I wanted Bristol more than once. I wanted to see her face when she came for me again. She was so… different—and clearly wasn’t a typical groupie.

She tried to leave, but that wasn’t going to happen with her. No matter how hard I fought the urge to let her go, I just couldn’t.

I wasn’t really sure why, but it just felt right.

We talked about my songs in bed for a bit. I poured her a glass of wine and grabbed a scotch, both sipping as she listened to some demos. I was only used to doing this with the guys and even then, it was from more of a business standpoint. I missed the days when we were new and eager. I missed the days before fame or borderline fame. When the music meant something and wasn’t tailored to play to certain demographics.

I kissed her again just after we finished one of my favorite songs.

I rolled her over me as our tongues danced together, feeling her slick heat against my cock. I never bothered dressing after the first time I fucked her. Bristol shifted so she could move over me, and I groaned as she slid her wet pussy over my shaft.

The moon shone through my window. She looked gorgeous, and I breathed in her light cherry scent. I kissed her again as she dragged her clit over me, finding the friction she needed.

She let out a low moan as she pressed harder. My cock ached to be inside her again. I wanted to feel her bare, have her riding and grinding on me when she came again. Couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to blow in that sweet pussy again and again.

It was practically a sin in my world with all the women that would love to trap me with a baby. Bristol was different, though. Something told me she wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither was I.

The last thing I needed was someone back home waiting for me if I had to leave. Calling me on the phone. Bitching at me about how I was living my life. Questioning every little decision I made.

It was fucking dreadful just thinking about it.

But one night of pounding orgasm after orgasm out of Bristol was just what I needed. Listening to her moan my name over and over, begging for my cock while I blew inside her. Marking her. Ruining her for any man that tried to fuck her in the future.

I grinned to myself at the thought as I sucked down her neck. She mewed, seemingly as aroused as I was. I pulled her up to my face and lined my cock up.

Right when she least expected, I shoved up into her. Her eyes went huge, then closed and she sucked in a huge breath.

“Holy shit, you’re so big.” Bristol rocked forward, pressing her nipples against my chest as I gripped her ass. She was testing her angles slowly, shifting with each movement as I guided her.

“That’s it. Ride that fucking dick.” I smacked one of her ass cheeks hard and massaged it in my hand, guiding her pace.

She pressed forward, moving back and forth as we both moaned. Somehow my cock grew harder inside her, stretching her even more.

“Gage.” Bristol whimpered my name, grinding back and forth on my cock. “Oh, God.”

I snaked a hand up into her hair and balled it into a fist, then yanked her down to me and claimed her mouth with mine.

“Like it when I pull your hair?” I lifted onto the balls of my feet and began pistoning into her.

“Oh God. Yes.”

“That right?” I sped up my hips. “Like having your hair pulled and your ass smacked like a dirty little bitch?” I smacked her ass, hard.

She let out a whimper, but nodded her head.

I grinned at how much she loved every second of the way I fucked her.

“You’re gonna come on that dick, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”

I reached down and pinched one of her nipples, hard. Holding off her release for another few seconds.

“Jesus.” Her breathing sped up until she was practically panting against my shoulder.

I slipped my hand around and pressed a finger up against her asshole. “You’re dirty, aren’t you? You want this finger in your ass, huh?”

She nodded quickly. “Uh huh. Please. God. Don’t stop.”

I wrapped one arm around her back and shoved her down on my cock at the same time I inched my finger into her ass. She cried out in pleasure. I sped up, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could until her moans sounded like stutters.

She bit down on my shoulder and seized up on me. Her whole body tightened, and her toes curled. All she could do was pant my name over and over against my neck.

She was so fucking hot and tight I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gripped both of her hips and shoved her down on my cock as I blew inside her for the second time. It was animalistic. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. I wanted my come in her. That pussy was mine to blow inside of and mine alone.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing, I got up and made my way to the bathroom.

She was on my pillow sipping from a bottle of water when I walked back into the room, smiling sleepily.

“Stay here tonight.” It wasn’t a question.

She raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Do you have roommates?”

I walked forward and reached for her bottle of water. She handed it to me and I took a long drink.

“My friend Jackson. He’s on the road right now. Hockey player. Just us tonight.”

What the hell are you doing? Kick her out.

