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“She does,” Dylan said.

“You’re wondering why we’re not with her anymore,” Ashley said.

“Something like that.”

I glanced at Dylan; his eyelids lowered as he looked at my mouth, in that way he did when he wanted to kiss me. I squeezed his dick and he shifted his hips, spreading his thighs a bit.

“Can’t stay with someone you don’t love,” he said simply.

When I looked at Ashley again to see what he thought of that, he leaned in and kissed me.

* * *

After Kitty’s club, I fucked Dylan in the back of the limo while Ashley went with Con to “get smokes.” Or maybe that was just code for I’ll give you a few minutes to fuck Amber in the back of the limo. But Dylan and I made use of that time. Or, I did.

I pounced on him and rode him like a wild woman. The booze was hitting me, but more than that, it was the high of seeing all those women—and various other people—wanting him, and him wanting me.

I wasn’t even going to pretend to be above it. It was a massive turn on.

I fucked him, hard, until I made him come, and holy hell, was that a turn on. Watching him lose it, feeling him lose it, his cock pulsing and his breaths cutting off and his mouth dropping open, his entire big, muscular body tensing beneath me as I fucked him right over the edge. I came when he did, but it wasn’t enough.

By the time Ashley opened the door and pulled me out of there, I was all wound up.

Lucky for me, Ashley took me back into Kitty’s club and down some back hall, into a bathroom. It was maybe a staff bathroom or something, because no one was around and the music was so far away I could barely hear it thumping through the walls. He pressed me up against the wall, wrapped my legs around his waist, and fucked me.

Having sex in a dirty bar bathroom shouldn’t have been a turn on, but right now, it was. I’d just come with Dylan’s cock inside me. He’d barely gotten his pants back on when Ashley had dragged me out of the limo. And I couldn’t get enough. My pussy was still swollen, so sensitive, and I went off fast, shuddering in Ashley’s arms and crying out as he pounded me. Twice.

Then he came with a groan and buried himself in me.

I was glad we were in a bathroom, actually; by now, I really needed to clean up.

I didn’t say a thing about it, but it wasn’t lost on me how much Ashley liked to fuck me right after Dylan did.

I was becoming accustomed to the pattern, even as it frightened me.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Amber

Suffice it to say, Dylan Cope and Ashley Player knew how to party.

I’d never barhopped so much in my life. I kinda lost track of the different bars we slipped in and out of over the course of the night. The last bar we hit was the most rock ’n’ roll of the lot; some band the guys knew had just come offstage and Highly Suspect’s “Fuck Me Up” was playing, loud, as we walked in.

We met up there with Pepper, the drummer from Ashley’s band, and I was so excited to finally meet a member of the Penny Pushers. Maybe I felt like it would be a window into getting to know Ashley better or something. Maybe I was just drunk and feeling friendly. But apparently Pepper was an enthusiastic dancer, and the two of us hit the dance floor for a while.

Then Pepper bought me a drink and I got chatting with him by one of the bars. Mostly about the Penny Pushers, because I wanted to know more about Ashley’s band. But then I realized, maybe belatedly—thanks to the alcohol—that Pepper seemed to be flirting with me.

Which was weird, since I’d come here with Ashley and Dylan, and I would’ve thought he realized that. But maybe not?

Either way, it was even weirder because I knew he was married; Ashley had mentioned it. But then he dropped some not-quite-casual comment about his wife not being here. Which was all kinds of gross.

I didn’t get the overt feeling that Ashley’s drummer was trying to fuck me, like now. But I got the sense he was definitely trying to stir up trouble. Why? I couldn’t guess. I’d just met the man. He actually seemed like a nice dude. Funny and kind of hyper-friendly but just way too drunk. He seemed like he was maybe in some My-marriage-is-in-trouble-and-I’m-stumbling-around-looking-for-ways-to-make-it-worse phase… or something. Whatever it was, I definitely didn’t want a part in it.

So I decided to steer clear of him for the rest of the night.

In fact, I managed to steer myself all the way to the other side of the crowded bar, completely losing him, Ashley and Dylan… and running into someone from my past.

“Amber!” Stacy squealed when she saw me and leaned in for an air hug and not-quite-touching cheek kiss, both sides. I hadn’t seen her in a long time, yet she looked exactly the same. Aged more than the four years it had been, maybe, but the same. Still blonde, still flashy, still trashy.

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