Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) (14 page)

“My turn,” he
whispered, and Ava moaned, the blazing heat in his eyes and his devilish grin
nearly sending her over the edge.

As he lowered her
zipper, Ava's dress fell to the floor. She hadn't bothered putting anything on
under her dress and so in an instant, she was completely naked, her soft
curves, her ample breasts and smooth pussy bare before him. Gritting his teeth
in an attempt to keep his arousal in check, he had her on the bed in one swift
movement, laying her back as he spread her legs. He leaned forward from the
edge of the bed, his lips making contact with the inside of one of her thighs,
kissing his way up slowly until he reached the apex.

Ava held her breath,
waiting for him to continue upward, her body writhing to spur him on. But
instead, Noah's lips started back down the inside of her other thigh, and she
moaned in frustration. He smiled evilly, knowing he was driving her wild and
continued his descent before working his way back up again. Hovering no more
than an inch away from her pussy, Noah's fingers touched her instead, sliding
along her wet slit before parting her lips, spreading her wide open. It was the
most erotic thing she'd ever felt; to be so completely exposed to someone she
barely knew. He leaned in further then, his tongue darting out to lick along
her parted lips. Ava was so aroused that her hips nearly bucked off the bed in
response to his sensual touch, and she fought against the urge to scream as he
moved to her clit, licking gently at first before sucking her into his mouth.
The strange pressure was exquisite, and already she could feel her orgasm
building quickly. He sucked harder and she moaned loud, her hands clawing at
the downy soft blankets on the bed, and as she felt his finger slip into her
open pussy, her back arched off the bed as her orgasm shuddered through her
body.

He released her then,
his finger leaving her pussy and she watched as he sucked it into his mouth
before going straight to the source, plunging his tongue deep inside her,
darting in and out. Although the aftershocks of her last orgasm had yet to subside,
she could already feel her body stirring again. She moaned softly as his pace
increased but whimpered a moment later as his tongue left her warmth. Ava
wouldn't feel bereft long, as two fingers replaced his tongue, plunging in and
out fast. And then something changed. Noah bent his fingers as he continued to
thrust, stimulating the tiny, most sensitive pleasure zone in her body.
Instantly, an exquisite pressure began to build deep inside her, and before
long she was thrashing wildly beneath him, her erotic screams of ecstasy
filling the room as she started to cum, an orgasm unlike any other soaking her
pussy and thighs.

Noah was on top of
her then; he leaned down to kiss her as she felt his cock pressed against her
wet entrance. But rather than plunge inside, he rolled then, pulling her with
him to sit astride him. All of a sudden, she felt wickedly powerful, hovering
above his massive cock, his expression consumed with desire as his gaze took in
every inch of her. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, leaning forward so that
she was only inches from his face as he watched intently. Sitting up straight,
she lowered herself down then, ever so slowly, the tip of his cock sliding into
her wet slit. Inch by inch, she continued until she'd taken every inch of him
inside her, stilling for a moment to adjust to his enormous girth. Finally, she
started to move, slowly at first, desperately trying to maintain the tenuous
hold on her arousal, pacing herself to draw out the incredible experience as
long as she could. But as Noah leaned up, flexing his flawless abs as he
squeezed her tits, sucking a nipple in his mouth, her restraint snapped. Ava's
pace increased, riding him faster; her fingers digging into his shoulders as he
released her nipple, leaning up further to reach her lips. She kissed him back
with a wild fervor as she rode him harder, their moans twining together as
Noah's tongue delved into her mouth. Ava started to cum, the tremors of her
orgasm coursing through her body, and as her pussy spasmed around his cock,
Noah toppled over the edge, too, cumming hard as he thrust deep inside her one
last time.

His arms wrapped
around her, Ava's head resting on his shoulder, they remained in that position,
breathless as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly subsided. Finally, Noah
fell back against the bed, bringing Ava with him as he slipped from her warmth.
She sighed, immediately feeling empty. As exhausted as her body was, she wasn't
ready for this to be over.

“What would you say
to lunch in bed?” Noah whispered against her ear a moment later. “A little
sustenance to keep our energy up?”

“Apparently Noah
isn't in any hurry for this to be over either,” she thought to herself with a
smile, her body already humming with anticipation. She'd have to return to the
ranch at some point; Christie would begin to worry eventually otherwise, but
Ava was quite certain that the rest of her vacation was going to be a whole lot
more interesting than she could ever have imagined.

THE END

"I hate him, I
hate him, I hate him. Drop dead."

Patrick reached
forward carefully and withdrew the glass from in front of Nixie, pulling out
the picks she had thrown into it with each exclamation.

"Honey, it's
lovely that you have reached the point of aggravation and, apparently,
intoxication at which you feel free to express your emotions, but you are using
up all of my little plastic swords and I need those for my sissy mixed
drinks."

Nixie sighed and
slumped down onto the bar, resting her head on her folded arms and squeezing
her eyes shut against the tears that had been threatening them since she sat
down. She actually wasn't drunk. She wished she was because it would probably
help her get through the night more easily, but the drink that she filled with
picks had only been her second and Patrick had confiscated it before she was
able to take more than a sip.

