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  Two pairs of eyes stared at Devlin with longing, waiting for his response. If he said no, Devlin knew Jake wouldn’t have a problem sating her lust. He also doubted he’d see Michelle again and he couldn’t bear that thought. But could he stand to watch another man put his hands on her? His mouth on her? His dick inside her? Devlin’s cock twitched excitedly at the very idea.

  “My place or yours?” he asked.

  Chapter Six

  Jake blinked at Devlin in astonishment. Jake had thought that by touching Michelle, he would either send the guy packing—a win situation for him—or have him step up to bat for the woman he wanted—a win situation for Michelle. Hell, Jake knew he wasn’t good for her and would love to see someone make Michelle happy. But Devlin had actually agreed to her lust-fueled suggestion and if the way Devlin was looking at them was any indication, he was more than keen on the idea. He was completely invested. There was so much win in that, Jake expected someone to hand him an enormous trophy.

  “Wherever is closest,” Michelle said.

  “We can head for the tour bus if you want,” Jake said. “I don’t have a ride though. Sed drove us here and I doubt he’ll let me take his Mercedes.”

  Devlin lifted an eyebrow at him. “A tour bus? You’re kidding, right?”

  “Hey! I live on that bus most of the year.” And it was a fucking disaster area. The band called it the pigsty bus for a reason. “What do you suggest?”

  “Not a tour bus,” he said “We’ll go to my place. Just let me call my pilot.”

  His pilot?

  Devlin stepped away to call his pilot—Seriously? Who the fuck had a pilot on speed dial?—and Jake slowly directed Michelle into the shadows of the large bushes to the side of the building.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “I told you I wouldn’t make you wait,” he said. “I figured I’d give you a hand while we wait for Devlin to figure out his rich-boy plans to impress you.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t talk,” he said and turned her to face the stucco wall.

  “Jake?”

  He pressed his half-hard cock firmly into her ass and reached around to slide his hand up her loose skirt.

  “Do you want to come or don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  “Then don’t make a sound.”

  She nodded and spread her legs to give him access to what they both wanted. The skin of her thigh was like silk as he drew his hand up its inner surface. He cupped her mound through her panties and she moaned.

  “You’re making sounds,” he said with a grin. Which meant their deal was off, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. Yet.

  “S-sorry.”

  “Over or under?” he asked.

  “Under,” she said without hesitation.

  He grinned. So she remembered. He used to do this for her during the school day under the stage in the auditorium. She’d usually requested he touch her over her panties, but was glad maturity had diminished her already limited inhibition. “That’s my naughty girl.”

  He slid his hand into her panties, fingers spreading her swollen lips to seek the heat at her core. Her pussy was drenched—silky and slick. He couldn’t resist stroking her folds for his own enjoyment.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, and pressed her face against the wall for support.

  He moved his slippery fingertips to the swollen nub of her clit and rubbed rapidly. Her breath quickened as he drew her toward orgasm. Her body tautened as she teetered on the brink of release and when she was an instant from falling over the edge, he pulled his hand from her panties.

  She groaned in frustration.

  “I guess a little wait won’t hurt you,” he said and licked his fingers, sweet with her juices.

  “Jake, you can’t leave me like this,” she whispered as he straightened her skirt.

  “You’ll thank me later,” he promised.

  He cupped her breast and pinched her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing the hardened tip until she shuddered. Fuck, he’d forgotten how hot this woman could be.

  “Jake!”

  “I think I’ll gift your first orgasm of the night to Devlin,” Jake said. “I think he’s earned that right.”

  “You’re such an ass,” she growled at him, shoving off the wall and stomping out of the bushes.

  Jake chuckled. “You know you love me.”

  She muttered something under her breath that sounded like, “Sadistic fuck.”

  “What were you doing in the bushes?” Devlin asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

  Jake grinned at the touch of innocence in the man’s voice. Jake would be sure to rid him of that entirely by the end of the night. He had no doubt he’d be successful.

