Blame it on the Tequila

by Fiona Cole

  Despite the attendant in the elevator with us, Parker stood behind me, making love to my neck with open-mouthed kisses, grinding himself against my ass. Not that the attendant would have stopped us—they were paid for discretion, and Parker and I liked to dabble in our fantasy of exhibitionism. We never said it loud or pushed too far—merely toed the line.

  I was ready to pounce as soon as we opened the door to our room. The hotel had an apartment-like suite, and all the guys stayed together, but they’d made plans to be out tonight. The idea of fucking on as many surfaces as possible before they came back had me almost ripping the handle off in my eagerness to get inside.

  Except, not all the guys were gone. Ash sat leaned back on the couch, one foot propped on the coffee table with his bass in his lap.

  “Hey, lovebirds. Nice dress, Nova,” he greeted, looking me up and down.

  “Hey. I thought you were going to that party?” Parker asked, struggling to not sound disappointed.

  “I did. And it was lame. Oren and Brogan left to chase some pussy, and I wasn’t feeling it. So here I am.”

  “If only everyone knew, the party animal, Ash Finch, would rather lounge back with his bass over some pussy.” I sighed dramatically, and his brows shot up over me saying pussy.

  “Let’s keep it our little secret.”

  “Deal.”

  “So, how goes dating life?” he asked, turning his attention back to his bass. “Based on the sounds coming from your bunk every night, you guys obviously enjoy each other.”

  My eyes shot wide, and my face flamed. “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry,” I muttered through my hands covering my face. Of course, they had to know and hear, but no one ever said anything to make me confront the moans and whimpers Parker pulled out of me.

  “Don’t be. I basically jerk off to you coming every night.”

  My hands dropped along with my jaw. He took me in from the corner of his eyes, the dark smirk in place.

  Parker apparently didn’t have any of the shock rendering me speechless. “Oh, man, Nova will eat that up,” he muttered.

  “What?” Ash asked, his hands stalling over the strings.

  “Yeah, Supernova here likes porn—specifically exhibitionism,” he announced, stepping up behind me.

  “Parker,” I gasped.

  Ash shifted his full attention to me, the dark pools of his eyes swirling with who knew what. Sin. Dark promises. “Oh, yeah?”

  “It’s just Ash,” Parker explained. He slid his hands to my hips to soothe me, and I realized he was right. It was just Ash, and honestly, in the small bus, my fantasy might have been the tamest among the guys.

  “Yeah. Just me.” Ash set his bass aside and rose from the couch, prowling closer like a panther to close the distance between him and his prey. “And if you ever want to fulfill this fantasy—I’d happily be the man to play the role.”

  Parker’s hands squeezed tight at Ash’s suggestion. I was sure he was taunting, teasing—being typical Ash, but there was also truth behind it. And feeling Parker’s reaction to the suggestion spurred my own, and rather than laughing it off, we let it linger and grow.

  The idea swelled, taking me over.

  I met Ash’s gaze, stepping to the edge of his darkness, the promise lapping at my toes like waves on a shore, begging me to come in. My nipples hardened at the thought.

  Parker pressed his front to my back, his hard length against my ass. A shiver raced down my body when he pressed the gentlest kisses up my neck to nip at my ear.

  “What do you think?” he whispered, his breath teasing the hollow of my ear. “You want to let Ash be our voyeur? Want to turn our little game into a reality?”

  Ash’s eyes finally freed mine to watch Parker’s hand trail up my stomach to swirl his fingers around my nipple. I clenched my jaw to fight back the whimper, failing when Ash made a show of adjusting his length in his pants.

  My head fell back to Parker’s shoulder and rolled to meet his eyes—the pupils almost completely blocking out the brilliant blue. “Do you?” I asked.

  He pushed his dick into me harder. “You know I do. But only if you’re okay with it—only if it turns you on.”

  Closing my eyes, I took stock of my body. My nipples pulled tight and aching. Every time Parker gently brushed them, a string of electricity shot to my core, pulsing with need. Wetness coated my thighs, and I ached to feel anything between them to ease the building need. Did I want this?

