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“No?”Itcomes out on a breath. “Why’sthat?”
“BecauseIknow how muchIneed to see you,” he says, the hint of a rasp in his voice sending a little shiver rippling down my spine. “HowmuchIneed to touch you again.AndI’mpretty sure you need that too.”
He’sso right, even thoughIwon’t admit it to his face. “IguessI’llsee you soon, then.”
Tenminutes later,I’mstaring out the car window, watching the buildings we pass, doing my best to appear calm, while inside, excitement and nerves are bubbling up.ThoughhowIcan possibly be so nervous about seeing a manI’vebeen friends with for years,Idon’t know.
Imust admit,I’msurprised when the car pulls into a narrow alley and stops outside the back entrance to a row of shops.Thedriver comes around to help me out, then points me toward a door covered in chipped blue paint and flanked by empty cardboard boxes.Idon’t have to wait long afterIrap on it for it to open and reveal one incredibly sexy rock star.
Mymouth dries at the sight of him.Howdoes he still affect me like this whenI’veknown him so long?Theway his wide shoulders fill the doorway and his intense blue eyes drift down over me makes me want to wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest.WhoamIkidding?Iwant to wrap all of me around him.
Iglance over my shoulder as the car drives off, then step into a storage room lined with more boxes and various precariously placed instruments.BeforeIcan take it all in, though, the door shuts behind me, andDevon’slips are on mine.Iwhimper as he presses me back against the wall, one hand burying itself in my hair, the other pulling at the neckline of my tank top and slipping under my bra.Thecalluses on his fingers, from years of playing the guitar, rasp over the hard peak of my nipple, making me shudder.
“IfMickwasn’t going to walk out here in about one minute,I’dhave you naked up against this wall and coming on my cock right now.”
“Devon,”Ihalf whisper, half moan.
Hekisses a path from my mouth to my ear. “Weshould have been doing this for years,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin at the hinge of my jaw.
Thesound of a throat clearing echoes through the room, stopping me from responding.Devonreluctantly pulls his hand out of my hair and my top.Hetakes his time, his eyes locked with mine as he strokes his thumb over my cheek.
“Ican come back in a minute,” says a husky, amused voice.
Ipush a little againstDevon’schest, and he backs off enough for me to slip past him, glancing down to make sure my top is back in place.
Thegrizzled man standing across the room from us is wearing a smirk, a ratty lookingMegaDeathT-shirt, and faded jeans.
“Shae, this isMick.Mick, this isShae,”Devonsays.Thewarmth in his voice tells me this man is more than a casual friend.
Mickcomes forward with his hand stretched out and a twinkle in his faded blue eyes.Hispalm is calloused, and his grip is firm.
“It’snice to meet you finally.I’veheard a lot about you,” he says.
Ishoot a look atDevon, wondering exactly what he’s been saying about me, but he just gives me a lazy smile, his lips curling up, eyes sparking with somethingIcan’t quite figure out.
“Nothingtoo scandalous,Ihope,”Isay toMick.
Hechuckles. “Nope.Devon’sbeen talking about his best friend since he started hanging out here.Theprettier one.”Hegives me a wink. “Coffee?” he asks. “It’shome brewed.Nothingspecial about it apart from it’s got caffeine in it.”
Devonraises his brows at me.
“Yes, please.Caffeineis always welcome.”
Devonasks for one as well, andMickmake his way to a small counter that houses a coffee machine and a microwave.
Devonguides me to the small table and chairs crammed into the corner between boxes of what look like guitar picks and drumsticks and pulls out a seat for me.Ican’t help but smile at his chivalry.Notexactly rock star standard behavior.ButthenDevon’snever been your typical rock star.Beaueither.
Maybebecause of how they were raised.Beau’smom,Karen, is one of the nicest womenI’veever met.Thatkindness was demonstrated perfectly when she took an angry teenageDevonin without a second’s hesitation after she found out his mom wasn’t coming back for him.Notthat anyone could blame him for being disgruntled.Butit couldn’t have been easy raising two headstrong teenage boys all on her own.
Andshe’d been almost a mother to me too.Somuch so that afterBeau’sdad walked out on the family whenBeauwas eleven,Idaydreamed she and my dad would fall in love and get married.Itdidn’t happen, but it was nice to have a female presence in my life.And, of course, she was the one responsible for instilling so much common sense and heart into her boys.
Devonsits next to me at the table, close enough that his thigh presses against mine asMickbrings over two chipped mugs and places them in front of us before going back for his own.
Ilean towardDevon. “Howoften do you come here?”
“Oncea week or so whenI’min town.”
“Thethings you find out about people,”Imurmur.