  Chapter Seven

  Michelle linked her arm through Devlin’s and tugged him away from the bushes where Jake had defiled her. Sure, she’d been an eager participant, but if she’d been horny before, she was desperate now. She’d get him back for this. When she had the mental capacity to think of anything but riding hard, thick cock. What was it about that guy that got her so worked up anyway? He was crude. Uncouth. Uncensored. Fucking hot. And now poor Devlin was involved in their disastrous sexual tension.

  “What was he doing to you back there?” Devlin asked and peered at Jake over his shoulder.

  Jake was walking several paces behind them with his hands crammed down the pockets of his jeans—which he was wearing with a black T-shirt that had a tuxedo front printed on it. His idea of prom attire, no doubt.

  “Making me angry,” she said. That was only partially true. He had mostly been making her happy and then leaving her completely frustrated, but she was angry with him for driving her insane.

  “Did he say something to you that offended you? Did he touch you inappropriately?” Devlin said, his biceps going hard beneath her fingers as he clenched his fist.

  “Probably.”

  Jake chuckled. “You’re going to have a great time getting to know her better, Dev. She isn’t the sweet virginal thing you think she is.”

  “I only act like I’m in heat around you, Jake Tremaine,” she spat. “You’re the one who doesn’t know me.”

  “Ah darling,” Jake said, “you are in complete denial.”

  “Probably,” she said under her breath. She did recognize her heightened sexual appetite. She’d just never had a man other than Jake who grabbed her by the hair and made her confront it with an open mind. And she couldn’t be angry with him for that. But she could pretend she was.

  “I look forward to getting to know a new side of you,” Devlin said and her face went hot.

  “I bet you are,” Jake said with a snort.

  Devlin opened the passenger door of a large black SUV and helped Michelle climb inside.

  “Where’s your pilot?” Jake asked with a smirk.

  “Meeting us at the helipad. You can’t just land a helicopter anywhere you choose, you know.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “I’m sure.” Devlin closed her door and then went around to climb in the driver’s side while Jake let himself inside the back.

  “Nice ride,” Jake commented, his fingers drumming on both thighs. “Still has that new car smell.”

  “I bought it yesterday to impress Michelle.”

  Michelle laughed before she realized he wasn’t joking. “Are you serious?”

  “I had plans for us tonight. They didn’t involve Jake Tremaine,” Devlin said and pushed a button to start the ignition.

  “What kind of plans?” Michelle asked.

  “Romantic ones,” he said and backed out of the parking space.

  “Yeah well, I’ve found that spontaneity is always a good thing,” Jake said. “Things never go as planned anyway.”

  Devlin reached across the console and took Michelle’s hand. He lifted her knuckles to his lips and brushed a tender kiss against her tingling flesh. Already aroused out of her mind, she pressed her thighs tightly together and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

  “So, Jake,” Devlin said. “Tell us how you became a roadie.”

  Jake’s voice was low and hypnotic as it drifted from behind her to her attentive ears. Every sense in her body was heightened. The methodical stroking of Devlin’s thumb against her index finger had to be the most sensual sensation she’d ever experienced.

  “I started as a mediocre musician. Just like every wanna be rock star, it didn’t pay my bills. In fact, I was homeless when Sed found me sleeping in my car. His band Sinners had just cut their first album and bought a piece of shit bus to head out on their first tour. He said they needed help setting up the stage and wanted someone who knew a thing or two about guitars and most importantly, he could pay me. So I took the job. At first, my so-called-pay didn’t pay the bills either,” he said with a laugh. “I had more than one paycheck bounce in the early days. But I knew Sinners were going somewhere. Anyone who heard them play knew it. So I stuck with them through the lean years and now I get to tour all over the world and be a part of the lifestyle I craved for myself.”

  “Do you still play guitar?” Michelle asked.

