Devlin chuckled, his hand sliding lower over the curve of her ass and drawing her closer. “So why did you date him then?”
“It was expected of me.” She stopped swaying gently in his arms and leaned away to peer into his eyes. “Look, Devlin, I’m really sorry for how I treated you when you asked me to prom. In all honesty, I’d have rather gone with you than with Wayne, but I was too afraid of losing popularity and getting on Dee’s bad side to follow my own wishes. If you’d have asked me in private instead of in front of everyone, I wouldn’t have been so damned mean to you. I know that’s not an excuse, but…” She scowled and shook her head. “I’m sorry. Can you ever forgive me?”
“Nope,” he said, his fingertips gliding over the bare skin of her shoulder. Her flesh was the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. But even though he wanted her body, he couldn’t resist teasing her. He wanted far more than a tumble between the sheets with this woman. He wanted her heart. Not to break it, the way she’d broken his, but to treasure it.
Michelle’s scowl deepened. “Oh,” she said. “I guess I can’t blame you. I do want you to know that I’m not that scared little girl anymore. If I see something I want, I pursue it and I don’t give a damn about the opinions of others.”
“Do you see anything you want?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows in question.
She grinned and his heart rate tripled at the suggestion in her striking blue eyes.
“I might,” she said, “but I don’t think he’s interested.”
He pulled her against him and swayed with her to the music once again. “I’m pretty sure he is.”
She burrowed her face in his neck and her hands slid up his back. Her fingertips curled into his jacket and her soft breasts burned into his chest. His entire body tautened with need. What he wouldn’t give to have her soft lips against his throat; her naked body beneath his; her soft voice calling his name in passion. He turned his face into her hair and breathed in the sweet floral scent that clung to the silky brown strands. He stifled a groan when she shifted and her soft breasts rubbed against his chest. There was nothing in the world but her. It had always been that way for him. It was as if the decade they’d spent apart didn’t exist. He was completely infatuated with this woman. He needed to find a way to be with her beyond a single dance at a high school reunion.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. “May I cut in?” a deep voice said behind him.
Devlin’s arms tightened around Michelle’s body, drawing her closer, hoping to somehow hide her in his jacket so Mr. Buttinsky would go away. She lifted her head to look over Devlin’s shoulder and the shock on her face was immediately replaced with wide-eyed elation as her face broke into an exuberant smile. Devlin closed his eyes as she slipped from his arms and eviscerated him yet again.
Chapter Three
Jake was suddenly glad that Sed had threatened to fire him as Sinners’ guitar technician if he didn’t attend their ten-year high school reunion with him. So he’d come. Dateless. He wasn’t sure why Sed was so insistent on him attending. It wasn’t as if the most famous person in their graduating class had to come stag. Sed’s new wife, Jessica, looked stunning in her green evening gown—a far cry better than she’d looked in the wedding photos that had been leaked after their recent wedding. The tabloids had completely trashed Sed’s disheveled bride, but Jessica seemed to be getting used to that. Anyone entangled with the lead singer of Sinners, had to know how to handle a little—okay, a lot—of bad press. While the name badge chick went all fangirl over Sed actually making an appearance—eye roll—Jake’s attention turned to the mostly empty dance floor and landed on the curve of a familiar backside under a sheath of red silk. Unfortunately, some other dude’s hand was a bit too close to that fantastic ass for Jake’s liking.
He didn’t hesitate to cross the room to stake his claim. Not that he had any right to claim her. He’d been the one to break it off with Michelle. It had been for her own good, but he was pretty sure it hadn’t felt that way when he’d left her crying under the boardwalk without a backwards glance. He probably should have dumped her before he’d fucked her one last time and he’d meant to break it off gently, but she’d silenced his attempts to talk his way through the breakup with a kiss and his dick had refused to let her go just then. God, he’d been a cocky asshole in high school. Michelle had been the best thing that had ever happened to him and he’d tossed her aside as if she’d been nothing more to him than a good lay. Walking away from her had been the biggest mistake of his life. For him. For her, it had probably been a blessing in disguise.
But he was a bit older now. A bit wiser. His dick still got him into trouble on occasion, but it no longer ruled his life. Much.
Maybe he’d agreed to come to this stupid class reunion to see her. And if the guy in the expensive suit swaying with her on the dance floor didn’t make her the happiest woman on the planet, Jake wasn’t against rekindling an old flame. Or stoking it back to the raging inferno that had once consumed them both.
Jake tapped the suit on his shoulder. “May I cut in?”
