Music Man

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  Amber Quill Press

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  Copyright ©2005 by Brit Blaise

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  MUSIC MAN

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  BRIT BLAISE

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  ISBN 1-59279-369-X

  Amber Quill Press, LLC

  www.amberquill.com

  Also By Brit Blaise

  Cave Creek Cowboy

  Another Cave Creek Cowboy

  Cave Creek Cowboy In Vegas

  Cave Creek Cowboy: Too Many Brides

  The Virginia Model-Logues

  DEDICATION

  To my critique group, Lex, Bev, Tina and Paula, thanks for being there.

  CHAPTER 1

  Friday afternoon, and the end of a long hard week equaled orgasm time! The special time Jade promised herself. She lit the last candle and stepped into the antique reproduction claw-foot tub. A glass of good wine warmed her blood as she reached for the handheld shower nozzle. Taking a second to wet the sides and bottom of the tub, she settled into its cozy closeness accented by the flickering candles and reached for the remote. With a push of the button, a ballsy blues instrumental began to play. She leaned back, positioning the spray of water over her eager clit.

  On a good night, she could have more than twenty orgasms during the forty-five minute song. Each crescendo brought a release, building rather than receding into another. For almost a solid hour, she could enter a state of continuous orgasmic bliss where no man had ever taken her. No man had come close.

  Well, almost no man, but she didn't like to think about him.

  Since she started using her own ingenuity on a nightly basis, she became less anxious to find Mr. Right. Why? Mr. Faucet-head and the music gave her everything she needed.

  Only about thirty seconds into the song, the pressure built at the onset of the first crescendo. At the same time, the doorbell rang.

  Damn!

  In a flash, Jade lost her momentum. Relaxing her spine into the porcelain, she concentrated harder.

  The doorbell rang a second time.

  Jade reached for the remote and pumped up the volume.

  Loud knocking replaced the pesky bell.

  "Whoever you are, go away!” she screamed.

  The insistent rapping didn't stop.

  Jade turned off the water and climbed out of the tub, grabbing her terrycloth robe when exiting the bathroom. “Whoever you are, you're going to be so sorry,” she mumbled.

  While slipping into her robe, she padded down the thick carpeted stairs and onto the ceramic tile leading through the foyer toward the front door. Yes, whoever it was, she intended to make them pay for the interruption.

  "It's been a long time,” a male voice said as soon as she jerked open the door, not bothering with the peephole.

  Jade looked at his face as he spoke. Her first thought was to run for her camera. The man had one of the most interesting faces she's seen in long time. Dark angles and shadows with swarthy tanned skinned stretched over strong aristocratic bones. One wouldn't call him traditionally handsome, but in the same breath he could be described as devastatingly gorgeous in an extreme-male, sexy sort of way. His silver-blue eyes narrowed above his five o'clock shadow, making her step back, barely conscious of the instinctive response.

  "Who are you?” Even as the words came out of her mouth, the man's shinning black hair—too long, by far—reminded her of a man she once knew. He had the kind of hair one sees on the clutch-cover of a steamy romance novel. “And why are you pounding on my door?"

  "I'm your date this evening. I can see you were waiting on bated breath for my arrival.” His piecing eyes dared her to deny it.

  Jade's first impulse, a pithy retort, didn't make it out of her mouth. She had agreed to this ridiculous blind date and couldn't contradict him. “I forgot."

  With her second breath, she remembered it was still afternoon, not evening, so why was she defending herself?

  "Witty and beautiful ... how lucky for me. I stopped to firm up our plans for this evening. Are you going to invite me in for a moment?"

  "I'm not properly dressed.” She almost wanted to tell him to get lost, but if her best friend found out, Jade would be dead meat. She'd agreed to a blind date, and she would do it, even if the guy was a toad.

  Only this guy wasn't even close to being a toad, more like Prince Cum-a-lot from the Kingdom of Wet Dreams. Well over six feet of yummy, melt-in-your-mouth, raw sensuality.

  Anyway, Jade believed in keeping her word, even if she'd been coerced into promising.

  "This won't take long,” he said patiently. “I'm an incurable romantic alone in a strange city and I wanted to make sure our plans were settled to your satisfaction for this evening."

  He wanted to make certain she was satisfied?

  "Wait here, I need to get dressed,” she told him, stepping aside to allow him into her home. “Two minutes."

  She raced up the stairs to the sound of blaring music, while trying to remember where this date was supposed to happen. Had her friend, Karen, shared that information? Jade really believed she'd find a way to get out of it. She thought about how the sex-god was dressed, casual, but sexy as anything she'd ever seen. In his tight black jeans and white, silk, loosely tailored shirt, opened to reveal a darkly furred chest, she gave him a ten. Both casual and dressy in a campy, European sort of way. She removed her robe, then threw a satin caftan over her naked body and retrieved the remote to turn off the loud music.

  When she came down the stairs, she found him staring up at her, reminding her of Rhett Butler. Or was it the shark from Jaws? It was a definite toss up. Either way, she had the feeling she was about to be devoured.

