by Quinn, Cari
The people who had already boarded the bus were pointing at us as we ran to the other end. I shot by another line of cars and zigzagged around another bus and saw a familiar logo. “Thank God.”
Shouts echoed that were way too close. “Where did he go?”
“Where are we going?” Kenny hissed.
“My bus.”
“Your bus?”
I dragged her behind me as I ducked behind a black truck we used for our equipment. It had been a stripped-down stage, but we still had a lot of instruments between Keys’s pianos, Wyatt’s entire percussion set-up, all the guitars, amps, and components of our digital network—we needed a truck no matter what.
“New plan.” I unlatched the back of the rig and lifted the rolling door. “Get in.”
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
I stared down at her. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”
She groaned. “I can’t get up there.”
I lifted her until her knee was on the base of the truck ledge. She scrambled in as the scraping of heels and running feet got closer.
“Move it, Kenny.”
Her skirt rode up as she dragged herself inside. I let out a soft whistle, and she turned back toward me with murder in her eyes.
I squashed down a laugh and rolled in after her, tugging the door down behind me with a bang.
“I hate you.”
I just smiled into the dark.
Twelve
Kennedy
I work hard for my clients, and make sure I take care of their every need.
When I started my day, hiding out from Hammered fans in the back of a truck had not been on my itinerary. And absolutely no part of my business plan included getting my panties stolen by a rock star with a crazy sexy dimple.
“Are you kidding me with this?”
“Shhh.”
I folded my arms and tugged my dress down. It hadn’t felt nearly as short when I put it on. Amazing how important panties were as part of one’s wardrobe.
The slats of the truck’s back door gave off tiny shafts of light from the parking lot lights. Enough to see that Hunter was digging around at the back of the truck.
I thunked my head against the side wall of the trailer. “When you teased me with seven orgasms, I had a whole different scenario going on in my head. Not that I figured you’d make it to the seven, but I was going to let you give it a try.”
“Did you hear that?” A voice asked outside.
We both froze. He pointed at me. Like it was my fault?
This was so not what I had in mind for my first one-night-stand. Hell, my only one-night-stand ever. No wonder I didn’t do them. I liked a plan, dammit.
Hunter tossed something at me. I instinctively put up my arms and a padded blanket filled them. I folded it awkwardly and set it on the floor.
The clink of bottles and something else falling over was suddenly silenced. I slid down the wall to the blanket, hoping it wasn’t too terribly dirty. It was surprisingly soft on the backs of my thighs.
Hunter came back, holding a bottle.
At least there was wine.
He knelt beside me. “Oh, there will be seven, Kenny.”
“The wine is your lubricant?”
He leaned into me, and his nose brushed the shell of my ear. He drew my knee up, his fingertips coasting along my inner thigh into my dress. “No lube needed. I can guarantee it.”
I dragged in a quick breath.
“I know I saw them run over this way.” Another voice outside the door.
Seriously? Didn’t these fans give up? Did they not know a girl needed an orgasm here?
“Think you can be quiet?” he asked in a tone that was just above a groan.
“Here?” I croaked out.
“Shh…” He handed me the bottle and lowered his head to my knee.
Oh hell no. Not in the… My right hand gripped the bottle as his lips followed the path of his fingers.
He nipped my inner thigh. “Open for me, Kenny.”
My bad ideas were multiplying again, but they couldn’t seem to stack up to my Who-Gives-a-Shit chips.
This Vegas girl knew when to cash out, and when to go all in.
With my other hand, I buried my fingers in his hair, urging him higher.
He kissed his way up my thigh to where my hip and leg met. “I could spend all night here,” he whispered.
“Not if you’re just going to talk to it,” I snarled.
He chuckled.
Honestly. This was the longest almost-feel-up in all of my twenty-eight years. He would probably be like all the other guys who’d attempted this. A few decent minutes, then ready for the main event.
Maybe he’d last enough during sex to get me the friction I needed. I’d been teased long enough that I could probably reach down there and give him a hand. Then I could put this crazy night behind me.
Bad idea bin overfloweth, then I could just move on with my life. At least I’d have one orgasm that wasn’t self-induced this year.
“Shut off that busy brain of yours, Kenny,” Hunter whispered from under my skirt.
Well, if he’d get on with it, then I wouldn’t have to think.
Then his tongue found me. Long, lazy licks, and on each pass, he swirled around my clit before returning to complete his unhurried torture. My fingers tightened in his hair, trying to keep him where I needed him most.
My clit was lonely and the peek-a-boo action with his tongue wasn’t enough. Didn’t he know that was the holy grail? Focus on that and everything else followed.
But oh, no. As with everything that had to do with Hunter, he set his own pace.
I tried to enjoy it, but my frustration was mounting. There were still girls outside traipsing all over the parking lot. Someone yelled that they were going to be left behind. A chorus of voices asked for just another five minutes.
And then there was me. I had the rock star they wanted between my thighs, licking me like a freaking ice cream cone as I slowly went insane.
