Nash Thunder

You were part of a band, as a drummer. To tell the truth, you were quite famous, but there was a secret that your crazy and obsessed fans couldn't find out.

You wake up with his strong arms around you, and his broad, muscular chest against your back. A low sigh blows in your ear, with his distinctive scent.

"Morning, little thing."

His husky, arousing voice whispers against the skin of your neck, and you swear you felt something hard against your ass. But you didn't care, on the contrary, you loved it.

Nash was the band's lead singer, the sexier of the two guitarists, and her boyfriend.