Caleb had one word to describe the tour-insanity. Jasmine's new celebrity had crowds swarming wherever they went. It was a damn good thing Carson had reached out to the police departments in each city, gotten a contact and set it up to hire off duty cops as needed. The band was practically wetting itself, they were so over the top about it. And maybe because of that, and because Jasmine was the key, they had appointed themselves her extra protections. Wherever she went, they went, even if they did nothing else but take orders from Caleb.They had hit their third stop before the first sign of trouble showed its head."Sorry to bother you this, early, but the bus is fucked." It was six in the morning, they were due to leave at ten and Gary was on the phone with Caleb. "The driver's losing his shit.""What's the problem?" He was glad his training had taught him to come alert in seconds."It's the engine. Someone put sugar in the gas tank and it gummed up the engine."Shit!"Okay, ok
Caleb had never been one for concerts, even as a kid, so the magnitude of that night's event stunned him. People clogged the parking lot trying to score tickets and the venue staff selling merchandise for the two performers ran out before the evening was even over. Backstage the two sets of roadies worked like well-oiled machines, getting their performers on and off stage and keeping the show flowing. Sweet Dixie, who greeted Jasmine like a long lost sister, insisted she do the last number with them again, and fifteen thousand fans screamed their lungs out. The next two shows were just as wild, especially since the band also had Jasmine sing one of their songs with them. Gary Lockwood told him this was unusual. Most acts like Sweet Dixie wanted the spotlight all to themselves. The opening act was just something to give them time to get their shit together for the night. But apparently they had developed an affection for Jasmine on the last tour. "That's like gold in the vault," Gar
The Austin Energy Center was about to be filled with more than fifteen thousand shattering, crazy fans. The promoter had begun selling the merchandise for her and Sweet Dixie twenty-four hours before the show because people were screaming for it. He'd sold out and Carson had to have an emergency shipment overnighted to the venue. Between her and the headliner they were swamped with a sudden flood of requests for interviews. Carson was on site working with Caleb to manage the process. They ended up doing them all at the hotel where they were all staying so they could contain and regulate things. Everywhere she went, inside the hotel or outside, Jasmine was stunned by the huge increase in people who recognized herJasmine was ready to either shoot Caleb our kick him in the balls. The man was driving her nuts. It was only because of him, his feelings for her, their connection that she'd had the strength not to be scared out of her wits when Cobra finally got to her. That same sense of
Part One: Letting GoKari Loftin settled the Chicago Cubs cap on her sleek brown hair and walked into the sports bar of the hotel as if she came here every day. She didn't go to bars alone unless she was meeting someone on business. It had always seemed so...shady to her. She might not even be here tonight except the Cubs were in first place in all of major league baseball and sitting home alone trying to celebrate sucked. Her life needed some shaking up. At forty two she was finally tired of living in the past and having no future. Of telling herself she was satisfied with her pitiful excuse for a sex life. Of putting herself in the position where that sex life only left her with groping middle-aged men who popped Viagra like candy. Today, when nothing had allowed her breathing room from the iron control she always fought to keep in place, she'd realized how empty she'd deliberately made her life. There was something to be said for letting go. If she could make herself do it. A
And so are you, he wanted to say. The minute she'd wedged herself in and hitched up onto the stool next to him his dick hardened almost to the point of pain. All he'd expected tonight was to watch his Cubs in a crowd of like-minded people. Little did he expect that Fate would deliver a delicious package to him in a Cub s t-shirt and cap.He figured her for about five four, a lush, generous figure that made his mouth water. Full breasts pushed against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. Even with the bar he knew she was wearing he nipples were large enough to leave an outline. God, he just wanted to lean over and take each of them in his mouth, one at a time, and suck and nibble them.Her slacks were well cut for her generous hips and thighs. Mentally he licked his lips. A man could get lost in those thighs, massaging the soft flesh. He could imagine the tempting cunt they were hiding, covered in soft light brown curls just a shade darker than the soft strands peeping out from beneath her
When Riley said suite he really meant it, Kari thought, as he opened the door and ushered her in. They were on the top floor of the hotel, which should have been her first clue that Riley was shelling out some big bucks for his stay. The so-called sitting room was bigger than half of her condo. Beyond open carved double doors she saw a bedroom big enough to hold the mob in the bar and a bed large enough for an orgy.An orgy? God, Kari, you are really letting it all hang out.Riley flipped a switch and two lamps with soft lights blinked on. The remote for the television sat on a glass table, and he pressed buttons to turn on the giant television and tune to the channel broadcasting the game."How about a fresh Lone Star?" he asked. "I don't think you even got to finish the one you ordered.""That sounds good," she told him. She stood in the middle of the room, rubbing her hands against her thighs and wondering where she should sit. On the couch? Too inviting? In one of the big cha
He'd said it lightly, but there was a heavy undertone of meaning beneath the words and his body was rigid with control. She knew about control but it was a different kind. She hid behind it every day of her life, locked behind an iron shield for so long she wasn't even sure she knew how to let go. She was amazed that he actually wanted to fuck her, a man wh9o could probably have any woman in the world. Only if you want me to.Yes, I want you to, but I'm afraid What if I turn you off?.The owner of Loftin Realty was supposed to have her shit together, not be trembling like a shy virgin.As if he could hear her thoughts, he said, "How about it, Kari. Can you trust me for one night? Believe what I say? I promise I'm going to make you feel very, very good."She could feel his power rippling beneath the surface, surrounding her. Could she just do this? Give him control? Not worry about anything? While her brain was still whirling his mouth came down on hers, his tongue sliding betwe
Riley thought for sure he'd died and gone to heaven. He'd never tasted pussy cream as sweet as hers, lapping at it as if he'd never get enough. He stared at her wide open sex, relishing in the sight of the darkened pink flesh and the swollen clit peeping out from its protective hood. He didn't know whether to tongue fuck her first or suck on her clit until he made her come. She was so wet he couldn't drink her in fast enough. He couldn't wait to sink his cock into her, to feel the walls of her cunt clasp his shaft. He moved his hands to slide them under her ass and lift her higher to his mouth. As he did so his fingers slipped into the crevice of her buttocks. The tip of one finger brushed against the tight ring of her anus and she jerked, then let out a groan of pleasure. Could he flip her to her hands and knees and plunge into that hot, dark, rear tunnel? Would she let him take her there? He'd have to find a way. For that, and a lot more. It shocked him that in the very short ti