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“It’s so. He said he was going to take you there after the set. So I figured we should all go. Make a field trip of it.”
“Yeah, sure, make a field trip of it so you rub it into the faces of those of us flying solo while we’re in New York. Nice work, asshole.” Michael thumped West on the back and he shrugged.
“Sorry. Sucks to be you, Mikey boy. Get a cock ring and FaceTime your wife. We don’t judge.”
Laughter broke out around them, and even Ryan had to grin at the obvious light that popped into Michael’s eyes. West had clearly given him ideas.
Lucky fuckers, the whole bunch of them. Well, half the band anyway. Some of their membership were very much members of the woman-of-the-night club. Like Mal, who was tossing back a beer and staring at the phone in his hand, as if he didn’t care one iota what West was proposing now.
Ryan fought the urge to step to the left to catch Denver’s eyes. Surely she’d disappear, as she did so naturally. She wouldn’t want to go to a sex shop with the rest of the band, even if she did like to hang out with everyone when she could. But a shop where the express purpose was to enjoy sex when she’d put the kibosh on them doing that again…yeah, not gonna happen.
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sp; “That sounds fun,” Denver said, slipping her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.
Ryan squinted in her direction, but she stepped behind Lauren and out of his view before their gazes connected.
Damn woman. Always would do anything to be contrary.
Or it could be she just liked toys, which really wasn’t helping him to remember he was pissed at her. Imagining Denver on her back, her golden thighs spread, a vibrator in her hand, teasing her sweet pussy—
Fuck. Yeah, he just wasn’t going to think about that any longer.
“A sex shop? Seriously?” Molly examined her manicure and let out a sigh.
“They have lingerie too, if it’s the place Sparks mentioned,” Jules said, referring to her boyfriend.
“Maybe they’d have a toy that could help you get the stick out from your ass,” Mal offered, throwing up a middle finger of his own when Molly flashed him one without turning around.
“Hmm. The lingerie at some backstreet adult shop is probably on the lower end.”
Jules shook her head. “No, this is a decent place. They’re mostly known for their online shopping experience. All exclusive products, classy setup. There’s only a couple of actual stores in the whole nation.”
“Yay.” Mal did a fist pump. “Just what I’m thinking about when I wanna fuck. Class.”
“No, a toilet seat is good enough for you most times, isn’t it?” Elle asked sweetly, snagging a water bottle as she joined the group. She’d lost her boyfriend hookup somewhere along the way.
Her new dude was probably sleeping it off somewhere. The guy seemed to always have a drink in his hand. Ryan wasn’t sure what Elle was even doing with him. He’d heard she’d had a wild past, but it was hard for him to equate the easygoing, low-key woman he knew with someone who’d partied hard.
Then again, loneliness accounted for a lot of crazy decisions. Maybe Elle had just hooked up with the guy to kill some time on the road. There were worse ways to do it.
Maybe that was even why he and Denver had—
No. Fuck no. Not even close. Proximity and a night on their own might have hastened things along, but if she hadn’t known that in some way they’d been headed to that place all along, she was nuts. Or he was nuts for being pissed she wasn’t onboard with something so obviously right.
“Ry? You in, brother?” West asked.
To hell with it. He’d buy some damn sex toys. He’d gotten his replacement credit card overnighted to the hotel. Time to do some damage. Even if he didn’t know who he’d use them with, because the one woman he wanted was solidly out of reach.
He glanced up, on the verge of answering, when his gaze finally met Denver’s. The moment was brief. There would be no lingering mutual stares tonight, that was for sure. But that instant of connection was enough to tighten his groin and dry out his throat.
“I’m in,” he said, voice low. Wanting her to hear everything he wasn’t saying in his tone.
Trusting she’d get it, just like she got him.
You may not want this, may not be able to handle this, but I can. And I’m waiting for you.
“What about you, little Ricki?” Mal asked lazily without lifting his focus from his phone. “Or are you not allowed to go anywhere when your hanger-on isn’t present?” He tapped his cell against his mouth and made his eyes wide. “Gee, I wonder where he might be. Found someone new to sponge off, perhaps?”
