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  Playing for Keeps

  Number II of Surviving the Dream

  Whiskey Starr

  JK Publishing, Inc. (2014)

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  Tags: Contemporary, Erotic, New Age, Rockers

  Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. MF

  In book two of Surviving the Dream: Hunter Michael lives and embraces the rocker life to the fullest. He enjoys the 'no' responsibility life and having a different woman or three when in the mood. It all changes the night his actions affect someone other than himself.

  Shelly McKnight's life if uneventful and she likes it like that. She doesn't do drama. Her crazy roommate, on the other hand, thrives on it, which puts Shelly in a predicament when she has to bail her out of jail. One that cost her more than she was prepared to give.

  When two lives collide by accident, throwing irresponsibility against responsible can Hunter and Shelly find compromise. Or will Hunter's carefree ways of living come back, proving opposites do attract—they just don't last.

  Playing for Keeps

  Surviving the Dream

  Book Two

  By Whiskey Starr

  © Copyright September 2014 JK Publishing, Inc.

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  Artwork by Jess Buffett

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  Dedication

  Where to even start with this one.

  Well to the makers of Nintendo, thank you for always keeping us all entertained, even while drunk.

  To the makers of Condoms, thank you for keeping us all safe while we have fun.

  To the creators of Pornos, for helping me with various inspirations.

  To the makers of alcohol, for helping when I was stuck, and waking my muse.

  Without all four, I wouldn’t be able to write the way I do.

  And to my readers, thank you all for playing with me and reading my books… You all rock!

  ~Whiskey~

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Books by Whiskey Starr

  Excerpt from Beat to Their Heart

  Excerpt from Taming Chaos

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  Chapter One

  The feeling of the spotlight was unlike anything he could ever imagine. Hunter was in the zone. The crowd was going crazy as he played along with the rest of the band. He loved touring and being on the road. Sure, he enjoyed some downtime, but he enjoyed the people and attention more. His fingers worked frantically over the strings while he sang along. The song had been a big hit for the band; it was from their last album Dose of Reality and seemed to bring Joey to life. Then again, the song was the one he wrote for his new wife, Skylar. Hunter never understood the whole concept of marriage. Hell, he was a Rock god, women loved him for his music and his cock. He got laid nightly, sometimes by three different women, it's why he made sure while they were on tour they had separate hotel rooms. Sure, he shared here and there with Booker but Joey was an ass, and Mickey, hell, if it got them a deal, he would work with it.

  The song ended and Joey started the beat calling out for the next song. He knew the lineup, he wasn’t a complete idiot. Scarlett was standing backstage with several young women, who he could only imagine were winners from various radio stations. It was part of the package. People called in and had to do a number of various things in order to win a backstage pass. Let's just say, there are a lot of crazy people out there. He looked over at the women, some he already knew he wouldn’t touch because of age, but two looked okay. No way in hell he was poking someone who could get him ten to twenty. Doing what he did best, he winked at them and watched as they giggled at each other. Oh yeah, they were going to get a piece of him tonight. Two more days on the road and then back home and in the damn studio again. Scarlett was a damn slave driver when it came to the music business, but it’s why she was the best.

  Mickey released his Gibson, grabbed the mic and let lose. When Mickey was in the zone singing, it allowed Hunter to take lead on guitar. The lights were getting bright, making the heat they emitted miserable, so during the small break he pulled off his shirt. The crowd of women screamed and he ate it up. He knew he looked good. If he wasn’t playing, touring, or working on something, he worked his ass off in the gym getting rid of all the built up energy. The guys joked and said he should be on a damn hamster wheel. It’s why he liked fucking. It was a workout for his body, felt good and he slept great
after.

  Looking once again at the women, he sang into the mic and rolled his hips while playing to the rhythm. More women screamed and before he knew it, Mickey was kicking several pair of panties and bras off the stage. Oh yeah, he loved this. The crowd was pumped and the chicks were drunk as hell. He had gotten used to this natural high now. When Marty was manager he would slip him some acid or smoke some weed, and if the chick had any on her he’d do some. But Scarlett freaked out about the drugs. She put up with the drinking but since Booker overdosed last year, she had been a hawk about the drugs. She didn’t know about the secret stash of weed in his case. He only smoked it 'cause it helped calm him down. Scarlett said he may have some adult form of ADHD but he was tested and it came back fine. Just natural energy he needed to burn.

