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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Kendra Mills has a secret thing for down-n-dirty rockers. She's never acted on impulse until she met Nick Satorre, bass player for Shattered Dreams. Leather-clad, long-haired Nick holds the key to unlocking all her hidden passions and desires. He can rock her world, but does he have staying power? Nick's dreams of becoming a famous rock star are about to come true, but at the worst possible time. Love or fame, Nick must choose. Will Nick shatter Kendra's dreams and live up to his name? Or will Kendra's heart of glass bind him forever. Love and music create the most beautiful harmony.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: January 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [276 KB]
Words: 65576
Reading time: 187-262 min.

Chapter 1

Dressed to the nines, the brunette in the skimpy red dress looked good enough to eat. His gaze raked over her, from her barely covered nipples, to her tiny little feet encased in black stiletto heels. He tried to pretend she wasn't there, but it became difficult to set up his gear and not stare like a lust-struck idiot.

"Way out of your league, music man," his friend David said, as he came up beside Nick. "If they look like that, they're usually trouble, with a capital T."

Nick grinned as he shrugged his shoulders. "Eye candy." His shaggy locks fell in his face, and covered his eyes. But from his vantage point on stage, he could watch the scantily clad beauty as she slid up onto a bar stool, and stared with avid interest as the stretchy red mini crept higher up her thighs. He took in the full length of her legs before his eyes once again strayed to the black stilettos. Stunning, absolutely stunning.

Nick looked away when all three women turned to stare in his direction. He knew from experience each one assessed him in a different way. The tiny blonde he pegged as a man-eater. She had a feral look about her that said she'd chew a man up and spit him out when she'd had her fill. The redhead was a little older, with a dreamy look in her eyes. Nick snorted. She either remembered her own wild youth or considered a new boy-toy, namely him. He prayed his first thought was closer to the truth. Not that the redhead wasn't good-looking of her own accord, but he had no desire to fill the role of boy-toy. She's not Beauty.

He returned his focus to the tangled power cords he'd managed to knot. He'd already given her a pet name, his brown-haired beauty with the big, dark eyes. Yes, she was his idea of beauty. He stole another quick glance in their direction and for a brief second their gazes held. His breath hitched in his chest. Nick forced himself to take in air and expel it from his lungs. If he read her signals correct, she also forced herself not to stare. Tonight looked real good for Nicky.

Is she a groupie out to score with one of the boys from the band? Has she set her sights on me? Nick's thoughts swirled in his head as he pulled his one true love from its hard plastic case. There, snuggled in the black velvet, rested his custom Fender bass guitar. With loving care he placed the black bass on its stand next to his amp.

When his hair fell in his face again, he cursed for not remembering to tie it back. Nick snorted again, as Tony's comment about how cool it looked when his long black hair flowed around him while he played popped in his head. He and the other guys in the band had razzed Tony for weeks about being gay and hitting on him. Tony assured them he wasn't gay and was more concerned with their stage presence. Time and time again Tony had reminded him Shattered Dreams was their ticket to stardom and a solid stage presence ran a close second to the quality of their music. He wasn't sure if Tony had told the truth or not.

Nick returned his focus to his gear. They had thirty minutes before show time. If she continued to stare at him, he'd talk to Beauty between sets. If she stuck around long enough.

The DJ began to play an early Motley Crue tune and Nick caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Sweet Mother Mary, will you watch her move! He wasn't the only one who'd noticed the girls on the dance floor. The other guys in the band had all stopped to watch the smorgasbord of delectable femme fatales shake it on the dance floor. It was Ladies' Night at the Library Café. The bar crawled with women, and he could have his pick tonight, if he chose. But Nick could only see one: Beauty.

She was there, right in front of him, not three feet away. He could reach out and touch her, if he was so bold. The soft, subtle scent of jasmine filled the air. It intoxicated and enticed him, and he knew it had to emanate from her.

He pulled his eyes off Beauty and locked with the green gaze of Red. She gave him a brief nod, almost an approval before she turned her back on him. His gaze riveted back to Beauty, who swayed to and fro as if the music washed over her. Nick shifted to adjust the sudden bulge in the front of his jeans. Damn! They were tight enough without a semi to add to the picture.

