Page 90 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

He kisses me, open mouthed, teeth clanking against mine. “That was the plan.”

He presses into me, and my back arches off the dock as I take him in, inch by greedy inch. It’s heavy, the weight of him, and the friction is exquisite. Water-slick skin, all heat and tightness and a little bit of ache.

He bottoms out, one hand caging the back of my neck, the other raking down to clutch my ass, and trembling. I’m pierced, full, absolutely, fully fucking impaled.

I can feel the ridge of his cock, his hips grinding deeper, owning my belly and spine and a place in me I forgot I had.

There’s no softness to him, none of that sweet, slow-building anticipation. He takes me like a dare, like anger and lust and maybe some new need he doesn’t want to name.

His forehead presses to mine and he sets a pace, hard and fast, not giving me time to recover from the last shudder before he’s knocking the next one loose from me.

My chest ripples, nipples drawn tight from cold and pleasure both. I let him slam into me like he’s playing his old encore, greatest hits only, but all the verses are for me.

I’m clawing at his back, teeth in his shoulder, and he’s saying my name, over and over.

I come again, more violent than the first, the climax bright in my chest, wringing out stars and nothing else. I see blankness, hear only the slap of our bodies and the roar in my head.

He follows, teeth gritted, head thrown back, coming so hard I feel it beat through his entire frame. The sensation of him shuddering through pleasure steals all the breath from my lungs completely.

We stay there for a long, wild moment, fused and shaking, breathing like we’ve just run a marathon. Then Xander, bastard that he is, grins down at me, so wolfish that I’m half afraid and half ready to go again.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?” I let my eyes flutter shut, baring my throat to the sky.

“You’re the one who started it.” He kisses my jaw, my cheek, my ear, softer now, but a weird coldness overcomes me.

It wasn’t my smartest idea, that much is obvious. I don’t give myself over to a man who’s never going to really want me like that.

But damn, it was a whole lot of fun.

SIXTEEN

Julian

Iknow something’s off before Xander even opens his mouth.

I’ve known him long enough to recognize the shift. The way he holds himself a little tighter. There’s a tension sitting under his skin he hasn’t decided what to do with yet.

We’re in the main room, late. The studios have gone still, the last of the engineers gone home, the air settling into that silence that always follows creation.

Gabe’s at the table, laptop open, glasses on, scrolling through something that might be numbers and probably is numbers, because that’s his love language.

I’m stretched out on the couch again, different day, same questionable life choices, spinning my guitar pick over my knuckles while I stare at the ceiling and think about absolutely nothing.

Which is a lie.

Because I’ve been thinking about Willow all day.

The way she laughs when she forgets not to. The way she looks at you, seeing right through whatever version of yourself you’re trying to sell.

It’s distracting.

And I don’t get distracted.

“Julian. Do you have a moment?”

I don’t move. “That depends. Is this a business conversation or a life-threatening one?”

Xander doesn’t take the bait. “Sit up.”