“That’s what I’ve been saying,” Mason piped in. “And actually, it might be better for you to get in contact with him before you become famous.”
“Right,” I said, nodding my agreement. “The longer you wait, the more complicated it will get.”
Kaz looked deep in thought, his brows close together. He ran a hand over his chin and looked away from us. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. I need to think it over.”
“He’ll be so proud of you,” I said, reaching across the table to take his hand. “Who wouldn’t be?”
But Kaz was skeptical. I could see it in the way his lips tightened, the angle of his shoulders drawing up. He met my gaze but kept his mouth shut, only relaxing when the waitress came with our check.
We paid, and Mason placed his hand on my thigh. “Let’s go.”
Anticipation curled inside of me, and I pushed aside all my worries and concerns. Maybe things were about to change, but I didn’t want to spend any more time worrying about the future. Not when the present was so damn good.
The wild thing smirked.Finally, you’re learning.
* * *
The drive home felt far too long. Memories of last night were on replay inside my head, and the looks Kaz and Mase kept shooting in my direction told me their heads were tuned in to the same program. We stumbled into their house, slamming the door so hard it shook on its hinges, and then my back was pressed against it, and I was taking turns kissing the two men.
“Do we really have you?” Kaz asked between kisses. “This isn’t just a fever dream?”
I moaned as Mason’s palm slipped under my shirt and skated over the underside of my breast. “You have me. I’m yours.”
Mason lifted me, his hands curving around my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. When he pressed his hard length against me, I sighed in pleasure. “Get me out of these clothes.”
He carried me through the house and tossed me onto Kaz’s bed. The singer was right there, his hands tugging my top off, followed by my jeans. The indulgent patience they’d displayed last night was gone, replaced by a frenzy fueled by desire. Seeing them like this turned me the hell on. It was because of me that they were losing their minds. Was there a more profound pleasure than feeling so desired?
“I need to taste you again,” Kaz said as he tugged my panties down my legs, leaving me completely bare. “I can’t stop thinking about how you taste, Molly. You’re like a fucking drug.”
I tried to sit up on the edge of the bed, but he pushed me back down, kneeled at the foot of the bed, and spread my legs. “Mase, turn on the lights. I want to see everything.”
My eyelids fluttered in anticipation. Kaz dragged his finger down the center of me, dipping it inside just barely before moving it back up. “I love how wet you get. You’re dripping for us.”
The bed sank beside me, and then someone was guiding my face to the side. I opened my eyes to see Mason, stripped down to his boxer briefs, gazing down at me. He lowered his lips to my mine, brushing lightly at first before going all in and claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss. The contrast made me buck my hips, but Kaz held down my thighs, still looking, just looking.
“Get on top of me,” I told Mason. “I want you in my mouth.”
He made a rough sound at the back of his throat before climbing off the bed and pulling down his boxers. I watched him take them off, admiring the flat planes of his stomach, the well-defined chest, and the way thick veins ran up the length of his forearms. No wonder he’d lifted me up with seemingly no effort. He looked so strong. I wanted to feel his weight sinking into me, his body pressing me into the bed.
Kaz picked that moment to swipe his tongue against the wetness between my legs, and I cried out. I was lightheaded, as if all my blood had travelled to that one point between my legs. There was no way I’d last long.
Mason climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest, his cock pointing directly at my mouth. I gave him a few strokes, reveling in the way his expression tensed, and then I guided his hips closer.
He sank between my lips as Kaz increased the speed at which he lapped at my clit. I moaned around Mason, urging him to move by digging my nails into his ass, knowing that I was seconds away from bursting open.
Then Kaz pulled away and stood up. I whined, my eyes finding his face. He watched Mason thrust into my mouth for a moment, his gaze burning hotter and hotter. He liked observing, but I think I liked seeing him enjoy it even more.
He walked around the bed and ran his fingers through my hair. “This time, you’re going to come right on my cock.” He said it like he’d already seen it happen, his voice certain and possessive.
Mason shuddered and took himself out of my mouth. He leaned down to kiss me deeply, and then he looked back at Kaz, as if waiting for his direction.
Their teamwork, even in this, was impressive.
Kaz rummaged for something inside his bag and returned to the foot of the bed with condoms and a bottle of lube.
I was squirming, ready to demand they do something to ease the insane pressure between my legs, but I didn’t have to wait for long before Mason moved me higher on the bed and Kaz settled himself between my thighs.
He bracketed my head with his arms and gave me a hungry look. “How do you feel?”
