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

by Jade Allen

  "I guess that means we have a little bit of time on our hands. Let's take a walk."

  "A walk?" she asked, her hand coming up to cup the back of Damian's head as the tip of his tongue played across the curve of her neck and shoulder.

  When Remy first pressed her to the wall she had felt the eyes of everyone in the bar on them, but now that Patrick was in full diva mode she probably could have taken off all of her clothes right then and no one would have noticed. No one, of course, but the two men she very much wanted to notice her naked.

  "Mmm-hmmm," Damian murmured affirmatively, "That field across the street backs right up to Remy's ranch. I've walked through it a thousand times."

  Nixie leaned her head back to afford Damian better access to her neck and bent her knees slightly so she could stroke her body against him. Remy's hands were still gripping her hips and she felt his thumbs massaging in circles into the front of her pelvis.

  "Is Remy coming with us?" she asked breathlessly.

  Damian let out a soft, short laugh and kissed her shoulder.

  "Why don't we let Remy stay here and keep an eye on Patrick there while he regales the bar with a few more numbers?"

  Nixie nodded and Remy leaned forward to catch her mouth with his, slipping his tongue between her lips again. She wrapped her free hand around the back of his head so that she held both men, her body closed tightly between them.

  When the kiss ended, Remy backed away from them and Damian led her out of the front door of the bar. The glow of the neon sign made shadows on the ground but it offered just enough light that she could see the edge of a field stretching into the darkness across the street.

  Damian held her hand as he led her across the street and into the grass.

  "Why is there a bar across the street from a ranch?" she asked, trying to navigate the grass but having a difficult time in her spiked heels.

  "The ranch was here long before the bar was," Damian answered, walking calmly and securely across the field, "Some kin to Remy started a tavern here more than a hundred years ago, then once the travelers stopped staying there, they turned it into a bar."

  She nodded and the gesture took her concentration away from walking enough that one heel sank into the ground and she stumbled. Her hand grabbed for Damian and he caught her, sweeping her up into his arms so that he cradled her against his chest. She squealed and he gave a deep laugh before taking off at a faster pace into the darkness of the field.

  They had gone on for a few more minutes when Nixie noticed the dark outline of a barn ahead of them. Damian carried her to it, releasing the arm that supported her back long enough to open the door and carry her inside. The interior of the barn smelled sweet and earthy, and provided a barrier from the chilly breeze outside. Damian reached beside them to touch the wall and she saw an electric lantern turn on so it filled the space with a warm, comforting glow.

  He carried her a few more steps forward and then she felt the strong support beneath her disappear as he tossed her forward. She let out a short scream, but a second later she landed in a deep, soft pile of hay.

  ****

  Damian crossed to one of the stalls along the wall and took a blanket from where it was draped over the gate. He carried it over to the hay and spread it out beside her, and then reached for her hand.

  Nixie rested her fingers across his palm and let Damian pull her to her feet with a hard enough tug that her breasts crushed into his chest and her breath caught in her throat.

  "Where are all the animals?" she asked.

  She felt his hand come to the zipper at the back of her dress and start to ease it down.

  "In a different barn. It's just us."

  The zipper went all the way to the bottom of the dress, allowing him to release it into two pieces and peel it away from her. He groaned when he saw her black mesh bra, matching panties, and the garter belt holding up her fishnets. She had worn the lingerie hoping it would make her feel better about herself as she faced down the embarrassment of being in the same bar as the party earlier, but she was much happier with the function they were serving now as Damian lowered to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her breasts.

  His tongue slid across her skin and Nixie gasped, arching her back slightly to press into the feeling. The air in the barn was still cool and the contrast with his warm, damp breath along the middle of her soft stomach as he eased his way down made her shiver. Damian dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel, working his way gradually down her body as his fingers moved to the buckles on her shoes to release them and pull the heels off of her feet.

