Slow Ride: Powertools: Hot Rides, Book #2

by Jayne Rylon

  Her phone buzzed again, startling her from her chaotic thoughts. She stabbed the icon to connect the call, then said, “Did you break a leg?”

  Kason laughed. “Fortunately not. I have fallen off the stage once or twice but…uh…that’s a story for another time. Or you could just look it up on the internet if you want to read about my fuck ups before we go any further.”

  Huh. Wren wanted to ask him more about that and why he’d hesitated, only…not now. Especially not when she had to disclose some sordid shit of her own. “I’ll wait until you feel comfortable enough to tell me about it yourself, thanks.”

  He chuckled then said, “I’ve never met a woman like you before.”

  “I’m weird. I know.” In fact, she’d been told she was unusual so often in her life it might have bothered her except… “The worst thing someone could ever call me is ordinary. Normal. I’m not and I’m mostly okay with that now, though I wasn’t always.”

  “I respect that, and I’m sort of jealous.” He sighed. “When you’re in the public eye, you have to live up to other people’s expectations of what you should be, even if that’s not who you really are. It’s my least favorite thing about my career.”

  “I know it’s not the same exactly, but I went through that crap with my parents.”

  “They didn’t dream of a beautiful rebel for a daughter? No offense, but I think they might not be the smartest people around. If I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like you—able to take care of herself and passionate about the things that are important in her life.”

  Wren wasn’t sure if it was the stuff he was saying or the way the rasp in his voice lent it more conviction, but she half fell in love with him right then. “Damn, Kason. You sound so good. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

  He outright laughed, lifting her spirits too.

  She hadn’t meant to flirt before getting the hard stuff out of the way, it just came naturally with him. And now she didn’t know how to bridge the gap from the warm, affectionate place they were at to the difficult discussion he didn’t even know they had to have.

  Fortunately, he was empathetic and kind. Sensitive. And he gave her the perfect opening.

  “So, how’d your day go?” he asked, completely changing the topic. Sadly, not to one that was any less treacherous for either of them.

  “Unexpectedly.” Wren tapped her fingers on the phone furiously. She might have ruined her chances with Kason before they’d even gotten started.

  “How so?”

  “Well, first we got to text this morning and you weren’t put off by my…complications.” She took a deep breath and then laid it out honestly and directly. “Then Jordan came by to apologize. And he did a really good job of it.”

  “You forgave him for more than just last night?” Kason understood immediately.

  “Yeah. And we fooled around some. Kissing and…stuff. Not sex sex, but we both enjoyed ourselves. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not exactly. I understand if you change your mind about getting to know me better because of it. I’ll be disappointed but I’d get it.”

  Kason blew out a ragged breath. Was he pissed?

  Wren could hardly breathe as she anticipated his reaction.

  “Hey, don’t stress, okay? You’ve known the guy for more than five years and had a meaningful relationship with him. I’m just some schmuck you’ve talked to a few times and kissed once. Do what you think is right, Wren. I won’t hold it against you. If things work out between us and we get more serious we can draw some boundaries then, but we certainly didn’t have any this morning.”

  Could Kason be any more perfect, really?

  She was quick to reassure him. “It was a one-time thing, I swear. He made it clear he’s not planning on coming back again. And even if he did, I think I gained some closure today. Without Johnny, we don’t work right. Neither of us are gentle or especially tactful. I think we needed Johnny’s emotional glue. He understood us both and sort of…interpreted. He helped each of us understand what the other needed and how to coexist peacefully.”

  “That makes a lot of sense, actually.” Kason sounded interested instead of offended. Her hopes rose as he paid attention to what she was trying to explain about herself. “Tell me more. What happened exactly?”

  “Are you asking because you’re wondering what lines we crossed?” Wren double-checked.

  “Uh, no. I’m asking because I want to picture it. Or is that too perverted for you?” Kason seemed genuinely worried that she might judge him after he’d been extremely compassionate. What kind of friends did he have if that was his reflex reaction?

