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“But you’re more than friends now. Your relationship has evolved into something deeper. Hasn’t it?” I don’t want to hear his answer, but I need the truth so I can figure out how to move on from here.

He looks away and doesn’t reply.

My heart breaks for him. And for myself. “You love him.” I force the bad-tasting words out.

“Maybe.” Part of my soul crushes from the impact.

I go out on a limb. I have nothing to lose. “You think it’s possible to love two people at the same time?”

His gaze swings back into mine with enough force to knock the air from my lungs. “Definitely.”

I don’t dare make any assumptions. That would be asking for trouble. But his answer is a step in the right direction. And right now, it’s all I’ve got.

“If it makes any difference, I don’t think you’re a freak.”
I think you’re perfect.
I stand and drag my fingers over his drums as I round the kit. I stop before him. Still self-conscious, but I pretend I’m not.

He appraises me from head to toe. Primal hunger seeps into his expression. “You’re naked, Jinx.”

I glance down. “Yeah.”

If my dreams could take on physical form, I’d be smothered under him right now, gasping for air as he pounded the hell out of me.

He takes a nipple stud between his thumb and forefinger and pulls gently. I shut my lids, basking in his closeness, this new intimacy. He palms the underside of my breast, works it in slow, agonizing circles.

“Does my relationship with Rax bug you?”

Yes.
“No. It…confuses me.”

“I see it as pretty straightforward. We’re friends who fuck women together. And sometimes each other.”

“I noticed.”

He latches on and suckles my breast, flicking the nipple hard with his tongue. A loud hiss sneaks out of my mouth, and I clamp an arm around his neck. He’s trying to kill me.

I want him so badly, but while I’ve got him in a chatty mood, I’ll try for more answers. Talking is more important than sex. Against my libido’s will, I gently push him back. His hand reestablishes its grip, and he stares wistfully at the stud between his fingers.

“I need you to be straight with me. When we first went on tour, you acted like you had a…thing for me. I gave you that poorly executed lap dance on New Year’s Eve, and you seemed to like it. Then you just… switched off. Shut me out. Did I do something to turn you away?”

He lets go of my boob, and the temperature in the room drops a couple of degrees.

Shit.

“Am I that hideous?” My chest tightens.

His head whips back my way. “No. Don’t ever say that shit. You’re…I think you’re beautiful.”

My stomach does a belly flop.
Me
? Beautiful? To
him
?

“Then, what happened? Everything was fine, then all of a sudden…kaput.”

“You know what happened.”

I smooth his rough cheek, searching his face for the answer. “No, I don’t.”

“The day you caught Rax and me going at it on the bus?”

“What about it?”

“I figured you were totally disgusted.”

“You figured wrong.” Hurt, more like. Jealous. Disappointed it wasn’t me he fondled. Not disgusted.

“Like I said. Rax and I have history. Can’t change that.”

“Toombs, you’re a bisexual man who’s in love with his best friend. I have no intention of coming between you. You’re happy with Rax. I just hate seeing him pushing you around. You deserve to be treated better.” Again, I overstep the line. I wish my damn feelings would quit getting in the way of good sense. I shake my head. “I’m sorry. It’s not my business.”

He tugs me into his embrace and dives into my lips without warning. A surprised whimper escapes me. His warm tongue caresses mine, strokes it like the brush of a cat’s tail across goosebumped skin on a cold night. I’m entombed in his tenderness, his presence, his undeniable light beaming from the darkness he tries to project. My limbs lose solidity and turn to jelly. After months of yearning, needing, pining for him, it’s time to cash in my chips.

I surrender.

Toombs supports me with wiry arms tight around my naked torso. His hard length presses against his pants, and his lips part in a soft smile that ignites my insides. He cradles the back of my head in the crook of his elbow. Our hearts pound together. I lay a hand on his chest, absorb the beats, and close my eyes. So strong.

I love him. God. It’s true.

He presses his forehead to mine and gazes into my eyes. “I want to bury my cock deep inside you, Jinx. Just the two of us.”

Disarmed but eager to jump on that action, I nod. “Just the two of us.” Please, God. Take me before Rax wakes up. I rub the erection staging a jailbreak in his pants, tracing the faint outlines of his beads and the Prince Albert stud protruding from the tip. I drop to my knees and spring his hard-on free, right into my open mouth.