  His mouth had come to the waistband of her garter belt and he traced it with the tip of his tongue as he unhooked the garters from the tops of her hose and eased the belt down her hips and onto the ground. Hooking his fingers in the tops of the thigh highs, he rolled them down her legs and let them join the rest of her clothing.

  She felt his breath on her core and suddenly his mouth closed on the front of her panties, sucking on her gently through the mesh fabric. He continued the tender torment as his hands ran up her back to the fastening of her bra. With a single flick of his fingers it opened and she moved her arms to let it fall away from her body. Suddenly she was in nothing but the scrap of her panties and Damian hadn't even taken off his boots.

  "Hold on, cowboy," she said, easing his head away from her so that he looked up at her, "Aren't you going to take anything off?"

  He smiled at her and let his hands travel down her body, moving slowly as if luxuriating in all of her soft curves and swells. His head shook from side to side and he dipped forward to kiss her stomach again.

  "I want to see all of you," he said, his voice low and raspy with arousal.

  "I want to see all of you, too."

  He guided her back, crawling forward with her a few steps before pushing her so that she tumbled down onto the blanket.

  "Me first."

  "You certainly are spoiled," she said teasingly as he crawled forward until he hovered over her.

  "I'm an only child," he said.

  "So you don't share very well?"

  He got a devilish glint in his eye and bit his bottom lip.

  "Oh, I share extremely well," he said, sitting back on his knees and taking the sides of her panties in his fingers, "especially with my very favorite playmates."

  Nixie felt him pull the last of her clothing off of her and toss it away, leaving her completely bare in front of him and craving him like she had never craved anything in her life.

  "How do you like to play?" she asked.

  Damian growled low in his throat and flipped her onto her stomach. Nixie gasped and looked back over her shoulder to watch him lick from the small of her back up to the base of her neck as he used one hand to part her thighs and push her leg up so her knee bent and tucked up against her side. He moved his body down and a second later she felt his tongue flick across her core, teasing through the folds to bring her taut, sensitive nub forward.

  Nixie buried her face in the blanket to muffle her cries and Damian continued, swirling his tongue along her until her hips bucked involuntarily against his mouth. His teeth nipped at her thigh before his tongue delved into her, wrenching a scream from her chest. She heard the sound of a belt buckle being released and boots hitting the floor. Her hips rolled as Damian continued to lick and suck her, bringing her so close to the edge that she was gasping for breath when she felt him move away from her.

  A moan poured from her lips as one hand pressed into her thigh and the tip of his erection stroked against her, nudging her closer to climax. She pressed her hips back, trying to will him to enter her, and he complied, sinking into her in one smooth thrust.

  Nixie was so enraptured with the feeling of being filled so completely that she barely noticed the shift in the blanket beneath her as someone came to kneel in front of her. She gasped as a hand slipped under her chest and lifted her so that she came up on her hands. Damian was on his knees in front of her,
his fully engorged cock standing out from his unzipped fly.

  Her head snapped around to look over her shoulder and she saw Remy behind her, his hips rolling slowly to sink into her deeper with each stroke. Nixie pulled herself up onto her knees so that she leaned back against Remy and turned her head to kiss him. The kiss seemed to spur him on and his pace increased. Without taking her mouth from Remy's, Nixie reached forward for Damian.

  When she felt the fabric of his shirt touch her hand, she turned to him and started unbuttoning the buttons, keeping her back arched so that Remy stayed deep inside her.

  "I told you that I share very well," Damian said as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders.

  "Good boy," she said breathlessly, pulling him forward into a kiss.

  Nixie wrapped her hand around Damian's erection and began to stroke him to match Remy's rhythm, reaching back with her free hand to hold onto Remy's thigh. She could felt Damian's hands pushing his pants away and soon she had both beautiful cowboys naked and pressed close to her.

  Damian rested his hands on her hips and drew her forward toward him. She gave herself over to them, allowing them to move her as they wanted to. He eased her away from Remy so that he withdrew from her body.

