by Desiree Holt, Lisabet Sarai, Lily Harlem, Elizabeth Coldwell, Wendi Zwaduk, Imari Jade
Juniper stood in front of Jacoby and grabbed a bottle from the nightstand. She stroked the dildo, coating it in lube. The flesh-coloured sex toy glistened in the low light.
Hell, yeah. Parkur couldn’t get his body to move fast enough. Once on his knees, Parkur waved his bottom in the air. The taunt would get him punishment…but what kind? Didn’t really matter. He’d embrace whatever Jacoby could dish out.
“Spank him,” Jacoby rumbled.
“Please?” Shit. Parkur sounded needy even to his own ears. He glanced over his shoulder. Juniper winked.
The crack split the air as she spanked his ass. Hard. The immediate imprint of her hand combined with the sting shot straight to his cock.
“More,” Parkur groaned. He needed this. Needed to know they cared enough to punish him. Desired their love above all else. Yearned for their music.
Their three.
Instead of rewarding him with another slap, the blunt head of the dildo pressed against his rectum. Parkur shivered. His eyes rolled back into his head. He couldn’t get enough air into his lungs. As she pressed the toy into his tight body, he moaned. Rough. Right and rough. Just the way he liked it. He backed into her, sending the unyielding behemoth farther into his ass.
Juniper’s nails bit into his shoulders. Her tiny whimpers vibrated down his spine. He peeked over his shoulder again as Jacoby moved closer behind her.
“Fuck yourself on her dick,” Jacoby murmured. His hands spread across Parkur’s hips. Arching his back, Parkur rode the sex toy while he fisted his hands in the comforter to keep from stroking himself. His balls drew tight beneath him. So close to the edge.
“Oh my God,” Juniper gasped. The force of Jacoby moving within her propelled her into Parkur like one well-lubed fucking machine.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” Jacoby’s thrusts grew more erratic and the curses slurred together.
“Need. To. Come,” Parkur bit out. Every nerve ending within his being sizzled. So God damned close.
“Now.”
As if Jacoby held a magic key to their combined orgasm, Parkur came. Semen coated his stomach and the comforter. Juniper slumped against his back, moulding herself to his body. Jacoby’s growl ripped through the room. He, too, slumped forwards, bracing himself on his forearms.
In a mass of tangled limbs, Jacoby coaxed them both onto the bed.
“Best sex ever,” Parkur puffed. “I know I’m dead.”
“Yeah,” came Juniper’s sleepy reply. “I can’t crash with the harness, but I’m…tired.”
“Sleep,” Jacoby whispered.
Jacoby’s footsteps padded on the carpet. The sound of buckles and rustling sheets filled Parkur’s consciousness. A moment later, the bed dipped. Parkur grabbed Jacoby’s hand, sandwiching Juniper between them. Parkur rolled onto his side to stare at Jacoby over Juniper’s head. Her soft breaths feathered over his chest. Parkur stroked the sprinkling of hairs on Jacoby’s arm, memorising the feel of his lover’s skin. For a moment, everything felt right.
“I love you,” Parkur murmured. “I love you both.”
Jacoby stared at him with a hint of a smile on his lips. “Now convince her.”
Well, shit.
Chapter Seven
Parkur folded his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. No wonder he hated legal jargon. None of it made sense to him. All the words looked Greek or something. Juniper sat on the arm of Jacoby’s chair and picked at the cuff of her sweater. He hadn’t seen her smile since three nights prior. Fuck if he knew what had changed. Jacoby sat hunched over the papers, nodding at things Nate Waterford said. Sure, Nate was a great guy and decent lawyer. But damn, the tension in the room suffocated Parkur.
“I’ve looked at what you have.” Nate leant back in his seat and tossed the pen onto the teak coffee table. “If you haven’t signed anything new, then these are outdated. All Hank did was paste in what he wanted changed. The dates are all different from the dates with the signatures. Write up what you want included and excluded. Leave off the individuals you don’t want involved in the record. Hell, I’d start my own label if I were you. You’d be in charge of all the rights and a lot happier.”
“Where’s this leave Hank?”
