Stay With Me_Taphouse Blues Series_Bk 1

by Heather Lyn

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  “Drew, my man,” I greet, strolling out to my truck. I told Lindsey I needed to grab something, but really I want to get her car fixed without her knowing. She’ll be mad when she finds out, but I don’t want her worrying about something else on top of the case.

  “Walker, how you doing, fucker?” Drew drawls, laughter in his voice.

  “Well, I’d like to say I’m good, but shit’s rough at the moment.”

  “Yeah, Jace told me about Lindsey. Real sorry to hear about that crap.”

  “Thanks. Listen, there any way I could get a favor from you?”

  “Absolutely. What can I do?”

  Leaning against the tailgate, I tell him that I need new tires for my girl’s car, but I want him to bill me. He laughs but agrees, promising to call me tomorrow when they come in.

  When I get back inside, Lindsey’s waiting for me at the door, and I think I’m caught until she starts screeching.

  “You are never gonna believe this shit, Brody!”

  I raise my eyebrows. “You okay, Linds?”

  “No. No, I am not okay! You’ll never believe this. My stupid sister neglected to tell me that she had an extra ticket tomorrow night for one of my favorite bands, and she’s taking some chick from the salon with her. Oh, I’m so furious I could kick her.”

  Shaking my head, I laugh as I step forward to kiss her.

  “I’m sure if she knew how upset you were, she’d take you instead.”

  “She knows how upset I am. Trust me.”

  Lindsey storms to the kitchen and I follow, shoving my hands in my pockets as I go. “Well, why don’t we try to get a couple? I’m sure someone is selling a pair.”

  “Oh please. It’s sold out, has been for like months. Dark Roads is only one of the hottest bands in the country right now.”

  “Dark Roads?”

  “Yeah. I love them, and Blair is a twat face.”

  “Twat face?” Laughing, I head over to the fridge to grab a water. As I unscrew the cap, Lindsey rolls her eyes at me.

  “Stop laughing. This is serious.”

  “I see that. I mean, I can always call Cooper and see if—”

  “Cooper? Cooper Hall?”

  “Yeah, Coop. Anyway, I can see if they can help us out.”

  “Sure. You’ll just scroll through your phone and find the number to one of the biggest musicians in all of Nashville and he’ll just answer like he knows you. Okay, sure.”

  “Linds, I’m completely serious. I know him.”

  “Okay, smartass. Call him. Right now. I dare you.” Linds raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest. Forcing myself to not notice how gorgeous her chest looks pushed against her arms, I pull my cell out and after finding his name, I hit Call.

  “It’s ringing,” I tell her, holding the phone to my ear.

  “Uh-huh, sure.”

  The other line picks up. “Hello?”

  “Cooper Hall, how the hell are you, man? It’s Brody Walker.”

  “Brody fucking Walker. What’s happening, buddy?”

  “Not too much. Listen, I know it’s been a while, but I was wondering if there was any way you could score me and my girl some tickets for tomorrow night?”

  Lindsey’s eyes are narrowed at me, so I pull my phone away from my ear and switch to speakerphone, Cooper’s deep voice loudly coming through.

  “Fuck, I wish you’d called me earlier. We just gave away our last pair of backstage passes to the local radio for a meet and greet.”

  Lindsey’s eyes are the size of saucers, and she’s looking at me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen.

  “No worries, man. Lindsey just found out about the concert and was bummed she couldn’t get tickets.”

  “Listen, you still got that bar downtown?”

  “You know it.”

  “Okay, let me talk to the guys, but we could always use a few beers. And from what I remember, that was the best place in town to grab a burger.”

  “Damn right it is.”

  Taking the phone off speaker, I press it back to my ear and lean over to kiss Lindsey’s cheek. She tries to grab my phone so she can hear what Cooper’s saying, but I step back and rush to the bedroom.

  “What do you have up your sleeve, Hall?”

  “I’m thinking that maybe we should drop by. It’d be good to see you, man. Plus we’ve been pretty nonstop these last couple weeks and could use a break.”

  “Well, drinks are on the house. Should I clear out a corner for some live entertainment?”

  “You know it, Brody. See you tonight.”

