“I’m starved from not seeing you this weekend,” Cole said between kisses, his throaty voice bringing me back into the present moment. “It will be very hard to concentrate during practice.” He ground himself into me to emphasize his point.
My earlier thoughts scrambled like fireflies. “Tonight?” I panted.
“It’s a plan.”
The distant sound of a car approaching made him take a step back, his lips beautifully flushed.
“Cole, did you show up early just so you could take all the credit for the surprise?” Ezra chastised once he got out and took in the passes sitting on the hood of Cole’s car.
“Dude, I got them through my hook up, so I sure as hell am taking all the credit.”
“Is everyone coming?” I asked.
“Think so,” Ezra said. “We wanted to do something fun together and thought you could use the distraction after the week you just had.”
My heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of their surprise. I hadn’t had someone take care of me like this since the death of my parents, and I’d forgotten how good it felt. I squeezed their hands, hiding the ball in my throat behind a grateful smile. “Thank you. It means a lot.” The idea of all of us going to a concert together filled me with giddy anticipation.
Ezra grinned and pulled me toward the building. “Silas and Abel are driving together. They should be here in a few minutes. We can wait for them inside.”
The fact that neither he nor Cole had pressed me for information on what happened between the guitarist and I didn’t go unnoticed. I was both relieved and…disappointed. A part of me craved to fess up, to stop holding on to secrets that served us little purpose, but I was still afraid to put the relationship between the four of us into words. What did they really think about it? What did it mean to them?
It couldn’t have meant much. The end had been spelled out from the beginning.
Ezra’s hand traveled to the small of my back as he led me inside. “By the way, what happened to your driver?” I asked, realizing I hadn’t seen the SUV with the bulky bodyguard in a while.
“He’ll be driving us to the concert on Thursday,” Cole said. “Our record label wanted us to keep him around when all the stuff with Charlie was going down, but things have been pretty calm, so they’ve laid off a bit.”
“Yeah, we got some pretty crazy letters when news of his death first got out,” Ezra added.
“What do you mean?”
“Upset fans blaming us for not seeing it coming or not doing more to help him. Of course, none of them know that Charlie hid his issues better than any buried treasure.”
“That’s awful.” To deal with a close friend dying while being under that kind of a spotlight was something I never wanted to experience.
We had four tracks left to record at the studio this week, which meant we had to stay focused. Still, the guys didn’t seem too stressed about getting it done. Even Abel was doing his job as producer in a calm and efficient way that stood in stark contrast to his attitude when we first started.
Despite being pleased with the fact that we’d likely get the recording done on schedule, the prospect of saying goodbye to the guys weighed on me heavily. I hadn’t asked them what they planned on doing after this week, and every time I tried to, the words couldn’t seem to get out.
Cole and Ezra coming home with me on Monday was a welcome distraction. Ezra backed me into Cole’s hard chest and pushed his hands up my shirt before I had taken my boots off. His calloused hands molded around my breasts, the rough skin creating delicious friction against my already puckered nipples. Their bodies enveloped me, firm and eager, grinding against all the right places and making me moan.
My head dropped back, landing on Cole’s chest. “Even a few days away from you is too long,” he murmured against my hair before pushing it to one side and baring my neck. His hot breath skated over it, his lips barely touching the pulsing vein. “Did you think about us while we were gone?”
Shivers erupted down my spine. “Yes.” I did think of them, even when I was with Silas. Even when the guitarist’s thick cock had been deep inside my cunt. It was like all four of them were braided together and pulling the strings apart only created a tighter knot. I couldn’t separate the desire. God knows, I’d tried. I didn’t want just one of them. I wanted all of them. Even Abel, though I knew nothing could happen with him, not when our remaining days together were racing at a break-neck speed to zero. I couldn’t forget how his eyes had shone when he’d said I had power over them. I couldn’t forget how my heart had pounded when I’d thought we were about to share a kiss.
We stumbled into my bedroom, tearing each other’s clothes off with desperate haste. “What did you imagine us doing to you?” Ezra asked, falling back onto my bed and pulling me down to straddle him. His fingers landed at the nape of my neck, slid into my hair, and tugged.
“I imagined your head between my legs. I imagined you thrusting into my mouth. I imagined both of you inside of me again.”
Cole made a strangled sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to my core. He was kneeling behind me, on the bed between Ezra’s legs, and his hands landed on my ass, prying the flesh apart. I couldn’t turn to look at him, Ezra’s hand held my head in place, and I felt a pang of shame at the thought of him examining methereso carefully.
“What else?” Ezra prompted, as if he knew where my mind was going and wanted to bring me back into the moment.
I swallowed, forcing the shame down. “I imagined you losing control. I imagined your grunts and groans and moans. I imagined coming apart on your tongues until I forgot how to form words.”
“Did you imagine my tongue here?” Cole rasped and licked over the hole he’d been studying.
I gasped as the feathery sensation went straight to my clit. “I promise I will next time.”
