“I never slept with that woman from Tulsa,” he said as I tried to pull him in for a kiss.
I just wanted his lips on mine. “Shut up and get back down here.”
“I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to know me enough to recognize the truth and believe in me rather than in some tabloid report.”
“I know you wouldn’t turn your back on someone who could be carrying your child,” I said. It was true. He might be a man with a past, but the man standing in front of me was a good man, strong, honest and totally as in love as I was. “Now if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m going to--”
I didn’t have to finish the sentence because his lips were against mine in a heartbeat.
It was tender and hungry and so full of love I wanted to sink into it and stay there forever. But just as those thoughts crossed my mind, the dressing room door burst open and a cluster of men all talking at once flooded the small space.
Dex broke the kiss and glared at them.
It was his manager, his publicist, his agent, his producer and the President of his record label. They all looked like carbon copies of each other. Short, balding, dressed in dark slacks and blue button-up shirts.
“No, if we market him as a singer/songwriter, we can get more mileage,” his agent was saying. “And think about the royalties.”
“The test came back negative,” said his publicist. He’s not the daddy.”
“Let’s cast him as the singing cowboy. A balladeer,” said the producer.
“I want him in the studio first thing in the morning,” said the President of Dex’s label. “We’re going to release this as a single on Monday.”
“Get out,” Dex shouted over the top of them all. “Now.”
He herded all of them into the corridor. To the security guard standing outside, he said. “Don’t let anyone else in tonight. Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Wilder. Sure thing.”
Dex slammed the door and turned the lock.
I was laughing. “Dex. You’re going to get in trouble. Those were important people.”
He shook his head. “No. You’re important people.”
A shiver ran up my spine as he stalked towards me his eyes gone dark and deliciously dangerous. “And you’re mine.”
He leaned in and kissed me almost sweetly.
“Let’s go home.”
Chapter Ten
Flash bulbs greeted us when we emerged from Dex’s dressing room, but this time I hardly noticed. My body hummed with awareness and I could hardly wait to get back to the house. The security guard cleared a path for us and we made out way to a waiting car parked out back of the auditorium.
Somehow, we managed to restrain ourselves until we drove through the gates of his home. We managed to keep most of our clothes on until Dex shut the front door behind us.
We managed to keep from touching each other until we were finally alone in his bedroom. And then we didn’t.
Dex unbuttoned most of the buttons on his shirt before he ripped it the rest of the way off. Buttons flew across the room and clattered on the floor.
I giggled and worked on my own buttons.
He jerked his white t-shirt over his head and went to work on his fly with an evil look in his eye.
“Funny, is it?”
I kicked off my shoes and shimmied out of my dress.
His breath caught. I guess he liked my black g-string and bra set.
He was down to his boxer briefs with his pants pooled around his bare feet. And all he could do was stare at me.
I gave him the sauciest grin I knew how and sauntered over to him.
I traced a finger down the center of his chest then looked up at him through lowered lashes, flashing my best innocent look.
“You like?”
The way his shorts were bowed out said yes.
I stroked my hands down his hard torso, over the twin rows of muscles and lower to the waistband of his briefs.
He reached for me, but I danced out of his way.
“Uh, uh. My turn.”
“Sydney.” There was a warning in his voice, a barely contained violence that sent erotic shivers tripping up my spine.
“No touching until I say, OK?”
“You’re killing me here.”
I smiled. “I know.”
His hands fisted at his sides, but he complied. I went to my knees and tugged down his underwear until I could see all that magnificent male, just waiting for me. I licked my lips and went to my knees.
All of our previous encounters had burned hot and fast. There had been no time to savor, no time to explore. I planned to remedy that this go-round.
I slid Dex’s underwear down his lightly furred legs and he stepped out of his pants and underwear. At last he was standing before me completely naked. I looked up at him and found him staring at me with naked lust and something else burning in his gaze.
I smiled and ran my hand up his erection.
His eyes closed and his mouth opened. I could feel his muscles tense but he kept his promise. He didn’t touch me.
I trailed my hands over his legs, and around to cup his hard, round ass. I gave a little squeeze then pulled him towards me so that I could finally taste him.
I took his cock into my mouth tasting heat and salt and male. All Dex. I swirled my tongue around the swollen head and got a surge of feminine satisfaction when he groaned deep in his throat and jerked forward slightly.
Grasping him in one hand, I took him deeper into my mouth. I sucked gently, stroking him with my hand at the same time, loving the feel, the fullness of Dex inside me, loving the fact that I was giving him so much pleasure.
It was giving me pleasure, too. Blood coursed through my body in a torrent and the tiny silk swath between my legs was growing wetter with each swipe of my tongue along Dex’s dick.
I squeezed my thighs together against the growing pressure and moved my mouth to his balls. I took each inside my mouth gently pulling and sucking until I felt his hands gripping my hair.
“Sydney. I can’t—.”