  "Lay down," he whispered.

  Nixie settled onto her hip and lay back, letting Remy guide her so that her head rested on his thigh where it connected with his hip. Damian parted her thighs and draped them over his own, lifting her hips up so that he plunged into her. Nixie cried out and he replied with a harder thrust, causing her to arch higher.

  Remy's hand came to the side of her face and he stroked her cheek for a few seconds before guiding her head to the side toward his erection. She opened her mouth and let it glide against his length, her tongue tracing the veins and ridges until she reached the head. Grasping the base of his shaft with one hand, she lifted her head enough to slide him in across her tongue. He tucked his hand behind her head to support it as she let his cock slip out of her mouth so that she could continue licking around the head and back down. Like she had with Damian, she grasped Remy's shaft tightly and mimicked Damian's thrusts so that the three of them moved in the same rhythm together.

  Remy leaned down to kiss her as he slid his hand down over one breast, along her stomach, and to the apex of her thighs. His fingers slipped over her peak and she drew in a breath, her head falling away from his for a moment before she lifted it again to kiss him with greater intensity.

  As if they had choreographed it, both men suddenly moved. Damian withdrew from her and moved to her side while Remy held her head up off his lap and eased himself around to her other side. She felt him push gently on her shoulder so that she curled over onto her hip and he tucked forward to mold his body to hers. Remy's hand came between her knees and he pulled her top leg up and back so that it draped over his, allowing him to enter her again.

  This new position afforded Damian an unobstructed view of her and he watched hungrily for a few seconds before leading her head toward him so that she took his shaft in her mouth. Nixie whimpered, nearly overwhelmed by the pure, unrelenting pleasure of both men worshipping her body and allowing her to worship theirs. The harder Remy thrust into her, the hungrier she became and she soothed that hunger by sucking Damian deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip of his erection and gathering the drops of salty-sweet fluid that formed there.

  It was the perfect balance, an extraordinary sense of completeness and fulfillment she had never experienced. Remy's hand cupped her breast, both kneading into it and using it for leverage as he pounded into her. She reached back to grab his hip, keeping them tightly connected in a way that allowed him to increase his speed and pressure. Damian completed the circle, letting his hand trail down her stomach before his fingertips touched her swollen bud, applying just enough pressure that within seconds she crashed into an all-consuming climax.

  Her body shuddered with the tremors that rocked through her and she opened her mouth further, allowing Damian to thrust into her throat several deep times before his body tightened and he growled with release. At the same second Remy grunted and bit down into her shoulder to muffle his own sounds as he spilled into her. Nixie moaned as the boys filled her, both clutching at her and gasping for breath as she swallowed deeply to pull Damian in further and milked Remy with the final tremors of her climax.

  Finally the three collapsed onto the blanket together and Nixie entangled herself in both of her boys, cuddling back into Remy's body while draping an arm and a leg over Damian. She kissed both of them and they nuzzled her, their hands stroking tenderly along her body as they all cooled and relaxed.

  "So how many times have you done that before?" she asked when she finally felt like she could speak again.

  "Never," Damian replied and she felt Remy shake his head in confirmation.

  "Really?"

  Remy kissed her shoulder.

  "Really."

  "Are you going to do it again?"

  "With you?" Remy asked.

  Nixie nodded and saw Damian grin, those craving-inducing eyes flickering to Remy over her shoulder and then back to her.

  "Absolutely," he said, leaning forward to kiss her.

  ****

  A week later, Nixie sat on her usual stool, watching Patrick try to master a pink and blue princess-themed cocktail that she felt was way too complicated considering it contained so many different types of liquor the person drinking it would have no idea what it looked like after one sip.

  "A literal roll in the hay?" he asked, dropping a cherry down into the drink and creating a murky-looking blend of colors. "Dammit."

  "Mmmmm," Nixie murmured her affirmation and took a long sip of the far-less complex drink in front of her.

  "How much tequila did you have exactly?"

