“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?”