  Yes.

  Did I want it with Ash?

  I met his eyes again for only a moment—but a moment was all I needed. With Parker’s arms around me, the answer was easy.

  Yes.

  I rolled my hips, biting Parker’s chin. “You know it does.” He groaned, his muscles tightening behind me like an animal ready to pounce. “No sex,” I clarified before we got too far into the moment.

  “No sex,” he agreed. His hand shifted from my hip to between my legs, cupping me, looking directly to Ash. “This is mine.”

  “Fair enough,” Ash agreed. “Maybe just a taste?”

  “She does taste awfully sweet,” Parker murmured against my neck, his hand gently massaging between my legs, inching my dress higher.

  Air brushed the wet heat between my legs just before his fingers slid through my folds. I gasped at the swipe and burned with the knowledge that Ash caught his first glimpse of my pussy—that he’d get more than a glance by the end of the night.

  Parker stroked his damp fingers along my bottom lip, and my tongue followed, tasting myself.

  “I’m gonna need a bed ASAP,” Ash growled.

  We moved to Parker’s room just off the living room, and the French doors clicked closed like a director’s clapboard starting the action. Parker gently brushed his fingers up one arm, across my back, and down the other. “How would you like her?”

  “On the bed. Legs spread wide. I want to eat her pussy.”

  I’d always called Ash’s eyes the pools leading to sin, but those were empty words compared to the depth of desire in them now. I’d had no idea how deep they went, but I knew I’d get a glimpse tonight.

  Parker directed us to the bed, scooting back until he was pressed to the pillows. He shed his shirt before pulling me up between his legs—my back to his front. Ash’s shirt went next, and I marveled at the lean ripple of muscle covering every inch. He’d always been ripped, even in high school, but over the years, he bulked up and had a few tattoos across his hard flesh. He crawled up the bed and never looked away from my gaze once. Not even when Parker’s calloused tips started at my knee and scraped up my thigh, hitting the hem of my dress and tugging that to my hips.

  The cool air brushed starkly against the wet heat saturating my core. Just the slightest sensation felt like too much, like a feather in the wind waiting to be tipped over the edge, but it was nothing compared to when Parker gripped the inside of my knees and pulled them apart.

  Ash’s eyes dropped then and landed on my core like a physical touch, dragging a needy whimper from my parted lips. My chest heaved for air, trying to keep up with my racing heart, pumping adrenaline and fire through my veins. Needing an anchor, I linked my fingers with Parker’s and held on.

  Ash scooted closer and, without looking away, asked, “What about her tits. Can I play with them?”

  “If she’ll allow it.”

  I nodded before he finished answering.

  Ash’s hand moved at a snail’s pace closing the distance between us, and when he finally reached me, it was a butterfly-soft touch, stroking the smooth wet folds. Up one side and down the other, each time with a little more pressure, the circle closing in until he parted my pussy and finally circled down around my opening and up past my clit. I rocked my hips, searching for friction, only earning me a dark chuckle.

  “Eager.”

  “Horny,” I growled in response.

  Another deep laugh, but as if his finger was attached to his body, when he leaned forward, his finger slid inside. Another finger joined the f
irst, and he stopped a breath away from my mouth as if he wanted to taste me there but knew he couldn’t. He locked me in his gaze, inches apart, and slid his fingers in and out, the sound of my core trying to suck him back in obscene and blending with my whimpering cries.

  “She’s tight,” Ash uttered.

  “So fucking tight. If I was a less jealous man, I’d let you feel it yourself, but unfortunately for you, I’m not.”

  “I’ll take this.”

  “How many times did you fantasize about Nova in high school?” Parker asked.

  I almost scoffed and said never for him when he shocked me. “So many times. I jerked off to the thought of bending sweet little Nova over the couch in our practice space and fucking right through that little virgin hymen.” At my wide-eyed stare, he smirked and shoved in hard, pulling a cry from me. “But not nearly as many times as you did.”