I ride his cock with my tongue, taking him deep in my throat with eager swirls and stretches. I study his handsome face from my lower vantage point and revel in the gasps I elicit from him.
I’m
making him hot. Not Rax.
Me
.

He tames my hair, cups my chin, and stares into my eyes as I suck him off. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pulls his dick from my grip and leans down to kiss me again.

It’s official. I’m in love with his lips. I think I could go the rest of my life never touching another part of him if I could just keep his mouth. His tenderness overwhelms me. The way he puts his entire body into a kiss reminds me of when he played drums for Killer Dixon. I used to watch him from the side stage. My pussy throbbed, my hips swayed, and my limbs twitched in time to his beats. No part of Toombs was still when he sat behind his kit. He was a whirlwind of smooth, rolling motion. Now is no different.

Movement. All about the movement.

My nipples harden with the ghost swipe of his T-shirt. He tugs on the piercing through my hood, and I nearly lose my footing. A slow grin creeps across his face. “Are you wet?”

I narrow my eyes on his. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” I guide his fingers in and out of the slick folds, smearing liquid sex over my labia and clit. Messy. So deliciously messy.

“Sit on my face, Jinx.” His cinnamon breath against my lips is divine. Though the words form a command, they sound more like a request.

I inhale long and deep. “Yes.”

“Grind your pussy into my mouth…Fucking
smother
me with it…” His tone turns forceful.

Oh God. “Yes.”

“I’m gonna tongue fuck you until you scream so loud, the dead will cover their ears.” He exhales down the length of my neck and back up to my ear.

I tremble. “Yes, please.”

His fingers dip inside me. I hiss.

“Then, I’m gonna pound that worn-out cunt until you come again. And again. Until you can’t see straight. Maybe I’ll take your ass too, just for the fuck of it.” With a subtle swivel of his hips, his dick paints a clear line of pre-cum over my belly. I smear it into my skin.

Hunger flares, consumes me, blurs my vision.

My head tilts back, and I cling to him. I need him like my lungs need air.

“Yes,” I moan. “Do it, Toombs. All of it. I just want to be yours. If only for a little while. Make me…yours.”

He hefts me up, supporting my ass in the chair of his folded arms. My legs wrap around his waist. He turns me toward the bed and launches me onto the mattress. I giggle. Half a second later, he’s on top of me, feasting on my breast and fingering my wetness at lightning speed. The giggles stop abruptly, replaced with hardcore grinding. His lips skip up to mine, he paws my cheek with his free hand, and I’m submerged in the ocean of
him
. Drowning.

Ecstatically so.

He draws a glistening digit across his mouth and licks it while targeting me within his sights. I dart out my tongue for a taste, and he smiles as I imbibe too. I’m jonesing for the oral he promised me. I roll him off and push him onto his back. I let go of my fears, straddle his shoulders, and lower myself to his parted lips.

His groan vibrates the super-sensitive flesh, and I cry out. I twist a length of my hair into a rope and bite down on it to keep my slutty commentary on Toombs’s cunnilingus mastery to myself. If Rax hears us, he’ll want in on the action. Can’t have him crashing this party.

Lifting my butt to give him a different angle, I watch him buried under my muff. He’s all in, hands clamping my thighs in place, flicking the metal through my hood soft and slow one moment, hard and rough the next. He’s a mix of eager-to-please lover and lust-blinded seducer. I never know what to expect from second to second.

Kind of like his relationship with Rax. I’m not sure where I stand in the middle of that storm, but at least it now seems I have
some
role to play. Whipping wind, pelting rain, or a dwelling in the direct path of destruction? I’m guessing the latter.

Hot puffs of air sear my skin, punctuating the sanctity of this intimacy we share. He slaps his palms to my butt cheeks and guides me up, down, left, right, in, and out. His tongue swirls, thrusts, caresses.

“I’m gonna come. Toombs, stop.” I grasp the headboard to keep my balance. Endorphins raging, I picture myself pulling a Hulk, ripping the wood from its frame, and lobbing it through the window. God, the high is consuming.

Instead of stopping, or even slowing down, he launches another attack with renewed vigor on the mess that used to be my pussy. His mouth, chin, and cheeks are slathered with evidence of me. His lids flutter shut, staccato breaths race. He swipes the puddle between my legs as I grind harder against his face. I gasp when those freshly lubed digits ease inside the other hole and prime my ass.

