I pulled her lips against mine for a smaller kiss, and then whispered, "Meet me in the green room in three minutes."

I planted one more kiss before she could reply and then stood up from the stool, stealing one more glance her way before moving around the bar to look for Kevin. Laurel stared at me, smiling, her eyes devouring the muscles on my back and shoulders. I winked back and disappeared into the back room.

Kevin was kneeling on the black rubber mats on the tile floor, struggling with a new keg that had been dented by the idiot delivery guy and wouldn't stand up on its own. Immediately I got down and helped him secure the draft line on the spigot and get the stupid thing wriggled into its place under the counter. He patted me on the back as we stood up.

"I need a favor," I said.

"Anything, dude, what's up?" said Kevin, wiping his hands on the towel that was perpetually across his right shoulder.

"I need the green room and, like, an hour of privacy."

Kevin smiled at me like I was a dog. "Not even home two weeks and you're already gonna soil my green room with your conquests?"

"Would you seriously say no to that girl?" I challenged him with a laugh.

"Not on your f.u.c.king life," he said with raised eyebrows. He dug in his pocket and handed me a key ring. "Last band's about to go on, so they shouldn't give you any grief about kicking them out."

"Like I'd give a f.u.c.k if they did," I said, jingling the keys in my palm. "Thanks, Kev, I owe you." I turned to leave the kitchen.

Kevin's voice followed me back out into the bar, a little too loudly. "Probably condoms in the drawer!"

I rolled my eyes and continued on my quest. The Graveyard Club was a s.h.i.thole, but even the worst of them had a spare room where bands could keep their gear locked up while they were here, and catch some peace and quiet before they all had to get crammed back in their tour buses and vans, smelling each other's BO for weeks on end. Maybe the big rock star life had made me softer than I thought, but I sure as f.u.c.k did not miss that-or the leg cramps, or having to trade precious joints to the other dudes in the band to negotiate some time to f.u.c.k a groupie in the back without being messed with.

I knocked on the green room door before I used my key, as a courtesy. Some skinny, dark-haired kid opened it up, and a cloud of pot smoke came wafting out from behind him. It made him look like he was a wizard teleporting into existence. "What?" he said, and then his eyes widened when he recognized me. That never got old. "Oh, f.u.c.k, dude."

"You guys are on in ten," I said in my best authoritative voice. "Mind clearing your s.h.i.t out of here?"

The dude just stared at me for a minute like he was looking at a ghost. No one had seriously f.u.c.ked with me yet or mentioned the festival, but this wasn't the first time I'd seen fear on the face of someone who had no reason to fear me. It was more than annoying-it was insulting.

I snapped two fingers in front of his face. "Yo, Cheech. You f.u.c.king hear what I said?"

"You're Noah Hardy," he said.

"Holy Christ." I rolled my eyes. "Welcome to the present. Now gather up your band and clear the f.u.c.k out of this room."

"But we haven't gone on yet!" said a high-pitched voice from inside the room. I looked over the kid's shoulder and saw another skinny, brown-haired version of him on the couch holding a smoking joint.

Fine. You a.s.sholes wanna play? Let's play. "You have exactly three minutes to get your s.h.i.t on that stage and start your set, or there's going to be a problem."

That might not have been my finest moment. Already I could hear Gavin's scolding voice in my head, reminding me that threatening teenage hardcore bands was not the way to gain public sympathy. But the words were already out. It's not the first time I spoke first and thought later. They only considered the stern expression on my face for a moment before deciding not challenge me. After that pause, they scrambled to life and started yanking guitars and drum thrones into their arms. One by one they filed out past me without looking me in the face again. I wasn't too proud to admit that still felt pretty good.

With the band gone, I did a quick sweep of the room, throwing their haphazard clothes and backpacks into corners and off the couch. The room's ancient decor was from the 70s with its tacky leopard-print walls and enormous mirrors. I normally wouldn't have even considered f.u.c.king anyone here, let alone someone as gorgeous as Laurel, on the cesspool of a couch that exists in a room like this; but desperate times called for desperate measures, and there wasn't a chance in h.e.l.l I was going to pa.s.s up my chance to score with Laurel. Besides, the faded black leather seemed like the newest thing in this room, even if it would probably light up like a Christmas tree if we ever turned on a black light in here.

As I pulled open one of the drawers to check that Kevin was right about the condoms, I heard a soft voice, a throat clearing. Laurel stood, leaning in the doorway, one hand on her delicate hip. She had a wicked grin on her beautiful red lips, still swollen from my kiss.

