I sat on the same stool drinking beer after beer while I waited for the band to come on. The place was even more packed than when I first arrived, and I was being jostled on both sides as people came up to order from the bar.

Several women had tried talking to me, but I’d not so kindly told them I wasn’t interested. My phone lit up, and I picked it up. The girls are ready, the text read. I stood, throwing money on the counter and heading to the back where the band was. I was scheduled to meet them briefly before the show and tell them I was from The Outrigger.

I planned on wooing Stephanie right out of her panties.

I walked past what looked like security, who just nodded at me as I moved down the dimly lit hallway. Just as I reached the door where they were, I heard a voice announcing that the band would be out very soon, and loud cheers erupted.

Knocking on the door, I stuck my hands in my jeans pockets and waited. The door swung open almost instantly and I met the eyes of Zaide, the drummer. She was smoking hot, too, with long black hair and almond-shaped eyes. Visions of her and Stephanie taking turns . . .

“You must be Johnny,” she said, interrupting my daydream. “Come in.”

I nodded, following her into the room. Four other sets of eyes followed me as I came in. Stephanie, the bassist Ginger, the guitarist Elle, and someone I didn’t recognize stopped talking as Zaide shut the door behind me.

“This is Stephanie,” Zaide started introductions. I pretended like I didn’t know already. “This is Ginger, Elle, and Stephanie’s sister, Nichole. She doesn’t play; she’s kind of our manager. Not that we need one yet.”

“Nice to meet all of you,” I said, not smiling. My eyes bored into Stephanie’s, and she shifted. I was making her uncomfortable. Good. Her short skirt showcased her legs for miles, and her shirt was see-through and sexy. “I’m Johnny. I’m here for The Outrigger. I just wanted to see you in action.”

Stephanie stepped forward and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.” I didn’t miss that she held onto my hand for a beat too long, or the look in her eyes as she took in the tattoos scrolling down my arms and peeking out of the collar of my shirt.

I smirked at her. Oh yeah. Just as I thought, she wanted me. It was either the bad boy vibe or my irresistible charm. I almost laughed out loud at the thought.

“The pleasure is mine,” I said in my best bedroom voice. She smelled like something delectable, and I wished the room was empty so I could fill her with myself before she went on the stage. “I have to admit I’m not much of a country fan, but we have a good following at The Outrigger.”

Nichole laughed, turning my attention to her. Damn, she was hot, too. The rest of the girls watched me, interest in their eyes. I’d never had an entire band before, but hell, there was a first time for everything, right? “Then you’ve never seen them,” she said, jutting her chin out.

I pictured coming into the room after the show to congratulate them on a job well done and seeing them all in here naked, ready for me. The mere thought of it had me stirring in my pants.

Clearing my throat, I headed back for the door. “See you out there, girls. Break a leg.” I gave one more long look at Stephanie before shutting the door behind me. For whatever reason I’d decided before I even came here tonight she was the one I wanted, so I had to get to her now.

“You were fucking smoking hot up there,” I said to Stephanie. I’d had a few too many drinks, but I was telling the truth. I hated country, but damn if she couldn’t convert me. The last hour of listening to her belt out lyrics and dance around the stage had gotten to me.

She blinked her large eyes at me, sipping whatever fruity drink she liked. “Thanks. I’m glad you’re enjoying the show.” She wrapped her tongue around the small straw and stared directly at me. Did she know what she was doing? Did she realize what kind of show I wanted?

“I am,” I said, pulling from what might be my tenth beer tonight. If I didn’t end up going with her somewhere, I was going to have to call a cab. I moved in just a hair closer to her, and I heard a small gasp. I smirked at her and leaned close enough to smell the alcohol on her breath. I could see the other girls watching us, but that was okay. They could get in on the action, too.

“I’d like a different show with your panties in my pocket and you dripping wet,” I said into her ear. Stephanie dropped the cup, splashing what was left of her drink on both of our feet. But it didn’t matter because neither of us moved. I watched as her chest heaved with the increase in breathing. I had her. I knew it.

“What kind of panties are you wearing?” I pulled her body to mine until she was standing in between my legs. I snaked my hands around her, resting them just a little too low to be appropriate. She rested her hands on my biceps, her mouth in a small O as she registered my words. I imagined it around my . . .

Stephanie smiled. “What if I said I wasn’t wearing any?” Hell yeah. I liked this girl. She was ready to play.

I looked around quickly. Her band mates had moved away to the dance floor, leaving us alone. She had another fifteen minutes before she went back on. “Want to go back to the room? Or dance?”

Her brain warred with my options. She knew what going back to the room meant. What she didn’t know was I could do many things to her while we danced, also. There was hardly any light over the floor, and I knew just how to use it to my advantage.

“You have a boyfriend? Fiancé, anything?” I might’ve been an asshole, but I wasn’t a home wrecker.

She shook her head, biting her lip in between her teeth. She was conflicted.

“Let’s go dance.” I had every intention of making her horny as hell on this dance floor and making her think of me the entire last hour she played.

The crowd sucked us in as we made our way onto the dance floor. Even though it was country and some were line dancing, there were just as many that were pressed up against each other.

I pressed her body to mine, my hand on her lower back holding her to me. God, she was gorgeous. “I want to fuck you, and hard,” I said into her ear. She gasped again, sending arousal straight to my groin. “I want to bury my fingers in your pussy until you come and then give you what you really want—my cock.”

Stephanie didn’t say a word, but she reached in between us and stroked me over my jeans. Fuck yeah. I didn’t wait one more second. I crashed my lips to hers. She whimpered, hesitating just a fraction of a second before continuing caressing me while her tongue danced with mine. We were pressed so close together no one would be able to see what she was doing, but shit did I want to yank up her skirt and give everyone a real eye full.

I pulled back, putting my lips to her ear. “I can be really fucking quick, baby,” I whispered. “You going to go back on the stage satisfied or horny?”

The little vixen licked her lips. “I have a room. Come back with me after the show. As much as I want you, I’m going to want a whole lot more than five minutes.”

“You can have as long as you want,” I growled, biting her lip. “Just so you know, though, it’s just a hookup.”

She nodded. “Got it.”

The song stopped, and a voice announced that the band would be getting back on stage in five minutes.

“Time to go,” Nichole grabbed Stephanie’s arm, eyeing me suspiciously.

“I’ll be watching you, knowing you’re wet for me,” I whispered before letting her go.

I watched her until she disappeared with the other girls down the hall. Turning back, I went to find myself a perch at the bar when I met the angry eyes of Bex. I stopped, my erection straining against my pants. She was wearing the tightest jeans I’d ever seen and a belly shirt.