Free Hillbilly Rockstar by Lorelei James Page A

“Hello, Salt Lake City!” and moseyed to the center of the stage.
    The roar of the crowd was deafening. Their reaction gave her goose bumps.
    The lead guitar played a riff, the drums joined in and the show got under way.
    And what a show it was.
    No wonder his concerts sold out. The man was electric onstage. He had a great rapport with his band, making sure they got time in the spotlight. He danced a little. Male strippers had nothing on him—he knew exactly how to move that very fine body for maximum effect. He played a rock cover tune, all his biggest hits, and at one point he stripped it down to him and his guitar, with Tay on background vocals.
    In that moment, she understood it wasn’t the spectacle of his stage show that caused that
wow
factor, but the man himself and his music.
    Ninety minutes and two encores later, he exited the stage for the final time. But his night wasn’t over.
    Amid the congratulations from the crew for the great show, he headed back to his ready room. Liberty followed behind the security escorts and caught the door before it slammed in her face.
    Keeping his gaze on hers, he uncapped a bottle of water and drank deeply. His clothes clung to his body, completely damp with sweat. Then he began unbuttoning his shirt.
    Liberty’s mouth went dry at the sight of the sculpted muscles of his shoulders, arms, and chest. Using a bootjack, he removed his boots and his hands went to his belt buckle. “Are you really gonna stand there and watch me strip without sayin’ a word?”
    â€œAre you really gonna strip in front of me and expect me not to watch?” she retorted.
    Devin laughed. “First night on tour and you’re already bustin’ my balls. So what’s up?”
    â€œJust wondering if you want me escorting you to the party, or if you’d prefer security. And how long before you’re ready.”
    â€œI need to shower, so you go on. Tell the security guys to stick around.”
    She nodded. Just as she reached the door, it opened and a well-endowed blonde paused in the doorway. “Can I help you?”
    â€œI’m supposed to meet Devin here.”
    Liberty wondered how often that statement worked for these groupies. Her gaze dropped to the lanyard with the backstage pass. “Sorry. He’s—”
    â€œVery happy to see you,” Devin inserted behind her. “What’s your name again?”
    â€œEve.”
    â€œBeautiful name, doll. Come on in.” He took her hand and tugged her into the room.
    When Liberty spun around to protest that this strange woman, whose name he hadn’t even known, had gained access to him by flaunting her tits, she was momentarily sidetracked by his bare chest. How did the man maintain that physique when he spent most of his time on a tour bus playing guitar?
    Devin murmured something to Eve and snaked his hand around her waist. He said, “I’ll see you at the party,” without meeting Liberty’s gaze and shut the door on her.
    She wanted to knock until he opened the door again and point out this woman could be dangerous and should be frisked for weapons—but then she realized how ridiculous that sounded. Eve’s outfit defined skimpy.
    The security guard to the right smirked at her. “Yes, she’s clean. We checked her. And the five others waiting in line behind her.”
    She glanced at the ladies glaring at one another from various spots in the hallway. “Just make sure he makes it to the party after he’s done.”
    Liberty cautioned herself against a morality judgment. He was a guywho used his celebrity for easy sex—no different from most of the men in the public eye.
    What she didn’t understand? Why some women were so eager to drop to their knees for a guy they didn’t know. Did they brag to their friends about giving a celebrity a blow job? Did they think they were so good at sucking cock that a guy like Devin would fall