Maybe it would be scarier to do the sharing. To watch Lock with one of these women. As much as she knew she didn’t have a hold on him, as much as she pretended not to care about that, she wasn’t sure she could watch him with someone else. To see him get hard for someone else, to watch him spank another girl’s ass and then invade another girl’s mouth while Hailey sat on the sidelines? It might be the straw that broke the three-day contract’s back.
Lock’s agent grabbed him as soon as he was offstage, for photos and a brief interview with the press. Lock looked haggard and faintly harassed, but no one else seemed to mind. The agent barked orders, and the fans smiled up at Lock adoringly. Was she the only one who could see the tension bracketing Lock’s mouth? His smile looked rigid, the very opposite of happiness, but the press ate it up, snapping pictures, blinding him with their flashes and a spray of questions. Just as quickly Lock’s agent yanked him away, freeing him from the horde and forcing them back.
She watched Lock scan the crowd. His gaze zeroed in on her. Oh damn. He looked intense. Angry. Not mad at her, exactly, just fierce enough to raze anything in his path. Which would be her. Only her. Everyone else was smart enough to duck away as he crossed the black, springy flooring. She remained rooted to the spot, waving a red flag in the form of her short-short dress. She’d already figured out he liked her legs, and no amount of tugging on the skirt covered them up.
His skin shone with sweat. He was still breathing hard, making the illusion of him as a bull come to life.
She knew she was staring. She had no way to stop. “Hi.”
“Limo,” he barked.
“What?”
He bit out the words. “Get in it.”
She glanced behind her. The chauffer who had brought them stood holding open the metal backstage VIP door. “Oh!”
Lock didn’t waste any more time. He herded her through the remaining crowd, out the door, and into the limo while she struggled to remain upright in her tall shoes. Then she wasn’t upright anymore; she was held up by plush, butter-soft leather. The driver closed the door, instantly dimming the volume. Sudden intimacy bloomed between them, with Lock’s breath ragged and loud in the car.
As the driver rounded the limo, Lock dragged her onto his lap, arranging her so her legs straddled his. She knew the windows were tinted. The fans and press couldn’t see them anymore. Most likely the driver wouldn’t be able to see them either, and if he did, he would be professional enough not to comment on it. Still, she squirmed until Lock slapped her thigh.
“Be still.”
She looked him in the eye, keeping her balance under the incremental motion of the vehicle. So they weren’t going to be sharing, either one of them. Good. That was good. She shouldn’t feel disappointed.
The limo began to roll forward—then there was a quick banging on the roof of the car. Startled, she almost fell off Lock’s lap until he caught her in his firm grip. Was it one of his fans? Or a member of the press? The pushy agent?
The door opened, and she shrank back into the warmth and safety of Lock’s arms. It was Krist. He slid into the opposite seat and shut the door behind him. The limo started again when he banged on the divider, and then sped up as it turned onto the main road.
Krist. In the limo with them. While she was straddling Lock’s lap.
“Lock.” She struggled to get off, but he smacked her thigh again.
“I said be still. Do I need to tie you down, or are you going to be good?”
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask how he would tie her down in a limo. But he probably did have a way. And she wasn’t keen for him to demonstrate in front of Krist, to give Krist any more of a show than he was already getting. He slouched in his corner. The shadows almost obscured him, but looking back, she could see his eyes shining. Could see them trained directly on her ass.
As if confirming, Lock murmured, “Krist’s always been an ass man.” Then to Krist, “Haven’t you?”
“Fuck,” Krist answered, not taking his gaze off her. Not taking his gaze off her ass, technically. It was embarrassing. And hot. Like really hot, with her body all flushed and sweating.
“You don’t mind if he’s here, do you?” Lock asked while sliding his hands up her thighs.
She whimpered, because God, how could she mind anything when he caressed her like that, when a million pleasurable needles sank into her skin everywhere he touched. She felt her mind fogging, growing hazy and lax in its newfound need. She couldn’t stop this, couldn’t bring herself to mind Krist’s quiet communion.