"What's wrong
with me, Patrick?" Nixie asked, lifting her head from her arms and digging
her fingers back through her hair.

"Nothing's wrong
with you. You have completely legit reasons to be upset right now. Your
boyfriend broke up with you because he said he needed to work on himself and
wasn't ready to make any major commitments and then got engaged three weeks
later to your former college roommate who, incidentally, introduced the two of
you in the first place, and they are having their joint
bachelor-slash-bachelorette party tonight."

"Thank you for
that rambling run-on sentence of a recap."

Patrick tilted his
head and looked into the distance like he was going back over what he had just
said.

"No, that was
actually completely grammatically correct. Wordy as hell, perhaps, but
grammatically correct."

There was a loud cheer
from the small private room at the back of the bar and Nixie rolled her eyes,
sagging back down onto the bar.

"I guess he could
have been more tactful than to hold the party at the bar he knows you have gone
to every single Friday night for the last five years," Patrick said,
glancing over at the room and then back at Nixie, "Speaking of which, why
are you still here?"

"I am showing how
positive and strong I am, and that he can't get me down," she replied, not
bothering to lift her head from her arms.

"Yeah," he
said, sounding unconvinced, "You show them, girl." Nixie felt him pet
the back of her head awkwardly, "Not that this whole situation you've got
going on here isn't effective, but do you know what would really make an impact
on Bryan?"

"What?"

"Dancing with
someone like that delicious piece of man candy that has been eyeing you for the
last hour."

Nixie raised her head
to look at Patrick.

"How many times
have I asked you not to use that phrase? It makes me uncomfortable." She
turned around to look in the same direction as Patrick, "Damn."

"I told you. Man
candy."

Nixie turned back to
Patrick.

"Where the hell
did he come from?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at the
gorgeous man across the bar.

"I don't know,
but he's looking at you. Maybe he's looking at me." Patrick struck what
Nixie could only assume was meant to be a subtly sexy pose, held it for a few
seconds, and then relaxed again, "No, definitely you."

"Great. I've had
an audience for my emotional breakdown."

Patrick suddenly
picked up a rag and started randomly wiping down any surface he could reach
without moving from his spot.

"I don't think
that's why he's been looking at you. Perk up, Fancy, he's on his way over
here."

"What?"
Nixie half-shrieked, half-whispered, but before Patrick could respond, she felt
someone step up beside her.

She glanced up and saw
the man from across the bar standing close to her, gazing down at her with eyes
the color of chocolate and lips that looked like they were just as sweet.

"Hi," he
said and the smooth, silky rumble of his voice rolled through her like thunder.

"Hi."

"Is there anyone
sitting here?"

He rested his hand on
the back of the barstool beside her and Nixie shook her head.

"No."

"Can I join
you?"

There was a strange
yip
sound from Patrick and Nixie looked over to see him suddenly extremely
invested in cleaning and arranging the glasses in the ceiling racks that likely
hadn't been touched in several years.

"Absolutely,"
she said, turning back to the man.

He settled his
denim-clad body onto the barstool beside her and looked at Patrick.

"Is he ok?"

Nixie let out a long
breath.

"He's fine. He's
just not very good at his job."

Patrick shot her a
disgusted glance over his shoulder and the man beside her laughed.

"I'm
Damian," he said, extending his hand to Nixie.

"Nixie," she
said, tucking her hand into his.

He didn't so much
shake her hand as give it a gentle squeeze and Nixie felt a flutter in her
belly.

"So what are you
doing sitting here all alone tonight?"

There was another
cheer from the private room and Nixie cringed.

"They're pretty
loud, huh?"

"That is an
engagement party for my former college roommate," she started.

"Shouldn't you be
in there, then?"

"And my
ex-boyfriend."

"Ah. Well, that's
uncomfortable."

"It most
certainly is."

Damian slid off of his
stool and held out a hand to Nixie.

"Let me take your
mind off of it."

There was another
yip
from Patrick, but Nixie had such focus on Damian she didn't even look his
way. She took Damian's hand again and let him guide her off of her stool and
toward the small dancefloor in the center of the room. Only a few other people
were dancing, but Nixie didn't care. Damian pulled her into his arms and rested
his hands on the full swell of her hips. She could feel the heat coming off of
his body as he moved against her, encouraging her to roll with him to the
rhythm of the music throbbing around them.

****

"I can't believe
that I'm actually going to ask this," Nixie said, her eyes flickering to
the DJ booth a few feet away. "Do you come here often?"

Damian laughed and
pulled her a little closer.

"This is my first
time."

"That would
explain why neither Patrick or I recognized you."

"I guess you do
come here often?"

Nixie sighed, unsure
if whether her answer was going to sound impressive because of her devotion and
consistency, or really pathetic because she has had nothing better to do for
five years of Friday nights.

"Every Friday
night."

There was yet another
cheer from the back room, this time even louder and more rambunctious, and
Nixie cringed.

