Superstar by Roslyn Hardy Holcomb Read Free Book Online

seen cuddling together
in bed. “Sounds like loads of fun, but I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m
not your girlfriends.”
    “Well, since you’re not attracted to me
anyway," she said and the sight of the pout of her luscious plum of
a mouth made him want to groan aloud.
    “Who said I wasn’t attracted to you? You’re
a beautiful woman and if we weren't on tour together...” he
said.
    “An attractive woman you don’t want to sleep
with.”
    “I do want to sleep with you…”
    “Then what’s the problem? I want to sleep
with you. You want to sleep with me. It’s just sex.”
    “We are not having sex,” Thad bellowed
before walking over to the chest of drawers and pulling out his
pajamas and a change of underwear. Storming toward the bathroom, he
pulled his sweat-soaked shirt over his head, launching it toward
the nearest corner. Behind him he heard Sioux gasp. Damn, he’d
forgot the tattoo.
    “Wow, that’s some amazing ink!” she said,
rising from the bed. She walked over to him and before he could say
a word she traced the large Storm Crow logo that covered his upper
back from shoulder to shoulder. The Gothic lettering and crow
itself were heavily inked in unrelieved black, so stylized it
looked almost tribal. He was amazed at the instant bolt of lust
that seemed to run directly from her soft hand to his groin. He
somehow managed to contain the groan, but nothing could stop the
shiver of response.
    He moved away from her questing fingers
before he forgot all his good intentions.
    “They say great minds think alike,” she
said. Before he could ask what she meant. She pushed down the
elastic waistband of her pajamas to reveal a pair of crow’s wings
tattooed right above her bikini line. Unlike his, hers was tiny and
delicate, with shadows and details done with almost microscopic
intricacy. It suited her perfectly, the ink standing out against
her smooth brown skin. Much as he wanted to, he couldn’t draw his
eyes away. When he finally managed to meet her gaze, he saw that
she knew exactly the effect she was having on him.
    Without another word he continued into the
bathroom. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it. The
woman was determined to drive him insane. Sure he’d had plenty of
women proposition him for sex. He was in a rock band after all.
When he was younger he’d even taken a few, okay, more than a few of
them, up on it. But Sioux obviously was no groupie. Well, at least
not with him, anyway. He flinched still bothered by the whole
blowjob at the VMAs thing. And that was absolutely crazy. Hell, she
didn’t even know him then and it wasn’t like she was promising him
eternal love and devotion. No, all she wanted was a warm body
because she was lonely and horny. And maybe that was the
problem.
    He walked over to the shower and turned it
on. The water heated quickly, filling the room with steam. Was he
really going to sleep with Sioux Dupree tonight? Platonically? He
looked down ruefully at his cock, which had risen to attention at
the notion. Well, not in this condition. He sighed and finished
stripping.
    Thad stood under the streaming waters of the
shower. Even more than fifteen minutes after he left Sioux, his
body still throbbed with need. Leaning against the back wall of the
enclosure, he wrapped his hand around his erect penis, stroking his
fist up and down the length. Every cell in his body ached for her
in a way he’d never felt. God, he hurt. He closed his eyes as he
imagined Sioux in the shower with him, stroking his cock. He could
all but see the luscious fullness of her mouth surrounding his
length as she deep throated him time and time again. Teasing him.
Pleasing him. Testing him. Taking him to the cusp of ecstasy then
backing off. Seeing how much he could take. Challenging him to take
just a bit more as she slid her tongue along his length. Her cheeks
concave as she sucked at the head. Again and again she goaded him.
His fist moved faster and faster as his fiery