by Nese Lane
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Sure Thing
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Sure Thing
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Sure Thing
by
Nese Lane
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Sure Thing
COPYRIGHT © 2019 by Nese Lane
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Publishing History
First Scarlet Rose Edition, 2019
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2534-7
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To my boys, for understanding Mom’s
need to hang out with rock stars and
accompanying me in my crazy obsession.
Colton, Jared, and Rogan, you Rock!
And to my husband Brian for
putting up with all of us. I love you, babe.
Sure Thing
“I fucking can’t believe this is happening.” Laney Edwards fanned her face as she peered at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She bent forward to blot her smudged eyeliner with shaking hands and debated lip gloss before settling on her favorite balm instead. She’d snagged a few minutes to collect herself after running—no, plowing—over Gavin Riggs, the lead singer of her favorite band The Naked Truth.
The small tube slipped from her fingers and clattered into the tiny sink of the tour bus. “Damn. Pull your shit together. This is your only chance to live out the dream you’ve had since you first saw him sing. Most girls would be all over that, and you’re cowering in the john like a fan girl. Time to suck it up, literally.”
Laney snorted at her tasteless analogy and fluffed her bangs from her damp forehead. A loud rap on the door made her jump, and she managed to swallow the squeak that bubbled from her chest. “Keep your pants on. I’m almost done.”
After glomming the stray moisturizer, she tucked the small tube and her favorite gloss into the back pocket of her jeans. She sucked in a deep breath, released the air slowly, rinsed her hands in the sink, and ran her damp fingers through the mass of chestnut curls that framed her face.
The sexy smirk Gavin had gifted her with earlier flashed in her mind, and she squeezed her thighs together. One hundred and seventy-five pounds of pure muscle and sex appeal waited on the other side of the door.
Gavin’s sultry voice and straight up nasty lyrics had inspired many dates with her vibrator picturing him acting out those hot verses with her. Time to make those fantasies a reality. “Here’s to hoping the real thing is just as satisfying.”
With a quick mental shake, she released the lock and swung the door open wide. Six feet of hotness leaned against the jamb and raised an eyebrow when she gasped. Not Gavin.
Brendon Fucking Ferran, the band’s moody and reserved drummer. The scalding look he gave her with his quick perusal made her nipples tighten. Shit.
Gavin had asked her to the bus after an innuendo-filled conversation at the VIP party. She’d spun from the catering table with a bottle of water and collided with his chest, hard. He’d kept them both from hitting the floor and made her laugh with his easy charm.
Flattered he’d singled her out in the mass of vying women, she’d agreed to his invitation thinking why the hell not? Brendon had been a no-show at the gathering, and she had briefly wondered what kept him away.
The man in question stepped aside and gave her a curt bow. “My apologies, love. I figured it was one of the mates hogging the loo.”
Her insides melted at the seductive sound of his British accent and the sparkle in his brilliant green eyes. Paired with his overlong, messy, raven hair, the combination proved lethal to her libido. She swallowed and quickly gathered her scattered wits. “No problem. I’m headed to the back of the bus. It’s all yours.”
He turned sideways to let her pass in the narrow pathway, but her breasts still grazed his tight torso as she slipped by. She pictured the naked chest he’d bared through the whole concert. Pounding those skins produced a glorious amount of cut angles and planes she’d love to trace with her tongue, but the band’s gorgeous lead singer awaited her in his quarters. She’d just have to make do with the voice that kept her panties wet.
She fought the giggle that threatened to escape, at the thought of being with them both and blew Brendon a kiss as she shimmied past.
Brendon stopped her progress from behind with a hand on her hip. His thighs burned through the denim covering her ass as he cozied up and whispered into her ear, “I do wish that were true, gorgeous. It looks like Gavin beat me to the most stunning bird in the place. Just know if you want a taste of good Ol’ England, I’d love to give it a go. He’s okay for a Yank, but I promise to give you a taste of Liverpool you’ll never forget.”
She shivered at his heated breath on the back of her neck and made a split-second decision to have both Gavin and Brendon. Her conscience howled at the wanton choice, but her inner slut popped a bottle of champagne at the thought of fucking two of the music world’s hottest bachelors.
With a wiggle of her hips, she glanced over her shoulder to meet the passion in Brendon’s gaze and winked. “Give me five minutes to convince Gavin, then join us.”
Brendon threw his head back and laughed. “That’s brilliant. Golden boy won’t give a rat’s arse either way. If he does, I’ll suck his dick myself.”
Laney’s stomach bottomed out at the obvious dig, but then fluttered with the mental picture of Brendon on his knees in front of Gavin. Hell, why did she care what either of them thought? She’d been aware from the start this was meaningless sex between two, now maybe three, consenting adults. Bring it on.
She turned back and sauntered to Brendon, wrapped her arms around his neck, and sank against his frame. “Wanna escort me in then? I’m not sure how he’ll react if I open the conversation with ‘I brought Brendon to play with us.’ He may tell me to take a walk.”