“He owns the rights to the older material, yes, because he was your counsel at the time.” Nate placed the papers in front of Jacoby and Parkur. “Let’s word this sucker so we can stick it to Hank.”
“I’ll be right back.” Juniper jumped from her perch and left the room.
Jacoby’s shoulders slumped. The crinkles around his eyes deepened. “Give us a minute.” He stood and padded out of his living room.
So much for meeting in their apartment. For a long moment, Parkur stared at the hallway. He should go after them. Should find out what the hell was going on. He turned his attention back to Nate, who tapped his paperwork into a tidy stack.
“So…” Nate shook his head. “You’re back.”
“I am.” Parkur sat up straighter in his chair.
“You fucked them up,” Nate said quietly.
“I know.”
“Can’t say I’m thrilled to see you back. She cried her eyes out and I swear he destroyed at least three walls by putting his fist through them.”
“Yeah.” The knowledge that they’d suffered so much felt like a kick to the gut. So many mistakes. Parkur gritted his teeth. And now he had the chance for true redemption. Damn it, he’d take the chance. “Can you look into something for me? You said something about owning our own label. I think it’s doable already.”
“How so?” Nate shuffled papers again and didn’t look up. “You’ve got a recording studio in your back pocket?”
“Sort of. I own the Atrius Building on Ninth Street here in town. I never signed anything over to Hank when I bought it. Did the deal with the realtor on the down-low because I didn’t trust Hank. Hank, being Hank, is sneaky.”
Slowing his movements, Nate stared at Parkur. “No shit?”
“It’s mine. Lock, stock and barrel. If Hank doesn’t have his hand in it somehow that I don’t know about, I want to change the deed.”
“My respect for you has grown.” Nate whipped out his touch phone and scribbled notes. “I looked at your bank accounts. There’s some money being moved and not replenished. I can look at the deed and the documents of the sale. What do you want to do?”
“Can you put it in our names?” Parkur cracked his knuckles. The rock formerly between his shoulder blades disappeared. His spirits soared. “Yes, I want to change the deed.”
“Updating the deed is a quick fix. You’ll need their signatures, but it’s easy.”
“Cool.” Parkur nodded and tapped Nate’s ring finger. “When did you jump off the market?”
“Didn’t think you’d noticed.”
“I notice hot men. I just don’t act on every whim.”
“Right. I remember when you made a pass at me after the showdown in the Flats in ’08. And yes, I still appreciate you noticing my hot ass.” He tapped the phone screen and glanced down at the papers once again. “I married Courteney about six months ago in a little ceremony in Crestline.” He paused and grinned. “Ju sang ‘Love Song’ after we exchanged vows. Made damned near everyone cry. I think you’d like her. She’s got every one of the RE albums.”
“Ya know, I think organising a party is in order when those two come back in here. I’m thinking a big party to launch the record and the label. Plus, I’d love to meet your bride.”
“I see.” Nate crooked a brow. “Usually I’m giving Arran advice. Helping Jacoby never crossed my mind. I’m glad you all called me.
“I think it’s a great way to thank our new permanent counsel.” Parkur stood and offered his hand. “What do you think?”
Chuckling, Nate grasped Parkur’s hand. “Money would work, too.”
“Absolutely.”
Juniper stared out of the windows overlooking downtown Cleveland. She rubbed her face with both hands to erase the proof she’d been crying.
The sounds of conversation softened to a lull, blotted out by footsteps behind her. “Jacoby.”
“You’ve never called me by my name in almost the entire time I’ve known you.” Jacoby wrapped his thick arms around her shoulders. He rested his forehead on the crown of her head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Juniper. Don’t put me on,” he murmured. His semi-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. “I know you better than you know yourself. Meeting here in our apartment isn’t sitting well with you, is it?”
“I’m fine.” Kind of. Sort of. Not really. “Go work on the contracts with Parkur.”
“You don’t just leave the damned room.” Jacoby turned her around in his embrace. His brows knotted together and his eyes flickered with intensity. “Talk. Or I’ll get the handcuffs and whip it out of you.”
Her throat clogged with tears and not from the impending punishment. God, this was irrational. The signs weren’t exactly crystal clear between the three of them. Still, she couldn’t hold back the onslaught of emotion. “Am I—Will we make it?”
