“Why not let the guys hang out with the twins, and go for a ride with me on the bike instead?”
“We’ve been over this.” I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Does it really matter which it is?”
Gale narrowed his eyes and peered down the length of his nose at me. All he lacked to complete the scholarly look was the half-moon glasses he wore onstage, reportedly because the bright lights gave him a headache.
“It’s both. Can’t and won’t.” I stamped my hands on my hips, just in case my Gale-dazzled mind had any other ideas where to put them. “I’m going to knock out some fucks tonight.”
“Both those guys in one go?” His narrowed eyes widened.
“And the twins. Four rock stars at one time.” The exec mentioned wanting to up the heat factor on my season. I could certainly do that.
“Don’t do something just to shock people. It’s gratuitous.”
“Just shallow sexual pleasure for entertainment. That’s what the Rock Fuck Club is about.”
“I’m not so sure. I think there’s a lot more to it. Raven and Marsha—”
“They had a lofty agenda,” I said. “I have a narrower one. And right now, I really need to get to it.”
I’d texted the film crew my plans from the Anthem bus, but I hadn’t given my potential foursome all the details.
“Fucking, not lovemaking?”
“Yes, for sure.”
“Did it even cross your mind to extend an invitation to me?”
“We’re friends, not fuck buddies.”
“And you don’t think there’s a chance for us to be both?”
“You don’t really want that.”
The truth was, I didn’t want that. Not with Gale. I wanted so much more than I could ever have with him.
“You know I’m on the show,” I said. “We agreed to be friends. Can’t we stay friends, just friends, no sexual benefits?”
Gale didn’t answer, and I curled my fingers tightly into my palms. His gaze drifted over my features slowly, like he was deciding something, or maybe getting ready to put an end to any and all contact between us. That would be the wise thing to do. Only I couldn’t summon the strength to do it.
“We can,” he said.
“Okay.” I expelled the breath I’d been holding. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“How about later?”
“Later, like after I—”
“After your orgy.” His gaze hardened. “Yeah.”
“I’m not so sure that would be a good idea.”
“You’ll be up. I’ll be up. Neither of us sleeps. What’s the big deal?”
“I just don’t think it’s necessary. What more is there to say?”
“Your reason for being on the RFC and the motivation behind everything in your life is to make your brother’s dream a reality, right?”
Fucking hell. He doesn’t miss a single thing when it comes to me.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Seeing your band’s performance and hearing you practice today with Noah gave me an idea that might help you. I suggest you make talking to me later tonight a priority.”
“HOW’D YOUR LESSON GO with Noah?” Lark asked as I tossed my keycard on the dresser in the hotel room.
“It went.”
I turned and scanned the space, finding the usual double beds. Lark was on one of them. There was also a nightstand, and a club chair in the far corner next to a window-mounted air-conditioning unit. The walls were boring beige, but everything else was the typical bright colors of the hotel chain.
“Not a ringing endorsement.”
I shook my head. “Where’s everyone else?”
“Linnet and Jagger are in the adjoining room, supposedly talking.” She used air quotes. “Nicholas took off to meet a guy about getting some weed.”
“And Dolly?”
“She, um, she went to get something to eat.”
“Alone?” My eyes narrowed.
The hotel sat alone along Interstate 40. As far as I could tell, the closest grouping of restaurants was several exits away.
“Well, not really alone.”
“Who’s she with, Lark? Spit it out.”
“Tyler.”
“Why the hell is she with him?”
A knock on the outer door to the room sounded, and I sighed. “That’s probably the film crew.”
“You really thinking about doing a scene with us?”
“Yeah. Why the fuck not?”
I let that question hang as I answered the door. As expected, it was the crew.
“Where do you want us to set up?” Ignacio asked. Stepping inside the room, he lifted a finger to acknowledge Lark’s smile and wave.
“The other room, I guess.” I moved to the connecting door and rapped on it before pushing it open.
Linnet and Jagger were on the bed, definitely not talking. When they jumped apart, Lark pulled down her shirt. Jagger wasn’t wearing one.
“Party time already?” he asked.
His grin faded as Ignacio entered the room with his video camera. The director scanned the space in one glance and barked orders to Les and Ernie. Carla moved next to me.
“What’s up?” Jagger asked, his black brows slanting low over his green eyes.
“Want to be on the Rock Fuck Club? You, Nicholas, Lark, Linnet, and me?”
“All four of us?”
“Five.” I pointed to myself.
“How the hell’s that going to work?”
My shoulders relaxed a little. It was promising that he didn’t say no.
“The usual way. Creativity. Imagination.”
“Taking turns, you mean.”
“Choreography,” Linnet said, and Jagger gave her an inquiring look.
She crooked her finger, and he leaned closer. His black hair slid forward, tangling in his long black lashes as she whispered something into his ear. His lips curving, he glanced over at me. I felt a tingle as his gaze slowly traveled the length of me.
“I can do that,” Jagger said.
One guy down, probably literally, soon. Another one to go.
“I don’t really want drug use filmed. What’s Nicholas’s number?” I withdrew my cell. Typing in the code to open it, I hit the phone icon and then the keypad display.
