BANGED: Rock Stars, Bad Boys & Dirty Deeds

by Lexxie Couper

  He found her side zipper and eased the smooth material over her hips until it pooled at her feet. Her stomach fluttered when he paused to let her step out of the trousers.

  “Gorgeous,” he murmured, skimming his hands over her hips and coming to rest on her buttocks. “Under normal circumstances, I’d suggest moving to the hot tub, but recent events have rather put me off.”

  “Do you want to try the shower instead? I’m rather partial to getting hot and heavy in warm water with you.”

  “Yeah, about my shower…it’s not a normal one.”

  Intriguing. “Define ‘normal.’ Is it the reason I’m not allowed to clean up here?”

  An odd look—was that a blush?—crossed over his face. “My shower might be a little more than you’d bargained for when you agreed to come upstairs with me.”

  “Oh, now I have to know what’s in there.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward a white door. Yanking it open, she jerked to a halt. “Walk-in wardrobe. Not quite what we were looking for. Come on, Damian. Where’s this infamous shower of yours?”

  “It’s, ah, this way.” He jerked a thumb to the other side of the room.

  Dragging him behind her, Muireann raced to the bathroom door and threw it open. “The fuck?”

  “Yeah. I, um…you know.”

  “Is that a…bondage shower?” Still tugging on his hand, she pulled them into the bathroom and opened the clear glass doors of the shower. Sure enough, it contained height-adjustable manacles for wrists and ankles. She let out a crack of laughter. “This is the first evidence I’ve seen of a rock star in residence. I totally want to try this out.”

  “What? You mean you like…?”

  “Kinky sex?” She cocked an eyebrow. “Apparently, I do with you.”

  Damian’s mouth opened and shut, and his pupils dilated. “Well, okay then, little lady,” he said in a husky voice. “You’re naked, I want to be naked, and apparently we’re trying out my shower.”

  “You haven’t used it before?”

  “Nope. The incident in the lighthouse was the first time I’d had sex since moving to Inish Glas.” He looked away, reddening again. “I moved out here to get away from life.”

  “This was after your friend’s death?”

  He nodded. “Coming so soon after my mother’s death, losing Col hit me hard. I wanted a getaway to unplug from the world. I used to paint and make ceramics. I used to do so many other creative things in addition to music. But once Confetti Underground hit it big, I didn’t have time. I guess I burned out.”

  She stroked his cheek, trailing her fingers across his short beard. “You’ve started painting again. I saw some of the pictures you made of the island. They’re really good.”

  “I painted when I first arrived but I caved to pressure from my manager and started working on songs again. I sit in my studio all day trying to compose music, and my heart isn’t in it. My manager sends messages every week wondering when I’ll have the music and lyrics for a new album ready. And the other members of Confetti Underground are performers. They’re good, don’t get me wrong, but none of them can write their own songs. That was my role. Mine and Col’s.”

  She reached out and touched his shoulder. “And now that he’s dead,” she said gently, “the pressure is all on your shoulders.”

  He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Muireann. Talk about incongruous. I show you my badass bondage shower and then depress us both with my tales of woe.”

  “No.” She reached out and stroked his cheek. “Don’t ever feel like that. As perverse as it sounds, this conversation has kind of turned me on.”

  That made him grin. “Kind of turned you on? You either are turned on or you aren’t.” He leaned forward and nibbled her earlobe. “Like this shower.” He pushed her into the cubicle and turned a few knobs.

  Warm needles of water massaged her shoulders. “Damian,” she squealed. “You’ve still got all your clothes on.”

  His bone-melting smile dissolved the last of her reserves. “Clothes can be disposed of.”

  With each damp garment that he peeled off, she wanted him more. When he reached for his underpants, she stopped him. “Let me.”

  His eyes widened. “Whatever the lady wants.”