My d.i.c.k got instantly hard at the sight of her.

She sarcastically checked the invisible watch on her wrist. "Time's up, babe."

I smiled. This girl was my kind of trouble.

~ Four ~

Noah

Oh, this girl. Laurel. She didn't have any idea what she was in for, standing in the doorway like she was Catwoman, giving me that s.e.xy, red-lipped smirk.

She had no idea that she was turning me on in ways I hadn't felt in f.u.c.king years. And she was gonna pay for it.

Box of condoms in my hand, I turned toward her and devoured her with my eyes. Those beautiful legs; that perky little a.s.s; b.r.e.a.s.t.s just perfectly sized to fit in my mouth; that gorgeous, swan-white neck I couldn't wait to bite; and most of all those lips, full and red. I wanted them smashed on mine; I wanted to see them around my c.o.c.k.

Laurel looked down at the condoms in my hand and raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. "Just sliding straight for home, huh? No warming up the engine for you?"

Slowly, shoulders squared, I walked across the room toward her, keeping my gaze locked on hers. Her smirk faded with every step, melting into a curious, startled heat. I stopped just in front of her in the doorway and leaned my tall frame over her face.

Hot breath on the side of her neck, I said, "Get on the couch."

Laurel shivered and let out a breath. "W-What?"

"I said, get on the couch."

She looked up and met my eyes, and I could feel it was a test. A challenge. She was looking for something. After a few moments, she blinked and moved past me obediently, sinking down into the faded black leather.

I closed and locked the green room door, aware that Laurel was watching me with hungry eyes. It only made me harder for her. When I moved back to the couch, I stopped in front of her for just a moment, enjoying the view of her face hovering so close to my d.i.c.k. There would be time for that later, though. There was only one thing I wanted right now.

My lips swallowed the gasp of surprise she let out when I dropped to my knees to press them up against her own. Our kissing quickly became heated as we tried to devour one another, and her hands grasped at my shirt, desperately trying to pull it up and over my head. Instead of helping her, I pushed her against the couch with one hand and used my other to fumble for the fastener on her tight black jeans.

Her kiss was so hungry, and as hard as I pushed against her she kept pulling me closer. Her pa.s.sion turned me on in ways I hadn't felt in a long f.u.c.king time, causing my c.o.c.k to ache against the jeans confining it.

Her pants finally open, I pulled away from her mouth long enough to wriggle them off her beautiful legs and become a pool of fabric on the floor. My lips returned to her flesh, causing her to writhe and gasp in response. She wanted this as much as I did.

I kissed my way up her body until my lips were on hers again and one hand firmly kneading her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Laurel bit my lip and ran her hands down my body until I could feel them near my d.i.c.k, trying to get my jeans open.

I swatted Lauren's hand away with one of my own and shifted my hips out of her grasp. I squeezed her left t.i.t tightly in my hand until she let out a little squeal against my mouth.

"Not yet," I said in a low growl against her lips. "I'll take my dessert first."

The look in Laurel's eyes set me on fire. She smiled, her lips still red from both her lipstick and my kisses. Without another word I leaned back on my knees and wrapped my hands around her slender hips, reaching underneath to cup her perfect a.s.s. I brought my face close to her p.u.s.s.y while my hands rubbed and enjoyed her flesh. She moaned and wiggled under my touch.

I yanked Laurel's panties down over her a.s.s and thighs, holding back just enough to ensure that the delicate fabric held together. She was all too happy to help me get them off her ankles. With one last aching kiss, I pushed her back into the couch before making my way back down to the sweet prize between her legs. Her folds were neatly manicured, with a tiny tuft of pale blonde hair that matched the style on her head. I felt my d.i.c.k throb at the sight of it; a perfect little marshmallow on top of a sundae. Out of the corner of my eye I barely noticed the dark ink of a tattoo against her thigh, but next to the perfection that was her p.u.s.s.y, I didn't care enough to investigate further.

From outside the room in the club, the teen hardcore band began their set, smashing into a sloppy, old-school cut that rattled the walls. It was good timing, too. As soon as my mouth lowered onto Laurel's gorgeous p.u.s.s.y, she started crying out loud enough that everyone in the bar would have heard her otherwise. But now her voice saying my name was just part of the din, and the mixture of hearing the two made me rock hard and eager to take this beautiful woman completely.

