Taryn Belle - In For Keeps / Under His Touch

“I’d rather just do it,” he said breathlessly. He was so close, but he didn’t want it to end yet.

“Good. Because I’m about to,” she moaned.

Dev watched her face as he circled his groin against her clit. Her mouth fell open, her body tensed and she contracted around him, bringing him to the point of no return. He exploded as he anchored into her, riding crest after crest of melting heat that singed his synapses all the way to his fingers and toes.

The best fucking orgasm of his life, and all he wanted was to do it all over again.

His breath was gone. As he recovered, he let Kiki’s hands slide down. Then he picked them up and kissed her palms, one after the other. “I want you there with me tonight,” he said. “Right where I can see you.”

An hour into Dev’s show, Kiki could still feel him between her legs. Her climax had been close to an earthquake, but it had done nothing to tame her raging libido. Of course, the fact that she was wearing a thigh-skimming skirt with no underwear didn’t help matters. She felt naughty and wild, built for pure pleasure. Every cell of her body was hypersensitive, culminating at her clit, where she felt like she could come again at the brush of a hand. Dev’s hand. No other man could make her feel the way he did, which meant she was in very deep trouble.

In the wings, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Thick smoke from cigarettes, marijuana and the dry ice that was part of the show clogged the air. Kiki stared at Dev, mesmerized at the sight of his fingers flying over his red Gibson. He played his instrument just like he’d played her body, building and building the excitement until it practically begged for mercy. But it wasn’t just his charisma that was so sexy—it was his utter comfort up on that stage, like he was born to do this. For Kiki, who quaked at the thought of giving a mere dinner toast, the idea that he could handle such a relentlessly bright spotlight was a massive turn-on. Which was just one reason the rest of the world loved him—not just her.

“It’s one of his greatest talents,” a voice said loudly in her ear. She turned to see Bix beside her, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked out at Dev. Fuck. If there was one thing that could put a damper on her arousal, it had just shown up. She grasped the hem of her skirt and yanked it down.

“What is?” she replied, shouting above the noise to be heard.

“His ability to make every woman out there feel like she’s the only one in the room.”

Kiki looked away. She didn’t know if Bix somehow knew about Dev and her or was only guessing, but his message was clear: there was nothing special about her. She recognized a cheap attempt at relationship sabotage when she saw it, but why should Bix care? Did he just make a habit of treating anyone who dared get within arm’s length of his best client as if they were so much trash?

“I hadn’t noticed,” she replied, attempting to make her shouting voice indifferent.

“He makes it look easy out there, but no one appreciates how hard he works. Harder than anyone I know. I’d hate to imagine how empty his life would be without that stage.” Kiki felt his eyes on the side of her face before he turned on his heel and exited through the side door. She rolled his words around in her head, searching for their true meaning. Even if she wasn’t exactly sure what it was, it was clear Bix wanted her to keep her distance from Dev. But she’d tried that. And even if she felt pathetically weak to have given in to him again, right now she hardly cared. It’s not like they were talking marriage, they were both just enjoying the fuck out of each other’s bodies.

Except that it was more than that, and Kiki knew it.

She pushed that knowledge from her head.

The crowd was losing its shit. The last song had ended, and Stuart was now starting in on a drum solo. She saw Dev toss his guitar aside and stride off the stage under the cover of darkness. He came straight for her, grabbing her hips to bump her back against the wall. “You’re fucking killing me. I’m rock hard up there from thinking of you,” he growled into her ear.

He wasn’t lying—she could feel it pressing into her belly. She went wet all over again. “I wish you could fuck me again right now.”

He made a tortured sound in his throat. “This drum solo is four minutes long. Just enough time to make you come.”

Her belly flopped over. Was he serious? She’d barely got the thought out when his hand was under her skirt. “I could get used to this easy access.”

Kiki took a quick look around before her intense arousal could sweep all good sense away. The space was dark and sparsely occupied. To anyone around them it probably just looked like he was leaning in close to her to be heard.

At least that’s what she told herself because she was helpless to stop anything that felt this good. As Dev sunk a finger into her wetness, she felt like she might collapse with desire. Her body went rigid as he massaged her clit with expert strokes, driving her toward her orgasm with breakneck speed. She couldn’t help another glance around. Was she really doing this? It was loud onstage, but what if someone heard her?

As if reading her mind, Dev moved so his shoulder was against her mouth. She inhaled the heady scent of his sweat and aftershave. His cock pressed firmly into her thigh. “Think about how good I felt inside you,” he said hoarsely. “Think about how hard I’m going to fuck you later. And then let me feel you come.”

She was almost there. Dev’s fingers moved in and out of her with a rhythmic thrust while his thumb maintained just enough pressure on her ultrasensitive clit. The heat built until it burst at her center, bucking her against the wall. Goose bumps crawled up her spine. Jesus. She muffled her whimper with an open mouth against his shirt.

“Exactly what I needed,” Dev said, gently slipping his hand out of her. “Meet me in my bus after the show.”

He didn’t even wipe his hand off before reaching for his six-string Fender.

CLIMBING UP THE two steps to Dev’s tour bus, Kiki took a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching before she opened the door. She knew exactly how it looked, and the last thing she wanted was for the news to hit the crew that she was Dev Stone’s new little piece of ass. Today had been amazing, but the reality of her situation had set in a bit. She’d slept with Dev on tour, just like countless other girls before her had. Was her status really that different from any other hanger-on groupie? Kiki wasn’t here to make a new best friend, but she didn’t want to become the laughingstock of the crew, either. Just keep it under wraps. Whatever this is.

Her legs felt shaky as she stepped inside the bus. She knew it was from the sex—she was out of practice—but she was also exhausted from her sleeplessness the night before. She could hear the shower running. Even the image in her head of Dev naked had her going again, but it wasn’t just his body she ached for. The way he touched her, like she really meant something to him...it was addictive, and she had to keep her head together. She’d already broken two of her soft rules by mixing business with pleasure and taking things beyond one night, and she was dangerously close to breaking her hard rule of keeping her emotions out of it. In fact it was ridiculous to try to fool herself that she already hadn’t. Dev lit up something in her that no one else had come close to, not even Jack.

While Kiki waited for the water to stop running in the bathroom, she glanced around the bus. The space was generic looking with no personal touches, but it was nearly as big as her cottage on Moretta and a lot more luxurious. She was standing in a lounge complete with two leather sofas and a large-screen TV. The dining area opened to a kitchen with glass countertops, a dishwasher, fridge, range and built-in espresso machine. The bathroom door stood open, displaying a marble vanity. Beside that was a small gym with weights and a treadmill. And at the end of the hallway she could see the bedroom, complete with a closet and queen bed. Her gut clenched. This wasn’t a rental, it was Dev’s personal bus that he kept in storage and brought out for his European tours. It pained her to think of how many women he’d taken to that bed over the years.