  Nixie laughed.

  "Two shots. Trust me, I was fully cognizant of everything that was happening." She sighed, "Everything."

  Patrick started to say something, then looked down sharply, dropping several more cherries into the drink with quick succession. Nixie felt a kiss come to either side of her neck and reached up with both hands to touch Damian and Remy's faces.

  "Hi, boys," she said happily.

  Remy climbed up onto the stool beside her and Damian patted her hip until she got up and let him sit down so he could pull her down to sit between his legs.

  "Did you have a good ride, gentlemen?" Patrick asked and both of the guys laughed. Patrick reddened and struggled to come up with more words, "I mean on your horses. Your horses! You are cowboys, right? I mean… that's what cowboys do. You ride…horses. I'm going on break."

  They were still laughing as Patrick scurried away from the bar. Nixie intertwined her fingers with Remy's and turned to kiss Damian on the cheek, nestling back against him contentedly.

  "Hi, Nixie."

  A familiar voice broke the comfortable, happy moment. She turned to see Bryan standing a few feet away.

  "Hello, Bryan," she said icily.

  She held Remy's hand a little tighter and felt Damian tighten his grip on her protectively.

  "I see you still come here on Friday nights," he said awkwardly.

  As if you didn't know that and didn't come here the last two weeks expressly for that reason.

  "Every Friday," she confirmed.

  Bryan reddened slightly and he shifted uncomfortably.

  "Yeah," he said, "I heard. I wanted to say I'm sorry about the whole party thing last week. I should have picked a better place. Um, speaking of that… can I talk to you for a minute?"

  Nixie stared at him blankly. For the first time, she really felt nothing for him. There was no sadness, no anger, no frustration. She honestly hadn't thought about him for a single second in the last week and it was an amazing feeling.

  "Go ahead. Talk."

  Bryan shifted again, his expression becoming more and more agitated with each passing second. She could see his eyes jumping back and forth between her hips tucked between D
amian's thighs and her hand holding Remy's.

  "I've been thinking a lot about everything that happened and I…Do we really have to talk about this right here?"

  Nixie nodded.

  "Yes. I'm done doing things on your terms, Bryan. If you want to talk to me, it's going to be right here, right now."

  He gave a deep sigh.

  "Fine," he said, "The day after the party I found out that Angela has been sleeping with my best man."

  Nixie fought to withhold the triumphant laugh that was building in her chest.

  "That's so sad for you," she said, trying to sound as genuine as possible.

  "Yeah, well, it got me thinking. Maybe I was too quick about everything. I just got so wrapped up that I made a really stupid decision ending things with you the way I did and maybe we could have another chance."

  Both of the men holding her tensed, but Nixie rubbed their hard, jeans-covered thighs soothingly, her body already tingling at the thought of how those thighs felt without the jeans covering them. She gave each a deep, connecting kiss before turning back to Bryan with a smile

  "I'm sorry, Bryan, but that's just not going to happen. You see, while you thought you were celebrating finding 'the one', I was absolutely celebrating finding my two."

  THE END

  Seduced By The Rodeo Cowboy

  "Two eggs, side of ham, grits with sugar!" Elizabeth's shrill soprano came calling back to Lucy from the doorway. The girl was handing off a stack of dirty dishes to Joe, whose knees buckled under the weight of the enormous pile.

  "Got it!" Lucy grabbed the eggs and cracked them into the oiled skillet, then dipped the ham in butter and set it to frying. The kitchen was already too humid for sleeves, so she'd taken off her cook's apron and had on a dishwasher's, preferring to risk a grease burn rather than faint from heat stroke. She could hear the customers chattering on steadily, like a hive of happy bees. Fridays were always busy, even when it was this hot and most people would really rather have something at home; people couldn't resist their urge to gather together when there was a big event in town. Cowboy competitions never failed to bring in scores of individuals, young and old, eager to see the spectacle and fanfare the rodeo had become.