The door to the room suddenly swept open. “Yo, dudes, I . . .” Nicholas halted in the doorway. Noticing the film crew, he stopped short of coming all the way in. “What’s going on?”
“We’re having a party,” Lark said, her eyes as bright as a new copper penny.
“A fuck party,” I added. “No drugs. No alcohol. Just you, me, your buddy, and the twins. You in?”
“Hell yeah.” Nicholas reached back between his shoulder blades and pulled off his shirt. His dark blond hair settling back around his handsome face, he grinned. “Who wants my cock first?”
I smiled. Gotta love rock ’n’ roll guys.
“As soon as we get the lights set up and all the players here and ready, we can begin.” Ignacio gave me a thumbs-up from his position in the far corner of the room.
“I’ll get Lark.” I turned.
“I’ll come with you,” Carla said, and I gave her a curious glance. “The twins got the Middleton magic this morning. You slept too late. I missed you.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t opposed to being glammed up.
But did I have reservations about the whole thing? Sure.
Gratuitous? Fucks two through five were going to be all that for me. I loved my bandmates. I liked Jagger, and Nicholas was cool too, but I didn’t share any chemistry with any of them beyond the twinge when Jagger had given me the sexy once-over.
This was going to require acting, but I was pretty certain I could pull that off. I’d pretended before with much higher stakes in the balance.
Lark popped up in the bed when Carla and I entered the room. “Is it time?” She tossed her cell, which was open to her text log before the
display dimmed, aside on the comforter.
“It’s time,” I said. “All the players are present. You’ll need to sign a disclosure. While you do that, Carla’s going to do my makeup.”
“Seems like things are moving fast,” Lark said, scooting to the edge of the bed.
“Okay if I set my makeup kit down here?” Carla gestured to the desk, then the chair tucked underneath it after I nodded. “You here.” She rolled out her kit, and I moved to take a seat where she indicated.
Already across the room, Lark paused in the connecting doorway. “You nervous?” she asked me.
I swiveled in the chair, glancing at her sharply. “Do I look nervous?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Have you ever done multiples?”
“No.” I shook my head, trying not to worry about what we said in front of Carla.
Marsha had said to trust the crew, and I trusted Marsha. Gale and his warning about everyone having an agenda came to mind. But I didn’t feel like I had a lot of choice in this situation. I could only hope that my trust wasn’t misplaced.
“Want some advice?” Lark asked.
“Sure.”
“Be yourself but follow our lead. The guys will take their cues from us. It might actually be more fun than you think.”
“Okay.” I closed my lips as Carla hovered the end of a chubby pencil close to them.
“See you in a minute.” Tossing a spiraled lock of crimson hair over her shoulder, Lark winked at me before she disappeared inside the other room.
Settling back into my chair, I gripped the armrests tightly while Carla worked on me.
“Done,” she announced proudly only a few moments later. After tossing in the tube of high-end mascara she’d just used on me, she clicked the lid on her makeup kit closed.
“Thanks.” I stood, my legs a little wobbly.
“Your friends are cool.” She squeezed my arm.
“They are.” I nodded, definitely agreeing.
“You’ll be all right.” She smiled at me but remained by the desk. Apparently, she wasn’t coming along.
“I hope so,” I said, then took a deep breath before entering the other room.
Music hit my ears, “Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones, one of my favorite bands. The twins must have selected the song.
It was a thoughtful gesture. Hearing the familiar music and knowing I would be with people who cared about me eased most of my apprehension even before Lark appeared, wearing only a lacy demi bra and matching thong.
“Go with the flow,” she said, taking my hand and leading me through the doorway into the other room and a whole other reality.
“Welcome, Jo.” In lingerie that matched her twin, Linnet took my other hand, squeezed, and released it. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks.” I started to glance to the corner where I knew Ignacio and the rest of the crew were, but Lark put her hands on my cheeks and gently turned my head.
“Eyes on me,” she said softly, then kissed me. Her lips were plush, glossy, and tasted of strawberries.
Shocked, I blinked at her.
Lark smiled. “Linnet and I are going to undress you, and the guys are going to watch. Okay?”
“Sure.” I liked the music and appreciated that she shared in advance what the plan was. It went a long way toward helping me relax.
“Excellent.”
Lark moved closer, and Linnet stepped back to give her sister room.
In front of me, Lark reached for the hem of my cropped top. “It’s going to happen as it happens. We just want you to know some things first.”
“What things?” I asked while staring into her pretty eyes.
“For us, for me and Lin, it’s not about being into each other.”
“We’re sisters. Duh.” Linnet made a face.
“But a long time ago, we discovered that guys really get into the girl-on-girl thing. Double the visual, you know?”
“We usually undress back-to-back, taking our cues—”
“Getting turned on,” Linnet said, continuing her sister’s thought.
“By the way the guys get turned on by us,” Lark concluded.
“You know what we mean?” they asked in unison.
“I think so,” I said.
“It would be better if we just show you.”
Lark dipped her thumb under my tee, the pad of it sweeping across the lower swell of my right breast. As my nipple on that side tightened, I drew in a sharp breath.