Not even when Lock’s hands cupped her ass. Under her skirt.
At least Krist couldn’t really see. If anything, Lock’s hands were another layer of protection. Her skirt. His hands. A living chastity belt keeping her safe from prying eyes.
“So good,” Lock grunted. “You feel so good.”
He proceeded to demonstrate the feeling and the good as he massaged her. More firmly, more roughly until she was rolling into his touch, rocking herself on the ridge beneath his jeans. And when she felt a brush of cool air against her slick folds, she knew. He was lifting her skirt. He was doing it on purpose. She glanced back. Krist had slouched down even farther. But his eyes weren’t on her ass. They weren’t on her face, either. They were staring straight at Lock, filled with something like jealousy.
Krist’s gaze flickered back to her ass and what Lock was doing to her. Now she saw only appreciation and lust. She could have imagined the jealousy, the want. But she hadn’t. Krist had made it plain he liked her body, but he had no claims on her, no desire to make any. Jealousy didn’t make any sense. Unless…
Unless Krist wanted Lock.
Suddenly sharing Lock took on a wholly different meaning. It wouldn’t be some nameless fan girl backstage he’d be spanking or fucking. It would be his bandmate, his friend. Lock didn’t seem to notice Krist’s appreciation. He licked at the hollow of her neck, and she gasped, overwhelmed. Her body was on sensory overload, but that was nothing compared to her mind. A million dirty images blazed a trail of sensual discovery. And below that, she had questions about these men she’d only recently met. Did Lock know? Did he care?
And even deeper, in a place she dared not dwell, a dark beat drummed. Mine. Lock is mine.
Lock must have felt her distraction. He lifted her chin until she met his eyes.
“Are you up for this?”
“Up for what?” she asked, stalling.
“Anything. Everything.”
Sharing. That’s what he meant, and she was up for it. Only, it was less clear that everyone would get what they wanted. She wanted Lock, to really have him, possess him if only for a night. If she wasn’t mistaken, Krist wanted that too. Except Lock was the man in the charge. He gave the orders. And he blazed like a molten comet across the dark sky, too hot and too damn fast to ever hope to catch.
“Yes,” she answered in a low voice.
“Hey.” He kissed her on the lips, closed-mouthed and quick and achingly sweet. “Don’t worry. This is going to be fun. You know I can make it good for you. Krist too.”
This last was spoken with invitation, waiting for Krist to speak up with the reassurance that it would be good for her, that she would get off. As if that was the reason she would hesitate.
Krist leaned forward, out of the shadows. Whatever secrets he’d exposed were wrapped up tight, leaving only genuine concern.
“Only if you want to,” he told her.
She mourned how he stayed on the perimeter, on the outside looking in. She no longer liked where she sat, in between them. She didn’t want to get in their way. But if she could, if they needed her, she could be the bridge between them.
“Sit with us,” she said simply. These waters might be stormy and dangerous, but they would ride them together. She would hold their hands tightly and link them, if only for one night.
THIRTEEN
That was an invitation, right? Krist had yanked him close to hiss the quick question into his ear befo
re they were herded like cattle to VIP photo ops and bullshit PR.
Was it an invitation? He’d intended it more as a taunt, but something had shifted onstage. Had maybe started shifting long before he took the stage, before he’d given Hailey that crazy command. He’d told Krist to meet him at the limo. You drinking again? That question stung. But it was valid. They’d never shared sober. No, Lock had never shared sober.
And Krist had never shared with anyone but him, which might explain the hungry and hopeful edge to his voice. It'd been a long time.
Only if you want to. Tender. Considerate. All the things Lock wasn't. And traits he hadn't associated with Krist before now. Was this new, or had he been paying piss-poor attention?
If Hailey said no, it ended. Contract or not. Krist would slump back against the plush leather seat and watch from a distance.
But she didn't say no. And now he was beside them, all hot muscle, practically vibrating with eagerness. An animal ready to pounce as soon as the cage door snapped open.
