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Blaze
The light burned on the other side of Blaze’s eyelids. He could feel the sun streaming through the window, drenching Giselle’s bedroom with warmth. There were the soft sounds of people walking around outside, starting up their cars, rolling the trash cans down to the end of their driveways. It was a Monday morning, and everyone was up and ready for it.
Well, except for Blaze, Asher, and Giselle, who were still lying in a tangled pile of sheets, pillows, and snuggles. They had been in this exact position nearly all night, after staying up late making love as they always did these days. They would spend hours exploring Giselle’s body, showing her all the different ways she could feel pleasure. They taught her so many new things, and she was a dedicated, quick learner. It was exhausting, but Blaze had never felt so connected with anyone in his entire life. When he was with Giselle, he felt alone with her, even when Asher was there. The guys got along fantastically. They did have quite a lot in common, most notably: Giselle. Songwriting was their first shared passion, but Giselle was their greatest.
Blaze opened his eyes and squinted into the brilliant light. He blinked as his eyes adjusted, sweeping over the resting form of Giselle curled up on his chest, with Asher on the other side of her. He had one strong arm draped over her side, his face to her back. Giselle looked so peaceful, Blaze didn’t want to wake her. But when he noticed the digital time flashing on the bedside alarm clock, his heart thumped hard.
“Shit,” he mumbled, and immediately leaned over to kiss the top of Giselle’s head. He gave her a gentle shake. “Wake up, princess. We’re going to be late for that Hot House meeting.”
“Mmmmmph,” she groaned in response, not moving.
Asher sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Damn it, I must have forgotten to set that alarm.”
“To be fair, we were pretty busy last night,” said Blaze. “But we need to get moving.”
He and Asher extricated themselves from a very clingy and sleepy Giselle, who sprawled out on the bed like a starfish as she stretched. The guys hastily got dressed while the beautiful little songstress gradually dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She showered and came back out fully nude, drying her hair with a towel as water dripped down her body.
Her tempting naked form made both men stop in their tracks. Blaze felt that familiar possessiveness flicker up inside of him. His every instinct compelled him to take her in his arms and ravish her until they were both satisfied. But not now. They had work to do. He stood back and controlled himself while Giselle put on a simple black dress and her favorite big black boots.
“We need to leave now if we’re going to make it,” Asher urged them, checking his watch.
“Not before I put on mascara. I look undead,” Giselle quipped.
“It’ll take us a while in the morning commute traffic,” he countered. “Remember what Bruce said about this meeting?”
“It’s urgent, yeah, I know,” she sighed. “Probably wants to scold me for the Sunfair.”
“That wasn’t your fault. We’ll defend you if he tries it,” Blaze said fiercely.
Giselle smiled sweetly at him. “Good to know I have you guys on my side.”
“It’s starting in fifteen minutes,” Asher reminded them. “There’s no way I can make it to Hollywood that fast in the Cadillac. At least one or two of us need to be there on time. Blaze, you take Giselle on the motorcycle. You’ll get there faster than I will.”
“But what about you?” Giselle pressed him, worried.
Asher kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right behind you. I promise.” Then he nodded at Blaze and added, “Go on. Drive fast, but be careful.”
“You got it,” Blaze assured him, already plopping the helmet on Giselle’s head.
He grabbed her hand, and they went rushing out into the June sunshine. He swung her onto the back of the motorcycle. He slid into the seat in front of her and revved the engine. Giselle slipped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek into his back.
He had to focus on the road, on weaving between cars and maximizing efficiency to get across town in a hurry. But his body still thrummed with the combined vibration of the Harley and Giselle’s heart beating at his back. Knowing that this stunning, talented, amazing young woman trusted him enough to get her to the meeting safely on time made him feel strong. He never knew how satisfying it was to be needed like this. It gave him immense pleasure to provide for her, to protect her, to possess her. The motorcycle zipped in and out of traffic, deftly dodging near-red lights and congestion to finally make it across town to the Hot House building. Blaze parked the bike a block down, scooped Giselle off the seat, and the pair of them went running to the entrance. On the way, Giselle whipped out her phone.
“Oh god, Bruce already texted me asking where we are,” she panted.
“Almost there,” Blaze assured her. “We’re gonna make it!”
They burst through the nondescript entry, darted across the lobby, and down to the main conference room, same as before. Without even waiting to catch their breath, they flung open the door and stumbled into the room. To their surprise, it wasn’t just Bruce sitting there waiting for them. There were two women, as well. One of them had dark hair pulled into a tight bun and wore a casual business suit. The other had platinum-blonde and pink hair and was dressed in a pastel purple top and a banana-yellow maxi skirt.
“Jade?” Giselle piped up confusedly.
The girl with pink hair gave her a sheepish smile and a wave. “Hi, Giselle.”
“What is going on? I thought we were going to talk about the album,” said Giselle.
“We have some other things to discuss,” said Bruce. “Where is Mr. Tate?”
Jade’s eyes went wide. “Asher’s coming?” she gulped.