  Muireann yanked his wet underwear down over his hips. The needles of the shower made her back tingle and an electric awareness hummed through her veins. When he kicked the pants out of the shower, she whistled. His erection was stiff and growing harder by the second. And he was wearing the cock ring she remembered from Australia. Holy wow. Their encounter in the lighthouse had been too quick for her to notice.

  She blew out a breath. “You’re even bigger than I remembered.”

  He ran a hand down her side, stopping to caress her breast. “And you’re even more gorgeous, Muireann,” he said in a voice hoarse with desire. “A total sex goddess.”

  That brought a smile to her lips. “Sex goddess. I like that. I’m not the one with a bondage shower.”

  “What can I say? It seemed the sort of thing a rock star would do.” He pushed her back against the cool tiles and slipped the manacles around her wrists. Before he closed them, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Want to try them out?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Cold metal snapped shut around her wrists. He adjusted the height of the restraints.

  Her breath came in short, shallow bursts. Between her legs, she was slick, wet, and ready. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Something you’ll like.” He nibbled her ear again, and she moaned in pleasure.

  “How do you know what I like? How can you have such a vivid memory of our time in Australia?”

  He performed a slow slide to his knees, tweaking each nipple in a movement that should have been painful but acted like an adrenaline shot to her privates. “Because it was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.”

  She gasped the instant he trailed kisses from her knees to her groin. When he put his mouth to her clit, she emitted a hiss of pleasure. “I hope you have a condom somewhere. Because I think we’re going to need it.”

  “Not tonight we won’t.”

  “What? But…”

  “Shh. Tonight is all about you.”

  All about me…she liked that idea. She liked it a lot. “But if I’m tied up, don’t you get to boss me around?”

  “Exactly. That’s the point. And I’m going to make damn sure you enjoy every second of it.”

  Her heart skidded against her ribs, and she opened her mouth to protest.

  Damian placed a finger on her lips to silence her. “Shh. If you really don’t like it, tell me to stop.”

  Problem was, she knew she’d like it. She knew she wouldn’t ask him to stop no matter how loud her inner good girl screamed at her to put a halt to this insanity and return to making boring, sensible decisions. She’d spent thirty years doing what everyone expected of her. Thirty damn years of being the perfect daughter, the perfect girlfriend, and the perfect friend. And what had she gotten out of the deal? A fiancé who’d jilted her at the altar, two best friends who’d dumped her the instant the going got tough (and the money ran out), and a bunch of people she’d thought liked her but had really only cared about her while she was still wealthy. Screw them. Screw them all. From here on in, she was living life on her terms.

  “I want you to pleasure me, Damian. I want you to make me come.”

  “That’s exactly what I intend to do, sweetheart. Trust me.”

  He returned his attention to her clit. Every lick, every suck, every nibble brought her a second closer to orgasm. He danced his tongue around her nub, pulsing the tip. She arched her back and gasped.

  The pressure built in sluggish waves, making its slow, sensuous ascent. “I want you inside me,” she growled. “Please.”

  His laugh tickled her thighs but he didn’t stop.

  She yanked at her restraints. “Damian. I’m serious. I want you to concentrate on fucking me. Can you do that?”

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bsp; This blunt statement got his attention. He pulled back, wearing an adorably startled expression on his face. “Wait a sec. Aren’t I supposed to be in charge tonight?”

  “Change of plans. I wear the restraints, but I give the orders.”

  “O-kay.” He blinked in surprise, but his eyes widened in interest. “What would you like me to do?”

  What would she like him to do? Erotic images pranced before her eyes in a colorful collage. “I think it’s more a case of what wouldn’t I like you to do. Why don’t you start by washing me?”

  He grabbed a bottle of shower gel from a tray to her left. “Not sure if the scent is to your taste, but I like it.” Damian squeezed the red liquid on her breasts and rubbed it in. Her nipples pebbled under his caress, and her heart thudded in her chest. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

  “Yeah. That’s exactly what I had in mind. Now let me watch you wash yourself.”