  The song ended and the crowd went wild. Mickey said a few words about the city they were in, a lot of fake shit to try to get better ratings. To him it was a damn game. Play, sing, fuck, and then sleep. A simple life was all he wanted and required. Once they were finished, they went off stage to talk to the winners waiting backstage.

  “Guys, meet Stephanie, Mandy, Jessica, Amber, and Holly. They are the winners from various radio stations here in Jacksonville.” Oh, so that’s where they were. He was a little out of it after the flight this morning. Scarlett liked them flying at odd hours, so when they landed, a damn SUV shuttled them to various radio stations before he could sleep. It didn’t help he was stoned the night before and in serious need of sleep.

  Mickey shook their hands, followed by Joey. Booker nodded and then he followed Joey taking each in hand. He noted Holly and Amber looked old enough to play with him tonight. Taking a quick glance, he noticed Booker was looking past them, so he wasn’t going to share tonight. More for him then.

  “Ladies.” He winked and the whole group giggle happened. The younger ones asked for pictures, which they all did before signing some shirts and CDs for them. While they talked with Scarlett and Mickey, he threw his arms around the two he wanted.

  “So, are you ladies from around here?”

  “I am,” Holly stated.

  “Kinda, I’m from Orlando.”

  “Wow that’s cool. How old are you?” He could be a prick, but age and IDs were a given just like condoms. Holly stated she was twenty-six while Amber was only twenty-four. Oh, the joys of youth. After checking their IDs, he pulled them to the side.

  “How about the three of us go back to our trailer? I think we can have a little drink and talk.” However, he had no intention of talking. He already knew the trailer wasn’t going to be used for a while. It was something the venue provided for them to use between sound checks, breaks, and after the show. If Sky and Milo were with them, they would hang out in it when it got late. But right now he had plans on breaking it in.

  Taking both ladies with him, they went out the door, down the stairs until they saw it. Opening the door, he waited until they were inside before he grabbed the one named Holly and kissed her. He wasn’t normally a fan of kissing but it seemed to turn her on. Once done he ordered her to strip while he grabbed Amber and kissed her. Once releasing her, he made his way to the long couch and watched as both women started to undress. Holly had some sweet looking tattoo of lips on her hip, while Amber had a butterfly on her left tit. When both of them were finished, he watched them from between the steeple of his fingers as he leaned on his knees. Both women held still, not saying anything as they waited on him. This was part of the joy of being him. He would sit and they would wait but the fact was: his dick was hard and in serious need of relief. Pointing to Amber, he crooked his finger at her.

  “I want you to suck me.” A small smile crossed her lips as she dropped to the floor before undoing his pants. When he played, he wore leathers and it made it a little tricky when freeing his cock. Lifting his hips, he allowed her to pull them down to his knees while releasing his mammoth cock from the tight confines of the pants. The woman grasped him with enthusiasm as it sprang free, right before she put him into her mouth. Not wanting Holly to be left out, he nodded for her to come over. He wanted to play with her.

  “Lay down, legs apart.” She followed the directions while he leaned over her bare mound. Both women were bare, just how he liked them. He pushed two fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”

  She did without complaint. He concentrated on Amber who was now starting to deep throat him while he pulled his fingers from Holly’s mouth. Moving his hands down he found her clit was already starting to swell with anticipation. Rubbing it back and forth he listened to her moan and whimper while he played with her pussy. He was close to coming and warned her. Grabbing Amber’s hair he pushed her face down to his pelvis while his cum shot down her throat. He strummed Holly’s clit back and forth. She cried out as her orgasm hit. He reached into his pants and pulled out a condom and slipped it on, he then lifted Amber settling her on his cock. Just as he pushed into her balls deep the door opened. Booker stood there, his eyes large as he looked at them.