  "You don't remember me,” he said.

  Remember him? No way in hell could she ever forget this guy. “We've met? My apologies if I've offended you, but I think you must be mistaken. Trust me, I would remember."

  "I'm not offended ... amused maybe. Definitely kicking myself in the proverbial dumb ass for thinking you'd remember me."

  Jade restrained from asking, hoping his name would come to her. “What did you need to tell me about this evening?"

  He laughed, at first almost a groan, then a full roar. “Damn, you are brutal."

  His pale blue eyes rimmed with long dark lashes did look very familiar. What had she said to amuse him? “I'm glad I'm so entertaining."

  "It's no more than I deserve. When Karen set this up, I intended to come out on top with you this encounter. How foolish of me."

  "Do you always talk in circles?"

  "We met after a concert you attended with Karen while you were visiting New York City. We spent a weekend enjoying each other's company."

  "I've been to New York with Karen only once. I remember the concert well."

  What she remembered most was attacking the debuting pianist in his dressing room after the performance and making him her love slave for two straight days. The poor young man ... she had practically raped him. What was his name?

  Wait a minute. No way!

  "Because you enjoyed the pianists’ renditions of the blues or because you enjoyed throwing him to the floor and riding his cock until it nearly withered and fell off?"

  "Ian Swift,” Jade whispered.

  "One and the same. I've recovered now, thank you. A year or two of rehabilitation and it almost works as good as new."

  She ignored his innuendo. “You seem so different. Filled out and..."

  "Older,” he supplied. “Seven years ago I was a twenty-three-year-old nerd in thick glasses who played piano every waking minute."

  Jade couldn't believe how much he'd changed by adding about forty pounds of sinewy muscle to his tall lanky frame and losing the Clark Kent frames and attitude. Everything about him had filled in and out. “And you actually wanted to see me again? I would have thought—"

  "You left an impression,” he said, taking a step closer. “When I ran into Karen here in Phoenix, she suggested we get together. She mentioned you've become a bit of a recluse, although I called her a liar. The Jade Thiele I met backstage in New York City would have a difficult time without a man at her disposal."

  "Guess again,” she said and meant it. “I don't need a man. In fact, I can honestly say I've never had a man satisfy me as well as I can take care of myself."

  "You busted my balls years ago, now you're crushing what's left of them."

  "Ian, on a scale of one to ten, you were a definite ten, as I recall. I, however, don't have a good track record. We don't have to do this if I'm too honest for your taste. I get a lot of that."

  "I'm a closet masochist, so naturally I can't wait to see where this goes. And I figure I owe you. You made the first night of a beginning career a more memorable occasion—most unforgettable. Probably more memorable than you even know. Karen gave my career a jump-start with her glowing review for national television. I always figured you might have had a hand in it."

  Jade felt her face warm along with everything else. She had raved to Karen about Ian Swift's musical talent, about the way he'd almost brought her to orgasm several times with his music during the concert. In point of fact, her experience with h
im led to her current sexual experimentation and research. “I don't think I influenced Karen. She has a mind of her own. You might be interested to know my research started with your music. I believe I owe it to you to say ‘thank you.’”

  "Karen told me you're a research scientist. I didn't realize you dealt with music."

  "Music is only part of what I do. I'm writing my thesis on the effects of music on female sexuality."

  "Tough gig, but I guess someone has to do it."

  Jade stopped short of rolling her eyes. She'd heard that and more about her work.

  "So if you credit me with the start of your research, are you saying you got off when I played that night in New York? Is that why you were insatiable?"

  "That evening was my first experience with the power the blues had to—turn me—affected me. Each woman has her own tastes as to what kind of music has the capability of making her sex life more interesting."

  "And you were turned on by my performance? In that case, let me tune you up a little,” he said, walking toward the grand piano in her living room without waiting to be invited. “I distinctly recall you saying you didn't play with anything other than yourself."

  "I said that to you seven years ago? I still don't play a musical instrument. The piano belonged to my father."

  Ian stretched his long fingers and sat on the bench. “You may be overdressed for this piece. I think I can help with your research and heal my wounded ego at the same time."

  Jade started to smile. He deserved a chance, especially since he really had been incredible seven years before. “How should I be dressed?"

  "In as little as possible. Cloth impedes the sound waves flowing over the surface of the skin."

  "Is that so?"

  "I've done a little research myself."

  Jade felt a smile warming her face and spreading like wild fire. He might be teasing, but she knew he could deliver. “I'm beginning to remember more clearly now."

  Ian stood, kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt. His tanned skin glowed in the light streaming through the gauze curtains. “Join me on the piano,” he said in a husky voice.

  "You know I don't play."

  "I didn't say join me playing piano, I said on the piano. I want you naked and sitting in front of me while I play for you."

  He unzipped his pants, and he wasn't wearing underwear. His thick cock jutted out toward the keyboard, inviting her to move faster. While she shucked her caftan, he sheathed his beautiful cock with a condom. What a shame. She would have loved a closer look. Much closer.