Brendon slid his arms to circle her hips and tightened his hold enough to feel the hard ridge of his erection through the two layers of material she wanted gone. The searing heat branding her leg sent a message straight to her pussy and caused her clit to swell. Fuck. How could she be so hot for Gavin one second and, with a little encouragement from the gorgeous drummer, panted for his cock only a few minutes later?
Easy much? Oh, yes. The YOLO analogy worked at the moment, and she planned to take the idea as far as it would go as long as the advice served her purpose—to get laid by TNT’s gorgeous duo. Preferably both at the same time. After all, You Only Live Once.
****
Brendon Ferran spread his stance to make room for his dick in the tight confines of his leather pants. The woman in his arms took his breath away in a girl-next-door-you’ve-always-wanted-to-fuck kind of way. And damned if he’d pass up the chance.
The lady made it clear she wanted him. If the nipples poking a hole in his chest weren’t proof enough, the big blue eyes staring up begged him to fuck her. Her sweet vanilla scent and sultry voice cinched it, and if Gavin
didn’t want to share, Brendon would cash in the favor his buddy owed him and claim her for himself.
Normally, Brendon couldn’t care less about the slew of women who pranced the path to the back of the bus. Gavin was a man-whore and seemed all too happy to enlighten anyone who’d pay attention to his horn-dog ways.
Brendon sighed and kissed the pert nose of the classic American beauty. “Let’s go break the news together, doll. I promise you and I will scorch the sheets with or without his boney ass.”
A flash of insecurity shone in the deep pools of her gaze, and he cursed the callous way Gavin tended to approach a hookup. He mentally swore to make sure she left fully satisfied and a little more confident in her sex appeal before the end of the night.
He released the grip on her arse, turned and backed her against the wall, then cradled her petite features in his palm. “I need to taste those lovely lips.”
The beauty’s pupils dilated as she held his gaze. The pretty pink tip of her tongue peeked out to wet the bottom half of the mouth unexpectedly now crucial to his sanity. “Say yes, love. I’m dying here.”
Her eyes widened in surprise at his entreaty, and a grin split her face. “Yes, please.”
Fucking perfect. Even her answers checked all his boxes. He growled, tightened his hold, and covered her lips with his own. Succulent. Soft. A hint of raspberry. Tentative. Sexy. As. Fuck. His mind cataloged each detail for later as his tongue slid across the seam of her mouth, begging entry.
With a slight tilt of her head, she opened with a sigh and introduced him to paradise. Damn. His knees shook, and his cock leaked at the exquisite explosion of her taste as she met every parry and thrust. He melted against her smaller frame, her soft curves cradling his hardness from shoulders to hips.
The desire to be even closer raged in his blood, and he slid his hands into the back pockets of her denims. She mirrored his move and boldly squeezed both cheeks of his arse. He returned the caress, and she snickered, breaking their connection.
Brendon shifted to nuzzle her neck, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent. A quick nip to her lobe earned him a throaty giggle. “What’s so bloody funny, doll?”
She tightened her grip once more and smirked. “A girl is allowed to keep her secrets.”
He stepped back and tickled her ribs. “I see how you are. I’ll give you a good wind up next time then.”
She full out laughed, and the glorious sound topped any music he’d ever heard. “Yes, sir. So noted.”
Sir? If she only knew. He grabbed the knob to the loo with one hand and tweaked her nose with the other. “I’m no white knight, love. Give me two-point-six to drain the dragon, and we’ll tackle Gav together.”
She grinned. “I’ll wait right here.”
“Be right back.” Brendon leaned in for another quick taste, then nudged her with a light slap to the same tight cheek he’d handled a few minutes before.
She squeaked at the love tap but shot him a playful look over her shoulder. Fuck, this girl pushed all of his buttons. He’d love to tie her up, spank her arse pink, and pound her until she screamed, but he checked his instinct to dominate and closed the restroom door.
Business attended to, Brendon swung open the door and took in the gorgeous sight of his partner for the night. Relaxed against the wall, eyelashes crescents on her rosy cheeks, her fresh-faced innocence tugged at the strings of his world-weary heart.
Her eyes popped open at the scrape of his boot on the threshold. “Hey. Ready?”
“Born that way, love.” He offered her a hand.
“Why did I know you were gonna say that?” She laced their fingers and tugged to stand.
With a chuckle, he took advantage of their link and her precarious balance to haul her tight against his frame. His rigid length pulsed against her softness. “Give me an hour or two to prove it.”
She slid her hands from his waist to cup his arse and squeezed. “I’m pretty sure we agreed to that plan earlier.”
“Lead on, gorgeous.” He spun her to face the opposite way, hands resting on her hips, and followed her to Gavin’s personal space.
She hesitated when she went to open the curtain, and Brendon basked in her lack of practiced moves. A seasoned groupie would have thrown the curtain wide and slinked her way across the room to Gavin without a thought.
This stunning creature didn’t have a calculating bone in her smoking hot body, and his cock twitched. The breath of fresh air that was… Bloody hell, he didn’t even know her name. Smooth move, Ferran.