She stepped back, and her grip on the shirt remained, but she gestured to Nicholas and Jagger with her other hand. I noticed that Nicholas was on the left bed. Jagger was on the right. Both were sitting up and leaning against the headboards. Wearing only boxers, they were paying rapt attention to us.
“Wow.” I felt the heat of their interest.
“Ready for more?” Linnet asked, moving in front of me.
I nodded.
“Good girl.” She gripped my tee with both hands and swept both her thumbs under my shirt across the bottom half of my tits.
“That feels good.” My voice came out husky, and I licked my dry lips as both my nipples drew tight and heat traveled to my clit. “Take my top off, both of you, but stand to the side. I want to see the guys watching.”
Lark’s brows rose. “You have a little exhibitionist in you, Jo.”
“Thought she might,” Linnet said.
“You show off when you’re playing your drums onstage.” Lark smiled. “You’re pretty when you do. And pretty now too, showing how sexy you are for the guys.”
Lark stepped aside. She and her sister grabbed my shirt and whipped it over my head.
As my hair settled around my shoulders, I noticed the guys were staring at us, pumping their rods in their hands.
“Fuck,” I said. “Super hot.”
“They like this game. And they like you. Don’t you, guys?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Their deep voices increased the awareness in me, making me hotter still.
“My turn,” Lark said as she framed my face.
Sweeping her talented thumbs across my lips, she urged them to part. The pads of her thumbs were rough against my mouth, but her caress was gentle. She pressed her mouth to mine at the same time that silk swished against my right tit, and then a wet lick.
Lark’s tongue swept inside my mouth. She swallowed my moan at the same time that her sister sucked hard on the taut nub of my nipple. I tasted strawberry gloss, and instant need vibrated my body.
No longer content to be passive, I lifted my hands and buried them in Lark’s silken hair. She cradled my skull, kissing me wet and deep while Linnet licked and sucked, alternating between one tit and the other.
The music played. The guys’ heavy breathing and dark, turned-on musk filled the air, along with plenty of sweet bursts of feminine pleasure. My legs trembled inside my jeans.
“I kiss good, right?” Lark lifted her head to look at me.
Nodding, I licked my lips.
“How about me?” Linnet asked.
“You’re a goddess.” My voice was husky. I could barely form the words to express my appreciation as the cooler room air hit my wet nipples, drawing them tighter.
Lark took one of my hands and Linnet took the other. They threaded their fingers with mine. Then they lifted my arms, extending them out on each side.
“You okay if the guys come help get the rest of your clothes off?” Lark asked.
“Yes,” I said and watched both men immediately scramble off the bed.
Boxers left behind, both were gloriously nude, their cocks fully erect as they stalked toward me. Warmth shimmered over my body. Being the focus of two virile guys made me feel powerful, even though my bandmates held my hands.
Nicholas reached for the buckle on my belt, and Jagger went straight for my mouth. His hand dove into my hair. His firm masculine lips were so different from Lark’s plush ones.
He kissed me hard. The whiskers on his skin scraped me, and his wet
tongue plunged into my mouth. I moaned when he rubbed the tip of it against mine. My eyes fluttering closed, I felt Nicholas lower my zipper while Jagger kissed me. Denim loosened around my hips.
“You’re so sexy.” Nicholas ripped my jeans down the length of my trembling legs. “So sexy and so wet.”
My panties followed my jeans.
“Step out,” he ordered urgently, tapping one of my thighs to help focus me.
My clit and nipples throbbing, I lifted one foot for Nicholas and then the other. Nude now, no impediments remained for the men or me having what we wanted. I was glad I’d already removed my boots and socks while in the other room.
One man kissing me and another undressing me made my need relentless. Their attention drew every fiber of my body tight like an overwound guitar string.
“Yes.” I breathed hotly against Jagger’s hard lips as he repositioned his head, fastened his lips to mine from his new angle, and kissed me deeply.
“Fuck, she’s pretty,” Nicholas said. “Take a look at her, Jag.”
Swiping his wet tongue deep, Jagger broke the seal between our lips.
I opened my eyes and heaved for air as both men stared at me.
“I wanna taste her.”
Nicholas dropped to his knees in front of my completely naked body. His heavy breaths parted the finely trimmed hair covering my pussy. Wet anticipation rushed to dampen the pounding heat inside my core.
“Ahem! She’s pretty, but we’re still here,” Lark said. “Get my sister and me undressed first.”
The twins released me. Tremors of need rolling through me, I watched both men undress them. The girls were beautiful nude—their breasts full, hips flared, pussies shaved smooth.
“You’re with me, Jo,” Lark said as she took my hand.
Linnet took Jagger’s hand, and they moved to one bed. Lark, Nicholas, and I went to the other.
I thought for a moment about the complicated logistics for the camera as we separated into two groups, but only for a moment. There were much more interesting logistics for the three of us to work out.
“I’m taking his cock,” Lark told me as Nicholas lay on his back in the bed. His member jutted from a forest of dark blond hair, pointing straight to the ceiling.
“All right.” Standing beside her, I was mesmerized, watching her roll a condom on Nicholas’s large cock. She straddled his hips and reached for him to align.
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