Kelsey may not know much about music, but she's willing to give anything a shot. So when she stumbles upon the backstage sexual exploits of the hottest new rock band in America, she's not sure whether to run away or be turned on.

Now the band's dangerous and wild leader, Joaquin Wolfe, has turned his attentions on the innocent young girl - and the rest of the band isn't far behind. But Kelsey is about to discover that she might have more to offer than even they are prepared to handle!

Warning: This adults-only story of fame and passion contains 5,800 words of rough group sex, multiple penetrations, anal sex, and more!

EXCERPT:

He set his mic back on the stand and moved toward me. My heart pounded fast as his hand nestled into the small of my back. He held a hand toward couches against the nearby wall.

“Would you care to have a private show before we take the stage? I want to know if we can win you over.” He smelled of leather, sweat, and the faintest hint of black licorice. My head spun from the attention as I let myself be guided to the seat.

“Um...”

The band wasn't taking no for an answer. I couldn't believe it. They started to play, and the room was drowned in throbbing tones that vibrated through my entire body. Joaquin gazed at me as he sang, his nimble fingers wrapped around the microphone that pressed against his supple mouth. He dropped a hand to his side and craned back as he held a long note. My skin shivered as the band matched his intensity. His free hand snapped to his neck, and he whipped open his shirt in a swift motion. I gasped as he whipped around in a frenzy, growling and tearing until his muscled torso was fully exposed. His perfect chest glistened with sweat as he thrashed and swayed with the music.

His attention snapped to me and my heart leapt into my throat as he moved fast and purposeful toward me. The free hand reached out and touched my cheek. It was charged with energy and passion. I gasped at the jolt it sent through me. He noticed. His eyelids fluttered wider and took my hand in a hot, firm grip. I felt myself stand to my feet. He pressed against me, and we stepped quickly until I felt the guitarist's back against mine. I could feel his muscles move against me as he strummed and worked on his instrument. My mind raced from the din of music and the intoxicating effect of being pressed between the two brazen, confident men.

My breath was coming faster and harder. I couldn't tear my eyes from the charismatic singer. He deftly flicked off his mic and tossed it onto the couch before grabbing me roughly around the waist. He pulled me against him with a growl. The band played on. I inhaled his scent again, the leather and sweat spinning my head. He oozed sexuality. His hungry hands roved unabashedly over my body. I felt like I was some sort of spoil of war he was claiming. I had never been so turned on in my life.

Joaquin smoothed back my hair from my face. His fingers slipped between the strands and tightened, pulling my head back forcefully. I gasped as his mouth plunged to the tender flesh of my neck. Suction and heat rippled across my skin in his ravenous kisses. I clutched back, moaning with abandon as his mouth searched me.

He pulled away and I gasped again as his hand held tight in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

“I've found one thing you like,” he growled, “but I think I’ll keep searching for more.” My nether regions warmed with desire. He spun me and smoothed back my hair, bending to bite at my nape. His strong, hot body pressed hard against me. I smiled as I felt his warm breath exhale in longing against my flesh.

I loved how they were staring at me. All of their eyes were on me as they played. I could see the hunger plain on their faces. I laughed and teased, rubbing against Joaquin and inviting his hands to search every part of me. The bass player fumbled some chords and exchanged knowing glances with the drummer.

Joaquin's hand nestled under my chin and turned my face toward his as he clutched me from behind.

“I always like to release tension before a show,” he whispered into my ear.

“You want to show me how?” I purred back.