Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

“I still need to try,” he replied. “I knew it the instant she walked into Kinks, that she was different. Somehow the three of us . . . it works. I never thought it would, but it does.”

Mac smiled. “She really is something. This type of relationship is always tough, but she fits us. Like the piece we’ve been missing.” Mac’s eyebrows pulled together as he asked, “So, you’re certain you’ll be content never sampling another woman?”

The answer to that was easy. “My desire is only for Crystal. I imagine her pregnant with my child and the image doesn’t send a shiver of fear through me like it once did.”

“The very idea of becoming a father would’ve caused my manhood to shrivel at one time, but not now,” Mac confessed.

Trent cocked his head and looked at Mac. “We both love her. Did you think that would ever happen?”

“No, I didn’t,” he admitted. “But if you want to keep our trio intact, then you need to do some serious apologizing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured. Got any ideas for me?”

Mac stroked his chin and grinned. “Not really.”

Trent wanted to strangle him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Mac chuckled. “

Hey, she might decide we’re both too much damn trouble. I wouldn’t blame her, either.” They were both silent a moment before Mac finally said, “Maybe you should send her a big bunch of flowers, then get on your knees and tell her what a fool you’ve been. Don’t women sort of dig that kind of romantic crap?”

“Am I a fool for loving a woman who would rather see me strung up by my ears?”

“Yes, but men have been making fools of themselves since Adam and Eve. Why stop now?”

“True.” Besides, if she laughed in his face, then he’d think of something else to do to win her back. If he knew one thing about himself, it was that he had a stubborn streak a mile wide. One way or the other he’d get her back.

By the time Crystal and Mollie had arrived at Kinks, she was having some serious second thoughts. “What the hell was I thinking wearing this thing?” Crystal hissed as she and Mollie walked into the club. “I feel like I’m wearing a freaking tube sock.”

Mollie winked as she looked her friend over from head to toe. “Yeah, but you look really hot. He’ll have to drag his tongue off the floor once he gets a load of you. You’ll see.”

Crystal groaned, suddenly not so sure about anything. “And what about you, huh? I didn’t even know you owned a dress like that.”

“I have a wild side, girlfriend. I just don’t let it out to play very often.”

“I can see that.” Crystal looked at Mollie again. The dress she wore was black, strapless, and short enough to stop traffic. She could see Mollie’s cleavage, though she didn’t realize her friend even had cleavage until tonight. Mollie looked sexy and wild with her hair piled on top of her head and little tendrils falling down around her shoulders. With Mollie’s large, almond-shaped eyes and full, ruby-red lips, she could have passed for a gorgeous starlet. Crystal hadn’t realized Mollie could look so incredible.

Not that what Crystal wore was anything less than drop-dead gorgeous. The narrow strip of cream silk that wrapped around her body was the most lethal thing she’d ever worn. It left her feeling exposed, as if she were on display in a department store window. It was disconcerting, to say the least.

After searching her closet for what had seemed like hours, they’d both agreed to do lunch together and go dress shopping. Crystal needed something devastating to suit the occasion. Mollie had taken her under her wing by escorting her to one of her favorite boutiques. Crystal hadn’t even realized Mollie had a favorite boutique. The woman had been holding out on her, that much was as plain as day.

Side by side, Mollie and Crystal strode up to the bar and grabbed a stool. The bartender came over straightaway. “Nice to have you ladies back. What will it be this time? Two club sodas?”

Crystal was surprised he’d remembered her at all. She didn’t think she’d made that much of an impression on him the last time, considering he’d been swamped with customers and she hadn’t stayed around any longer than it took to take a few sips of her drink. Apparently, she’d been wrong.

“Yep, works for me. Mollie?”

“The same, thank you,” Mollie said, giving the man a beaming smile.

“Coming right up.” The bartender’s eyes lit with warmth and lingered on Mollie’s cleavage for an extra few seconds before he sauntered off to fill their order.

After he left, Crystal leaned in and said, “Girl, you are just full of surprises tonight.”

Mollie looked at her, puzzled. “Why?”

“Just look at you. You’re gorgeous, and every man in this place is staring. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if our drinks were free, and all the ones after that.”

“You know, it’s sort of good to have a guy look at me with desire in his eyes,” Mollie said, sounding entirely too sad for Crystal’s peace of mind. “After Alex passed away, it was hard to get used to. I felt like I was cheating on him if I encouraged a man.”