Page 19 of To the Moon and Back

I could hardly believe what he was saying. My body did though, even if my brain wasn’t keeping up. My nipples tingled, my skin was super-charged where he was still touching my arm and the scent of him—the outdoors, the storm, a musky cologne—filled my nose.

“No point asking if you’re not up for it though,” he said, trailing his finger up my arm to my neck. He traced a circle in the hollow of my throat, then ran his caress up to my lips. He followed the outline of them, so gently, so slowly, that my knees did that watery thing again and I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest.

“So what do you say?” he asked. “A night of fun?” He paused and breezed his lips over mine.

I knew I should pull back—I was spoken for—but this was different, he was going to ask permission from Rich and Nial.

And did I want them to say yes?

Fuck yeah. What kind of woman, or should that be female rock star, would I be if I didn’t?

“Yes.” I nodded. “You should…ask them, that is.”

He smiled, a sexy, cocky grin—a hunter who’d spotted prey—and licked his lips. “That was the right answer, babe.”

He nodded at the door.

I stepped through it, my entire body buzzing. I had no way of knowing what Rich’s and Nial’s reaction would be. Whether or not they’d be up for it.

My two guys were lounging on the sofa—Rich with The Edge’s guitar on his lap.

Chris was standing with his butt against the table. When he saw us he set aside his empty champagne flute. He looked beyond me, at Jed, a silent question in his eyes.

Jed didn’t respond verbally, but I sensed something pass between them. Chris’s mouth turned up at the corners, just a little bit. “What do you think of the trailer, Lacy?”

“It’s a real home from home.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you think so. More champagne?”

“Er, no, I’m good thanks.”

Jed dimmed the stark overhead light, and a bunch of low-level red LEDs came on around the kitchen area, flooding the place in a seductive glow.

“So Ted has some ideas, huh,” Nial said, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. “To put to us.”

“Of course he has, he has a sharp eye for talent.” Chris nodded at the sofa. “Come sit down, Lacy.”

I did as he’d suggested and he sat close, his leg touching mine. I looked up at Jed. His concentration was firmly on me.

“I wonder what ideas, though.” Rich slid his fingers over the strings of the guitar to create a low hum.

“You’ll find out tomorrow,” Jed said, “and in the meantime…” He paused.

After a moment, Nial said, “In the meantime, what?”

“In the meantime.” Chris took my hand in his and set his attention on Rich and Nial. “We have an idea, too.”

“Oh yeah?” Nial looked from where Chris held me, to Rich, then back to Chris. “What’s that then?”

“We just wondered, since the storm has trapped us in here, and we’re music brothers now, if we could share your woman.”

“Share our woman?” Rich looked up from the guitar, his fingers stilling. “Lacy.”

“She is your woman, both of yours,” Jed said. “Or have I got that wrong?”

“No, you haven’t got that wrong.” Nial’s voice was tight. I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind.

“We’re a threesome,” Rich said, placing the guitar in the stand at his side. “But you understand that concept, judging by the lyrics of Ménage.”

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