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  Detour Complete Series

  A Rock Star Romance Box Set

  Kacey Shea

  Kacey Shea Books LLC

  This Box Set Includes the following titles:

  Detour Copyright © 2017 by Kacey Shea

  Derail Copyright © 2018 by Kacey Shea

  Hinder Copyright © 2018 by Kacey Shea

  Replay Copyright © 2019 by Kacey Shea

  All rights reserved.

  This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Also by Kacey Shea

  Sports Romance

  The Perfect Comeback

  Firefighters

  Caught in the Flames

  One Hot Night

  Caught in the Lies

  Caught in the Chase

  Rock Stars

  Detour

  Derail

  Hinder

  Replay

  Uncovering Love Series

  Uncovering Love

  Uncovering Desire

  Uncovering Hope

  Uncovering Love: The Wedding

  Contents

  1. Trent

  2. Trent

  3. Lexi

  4. Lexi

  5. Trent

  6. Lexi

  7. Trent

  8. Lexi

  9. Trent

  10. Lexi

  11. Trent

  12. Lexi

  13. Trent

  14. Lexi

  15. Trent

  16. Lexi

  17. Trent

  18. Lexi

  19. Trent

  20. Lexi

  21. Trent

  22. Lexi

  23. Trent

  24. Lexi

  25. Trent

  26. Lexi

  27. Trent

  28. Lexi

  29. Trent

  30. Lexi

  31. Trent

  32. Lexi

  33. Trent

  34. Lexi

  35. Trent

  36. Lexi

  37. Trent

  38. Sean

  39. Sean

  40. Jess

  41. Sean

  42. Jess

  43. Sean

  44. Jess

  45. Sean

  46. Jess

  47. Sean

  48. Jess

  49. Sean

  50. Jess

  51. Sean

  52. Jess

  53. Sean

  54. Jess

  55. Sean

  56. Jess

  57. Sean

  58. Jess

  59. Sean

  60. Jess

  61. Sean

  62. Jess

  63. Sean

  64. Jess

  65. Sean

  66. Jess

  67. Sean

  68. Jess

  69. Sean

  70. Opal

  71. Leighton

  72. Opal

  73. Leighton

  74. Opal

  75. Leighton

  76. Opal

  77. Leighton

  78. Opal

  79. Leighton

  80. Opal

  81. Leighton

  82. Opal

  83. Leighton

  84. Opal

  85. Leighton

  86. Opal

  87. Leighton

  88. Opal

  89. Leighton

  90. Opal

  91. Leighton

  92. Opal

  93. Leighton

  94. Opal

  95. Leighton

  96. Opal

  97. Leighton

  98. Opal

  99. Leighton

  100. Opal

  101. Leighton

  102. Opal

  103. Leighton

  104. Opal

  105. Leighton

  106. Opal

  107. Leighton

  Epilogue

  108. Austin

  109. Austin

  110. Jayla

  111. Austin

  112. Jayla

  113. Jayla

  114. Austin

  115. Austin

  116. Jayla

  117. Austin

  118. Jayla

  119. Austin

  120. Jayla

  121. Austin

  122. Jayla

  123. Jayla

  124. Austin

  125. Jayla

  126. Austin

  127. Jayla

  128. Austin

  129. Jayla

  130. Austin

  131. Jayla

  132. Jayla

  133. Austin

  134. Jayla

  135. Austin

  136. Jayla

  137. Austin

  138. Jayla

  139. Austin

  140. Jayla

  141. Austin

  142. Jayla

  143. Jayla

  144. Austin

  145. Jayla

  Epilogue

  Thank You

  Also by Kacey Shea

  About the Author

  1

  Trent

  Why does a young adolescent boy spend endless hours learning to play electric guitar, practicing covers of Nirvana, Metallica, and Green Day until he’s perfected them just so? Is he chasing a life of fortune or fame? No. Is it for the music? Maybe a little, but still not the main reason. No. He does it for the ladies. That’s the number one reason, and any little shit who tells you otherwise is lying. Sure, the music, fame, money, and recognition, it all plays into the equation soon enough. But the real motivation, the reason most of us ever even started was for one thing and one thing only. The chance that someday flocks of gorgeous women would gladly line up at the chance to become well acquainted with our cock.

  In that respect, I’ve made my teenage self wildly proud.