  “I think I have everyone beat. Her pussy was all I thought about. Totally worth the wait.”

  “We’ll see.” Ash leaned in and diverted to my chin, sucking down my neck into my cleavage.

  As he progressed lower, Parker worked the other side, tugging both straps of my dress off my shoulders. As if Ash was waiting, as soon as the material cleared my nipples, he pounced, sucking the tip into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

  “Pierced fucking nipples. Fuck yeah,” he said in awe, almost to himself. He tortured and teased, moving from one breast to the other, working in tandem with Parker—while he sucked, Parker played. All the while, his fingers twisting and pulling and swirling until I was sure there was a mess on the bed under me.

  Finally, Ash skipped over my bunched-up dress and wedged his shoulders between my thighs, his hot breath gentle puffs to my overly sensitized skin. I tried to thrust up to reach his mouth only to have him pull back and tsk.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  “Supernova is a desperate little beggar. I fucking approve,” Ash taunted.

  Parker’s laugh rumbled against my back, and frankly, I wasn’t sure this was what I imagined being tortured by two men at once was like.

  No, it was better. Yes, I wanted Ash to make me come, but the torture added to the tension, pulling the string tighter and tighter like a twisting screw, and I knew that once it snapped, it’d be heaven.

  I trembled against Parker, holding on to wherever I could reach of him, my forehead growing damp from balancing on the edge for so long. Ash took his sweet time, sucking my folds, lapping along my thighs, barely brushing his tongue inside me, and ending with a light flick of his tongue to my clit. I wanted to wait patiently and scream all at once. I hadn’t even begun coming, and I already felt torn in half.

  Parker added to the painful pleasure by cupping my breasts, teasing the tips with swirls and pinches until I wanted to sob in need.

  When I started to lose myself to the moment, Ash latched on tight, sucking my clit hard at the same time he shoved three fingers deep, and like I’d touched jumper cables, I jolted over the edge. Screaming moans ripped from deep inside me as I came fully apart, watching this man devour my pussy.

  “Fucking. Again,” he ordered like a savage animal, diving back in for more.

  “I-I-can’t—”

  “You will,” Parker demanded in my ear. He pinched my nipples, and right as I started coming down from my last orgasm, another took hold, and I flew even further.

  Ringing crescendoed, and black closed in around the edges, my body just one long pulsing orgasm.

  “Need you,” Parker groaned against my neck. “Need inside you.”

  Ash pulled me toward him, still fingering my pussy as Parker rustled out of his clothes behind me.

  “I’m gonna watch you ride him, imagining it’s me. I’m gonna sit right there,” he nodded to the chair in the corner, “and watch him stretch that tight little cunt around his fat cock. I’m going to see everything.”

  His words kept me more on edge than his fingers.

  “I’m going to watch your tits bounce from him fucking up into you so hard. I’m going to watch your ass grind on him, imagine crawling up behind you and fucking that tight asshole—both of us at the same time.”

  “Parker,” I whimpered. I needed him.

  “Show me,” Ash ordered, releasing me.

  He did as promised and moved to the chair. Like a woman possessed, I turned to find Parker waiting for me, already stroking his thick length, and I couldn’t wait another second to have him inside me.

  I crawled over him, holding him tall at my entrance, and sank down. We both groaned, and I didn’t stop until he filled me with every inch.

  “Fuck, you’re so swollen and wet.”

  Resting my hands on his chest, I lifted up and fell down, rocking my hips back at the same time. My legs shook from the exertion of holding myself so tensely when Ash ate me out, but nothing would stop me from having Parker.

  “God damn,” Ash groaned. I glanced over to find him with his dick, just as long and thick as Parker, in his hand, using a rough, fast grip.

  Parker pushed up, hitting deep inside, and I focused my attention back on him. I rocked harder, racing toward another orgasm, unsure how I could survive another one. Parker gripped my hips and pulled himself up to suck on my nipples, and helped me move. I held onto his head, sinking my fingers into his damp hair, and ground myself down to get friction on my clit.

