by HELEN HARDT
Chandler said nothing.
“If you don’t come to your senses, I swear I’ll come and drag you by the hair if I have to. You’re not going to let her down, Chandler. Especially if you feel something for her. Grab the brass ring, bud. Don’t let her go.” He walked away.
Chandler buried his face in his hands. Envy. Jane had said she envied him. Why shouldn’t she? He’d had it all—the money, the education—but where had it gotten him? Here. It had gotten him here. Sitting on a wooden bench feeling sorry for himself.
Truth be told, he envied Jane. Her break was coming. He was sure of it. Lisa Taylor would sign Jane Rock and the Stones. She’d be a fool not to. Jane not only had the voice of an angel, she had charisma, she had intelligence, she had drive. Not to mention a rockin’ body and the most incredible pussy he’d ever had the pleasure to taste.
She had it all, including him. Fuck, yes. Him. He wanted to see her again, but she’d never agree. He’d made sure of that.
Damn it! He had nothing.
He wiped his brow, rubbed his eyes. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do.
Chapter Five
He’d better not let me down!
Jane glanced at her watch. Chandler hadn’t made any promises. He could easily not show. He’d already missed warm up. Lenny had offered to do what he could one-handed. She’d take him up on it if she had to.
Damn you, Chandler!
“Hi, Jane.”
Not Chandler’s voice, but familiar. Jane turned to see Ryan standing in the door of her small dressing room. She hadn’t realized she’d left it open. “Ryan. Where is he?”
“He’s coming. I swear I’ll see that he doesn’t let you down.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“I can always find him. I’ll personally deliver him to you if he doesn’t show up. But have some faith, Jane. He’s not a bad guy. He’ll do the right thing.”
Not a bad guy? Jane’s feelings for and about Chandler boggled her own mind. She was wildly attracted to him. He made her skin heat, her pussy pulse. She got wet just looking at him, and making love to him—correction, fucking him, he’d been very clear about that—had taken her places she’d never been.
And his talent! Danza del Fuego still thrummed in her head, in her heart. An elementary composition, he had said. She couldn’t wait to hear him play something difficult!
“I hope you’re right,” she said to Ryan. “I need him tonight.”
“There’s still time.”
“He missed warm up.”
“I’m sorry about that. I’ll find him for you if it comes to that.”
She smiled. “Thanks. You’re a friend. What do you see in him, anyway?”
Ryan chuckled. “We’ve known each other a long time. Grew up together actually.”
“Really? So you’re blue blood too?”
Ryan grinned. He had a crooked smile, lips not as full as Chandler’s, but very attractive nonetheless. His rugged dark looks contrasted nicely with his friend’s wholesome corn-fed appearance. Faded jeans and an AC/DC T-shirt. Chandler would never wear that. Never in a million years, despite the fact that he’d look amazing. Ryan also looked amazing in a totally different way. Very sexy.
“I’m afraid my blood’s as red as yours. My mother was the Hamiltons’ maid. I lived in their house.”
Jane widened her eyes. Wow. Not what she’d expected at all. “And you’re close?”
“Best of buds almost our whole lives. Even when he went away to school we kept in touch. And the Hamiltons put me through college. State university, not a private conservatory like Chandler, but they didn’t have to do it.”
“No, they didn’t.” Lucky Ryan. What she would give to go to college! “So his family’s nice?”
“They’re great. Very generous.”
“Okay.” Confusion tensed her forehead. “Why is he such an asshole then?”
“He’s not, Jane. He’s had…a rough couple days.”
“Yeah, I imagine it’s rough having everything handed to you. Great education, all the money in the world. Not to mention killer looks and a perfect body.”
Ryan let out a chuckle. “He works for his body. He eats right and works out.”
“And drinks like a fish.”
“Like I said, that’s not really him.”
“Right. He’s had a difficult few days. You can see I’m playing my violin over here.”
Ryan smiled weakly. “It’s not an excuse for what he did to you. You’re absolutely right.”