  Who was making him feel like he wasn’t enough?

  Not her, that was for damn sure.

  “Not at all. If you really want to know, it was hot and desperate. I think it shocked him as much as me. But that’s how it’s always been between us. If you don’t already think I’m a slut for what I’ve told you—”

  “Don’t say shit like that, Wren. I think you follow your heart. Who needs to think a long time about something when it feels right?”

  “Yes, exactly. The day I met Johnny and Jordan it wasn’t right. It was perfect. I knew immediately. Within a few hours, we were making out. I ended up spending the entire weekend at their place on Lake Logan. We fucked and laughed and skinny-dipped and drank beers on a blanket under the moon. It was magical. We were never apart again, until…”

  “Damn, Wren. I’m sorry,” Kason whispered as if it upset him as much as her.

  “Anyway…” She took a deep breath. “The night Jordan came to tell me about Johnny, we slept together. This was the first time I’ve been alone with him since. It just happens. I mean, it has. But I’ll be sure it doesn’t anymore if you decide you want more from me than to talk on the phone. Not that I think he and I will be spending any time together. Or that I’m assuming you’re interested in dating me. Or…damn, I’m making this worse, right?”

  “Calm down, Wren.” He laughed quietly. “I’m not worried about your history or what went down between you and Jordan. I can’t begin to understand what the two of you share. You told me about it right away. That’s all I’m asking. If something happens, let me know. I don’t own you. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m not even your boyfriend. I’m just some guy who’d like to be more to you than I am today, who lives an unstable life and can only offer you phone calls and lonely nights in between visits. I wouldn’t take me seriously either if I were you.”

  There it was again. That vein of insecurity. She wanted to punch whoever had made Kason think of himself as unworthy. If nothing else came of their acquaintance, Wren would settle for helping him see himself like she did. “I hate to break it to you, but I think you’re being as dense as you said my parents were. You’re an incredible guy. I’m so glad you came into Hot Rides that day. Thank you for being so patient with me while I figure things out.”

  “What if I call back every night so we can keep learning about each other and see if you might like me to become more than some singer you ran into a few times?”

  “It’s not you I’m unsure of, Kason. It’s myself.” Wren could only think of one way to make him understand completely and that was to give him exactly what he’d asked for. “Do you still want to hear details about what Jordan and I did today and how it made me feel?”

  “Yes.” He practically panted the response. “Would you be offended if my hands end up wandering while you tell me about it?”

  She liked that he’d asked even though he already told her he got off on imagining her having sex, even if it was with another guy. It was the least she could do to let some of her pleasure rub off on him. Literally.

  “No, I’d like that. I want to hear what it does to you when I tell you about how I am. If it turns you on, I think it’ll make me feel less guilty.”

  “I already told you that’s not necessary.” His response was somewhat muffled.

  “What are you doing now?” she asked.

  “Gettin
g undressed.”

  Wren had to swallow a whimper. She could imagine his toned and muscular, though not bulky, body. His performances had given him an incredible physique. It was highlighted by bright tattoos she wished she could trace with her tongue. “Mind if I do that too?”

  “Not at all.” He groaned.

  Wren turned out the lights so she wouldn’t give her neighbors an unintentional show. She climbed up the bookcase-ladder, then whipped her shirt over her head and wriggled out of her jeggings. When she settled into the comfy mattress and pulled the covers over herself, she hummed.

  “Are you a pajamas kind of girl?” Kason asked.

  “Nah. I love the way the sheets feel, cool and soft, on my skin at night.”

  “Me too,” he admitted. “Plus I like having easy access in case I wake up in the middle of the night and decide to help myself get back to sleep.”

  “By making love to whatever woman is sharing your bed?” Wren snuffed out a flicker of jealousy. She had no right to that emotion, especially not when he was being so open-minded about her and Jordan.