“What are you talking about?” He brushed the tears away with the pad of his thumb. His jaw tightened. “Explain, please?”
“Think about it.” She wriggled away from him and threaded her fingers together behind her head. “In the beginning, it was me and him. Then you came along. Things got bumpy and I got the shaft.”
“We worked through it,” he said softly.
She dropped her arms and stared him straight in the eye. “What if three isn’t us? Sure, we work well on stage and in the studio, but I can see it plain as day. He loves you. Down to his emo, rebellious core, he loves you. Me? I’m not sure where I stand.”
“Ju, you’re inked onto his back. I gave you my last name. What else do you want?”
“I’ve been on the outside looking in and it sucked.” Her voice cracked and tears slid down her cheeks faster than she could wipe them away. “I don’t want to be there anymore.”
“You can’t be replaced—by him or me.” Jacoby scooped her into his arms then sat on the bed with her straddling his lap. “You said it yourself—this is either a time for closure and healing or a time to start fresh. Either way, I’m in this with you. What’s that cheesy country song you listen to when you think I don’t know…? You can’t get rid of me?”
She giggled. “Lose. You can’t lose me.”
Behind Jacoby, the door creaked.
“Me neither.” Parkur inched into the room and shoved his hands into his back pockets. “Is this a party anyone can join?”
“Up to you, flower girl.” Jacoby smoothed her hair from her eyes. “My badass image has been tarnished.”
“You’re a tough guy to me. Always.” She kissed him hard on the lips and whispered, “Thanks.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Come on in.”
“I’m not interrupting?” Toying with the hem of his T-shirt, Parkur leaned on the doorframe.
“No.” Juniper sat side-saddle on Jacoby’s lap. “Come here.”
“I knew this wouldn’t be easy—us getting things sorted out.” Parkur plopped down at the foot of the bed beside them. “I know you’re both afraid. Hell, my track record sucks…” He shook his head and jerked from his seat. “I made more than my share of mistakes, but you both mean too much to me to give up. Jac, I love you. Never stopped. You make me tick.”
Parkur’s shoulders slumped and he bowed his head. “Ju, I know what you’re thinking. You’re scared the past is gonna smack us all in the head.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “I let you go twice now. Never again. I can’t. You’re a part of me. The best part of me.” He hooked his fingers under her chin. “Without you, the music doesn’t work. Without you, Jacoby and I can’t function.”
“Absolutely.” Jacoby grasped her hair and fused his lips to hers. The kiss turned harder as Parkur nipped her jaw. The feel of both men worshipping her body resonated down to the core of her soul.
Whimpering, she arched into the both of them.
“Time to show her how much we care about her?” Parkur wriggled his brows. He shimmied out of his pants and yanked the wrinkled T-shirt up over his head. His hair stuck out in odd angles, framing his face in wild, wheat-coloured tangles. A smile broadened across his lips as he plopped back onto the bed and opened his arms.
Juniper hesitated. Sure, she longed to just jump into Parkur’s arms. What girl wouldn’t want to fuck the rock star of her dreams?
“Stand.” Jacoby urged her into standing. His broad hands moved over her body, divesting her of the sloppy button-down shirt and jeans. She shivered in her bra and panties. From behind, Jacoby reached around and tweaked her nipples.
“You want to make love to him,” Jacoby whispered. The timbre of his voice sent fresh shivers along her nerve endings. “You want to feel his cock deep in your cunt.” One hand stayed on her breast while the other travelled down her stomach to the thatch of curls above her pussy. “And while he’s blowing your mind, I’m taking your sweet little ass.” One finger dipped between the slippery folds and speared into her vagina. “You belong to us.”
“Ours.” Parkur tugged the dampened cotton down her legs then flicked the catch on her bra, baring her body to them.
As if her body wasn’t her own, Juniper moved forwards and straddled Parkur’s hips. She shifted, rubbing the blunt head of his cock against her clit. Fisting her hands in the bedcovers, she moaned. Damn. How long had she been on the edge?
“That’s right, love. Get yourself off on me.” Parkur drummed his dick against the bundle of nerves. “Pour your cream all over me. Feels so good.”