"Hey, Nick!" one of the guys yelled over his shoulder. "Come and give me a hand, will ya?"

"Yeah, sure," he muttered as he turned toward the drummer, David. "Whatcha need, man?"

"First, tighten the wing nuts on the cymbal, and then adjust the feet a little on the snare. Damnit, now the bass wants to wobble. When you're done, can you pull your head out of your pants and focus on what we came here to do? You can pick up Little Red after the show."

"Little Red?"

"Yeah, the red skirt you've been staring at like a fool. For God's sake, man, don't drool."

Nick gave David a lopsided grin, "What can I say? She's hot."

"So is a fiery pit of doom. Be careful what you jump into."

"Who said I was going to jump into anything, David? I can look. I think I understand why Adam was so eager to bite into the apple."

"Yeah, and look where mankind is today," his brother, Sal, said as he came up beside Nick.

"Back off, Sal, this is an A and B conversation, C your way out of it," Nick snarled.

"That's so freakin' childish. I can't believe you even said it out loud."

"Guys, guys, guys." David tsked. "I hate to point out the obvious, but brother shouldn't be pitted against brother, especially ten minutes before show time. Very unprofessional, both of you."

Nick glared at his older brother before he stalked away. He found a small booth tucked off in a corner, partially shrouded by the stage. He had his head buried in his hands when he heard the click-clack of high heels and caught a subtle whiff of jasmine. He didn't have to look up, he knew it was her. He lifted his head to take in a red-clad body with sexy curves and continued up to stop at a pair of perfect, handful-sized breasts with hard little nipples restrained inside the tight fabric. His gaze went higher to stare straight into the stunning face surrounded by a soft cloud of dark brown hair. Beauty.

"Hi. Is everything all right? I, um, mean, there's no problem with your equipment or anything, is there?" she stammered again and blushed. "What I mean is, you'll be able to go on and play your set, right?"

Nick couldn't help but snicker at her sexual innuendos, or the way she blushed, nor could he ignore the sexy tone of her voice. It sort of made him all warm inside. She sounded soft and husky. It fit her ... perfectly. He cleared his throat. "My equipment works just fine, all of it. Just a family squabble started by me. You caught me licking my wounds. The name's Nick, Nick Satorre, bass payer for Shattered Dreams." He stuck his hand out to her.

Beauty hesitated a moment and then gently placed her hand in his. Her little pink tongue flicked out and across her upper lip before she spoke. "Kendra, I'm Kendra Mills."

"It's nice to meet you, Kendra. Would you like to join me for a minute?" he asked, without releasing her hand. She was soft, warm and he wanted to continue to touch her. He'd hang on to the brief physical contact as long as possible.

"I'd like that, Nick," she said as she slid into the tiny booth beside him. She gave him a small smile and gently tugged her hand from his grasp. "So how long have you been in a band?"

Nick smiled and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Shattered Dreams is a remnant band." He scooted closer to her and pointed toward the guys on stage. "The bald guy over there, my brother Sal, is our guitarist. He came up with the idea to put this group together. The tall skinny guy with the shock of blonde hair is Tony, our lead singer, and my bud, David, is on drums. We've all been playin' since our early teens but joined forces about five years ago. We took the best from four garage bands goin' nowhere and created ... us. But I guess to answer your question I've been in a band off and on for the past ten years or so."

Nick caught Kendra glance toward the table she'd left, just in time to watch the man-eater raise her glass in a toast. "What was that all about?"

"What? Oh, Belinda's idea of humor. She tries to come across like a tyrant but she's really all bark and no bite."

"Good to know. She looks like a man-eater."

Kendra raised one eyebrow and gave him a funny look. "Really?"

"I shouldn't have said that. She's your friend and-and I'm not making a good first impression, am I?"

Kendra gave him a sweet smile. "I should probably go back and join my friends. It was nice to meet you, Nick. Good luck tonight."

