Chapter Two

      Ginny had her limits, and Ash had just hit on one of them. Of course, the guys she normally said no to were nobodies rather than international rock stars she never thought she’d get near. She really prayed her refusal hadn’t scuppered her chances of holding onto him for the night. She seriously doubted that anyone ever said no to him. Well, she was saying it, firmly and decisively. She had a perfectly good place for him to slide his dick that was already hungry to feel him. He didn’t need to go delving around looking for other options.

      ‘How do you feel about a finger?’ He wriggled his index finger before her nose.

      ‘Are you trying to compensate for something?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Think you can’t get me off again without resorting to extremes, is that it?’

      ‘I can get you off.’

      ‘Then fuck me and prove it.’

      Ginny accepted that she might sound a little demanding, but the thing was, orgasms made her horny. She always needed three or four before she felt even remotely sated. Not that she expected him to just deal them out. Sex was a two-way exchange. She merely hoped that Mister Rock Star here lived up to her fantasy expectations of how a hardcore metal head ought to fuck. And that meant them going more than one round before he did the ordinary-Joe routine and passed out.

      ‘Hm, you might need to talk me through this,’ he teased, like she believed for a second that he needed instructions, given the way he was obligingly massaging her sex with his hard-on.

      ‘Right there.’ She sighed, arching her body to accept him.

      He held off on delivering, and refused to let her push back and envelop him.

      ‘Now, Ash. Please.’

      ‘I’m not sure you really want me yet.’

      That was the most atrocious lie, and they both knew it. Like she wasn’t already so wet it’d take no effort at all for him to slide deep.

      ‘If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to knock you to the floor and jump you.’

      ‘You’re going to knock me over? Babe, I’m twice your height. I could probably bench-press you.’

      ‘I’ll have you know I’ve a black belt.’ He didn’t need to know that she only used it to hold her trousers up.

      ‘Yeah? Maybe you can show me some moves later. I like watching women exercise.’

      He was so close to being inside her now, his nearness was driving her insane.

      ‘Do it, Ash.’ Fuck, it made her horny just saying his name.

      ‘Like this?’ He joined them together in one glorious push.

      ‘Oh, God!’ That felt good. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself, but failing. So, so good!

      Ginny liked being ridden hard and she liked things frantic. What surprised her about Ash was that for all the crazy hard pounding he was doing, he wasn’t so lost in himself that he’d forgotten to make it good for her too. Almost the moment they were locked together he wrapped an arm around her and rested one hand against her lower belly. He curled his fingers, so that each thrust drove her swollen clit against them. The very merry buzz that created left her in no doubt that he’d get her off again – with luck, right around the time he came himself. She liked how he used her piercing to ramp things up. Most guys were afraid of touching it. Damn – he was everything she wanted in a lover, sexy, a little rough around the edges, daring and capable of making her so hot she feared she’d explode. Too bad he wasn’t for keeps. For him, she might consider waiving her no-commitment rule.

      ‘Oh, effin Christ!’

      A glass splintered inside Ginny’s ears, wrecking the moment of bliss that was about to happen.

      ‘Ash, must you? Really?’

      Ginny opened her eyes to find Black Halo’s diminutive keyboardist Elspeth Shriik standing in the open doorway, hands planted on her non-existent hips. She lambasted them with a gaze capable of lasering through steel. Holy shit! They were in for a serious rollicking.

      Ginny almost caved before Elspeth said another word, but Ash had such a firm grip on her that it prevented any sort of escape.

      He gave his band mate a two-fingered salute.

      ‘No one’s forcing you to watch. Piss off to the hotel and cosy up with your other half.’

      ‘Don’t you tell me to piss off, Ashley Gore.’

      Ginny swore the big bouquet of lilies on the other sofa immediately wilted. The same couldn’t be said for Ash, who nuzzled against her neck as he continued to push inside her.

      ‘Considering the furore you’ve caused tonight, maybe I should tell you to piss off for good.’

      Ginny bit her lips. Things were suddenly so tense, she wasn’t sure this was genuinely fun any more. ‘We could take it elsewhere, Ash.’

      ‘Yeah,’ Elspeth agreed, having overheard her whisper. ‘You’re not supposed to shag in the dressing room, Ash.’

      ‘So says the woman who’s screwed Xane so badly he’s walked out.’

      OK, this was not good. It was time she staged a retreat. She did not want to be in the centre of an argument, no matter how much fun he was proving to be.

      She wriggled, but he still didn’t budge.

      ‘Did you say he’s shagging?’ Another voice sounded from outside the room. ‘Where? Let me through.’

      A kerfuffle involving a lot of shoving broke out in the corridor behind Elspeth. A second or two later, Spook Mortensen, Black Halo’s Swedish rhythm guitarist, appeared in the doorway. He negotiated his way around Elspeth, making minimal contact, then, on seeing Ginny and Ash, broke into an enormous grin. ‘I don’t mind him doing it here.’

      ‘Me neither.’ The band’s bassist joined him on the sofa.

      ‘Paul!’ Elspeth chirped, disgust creasing her fey features.

      He raised his mile-wide shoulders and offered her an apologetic look. ‘What? I’m a very visual person, and I’ll take any sort of fun over the crap storm that’s going on outside. If we get out of here before midnight it’ll be a miracle.’

      ‘More like before tomorrow,’ Spook said.

      Elspeth pulled at her blonde hair. ‘I still can’t believe you’re going to sit and watch him fuck some tart over a sofa back.’

      ‘Why not?’ Ash drawled, still holding Ginny close. ‘They normally do.’

      ‘Hey, less of the “tart”,’ Ginny complained. She might have slightly loose morals but that didn’t necessitate name-calling.

      ‘I like tarts.’ Ash ran his tongue across the back of her neck. ‘Strawberry, Apple, Raspberry. Treacle’s my favourite. Yummy.’ He smacked his lips together. ‘Just like you. Maybe I could order some and lick it off you.’

      ‘Sounds sticky.’ She laughed, forgiving him, given the ardour of his wet kisses.

      ‘I