I lapped at her folds like I was starving, sinking my tongue inside her before adding two thick fingers along with it. Her hips bucked against me as they ma.s.saged inside her, and when I felt them bottom out completely, I bent and licked at her sensitive c.l.i.t with flat, even strokes. Laurel's whole body tightened up in pleasure, grasping at the hair on my head, pushing my face harder against her aching wetness.

I sucked at her c.l.i.t until she came hard on my fingers, her body writhing, pulsing underneath me. Gently I thrust them between her wet, sensitive, lips a few more times, enjoying the feel of her post-o.r.g.a.s.m trembles. When she was finally still, I slipped my fingers out and cleaned one off with my mouth.

The other, I offered to her. Laurel smiled as I leaned up toward her on the couch, her hair already a mess, eyes and skin glowing. She took the finger I put to her lips without hesitation and sucked. I groaned as the sensation raced down to my d.i.c.k, begging to take its place.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" I said against her ear, so she could hear me over the music.

Laurel's smile was wicked. She pulled my face down into a ravenous kiss, and ran a hand down my body, squeezing my d.i.c.k hard enough to draw a groan from my throat.

"Why don't you f.u.c.k me and find out?" she said.

If that wasn't a solid invitation, I didn't know what was. I growled at her to remove her shirt while I stood up and all but tore off my jeans, finally releasing my diamond-hard c.o.c.k from the confinement of pants and boxers. My body ma.s.s was put on the old fashioned way-no juicing for me, and no loss to my virility that went with it. Laurel's eyes widened as they devoured the sight of my c.o.c.k, eight inches long, but thick and solid. I gave myself a few strokes and watched her lick her lips.

"Lay back," I said, gesturing with my hand. "Open up those sweet legs."

Laurel didn't hesitate. She stretched out her beautiful body on the black leather couch and dangled one of her legs on the tall back, beckoning me. Her p.u.s.s.y still glowed with wetness from her o.r.g.a.s.m. As I rolled on a condom, she reached down with her fingers and gently ma.s.saged her c.l.i.t. The very sight of that made me swallow hard. I needed to get inside this girl. Now.

I climbed on top of Laurel and rubbed my c.o.c.k up and down her wet slit, teasing, as I leaned over and took her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in my mouth one at a time. She melted under my touch, her head rolling as if she were no longer in command of her muscles, yet her hands seem to have a mind of their own. They grasped at my shoulders, pulling me forward, begging me to enter her. c.o.c.k in one hand, I positioned it at her entrance and leaned up over her face so I could watch her expression the moment I pushed inside.

"f.u.c.k me," she begged. My response was to push my c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y only a few inches, and her mouth opened in sweet surprise; women were never ready for the girth I had for them. Her back arched and head swung back at the sensation, and as it did I brought my mouth down to the skin on her neck and began to suck and nibble until I couldn't take it anymore. I sank my teeth into her neck just as I drove the rest of my length into her wet core.

Laurel nails dug into my back as my c.o.c.k filled her, her hips bucking up to meet me as they took my every inch. Her p.u.s.s.y felt incredible, and so did the way she lapped at my skin with her tongue and teeth, the way she grabbed my hair and my a.s.s to drive me deeper inside of her. While the heavy sounds of hardcore rocked the walls of the club, I f.u.c.ked Laurel against that couch until I was almost to the edge.

Without warning, I pulled out and lifted myself out of her arms. Her eyes flew open, and she made a soft sound of objection against my ear as my c.o.c.k left her body too soon.

I put one hand around her neck and turned her face so I could growl right in her ear, "Turn around."

Laurel shuddered under me and obeyed, twisting her body until she was on her knees, arms braced on the couch's arm. She looked back in eagerness, a.s.s wiggling an unspoken invitation to return. I held her hips still and sunk my face into her slit again, lapping up the wetness my c.o.c.k had brought out. Her taste was a sweet nectar that I needed one more draw of before I continued. As soon as I satisfied myself with that, I moved back to my knees behind her and, in one fluid motion, drove the entire length of my c.o.c.k inside her p.u.s.s.y so hard that she collapsed on the couch until her face was on the leather.

Even over the music, I could hear Laurel screaming my name as I f.u.c.ked her from behind. Her p.u.s.s.y felt so incredible, her body so warm and perfect. I hunched over her like a dog in heat and held her close to my chest while I thrust inside her, and she turned her face to meet mine, her breath pulsing against my skin.

When her strained whisper told me she was about to c.u.m, that was all it took to send me over the edge. Arms wrapped tight around her body, I drove deep into Laurel as her p.u.s.s.y muscles contracted around me, pulling us both into sweet oblivion. She milked me into the condom at the same time she shuddered underneath me. I didn't realize it until later, but it was the first time I'd ever c.u.m at the same time as someone else.

