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her head. His hands slid up her sides, moving her shirt off her, then down her hips to
shove her pants out of the way. She struggled with his jeans, his briefs. It was a strange,
awkward, writhing dance, and suddenly his hips lifted and he was inside her.
She froze over him. She could feel every inch of him, hot and hard, and when she
squeezed down he closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Then in a sudden, not-
quite-expected move, he rolled her over, pinned her to the bed, and fucked her.
God. She spread her legs impossibly wide, pressed her heels against the bends of
his knees as his hips pushed her thighs even farther apart. His mouth went to her neck,
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biting there, then biting her shoulder, her upper arms, her breasts. The thrusting was as
strong and sure as he had been weak and broken when she d come into the room. And
the heat, the strange, soft something&
Power. It was power. What kind of power, she didn t know. It felt like a current
of water but not like water at all. She arched her back, feeling it flow between her
breasts, down her body, over the curve of her neck. She could see nothing, but the
tendrils pouring over her skin were unmistakable.
Jason s thrusts had gone deep, hard, then shallow, and she could feel his whole
body stiffening between her legs and within the curve of her arms. Her own body was
spiraling in on itself, a deep, dangerous whirlpool of sensation gathering where his
body joined hers.
Anticipating his orgasm, and her own, she turned her head to one side.
Erik still sat on the other bed. Watching.
Her eyes met his in a moment of sudden, startling realization, and she came.
Above her, inside her, Jason climaxed simultaneously.
And Erik sat, unmoving, and watched.
Chapter Seven
Kayla woke tangled in bedsheets and Jason s hot, sticky limbs. She turned her
face toward his chest, rubbing her cheek against the rough hair. He was breathing
deeply and slowly, with a rough, scratching sound that wasn t quite a snore.
For a few long minutes she lay there, quiet against him, breathing in his smell.
Then she moved a little away, and heard the sound of another person in the room.
Erik, of course. He lay sprawled on his stomach across the other bed, on top of
the covers and still fully clothed. His face was mashed into the pillow, and he, too, slept
deeply and a little noisily.
Kayla watched him for a few minutes as well, feeling Jason s breathing behind
her. Both men were dead to the world. She knew why Jason was exhausted -- they d
wrung each other dry -- but Erik hadn t even touched himself that she d seen.
She frowned, thinking about what had happened last night. Wondering why it
didn t bother her more than it did. Somehow Erik and Jason were connected -- she
understood that much from what Erik had told her. More than just bandmates or
friends. There was something else, something she didn t understand and wasn t sure
she wanted to.
It might be unavoidable, though. She had a part in all this, too, if Erik was to be
believed. And, regardless of the strangeness of what he d told her, she did believe him.
Finally, she carefully disentangled herself from Jason. She was hot and sticky, as
well, from having him sprawled half over her through the night, and from the sex.
Everything in the bed still smelled musky, a thick, heady odor of arousal and come.
She needed a shower. Hopefully the noise wouldn t wake the men up in spite of
the smallness of the room. Regardless, she was going to get clean.
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The small bathroom had fixtures as retro as the rest of the room appeared to be,
but the faucets and the old-fashioned shower head sat side-by-side with modern knobs
and a pulsing massage head, as if the hotel s remodeling had focused on preserving the
old feel of the place while allowing guests to experience the modern amenities they
were used to. It was an odd effect, but somehow it managed to be charming.
She adjusted the water, glad to find it quickly hot, and with good pressure.
Under the pounding stream -- with a bit of a massage added in, of course -- she felt the
sticky residue of the night sluice off her skin. She scrubbed and shampooed with the
fragrant soaps the hotel provided, then scrubbed dry with a big towel of Egyptian
cotton.
By the time she d pulled on fresh clothes, she d almost forgotten there was
anything to be concerned about in the small hotel room. She combed her damp hair
straight back, brushed her teeth, and headed back out of the bathroom.
She froze in the small raised area between the bathroom and the bedroom,
staring. Erik wasn t in his own bed anymore. He was in Jason s bed. Under Jason, in
fact, in much the same position she herself had been in only a few hours ago. The sleek,
fluid undulation of Jason s body between Erik s thighs was unmistakable.
Kayla couldn t move. She just stared. Her brain shut down for a moment, then,
as it came back online, she realized the biggest surprise was that she was surprised at
all. Or that it hurt, in that quick stab of, Oh, my God, that arrowed down through the
middle of her chest.
She had known this. The look Erik had given both of them last night had been
full of many things, and one of them was this -- that he knew Jason s body every bit as
well as Kayla did. Probably better. And that whatever lay between the two men,
nothing she could do would disrupt or change it.
So what did she do now? She could just stand there, her mouth gaping open like
a grouper s, until they finished. And then what? Storm out in a rage? How would that
help or change anything?
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Then Erik s head shifted ever so slightly, his eyes opened, and he looked right at
her. His brows compressed a bit, his mouth tightened. Not in disapproval, she sensed.
Concern, more likely. Slowly, he raised a hand from Jason s sweat-sheened back and
held it out to her.
Jason stilled between Erik s legs. He turned his head and looked back over his
shoulder. He couldn t possibly see her from that angle -- she was almost directly behind
them -- but he knew she was there. He nodded once.
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