I gave a final tug with my lips and stood up on tiptoes to kiss him deeply. I pulled back and smiled.
Dex’s eyes blazed dark with passion. Sweat beaded on his brow and he was visibly shaking.
And then I was crushed against his burning skin, his arms wrapped around me like a vice. His mouth was on my throat and we were moving backwards, until my legs hit the side of the bed.
He landed half on me, his mouth already on mine, his hands tangled in my hair.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. His thigh was between mine, rubbing at the silk there. I loved the feel of the light hair on his legs rasping against my bare skin and arched into him for even more contact.
He moved his mouth to my throat and kissed a line along my collar bones, then down to the valley between my breasts.
“As much as I love this, it has to go,” he said, nuzzling my lacy black bra. I untangled my arms long enough to reach behind me and unhook the thing.
By the time he slid the wisp of silk down my arms, my nipples were hard and aching for a little attention. He tossed the bra over his shoulder and propped his head on one elbow.
“You’re gorgeous. Perfect.”
He used a fingertip to trace the hard little nub with a whisper soft touch that had me biting my lip.
“Dex…”
“Oh, who’s getting a little eager, now? Can’t take the teasing, huh?”
He moved to the other nipple and traced the puckered edge. My hands fisted at my sides and my breath came in little gasps.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
I didn’t know how he could exercise such control when I was burning up inside. I felt his erection burning hot and damp against my thigh. How was this not killing him, too?
“Touch me. Put your mouth on me. Love me.”
I rolled towards him and put my hands on his chest, lifting my swollen lips for his kiss.
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Dex gathered me into his arms and kissed me slowly and deeply with near reverence. His hand skimmed the curve of my bare shoulder and brushed down my arm to the curve of my hip, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
He slipped a finger beneath the string of my panties and tugged. I shifted to allow him to remove them completely and then we were pressed together, full on, skin on skin. I burrowed into him, craving as much contact as humanly possible.
He caressed the indentation of my hip and moved lower. Hitching my thigh over his hip, I was completely open to his caress.
I gasped.
“Ok, babe?” he whispered against my lips.
“Oh, yeah.”
He gazed at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. I was close enough to see the flecks of ebony in his eyes. To count his eyelashes, if I wanted to. To see clearly the emotions playing themselves out there, totally open, totally honest.
Dex slid his hand over my backside and forward to tease my dampness with the same whisper touch that drove me out of my mind. His erection throbbed against my belly and I jerked instinctively towards him.
“Easy, babe. We’ve got all night. And I mean to use it.”
He slipped his fingers between my thighs then, caressing the slick folds with gentle pressure. He dipped his head for another hot kiss and slipped one long finger inside me.
I groaned into his mouth at the first sweet penetration. But it was only a fraction of what I really wanted. What I needed. His thumb slid to my swollen clit and I nearly came off the bed.
He chuckled low in his throat. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He kissed my throat then, sliding lower on my body, all the while his finger and thumb continuing their slow teasing.
He nudged me to my back and moved even lower, pressing kisses across my collar bone. His fingers moved in and out of my body in a slow, slick slide and I was sure he could feel the way my pulse went wild under his intimate caress.
Dex cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb over the swollen peak before dipping his head for a taste.
The sensation of his rough tongue on my aching nipples had me writhing in Dex’s cool sheets. I tugged at his hair, but he caught my wrists in one large hand and pinned them to the bed over my head, then went back to the work of driving me out of my mind.
Dex laved each breast, sucking gently at the swollen tips until my nipples tingled with need.
Finally he released my wrists and withdrew his fingers from my body. I groaned in protest, feeling suddenly empty and needy.
He grinned at me and shifted off the foot of the bed completely. He grasped my thighs and tugged until I was at the edge of the bed, too, then went down on his knees on the floor and brought his mouth to my pulsing pressure point.
Dex hooked my knees over his shoulders and put his mouth right where I ached the most.
He sucked my clit gently at first, then with more pressure. His hands caressed my thighs, turning them into jelly.
I was on fire and I didn’t know how much more I could take before I burst into flames.
Still, Dex took his time.
He moved his mouth down through my wet curls until he reached the swollen opening. He lapped at me gently then thrust his tongue inside. He felt so wet and so hot and so good, I thought I might very well come right then.
I moved my hands over my breasts, squeezing at my nipples and arching into his mouth, wanting more.
Dex raised his head. “You are so beautiful Sydney, so sexy. And all mine.”
He went to work on me in earnest, thrusting his tongue deeper, sucking, nipping gently. He moved one thumb to tease my clit and I felt the pressure building to a crazy intensity somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Dex.” I breathed. “Please. I need you.”
“That’s what I was waiting to hear, babe.”
He raised up and hooking my knees over his shoulders, aligned himself to my opening.
He eased in slowly, too slowly, and I bunched the sheets in my sweaty fists, gritting my teeth during his long, slow slide home.