  Cooper ends the call and I turn around to find Lindsey behind me. I give her a wry grin and she shakes her head. “I can’t believe you know Cooper Hall. He’s the best drummer in the world. Do you know the entire band?”

  “Sure do.”

  “And when were you going to tell me you were friends with a famous band?”

  “I don’t know, never really thought about it, to be honest. They came into Walker’s years ago when my bar was barely holding itself together. They were the only ones in the bar, except for like two people. Nobody even noticed them. I recognized Chris Hines first and almost died when I realized that my little old bar had four of the biggest names in country in it. But they’re all super down to earth. Coop and I’ve kept in touch over the years.”

  With a loud laugh, Linds rushes me and jumps into my arms, legs tight around my waist. Gripping her ass, I spin us around and drop her onto the bed, crawling up to settle myself between her legs.

  “What?” I ask, kissing her deeply until she pants against my lips.

  “I get to meet Dark Roads,” she giggles, planting kisses along my jaw.

  “Mmhmm. That’s right, your boyfriend kinda fucking rocks, Linds.”

  “Yeah, he really does.”

  Pulling back, her blonde hair scattered across the pillows, she smiles up at me and cups my face. I turn to kiss her palm and grin.

  “You’ll be there the whole time, right, Brody?”

  “Of course, babe. Why wouldn’t I?”

  Her expression turns sad before she does her best to hide it. “Just asking.”

  Pushing up onto my hands, I slide her over and lie down next to her. Lindsey tosses her leg over my hip and moves closer, resting her head on my arm under her.

  Guiding her eyes to me, I run my thumb down the side of her face.

  “What is it, Linds?”

  “I just… I don’t know. There isn’t exactly security at your bar, and they’re huge. What if a ton of people follow them? We don’t know who’s been doing everything to me. And we don’t know if he’s dangerous, and if there’re too many people, you could get separated and—”

  Lindsey breaks off as tears begin to shine in her eyes and I pull her close, hushing her quietly. “Baby, listen. I promise you are safe with me. Always. Nothing will happen as long as I’m there. And I’ll keep you behind the bar with me, if you want. Nobody can get back there and yeah, there might be a lot of people, but you’ll be safe. I swear to God, Linds.”

  “Okay,” she whispers.

  I hold her for a few minutes more, and she finally settles down. My eyes start closing. I got no sleep yesterday, sitting up most of the night with Lindsey asleep at my side. This overwhelming need to protect her is completely consuming me. I hate that she’s scared to go out to my bar for a few hours, worried something will happen. But as my exhaustion hits, I know I’m unable to fight sleep this time. Besides, it’s gonna be a late night. May as well sleep for a few minutes.

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  “Brody!”

  Jarring awake, my eyes pop open and I look around the room. It’s dark and I’m alone in the center of the bed. The smell of something has my stomach growling loudly, and I peel back the blankets to go in search of the culprit. Glancing at the clock on my bedroom wall, I notice it’s just after five at night. Jesus, I guess I more than dozed off. I slept six fucking hours.

  Making my way to the kitc
hen, I find Lindsey stirring something on the stove that smells amazing, the small table set.

  “Hey, you,” I rasp, wiping sleep from my eyes and scrubbing my hands over my face.

  “Well, if it isn’t Sleeping Beauty. You feel better, Brody?”

  “Yeah, I slept like shit last night. That felt good.” Sidling up behind her, I wrap my arms loosely around her thin waist and pull her back to my chest, burying my face in her soft hair.

  “I’m glad.”

  “What’s that?” I ask, resting my chin on her shoulder.

  “My mom’s chili. Want a taste? It’s almost done.”

  “Yes, please.”

  She holds a spoon up and I close my mouth around it, immediately in heaven.

  “Fuck, that’s good.”

  “I know, right? My mom makes it all the time. My dad says it’s a necessary staple to his diet. She jokes that his extra pounds disagree.”

  Laughing, I kiss her cheek and head over to the fridge to grab a drink.

  “So, what time do we need to be at the bar?”