  He complied, taking his thick shaft between his palms and rubbing it with shower gel. The more he rubbed, the harder it grew and the more turned on she got. His cock ring glistened with shower gel. She pulled against her restraints, wanting to touch it, to tug it, to make him groan with pleasure.

  He leaned close and nibbled her ear lobe while running a palm over her wet and soapy breasts. “Want me to get that condom?”

  “Uh-huh,” she gasped. “As long as you do it fast.”

  His laugh was low and sexy. “I’ve had some practice.”

  By the time he’d rolled it on and placed the tip of his penis at her entrance, she was slick, ready, and aching with need. “You sure you want me?” he teased, capturing her mouth with his. “’Cause I could always just leave you here for the night, tied up and frustrated.”

  “You could,” she whispered, “but then you’d be stuck in a cold bed alone and with no one but your right hand for company.”

  “That would never do.” He pushed inside her with a single movement, making her arch her back in shock.

  She tugged against her restraints, inhaling the spicy scent of his shampoo and longing to run her hands through his damp curls. After waiting a moment to allow her to get used to his size, he started to thrust in a rhythmic motion. She wrapped her legs around his hips, angling her pelvis to allow him deeper penetration.

  He ran one finger from the crack of her bum to where his penis was inside her, while another finger massaged her clit. He rubbed shower gel on her buttocks. When he inserted a fingertip in her rosette, she cried out in surprised pleasure.

  “Not good?” He nuzzled her neck.

  “Very good,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

  He shoved himself deeper inside her, maintaining the pressure on her clit and bum until the first wave of pleasure hit.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  His rhythmic thrusting didn’t cease, keeping up the pace until his own orgasm hit. After they’d ridden the last waves of mutual pleasure, he finally loosened the clasps of her manacles.

  “Even better than earlier,” he said, still breathing heavily. “You make me so fucking hot, Muireann.”

  “And you make me feel alive.” She ran a hand down his chest, caressing the hard muscles of his six-pack. “Now why don’t you carry me back to your bed under the stars so we can do this all over again.”

  He laughed against her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin and hardening her nipples. “Anything the lady wants.”

  SIXTEEN

  Darko wrapped Muireann in a fluffy towel and carried her to his bed. God, she was gorgeous. The idea of her leaving tomorrow slayed him.

  After he laid her on the covers, Muireann propped herself up on an elbow. The action made her breasts bounce.

  Darko’s gaze trailed over her abdomen, and down to her shapely hips and thighs. “You’re a beautiful woman.”

  Her lips curved into a come-hither smile. “You’re not too ugly yourself.”

  He laughed and lay beside her. When his fingertips danced across her skin, she sucked in a breath. He skimmed her shoulders, tracing circles around the smattering of freckles.

  “They remind me of chocolate chips,” he murmured and dropped a kiss on each shoulder.

  Then he drew his tongue down her throat and kissed the pulse at its base. She inhaled sharply.

  “Should I stop?” he whispered and ran a palm down her side to cup one buttock.

  “No,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to stop, Darko.”

  “Damian,” he said softly. “My real name is Damian.”

  “Damian.” She laughed and drew him closer. “You look more like a Damian without your clothes. Your Darko persona needs cool shades and a rock star swagger.”

  He nuzzled her neck, nipping her lobes playfully. “And Damian just needs to get naked?”

  “Exactly.”

  He trailed kisses down her cheeks and moved both hands to massage her breasts. Her nipples pebbled the instant he made contact with them. “I love your breasts.”

  “They’re not as firm as they once were.”

  “They’re perfect,” he said, and meant it. “Just like their owner.” He raised an eyebrow. “You know, so few people call me by my real name. I like hearing it from your tongue.”

  She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “There’s a lot more that my tongue can do that you might appreciate.”

  It was his turn to groan. “That sounds very interesting.”

  “It will be.”

  In one fluid movement, she swung a leg over his torso and came to sit on his chest.

  “Oh, boy,” he murmured.