Michelle lifted her head, her gorgeous blue eyes widening with shock. He winked at her. He looked a bit different than he had the last time she’d seen him. His mohawk used to be a foot high and lime green instead of short and blonde. And he had a couple of extra piercings and a few dozen more tattoos than he’d had in high school, but she obviously recognized him. And she didn’t immediately kick him in the nuts, so as far as he was concerned things were going great. Michelle smiled brightly and eased out of the grasp of the lucky bastard she’d been dancing with.
The suit turned around and Jake blinked at the man in surprise. “Devlin McAllister? Dude, what the fuck happened to you?”
Michelle patted Devlin on the chest. “He looks great, doesn’t he?”
“I almost didn’t recognize him,” Jake said, turning his appreciative gaze back to Michelle. “But you… Fuck woman, you are hotter than ever.”
She grinned and pulled him into an enthusiastic hug. “I’m so glad you came.”
“I’ll definitely come if you keep pressing your fantastic tits into my chest,” he whispered in her ear.
She gasped and drew away from him, her eyes wide, her cheeks pink. “You’re so bad.”
“You know you like it.” In the past, the more obnoxiously crass Jake had been to her, the faster she’d yank his cock out of his pants and bury it in her tight pussy. But maybe she’d changed. Maybe dirty talk didn’t turn her on the way it once had. And maybe he was okay with that. They weren’t a couple of horny teenagers anymore. Granted, he was still horny.
“Perhaps I should leave you two alone,” Devlin said.
“Please don’t,” Michelle said, wrapping her arms around Devlin’s neck and pulling him against her. “I’m not finished catching up with you yet.”
“What about me?” Jake said, not sure if he should be honored or offended to be replaced in Michelle’s arms by Most Likely to Succeed and Die a Virgin.
“I want to catch up with you too, Jake,” she said, “but I promised Devlin a dance.”
“You promised me a dance as well,” Jake said.
“I did? When?”
“Just now.”
“I was here first,” Devlin said, his steel gray eyes none too friendly as he glared at Jake.
“No need to fight, guys,” Michelle said. “There’s plenty of me for the both of you.”
She reached behind her, grabbed Jake by the belt and pulled him firmly against her ass so that she was sandwiched between himself and Devlin.
Jake stiffened. So that’s how Michelle rolled now? He supposed it shouldn’t surprise him. She’d always been an insatiable lover. Sometimes more than he could handle, though he’d never admit that to anyone—including her. And it wasn’t as if he were looking for anything serious with her. But he did want to have some fun tonight and she did have him all fired up and he wasn’t against sharing with a stiff like Devlin. So why not? He was game.
Jake moved his hands to her hips to pull her soft ass against his rapidly rising cock.
“This would be a lot more interesting naked,” he said as the three of them found the rhythm of the next song and moved together.
She chuckled. “And much more fun.”
Jake wasn’t sure what would be more fun—fucking Michelle or fucking with Devlin. Dude looked completely scandalized by her assertion. Jake found his embarrassment kind of hot. In high school he never would have considered being intimate with a guy. But that had been before he’d been further corrupted by Sinners’ rhythm guitarist. Trey Mills had taught him a thing or two about how to have a good time and Jake was all about the perpetual party in his pants.
Chapter Four
So this was why she’d come, Michelle decided. Not to make amends for being an immature bitch in high school. She’d come to have the time of her life with two hot guys while Dee gaped at her in wide-eyed disbelief from across the room. She wondered what Dee found more shocking—the fact that
Michelle was dancing and flirting with two men at the same time or the fact that both guys were not on Dee’s preapproved dating material list. Either way, Michelle didn’t care. She was just dancing with them. It wasn’t as if it would go anywhere. She wouldn’t let things get out of hand.
Speaking of hands, Jake’s grip on her hips with his fingertips curled into the excitable flesh just inside either crest of her hipbones had her belly quivering. Devlin’s hands rested on her the upper curve of her ass, leading her in a sensual dance that rubbed her against Jake’s thickening cock. She could still remember what Jake felt like inside her. Thrusting deep and hard.
The sounds of their bodies coming together and her moans echoing the rhythm of the ocean at their backs. She still remembered how rough the wood of the pier had been against her face and fingertips as he’d taken her from behind. How her breasts had ached as he massaged them in his strong hands. How hot his breath had been against her neck as he said dirty things in her ear and coaxed her into touching herself until she shattered in orgasm. Michelle’s breathing quickened as the music changed and their dance slowed. She clung desperately to Devlin, fearing she’d sink to the floor if there were so much as an inch between them.
Okay, so maybe things were already out of hand.
“You’re thinking about me inside you, aren’t you?” Jake whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“What—” Devlin started to speak, but Jake’s low, sultry voice cut him off.
“And you’re thinking of sucking Devlin’s cock while I take you.”