by Jane Jamison
She wanted them. Nothing about it made sense except that they were handsome and sexy, but that had never been a driving force for her. A man’s intelligence and good heart trumped looks every time. No, she wanted them, both in the carnal way and in every other way. More than she’d ever wanted anything before.
Better watch what you’re doing, Rae.
She bit her lower lip, ruining her freshly done lips. They were gorgeous, hot as hell men who were, no doubt, great in bed. But they were also her competitors in the music business and in the upcoming contest. She wasn’t the type to step on people to get to the top, but making friends with the ones that could take the prize away wasn’t the best idea, either.
She frowned, unhappy with the direction her thoughts had taken.
This is different. You know it is.
She couldn’t have told anyone how she knew, but she did. Maybe if she gave into temptation, she’d get over her weird obsession for them. And maybe that would get them to lighten up on her. Yet the idea of them not wanting her any longer, having gotten what they wanted from her, tore at her insides harder than she’d have thought possible. Would that happen if she gave into her desires? If so, she’d lose more than her pride.
And yet, she sensed it was worth the risk. That they were worth the risk. She didn’t want them to get over her. Instead, she wanted them to get over her. Literally.
She studied her reflection and saw the truth in her eyes. Bringing them home may not have been a calculated move on her part, but it was one she was ready to make. She threw open the door to not only her desire, but to her future.
They were straightening up the room when she came back. If she hadn’t already decided that they were nice guys, she would’ve then. “Oh, good gracious alive. Are you cleaning up for me?”
Wyatt folded a towel and put it on the top of the rest of them. “These seemed like they were clean, so… Aw, shit.” He ran a hand over his head. “Don’t tell anyone we did this. We have a rep to maintain, you know.”
Stone peeked his head around the end of the galley kitchen. He dropped the cloth they used to clean the counter as soon as he saw her. “Yeah. We wouldn’t want to blow our macho image.”
She had to look away to keep from laughing. What they’d done was so sweet. Yet sweet was the farthest thing from her mind when she turned around and saw their stark appraisal. If they turned her on that much with only a look, then they’d drive her insane once they touched her in the right places.
“Rae, you look better than a sunrise after a long, cold night.”
She felt a blush rush up her cheeks. “Wyatt Montgomery, I thought you said you weren’t a songwriter. And yet, you have a way with words.”
“I guess you inspire me.”
Stone leaned on the small space of countertop. “You could inspire a man to do just about anything.”
If they gave her more flattery, her head would get too big for her cowgirl hat. “You two are going to make my ego enormous. I should offer you a drink or something for what you did.”
“I wouldn’t turn down a beer. If you have one.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’ll drink a beer when I’m out or at The Dive because that’s what people expect from a country singer, but I prefer something stronger.”
Stone perked up. “Something stronger is always better. What do you have? If you’ve got the ingredients, I could mix up almost anything you’d like. I’ve spent a fair share of my time behind a bar or two.”
“Great. You’re a terrific singer and a professional bartender to boot. I’m impressed.”
She moved into the kitchen and eased past Stone. The tiny kitchen wasn’t big enough for more than two or three people at a time, but she didn’t mind. Especially since the other person in the room was Stone.
“I don’t mean this in a negative way, but where did you get a saying like good gracious alive? That sounds like something my grandmother would say.”
“Then maybe your grandmother knew my grandmother, because that’s where I got it. She used to say it all the time, and I picked up the phrase and made it my own.”
“Makes sense.”
Reaching up and putting her back to him, she opened the cabinet door. “Which would you like? Vodka or tequila?”
Stone leaned closer, acting like he was trying to see, but she didn’t mind when his hard chest pushed against her back. If anything, she wished he’d push more with his lower half.
“Tequila shots sound good.”
“Then tequila it is.”
He beat her by reaching up and getting the bottle. “Do you have some limes and salt?”
“Does an eagle fly in the sky?”
“Last time I checked.”