  Muireann ran her hands over his abs and between his legs. “You’re the only man I’ve slept with who has a cock ring.”

  “Are you a fan?” he asked, groaning when she touched it.

  “My curiosity for that ring is probably what got me pregnant.”

  “I suspect it took a little more than that,” he said with a dry laugh.

  Her fingers found his already rock-hard shaft. And when her tongue toyed with the tip, he let out a hiss of pleasure.

  “You like?” Her throaty voice made him even harder.

  “Oh, yeah. I like.”

  She took him fully in her mouth, playful at first, letting the tip of her tongue dance forward and back, and then in a circular pattern.

  He dug his hands into her gorgeous hair, loosening the wet strands. She smelled of strawberries and cream and something herbal. Lavender? Whatever it was, the scent was playing havoc on his libido, just as its owner was driving his erogenous zones wild.

  He cried out when she took him deeper into her mouth and sucked hard. He pumped in and out just as she moved backward and forward. The sensation was exquisite. She teased him with her tongue, her teeth, her mouth, tugging playfully at his cock ring.

  “I want to be inside you,” he growled. “If you keep this pace up, I’ll come before you get naked.”

  But she merely slapped him on the arse and sucked harder.

  He soon abandoned all attempts at distraction. No amount of thinking of musical scores and football could distract him from her, from this, from them. “You are one hell of a sexy woman, Muireann Byrne.”

  She pinched his arse in response, making him laugh.

  After a few minutes of exquisite torture, he pushed her back gently and located a foil package in the drawer of his bedside table. “Want to put this on for me?”

  She grinned. “With pleasure.”

  When she slid the condom over him, he shivered and tickled her back. And when she tickled his balls in return, he laughed and pulled her into position. As she lowered herself onto his tip, Darko exhaled in a hiss. Her breasts pressed against his cheek. Their lush softness caressed his chest, making him hard as a rock.

  He eased himself inside her and captured one of her nipples with his mouth.

  Her sexy little moan when he began to thrust almost undid him. She was hot, wet, and tight. A million sensations hit him all at once.

  She ground against him, pulling
him deeper inside her. Darko’s breathing slowed as his heart rate quickened. He thrust faster and faster, feeling the pressure build. His balls ached and his skin was on fire.

  Muireann came first, gasping and arching her back when her orgasm hit. Darko kept the pace up, kneading her buttocks and letting her ride the roller coaster ride to ecstasy. Her soft moans and the nipple rubbing against his cheek pushed him over the edge. He cried out when he came, crying out her name. She rode him hard until he was totally spent and exhausted.

  Afterward, he kissed her softly, felt her rapid heartbeat against his chest, her uneven breathing matching his. “Whatever we’ve got going here, I don’t want it to end.”

  She nuzzled his neck. “Neither do I.”

  “I’ll call Dave and the guys in the band. I’ll tell them I’m quitting and want to concentrate on my solo efforts. And we can see if we can give a relationship a go?”

  Muireann tugged on his hair and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, she leaned in close. “Are we insane to take a chance on love? What if we decide we hate each other?”

  “Everything in life is a risk. If we don’t try, we’ll spend the rest of our lives wondering what if. You make me feel alive. You and James-David. I want you in my life and I want to be in yours.”

  Muireann hesitated a moment, then broke into a broad smile. “Six-month rain check? Let’s give it a go and see how we both feel then.”

  “Sounds like an excellent plan.”

  Darko lowered his mouth to hers. At that moment, the bedroom door was flung open. A large man loomed in the doorway, breathing heavily. “James-David has been kidnapped.”

  SEVENTEEN

  The man in the doorway stepped into the light. He was a big guy with bulging muscles, a military-style haircut, and packing more weapons than Muireann had ever seen outside of a movie. Despite the different hairstyle, she recognized him instantly.

  “Oh my God,” she said, clutching the sheet over her breasts. “It’s Jean-Baptiste.”