Jane let out a sigh. “Look. I know his life is far from perfect. Money can’t buy happiness and all that.” She shook her head. “I just wish I’d had all the opportunities he’s had, you know? It’s tiring sometimes, knowing I have the talent to make it but never having had any formal instruction. If I’d had his education, I wouldn’t be wasting it getting drunk and calling out other musicians.”
“It’s not him.”
“So you’ve said.” She adjusted her black lace top.
Too much cleavage? Probably, but part of her act was how she looked. She wasn’t just selling her music. She was selling an image. Just one more thing she envied about Chandler Hamilton. He didn’t have to market an image. He had the education to back up his talent. He could make it on his musical ability alone.
But here stood Ryan, a product of Chandler’s family’s generosity. Could there truly be a part of Chandler she wasn’t seeing? He had been gentle in her bedroom and again in his studio—well, not exactly gentle, but she wasn’t complaining. He certainly hadn’t pressured her or forced her into anything she didn’t want to do. She smiled.
“Chandler’s right.”
Ryan’s voice startled her. For a moment she’d forgotten he stood there. She licked her lips.
“Right about what?”
“You’re beautiful.”
A jolt of happiness surged through her. “He told you that?”
“Yeah. This afternoon when we talked. He’s been through some major shit.”
“Right, his girlfriend. We’ve all been there, Ryan. Getting dumped sucks, but it’s no reason to turn rabid.”
Ryan visibly tensed. His lips pursed.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. There’s a story there, but it’s not my story to tell, Jane. I’m sorry.” Ryan edged toward the door. “He’ll be here. I promise you.”
She turned toward her mirror to check her makeup.
“What are you doing here, Ry? Moving in on my territory?”
The image in the mirror startled Jane. Chandler’s familiar body moved behind Ryan’s. He wore a crisp forest T-shirt and black jeans. Trying to look the part? She wasn’t sure, but he looked scrumptious. Absolutely fucking edible. Thank God. He was here. He’d play well, she was sure of it.
“Just convincing Jane that you wouldn’t let her down,” Ryan said. “And see? I was right.”
Jane turned to face both men. Such a contrast. One blond and refined, one dark and rugged. Both gorgeous in their own way. Had they ever shared a woman?
She shook her head to clear it. Where had that thought come from? And what had Chandler meant when he’d said “my territory”? Did he have feelings for her? She intended to find out.
“Your territory? I beg your pardon?”
“For tonight, I mean.” Chandler cleared his throat, and his cheeks reddened. “Your band is my territory.”
Jane smiled. Right. And she had some swamp land in Florida to sell. He liked her. He’d made that clear this afternoon. But something more was brewing in her own mind, her own heart, despite his contradictory words and actions where she was concerned. Was something more happening with him? Could they get past the fact that he hated her music? There was one way to find out for sure.
She stepped toward Ryan, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips. She didn’t expect what happened next.
Chandler closed the door and moved behind Jane, brushed his lips against her nec
k. “You ever had two men, baby?” he whispered huskily in her ear, his breath a soft caress against her neck.
She broke the kiss, and Ryan’s lips traveled over her cheek to her ear. He licked her lobe. Tugged on it. Her muscles tightened, and electricity sizzled beneath her skin. She’d just been wondering if he and Ryan had shared women. How could they be so in sync?
Energy whirled around her. Her body was hypersensitive, hyper-aware. Every nerve on alert. She was burning alive from the inside out. Burning with passion.
“Have you, baby?” Chandler asked again, nuzzling her other ear. “Two men?”
“N-No,” she stammered, her voice not quite her own. “N-Never.”
“Have you thought about me?”
The vibrations of his deep voice scorched her soul.
“Have you thought about this afternoon?”
Truly, she’d thought of little else. And had berated herself repeatedly for thinking it. But now wasn’t the time or place. “You have to warm up. The set… Lisa Taylor…”
“We have an hour and a half before we go on, princess.” He trailed tiny kisses over her bare shoulder. “I’m warmed up, trust me. Getting hotter all the time. And I’d like to show you how two men can pleasure a woman.”
“But you…you don’t even like me. You don’t…”
“I like you just fine. And so does Ry.”