I freeze and stare down at him. His tongue slows to match the new rhythm the fingers lay down. I don’t want to enjoy this. Anal is not my thing, but his strokes—both in front and back—are killing me in the best way.

Holy hell. Toombs is tonguing my pussy and fingering my ass.

And
now
, I’m going to come.

A slow moan builds as the orgasm sneaks up on me. My head lolls, hair tickles, dancing over my hypersensitive nipples. His tongue beats against my clit in a steady 4/4 rhythm matching the jabs at the back door. Vibrations roll upward from the center of my chest. My hips dance with his face. I fall forward, covering him in shadow, but locking my laser beams on his as the orgasm bounds through me. The release overwhelms, shakes me to my core.

I love you, Toombs. I love you…

Silver irises sparkle. He quietly laps up the outpouring of juices like a man dying of thirst. He relaxes his grip, rubs my hips and thighs. Suffering from temporary loss of brain function, I swing off him. His finger slips out of my butt, taking unwanted guilt with it. I wish I hadn’t enjoyed that part so much.

I lie beside him and palm his erection, fondling the beads under his skin. I wonder how they’d feel in my ass.

God, what am I thinking?

I’m thinking about anal, that’s what.
Sinner.

I turn to his lips for a distraction. Pressing mine against his, I taste myself. So wrong. So right. So bad. So good. “Thank you. You’re…amazing.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you come, Jinx.” He glances to his dick. “I almost came with you.”

I run my hand along his length and frisk it. “I wish you had. But since you didn’t, what can I do to remedy that situation?” I can’t say it, but I want his cum all over me. I want him to mark me as his. I want to rub it into my skin, lick it, smear it into my wet pussy…

But that wouldn’t be safe.

“How about I grab the condoms?” I don’t wait for his answer. I hop out of bed and tiptoe into the main room. Rax is still asleep, his naked ass exposed, peeking from the white sheets, dark hair splayed around his head like a demonic halo. I take a few condoms from the box on the table. The bottle of lube taunts me. After a moment’s debate, I snatch it too and return to Toombs.

He’s waiting for me near the door. He plucks a packet and launches a pussy-drenching assault on my lips. I melt into him as he struggles to free the rubber from its packaging. Tracing the contours of my mouth with his tongue, he rolls the condom down one-handed and presses the beast to my belly. I toss the lube and extra packets to the bed, stroking him, nipping his lips. He groans.

“I love it when you bite me,” he whispers against my teeth. “Do it again.” There’s that same demand inherent in the words, but weakened to a plea by his gentle tone.

I grin and lick his bottom lip instead. My breasts graze his chest as I subtly sway on tiptoes.

“Fucking tease.”

Assuming command of his length, I lift a leg and hook it around the top of his thigh. His eyes narrow, and I ease him into my pussy. The beads on top swipe my clit on the way in, and I shudder as I welcome each one. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I pray the flurry of breaths rushing in and out of my lungs is enough to convince him I need to be mounted to the wall behind me with his studded and pearled dick.

Supporting my weight, he backs me up. Sure enough, my spine impacts the wall with a crack. He guides my other thigh around him, lifting me off my feet. His arms form a cradle for my butt to rest on while he pounds me. I open as wide as my legs will allow and welcome his rough thrusts, bouncing in the human sex chair. The raised beads lodged under his skin bash my pierced clit, driving it to a frenzy of primal pain-filled pleasure. Even though I came only a few minutes ago, Toombs has me primed and eager for another explosion.

“Slow down,” I tell him. “I need to feel every inch of you. Every pearl. One at a time. Slow…”

He obliges and seems to rein himself in by pressing another long, sweet kiss to my lips. I’ve never been with a man who puts his entire body, his entire
being
into a kiss, the way Toombs Badcock does. It’s hard to decide where to focus—the dripping lips downstairs screaming for release, or the hungry lips up top being worshipped like a goddess. Spicy and sweet. What a combination.

Toombs seems to have multiple personalities in the bedroom—one designed for love and the other for lust. Half Romeo, half Don Juan. Wonder if that’s how Rax views him too. Probably not. Rax thrives off lust. It’s his motivation for being.