  I shrug nonchalantly. “I thought around six or so. Nate’s shift was supposed to start at five, but there’s another bartender in tonight. I’m only going in to cover part of what was supposed to be Nate’s shift.”

  “Sounds good. Why don’t you eat? I’m gonna get changed, okay?”

  “Okay. Hurry up, I don’t want to eat without you.”

  “Five minutes.” She rushes from the room and I chuckle.

  Grabbing one of the empty bowls, I load it up and grab another water. Sitting down, I start shoveling food into my mouth and groan at how good it is. Fucking hell, I not only have the most beautiful woman in Tennessee, but she also cooks as good as my momma.

  But if anyone needs me to say that on record, I’m pleading the fifth.

  I’m finishing my first helping when Lindsey comes walking back into the kitchen wearing a tight pair of jeans, a white wife-beater and a pair of worn cowboy boots. I’m pretty sure my tongue hits the floor.

  “Fuck,” I mutter, running my tongue over my bottom lip as I watch her ass sway back and forth, fighting the urge to literally rip the clothes from her body and bury myself inside her.

  “You’re such a man.”

  “I’m sorry, but I appreciate the way those jeans look on you.”

  “Okay, caveman. Now go shower, you stink,” she jokes, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

  Pushing the bowl to the side, I take the three steps to where she stands and cage her in against the counter.

  “I don’t think so, Linds. I showered early this morning, and I caught you smelling me more than once when you woke up.” I grab her thighs and hoist her up, sitting her down on top of the counter.

  “You think you’re so smart, don’t you,” she says, pushing against my chest when I wrap my arms around her waist. Though she quits fighting me when my hardening cock presses right where I know she likes me best. “Shit.”

  “What was that?” I laugh, running my lips across her exposed shoulder and over to the other side. Her skin pebbles with goose bumps and she shivers when I run my nose over her breast, inhaling the scent of her skin.

  “Kiss me.”

  “Gladly.” I take her mouth in a passionate kiss, groaning against her lips when she opens, tongue invading and swirling with mine. Lindsey tightens her legs around my waist when I thrust my hips against hers, then breaks the kiss, tossing her head back on a loud moan.

  “Guess we’ll be late tonight,” I joke, expecting her to tell me to fuck off. Instead, she presses against my chest and hops down from the counter. Grabbing my wrists, she places my hands on top of the counter and looks at me with mischief in her eyes.

  “Don’t move your hands.”

  Before I can say anything, she drops to her knees in front of me, fingers pulling at the button on my jeans. Eyes shut, I grit my teeth when her fingers slide under the waistband, yanking them down to my knees. Her hot tongue traces against the damp material of my boxer briefs, my cock completely hard and aching to be inside her.

  “Linds.”

  Pulling my underwear down, she takes only the tiniest bit of mercy on me, her small hand wrapping around the base of my dick. She gently runs her hand up and down, and I open my eyes in time to see her lick the bead of precum running down. My entire body heaves with a shudder, and my head hangs below my shoulders.

  “Feel good?”

  “You fucking know it does. You finished playing yet, baby?”

  “I’m just getting started, Walker.”

  “Shit.”

  Stroking faster, Lindsey takes my length into her mouth, sucking hard on each pull, and I groan loudly, my entire body wrapped in pleasure. Every time, she makes sure to tease the tip with her wicked tongue, playing with the metal piercing. Her free hand grips my thigh, nails digging into the skin. I tangle a hand in her hair and she stops.

  “Linds, what the fuck, baby?”

  “Hands. On. The. Counter.” Her voice is strong and filled with lust. Nodding, I remove my hand from her hair and place it back where she wants it. She resumes her ministrations, and I’m right back on the brink of orgasm in moments.

  Closing my eyes, I fight the urge to pump my hips and bury myself in her throat on each pass, wanting her to be the one to control this. Who am I kidding? Lindsey has me, literally and completely, in the palm of her hand, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

  I hear her fumbling around beneath me, her mouth leaving my cock as her fist begins pumping faster. Sweat breaks out over my skin and my arms shake, barely holding my body upright. I’ve never in my life had such an intense blow job, and Lindsey is fucking wrecking me.

  “How bad do you want me, Brody?”