“I think you’re beautiful,” Ryan agreed. “I’d love the chance to pleasure you. Just this once.”
Just this once? What did that mean? Incoherent thoughts and images swirled inside her head. Moisture pooled in her pussy. But her costume, her makeup…
Hell, she was in her dressing room. She could fix everything quickly if need be. And she already knew Chandler would be brilliant whether he warmed up or not. He’d proved that the last time.
When would she have the chance for a threesome again? The fifth of never, no doubt. She’d most likely never see either of them again after tonight.
A pang of regret flooded her heart. She didn’t want this to be the end. She wanted to see Chandler again and again.
But why let sadness reign? That was her last thought. She resigned herself to only feeling. Letting the music—for it was music—take her to a new height of awareness. The melody of Chandler’s lips on her neck, the sweet caress, the soft cadence. And the harmony of Ryan’s tongue on her earlobe, the underlying beat. As if he knew his place—an important part of the equation, but this was Chandler’s song.
Chandler moved his hands down her arms, and they clasped hands for a moment before he reached under her lacy spandex tank and traveled slowly up her tummy to cup her breasts. He coaxed, caressed, tugged at her hard nipples. Jane moaned and moved her hips in circles, grinding into Chandler’s hardness behind her.
From the front, Ryan pressed his arousal against her belly. She grabbed his shoulders and molded his hard body to hers. Two men pressed against her. Two men pleasuring her. Ryan lifted her tank over her head and bent his head to kiss one of the breasts that Chandler held out in offering.
Jane sighed, leaned her head back onto Chandler’s shoulder as he kissed her neck and fondled her full breasts. “You’ve done this before,” she said.
“We have.” Chandler nibbled the outer edge of her ear. “Does that bother you?”
A little. But only about Chandler, which was odd. Why should she care how many women he’d been with? How many women he and Ryan had pleasured together?
Because she was falling for him, that was why. It hit her like a thunderstorm. What she’d felt brewing in her heart.
She didn’t answer Chandler. Just sighed again and let the music take her. Chandler let go of Jane’s breasts and let them fall gently against her chest. Ryan took over, cupping and squeezing them as he licked and tugged a nipple. His lips were softer than Chandler’s and his touch more gentle. He squeezed her other tight bud, again his stroke lighter but no less stimulating.
Jane’s pulse raced. Her pussy contracted, and her clit throbbed. Emotion, thick and heady, surged through her. Raw need to be taken by these two men consumed her. Chandler’s tongue traced patterns on her lower back. Her dragon. He was licking her dragon.
“Very sexy, Lady Jane,” he said. “So very sexy.” He eased her miniskirt over her hips until it puddled at her feet. “Mmm. Sexy thong.” He removed it. “Sexier without it.”
“Oh God.” Her voice was a soft sigh.
He was tonguing her asshole again. Pleasure coiled within her. Ryan’s fingers left her nipple, trailed to her clit, and massaged it gently with her juices.
Intensity. Liquid heat. She could easily lose herself forever right here in her dressing room. End up as moisture on the floor. At the exact moment Chandler breached her tight hole, Ryan entered her slick pussy with a finger.
She erupted like a volcano. The climax took her outside of herself, high above the clouds. She heard herself speak, but could make no sense of the language. Fire and ice raced through her as her muscles relaxed, her pleasure ascended.
“That’s it, let it take you,” Chandler said. “Come for me, baby.”
Yes, for him. Though Ryan was there, was pleasuring her, this climax that coursed through her was for Chandler. Somehow she sensed that all three of them understood.
As she came down from her high, Ryan’s steely cock pressed against her belly. When had he taken off his pants?
“You ready, baby?” Chandler asked as he eased his finger from her tight hole. “Ready for me to fuck you?”
She whimpered, nodding.
“On your knees, beautiful. I’m going to take you from behind while you blow Ryan. Sound good?”
Better than good. Amazing. Again she whimpered as she fell to her knees. The cheap carpet in her dressing room scratched her skin, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was having Chandler. Having both of them. Having Chandler.