  “Every night during sound check. I can tune a guitar by ear in seconds and restring one almost as fast.”

  He was part of a rock star’s pit crew, she reckoned. An invaluable member of a behind-the-scenes team. A lot of hard work for very little glory. “So you’re satisfied being a roadie?”

  “Privileged,” he said. “The band is like family and they treat their road crew as part of it. If Sed hadn’t offered me a job, I’d probably have ended up dead in a gutter long ago.”

  “Or you might have become a rock star, yourself,” Devlin said what Michelle was thinking.

  “Nah,” Jake said. “I can play, but I couldn’t come up with a decent lick if I borrowed Gene Simmons’ tongue.”

  Devlin laughed.

  “And if you don’t write your own songs,” Jake continued, “you can’t put your whole heart into them when you play, you know?”

  Michelle wasn’t a musician, so she didn’t know, but she was sure a lot of successful recording artists didn’t write their own music. “Don’t a lot of musicians use song writers?”

  Jake shrugged. “I guess, but I’m more than content with my path through life. I’m heading to England in a few days. I never thought I’d get to travel the world. I’ve met some amazing people. Seen some amazing things.”

  Michelle smiled at Jake’s enthusiasm. There was a big world out there to explore. She doubted she’d ever get tired of discovering nature’s marvels and immortalizing them with her camera.

  “I’m sure you’ve seen amazing things too, Michelle,” Devlin said, pulling the SUV to a smooth stop at a red light. He looked at her, searching her face under the light given off by the dashboard.

  “I have,” she said. “So many amazing things. I’m truly blessed to do what I do for a living.”

  “Do you travel a lot for work?” Jake asked. “I don’t even know what you do.”

  “I guess I’m the only one who checked up on you on Facebook,” Devlin said and smiled at her before accelerating again.

  “I never pegged you for a stalker, dude,” Jake said.

  “Not stalking. Just curious.”

  “I’m a wildlife and nature photographer,” Michelle said.

  “An excellent one,” Devlin said. “You should check out her work. How did you ever get those close-up shots of black bears?”

  She couldn’t help but feel pride from his praise. She also couldn’t help fucking with him. “Well, first I stripped down naked and then I rubbed honey all over my breasts to lure him close.”

  Devlin hit a curb as his full attention shifted to her.

  “What?” he said.

  She laughed. “Gotcha! I just used a zoom lens.”

  “So you looked Michelle up on Facebook to check out her nature photography?” Jake said, his tone sounding unconvinced.

  “Well, no,” Devlin admitted. “That was just a pleasant surprise.”

  “You were hoping to find some pictures of her as a naked coed, weren’t you?”

  “Not gonna lie. I would have enjoyed that.”

  “Good luck finding any of those,” Michelle said. “I didn’t go to college. I trained under a master photographer.”

  “You didn’t go to college?” Devlin asked.

  She shook her head.

  “I thought you were going to go to Cal State,” Jake said. “I specifically broke things off with you because you were going to fucking Cal State!”

  Michelle’s eyes widened. Jake had never raised his voice at her or spoken to her in anger. She wasn’t sure how to deal with this side of him.

  “I-I had planned to. I even packed up my car and drove toward campus, but when I got to the freeway exit, I drove right past it. And then I kept driving. I parked my car in the middle of the desert outside of Vegas, scared half out of my mind for missing freshman orientation, but when the sunrise woke me the next morning, instead of heading back to L.A., I pulled out my camera and started taking pictures. And I never stopped. I lived out of my car for years. Sold some stock image to websites, magazines and a book or two. Then someone used my images to make an inspirational calendar and a set of posters. My work started to become in demand and eventually I could afford to travel to other countries. But I did plan to go to Cal State, Jake. I didn’t lie to you.”

  “We could have lived out of your car together. You taking pictures. Me playing guitar on street corners for spare change.”

  Michelle giggled. “We’d have been too busy having wild, uninhibited sex to get any work done and you know it.”