He crowded her from behind as she lifted her arm to slide the material aside and nipped the cute little lobe peeking from under her riot of curls. “I’d be happy to call you Gorgeous all night, because you are. But I was wondering if you’d grace me with your given name, love?”
Her arm dropped, and her posture wilted. “Damn, I can’t believe I just propositioned a man and didn’t even bother with an introduction.”
He slid her sexy curls to the side and nipped the cord of muscle at the base of her graceful neck. “Don’t sweat the small stuff. I would have chased you down if you hadn’t. The attraction is mutual, doll.” He rocked his hips, bumping her arse with his painfully hard shaft.
She snickered and relaxed against his frame. The perfect fit of her tight cheeks against his dick muddled his senses, and he almost missed her whispered response. “Laney.”
He growled at the sweet yet sinful sound. “Laney. Beautiful. Just like the woman.”
She huffed and shifted to peer at his face. “Seriously, Brendon. I’m here, right? You don’t have to lay the charm on so thick. I’ve already assured you I’m a sure thing.”
She followed her dressing down with an eye roll, and the spunk surprised him enough a chuckle slipped past his lips. “Got it, love.”
She glared for a second before she tilted her chin and laid a drugging kiss on his lips. The thrust and parry of her tongue brought his cock back to full attention as he savored the decadent flavor of her on his taste buds. He cupped her cheek and deepened the caress, searching the hidden depths of her mouth.
She eased back, and her ragged breath teased his skin as the contact ended. “God, Brendon. I could come just from kissing you.”
He closed the gap and savored the addictive taste of her sweetness, again. His raging erection pounded against his fly, and he considered scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the other bus and his bed.
The curtain parted, and he contemplated punching the grin from Gavin’s knowing mug. Brendon ended the heated exchange and finished up with a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Laney, love. We have company.”
Her lids fluttered open, and she stiffened in his arms at the sight of Gavin’s head peeking through the two pieces of drapery. “Oh, crap.”
Gavin met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Changed your mind, sweetheart?”
As much as Brendon hated the thought of sharing the luscious woman in his arms, he came to her rescue and stated her desire openly. “She wants to play with both of us, dude.”
Curiosity and delight crossed Gavin’s face, and he stepped back and motioned them in. “Whatever the lady desires.”
The trepidation in Laney’s expression morphed into a beautiful smile, lighting the small space. She snagged Brendon’s hand and gifted Gavin with a gentle kiss as she passed by. “I can’t believe you two, but I’m in. Let’s get this party started.”
Brendon noted the shake in her flirty declaration and tugged her to a stop. “Are you sure? Absolutely no pressure here.”
She met his gaze and a blush stained her cheeks. “Yes. I’m positive. Thanks for asking though. It means a lot.”
Gavin snuggled up behind her and slid her hair over to suck on the point Brendon had marked just moments before. His friend’s gaze locked with his, and Brendon held his friend’s stare until he answered with a single nod. With the silent communication, Brendon released the breath he’d held without realizing it. Gavin had handed over control of the situation
to him and would follow his lead.
The tension melted away, and Brendon briefly registered his reaction. Normally, he didn’t give two shits who directed the sharing of a woman, but with Laney, it mattered somehow.
His bandmate continued to tease her graceful neck as he worked the buttons on her black silk top. She slipped free of the sleeve and stretched her arm to cup the back of Gavin’s head but refused Brendon’s attempt to disengage his fingers from her grip.
He granted her the lifeline and stepped forward to crowd her from the front. She gasped when his chest drug across her puckered nipples and his hard cock settled in the vee of her legs, nudging her clit. “We’ve got you gorgeous. Just let go, and let us make you feel good.”
She nodded and relaxed against Gavin but met Brendon’s gaze to await his direction. His balls drew up at the pretty picture of her pale softness sandwiched between the darker tone of Gavin’s chest and his own black T-shirt.
With a gentle tug, she relinquished her hold on his hand to skate her fingers under the edge of the cotton and caress his abs. His breath caught with her tentative touch, and he ripped the barrier over his head and tossed it aside.
Her light moan as she drank in the sight of his torso pleased his inner beast, and he skimmed his callused hands up her dainty ribcage on both sides to cradle her heavy tits in both palms. She groaned, dropped her head back to rest on Gavin’s shoulder, and bit her bottom lip as Brendon thumbed her nipples through the scanty lace of her black bra. He pinched both buds between finger and thumb and drank in the sight of bliss on her face as she cried out at the pleasure-pain of his grip.
With a practiced move he flicked the front closure open, and his mouth watered when her bounty swung free and settled into perfect teardrop-shaped breasts with large, round areolas in a deep pink. He covered one with the heat of his mouth and sucked hard on the rosy peak.
A strangled noise escaped her throat, and Brendon switched his attention to the other breast. The soft tip hardened further with a nip of his teeth, and she arched her back, instinctively shoving more of her soft mound past his lips. When she slid her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip, his hips jerked forward, his cock desperate to be inside her tight heat.