Ryan’s cock head nudged her lips. He was big, nearly as big as Chandler, and his cock was a lovely golden color.
“Go ahead. Suck him. It’ll turn me on.”
Jane winced a little. She had been waiting for Chandler’s permission. How had he known? She hadn’t even known until he said it. Slowly she tongued the tip of Ryan’s cock. Mmm. Salty and delicious. She loved giving head. Loved being able to bring a man to his knees with bliss. Couldn’t wait to suck Chandler’s cock again.
Right now, though, Ryan deserved her full attention. He was sweet, handsome, a wonderful man in his own right, and she wanted to suck his cock, wanted to give him pleasure. Ryan grabbed her ears as she nibbled and licked, first the underside and then his balls as she inhaled their musky scent. She slid her tongue up the length of his shaft and swirled it around his swollen cock head, letting the tip of it nudge inside his tiny slit. His rumbling moans fueled her passion and she sucked harder.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” Chandler said from behind her. He gave her ass a sharp swat. “Take all of him. Show me how much you like to suck his hard cock.”
Warmth from Chandler’s hand soothed the sting from his slap. Sparks skittered across Jane’s flesh, and her pussy throbbed in time with the plunges of her mouth onto Ryan’s thick cock. The rip of a packet reached her ears. Condom. That meant fucking. Chandler was going to fuck her now.
God, she couldn’t wait to feel that giant erection in her pussy again. She sucked Ryan deeper, letting his tip graze the back of her throat.
He groaned. “Fuck, she gives good head, Chan.”
“Yes she does. You like sucking cock, don’t you, Jane?”
She nodded. Couldn’t speak. Wanted to speak. Wanted to yell at him to shove that hard cock in her pussy. Right now!
“Ah!” She moaned, her mouth full of cock, as Chandler thrust into her.
She grabbed at Ryan’s hips, dug her fingernails into his flesh, and continued to blow him as Chandler sank into her more deeply. Filled her. Filled her as she had never been filled before.
He was large, oh, yes. But he filled another part of her as
well, even more than he had this afternoon. Something deeper and more powerful. He reached inside her soul and shared her music.
“Damn you feel good,” Chandler said. “So fucking tight. You’re amazing, baby.” He slammed into her again. “So amazing.”
“I’m going to come,” Ryan said. “I can’t hold off any longer.”
“Not unless she says it’s okay.” Chandler thrust again, even harder and deeper this time. “Can Ry come in your mouth, baby?”
She nodded. She didn’t mind. She loved it, actually. Had yearned for Chandler’s semen on her tongue earlier. Couldn’t wait for that pleasure…
“Ah, God!” Ryan erupted, and his cum coated her tongue.
Salty, a little bitter. She swallowed, licking the last remnants from his cock head. Still Chandler pumped into her.
Ryan’s cock fell from her lips, and he knelt and kissed her, a soft brush of a kiss, only a little tongue, only a little passion. This was a kiss of friendship.
“Thank you, Jane,” he whispered against her chin.
She smiled. No man had ever thanked her before. Chandler’s thrusts slowed, and she pressed her lips to Ryan’s cheek. “Thank you too,” she said, “for everything.”
Ryan sat back as Chandler caressed her hips.
“Turn around now, baby,” Chandler said. “I want to kiss you while we fuck.” He rolled her onto her back and mounted her.
Plain old missionary had its advantages, like deep kissing with a lot of tongue. The passionate kissing she and Chandler were sharing now. Their lips meshed, their tongues tangled, their groans mingled in each other’s mouths. Where was Ryan? She couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment.
Chandler was her world. All that existed. He pushed his thickness into her, matched each thrust with his tongue in her mouth. He tasted of peppermint again. Peppermint and horny male and soul-searing passion. He possessed her, filled her, and she clung to him, let him sink further and further into her body, into her heart.
The peak rose in the distance, and she climbed again, stood on the precipice. One more thrust…and she flew, the climax even stronger this time. Strong enough to pull out a piece of her soul. She cried out as she came down, lifted her hips so he could take her further.