Hailey lifted her hand from his shoulder and reached for Krist. The contrast of her pale fingers against the riot of color on the bassist’s forearm was shocking. Lock squeezed her ass. “Did I say you could touch him?”
She pulled her hand back fast, as if suddenly the inked flames licking up that sinewy arm were real. Her brow furrowed, and he fought the urge to smooth it with his thumb. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
He did want. He wanted so much. God, he was going to fuck this up before it even got started. “I do, but I’ll tell you when to touch him. Right now he’s going to watch you come in my lap before we get to the hotel. Better hurry.”
She didn't move. Just sat there, studying his face with those doe eyes. “You want me to…?”
“Get yourself off, Hailey.” He thrust up as he pulled down on her hips, pressing the ridge of his cock against her bared cunt. She arched into it, gasping.
“And if you’re very good, I’ll let him help.” He released her hips, leaned back and folded his arms behind his head. Calm. In charge.
He thought she’d grind against his leg, like she had at the hotel, rock herself to a quick orgasm against the rough denim covering his thigh. He’d thought wrong. She rose up on her knees, grabbed the hem of her dress, pulled it over her head and dropped it in Krist’s lap. A scrap of shimmery fabric to hide the erection that had to be building. She cupped her breasts, skimmed over her belly and hesitated just above the slick center he knew she ached to touch. He knew because he ached to touch it too.
He’d told her to put on a show, and he was learning that she was very good at doing as instructed. She dipped one finger between her lips and swirled it over her clit, slowly, deliberately. A challenge. Call and response.
The bench seat bounced as Krist inched closer, lured by the hypnotic roll of her hips. She wasn't even moving her hand anymore, just bucking against it. Her head fell back, and she was the perfect picture of abandon. Writhing, bent, spread open. Every soft inch of her body screaming touch me! Begging. “Please. Please.”
Yes, please. He wasn't sure if he was doing this for her or for himself. He traced the hollow of her throat where he’d licked earlier. “She’s so sweet, right here.”
“Yeah?” Krist’s breath huffed warm against his ear and cheek. If he turned, their lips would be touching. He licked his own lips and swallowed, suddenly aware of the tightness of his pants, the dryness of his mouth, the smallness of the limo seat.
“See for yourself.”
Krist slid closer, threading one arm behind Lock until they were practically cuddled against each other, and extended the other so he could cup Hailey’s jaw. “May I?”
She nodded and settled back into Lock’s lap so Krist could reach.
That mouth working over her neck. Wet tongue, flicking. He had a front-row seat, and he couldn’t help but imagine all the other places he’d like to make Krist taste. On her body. On his own. She gasped when Krist nipped at her jaw. The two of them were warm and solid, pinning Lock in place.
How fucking long did it take to get back to the hotel? They needed room to maneuver.
“Need to come.” Lock’s grunted command was almost an admission. But neither Hailey nor Krist could see his state right now, both of them with their eyes squeezed shut, focused on their own pleasure. Krist had a handful of her breast, her nipple trapped between his thumb and pointer finger.
She moaned in response, and he could hear the wet sound of her hand working faster between her legs. Her knuckles rubbed against his cock on every thrust. Just enough friction to keep him on edge. If they kept this up much longer, he’d come in his pants.
Krist caressed down her ribs and covered her hand with his own. Lock watched, riveted. And then it was Krist’s knuckles grazing his cock over and over.
Hailey pulled her hand free, letting Krist finish what she’d started, and traced over Lock’s lips with her wetness. He bucked up into those broad knuckles and sucked her fingers into his mouth. The taste of her. The sound of her moans, building and building. The feel of Krist, around his shoulders, against his cock. It was all too much. Krist's eyes were open now, but he wasn't watching his hand slide in and out or her face breaking with ecstasy. He stared at Lock. His eyes were dark with lust and soft with relief. Wary too. Unspoken communication passed between them like it did onstage, like it had when they were teenagers. Don't make me stop. I won't stop, not now.
When she finally came in his lap, gripping his chin, shuddering and grinding Krist’s hand into his crotch, he came too. Hot and shameful.
How could he walk to the elevator like this?