  “That’s not a thing.” Kason explained, “Most of the time I’m here on the tour bus. We all agreed early on it’s best if we keep things simple. No sex on the bus. I guess I just carried that over to when I’m at my house in between tours or when we’re recording. I live up on a mountain with a couple hundred acres of woods all around. There’s nobody but me and my music.”

  “That sounds lonely.”

  “It can be. So help me forget about it by telling me what happened today.”

  Wren grinned. “You’re not joking, are you? You’re really into this.”

  “Do you want me to send a dick pic so you can have proof of how much?”

  “No,” she replied instinctively. Before amending her response. “Actually, yes, I do. I’m just embarrassed to admit it.”

  “Hang on.” He disappeared for a moment, a rustling in the background taking the place of his seductive voice.

  Then her phone buzzed against her ear, startling her. She looked at the screen and… “Oh. My.”

  Kason laughed. “Thanks, I think.”

  Not to be outdone, Wren composed a decently flattering picture of herself from her collarbones to her navel and fired it off to him before she could think better of it.

  “Damn, Wren. I wasn’t expecting you to do that. But I love that you did. I wish I was there to suck on your hard nipples. Is that what Jordan did?”

  Jordan was the furthest thing from Wren’s mind right then. Okay, not really, he was always there though he was far, far away at the moment. She hesitated. “Uh…”

  “Because I’m stroking myself now, Wren, imagining how damn beautiful you’d look if he was doing that to you.”

  She moaned. “Sorry to disappoint you. We didn’t even take our clothes off. I’ve gone further with you tonight than I did with him earlier.”

  Kason groaned at that. She could hear the slick glide of his palm over his flesh if she strained.

  So she gave him what he’d asked for. “He brought me flowers. And told me he was sorry for screwing things up between you and me last night. For interrupting us…”

  “Not going to lie. I wish he hadn’t done that.” Kason’s voice was hoarse now. “I would have taken you to my dressing room and laid you back on the couch so I could have kissed my way up your legs until I ended up somewhere even more fun than your mouth.”

  Son of a bitch!

  Wren put Kason on speakerphone, dropped the cell to her pillow, then put her hand over her mound, wishing she’d gotten to feel his talented tongue there. Her other hand flew to her chest, kneading her breasts and squeezing her nipples like he’d said he would like to do.

  “I would have let you.” She moaned softly as she began to finger herself, paying special attention to her clit. “It’s been so long. Something about you calls to me. You’re the first guy I’ve wanted in forever. Except Jordan.”

  “Tell me more. Hurry, Wren. I’m not going to last. I don’t usually have dry spells, but I’ve never been with someone who affected me like you do. You’re driving me out of my mind. I want you so bad.” He got her with that one.

  Jordan had always had the power to walk away from her when she wouldn’t have been able to do the same. To hear that Kason would like to come closer, not leave, well…that was heady shit.

  “He looked so lost. Something he said about wanting things he couldn’t have, about your song ‘Secret Love’ and how hearing it live—seeing you perform it—touched him. It was genuine and sad and…I couldn’t not comfort him.”

  Kason was breathing hard now. “That’s…good, Wren. Keep going.”

  She sped up the motions of her hands as she retold the rest, remembering how incredible it had felt. And how much better it was now to share it with Kason. “We made out and before I knew it, his hands were on my ass. He picked me up and took me to the couch.”

  A grunt came from the other end of the phone. “I bet you looked amazing. On fire.”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t stop to think about it. I just needed to feel his skin. I put my hands under his shirt and touched him everywhere I could reach. I think I might have gotten carried away and maybe scratched him once or twice.”

  “Damn. I bet that felt so good. Your nails digging in and holding him tight to you.” Kason cursed. “I’m getting close, Wren.”

  “Me too.” She moaned. “That’s how it was with Jordan too. No finesse. No drawing things out. We ground together. I could feel his hard cock rubbing over my pussy as we kissed.”

