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  The lock flashed green as he slid the key card in and out and he pushed the door open, dragging me into the dark room. A moment later, the light flicked on, revealing a modern and expensive-looking suite. The guy must be loaded to afford a room like this. My gaze ran over the king-sized bed and across the floor to ceiling curtains I was sure led out onto a balcony. I wondered why he didn't want to fuck out there? It didn't look as if a little exhibitionism would faze him at all.

  He tossed his wallet and key card on the countertop as I slid off my jacket. Before I could toss it over the chair, he turned sharply and pushed me back against the wall, covering my mouth with his, plunging his tongue right in. The only way to describe it was devouring. He kissed me like he was starving, like he hadn't had sex for a long time and was coming up for air. Like an addict that had been denied his hit and was finally getting it. Funny thing about that. I felt exactly the same way.

  I slid my hands underneath his shirt, feeling the hard muscles in his back, and my tongue melded with his, deepening the kiss even further. Tasting, sucking, like we were fucking each other’s mouths. Dark and Dangerous really knew how to kiss a woman.

  Grinding his erection into my stomach, he moaned long and deep into my mouth, as the throbbing between my legs started to become unbearable.

  "You really enjoy driving a man wild, don't you?" he asked between kisses.

  Running my hands over his heavily tattooed arms, I smiled against his mouth, sliding my tongue over his bottom lip and then back against his tongue. "Take your clothes off," I said, pushing him back. Not waiting for an answer, I pulled off my top, flinging it over the chair.

  His eyes ran over me as he pulled his shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder, and both our hands reached for the buttons on our jeans simultaneously. As I was about to shimmy out of mine, he pulled my hands away and slid his own down my back and over my ass, the material sliding with them. Then he was on his knees in front of me, cool air against my skin as he pulled off my boots and jeans, kissing and sucking the insides of my legs and up toward my thighs, sending sparks right into my already wet pussy.

  "Spread your legs," he commanded, tugging at me with strong hands.

  No sooner than I’d spread myself open, his tongue was running the length of my folds and circling my clit. I gasped, my hands grasping my breasts, kneading through the material of my bra. I was so fucking right about this guy. He knew exactly how to use his tongue and as long as he kept sucking my clit like that, he could put his cock anywhere.

  "You taste fucking amazing," he growled against me and plunged his tongue into my opening, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh around it.

  "Fuck," I gasped, grabbing his hair, grinding against his face as he slid a finger inside me.

  "Easy, beautiful," he chuckled, pulling away. Sliding a second finger in with the first, his palm circled my clit a few times.

  Standing, he pressed against me and I grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting my arousal. "You're dripping wet, you know that?" He was watching my every move with dark eyes, moving his fingers in between my lips as I sucked.

  Oh, I fucking knew it. "Take off your pants."

  Without any hint of hesitation, he took his boots and jeans off, revealing his hard cock, and my mouth began to water. Stepping forward, I wrapped my fingers around it and circled a thumb over his tip before sliding up and down, hitting his hilt before reaching the tip again. He shuddered against me, pressing into my hand, pulling me toward the bed. The back of my legs hit the mattress and he steadied me with a hand, the other fumbling for the clasp of my bra. Cool air hit my skin as he threw it over his shoulder and I was landing on top of the mattress with his weight pressing into me.

  He sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hand on the other, twisting and kneading. I pressed my head back into the pillow, closing my eyes, feeling his teeth against my skin, his length sliding against my clit, and I let out a moan. Fuck, he felt so good. He just took what he wanted from me without asking. Most men did at this stage, but this guy was different somehow. The difference being, I didn't mind.

  When he pulled away, my eyes snapped open and he gave me a wink. A wink? He just fucking winked at me? The cocky bastard. He had a condom in his hand and I went to snatch it so I could do the honors, but he pulled it out of reach.

  "You want to fuck me," he said, "but I want to fuck you."

  He totally got that I wanted to dominate him and it was obvious he wasn't going to go down without a fight, but right now? I didn't care as long as he got me off. "As long as one of us is fucking the other, I don't give a shit."