His face was so close to hers that she could’ve stuck out her tongue and skimmed it over the seam in his mouth. Her pulse picked up and that oh-so-wonderful feeling coursed into high gear. She’d had sparks with other men, but that was like comparing a sparkler to an explosion.
Stone leveled his gaze on her lips as though he could tell what she was thinking. Then, inexplicably, he stepped away. Her stomach dropped. Why hadn’t he kissed her? Had she read them wrong? Or had she pushed them into the Friends Zone?
“Hey, how about I grab our guitars and we jam together?”
She opened up another cabinet and took three glasses out of it. “Sure, Wyatt. That sounds great.”
It wasn’t as great as what she’d had in mind, but it would still be fun.
“What about your neighbors?”
She slid the glasses onto the old metal dining table. “Are you kidding me? Most of them are in the industry in one capacity or another. They’re probably just now making it home like us. Besides, hearing us sing together will be like giving them a free concert. Trust me. They’ll love it.”
“Okay then.” Wyatt’s grin could light up the world. “I’ll grab our guitars and be back in a sec.” He bounded to the door and was gone in a flash.
“I hope you’ll take Wyatt with a grain of salt.”
She took a seat across from Stone. “I understand what the saying means, but I never really understood where it came from.”
Stone poured them a couple of fingers of tequila. “Now that you mention it, neither do I. But I’m glad you get what I’m aiming at.”
“I do. Wyatt’s an acquired taste. A drummer following his own beat.” Her hand strayed as it often did to the locket at her neck.
Stone lifted his glass to toast her. “Exactly. He kind of speaks before he thinks.”
“I figured that out pretty fast.” She drank, and the hard liquor sliding down her throat heated her from the neck to her stomach. “We really shouldn’t be drinking this late. Or early, depending on how you look at it.”
“Why? It’s happy hour some place.” His stomach growled. “Sorry. I’m starving. We never got to eat dinner. Do you know a good place that delivers? My treat.”
“I do. Or would you rather I throw something together? How about a batch of nachos or a frozen pizza?”
“Pizza sounds like an easier thing to do.”
She got up and moved back into the kitchen and opened the freezer door of her refrigerator. “What kind would you like?”
“You mean you have more than one?”
“Sure do. Carolina and I are big pizza fans.”
He was beside her in the next minute and leaning over her shoulder to see. “Hmm. Hamburger and onion. Veggie. Ham and pineapple. Supreme. And, of course, the ever-popular pepperoni. Tough choice.”
She hadn’t known she would. In fact, she would’ve sworn it wouldn’t happen. But the ripples of desire that flowed between them cocooned them, like a balloon of need she could not only feel tickling her skin, but taste as she swiped her tongue over her lips.
“I can’t hold back any longer.” His voice had gone gravelly, adding a rich darkness that would’ve made midnight look like noon.
Stone wrapped his arms around her, and a little sigh slipped from her. His lips br
ushed against the curve of her neck, charging the tingling and making her body sing.
She turned to face him with the chilled air of the freezer meeting the heat of her back. “Don’t even try.”
He could’ve interpreted that either one of two ways. She thanked her lucky stars when he chose the right way.
His thick, masculine lips crushed hers with a power that sent shudders racing to her curled toes. His arms enveloped her, then roamed down her back to cup her butt cheeks, only to travel back up to her shoulders to force her even closer.
“You’re amazing. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.” He trailed light yet steamy hot kisses along her neck and along her bare shoulders.
Her body temperature rose again, heating from her pussy outward. How long had it been since she’d had a man talk to her that way? Although she’d longed for a man to take her like men of the past used to do, claiming her as his, it was still wonderful to hear sweet words. The rough stuff could come later.
Stone took her head in his hands then pressed his mouth to hers again. His tongue swept between her lips then darted inside before he pulled her lower lip between his teeth. He cupped her breasts, and even though she’d known that would happen, it startled her.