Another pass with his tongue and something started to tingle. I drew in a shaky breath. Okay, maybe there was something to this. A slow build, like a song maybe.
Like the one that had wrecked me during the show.
“Cathedrals”.
A whisper becomes a scream.
Stronger stones remain.
My fingers fumbled from his hair to grip his shoulder. The light licks become a pulse, my body’s pulse—my heart echoed behind each stroke. He groaned against me and added his thumb.
Not to help, just to tease me with the fullness I was craving.
Again and again, his thumb kept time, creating a steady flicker of heat.
I dug my fingers into his scalp.
Oh, God.
The wine bottle rolled out of my grip. I didn’t know what to do. I pushed at him. He leaned in farther until his shoulders pinned my legs open. He gripped my upper thigh. His hand was so big that his thumb was just there. He slid it in just enough to fill part of me.
Not nearly enough.
I needed it to be him. Not his hand. As deliciously big as his fingers were, they still weren’t enough.
He moaned against my pussy. The light vibration of his voice, his thumb, his lips, and that tongue tripped something inside. Slow and steady built into a scream in my chest. I tried to shut it down.
Without a frame of reference, I couldn’t hold it in.
Then his other hand gripped mine, lacing our fingers. Big, rough, perfect. He held me together as his lazy licks became focused.
He wedged me open until there was nothing but his mouth fused to my clit as he sucked. The sounds. They couldn’t be from me. The wetness, the nonsensical words—I wanted to roll away from it all. I needed to curl into a ball.
Tighter.
Smaller.
God, I couldn’t take it.
He drank me down.
He demanded all of me. One hand branded me with his grip, the other held me safe.
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p; I held on. He sucked my clit until there was nothing left of me. As if he was going to pull me inside of him, steal my essence. Pain frayed the edges, then he released my clit and I lost control of the scream. He rose, twisting his fingers for a new angle. Circling, pulsing, filling me. Two fingers, more—I didn’t know.
All I knew was that I was coming apart. My skin was too tight. He jerked my dress aside and clamped his lips over my nipple. Lost to the deluge of pleasure, even his breath against my skin was too much. I arched up, restless with the insanity crawling under my skin.
He dragged me down until we were splayed out on the blanket, my dress pushed up to my waist. His other hand never broke our link. He only adjusted his grip so he could pin my fingers to the blanket, holding me where he wanted me. Showing me the definition of bliss until I was sure my bones would disintegrate from it.
But his hand never stopped. Plunging fingers and his thumb—God, that magical thumb strummed my clit. His eyes lost to the darkness, save for a glitter of light that illuminated the space enough for me to know he was staring down at me.
Then his mouth moved to mine and swallowed the screams I didn’t know were rolling out of me. His, mine, ours—didn’t matter. There was a supernova trapped inside of me with no way out.
Something had to break.
Like glass splintering during a crash, it webbed out and finally exploded under the pressure. His kiss sweetened, and his arms curled around me. Everything I thought I knew about him dissolved under his sweet touch.
A secret orgasm in the back of a truck was going to be the thing that resonated. Not candles and soft words. A rough touch, and a cocky smile bracketed with a dimple and laughter.
Why did it have to be this guy who woke me up?
He dragged his mouth down my chin and throat to the space between my neck and shoulder. He held me, breathing hard against my skin before he sat back on his feet. He dragged me up onto his thighs, wrapping my legs around him. One-handed, he shifted me and dug his fingers into my ass until I could feel every inch of him.
God, he was so hard.
His other hand twisted into my hair to hold me upright. My head was heavy with the aftermath from the kind of orgasms that songs were written about. I looped my arms around his shoulders. If I held on, maybe I wouldn’t fly apart.
The darkness was speared by thin shafts of light with sparkly edges. Everything else faded away into the little swirls of pleasure echoing through me.
He nibbled his way to my ear.
“One.”
Thirteen
Hunter
I wasn’t a man that had trouble going down on a woman. In fact, it was one of life’s few pleasures as far as I was concerned. Every woman reacted differently. I expected that it would take a bit to relax the crazy control Kenny had on her libido—to slowly open her up and show her what it was like to let go.
I was so wrong.
Well, not about the relaxing—that had taken some work—but letting go had been a fight. One that I wanted to experience again. I was hard as a steel girder, and I wanted to dive back between her thighs and watch her break again.
I was willing to chance a bald spot—anything to have her wrapped around my neck again.
Fuck.
How the hell was I going to survive her squeezing around my cock?
Her heat was bleeding through my jeans. Her scent tattooed on me as indelibly as the ink on my arms. I’d known it would be incredible, but just a taste had me reeling.
I ground her against my jeans, and her body draped over me. Slumberous eyes met mine as I undulated my hips against her, hungry to watch her go over again.
“Are they gone?” she asked.
“Does it matter?” I filled my hands with her ass. The rhythm was inescapable as she met my gaze.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “Again? I…”
I groaned as my cock fit itself against her cleft. I wanted inside of her. What man wouldn’t? But watching her go blind was even more addicting. “Too rough?”
