank deeper into my pillow and mattress as my body unwound.

  “Mmm. So hot and delicious,” he whispered as my contractions petered off.

  When I was able to snatch my breath, I said, “Damn right I am. Now you know for sure. Did you screw her, that skank I saw you mauling backstage?”

  He shook his head. “No. I was just pissing into the wind. There’s only one woman I want to screw. And we both know damn well who that is.” His slimmer, sexier gaze fired into me with intense heat.

  I breathed faster and my pulse raced as he slowly scrutinized me from clammy head to painted toenails. Not knowing what to do with my juicified hands, I crossed my chest with my arms and curled my fingers. “Then do it. Take me.”

  He slowly leaned down over me and his hot, hard pecs pressed against my skin. He breathed out a slow, “Baby … fuck,” in my ear, and left five additional pieces of salt water taffy where he presented the first. He kissed my sweaty brow with a slow, lip dragging kiss and deeply sniffed my cum-soaked fingers. “What were you thinking about, Alexa?”

  I gulped and licked my lips. “Take your pants off and I’ll show you.”

  “Damn. God, Lex, you are so, so bad.” He growled and his face crimped in tension as he straightened and stiffened. “Maybe some other time. You have to keep showing me you’re my kind of bad.”

  “Your kind of bad? Um, okay. I’ll be sure to do that.” I smiled as he walked out and down the hall towards his room. Ohmygod, wow. Yes, yes, yes!

  I let out an exhale of relief and smiled as I curled up on my pillow. This, whatever was happening between us, was definitely not one-sided, and it certainly wasn’t over. I wouldn’t let it be. I will get stuffed up with his yummy junk, no matter what it takes. I craved him like candy.

  I was determined to not only get into his tight jeans but his heart too. Because fo
r some damn-dumb reason, he was already well past worming into mine.

  6

  Danny – 6 minutes to Dead

  The first song my uncuffed band intended for our new unlabeled album tracked beautifully, in spite of me having a really hard time not thinking about certain fingers in certain panties. That only added gravel and urgency to my voice.

  My loins physically ached as I pictured an X-rated video with Brat as my model for all the salivating, delectable turns in the tune that I’d penned about some fantastical dream girl I thought didn’t exist. She most likely doesn’t. But what if she does? Could bratty, catty Alexa actually be a true possibility for me? Would she actually be into things like the chains I sing about and eagerly anticipate and wait for my word, breath, touch? Hmm. I do not know. But I sure as hell wanted to find out. She did, after all, tickle her bits for me on command. That was the hottest thing imaginable.