In the dim light of the limo, all he could see were shadows and flashes of skin, the dip of her waist, the peak of a nipple. Tempted, on edge, he leaned forward and caught it between his teeth. Tugged until she whimpered. Pushed herself forward into his mouth. One flick of his tongue and he released her. “Krist, hand over her dress.”
“Suuure.” Krist’s voice was syrup slow. A low rumble vibrating against his neck, down his back. All reverb, no treble. He watched as Krist untangled his fingers from between their legs and wiped them on the front of Lock’s shirt.
The fucker. Lock caught Krist’s wrist and pinned it against his chest. “You made a mess.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Krist tried to pull away, but not very hard. It was almost as if he was pulling just so Lock would hold him tighter, longer, like one of those Chinese finger traps.
“I don’t just mean this. I didn’t tell you to make me come.”
“Not my fault if you don’t have the control you—”
He squeezed Krist’s wrist, his knuckles going white with the effort, and the bastard smiled. “Wrong. You’re both to blame,” Lock hissed.
“We’ll make it up to you.” Hailey’s hands were soft against his, smoothing his fingers, gentling his touch as the limo rolled to a stop. He let go. So they were a we now? A team?
“Get dressed.” He’d like to make her walk naked from the car, through the back entrance of the hotel and straight into the elevator. Show her, show Krist exactly who she belonged to. They weren't going to fight over her like a piece of candy. He was going to let Krist taste his candy and then take it away. Mine. His cock twitched at the thought. But the fucking paparazzi was probably camped out in shrubs, hanging from drainpipes. Vultures. Vermin. He urged her off his lap, smoothing her hair away from her face as she wobbled onto the seat across from him.
Krist made sure she was covered before he knocked on the window to let the driver know they were ready. “I’ll head up first. Meet you upstairs?”
He was running this show, not Krist. “You’ll wait in the fucking elevator.”
“Got it.” The driver opened the door, and Krist tumbled out into the night. Hailey started after him. Lock hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back into his lap. She gasped, breasts heaving above his arm.
“Wait. If anyone’s out there watching, they’ll get tied up
with him. Give it a minute.”
“You don’t want anyone to see us together?” She squirmed, trying to turn and face him, the soft curve of her ass grinding against his sticky crotch. Reminding him.
“I don’t care what they see. It’s not what they see that’s the problem. I don’t want to give them a piece of us. To use. To twist.” He skimmed his hand up her chest, her neck, catching her chin. “I’ll share you with Krist, tonight. But only him.” And only tonight. Their time was almost up.
She relaxed into him, her back pressed to his chest. He could feel his heart pounding against her. More reverb. “We could just stay here, couldn’t we? Tell the driver to go around the block a few times?”
“You changing your mind about all this?” He dragged his teeth over the nape of her neck. So sweet.
“No. Are you?”
“I never change my mind.”
He tucked Hailey under his arm and led her into the hotel.
Krist bounced in the corner of the mirrored elevator, arms resting on the handrail that ran around the middle of the box. He pushed off when he saw them, so that he stood in the center of the car. “Jesus, I thought you weren’t coming.”
“But you didn’t leave.”
He nodded, eyes downcast. “You told me to wait.”
Lock pressed the button to close the doors, and swiped his card for the penthouse. As soon as the doors snicked shut, he flicked open his jeans. “Take the dress back off, Hailey. You two are going to clean up this mess you made before we get upstairs.”
His cock was only semihard now, but as soon as he felt their eyes on him, it stiffened farther. The car lurched up, and he steadied himself with a hand on Hailey’s bare shoulder. She dropped to her knees, curling one arm around his thigh and pressing her cheek against the front of his pants. “Whatever you need.”
Krist took a step forward and dropped to his knees too. He dug his fingers into the waistband of Lock’s pants and tugged. Hailey pulled away so she could help. His cock sprang free, and he tilted his hips, watched them work in the mirror. Krist’s broad shoulders and dark head next to Hailey’s blonde waves and narrow back. An angel and a demon. He hissed. Both with mouths like sin.
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