“Hey, you said the album was important,” I jabbed back.
He rolled his eyes.
“I was trying to give you what you wanted.” I tugged him to me by the waist of his leather pants. “Which was a killer album.”
“Yeah. You gave me that,” he admitted. “I wanted you too, though,” he said, his voice getting rough as he looked at my mouth. He kissed me, just barely, his lips brushing mine.
A shudder ran through me, I was so fucking relieved. “I guess I’m on the slow burn plan.”
“I can respect that,” Danica said gently, and I delved my hand under her hair, around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. I brushed my mouth over her sweet lips. “You almost killed Ashley, though.”
He groaned as I ran my thumb across his bare hip.
“What can I say,” I murmured against her lips, and she sighed into my touch. “I wanted to respect you both.” Then I looked from her to him and back, getting serious. “I wanted the album to be done and out of the way. Maybe I wanted to prove that whatever was between us wouldn’t fuck with it, or with the band. And besides that… yeah, it took me a while.” I shook my head, gathering my thoughts. “Sometimes I get so caught up in my own head… it takes me a while to get to the heart of the matter.”
“And what is that?” she asked me.
“That I love you,” I said simply. “And I can’t see myself being happy any other way than this.” I took one of her hands and I took one of his and held them both, tight. “If you’ll give me a chance.”
“We’re not taking a chance,” Ash said. “We’re taking what we want, from this day on.Allof us.”
Then he grabbed me and kissed me again.
I felt his cock against my hip, hard and hungry. His tongue swept against mine, the metal stud skimming over my tongue, and a deep quake went through my bones. My dick throbbed, desperate for attention. I’d been hard since pretty much the second he told me to kiss Danica, and it didn’t seem like the hard-on would be fading anytime soon.
When he let go, Danica was there, her mouth replacing his, and I kissed her again, deep and slow.
Was this really happening?
I’d had hot three-ways before, but this was already off the charts. I’d never wanted to fuck anyone so badly. I was sweating, and my only fear at this point was the possibility of coming in my pants before I could even get my bare dick near either of them.
I adjusted myself in my leather as Danica ran her hand down my bare back under my jacket, and my nipples tightened. God damn, these pants were tight. And hot.
How long did we have to stay at this party?
All night, probably, seeing as how it wasourparty. Summer would be fucking pissed if we snuck out early, and for good reason.
Fuck, maybe this wasn’t the right night to do this. It was probably gonna be hours before we could all get naked.
“What’s wrong?” Danica gazed up at me, reading my mind, or my body language, maybe, like she so often did—just as Ash tipped my face to his and kissed me again, softly this time, and electricity zinged down my spine. My cock spasmed in my pants, leaking pre-come, and I blew out a breath.
Pace yourself, or you’re gonna die of that heart attack.
“Just thinking what an idiot I am,” I murmured against Ash’s lips.
He chuckled.
“You sure you don’t wanna do this out there…?” I asked them, as Ash skimmed his lips across my jaw and Danica kissed my neck, and I just tried to keep breathing. “I would, you know.”
“Baby steps, Matty,” he muttered. “You have nothing to prove to anyone.” Then he took me by the jaw and looked deep in my eyes. “Except us.”
“I think he’s just done that,” Danica said softly, squeezing my hand.
Then a throat suddenly cleared, someone coughed/choked, and someone that sounded distinctly like Xander said, “Oh, shit.”
We pulled apart, a little, and looked up.
Ronan, Brody and Xander had just piled onto the balcony and now stood staring at us. Ronan tried not to stare. But the other two didn’t even bother trying to pretend they didn’t see what they just saw.