"So that would be
why you are subjecting yourself to being here while that's going on. You don't
want to break the streak you have going."

"Something like
that."

No matter how hard she
tried to hold them back, Nixie felt the beginnings of tears pricking at the
corners of her eyes.
Dammit all to hell. Back foul beasts!
That didn't
work either. She had lost all control of her emotions and was officially
reduced to a pool of uselessness and sniffling.

The worst part about
this whole situation is that she had felt like she was over Bryan. She had even
been considering breaking up with him in the weeks leading up to him crushing
her soul with his little whirlwind romance with her former best friend. Things
had felt a little distant between them for a while. Of course, that was
probably because the further he was getting from her, the cozier he was getting
with Angela, but that was not something that Nixie really wanted to dwell on at
that moment.

Damian tucked a finger
under her soft chin and lifted her face to look at him. Eyes like hot chocolate
stared back at her.
Dear lord she loved a good cup of cocoa on a chilly
autumn night.

"Do you want to
get out of here? You've officially been here. Your streak is intact. Let's go
somewhere where you can actually have fun."

A rousing and
decidedly drunken rendition of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" rose up
out of the banquet room with a few people throwing in a couple of
"she"s for good measure. That pushed Nixie right over the edge.

"Absolutely,"
she said, "Where are we going?"

Damian's face broke
into a wide smile.

"It's a little
bar called Caddy's. It's just up the road a bit. You can follow me there."

Nixie nodded and
glanced back at Patrick who was leaning so far over the bar she thought he was
in distinct danger of toppling over. He noticed she was looking and started
frantically polishing the bar again.

"Just one
second."

She crossed back to
the bar and smacked a hand down on it. Patrick jumped, the bar towel falling
from his hand.

"I'll have you
know that you are interrupting my sacred bartender-ly duties."

"Uh-huh. Look,
Damian invited me to go to a different bar with him. It's called Caddy's and he
says it's right up the road. Can you meet me up there?"

"Well, it's
pretty dead in here tonight and Sasha is supposed to be coming in in about an
hour, so I could probably get off then and come up there. Why do you need
me?"

"Because I am
going to a strange bar with a man that I just met. Don't you ever watch TV? If
he plans on murdering me, I'd at least like to have someone that knows where
I'm supposed to be so it doesn't take weeks to find my body."

"That was
unnecessarily graphic."

"I'll see you in
an hour."

Nixie walked back to
Damian and flashed him a smile.

"Alright. Let's
go. Patrick is going to meet us up there in a bit. Is that ok?"

She watched Damian
look back over at the bar like he was evaluating Patrick, and then back at her,
scanning her body up and down. He shrugged.

"He should fit in
just about as well as you do."

He turned to walk away
and Nixie scurried after him, the words striking her as strange.

"What do you mean
by that?" she asked, but he just laughed and kept going out into the
parking lot.

Nixie climbed into her
car and watched as Damian got into a sleek black truck a few spots away. For
the first time she really noticed how his fitted jeans molded to his ass under
the tail of his pale grey and white plaid shirt, and the worn-looking boots
tucked beneath the legs.

"Mmmm, cowboy
take me away," she muttered to herself and turned the key so that she
could follow him out of the parking lot and down the darkened road.

His interpretation of
a "little bit down the road" was a little shady and by the time they
had driven for fifteen minutes down the progressively emptier road, Nixie was
truly starting to think that the potential for impending murder might be higher
than she was comfortable with. A moment later, though, she saw the vibrant
orange glow of a neon sign in the distance and let out a sigh of relief. There
really was a little bar and it seemed to have a nearly full parking lot,
reducing the chances in her mind that he was bringing her out into the middle
of nowhere to keep her as a pet or turn her into a scarecrow for his fields.

She shuddered. She
really needed to stop watching late-night true crime documentaries.

Damian pulled into the
parking lot and slid into a spot in a row of remarkably similar trucks that
seemed to be in varying degrees of newness and cleanliness. It was like looking
at a timeline of the progression of the modern farm use automobile. He hopped
out and glanced at her, but she shrugged, not seeing anywhere to park. She
rolled down her window and he approached her car, gripping the window so that
he could lean in.

"Go around back.
There's more parking back there. It's not as well-lit, though, so be
careful."

Considering the front
parking lot was lit exclusively by the glow from the neon sign and whatever
light was trickling from the bar itself, that warning did not bode well for the
condition or safety of the lot in the back. Nixie drove cautiously around the
building, narrowly missing a group of men dressed very much like Damian, and
found a spot in the nearly pitch-black lot.

Peeking in her review
mirror, she was relieved to see Damian walking around the building to meet her
so that she didn't have to walk through the darkness herself. She took a few seconds
to brush through her hair and try to reconstruct her makeup as well as she
could before he got to the back of her car and peered in through the back
window at her. Climbing out, she gave a smile that she hoped would come across
as confident and strode toward him. The gravel of the lot felt loose and
unsteady under her spiked heels and she fought to maintain her balance. Her
tight black dress and fishnet hose were not designed for tumbles in a dark
parking lot.