He filled me completely, touching every place, every nerve I needed him to. The delicious sense of fullness, of completeness, flooded my senses. I felt my muscles clench around him, needing him to move, needing him to stay right where he was.
“God,” he breathed. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
He moved then, slowly drawing himself all the way out, then sliding in fully until his pelvis ground against mine.
“You feel so good, Syd. You’re all I can think about.”
He pulled out again in agonizing slowness.
“I love seeing you like this. So hot, so sweet at the same time.”
He slid back home, slick and hot and wet.
“So open to me. To us.”
He pulled out a little faster now.
“To have you here, all to myself.”
He drove deep.
“All mine.”
Dex turned his mouth to press a wet kiss to the arch of my foot then dropped my legs, leaned forward and moved us both further up the bed.
He came down on top of me and the weight of him pressing me into the mattress was just what I needed. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist to bring him even closer.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck and gathering me closer, began to move.
The sweet friction built and built as his breath rasped out, tickling the flesh of my throat. I twisted my hands in his hair and gave over to the sensation, letting the last barriers between us crash down.
Dex drove into me faster and harder until it seemed every nerve in my body was focused on that point, on our connection. On the sweet sensation of him sliding in and out of my body bringing us so much pleasure I thought I’d explode from the pure joy if it.
Finally, he raised his head and cradling my face in his warm hands, brought my mouth to his for a quick, sweet kiss.
“I love you, Syd. You know that, right?”
I arched up, needing just that little push over the edge, I gritted my teeth and he thrust one more time, hard, as something burst inside me, sending waves of hot swift pleasure flooding everything inside. My heart, my mind, my body shuddered in response. I could feel his answering twinge deep inside and grasped at his forearms to keep us both from being swept completely away.
My breath was ripped away as the final clench and shudder wracked my body and I went limp, sighing his name.
Dex collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his skin slick and hot from the exertion. He rolled us back to our sides, keeping the connection and I threw my thigh over his.
He hugged me close pressing a kiss to the top of my damp head.
I nuzzled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. After a few quiet moments, Dex began to hum softly in my ear.
I listened for a moment. “What’s that?”
“Something new I’m working on.”
“I like it.”
“You should. It’s about you. About us. About this moment.” He swallowed. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
I smiled up at him. “Me, too.” I tightened my leg on his hip.
“That, too.” He smiled. “But I meant to the show. I didn’t know if you would.”
“I didn’t know, either.” I rubbed small circles into his chest idly. “I’d convinced myself it was a bad idea.”
“What changed your mind?”
I shrugged lightly. “I couldn’t stay away.” I pushed at his chest until he rolled to his back, our bodies still connected. I straddled his hips and smiled down at him. “You’re growing on me.”
I felt his cock twitch inside me.
“That’s for sure.” He grasped my hips lightly, but kept me from moving, when I would have.
The smile faded and was replaced with a more serious gaze. “I need to know you’re going to be here in the morning, Sydney. I need you to be with me. In every way.”
“Oh really?” I shifted my pelvis, but his hands cl
amped down on my hips, stopping me.
It was time to fess up.
“I’m serious, Sydney. I need to know this means something to you.”
I calmed the butterflies hatching in my belly and leaned low over his chest. I kissed his lips once, sweetly.
“When I saw you up on stage tonight, for the first time I didn’t see Dex Wilder. I didn’t see just another lay. Just another guy. I saw you. I saw your courage. Your goodness. Your love. And I knew that I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I had to admit that I loved you and find the courage to let you know, too.”
His grin broke out and he hugged me to him. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
The kiss changed to a slow caress, mingling tongues and lips and breath until heat began to build all over again in the body I was sure had been spent.
He broke away and framed my head in his big hands.
“I love you, Syd. That’s what matters most to me. We’ll figure all the rest out.”
I turned my head and kissed his fingers.
“I know we will, Dex. Together.”
EPILOGUE
Three years later
The Tennessean, April 17.
Platinum recording artist of hit songs “Don’t Walk Away” and “Baby, I Know”, Dex Wilder, and his wife, award-winning lyricist Sydney Stratton-Wilder welcomed a daughter, Rachael Sydney Wilder, on Tuesday. Mr. Wilder was invited to join the Opry last month, saying that although it was an honor, the joy didn’t hold a candle to spending time at home with his wife and children. Baby Rachael joins the Wilders’ adopted children, Mr. Wilder’s niece and nephews, at their Franklin home.
Nashville Naughty
By
Bethany Michaels
Chapter One
If you look up “bars” in the Nashville Yellow Pages, you’ll find listings for two hundred clubs in the metro Nashville area. Some are dirt-floored holes in the wall only the most devoted of locals or the truly desperate are brave enough to patronize. Some are Nashville fixtures that have been around longer than parts of Dolly Parton and are famous for launching the careers of countless country music legends.
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