  “Fuck. Yes. I love it when you talk dirty. If I had been there, I wouldn’t have let you two get away with that. I would have stripped you down and made you go slow. To enjoy what you can do to each other fully.”

  Where the hell had that come from? Wren wasn’t sure, but it made her arch and tense. Fantasizing about being with them both at the same time was going to make story time come to an abrupt end if she wasn’t careful.

  “It was enough, combined with the weight of him on me and then watching him come when it got to be too much. As he lost it and shot in his pants, he bit my shoulder.” Wren could hardly talk, hardly breathe now, and she knew she was going to climax again at the memory.

  “Yes. I could see the mark he left. He claimed you.” Kason groaned. “That’s so fucking hot. Damn. I want to be someone’s like that.”

  Wren was shocked that was the thing that tipped Kason over the edge into orgasm. He shouted her name and groaned, long and hard.

  She imagined his hand flying over his long, thick cock as he made a mess of his washboard abs. It was enough to have her joining him.

  Wren moaned and slid her fingers deep as her muscles hugged them tight. “Kason! Kason! I wish you were here.”

  “Me too, Wren.” He was still breathing hard when he said quietly, “I’m tired of sleeping alone.”

  “So am I,” she whispered as her body kept quivering, clenching once more at the thought of curling up next to Kason.

  They took a minute or two to catch their breath. Each content to bask in the afterglow of whatever the hell that was they’d done together.

  “Damn. That was intense,” he huffed.

  “My run-in with Jordan or…you know…this?”

  “Both.” He groaned. “Damn, Wren. I didn’t think I could come that hard only from talking to someone on the phone.”

  “Me either, but I liked it.”

  “Same here, and I bet it was even better in person. I’m envious. I’ve never had that kind of connection with someone else. I admire your devotion and how you gave yourself to those guys without reservation. That was brave. It makes me think more of you, not less, that you haven’t been able to get past the kind of love you once had.”

  “I’m over it.”

  She could hear his wry smile in the puff of exhalation he made. “Don’t start lying now, Wren. If you can be honest with me, you should give yourself the same courtesy.”

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sp; She groaned, except this time not in pleasure.

  “Have you been with anyone else since Jordan and Johnny?” he asked, though they both already knew the answer. “Even something simple like a date?”

  “Not until I dressed up, came to the concert, and kissed you.”

  “Thank you for letting me in. I’ll treasure that memory even more now.” Kason tried to stifle a yawn. “I’m hoping to do that some more, too, you know. Maybe when I see you at the Hot Rods party.”

  “About that…” Wren winced.

  “Let me guess, Jordan will be there?” He chuckled.

  “Yeah. Sorry. He’s friends with my boss, Quinn. Jordan helped them out earlier this year when his husband’s wife was maliciously threatened with deportation. It’s a long story, but Jordan really did come through for them. I think it meant something to Jordan to save them when he couldn’t save us, you know?”

  “Hold up.” Kason seemed to rouse a bit. “Is my brain still stuck in perv mode or did you say…?”

  “Oh. Yep.” Wren grinned. “Quinn, Trevon, and Devra are a threesome too. Maybe tomorrow night I’ll tell you about the Hot Rides. If you think we’re fancy with our ménages over here, you haven’t heard anything yet.”

  “You’re serious? You’re not the only one sharing two guys?”

  “The Hot Rods would be the first to brag that they do a lot more than that. They’re into group stuff. Quinn, Trevon, and Devra aren’t as far as I know. But they’re more equal than me, Jordan, and Johnny were.”

  “You mean the guys—”

  “Yeah. Quinn and Trevon are lovers. Honestly, they’re soul mates. They were meant to be together with Devra.”

  “Wow. Okay. I’m definitely going to need you to fill me in. You’re opening my eyes to a lot of possibilities.”

  “Are they ones you’re interested in for the sake of curiosity or because they appeal to you for yourself?” she wondered.