I remember reading this series back when it was new and shiny and falling in love with Kylie Scott and her words. I know everyone tends to remember Mal, the drummer for Stage Dive, especially since he has such a big, slightly manic, fun personality. But it is the troubled Jimmy, the lead singer with addiction problems who can’t seem to get his life together, who I fell for the hardest in this series. He meets Lena when she is hired to be his assistant/babysitter/person who keeps him out of trouble.
It was hard deciding which scene to share. Do I do the scene where she is mesmerized by his dick? Or the big breakup scene where he’s being a jerk and she goads him into firing her? Or maybe the one at the end where he figures out that yes, what he feels for her really is love? In the end, I settled on the sex scene where she is mesmerized by his nakedness. Happy Sunday to you.
I was doomed.
“What’s wrong? he asked, climbing back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.
My mouth opened but no words came out. The hard heavy length of his dick was pointing straight at me and good god, did I want it. I melted for him, right there and then. My heart yearning to take him in, hold him tight. Someone in heaven had been truly inspired the day this man came forth. Penises had never struck me as being particularly graceful before. But Jimmy’s seemed proportioned just right and swung slightly to the left. It was definitely a size or two bigger than it needed to be, so typical of him to take it a step too far. A bead of pre-cum formed atop the dark read head and my mouth watered. I watched, rapt, as he rolled on a condom.
“Lena, focus. What was the frown for?”
I stared at his cock, mesmerized. Even incased in rubber it remained a thing of true beauty. Had I any talent with a pen, I’d have written it poems. A haiku perhaps.
I was hypnotized, helpless. Cock-struck.
Jimmy swore and suspended himself over me on his hands and knees. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”
“W-what?” Obviously, my self-control and Jimmy’s hard on could not peacefully coexist in the same space.
“You zoned out on me,” he said accusingly, his hair hanging in his face as he stared down at me.
“It’s not my fault. You got naked.”
“You liked that, huh?”
He half smiled and raised himself back onto his knees.
“Don’t go.” My clingy hands reached for him. “Please? Come down here, I want you on top of me.”
Lead was released in 2014 and is still one of my favorites by this author.