  "Show me exactly where you want me,” she said, clutching the caftan in her hand. No way was she putting her naked ass on her father's piano. He'd come back from the grave to haunt her.

  Ian laid his jeans on the stool and sat on them. Evidently he didn't want her father haunting him either.

  "Sit right here.” He patted the piano in front of his face. “And place a leg on either side of me.” He pointed to either end of the keyboard. “Here and here."

  Jade's eager sex clenched with anticipation. “This position might put me at a disadvantage,” she said, sitting on the caftan. The silky material on the glossy wooden surface acted like ice skates for her rear. She slid in front of him with ease.

  "It might put you at the juncture of a Grand Staff and f-major."

  "As long as it's not f-minor, I think I can keep up.” Jade tried to position her legs on either side of him. At five-feet, nine-inches tall, her legs comfortably stretched all the way to the end, but when she tried to lay back, her feet slipped onto the keys, making a discordant racket.

  "You're limiting my chords."

  "Just play."

  The first strains of a sensual rhythm-and-blues tune produced a thrum in her sex so strong, she arched and fell back on her elbows, groaning with desire. She pushed off the candelabra and it clanged onto the floor. She flung her arms open wide, grabbing either side of the piano for leverage. With her legs spread in front of his face, the air on her swollen clit produced an unbearable ache inside her. If she had her trusty shower nozzle right now, she'd already be coming.

  The music built, and she went with it. When Ian's mouth closed over her clit, it took only a second to bring the first contraction. Ian pulled back and played harder, effectively taking her higher.

  "Touch yourself for me,” he growled over the peaking notes and steady runs, then slowed the tempo when she reached down to circle her swollen clit. He lulled her into a blissful float of ecstasy.

  The second crescendo built more slowly with deliberate teasing notes. “Slide down on top of me,” he told her and pushed back the stool as he continued to play.

  Jade sat erect and grabbed his strong shoulders. After placing her feet on the stool, she began to lower herself on top of him. While going down, she caught his stiff cock with her hand, directing him to her core. As hot as he'd made her, it still took time to adjust to him filling her. Face to face, his eyes burned into her. The sounds he produced made her alternately clench and release in small bursts of pleasure all the way down until fully impaled. She was so full of him, she didn't think it possible to move within the close space of the piano at her back and his arms moving around her while he continued to play.

  She knew the song well, and the impending upsurge in tempo. She felt it building inside and squeezed him with the walls of her sex, so hard he moaned in her ear. Jade kissed him so he could feel even more what he was doing to her. She tasted herself on his lips and hesitated with surprise before throwing herself into the kiss. Memories of his kisses fused with the music. How did she forget this man? Had she really? His kiss was like an old and very familiar dream, fulfilling and just plain right in every way possible. Already on the wings of orgasm, she went over the top again with her mouth fused to his full firm lips.

  "You're killing me,” he whispered when she pulled away. “This is more than I could have imagined and I have a vivid imagination."

  "I think you're holding up well,” she whispered and began to move.

  Again he changed the tempo of the music, taking the keys with force and power. He played like a maniac, while Jade opened to the feeling in a way she'd never experienced. It seemed as if a great bubble of pleasure yawned inside her, inviting him deeper, where no man had gone before. The music swelled, and so did she without control, without time and space to bind her. His thick root anchored her to the center of the Earth, as the sounds he created gave her energy and impetus to achieve the impossible.

  This time when she reached the peak, she entered a secret door where she floated and pulsated on an invisible cloud. She stayed there for so long, she almost didn't comprehend the music had stopped until Ian lifted her and roughly scraped back the stool. Still in the throes of the longest, strongest orgasm known to womankind, she wrapped her legs around him, holding onto him as he walked. He pressed her against the wall and began to pound into her.

  When the pressure built again, she didn't know if she'd survive going higher. How could higher than this exist? Three long, hard strokes showed her that she didn't have a clue.

  Ian came with a roar and took her with him. Delicious, so intensely exquisite, another contraction hit her, effectively nailing her to the wall. She spread out her arms, palms flat against the surface, and gave him freedom to pump into her at will. When he finally released her after an eternity, she slid down the wall, forming a puddle of spent flesh on the floor at his feet.

  "Do you remember me now?"

  CHAPTER 2

  Ian knew he'd be fighting an uphill battle, but when Jade didn't know him, he almost became the shy virgin geek again. In concert, women threw their underwear and key-cards at him, but here was a woman impervious to his charms. The woman he wanted.

  When Jade had lain naked on the piano in front of him, he'd nearly lost the control onto which he had hung with a tenuous thread. For so long she had been his ultimate fantasy, his release in a crowded world full of strangers wanting a piece of him.

  Her pale translucent skin had shimmered against the piano's black lacquer. The sight of her writhing to his music nearly blasted him over the top, but he held on, knowing he might get only one chance to prove himself. And as she gazed up, her sassy red tresses snaking across the piano's dark surface and her green eyes glazed over with sated passion, he felt omnipotent!