Page 109 of Hollywood

Heat curled low in my core.

“I’d be disappointed if you did.”

It was nearly midnight by the time we got back to the trailer. I’d ended up having two more beers, a heaping portion of Orgasmic Load—which was fries smothered in bacon and cheese—and sang three more songs. I was riding high on the buzz of adrenaline.

The spotlight had been thrilling once I got over myself. But even more than that, it had been Tex’s eyes on me—hot and heavy—that made my heart quicken each time I took the stage. I was performing for him. For his enjoyment. Somehow, that made it easier. That and the extra booze.

Tex hopped out of the truck, and this time I let him open my door for me.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you want me to be a gentleman for the rest of the night,” he joked.

I slid out of my seat, bringing our bodies close together. I pushed my fingers into his hair. “Only if you’re a gentleman with lube.”

He grinned. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Good.”

I kissed him, the hours of anticipation building into a charge of need. He must have been just as amped up, because he crushed me against the truck, the metal cold against myback. His body was a hot line along my front, and his tongue was deliciously slick as he invaded my mouth. He swamped my senses, totally overwhelming me in the best way.

“Let’s take this inside before we give the neighbors a show.”

I gave a shaky laugh. “Oh? Are we still outside?”

He took a step back, his face in the shadows. I couldn’t see his expression, but I still felt the weight of his eyes on me. “Come on, Holls. I want you. Don’t keep me waiting.”

He turned and went through the gate. I followed so closely I stepped on his heels.

Me? Eager? Nah.

Tex got the door unlocked, and we rushed inside. I went in for another kiss, and Tex got his hands on my ass again. I tugged his shirt from his jeans and slid my hands over hot skin.

“I want you right here,” Tex muttered as he moved his mouth to my throat, sucking a hard mark into my skin. “You feel so damn good.”

He turned me so suddenly I nearly lost my balance. I slapped my hands against the wall, bracing my weight.

He kissed my neck, making me shiver as he reached around me and undid my shirt buttons. Once it fell open, he skated his big palms up and down my chest and stomach.

“Love your body,” he murmured. “Love how strong it is. How sexy.”

He pinched my right nipple, making me arch. My ass pushed into his hard-on behind me. “Fuck. Take me, please. I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are,” he growled.

He tugged open my jeans and dragged the material down, getting to his knees to help me remove my shoes and step out of each pant leg. Then he cupped my ass and spread it. Alight gust of air tickled my hole. I gasped. A hot tongue followed.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, body flashing hot.

He wasn’t shy or tentative, even though this was the first time we’d done this. He went to town, working his tongue against my hole until I was sopping wet. He used his thumbs to spread me open farther, then worked a fingertip inside.

It was so good, but it wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper.

I pushed my hips back, wantonly begging for more. He drew back, clothing rustling as he undressed in a hurry.

“Come to the couch,” he said.

I turned. Tex settled down on the cushions, legs sprawled, dick jutting up as he stroked it with one big hand.

“Perform a little more for me,” he said with a devious smile. “I want to watch you ride me.”