She blew out a ragged breath as she shuttled down the bulge in my jeans. “I can’t say I’ve ever enjoyed a button-fly more in my life.”
I laughed. “Buttoned for her pleasure? That’s new.”
She hiccupped out a groan. “I shouldn’t…”
I nosed aside her dress to find her nipple again. “You should. You should come all over me daily.”
Her eyes widened. “Hunter.”
I grinned at her in the semi-dark. “Watching you come apart is almost as awesome as tasting you do it on my tongue.” I angled up to bite her lower lip. “Can you taste it on me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You taste fucking delicious.”
She groaned and her hips lost their smooth rhythm. Close already. I slid a finger between her cheeks and she jerked up straight.
“Lean into me.”
She hummed out a strangled moan as I slid my middle finger into her drenched pussy. The angle tipped her clit lower where I needed it to be. I rolled my hips and fucked her with my finger. So damn wet.
“This should be my cock.”
She nodded and blew out a breath. “Yes.”
“When I get you upstairs, I’m going to bend you over this huge fucking chair in my room.” Her eyes got even bigger. My little PR princess liked that idea. Or did she just like the words? “It’s got this curved back that you can hold on to while I take you from behind.” She rolled her hips faster. “Then after we drink a gallon of water, then another bottle of wine, I’m going to stretch out on it and watch you ride me for hours.”
Her breath came out in a gasp. Her thighs quivered.
Fuck.
She did like it. And I sure the hell was going to make sure each and every one of those things happened before morning.
I lifted her up. Her outraged gasp turned to a screech as I rolled onto my back and dragged her up my body to kneel over my face. I lashed my tongue against her tight clit and drank down every drop of her cum as she quaked over my mouth.
She slapped her hands against the floor above my head as I held her hips in an iron grip, not letting her flinch away from me. I prayed the people outside the truck had cleared out because there was no way I could silence her this time.
I didn’t want to. Feeling her shudder above me was officially my new favorite pastime.
As she slowly came down, I recited every lyric to every song on my new album to calm my dick. No condom, no condom, no condom made up my chorus. No matter how bad I wanted inside of her, I’d have to wait.
She rolled off me, but before she could get too far away, I dragged her against my side. I’d never been so excited to find one of Keys’ piano covers in my life. She took care of them like they were precious silks. And right now, the padded velvet was coming in handy.
But I needed to buy her a new one, because this one was getting bronzed.
“Two.”
She punched me in the arm.
“I told you seven.” When she didn’t reply, I played with the ends of her hair. “What?”
“It’s gotta be the instruments.”
I laughed. “What?”
“There has to be something in the air in this truck. Magical properties from the instruments.”
“You lost me.”
“This should not be the best situational seduction in my life.”
I tugged her hair. “I think there was a compliment in there.”
“Maybe.”
I sat up, groaning when my hard-on showed me just how much it wasn’t going to bend, or go away.
She brushed the back of her hand along my button-fly. “I could take care of that.”
Just thought of her pale mouth around my cock made it swell even harder. “You have no idea how much I’d like that.”
She flipped out the tail of my belt.
“Whoa there.”
“What? Now you’re shy? Or don’t I get to see if it is, in fact, a manaconda?”
My mood deflated
, even if my dick didn’t. “You suck.”
“I do. And quite well, I’ve been told.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Killin’ me, Kenny.”
“Then what’s the problem?” She toyed with my buckle.
I cupped her face. “I can’t see you in here.”
“I promise I won’t bite.”
I groaned.
“Maybe just a light graze of teeth.” Her voice was a smoky purr.
The idea of teeth and a woman on my most sensitive appendage usually had the opposite effect on me, but here and now? Yeah. I was willing to let her do just about anything she wanted. When we got somewhere with a light.
There was no way I couldn’t watch.
I’d been thinking about that mouth around my cock since the afternoon. Since the moment she’d given me shit about me being late. Wine-stained or pale as her skin—both versions were making me nuts. And this dark truck wasn’t going to be where she touched me for the first time.
She molded her fingers along my length.
I dragged her hand away, bringing her wrist up to my mouth.
“You are being difficult. I don’t think I’ve ever known a man who would say no.”
I nipped at the fragile skin. “I need to watch.” At her silence, I pressed her palm to my cheek. “That mouth around me, you sucking me in deep.”
“Now who’s the cruel one? And why does a blow job sound so sexy when you say it? Why does everything you say sound sexy?”
I chuckled. “You sound so pissed off about it.”
“I am.”
“Two orgasms should have you blissed out, not mad.”
“I don’t have time for you. I have four clients that I put aside to work with you, and now I have to play your girlfriend.”
“Sorry it’s such a hardship.”
She rolled away from me and stood. “How would you like it if I came in and messed up your schedule? Jumped onstage, took your microphone, and told the crowd that you were mine?”
I stood, crowding her back into the wall. “I’d welcome it. I like the way you fit against me, Kenny. I like saying you’re mine.”
“Why? We’re strangers.”