“Easy, sweetheart.” Taking her under her arms, he lifted her then put her on top of the counter.
“Stone. The pizza. Which one?”
The blue of his eyes had darkened and yet, contained bits of amber that made them seem to glow. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
Had she turned the oven on yet? If not, the steamy heat in the air around them was coming from someplace else. Coming from him. Coming from them.
He pushed her legs apart and skimmed his fingers up her thighs and under the hem of her shorts. One hand sneaked its way under her butt while the other made a sideways track over to the tender skin next to her mons. His thumb caressed the side of her vulva. Her heart rate picked up, percussion to the beat of her pulse.
He kept his mesmerizing gaze locked to hers. “Spread your legs.”
She did, moving them far enough apart so he could find her pussy with no problem. Torpedoes of lust attacked her as his thumb eased between her folds and lightly brushed against her clit. Her craving was undeniable then, and she flattened her hands on the counter and leaned back.
“Do it.”
The tips of his mouth curved upward. “Do what?”
She licked her lips and was pleased when he followed the action. “You know what. If you don’t, then back off.”
She’d challenge him. He was being nice tonight, but she had a gut instinct that he could be as wild and untamed as any animal. “If you don’t know, then I’ll wait and see if Wyatt does.”
He shot her a look that was part irritation and part delight. In that instant, he changed, going from a sweet, thoughtful man to a demanding, forceful one that any woman would’ve submitted to. “Fuck that.”
He grabbed the top of the shorts and jerked. If he hadn’t been standing between her legs, the strength of his move would’ve brought her off the top of the counter. She let out a cry as he yanked her shorts down her legs and pulled one foot out before letting the shorts hang from her other foot.
He glanced down at her lacy black thong. “Are those your favorite undies?”
“Yes.”
“That’s too damn bad.” With another yank, the thong was lying on the kitchen floor.
He bent low, keeping his gaze on her, and slipped his arms under her legs. She fell backward, hard against the counter, as he lifted her bottom higher then brought his mouth to her pussy.
“Oooh.”
His mouth against her felt so right, so perfect, so needed. She spread her arms wide and hooked her legs over his shoulders. She’d told him to taste her, and he was doing exactly that.
Every inhibition left her. Every thought she’d had against having sex with them faded away. She didn’t care if she didn’t know him well. In her gut, in her heart, she knew him better than anyone.
His tongue was a tool he’d mastered as he swept it over her clit then brought his mouth down hard to suck on its bundle of nerves. His hands played their tune along her legs then up to slide under the halter top and caress her breasts. Her nerves were on edge in the best possible way, and her skin tingled with the hot current wafting between them. If she’d doubted a connection before, she no longer did.
Something deep inside her, an awareness she hadn’t known existed, told her that her life had changed with his touch.
She responded, moaning with each swipe of his tongue, each brush of his finger. And yet, when he plunged his fingers into her pussy, she bucked uncontrollably, stunned at how easily he’d made her body react.
She rocked over the smooth surface, pushing her pussy toward his face, as she put her back to the cool tiles and gripped the edge of the counter to keep her body from sliding off.
“Next time I won’t take so long.”
Stone didn’t even look up, but she did. Wyatt stood in the doorway, holding two guitar cases. His hazel gaze was molten lava as he made his way up from Stone to her face.
“Wyatt, come here.”
He dropped the guitars, a sure sign that he was well beyond denying her. Coming to the other side of the counter, he watched Stone lick and tease her pussy, then took hold of one strap of her halter and pulled. It came away as easily as her thong had.
Leaning over the counter, he slicked his tongue over first one, then the other nipple. “I’m glad this happened. I don’t think I could’ve held out much longer.”
She grabbed hold of as much of his hair as she could and brought him back to her taut nipple. “Suck.”
“Bossy, isn’t she?”
“Wyatt, will you shut the fuck up?” Her tone left no doubt that she meant business.
