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“Babe.” Dylan rolled the condom onto his hard length, then caught my chin and lifted, steering my gaze up to meet his, which was raw with lust. “Saw you looking at Ash and Summer tonight.”

“There’s nothing going on between me and Summer,” Ashley said. He hooked a finger in the back of my panties and tugged. Then he slipped his other hand inside.

“Okay,” I said, my breath catching as Ashley’s fingers slid right on down and under, slipping against my wet opening. I bucked my hips back to meet his touch.

“And this way,” he said, “we don’t have to worry about you hopping on a plane and jetting off to the other side of the globe without telling us.”

“Hngh…” I couldn’t quite formulate a sensible response, with his fingers teasing my pussy and Dylan peeling my panties down my thighs. Dylan slid his hand over my clit and massaged me with his palm, making me arch my hips toward him now, hungry for more… just as Ashley pushed a finger up inside me.

I gripped Dylan’s shoulder and held on, because fuck. As usual, the sensations of them both touching me… it was too much to register, too much to anticipate, too much to process. The feelings just took over and melted my thoughts to incoherent mush.

“So we’re clear?” Dylan’s voice was all husky as his gaze slid down to my mouth. He pushed my panties all the way down my legs, sliding them off my feet with his foot. “Anyone wants to hook up with someone else, they tell the other two first. Anyone wants to jet off to Thailand, they tell the other two first.”

“Okay,” I breathed, unsure how they’d gotten me to agree when I was supposed to be thinking about this. But right now, fuck thinking. “Deal…” Then his mouth slid over mine, and we were done talking.

Other than when Ashley whispered some filthy, filthy words into my ear while Dylan hiked up my thigh and rammed his cock into me… we didn’t speak another world.

Chapter Twenty

Dylan

“Jealous?”

I punched Ash lightly on the shoulder. His only response was to glare at me. Then his eyes locked on Amber’s ass as she disappeared into my boat.

I could feel his jealousy when I’d asked her to come into the city with me so I could bring her to rehearsal, then take her to dinner.

But fuck it.

I wanted to show her more of my world.

And I wanted some time with her, on my terms, when she didn’t have one pretty toe out the fucking door.

Since Katie’s art show a few nights ago, when we’d asked Amber to be exclusive with us, she’d still been acting flighty. But that hadn’t dampened my desire to lock her down. If anything, the hard-to-get thing was kinda driving me nuts.

I hated chasing women, but for some reason, it was getting me hot trying to cage this one in.

Way hot.

Every time she looked at me and her green eyes softened a little more, it got me hard.

Every time she fucked me, it felt like a small victory.

But she was still too wild, too unpredictable, too fucking skittish. She still kept dropping comments about “When I’m in Thailand…” and “When I head overseas…” Bullshit like that. And I wasn’t having it. Not if there was anything I could do about it.

I wanted the girl here, in my fucking time zone. In my house. In my bed.

I just plain wanted her around.

Didn’t feel like I had to explain that to Ash or ask his permission.

Besides, Ash was just being fucking greedy. He got to have her to himself pretty much all day lately, every day, since Dirty had been in daily rehearsals at the church.

Today, she was mine.

So we headed out in the Dirty Deed, leaving Ash on the dock feeling sorry for himself. But not before Amber kissed him goodbye, and he’d grabbed her ass and locked her into a several-minute make out while I got the boat ready. Then I’d grabbed her hand and propelled her up into the boat while he grinned and adjusted his wood, winking at me like a prick.

I knew he envied the fact that I got to take her to work with me. But more than that, he was jealous that I got to go play with my band at all.

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