I thrust in, and her shoulders press against the mirror as she takes me. Then I feel her pussy contract and nearly lose it myself. I still and lift her up, not wanting her to bang against the mirror when I lose control.

I thrust in again, the feeling better than I ever remember as my cock rolls across the wet, velvety skin inside her.

“Feels so good,” I say, clutching onto her as my mouth opens and makes its way to her neck again.

“Yes, so good. So—” She gasps when I lift her up and take her tit in my mouth as I thrust into her. She gives it right back, holding me as she bounces up and down on my cock until she cries out and bites my shoulder.

Her muscles ripple against my cock, her warmth increases, and she is wetter than before. I take advantage, pounding into her as she cries out my name again.

I’m on the edge again, so ready to fill her up with my come, but I want to stay this fucking way.

“Lips,” I grunt, and she gives ’em to me without hesitation.

I kiss her as I knead away at the hottest little ass in the world. I then walk out of the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed, keeping her wrapped around me. Her hips rotate as she runs her hands through my hair, licking deep inside my mouth.

I lie back and roll over, still buried in her. Then I take her hands from my hair and hold them high above her head as I kiss her mouth, cheek, jaw, neck, and shoulders. Holding myself over her, my hand restraining hers, I begin to rock again.

“Rock with me, baby.”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “So good.”

“Yeah. Hell, yeah.” The burn intensifies. “I’m gonna come.” I thrust faster and harder, her hips meeting mine, my balls slapping against her hot ass over and over.

“Oh, God,” she cries, and I can’t take it anymore.

My cock jerks, her pussy pulsates, and then I twitch and fire off inside of her again and again.

“Fuck!” I roar as I crash down on her, still coming.

Afterward, I roll to my back, bringing her with me. “Damn.”

“Damn,” she says, wrapping around me tighter.

We stay that way, apparently falling asleep. When I wake up, I am still inside her and a bit sticky. I watch her, still clinging to me, one hand in my hair, the other on my abs, her head on my chest.

The curve of her naked breast has me getting worked up again. I feel the blood flowing to my cock, making it grow inside of her. I have never had that happen, and it’s another thing I would make damn sure happened again. Waking up inside her is heaven.

I briefly allow myself to think about what will happen in October when the tour is over. Will she go back to Ohio?

She sighs as if she is subconsciously dreading the thought of that, too. Her eyes begin to flutter, and she finally opens her eyes.

“Hi.”

I nudge her. “Best high there is.”

“Oh … wow… your—”

“Gonna have to have you again before you kick me out of here so you can get some sleep.”

When I press my lips to hers and roll us so she’s on her back again, her legs fall apart without prompting as she stretches around my growing erection.

“I want you wet and hot,” I tell her as I bow down and grab one of her breasts in my mouth and nip at her nipple before pulling it.

“I’m there,” she moans, her hands in my hair again.

***

We are sitting around the table in Memphis and Tally’s room when she walks in, and I nearly fucking explode in my pants.

She’s wearing a white, flowing sundress; a pair of brown cowgirl boots; a denim jacket; and her hair is fucking gorgeous. Soft curls I want in my hands are flowing down, not in a tight-ass bun.

A whistle comes out loud and clear.

“Hot damn, who is the new girl?” River lays it on thick.

I grip the side of my chair so I don’t come out of it and avoid looking at him. Then I see Billy who has the no-shit look on his face. Even Memphis looks at Tally, and I know it’s to avoid giving Sonya the same fuck me eyes they all are.

“You look freaking stunning,” Tally says as she stands up, gives her a hug, and then goes to pour her a cup of coffee.

“Have a seat.” Nick pats the seat next to his.

“This one’s free, too,” I say, kicking out the chair next to me.

She looks at me as her cheeks burn bright red, then glances back down. When Tally sets the cup in front of the chair between her and Nick, she looks up at me again. I hate the internal struggle, so I give her a wink, hoping it settles her.

She sits down and pulls a laptop from her bag, then sets it on the table. Next comes an iPad and two smart phones.

Tally looks overwhelmed. “All of that is for this?”

“Yes. I have the logins for the social media pages that the four of them created, and it’s easier to manage them all separately to keep from crossing their personalities when reposting and responding, basically interacting with the world.”

“What’s my personality?” River asks, leaning in.

“You have less of a filter,” she says quietly.

“And me?” Billy asks.

“More sophisticated.”

“How about me?” Memphis questions.

“You have a better filter than River’s and would be far less likely to respond to the female fans. Actually, I hope Tally can help me out and take over yours until you feel comfortable reposting, thanking, and interacting with the people who fall in love with your”—she pauses—“kind of rock.”

“What about Finn?” River asks.

She looks up, then back down and shakes her head. “Pensive. More about the music and less about the buzz.”

“Pensive? Meaning asshole?” River laughs.

“No, of course not,” she says quickly and looks at me. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I’d say you nailed it.” I nod and look down.

“I’m glad you think so,” she says in a sweet as hell voice, and I look up. I can’t help smiling, but I need to reel it in.

“Breakfast coming anytime soon? I’m starving.”

Nick stands up. “It’s on its way. We have a decision to make, and it needs to happen now. We have a show tomorrow.”

“I say the twins,” River jumps right in.

“They’re country,” Nick states. “Hot, but country.”

“I heard some rock in there,” he interjects.

Nick looks around. “Anyone else want the twins?”

Sonya’s eyes catch mine, and I shake my head, so she looks around at the others.

“Look, they’re really, really, really fucking good,” River says.

“You fucked ’em?” I ask, knowing damn well he did.

“Their talents are undeniable. I’m telling you, Nick, they are—”

“Answer Finn’s question,” Nick says, trying not to laugh at the fool.

“Nick, their Southern hospitality is fucking incredible.”

“What about the Black Knights?” Memphis says. “They’ve got their shit together. Tight-ass band.”

“Just so we’re clear, the twins?” River.

“Not happening,” Nick says.

“Fine”—River scowls—“but they get VIP tickets tomorrow night.”

“Fine.” Nick rolls his eyes. “Back to—”

“Tainted Knights, not Black.” Sonya turns her laptop. “They already have a female manager—”

“That’s a hang-up of yours, huh?” Memphis asks. “You like that women’s lib shit.”

“I have a large female following myself, so yes, I like to tap into that,” she answers.

“But they’re not a female group,” River adds.

“No, they aren’t, but they are young, good-looking, and have a great social following. They’re from Bristol, Tennessee, the only out of area band here. They traveled a long way for this. And they have a manager, a woman named Emmie Armstrong. Jace is on vocals; Gray, vocals and guitar; Kale on drums; Tate, or Sin as they call him, is bass; and Cash is on keys, vocals, and bass. Six people strong and they already have a social media presence.” She looks up at us then smiles. “I know music is your thing, but causing a buzz is mine, and they would make my job a lot easier.”

“They have a great look, too,” Nick adds. “What do you say?”