hadn’t meant to. “Yeah. I needed one for work.”
He buckled himself into the comfortable leather seat across from Michelle. His helicopter seated four comfortably and the seat configuration could be modified to seat eight if necessary. He was in this chopper more often than he was in all of his cars put together.
Jake laughed. “He needed a helicopter, he says.”
It was a fact. Devlin did have to get between his offices in a hurry and the LA traffic was consistently a nightmare, but he wasn’t going to argue about it. He already felt like a tool for mentioning that his helicopter had been built by fucking Mercedes Benz.
“How about you, Jake?” Michelle shouted as the engine whirred to life. “Have you ever been in a helicopter?”
“It’s my first time,” he said and glanced at Devlin. “These things are safe, right?”
“As safe as anything that rises hundreds of feet off the ground.”
“If we‘re killed before I get the two of you into bed, I’m going to take over Hell and figure out a way to raise the dead.”
So Devlin wasn’t imagining things. Jake was coming on to him. Sure, he kept making comments and touching him, but Devlin had convinced himself that Jake was just joking around.
Michelle laughed. “You act like you’ve had a threesome before,” she said.
“Because I have,” Jake said, his hand tightening on his knee as the chopper lifted off the ground.
Maybe that was part of the rock star lifestyle he’d been talking about earlier.
“Are you being serious, Jake? You wouldn’t pull my leg, would you?” Michelle asked.
“I’d rather pull your hair.” His other hand tightened on his opposite knee as the aircraft flew rather close to a skyscraper. “Okay,” he said breathlessly. “When do we land?”
“You aren’t afraid, are you?” Devlin asked.
Jake’s grip on his knees loosened and he clapped his hands together. “Of course not. What a view!” he yelled, looking out the window on his side of the chopper.
“Indeed,” Michelle said, but she wasn’t looking outside. She looked from Jake to Devlin and back again. “Great views.”
“You don’t think he’s really serious, do you?” Devlin asked her.
“About not being afraid?”
“No, about having a threesome in the past.”
“Who knows what goes on in those tour buses? Horny fans. Rock stars otherwise occupied. Roadie available. Horny fans do roadie. Yeah, I can see it happening.”
Jake turned to look at them. Apparently he’d overheard their conversation from his side of the chopper. “Or, rock star otherwise occupied with horny fan. Roadie available. Rock star does roadie and fan.”
“Was it Sed?” Michelle blurted.
Jake laughed and shook his head. “Nah, Sed used to do multiples, but only chicks. You don’t know this guy. I take care of his guitars.”
“Among other things?” Devlin pressed.
Jake laughed. “Yeah, well, not anymore. He’s settled down now.” Jake shook his head slightly. “Well, as settled down as Trey Mills can possibly be. So, where are we going anyway? To your private island?”
“How did you know?” Devlin teased.
Jake’s eyes widened. “No shit. You own an island?”
“No, but my property is rather secluded. It takes a lot longer to drive there than to fly there.”
“So are you going to tell us how you became so successful?” Michelle asked.
“My corporation is in software development. Nothing as exciting as marrying an ancient heiress in poor health, I’m afraid. And not nearly as interesting as having wild sex with rock stars and their fans.”
Jake shrugged. “I told you I wasn’t missing out on much of the lifestyle. I’m sure Europe will be a blast.”
“Are you ever going to settle down?” Michelle asked Jake with a crooked grin.
“Only if it’s with you,” Jake said and turned his attention to the coastline scenery.
Michelle stared hard at her lap and the hands she held folded there.
Devlin bit his lip and folded his own hands in his lap. Perhaps coming between these two was a mistake. If they were invested in one another, he didn’t want to interfere. He liked Michelle. He’d been infatuated with her for years. But he wasn’t in love with her. Yet. Was Jake in love with her? He’d dumped her a long time ago. That made her free to see other people. But what did Michelle want? Really. Just a night of hot, meaningless sex with two guys from her past, or was she interested in pursuing a deeper connection?
“Michelle?” he said. He leaned across the aisle toward her, hoping Jake wouldn’t overhear. “Are you in love with Jake?”
She was silent for a long moment as she contemplated her thumbs. “I wish I knew,” she said finally.
She might as well have said yes.
Devlin sighed. “As much as I want you, I don’t want to come between two people who love each other.”
What? Why was he saying these things? He did want to come between them. He wanted her in any and every capacity. He didn’t care who got hurt in the process. He was no longer the nice, complacent doormat she’d known in high school. He went after what he wanted and to hell with what anyone thought of his actions. Right? Devlin stifled a laugh at his own expense. No. Not right. He’d been pretending to be that guy. That self-serving jerk he’d always wanted to be, but it wasn’t who he really was. Maybe nice guys really did finish last, but at least they could live with themselves.
“No worries. I don’t love her,” Jake said. “I just want to fuck her. You know, for old time’s sake.”
Now why couldn’t Devlin be like that? Because it made Michelle’s entire body tense and her eyes narrow. “Well, maybe I don’t want to fuck you. For old time’s sake.”
“Then why are we here, Michelle?” Jake said, turning his attention from the window and resting his gaze on the suddenly fidgety woman beside him.
“Because I’m horny,” she said. “And I figure it’s going to take both of you to fully satisfy me.”
Devlin gaped at her.
“You’re shocking Devlin again, sweetheart,” Jake said with a laugh.
“I’m seriously starting to worry that he’s too vanilla to complement our flavor, sweetheart,” she said.
“That sounded like a challenge,” Jake said and lifted his eyebrows at Devlin. “Are you too vanilla?”
He chuckled. “I hope not.” He unfastened his seat’s harness and sank to his knees on the wood veneer floor at Michelle’s feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking down at him in surprise.
He slid his hands under her skirt, up the outsides of her thighs and hooked his fingers into the elastic waist of her panties.
“Showing you that I’m not all talk.”
Chapter Nine
Michelle’s breath caught when Devlin tried to tug her panties down. She didn’t immediately lift her hips to aid his motion, so he changed tactics, sliding her skirt up to bunch in her lap. His lips brushed the inside of her knee and her body jerked in response. He trailed kisses up the inside of her thigh, slowly making his way toward the hot, swollen flesh between her legs. God, how she ached. She lifted a hand to touch his hair, finding the dark waves thick and smooth against her fingertips.
His lips caressed a path of pleasure closer to his goal. Closer.