  “Wanna join? I brought extra,” Hunter joked.

  Booker looked at him as Amber started to move up and down riding his dick like a horse. Booker grunted and reached for Holly who looked at him then Booker before she nodded. She went to kiss Booker, but he turned her away and flipped her over so she was now on her hands and knees. He smacked her ass and the sound echoed in the tiny trailer, before he grabbed a condom and thrust into her. Her noises made Hunter smile. Booker wasn’t one for finesse when he fucked a woman, which is what he did. He fucked them long and hard giving into his animal desire, but he was the opposite. He liked to stay deep in a pussy or an ass but he wanted them to come at least twice before he came. However, tonight he was tired and needed to sleep.

  Ignoring Booker as he grunted like a caveman, he grabbed Amber around the waist and lifted her. He was done with her taking the lead; with her still on his cock, he pushed her against the small wall allowing him to thrust deeper inside her. She cried out in surprise and it pushed him to the edge as he did it again and again. He waited until he heard both women scream out as they came before he gave in, slamming into her again and again trying to make her come one more time. When he felt her walls tighten around his cock he let go and came into his condom.

  Closing his eyes he let his breathing slow as he carried a half asleep Amber back to the couch. He pulled out of her making his way to the bathroom. Disposing of the condom he washed up real quick in the sink before walking back out. Amber was half dressed pulling on her pants as Holly lay under Booker, not moving.

  “Umm, Hunter, I think Holly needs help.” Sure enough Holly was trying to lift Booker off her. Hunter grabbed Booker; who was now passed out, and rolled him onto the floor and picked up Holly.

  “You okay?” Fucking was one thing but Booker was a big dude and could crush her beneath him.

  “Um…yeah, is he okay?” Hunter leaned over Booker and felt a pulse. It was strong and good. The smell of whiskey seeped out of him. The dumbshit was three sheets to the wind.

  “Yeah, just drunk.”

  “Okay, so um now what do we do?” Amber asked.

  This is when he was glad to have Scarlett. Making sure Booker was covered and not going to drown in his vomit, he pulled out his phone. Hitting the first button he waited for a response.

  “Hey, Scarlett, look, I got two in the trailer and Booker too. Yeah he’s breathing. Okay, ten, got it.” He clicked his phone shut before turning to both women.

  “Get dressed please. Someone will be here in ten minutes to talk to you.” Much as he wanted to leave he couldn’t because of Booker. Scarlett was gonna be pissed but at least it was booze and not drugs this time. Running his hands through his overly long hair he sat and waited.

  “So what do you girls do?” Trying to make small talk, he listened to them talk, one worked in some salon and the other was a cashier at her local Walmart. Oh how interesting. It was actually less time than he thought when he heard a knock on the door before Scarlett walked in.

/>   “Hi, ladies, I’m Scarlett Quimby. I have some papers for you to sign. This is a Nondisclosure Agreement or NDA.” He was already gone while she made the women sign. Finding the second car that was sent for him, he climbed in and was off to the hotel. Walking in he was happy to see it was dead and no one was there.

  Once in his room he found his guitar case. A sweet vintage 1961 cherry red Gibson Les Paul—his baby. It was the first thing he bought when he got his first royalty check. Flipping open the case he found the secret stash he had from the light's guy. A small bag of weed lay inside along with an e-pen. The small electronic device had already been charged. Taking a small amount of weed he put it inside, pressed the button, and took a deep drag. The stuff he got was pure. Instantly he felt calmer and relaxed. Smiling he took another drag, and then another. Putting the e-pen down, he stripped out of his clothes and let the weed work as he feel asleep.

  Chapter Two

  Hunter sat watching Milo play another round of Mario and wondered how a kid his age could kick his butt. Looking at the clock he knew Milo needed to head to bed.

  “All right, big man, your momma is going to bust me if you don’t get ready for bed. School in the morning.” Hunter hated to be the mean uncle, he left the parenting stuff up to Mickey, but the ass was on the phone, again.