Free Whisky Lullaby: Rock Star Romance, Step-brother New Adult Romance (Tennessee Romance Book 1) by Lexy Timms Page A

straight face.
    “He must like this girl,” Dale said with a smirk. Logan felt everything and it all came out in his music.
    “You know he’s going to come out flying on the stage like a bad ass,” Zip warned.
    “And make the rest of us look like chumps,” Gavin griped.
    “Hey,” Zip snapped as he adjusted his collar. “Speak for yourself.”
     
    ***
     
    After they finished their dinner Logan took Ashley on another ride. They passed by the house where Logan grew up, but they didn’t stop in. He didn’t even mention it was his street. He kept his head down and focused on the road in front of him.
    The wind whipped through Ashley’s hair as she gripped onto Logan’s shoulders tightly. “Riding at night’s completely different than in the day,” she told him as they slowed for a stop sign. The sun had begun its descent and set quicker than she expected. Shifting her grip from his shoulders to his stomach, she held on tight.
    Logan’s eyes lingered in the distance to the bright lights of Nashville. “You okay, Ash?” he asked over the roar of his motorcycle’s engine.
    He felt her smile against his shoulder as she slid her hands over his stomach and chest. It nearly made him pull the bike over to the side of the road so he could taste her.
    In a confident and steady voice, she replied, “Just fine, Logan.”
    He liked the way she said his name.
    Her hands continued to roam over him and he slowed their speed so she wouldn’t feel the need to cling to him so tightly. She picked something plastic out of the chest pocket of Logan’s leather jacket.
    “And just what do ya think you’re doing, Missy?” Logan asked with a delicious smile growing across his face. Fuck it . He pulled his bike onto the shoulder of the quiet country road. Pivoting his head back to Ashley, his eyes glimmered with expectation.
    Ashley bit her bottom lip as she stared at his face. A smile curled from her lips as she held up his banjo pick. “How about you kiss me now, before the show starts?” Her breath came out in small gasps, and her breasts rose and fell with them.
    A sharp sound escaped from Logan’s mouth as his eyes roamed from her perky, silky skinned breasts peeking through the top of her blouse to her soft lips.
    “And why might I do that, Miss Slater?” Logan turned and ran his hands up her sides stopping at her ribcage.
    Breathily, Ashley replied, “Because I’m asking.”
    Slowly, Logan brought his lips to hers in a gentle but sensuous kiss. Her tongue met his, engaged in a seductive dance. He tried to be gentle but as she pressed her body closer to his, he crushed his lips harder against hers, wanted to taste more of her.
    He unclipped her helmet, letting it fall to the ground, so he could run his hands through her hair. His fingers caught, just as he imagined they would and he groaned against her mouth. Reluctantly, he pulled his lips away from hers, but held her gaze. “What are you doing to me?” Logan swallowed hard.
    She gave him a sinful smile, a wicked look in her eyes.
    He imagined her in bed, naked and begging. Or would he be the one begging her? It didn’t matter.
    Holding Logan’s silver Whisky Lullaby banjo pick, she teased him as she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting him one last time. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Logan Murphy.” Slyly, Ashley slipped the banjo pick into the cavern of her jean pocket. “I’m just another one of your groupie followers.” She winked at him.
    As Logan revved the engine of the motorcycle, he laughed. He imagined the looks of the female faces who followed the band as Ashley rushed the stage to kiss him and pass him the pick.
    “What?” Ashley asked innocently as she reached down to put her helmet back on. She slipped her hands over his chest and let them run down his taut stomach before her fingers entwined together.
    As Logan eyed her, he began to laugh hysterically. Pulling her close against him, he spoke above the roar of the engine,