She framed his face between her hands. “Fuck me.”
Nodding, Parkur prodded then thrust up into her body. The sheer force of his action stole her breath. Memories of the first time they’d made love blurred into the present. Flutters started low in her stomach. Each vein, each ridge on his cock caressed her inner walls.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Please?”
“Yes, babe.” Parkur’s fingers bit into her skin, not that she cared. Sweat glistened on his brow as he drove into her body.
“Not yet.” Jacoby punctuated his words with a swift slap against her ass. “You’re ours.”
Another slap spread heat over her flesh. In the same moment, Jacoby pressed chilled fingers against her sphincter. Oh hell yes. Both men at the same time. She whimpered again—not from pain, but pleasure as Jacoby worked his middle finger in and out of her ass. He added a second digit into the tight space. Fireworks licked her skin from within. The urge to come sat within reach, but the moment she thought she’d succumb, both men changed pace.
“Our music,” Parkur murmured.
“Always three.” Jacoby removed his fingers and pressed his penis against the tender tissues. “Our three.”
Juniper swallowed a yelp. The fit…so tight. So good. Her breath caught fast within her chest as Parkur and Jacoby alternated their actions, creating a rhythm all their own. Her limbs trembled.
“Come for us.” Parkur rubbed the back of her neck, drawing her down for a kiss. “I can’t hold back.”
At her back, Jacoby shuddered. His thrusts became more frantic and his hips slammed against her legs. “Fuck.” Almost at once, hot seed coated her womb and deep within her ass.
The coil wound tight in her belly finally uncoiled. The weight of the breakup evaporated. Juniper locked gazes with Parkur. His sated smile, lazy and oh-so-sexy, combined with Jacoby’s warm kisses between her shoulder blades, shattered her reserve. The tidal wave of pleasure tugged her under. She slumped against Parkur and went with the weightless feeling. With both men still nestled within her body, things felt complete.
“Fuck.” Jacoby’s hands spread out on either side of Parkur’s head. Slowly he pulled out and crawled off her. “Either that was the fuck of a lifetime or I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“Romantic.” Parkur chuckled. “Nice.”
Water ran somewhere in the distance. Juni
per rested her head on Parkur’s chest, lulled by the rampant beat of his heart. “Can’t move.”
The bed dipped beside her as Jacoby plopped down. “Super Bowl of romance. That’s me. Roll over, Ju. Let me clean you off.”
Her eyes opened and the fuzzy visage of Jacoby hovered over her. Warmth seeped down into her bones.
Parkur yanked a cover over their bodies. He patted the empty spot on the bed. “Hey, Jac, I’ve been thinking.”
Juniper snuggled down between her men. Go figure he’d want to talk. “Hence the green smoke?”
“Har.” Parkur rose up on his elbow and spread his hand out over her stomach, lacing his fingers with Jacoby’s. “We’ve been holed up here for almost a week. Don’t you think Zero would like to know what he’s supposed to play? I can’t text him the songs.”
“And have him find us all in the nude?” Jacoby snorted. “Remember that ninety-six-hour party in Vegas? He saw more of Juniper than I liked.”
“That was one hell of a weekend.” Parkur drew circles on the top of her hand. “Almost forgot about that.”
“I don’t remember it.” Juniper opened her eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Jacoby cupped her face in both hands. “We ate, drank and fucked until we dropped and then Zero strolled in looking for us.”
“Now I remember. That’s why Parkur bashed me with the pillow.”
“It was an accident.” Parkur’s cheeks flooded with colour. “I wanted to save your innocence.”
“Sure you did.” She patted his hip. “A pillow to the backside isn’t saving anything.”
“But Zero’s good people. He knows he’s the best lead guitar in the Midwest and won’t argue if we ask him to play on the record. I say we knock out the rest of these foundation tracks and fuck like rabbits.”
“Sex won’t cure everything.” Jacoby muttered.
“Maybe not,” Juniper replied, “but it’s a pretty good reason to be together.”
“Well, what about this? Nate’s hunting down ole Hank. He’s going to get the contracts fixed.” The smile on Parkur’s lips glittered in his eyes. “As soon as I get the text, the studio will be free and clear.”