  “You are fucking perfect,” Parker muttered against my chest. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

  “Yes. Please.”

  He fell back again and held me in place as he fucked up inside me, taking his thumb to brush my clit. All the while, Ash watched. I saw what he told me he would see, and the picture was too much. I came. My nails dug into Parker’s chest, and I held on, squeezing his cock tight until moments later, he spilled inside me.

  When we both came down, my skin prickled with goosebumps from the sweat drying on my skin. Behind me, rustling clothes let me know Ash was dressing, and it was probably time to cover back up, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

  Instead, I sat atop Parker and enjoyed every lingering pulse around him. The bed dipped before warm lips pressed to my shoulder. “Thank you,” Ash said.

  With that, the door opened and closed, and it was just Parker and me.

  He laid me back, slipping free to roll on top, and kissed me until I was sure I’d pass out.

  Again, like in the van, and almost every time after, he pulled back, looking deep into my eyes like he was truly seeing me, and what he found made him happy. “You’re everything.”

  And just like every time before, I struggled to choke back the words I love you.

  I didn’t know why I didn’t just say it. Maybe some girlish thought that I needed him to say it first? Maybe just lingering fear. Whatever the reason was for me not saying it, it didn’t affect how much I loved him because it swelled more and more each day until I had no more room to give. He filled me, and I couldn’t remember it being any other way. I didn’t want to.

  He got up to get a towel and wiped between my legs before tossing it aside and pulling me into his arms.

  All at once, the shock from the photographer, the excitement of Ash joining us, and just the comfort of Parker’s arms, hit me, pulling my lids down like weights.

  Happiness engulfed us both because we finally made it. We finally broke out of our loop, and we were making this work. We’d finally got what we’d wanted all along. I fell asleep feeling invincible—confident in our future.

  Nothing could shake us.

  I was wrong.

  Twenty-Seven

  Parker

  P A S T

  The crowd chanted our name, and we each looked to each other with massive, goofy-ass grins, all thinking the same thing: This is it.

  This was happening for us.

  It was by far our biggest show yet with the rowdiest crowd. When Nova joined us on stage halfway through, we really hit our stride—I hit my stride. I’d locked eyes with her, and everything faded away—eve
n the hundreds of fans singing our song—our song.

  And it couldn’t have happened on a better night. We’d walked in, and the bartender let us know some music execs were stopping by to check out the performers tonight.

  I tossed my pick to the crowd like I was some actual rock star, and Oren joined me by lobbing his broken sticks up, and girls reached for them like they were the bride’s bouquet at a wedding.

  Fucking surreal.

  We practically floated off the stage, and I only had one thing on my mind—Nova. After our night talking to our parents, things had been…harder.

  We’d worked harder once school was out, constantly fighting for our next spot on a stage.

  Nova worked harder on hiding her growing anxiety over the comments directed at her and the letters that still came. At the end of each show, a letter waited. Every video to YouTube included twenty comments from the same person. But nothing ever happened, so we pushed it aside, focusing on the next performance.

  And Nova and I had to work ten times harder than ever before to keep our bodies in check. Every day my muscles clenched with the need to pull her into my arms and have her, but somehow, we held back.

  But there was no holding back tonight when the surge of adrenaline hit.

  The guys all chest bumped and manly hugged our excitement while Nova stood back laughing, but as soon as they parted, there she stood, and I couldn’t stop my body from gravitating toward her if I tried.

  I walked over, my eyes locked on hers, getting the same look in return. Without any warning, I bent down and picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and kissed her. Every kiss hit just as intensely as the first time, and I wasn’t sure we could pull back from it anymore. I didn’t want to.

  “You’re amazing—everything,” I whispered against her smiling lips.

  “I don’t want to stop kissing you,” she admitted.

  “Then don’t. Ever. Fuck everything. We’ll figure it out.”

  She nodded, and I went back in for more. In that moment, I could have said we’d make it to the moon, and I’d believe it. We were on a high.