Their hands flowed over her body, their reverence for her beauty unmistakable in the way they massaged her. She was filled with the knowledge that they were her men, the only men she would ever completely give herself to. Her body needed them and was giving itself over to them with nothing held back.
Wyatt kissed her as he fondled her breasts. His tongue swept into her mouth until he changed that and bit her lower lip instead. Taking hold of her hair, he made her turn her head to the side then put his mouth to her neck. The sting of him sliding his teeth along her flesh shocked her, but the shock left, replaced by the strange desire to beg him to bite her.
Instead, she tried to ease his shirt aside, tried to gain access to his flesh, but they were in control. What she wanted wasn’t on their minds. They’d please her, but they’d take what they needed first. She gave up trying, surrendering to their commands as Wyatt shoved her hands away.
“Babe, roll onto your side.”
Stone grumbled as she complied with Wyatt’s request, then straightened up and drove his fingers into her pussy. “I want to see your face when I find your sweet spot.”
Wyatt pulled her over closer to the edge and yanked on his belt buckle. The belt loops hung toward the floor as he undid his button then slid the zipper down. His erect cock poked out, ready for her mouth.
Would they think less of her for giving in so fast? She hated to think they would. Yet if they did, they weren’t the men she thought they were. That and she would’ve proven that the so-called connection wasn’t real.
Then what the hell was she feeling?
“Take me, Rae.” Wyatt eased his body higher, using a nearby chair. “Now, baby. I’ve dreamed about having your mouth around my cock.”
She opened her mouth and took him in. He tasted of warm nights and smooth whiskey. Hot lovin’ and easy mornings in bed. He tasted all male and all hers.
Stone’s fingers fit her perfectly, yet not as good as his cock would. The throbbing of her pussy was reaching the pinnacle of her limits. One stroke of his finger over her sensitive patch would push her over the brink, shattering her.
Her fervor grew, and she put the whole of it into her tongue as she
flipped it around Wyatt’s cock. He held her head, supporting it and tunneling his hands through her hair. He tightened his grip on her hair, stinging the pain into her, but she loved it. She’d heard that pain could add to sex, but hadn’t understood how until now.
Yet was it really the pain that made the experience better? Or was it because of the men giving her that edge?
Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving. She was lost to every sensation raging inside her body, driving her to whimpers of yearning that morphed into demands that they take her.
“Not yet.” Sweet Stone had turned into a torturer.
“Please. You’re driving me crazy.”
Wyatt thrust his hips forward then back, bringing his cock in and out. “Seems fair since that’s what you’ve done to us.”
She cupped his balls and squeezed at the same time she tightened her legs, trapping Stone between them.
“Easy, woman.” He ran his hand along her leg, then slapped her butt cheek once. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.”
Her groan was filled with frustration. “Please, Stone. I need you inside me. Take care of me that way.”
But the wicked gleam in his eyes told her that her pleas would go unheeded. In a strange form of retaliation, she put all her frustration into Wyatt.
“Holy hell. She knows how to use her mouth. Damn it, Rae, you’re going to make me come.”
All at once, Wyatt tugged hard on her hair and pulled away. He gritted his teeth and grabbed for the kitchen towel to cover his cock, then turned away as the climax struck him.
She cried out for him to come back, for her to taste his seed, but it was too late. And yet she would’ve gloated over making Wyatt come if Stone hadn’t hit her G-spot in the next moment. “Oh! Oh, yeah. Yes!”
Her body must’ve ripped apart. There was no other way to describe the thunderous roll of release that took her over. Her body shook, tightened again, then shook out yet another release. She couldn’t think, and her arms and legs no longer obeyed her. She was rolling down a sexual mountain and couldn’t stop her momentum.
She cried out, using both their names, interspersed with exclamations of wonder. She was lost and never wanted to be found. By the time she could think again, her limbs were shaking so much that Stone had to help her sit up. He hugged her to him, back to whispering sweet words in her ear, then helped her off the counter.