  We’re between tours, enjoying some well-earned downtime at our place in LA. Today is Tasty Tuesday, an endearment I’ve proudly bestowed upon every Tuesday while we’re between tours. I love Tasty Tuesdays because, when we aren’t on the road, I’m free to hit up a contact or two from my proverbial Little Black Book for some afternoon delight. Today I opt for double trouble—newbie LA beauties who moved here just six months ago after graduating from some Pacific Northwest junior college.

  Actresses. Code for waitress, barista, and sometimes stripper, depending on the girl. These two are green enough that I’d be surprised if they’re working the clubs just yet. Though, one could argue coming over to fuck a rock star in the middle of the day only one week after meeting in a bar could be construed as selling out. Well, we’re not technically fucking. Yet. Only standing in the middle of the media room, engaged in some kissing and heavy petting before the opening credits have had a chance to roll through.

  But these women aren’t innocent. No, these girls know exactly where this is headed and they can’t wait.

  “Mmm, you’re so hot. Can I suck your dick?” The blonde one purrs into my ear while her friend nibbles my neck on the opposite side.

  Uh? Isn’t that the point of me bringing you back here? Instead, I go with the anticipated response, “Yeah, babe. Suck me.” I kiss her hard and weave my fingers into her platinum locks. Work the lips. Suck her tongue. Nip the lip. She’s panting when I pull her head back a few inches and push her down to her knees. Her fingers go straight to my belt
. See, not innocent at all.

  “Your turn, sweet girl.” I twist and lower my chin to the friend.

  False lashes blink a few times and reveal tempting jade irises. Cherry lips. Her inky black hair falls forward in her face and her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. I glance down, just as the blonde shoves my jeans down my legs and my cock springs forward, nearly slapping her in the face. With my left hand resting on blondie’s head, I revel in the way her wet mouth and soft hands expertly work my hard-on. I use my other hand to wrap around the friend’s neck and tug her to my side.

  She’s petite and I’m tall, so she only comes to my chest. I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss, which proves problematic when trying to keep my dick aligned with the blonde’s mouth. Doesn’t work. We need to move this party horizontal. “Couch time, ladies. Clothes off.”

  They grin at my demand and begin a little strip show. I relax into the soft leather, eyes transfixed on the performance taking place in front of the screen. I shed my remaining clothes much faster, but never drop my gaze from the dancing duo.

  God damn, I love women.

  Hips gyrate to a slow, imaginary rhythm. These chicks are beautiful in the way women envy, with the thin body, huge fake tits, and enough makeup to hide any imperfection. They’re as pretty as any other model or actress in LA, but these girls are nobodies. No connections, no training in acting, and they think they can ride their looks to a big break. Pretty young shells just vying for a slice of fame amongst thousands, and I’m no idiot. They see me as their fast track meal ticket to the good life.

  It’s something I’ve grown accustomed to, but it wasn’t always this way. I’ve always done well with the ladies, but I used to have to work for it. That was before our band went on tour with Justin Hill, over a year ago. Since then, Three Ugly Guys have been flying high on success. After Justin, we did another short tour before settling in LA to record our next album. It’s unreal, going from wanting everything, working hard, and having almost nothing, to suddenly having anything I could ever want. Money, recognition, pussy. I have it all.

  I nod to blondie and palm my erection in my right hand. “Kiss her.”

  They kiss, sensual, slow, and I groan as their fingers skirt and skim across the other’s body. The perfect combination of erotica and tease. Licking. Sucking. Touching. This show’s all for me and these two deserve a standing ovation. Maybe they really have what it takes to make it in LA.

  They start to finger each other, and that’s when I tire of the sidelines. “Enough. Come here. I want that pussy.” My demand only heightens their arousal and the room fills with the smell of sex.

  “Who wants a ride first?” I say and when the black-haired beauty bites her lip, a momentary hesitation, I grab the hand of the blonde and tug her onto my lap. She straddles me and I grab the foil wrapped latex at my side.

  “You don’t have to wear one. I’m safe,” she coos, reaching out to stop me from opening the package.

  Ha! My mama didn’t raise no fool. I don’t mess around with sexually transmitted diseases or unplanned pregnancies. Even if she’s telling the truth, I sure as hell don’t need to be supporting a gold digging baby mama. I slide the condom on and catch the glimmer of disappointment that clouds her expression. Not for long, though. No, I’ll have her screaming with bliss in minutes. My fingers work her over, priming her, and then I slam her down onto my lap. “Fuck.” With my other hand I weave my fingers into the friend’s short hair, tugging her until our lips lock in a passionate kiss.