He watched her wiggle out of the booth and caught a glimpse of black panties under the hem of her dress. Find a way into those pants, Nick! His mind whirled, scrambled for something, anything to get close to her again. "Hey, Kendra, we start in a few minutes and play forty-five minute sets with fifteen minute breaks between." He smiled, and poured on the Satorre charm. "I'd really like to talk to you some more. Maybe you'll let me buy you a drink later? It'll give me a second chance at my botched first impression."

She gave him a tentative smile and fixed her creeping dress. "You only get one shot at a first impression but, sure, Nick, I'll let you buy me a drink. We'll see what comes up." With that she turned to sashay back to her table and friends.

Nick sat and appreciated her heart-shaped ass and sexy legs walk away from his table. He let loose a deep sigh and shook his head. Note to self, stop insulting the girl's friend. It doesn't score any points.

"Excuse me? Hey, Romeo, get your ass up on stage. I told you to sniff around Little Red after the show."

Nick glared at David. "Don't be a dick, Dave. You'd be all over her, if you thought you had a chance."

Tony slid between the two. "Gentlemen, it's show time. Save the arguments over skirts until after the show."

Nick turned to glare at Tony as Tony smiled and winked at him. Instead of jumping down his throat too, Nick laughed. "Yeah, like you'd never spare a few minutes for a hot little number like her? Work comes first. I got that part. And don't call her Little Red. Her name's Kendra."

Tony and David looked at each other and snickered. David sang, "Nicky's got a girlfriend, Nicky's got a girlfriend."

Nick shook his head at his friend. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. You're such a dick, Dave." He heard their snickers as he walked away.

The houselights went down low. Nick and his band mates took their places on stage as the DJ made the introductions. "Library Café, please give it up for your local boys, Shattered Dreams!"

Nick waited while David started the count. On cue, the stage lit up as they broke into a cover of Whitesnake's, Still of the Night. They had unique set lists for the different bars they played all over town. Phoenix was a diverse city. What went over well at one bar wouldn't at the next. The crowd at The Library Café gravitated more to the big-haired metal bands of the mid-eighties, so they played it.

Kendra and the blonde man-eater were on the dance floor again. This time with another guy who tried to dance with both girls at the same time, even though it was pretty obvious he had eyes for the blonde man-eater. Good luck with that one, buddy. Keep your hands and eyes off of Beauty, 'cuz she's mine.

He couldn't believe how possessive his thoughts had turned with this girl. He knew nothing about her, yet wanted her all to himself. For heaven's sake, he was jealous of a complete stranger who danced near her! The tall redhead returned to the dance floor for a minute and hugged the leather-clad man-eater before she dashed out the door. Where's she rushing off to?

The crowd loved everything they played. The first set flew by and the next thing Nick heard was Tony announce they'd take a short fifteen minute break. The DJ turned the house music on as the band left the stage.

Nick grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat off his face and neck. He pulled out a black bandana and tied it over his head like a skull cap, in an attempt to keep the hair out of his face, yet still allow it to fall past his shoulders and down his back. "I'm going out back. I forgot my strings in the van. I'll be back in a few."

"Yeah whatever, lover boy, be back inside of fifteen," Sal threatened over a water bottle.

"Jealous, Sal?" he jeered as he walked out from behind the backstage area.

Kendra sat with the blonde man-eater and the unnamed dancer when he approached her table. "Hi, I, um, need some gear out of the van. Want to come get some air with me?"

Kendra gave him a reserved smile. "Nick, this is my friend, Belinda, and her new friend, Kyle."

He greeted them and tried not to sound rude. He only had fifteen minutes. He pushed the issue with Kendra. "So, would you like to take that walk with me?"

Skepticism crossed her lovely features for a second before she unfolded her long legs and stood next to him. "Sure, let's go," she said as she laced her arm through his.

Nick turned to Belinda and Kyle before they left the table. "It was nice to meet both of you. I hope you enjoy the show. I'll have her back in about fifteen minutes."

Belinda, the man-eater, narrowed ice blue eyes at him. "Be sure you do."

