“Would you like some, darlin? I promise it won’t make the hair grow on your chest like my Pops used to tell me.”
I chuckle and accept the bottle, taking a generous sip and coughing as it coats my throat. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and wave the bottle in front of Court for him to take it back.
“Good gracious, it’s been a while since I drank shots. And that night didn’t end well.”
“We’ve had more than our fair share of those nights, haven’t we, Court?” Rye leans forward and slaps Court playfully on the leg.
Court groans. “Fuck yeah, we have. How we are still around to talk about it is still a mystery to me. We were such hellions.”
I bend my body forward, drawing my knees up to my chin and wrap my arms around my legs. “Tell me about it. I want to hear all about your wild times.”
Rye takes the opportunity to scoot closer to me, as he lays down on his side to face me, one arm propping him up and the other extended, his fingers lightly caressing my shins.
“Why tell you about them when we can show you?”
Suddenly, my mouth is parched, and I need another swig of something. Foregoing the additional tequila shot, I take a big gulp of my beer, relishing in the gentle skim of Rye’s fingertips over my skin. Goosebumps skitter over my legs and Rye stops his movement.
“Do I make you nervous, darlin?” He removes his hand, setting it down between us.
I look to Court, who sits watching quietly. Quietly observing his brother and friend, drinking in the sight.
“Not one bit,” I admit, setting the beer bottle down on the other side of my hip before turning to look at Rye and the gleam in his eyes that speaks volumes of his wants and needs. And that need is for me.
Licking my lips, I lift his hand and place it back on the top of my knees, but when I shift down to my side, his hand slips from the movement and it lands on my hip.
We stare at each other a moment, drinking each other in, looking at each other in a way we’ve never done before. As something more than a rock star and assistant. But as a man and a woman.
“Who gets to kiss me first?” I boldly ask, flicking my gaze toward Court who still sits in the darkness, the light from the moon above and the fire in the distance giving him an air of mystery. Of devious intentions.
I hear the hitch in Rye’s voice as he leans in and says, “I’m closest to your lips. I think that gives me first preference.”
His hand curls around my back, calloused fingers sliding underneath my shirt, tugging me into him so our chests meet, and the natural curve of our bodies fit perfectly together. My heartbeat accelerates, breaths turning into needy pants, and my core locks up with the thrill of being held in Rye’s very capable arms.
Our mouths are so close – just a breath apart – and his leg nudges mine open so he can slide on top of me – still cradling me in his arm. The hard ridge of his cock nestles into me, and I wonder just how many women in the world would kill to be in this position right now? To be the object of Rye Aldridge’s attention and affections. Of his desires. How could I have gotten so lucky?
Suddenly, all the air is pulled from my lungs when his mouth crashes over mine. It’s not gentle.
His hand dips lower, playing with the edge of my skirt, lifting it up to expose more of the delicate skin of my thigh. He teases and traces his way up until his fingertips graze over the wet center of panties.
Like the professional musician he is, Rye plays an erotic tune over the silky panel, teasing my clit that aches with pressure to be touched. He cups my mound, the heel of his hand rubbing over my clit, his fingertips brushing against the soft opening there.
“Rye. Please, more,” I whine, my voice sounding so desperate and wanton.
He extracts his mouth from mine and turns to look at Court, who is hidden from my view behind Rye’s shoulder.
“What do you think, Court? Shae wants more. Do you think you can help with that?”
Court grunts a manly, husky sound and moves to sit on the other side of me, pulling a blanket up and over my legs, hiding what’s happening underneath.
As he tugs it over my belly, his knuckles graze the tip of my nipples, and I swear it feels like fireworks have been shot off in my system. I’m exploding from just the slightest of touches.
Court flicks his thumb over my nipple, this time on purpose, and I can’t help but thrust my hips forward and into Rye’s waiting touch. He chuckles as I twist side to side, my swollen clit throbbing now in desperation.
As Rye slides his fingers up and inside my panties, Court jerks down my tank top and bra cup, exposing my breast. There’s a moment of worry that escalates from the back of my mind and I gasp over being seen, but it’s swallowed down by a kiss. This time, it’s Court’s mouth and tongue that devour me, his fingers gliding over my swollen peaks, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pinching so there’s a shock of pain that quickly turns into pleasure.
I pant into his mouth and his tongue sweeps through my parted lips, tangling with my tongue in the same delicious way his fingers circle my nipple. I’m so distracted by the luxurious feel of Court’s mouth on mine, that my hips jerk wildly when Rye breaches my entrance with his finger and pushes inside me.
My hands clasp around Court’s broad shoulders, fingernails biting into his flesh, but it only spurs him on more, his mouth crushing mine with fiery desire. And at the same time, Rye’s finger pumps furiously in and out of me, driving me higher and higher toward my climax.
