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“Come on. Let’s go get the stuff and get out of here as quickly as possible.”
He pulls me up to my feet, and I can’t resist one more kiss when I reach him, a thought occurring to me at the same time.
“You got the one bed, right?” I waggle my brows at him.
His responding groan has me flaring with heat again as I imagine myself making him do that again, but this time thanks to my own mouth. “Trouble,” he whispers as he guides me toward the staircase.
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Logan
“Gwen. Logan. Over here!”
Dottie calls us over to where the band is shaking hands and patting backs. Their road team is already dismantling their equipment on the stage, working in a synchronized dance with speed that is honestly incredibly impressive.
Gwen squeezes my hand as we approach the group ahead of us. It’s not just any group. It’s Frederick Jacobs and his band, a staple on the music charts, for the last couple of decades. And somehow he knows my mom.
Dottie smiles wide as we approach, her hand excitedly waving us over. It seems she has even more energy after the show, as if she was recharged by the music. I have to say I understand that feeling. My eyes jump over to Gwen next to me, something I always find myself doing any chance I get. But this time is different. This time I still have the taste of her on my tongue, and I’m already craving more.
More of her moans. More of her losing control under my touch. Just more of her.
“Margot’s son!” A deep voice, husky from performing, booms toward us. I catch Gwen’s eyes widen before turning back toward the group as we make the final steps toward them.
“This is wild,” Frederick places his hands on his hips, shaking his head in disbelief.
When we finally stop in front of them, I reach my hand out for a shake. Which seems to be hilarious to Frederick as he tosses his head back, his wild curls peppered with some grey shaking everywhere, with a deep belly laugh. I glance at Dottie in confusion, wondering if I did something wrong, when two arms are wrapped tightly around me. I’m not a little guy, so the music must give him an energy boost as well as he heaves my feet off the ground for a second before releasing me.
Turning toward Gwen, his expression turns sultry as he reaches out to grab her right hand, bringing it to his lips as he bows toward her.
“And a red-headed goddess. How lucky am I?”
I watch as he places a chaste kiss on the back of her hand, refraining from decking the man right here and now. It must read all over my face because Frederick chuckles when he rights himself and looks back at me.
“You can reel it in, man. That’s your girl. It’s written all over your face.” He tosses a wink at Gwen, who is turning as red as her hair. Her small smattering of freckles along her nose flares to life, and I want to lean over and kiss every single one of them.
Later, I promise myself.
I clear my throat to ease the tension growing again in my body. I feel like I’m strung tight, ready to lose it all at the simplest brush of the beauty beside me.
“Thanks for helping us out with the donations. This will bring in a lot for our town.”
Frederick waves a hand at me. “No problem, man. Anything for Margot. Speaking of,” he leans toward me. “Has she ever brought me up?”
I shake my head. “Notuntil now.”
I expect a dejected look to cross his face, but instead I’m met with a wicked grin. “Right on. I guess our time together is still a precious moment to her.”
Dottie steps up with a roll of her eyes and a backhand to Frederick’s chest. “Okay, Freddy. Stop talking about the kid’s mother. He looks like he might hurl at the thought of you two together.”
“It was a beautiful time. Hell, this could have been my kid if only he were a few years older. Those college years, man.” He sighs wistfully. “Anyway, did you enjoy the show? These venues are always electric. The intimacy of it really gets to me.”
My chest warms, shooting its own electric feeling straight to my dick as I think of just how intimate it was. I silently beg my dick to chill the fuck out because I was not going to get a hard-on in front of them.
Gwen giggles awkwardly. “It was wonderful. Thank you for having us. The VIP section was too much, but so much fun.”
“Did y’all drink your champagne?” Dottie asks. “I’ll grab you another if you want. Take it home with you. Have your own little afterparty.” Her finger jumps between us before she smirks, placing her long red fingernail between her teeth. Her coy smile is aimed right at Gwen. “The sexual tension here is delicious, if I do say so myself. Y’all wouldn’t be looking for a third tonight, would you?”
Instinctively, I pull Gwen’s hand still locked with mine so that I can angle my body slightly in front of her. A move I wasn’t planning, but one I needed as I laid a claim I could feel deep in my soul.