  A grin tugged at his lips as he rolled the condom over his length and ran a hand up and down, before rubbing it against my opening.

  "Put it in, for fuck’s sake," I groaned, locking my legs around his waist, trying to force him in.

  "We've got all night, beautiful," he murmured, sliding over my folds and across my clit. "Let me savor you."

  No man had ever wanted to take his time with me before. It had always been hard and fast. In the backseat of a car, a dark corner of a park, the back room of some bar, a storage closet, but never in an expensive hotel and never so slow. Truthfully, I didn't know how to savor it. All I chased was the high of a violent orgasm.

  Sliding his tip just inside sent shivers through my entire body and his lip curved into a wicked grin. "You like that?" he asked, pulling out.

  "I prefer full penetration," I said through heavy breaths, arching my back off the mattress.

  Winding his arms around my waist, he thrust into me without warning, skin slapping hard against my clit, and I cried out, throwing my head back. He held firm for a moment, circling his hips against me, allowing my body to stretch to accommodate his size before sliding out to the tip. Then he was striking deep again, holding me up and at the perfect angle.

  "Is this what you want?" he grunted between thrusts, setting up a rhythm.

  "Yes," I cried, feeling an orgasm building inside me already. "Fuck, yes."

  Pushing me back down into the mattress, he pressed my legs up, opening me further, his weight feeling explosive above me. Taut muscles, skin covered in a shiny sheen of sweat, everything he was right then was raw. We weren’t human beings anymore; it was almost animalistic the way he fucked me. It was the thing I'd been chasing with all those other guys and had never found. No man had truly let go of himself when he was with me, but the Dark and Dangerous I'd picked up in that bar was gone.

  His hand slid over my chest and curved around my neck, fingers pushing my head back, allowing him to bite and suck my throat as his cock slid in and out. Through heavy breaths, I angled my hips to meet his and every time he thrusted in, it was deep. Good for him and even better for me. The harder he hit my clit, the more pleasure spiked through my body.

  He didn't say anything else as we fucked, he just grunted as he pounded into me. He'd obviously let the notion go of savoring this, or maybe he didn't have a choice. My body began tipping over the edge as the onslaught continued, my muscles tightening around his cock, squeezing and coaxing him to follow.

  "Don't stop," I panted as the control I'd been fighting for left me and the pleasure that had been building all night splintered through my body. He kept fucking me, my orgasm rolling over me again and again, so much so that I thought I'd never come down. I didn't want to.

  With a grunt he thrust one last time, deep and hard, his body quaking against mine as he came inside me, teeth grazing against my skin.

  "Fuck," he panted and drew my face to his. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, our tongues slid together in a long, slow kiss, his cock still firmly inside me.

  I clenched around around him and he shuddered again, flexing his pelvis against my sensitive clit. I was far from inexperienced but that was…he’d just fucked me raw. There wasn't any other word to describe it. Dark and Dangerous had just eclipsed every other man I'd ever been with by about a billion to one.

  "Who the fuck are you?" he murmur
ed, sliding out.

  "A good fuck," I retorted as he rolled off the condom, tying the end and flinging it onto the floor. What a dirty prick. Sliding my hand over him, I rubbed him hard again in two seconds flat.

  "I know we agreed on no names," he groaned, flexing into my hand. "But I've never come like that before. Who are you?"

  "None of your fucking business," I growled, reaching for another condom. "If you want to come again, you won't ask." Questions led to the inevitable deep and meaningfuls and sucked the intensity out of everything. This moment right here was one that I wanted to hold onto. Emotional connections were something I wasn't good at. Was it because I felt like I wasn't worthy? Like there was nothing there worth knowing? Who knew? Maybe I just liked to fuck. There was always that explanation.

  Pushing Dark and Dangerous on his back, I rolled the condom over his cock, his eyes watching my every move. Straddling his hot tattooed body, I positioned him over my opening and I slid down his shaft slowly, feeling him fill me again. Leaning backwards, his tip hit me so deep it was almost painful, but what delicious pain it was, hearing him moan and writhe underneath me as I took him to the hilt, squeezing my walls tight around him.