Nick led her out the backstage door and into the moonlit parking lot. "Is she always so protective of you?"

Kendra tugged on his arm and giggled in his ear. "Don't mind Belinda. She's a, how would you put it? Oh yes, a dominant figure. You'll love her if you give her a chance and get to know her. Like I said earlier, she really doesn't bite as hard as she barks."

He held the door open for her. The scent of her jasmine perfume punched him in the chest as she sailed into the parking lot. The night air cooled his heated flesh, yet did nothing to cool the arousal the woman next to him caused. They walked the short distance to the van. Nick slid his hands down her arms and laced his fingers with hers. "I don't want to talk about Belinda, and I really don't need anything out of the van."

Kendra tipped her face up to meet his gaze. "Why did you bring me out here then?"

Her breath danced across his chin and neck, she was so close. Was she really naïve or had he played into her hand? Nick moved in even closer as shivers of desire coursed through him. "So I could get you alone," he whispered as he nuzzled her neck and pressed the evidence of his desire against her. His cock swelled even more when she snaked her arms up his chest and entwined her fingers in his hair.

"Do you taste as sweet as you look? And smell?" he murmured between nibbles on her jaw line. He flicked his tongue against her lips. She moaned in response and pulled him tighter. Nick caressed her taut nipples through the fabric before he moved his hands lower to the hem of her dress. Gently he brushed his knuckles against her inner thighs.

Kendra moaned again and arched her body closer against him. "Kiss me, Nick."

"You're hot for me, aren't you, Beauty?"

"What did you call me?" she whispered against his lips.

"Beauty. The minute you walked in tonight, I thought to myself, she is the epitome of beauty. The inside of your thighs are wet. You want more than kisses, don't you, Kendra?" He rubbed his cock against her leg again, teasing himself. "Let me touch your pussy. I want to taste you."

"Out here in the parking lot? We can't. Someone will see us." Her voice rose to a tight shrill.

"Yes, right here, right now. We're alone and it's dark. No one will see anything." He searched her face for any sign of hesitation. He ran his hands down her body to her creamy thighs as she sighed and melted into his touch. Nick smiled in the dark. No, no hesitation on her part. He knelt down, hiked the hem of her dress up to expose her skimpy little panties. He hooked his finger in the elastic band to move them to the side. She shifted and exposed her damp curls and puffy pussy lips to his greedy eyes. "Simply stunning," he murmured as he thrust his tongue between her folds to find her clit.

Kendra gasped and clutched at his head. She leaned against the van for support. Nick lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder as he ran his hand up her thigh to cup and fondle her ass. She opened more fully for him and thrust against his tongue. Constricted in his tight jeans, his cock gave a painful throb. He ignored his own discomfort and continued to stroke her with his mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet. He could eat her like this for hours. The smell of her arousal and her little mewling noises made him hotter yet.

He listened to the sounds of the night, heard the traffic from the street, the music from the bar and Kendra's rapid breathing. He applied more pressure to her sensitive clit. Soon her rapid breaths became pants as she ground her pussy against his face.

"Yesssssss," she purred. "Fuck me with your tongue. Let me come on your face."

Nick growled in response and slid two fingers in her slick tunnel without releasing his hold on her clit. He opened his eyes to see her play with her own breasts and tweak her nipples. Yes, that's it, sweetheart. Come for Nicky.

Kendra's body clamped around his fingers as her orgasm racked through her. Nick gently eased his fingers out of her slit and kissed the inside of her thigh. He pulled the bandana from his head and cleaned her off. Tenderly, he slid her panties back in place and removed her leg from his shoulder. He made sure she'd regained her balance before he stood in front of her.

Kendra grabbed his face and kissed him deep. She slid her tongue between his lips to tangle and mate with his. Nick put his hands on her hips and rubbed his hard cock against her. He'd kill for another fifteen minutes alone to fuck her brains out and ease the pressure from his sac.

She broke off the kiss, caressed his cock through his jeans and met his direct stare. "Keep that cock hard for me, Nick. On your next break, it's my turn to do you."