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Giselle
“Trust me,” Asher said, his green eyes so serene despite the chaos of the moment, “I will personally make sure you have all the inspiration you need.”
He looked so handsome in the soft radiance of the stereo. He was illuminated in gold every time they passed under a streetlight. Giselle found herself lost in the shape of his face. Her eyes followed the slope of his forehead, the gentle curve of his brows down to his strong nose. A red light overhead was reflected in his glasses, shadows cast down the side of his face. She longed to trace the angle of his cheekbones and his jawline. She wondered about the softness of his blond hair between her fingers.
“How far will you go to inspire me?” she heard herself asking.
Asher looked at her sideways, a smile on his lips. “I’d go to the ends of the earth.”
“What kind of song would we make together?” she pressed. “At the ends of the earth.”
“Let’s just say I’m not sure they could play it on the radio,” he replied.
“Why don’t you pull over and show me how it goes?” she challenged him.
Giselle’s heart pounded. What was coming over her? For all her out-loud confidence, she was still naive in certain areas. She was never so forward with anyone… ever. The bedroom was the one arena where she felt lost.
But right now, she felt strangely empowered. Her body was thrumming with pent-up energy. Tension clenched in every muscle.
Asher reached over to rest his big hand on her thigh. His fingertips hooked gently through the torn holes of her fishnets. He looked at her with an expression of pure desire, bordering on hunger. She felt small and dainty, mere prey for this powerful man. That spark of something dangerous in his eye made the tiny hairs stand up on her neck. Goosebumps spread across her skin. She realized he could do whatever he wanted with her. And she liked it.
“I can teach you the words,” he replied, the car slowing down. His gaze was so direct. There was no question about what he wanted—what they both wanted.
“You can spell the words between my legs,” Giselle purred. Oh my god, who was she?
“I’ll have you singing them in no time,” he replied. He gave her thigh a squeeze, and a thrill ran down Giselle’s spine. The Cadillac rolled to a stop on the side of what looked to be a country road. There were dense trees on one side of the road and a rolling field of grass and wildflowers waving in the moonlight on the other side. Giselle thought she could even make out the tiny outlines of cows silhouetted against the purple sky.
But that didn’t make any sense. There was no farmland in Silver Lake. Certainly no cows. But when Asher’s hand gently brushed along her throat to cup her chin, she didn’t care where they were. All that mattered was here, in the car.
“You were incredible tonight, you know. I’ve never seen anyone own the stage like you do. You’re a legend, Giselle,” he whispered to her.
“You’re the most amazing performer I’ve ever seen,” came Blaze’s voice from the back seat. Giselle turned to look at him, not even surprised to see him there.
That made no sense to her either. Blaze wasn’t in the car; he was on his motorcycle. And yet, there he was, looking every bit as ruggedly gorgeous as he ever had. He was no mirage. Then he was pulling her into the back seat, and Giselle let him do it. His hands glided down the sides of her body as she climbed back there with him. Asher followed after her, and somehow there was enough space for all three of them.
The Cadillac was huge, but surely not that big. Right?
But it felt so real, their hands caressing her as they undressed her in the back seat. Asher’s lips felt soft against her own, while Blaze’s fingers gathered her hair in his fist to lean in and graze her neck with his teeth. Giselle whimpered against Asher’s lips, which only made him kiss her harder. Blaze ran his hands down her chest, and suddenly Giselle’s nude bodysuit evaporated—so that she was actually nude. Giselle felt no shame, no insecurity as her lovers’ hands explored her body. Blaze fondled her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples so that she felt a twinge of hot, wild longing between her legs. Asher groped her ass and pulled her onto his lap so she could feel his hard cock straining between them. She rocked into him, loving the little groan of pleasure it elicited from his throat. Blaze grabbed her face and turned her toward him to kiss her while Asher’s cock rubbed against her sensitive folds through his jeans.
“I’m ready. Take me, I’m begging you,” Giselle murmured thickly.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gave in to their control, to their hands guiding and controlling her. Pleasure flooded her brain in a rush of chemicals. She drifted out of her body, to another plane of existence, as the boys rocked her to new heights of ecstasy. And yet, every time she came close to the edge, something pushed her back. Again and again, the tension grew to an explosive height, only to be denied.
“I’m ready. Oh, please, I’m ready,” she panted over and over.
“Wake up.”
“I’m awake. I’m ready—”
“No, you’re not. Wake up, Giselle.”
A hand was on her shoulder, but it was not a caress this time. The fingers dug into her skin, shaking her so hard that her eyes rolled open. The world that swam into focus was not the fantastically huge back seat of a Cadillac, but the interior of a recording studio. Blaze and Asher were nowhere to be found. Instead, the disapproving face of Jimmy was gazing down at her. He sighed and shook his head.
“This place charges per hour and you’re asleep,” he chided.
“You never could handle an all-nighter,” said Matt from across the room.
“I only drifted off for a second,” Giselle defended.