  "That's just how I like it," I said, rubbing circles over my clit, building another orgasm. My other hand went behind me, locking around his thigh as I slid up his length, almost to the tip and back down again, savoring, like he had. He’d wanted to take his time and had shown me just how good it could be. Granted, he didn't finish that way, but he'd given me a taste and that was all it took. He drove me wild and now it was my turn to take the power back from him.

  Abruptly, he sat up, pulled me against his chest and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. He wrested control from me and annoyance began to sear in my veins. Fisting my hands into his hair, I curled my fingers around his mussed-up locks, tugging his head back hard and he grunted, flexing his cock inside me.

  "Who are you?" he said, hands digging into my hips.

  Clenching around him, I sunk my teeth into his bottom lip, fingernails biting into his scalp.

  "God," he groaned.

  "On your back," I hissed.

  "No," he growled. Abruptly, he flipped me over, and he was on top. Sliding out, he then thrust back in again and I cried out as he hit my sensitive clit.

  "Do you know what those sounds you make do to me?" he said, thrusting again. "Knowing that I got them out of you? You. Are. Fucking. Exquisite." The last part he said in staccato with his cock striking deep, and it was fucking hot. It was all I could do to hold on and not come. I wasn't ready to give in to him yet.

  His lips grazed my neck, sweat sticking our skin together, the air broken by our labored breathing. Every time he moved against me, I let out a moan, holding back, trying to prolong the fantasy for as long as I could.

  "Give it to me," he said, moving faster, our flesh pounding together so hard, I knew I'd feel where he'd been for days afterward. "Come for me, beautiful. Let it go."

  As his words sliced through me, I couldn't hold on anymore. I came harder than the first time, clawing his back, writhing underneath his body, and it was just as he'd said in the elevator—I was the one screaming. It didn't take him long to follow me over the edge and his entire body tensed as he spilled inside me, grunting like a fucking animal.

  He collapsed on top of me, both of us spent, breathing hard and unable to move. That was…there were no words for that.

  When he finally rolled his sticky body off me to discard the condom, I sat up, fully intending to get dressed and leave. I'd endure the ride home smelling like him, smelling like sex, and then I'd wash it off and go back to reality.

  "Stay," he said, reaching for me. "Please."

  Tensing, I looked into his chocolate eyes, and this time I really looked, and found myself actually considering it. I'd never thought about staying before and fear prickled through my skin. It wouldn't hurt to live the fantasy for a few more hours, would it?

  I slid back onto the bed and he drew the covers over us, wrapping his arms around me. His lips grazed my shoulder before he sunk back into the pillow, a sigh fluttering against my exposed skin. Trying not to let myself doze off, I let myself study his arms. He was heavily tattooed with tribal stuff. It wasn’t my favorite, but he seemed to pull it off. The one on his left arm snaked over his wrist onto his hand, a point finishing at the knuckle on both his thumb and pinky. I wondered what kind of job he had that allowed him to have hand tattoos? A pretty shit hot one, if you asked me.

  I had my fair share of tattoos and while most of them had a story, there were one or two that I got just for kicks. I knew people got them for both reasons, but did they mean anything to him? I was too chicken shit to ask.

  His grip began to loosen slightly and I knew Dark and Dangerous had fallen asleep. His breathing evened out and he didn't flinch when I flexed my ass against his crotch. If I was going to ditch the guy, then now would be the right time to do it.

  I untangled myself from his arms as gently as I could manage. He must have been well and truly fucked, because he didn't wake, he just rolled over onto his stomach, the sheet falling away. Tiptoeing around the bed, I gathered my clothes and started dressing, one eye on Dark and Dangerous, one on the door. Pulling my boots on and grabbing my leather jacket from the floor, I hesitated at the last second, the place between my legs feeling raw and tender.