  “I think you can tell,” I grumble, opening my eyes to watch her toy with me.

  “Tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing, okay?”

  “Nothing you could do wouldn’t be okay.”

  Lindsey takes me back into her hot mouth and I moan, head falling back. Keeping my eyes on the ceiling, I thrust my hips gently and she doesn’t stop me. I’m so lost in the pleasure she’s giving me that I almost miss her hands coming around to rest on my ass, squeezing tightly. Not caring, I close my eyes once more, my orgasm creeping up on me.

  My eyes widen when she runs a hand gently down my crack, fingers gently skirting over the part of my body that nobody, not even a medical professional, has touched.

  “Lindsey,” I breathe, chest heaving with anticipation. In that moment, I fucking know exactly what she wants to do, and I look down at her and nod, my silent approval. I’ve never had any interest in this type of thing, and yet in this moment I do. Because I trust her fully, and I know she’s about to ruin me for anything else.

  Closing my eyes when her fingers return, this time I notice that they feel wet and I realize she must’ve grabbed the bottle of olive oil I saw on the counter earlier. Linds takes me deep in her throat as one of her fingers seeks entrance. The noise that comes out of me sounds inhuman, but I don’t care. The second her finger breaches me, my fingers dig into the counter top and I thrust my hips, my muscles tensing as I moan out her name.

  “Fuck, baby. Feels fucking amazing.”

  She groans around my cock, the vibrations almost my undoing, as she works her finger in and out at a steady pace until it’s in all the way. Legs shaking, I pump my hips, making sure not to go too fast or hard, and she adds a second finger next to the first.

  Curse words fly out of my mouth, grunting and groaning louder than I ever have and not giving a fuck, too lost in the pleasure. Her fingers curl inside of me and I swear light flashes over my vision. My cock hardens almost painfully, and I know I’m leaking like a motherfucker into her mouth. I allow her to work me over with her mouth and fingers for only a few minutes more before I step back, almost crying at the loss of her touch.

  Grabbing her under the arms, I pick her up and put her on the counter. Ripping her boots and jeans down, I tear her
tiny scrap of underwear from her body and she spreads her legs, pussy fucking glistening for me. I want nothing more than to feast on her for hours, but I don’t. My eyes dart around the room, and she seems to know exactly what I need. Reaching behind her, she grabs a condom I never noticed and rips it open, making quick work of rolling it down my aching shaft.

  Eyes locked on her, I grip her waist and lift her, never looking away as I lower her onto my cock, Lindsey crying out my name loudly. Gritting my teeth, I fight the urge to instantly come, but the way she’s gripping me, I know this doesn’t need to be long.

  With short and hard thrusts, I bounce her up and down on my cock. Grunting with each thrust, she squeezes me impossibly tighter and I know she’s about to come. Picking up the pace, I wrap one arm around her waist and move my hips faster.

  “Oh, fuck, Brody.”

  “Good, baby?”

  “I’m coming,” she moans, head falling back. Wetness is dripping down my shaft and onto my balls, and I bury my face in her neck to muffle my hoarse shout as I begin to come. Lazily thrusting through my release, I stumble to the counter, still inside her as we both come down from our climaxes.

  Shakily, I brush her hair from her face and chuckle when she looks at the mess we made.

  “Well, I guess I do need to take a shower now, huh?”

  “I told you. You stink.”

  “Your fault,” I laugh, kissing her softly.

  Eventually we do make it to the shower, somehow managing to keep our hands to one another. But I know for sure that after the experience we just had, this girl is it for me.

  I may not be in love with her, but I know it’s only a matter of time.

  Lindsey Taylor is everything I didn’t know I wanted.

  And more.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lindsey

  “Hey, I’m Evan Foster. It’s so nice to meet you.”

  I can’t keep the shit-eating grin off my face as I shake hands with the hot-as-hell bass player of Dark Roads. The band got here about five minutes ago and are currently introducing themselves to me while I try my hardest to keep my fangirling to a minimum.

  “I’m Lindsey.” As I shake his rough, calloused hand, his bright blue eyes completely draw me in, and Brody clears his throat, making me jump, trying hard not to laugh. “Sorry.”