  It doesn’t take long before the friend sheds her inhibitions and is as turned on as the blonde bouncing up and down my cock.

  “Make me come, Trent,” the black-haired beauty whispers right before she licks and sucks my earlobe and sends a shot of lust darting through my body.

  “Sit on my face,” I demand and scoot my ass down to the edge of the seat cushion. She stations herself over my face and my lips gladly lock on to her shaved pussy. Our new position gives blondie more room to ride my cock and she squeals when I meet her movements with thrusts of my own.

  This is the good life.

  “Oh, yes! Fuck me, Trent! Oh, Trent!” Blondie screams while Jet Black straddles my face. She’s limber, using the back of the sofa to keep her balance while grinding her cooch over my eager lips. I love eating pussy. I sincerely do. And I’m fucking good at it. I’ve never met a clit I didn’t like. But the one on my lap is extra mouthy. Her high pitch squeals collide against the mantra of “Fuck, Trent,” the one I’m tonguing won’t stop with.

  Oh, shut the fuck up. The noises women make when they think they’re being sexy are fucking annoying. The pitchy screams. The whiny moans. The pouty baby talk. Sure, it made me hard the first twenty times—like it’s some twisted compliment or badge of honor for women who look and sound like porn stars to beg me to fuck them.

  But this. This is distracting. In fact, I can almost feel my cock going soft at the sound. What the fuck is wrong with me? They continue the exaggerated squeals and I’m in serious danger of not keeping Mr. Trent up. Yeah, I named my dick, and I named him after myself because we’re awesome. Plus, it sounds official, and he’s the boss. A boss who’s taking an unauthorized vacation. Shit.

  I grab the hips of little miss Cirque du Soleil and pull her from my face. “Your turn for a ride.” I wink. She grabs the back of the couch for balance, a giddy smile on her lips, and I turn to lay on the couch long ways.

  Of course, blondie’s still screeching like a banshee while expertly maintaining her gyrations, but I’m about to rectify that. “Come here, sweet girl. I’m gonna make you come with my mouth.” I tug the blonde’s hips forward until she’s hovering over my face, and then bring her to my lips. I moan into her pussy when my cock’s squeezed by the tight wetness of her friend. Yes, that’s it.

  My fingers work her clit, playing along the sensitive bare skin like the most precious of instruments. My other hand alternates between slapping both of their asses and holding the friend in place while I thrust up and pound into her pussy. It squeezes like a vice and I know I’m hitting just the right spot.

  Blondie begins that scream again, but this time I reach up and shove two fingers into her mouth, holding them there for her to suck—and to shut her the fuck up. My ears fill with moans, slaps, licks, and wet kisses, and it’s a heady combo. So much better.

  Mr. Trent approves.

  The door clicks open, a stream of daylight pouring into an otherwise darkened room. A throat clears behind us but I’m not stopping now. With Thing One and Thing Two so close to falling over the edge of orgasmic bliss and myself not far behind, I can’t chance a glare over the shoulder to tell our cleaning crew to come back later to vacuum. At least, I think it’s cleaning day. God, who cares. The only sucking going down in this room is my mouth on pussy.

  Speaking of life’s delicacies. I suck, groan, and flick my tongue over her clit, and am rewarded with a flood of juices. Her screams aren’t faked or forced this time, they’re every bit full of the orgasm that shakes her entire body.

  “Trenton William Donavan. You put your pants on right this minute.”

  Shit.

  Nothing kills a boner like Mom walking in—fucking shit—and I was so close, too. Blondie turns, meets my mom’s glare, and rushes to wrap her hands modestly over her tits and crotch. Ouch. In her haste she misses and slaps my face.

  The one on my dick is still chasing her release and doesn’t seem to care we have a visitor. Not that I should be surprised. She was the one who gave me her digits with the promise of a threesome.

  “Come on, ladies. Off you go.”

  I slap the ass of the one still hovering over my face and she scrambles off the couch.

  “Trenton, I expected so much more from you.” Mom tsks and shakes her head.

  I reach for my pants to pull up over my hips. “I don’t know why,” I tease over my shoulder. “I’m assuming you interrupted my fun for more than just a scolding.” I shove my semi erect junk inside
and zip up my jeans before turning to meet her stare.

  “Bedo’s on his way. Band meeting downstairs in fifteen.” She blows out a breath and shakes her head, taking in the two women who are slowly righting themselves into a state of dress. When she meets my gaze again her eyes are hard, disappointed. But what’s new?