  His wallet sat on the bench, shining like a beacon against the white countertop. Temptation began to pulse and I glanced back to the bed where Dark and Dangerous lay sprawled on top of the sheets, his tight ass on full view. I could so easily open up his wallet and learn his name. Pull out his ID and find out where he was from, how old he was. I could totally fuck off with his credit card if I really wanted to. Looking around the room one last time, I could imagine the limit on it.

  I stared at his wallet for another minute until he moved on the bed, letting out a whimper in his sleep. Snapping to attention, I threw on my jacket and went for the door. When the sun came up and the fantasy was over, I'd be back at the bottom of the pile and he'd go back to his mid-list life doing whatever the fuck it was he did. It wouldn't work. It never did. They always fucked me and left. Do unto others, ad nauseum.

  Closing the door behind me as softly as I could, I strode down the hall and into the elevator. When I got to the lobby, I walked right out of that fancy hotel and back into reality. The fantasy dissolved and my mask slipped off and I was just plain, ordinary Blair Hayden again. Flat out on the road to Nowhereseville.

  The only difference was, the edge was taken off…for now at least.

  3

  West

  I jerked awake at the sound of my phone ringing shrilly. Fumbling blindly, I hit the answer button on the screen and pressed it to my ear. No guesses who'd be on the other end.

  "Yeah?" I muttered through my sleep-induced haze. Sleep and…I rolled over and the bed was empty, save for my sorry ass. The woman was gone and my heart sank.

  "West, you better not be in bed, high with some hussy," came the familiar whine of Dean Furlough, manager extraordinaire. More like asshole extraordinaire.

  "I'm not fucking high, asshole," I groaned.

  "But you're in bed with some random groupie."

  "You say that like it's a bad thing."

  "I fucking knew it," he exclaimed. "West, after all that shit, you want to go back there?"

  "I'm alone, dickwad," I spat, sitting up. The sheets were tinged with her perfume and the musky smell of sex. She wasn't a groupie. I don't even think she knew who I was. "I'm clean, Furlough, and that's the way I'm staying," I added for emphasis.

  "Good. Don't forget sound check at Billboard is at three."

  "No, I won't. I'll be there." Looking at my watch on the nightstand, I saw it was already eleven.

  "If you're even a second late, I'll punch you in the face myself."

  "Good thing I'm never late." I ended the call before he could rip more shreds off of me. If he knew what I'd been up to las
t night, I'm sure he'd have a few more choice words to say.

  The phone clattered onto the tabletop and I ran my eyes over the room. If it wasn't for her scent sticking on my skin and the claw marks all over my chest and back, I would've sworn that woman was a ghost. She was the most dangerous downward spiral of them all and I'd enjoyed every single second of it. The way she fit around my cock, the way she'd tried to dominate me, her taste. She was the best kind of drug…the best kind of natural high. And knowing that she'd disappeared, never to be seen again, was fucking torture.

  I was a member of rock 'n' roll band Affliction. Correction, I was the fucker who'd started the thing and had never once thought I'd be the one to become addicted to the lifestyle. A new town, a new country every other day, a new set of women throwing themselves at me, another line of coke and another bottle of Jack. A guitar and a stage, the things that spoke to my heart, those things had faded into the background. A fuck and a high were the things I'd chased until it almost cost me my life. I was the fucking rock star stereotype down to the dotted i's and crossed t's. Now, I was working through it day by day. The band was what mattered. The band and my life.

  I'd been clean for six months. Six painful fucking months. Furlough was hard on me for a reason and he was one of the few people that kept me on the straight and narrow. My downfall was one of the best-kept secrets in the entertainment business because of him.

  Would I call last night a relapse? Maybe it was, but that was more than a fuck. I'd walked into that bar looking for a connection. I was sick and fucking tired of feeling so empty all the time. Was there someone out there who could love me for being myself and not the guitarist and lead singer of Affliction? The idea seemed so far-fetched it was like a fucking fantasy.

  Then she'd sat down next to me and blown all my carefully placed walls to pieces. I hadn't been with a woman for months, so why her? What was it about her that had drawn me in? Who the fuck knew why anything happened. Sometimes I forgot which city we were in, we toured that much. Right now, I'd never forget this one. Melbourne, Australia.