We lay there, bodies soaked in sweat, panting like wolves as the hardcore song died down and the m.u.f.fled sound of the crowd cheering came through the walls.

Laurel nuzzled against the side of my face and let out a little laugh. "I hope they're standing, because you deserve the ovation."

~ Five ~

Laurel

It felt like I had been kissing Noah for years, and I still didn't want to stop.

The feel of his rock-hard body pressed up against mine made my skin light up like a sky full of fireworks. He grinded against me as I leaned on the driver's side door of my rental car, his big hands cupped around my jaw. Our lips were swollen and my lipstick was gone hours before, but it was like we couldn't pull away. His bulge pushed promisingly against my still-sensitive p.u.s.s.y, and it took everything I had not to beg him to f.u.c.k me right there in the parking lot. But I wouldn't stop myself from pushing my hands up inside his shirt to touch his taut muscles again. Skin molten-hot under my fingers, Noah groaned into my mouth and bit my lip between his teeth.

"You're a hungry little thing, aren't you?" he said in a breathless growl.

"Are you complaining?" I replied, running the tip of my tongue across his lips.

Noah laughed low and s.e.xy. He rubbed his denim-clad erection hard against me. "Not yet." His kisses devoured me like a tidal wave. "You have to come back tomorrow."

c.o.c.king my head, I said, "Do I? You think you f.u.c.k good enough to be bossing me around, huh?"

The smile fell from Noah's face, and for a second I panicked inside that I had p.i.s.sed him off. Instead, he reached one of his big, tattooed hands down between my legs and sawed it mercilessly against my p.u.s.s.y. My body nearly collapsed under his touch. I gripped hard on his strong shoulders and pushed my hips up to meet his hand.

Noah leaned down. His lips hovered right above mine. "Are you complaining?" he whispered.

That rebel part of me wanted to lie to him, but I couldn't. He stared at me with his hard, blue eyes, daring me to challenge him. Daring me to say anything to stop him. His fondling was making me wet all over again, and I whimpered before I could help it. Noah's smile was wicked and victorious.

He kissed me and sucked my bottom lip, rubbing purposely with his fingertips over my c.l.i.t, pushing harder and faster for just long enough to make me moan into his mouth. As soon as I did, he pulled his hand away, and suddenly, it was all I could do not to beg for it back.

"Tomorrow night?" he said again.

I nodded, biting my lip. "Tomorrow night." Gripping his shirt tight, I pulled myself up to his face for another deep kiss. "But I gotta go get some sleep. My boss will be p.i.s.sed if I'm late again."

Noah went quiet for a moment, searching my face and body. He wasn't stepping away. I swallowed against a tight throat, nervous-what if he asked to come home with me? I couldn't bring him back to the f.u.c.king hotel... but in that moment, I wasn't sure I could have told him no.

I let out a quiet, relieved breath when he finally began to step backwards. Fingers entwined in mine, he pulled away until only our hands were touching, and then they finally fell apart as well. There was something almost sweet about it. "Well, you're definitely going to need your rest, sugar." The way he ran his thumb across his lips when he said it made me shiver.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," I said with a nod. "Promise."

Noah smiled. He gave me one last longing look, winked, and turned for his big black truck. I waited until he roared down the empty highway and out of sight before getting into my car and starting back to the hotel.

The city was quiet and dark, a perfect soothing drive after the heated evening. The night clerk at the hotel lobby desk gave me polite nod as I pa.s.sed for the elevators. I sent Steve a text to let him know I'd made it back safe, but didn't give him any details-no doubt he was asleep, anyway.

Cranking the shower's temperature up as hot as I could stand it, I washed off not only the sweat and grime of the club, but the smell of my incredible s.e.x with Noah, as well. Just the thought of his name sent me into the stratosphere, and suddenly I could feel his hands all over me, his hard chest pressed against mine, his big, hard d.i.c.k driving into me until all I could do was scream his name. I leaned against the shower wall under the stream of water and brought myself to another rocking climax with my own fingers, thinking of Noah and wishing they were his.

It wasn't until I fell into the soft hotel bed, completely spent and halfway to sleep, that rational Laurel actually made another appearance in my mind. Through the cloud of l.u.s.t that seemed to exist around Noah's image came her shrill, but honest, voice.

You may have just f.u.c.ked a murderer.