  Jake reached over the seat and squeezed her shoulder. “You’re right. We never would have been able to afford enough condoms, much less food.”

  Michelle glanced at Devlin who was scowling out the windshield. Not that she blamed him. She probably shouldn’t have joked about wild, uninhibited sex with Jake while Devlin was behind the wheel.

  “So what’s your story, Devlin?” Jake asked. “Did you seduce some rich old lady and she left you millions in her will?”

  “Nothing like that,” he said and pulled the SUV to a halt. He put the transmission in park and nodded in the direction of a waiting helicopter. “We’re here,” he said and left the vehicle without glancing Michelle’s way.

  “You know I’m really pissed at you for making me dump you so you could end up not going to college,” Jake said and climbed out of the side door, before slamming it with unnecessary force.

  So that’s why he’d dumped her? If she’d known that, she never would have let him walk away from her. She’d planned on spending the summer after graduation in his bed, but instead had spent it alone in hers with nothing to hold but her tear-soaked pillow. In hindsight, she’d probably driven out to the desert and started taking pictures because she’d been so depressed over their breakup. Maybe his breaking her heart had been the best thing for her, but not for the reason he’d intended. She sighed at her thoughts. It was all in the past. None of it could be changed. Plus, she had a career she loved either thanks or no thanks to Jake. Maybe they’d reunited at the class reunion for a reason. Maybe they were meant to be together.

  Devlin opened her door and reminded her of the further complication in her evening plans. She really liked Devlin too and would love to get to know him better. She was incredibly attracted to him. The same held true for Jake. How could she want two men at the same time? Especially two men who were so different from each other. Maybe that was the appeal.

  “Have you changed your mind about our so-called date?” Devlin asked.

  She turned in her seat and examined his face. “Do you want me to change my mind?”

  “No.” He tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear sending her pulse into a frenzy again. “I want to be with you.”

  “I want to be with you too.”

  “And Jake?” Devlin asked, glancing over his shoulder at Jake who had his hands crammed into his pockets as he stared at a rock he was toeing with one sneaker.

  Michelle’s heart twisted. “I want to be with him as well. Are you going to make me choose between you?”

  “I hardly know you, Michelle, and you two obviously have a history. I know you’d choose him.”

  Michelle tilted her head and appraised him. Just looking at him made her thighs quiver. “I’m not sure who I’d choose if I had to, but I’d rather not have to choose at all.”

  “Then climb aboard my helicopter, baby. A tour of the city lights is sure to win me your favor.” He grinned and winked at her.

  Michelle laughed and offered him her hand so he could help her out of the gigantic SUV. Her high heels scraped against the asphalt as she found her footing. “If you two start jousting over my handkerchief, I’m out of here,” she said.

  Devlin laughed. “No jousting,” he said, “but I do get to sit across from you in the chopper.”

  “Only fair, since it is yours and it’s awesome.”

  “I hope it’s not the only awesome thing that’s mine by the end of the night.”

  Chapter Eight

  Devlin bent over Michelle to help her fasten her seat harness. She stared up at him expectantly and he stifled the urge to kiss her. He wanted to—lord, how he wanted to—but if he kissed her now, he wouldn’t be able to increase her anticipation to the breaking point. He had to admit, he was almost at his limit already.

  Jake slid his hand over Devlin’s back as he leaned around him to ask Michelle a question. “Have you ever been in one of these things?”

  “A couple times,” she said. “To shoot photos of remote locations.”

  So Devlin wasn’t going to impress her with a helicopter ride.

  “Those helicopters weren’t nearly as nice as this one though,” she said. “What is this—a Mercedes?”

  The woman knew helicopters? She was full of surprises.

  “Yeah, it’s an EC145.”

  Her eyes widened. “Mercedes makes helicopters?”

  Devlin flushed. Now he sounded like he was bragging and he hadn’t meant to. “Yeah. I needed one for work.”

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