Hillbilly Rockstar (Blacktop Cowboys 6)

Her eyes were hard, the color of cement. “That girl is trouble. And before you jump to the conclusion that I’m jealous, my issue with her is strictly from a security standpoint. She thinks the rules don’t apply to her. All of the problems the venue security guys had tonight were caused by her and her entourage. Since tomorrow night’s show is outdoors . . . I’m doubly concerned. Outdoor venues make me nervous.”

“Talk to Crash. That was the second time he’s run interference between me and her today.”

“Crash? Why not me?”

“I don’t want some girl-child star who’s tryin’ to prove herself mucking things up for you professionally by questioning your job if you start makin’ security demands. You can set the rules, but let Crash be the one who passes them on, okay?”

Her eyes softened. “Okay. But I can handle myself.”

“Baby, I know that.” Devin curled his hand around her neck and put his mouth next to her ear. “But I’d much rather you were handling me. So what say we make a run for the bus and hang out the do not disturb sign for the next twelve hours?”

Liberty trembled. “Sixteen hours minimum. You don’t have to be anywhere until sound check tomorrow.”

“Shoot. I forgot to tell you we gotta meet the band at our favorite greasy diner tomorrow afternoon. But I’m yours until then. And I can’t wait to strip you outta them bossy pants.”

As soon as they stepped apart, he beckoned over his bruiser babysitters.

“Yes, Mr. McClain?”

“I’m done here and ready to head out.”

“Your bus is at the back entrance.”

They were stopped three times before they reached the exit. When he saw the bus headlights, he forced himself not to throw Liberty over his shoulder and made a break for it so they could finally have some alone time. Naked alone time.

When he saw Reg sitting in the driver’s seat, he gave him a thumbs-up.

Liberty had already decoded the alarm and unlocked the door. She raced up the steps and tossed over her shoulder, “Lock up, will you?”

Somehow through the lust clogging his brain, he remembered the code. When he reached the top step, he saw Liberty’s discarded shoes on the floor. Then her pants. Then her blouse. “I’m likin’ this happy trail.” Off went his boots. His socks. He set his hat on the shelf. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Same with his wifebeater. His belt was next. Followed by his jeans and boxer briefs—after he pulled out the lone, hopeful condom he’d stashed in his jeans pocket. Only when he was naked did he track her down.

Liberty was bent at the waist, fully exposing that fine, fine ass of hers.

Oh, hell yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.

When she straightened up and turned around, her gaze skimmed his chest and went straight to his cock. Then she wrapped her fist around it. “You’re packing a surprise yourself.” She stroked him a few times and leaned forward, feathering a soft kiss on the side of his throat. “And I like big surprises.”

Devin lost any ability to take things slow. Palming the condom, he placed his hand in the center of her belly, propelling her against the wall as his mouth crashed down on hers.

The kiss was more explosive than he’d imagined.

Her fiery response and the delicate way she handled his c**k drove him insane.

He kissed her without restraint. Twining his tongue with hers, licking and sucking. His brain urged: more flesh to taste than just her mouth. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he tipped her head to the side, breaking the seal of their lips. As he dragged openmouthed kisses down the smooth expanse of her neck, he murmured, “Are you wet?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Show me. Put your fingers in your pu**y and then wipe that wetness on my cock.”

Liberty’s hand that wasn’t jacking him slipped between their bodies. He could feel her wrist rubbing against his balls as she jammed her fingers inside herself.

“That’s it. I wanna feel you finger f**king yourself.” He nipped at the sweep of skin where her neck met her shoulder. “I can hear how wet you are.”

She said, “Devin,” on a near whimper.

“Show me,” he demanded.

She switched her hand and ran two wet fingers up the front of his cock.

He smiled against her collarbone. Appeared Miss Liberty was as good at taking orders as she claimed. Lifting his head, he nuzzled her ear. “I’m gonna f**k you. But first I wanna taste you. Spread some of that sweet cream on your tits.”

Once again Liberty’s hand dove between her legs. But instead of stroking his shaft, she rubbed the head of his c**k over her clit. “Feel that? How plump and hot and ready I am for you to make me f**king scream?”

His c**k jerked, and the word want want want want pulsed in his head. Her hips bucked, and he eased back to look into her face.

Lust had turned her eyes stormy gray. She wiped her fingers across the top of her right breast.

Groaning, Devin bent his head and licked. One long swipe of his tongue and then sucking kisses so he didn’t miss a single spot. “Can’t wait to bury my face in your cunt and gorge myself on this sweetness.” He stepped back and pulled his hand away from her belly. The condom package had left a square mark from him pressing it against her skin.

“Glad to see you were prepared.”

His gaze never wavered from hers as he ripped open the condom and rolled it on. “I’ve wanted you so f**king much that I knew we wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.” His hands followed her sides down to the flare of her hips. “Wrap your leg around me.”