Something inside me didn’t want the night to end.

Bristol eyed me cautiously. “I don’t know.”

I leaned down close to her face. “I didn’t ask.” I grinned.

“Sounds a lot like kidnapping.”

“Eh, loosely defined. Could go either way really.”

“I don’t stay the night with someone without knowing things about them.”

“Well, funny coincidence, I don’t let people stay without thoroughly screening them as well. So, what do you do when you’re not seducing rock gods?”

What are you doing, man? Don’t get to know her.

Bristol burst out laughing. “Easy, Robert Plant. You’re not on that level yet.”

“Interesting choice, going for Plant instead of Page.” I looked around my room to see if I had a Zeppelin poster up or something. Most of the women I talked to couldn’t tell me the names of all the Beatles, but they could certainly rattle off everyone in One Direction.

“Well, Plant, Golden God. Rock god. You’re a lead singer. It just made sense.”

“I follow your logic. Proceed.”

“I’m majoring in education. Already told you that. Hoping to get a job after school.”

“Staying in Colorado?”

“I don’t know. I guess I might move if the right job came along. What about you?”

I smiled. “Love it here. I travel so much, and I love coming home where I can have a beer in a dive bar, go on a hike, hit Red Rocks for a show. It’s where I fell in love with music. The mountains speak to me for some reason.” I shouldn’t have told her so much about me, but something about it just felt—right. Natural.

That scared the shit out of me. Besides the fact that a crushed heart is a muse for fantastic music, nothing else about getting close to someone sounded like a good idea.

“You make Colorado sound amazing. I guess it’s like the grass is greener with me.”

“It is amazing. I’ve been a lot of places, but this is home. I’ll show you all my spots sometime.”

Anddd, you’re a pussy.

“Is this a thing?” She waggled a finger between us.

I sighed. “Just being nice. Don’t get any crazy ideas about falling in love with me.” I smiled to let her know I was joking—halfway.

“Right.” She dragged out the syllable and looked off at the wall.

For some reason my brain kept planning all the places I could take her, even though it would never happen.

“Sounds fun, though,” she said.

My head whipped over to meet her stare. Her eyes were so intense and vibrant.

She shrugged. “You’re an asshole. But an interesting one.”

I crawled over toward her on the bed. “You have no idea.”

* * *

I fucked her one more time from behind, pulling her hair and smacking her ass. I had a promise to keep. I’d told her I’d fuck her any which way I wanted, and I always kept my word.

Soon, we both collapsed onto my bed.

Shortly thereafter I found myself promising to have breakfast with her in the morning. This chick had me all twisted up in a matter of hours. One minute I wanted to toss her aside like any other groupie, not let her into my world. The next, I was telling her about where to get the best stack of pancakes in town. The feeling in my gut told me I was making a big mistake.

At some point we both drifted off to sleep.

* * *

We woke up a few hours later, and I got up to make coffee and saw a text from Jake. They were going to get breakfast too. Perfect. It wouldn’t look like I cared as much if it was a group thing. I walked in with two mugs.

“Got a text from Jake. They’re at his place and can meet us at the diner in an hour.”

She looked at me and then across the room at her dress, still crumpled on the floor. “Do I wear that?”

“Yeah. We’ll make it work. You can borrow my jacket. Think we need a shower first.”

“A shower?” Her eyes widened.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I have so much to teach you.”

She tried to hide her nerves behind a laugh.

I had her. She could fight it all she wanted, but if I wanted her to be mine, she would be.

We fucked once more in the shower and went to breakfast.

Jake and Valerie were already in the corner booth. The conversation was boring and mostly bullshit. Nothing interesting. When we were done, Valerie and Bristol told us they needed to get back to school.

We exchanged numbers and I pressed her against the wall for a long kiss. All the thoughts of her being yesterday’s fling vanished and my body came alive again. What was it about this woman?

We pulled away from each other and I watched as the girls got an Uber to Valerie’s car.

“They were pretty hot,” Jake said as we watched them leave. “Always good to have some local ass to call up.”

I had plenty of that if I wanted it. My condo was gated for a reason now. I didn’t know if I wanted something different with Bristol. She wasn’t the same as the others, no matter how much I tried to convince myself.

There was one thing that I did know. If I started something up with her, I’d end up breaking her heart. It was inevitable.