Slowly, I drop my gaze. “Careful, Greg. Last man who did that is walking around with a bloody stump.”
He snatches his hand away. “We’re at the inn behind the arena. She needs to be there by ten a.m.”
Fuck, that’s earlier than I’d planned. “Yeah, okay. We’ll be at the Crown on Water Street.”
He raises an eyebrow. Where’d he expect me to take her? Some fleabag motel that rents rooms by the hour?
His attitude evaporates and he squeezes Shelby’s shoulder. “Good show tonight. I think it was your best one yet.”
“You liked ‘Friends in Low Places?’” She grins.
“Yes, that was a great ender. But I’m talking about your performance. Good job.”
“Thanks.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Trent’s waiting in her dressing room. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to put in the van?” He gestures to her trunk and the different bags scattered around.
“Shoot.” Shelby bites her lip. “The trunk definitely. I have my backpack ready for tonight, so I’ll keep that and my purse.” She glances down. “But I need to pack up my dress.”
“I’ll bring the trunk with us, Trent,” I offer. “You’re not leaving right now, are you?”
“Nah, we’ll be here for a bit.” He gathers up some of her other things. “Guitar’s already up there. You don’t need it, right?”
“Nope. All set.” She walks him to the door and locks it after he leaves.
“What do you need me to do, Shelby?” I ask, sorting through the stuff spilling out of her trunk. “You got a hanger or something you want the dress on?”
“Take out your cock.”
“What now?” I turn my attention from the trunk to her.
She kicks her shoes in the direction of the trunk, hitting the side with two solid thumps. “You heard me.” Her hips sway as she closes the short distance between us. She presses her hands against my chest and pushes.
I smile down at her. “You’re gonna have to be stronger than that to take me down.”
“That right?” She slides her hands lower, cupping me through my jeans.
“Fuck.” My eyes close. She gives me another shove and this time I topple onto the couch.
“That’s better.” She gathers her skirt and slips her hands underneath it. A few seconds later, her little shorts and her underwear sail toward the trunk.
My heart hammers. “What are you doing?”
She bends her leg, gently setting it on the couch cushion next to my thigh, and lowers herself onto my lap. “I said, take out your cock.”
“Told you I wanted to eat your pussy first.” I grin at her and lace my fingers behind my head, easing into the couch.
“I’m all sweaty and need a shower.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
“Hmm. You’re being awfully difficult.” She shifts back and attacks my belt, pulling it loose and diving for the button of my jeans.
“You’re not worried about someone—” I flap my hand toward the door, all words falling out of my brain as she starts stroking my cock. “Fuck.”
“Door’s locked.” She sneaks her hand in my pocket and pulls a condom free. “Good man.”
“I like to be prepared.” I wink at her and pluck the packet from her fingers.
I barely have it rolled on all the way when she rests one hand on my shoulder and uses the other to hike up her dress, hovering over my lap and lining herself up.
“Oh fuck,” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m glad you’re primed and ready, because this is going to be short.”
She laughs softly and rakes her nails over my shirt, slowly easing her way down.
“Oh.” She lets out a soft grunt when she bottoms out.
I slide my hands up under her dress, appreciating the muscles in her legs straining. “Come on,” I encourage, grabbing her ass cheeks and pushing her forward. There’s too much dress in my way. My hands go to the zipper at her back and tug. “This needs to come off, right?”
“Y-yes.”
Tight, tiny little fucking zipper.
Finally, I tug it down enough that the straps fall off her shoulders. I drag the top down and flick the clasps of her bra loose. “Much better.” I cup her tits, holding them up for my eager mouth, and suck one nipple, then the other.
“Shit!” She stabs her fingers through my hair, yanking a fistful. “Oh my God, Logan.”
Her movements turn frantic as she loses her rhythm, her body crashing into mine in a chaotic frenzy.
“Already?” I kiss and lick at her neck, savoring the salt on