Free On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Jade C. Jamison Page A

away from my cheek, and I felt his fingertips touch my ear.  “You’re a sight to behold up there.”
    I had no words.  I wasn’t sure what to say, so I forced out, “Thanks.”  He was making me feel tingly.
    His eyes scanned mine, dropped to my lips, and then back up.  His voice was lower when he said, “The whole time you were up there, I pictured you down on your knees sucking my cock.”
    Did you hear the record scratch?  Yep, that was me too.  He’d been pretty cozy and I’d had the feeling he wanted a little more than to just chitchat, but talk about storming the castle.  I could barely keep up, especially in my inebriated state.  But I was still a smart ass and, even though my ego was in check, I knew who I was, what I’d done thus far, and what I was capable of.  “Um…I think I’m the rock star here.  I should be asking you for a blowjob, not the other way around.”
    He started laughing.  “Just because I imagined it doesn’t mean I was going to demand it.”  His face grew serious again.  Why the hell was I now thinking about giving this guy a blowjob?  Was he really that charming?
    Yeah, he was.  He was fucking hot, even though the fact that he was at least ten years older than I (or more) was kind of freaking me out.  I nodded but kept my mouth shut.
    “ But …if you considered it, I promise you I’d take very good care of you.”
    Words escaped me.  I thought of CJ for a brief moment again, of how he acted like he was doing me a favor by making me wait an entire year to sleep with him, but this guy—clearly aware that I was probably too young—was willing to risk it all for a taste.
    And, in spite of the fact that he was too old for me, he was damned hot.  And I’d had a little too much to drink.  And he was tempting as hell.
    I nodded.  “Okay.”
    He cocked an eyebrow and smirked.  “You saying yes?”
    I grinned then and nodded.  “I think I am.”
    He stroked my cheek.  “I promise you won’t regret it.”  He leaned toward me and kissed me hard, awakening in me some odd sensations.  I could feel aggression there but just figured that was part of his technique.
    He got up and opened the door, sticking out his head and looking both ways.  Then he closed the door once more, this time locking it before walking back over to me.  He stood beside my chair and held out his hands.  I placed mine in his before standing at his invitation and then I froze a little bit.  I wasn’t sure where to go from here.
    He had it all planned out, though.  He kissed me again and then his lips moved to my neck, and I felt my nipples grow hard in response.  But then he stood up again and grabbed my t-shirt from the bottom, and I let him pull it up and over my head as I raised my arms in response.  I felt my heart beating a little harder as I stood there in my bra with him staring.  He placed his lips on my shoulder and I heard him mutter, “So sweet.”  His scorching hands grabbed me about the waist as he moved his lips back to my neck and he kissed and licked his way to the bottom of my ear.  His hands slid up my waist, then stopped just beneath my bra.  I felt the breath catch in my throat as my mouth started to water, and I let the air seep out of my lungs as my body tensed up more, knowing he wasn’t going to touch me yet.
    Eddie removed his lips from my flesh and pulled his shirt off.  He too wore a concert tee and it had hidden that he was, in fact, pretty buff.  He wasn’t overly done, but he was nothing like the metal gods I’d been worshipping for the past several years.  Those guys weren’t out of shape or in bad condition, but they weren’t, for the most part, muscular in a huge way.  This guy was.  He was no wrestler, but his muscles were more than noticeable.  The appearance of his body was important to him.  I stuck out a tentative hand.  How the hell had he managed to turn the tables so I was feeling unsure about this whole thing?  So that I