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  Mrs. Flannery’s mouth opened and closed like a big-mouthed bass out of water. Red rose in her cheeks.

  “Well I never,” declared Evelyn as she made her way toward them.

  “That explains a lot.”

  Jason guffawed. The danged fool was going to get tossed out but Evelyn’s expression almost made it worth it.

  “I’ll make it my personal duty to be on the lookout for stray condoms, Mrs. Flannery.” Tyler winked. “I’ll even ensure their proper use.”

  Jason shook his head when the two of them walked off with no response. “Unbelievable.”

  Tyler chuckled. “Empress Evelyn was probably too uptight to know what they were.”

  “I wouldn’t be too sure.” Jason looked around and leaned toward his friend. “You know we learned a long time ago, Goose, that the prudes flew their freak flag a lot higher and more often than anyone else sometimes.”

  “I know all about that flag. I raised it more than you, Maverick.”

  “You might’ve raised it more often but I got it up there pretty high a couple of times. There was one time I definitely wasn’t too proud about afterward.”

  “Oh yeah? When?” Tyler challenged.

  * * * * *

  Intensive labor in the grueling humidity of a Texas August wasn’t Jason’s idea of fun but the yard work gave him an outlet for his frustration—and he was plenty frustrated. It’d been a couple of months since Dan’s accident and he’d been everything but cooperative when it came to physical therapy.

  They’d gone through therapists like people changed their underwear. The constant barrage of surly, argumentative male wasn’t an endearing quality for a small collective of people trained to help Dan. The problem was he didn’t see the point.

  And Jason couldn’t really blame him.

  No matter how hard he worked he’d still be stuck in that fucking wheelchair. Every time Jason saw his friend wheel around in the thing anger boiled within him. Why the hell hadn’t he been able to do something that night? Why the hell couldn’t he do something now?

  All he could do was keep yanking shrubs and dealing with the “man’s work” around the house or whatever else Jeanie needed help with. Just thinking about her brought on a bout of emotions Jason had no business gnawing on. No matter how many times he flung them aside, they returned.

  Each day made the circles beneath her eyes darker, the weariness more prevalent on her face. She stood on the patio of her house right now, gazing at the pool he’d just cleaned. But he doubted she saw anything beyond whatever demon she was trying to exorcise.

  Jason had taken up residence in their guest bedroom. Since neither Jeanie nor Dan had any family to rely on, the club had become their help. Lamar and Tyler tended bar until they could find a suitable replacement. Jason tended books and worked the nightshift to deal with inventory and office bullshit.

  Then, of course, they all still had their work at the club to deal with. The exhausting schedule was beginning to take a toll on Jason he hadn’t expected. The nearness to Jeanie had killed his sex drive for anyone but her. That fact kept him constantly on edge, ready to lunge on anything or anyone who could absolve him of this compounding need raging within him.

  Jeanie made her way toward him with a glass of pink lemonade. How she could remember it was his favorite even though her world was crumbling around her, he didn’t understand. Yet a part of him knew she’d made it just for him—mainly because she hated it.

  “I thought you could use a break.” She forced a smile that, as always, never made it to her eyes. Jesus, he’d do just about anything to get the haunted look from those gorgeous eyes. “Come sit with me.”

  It was more of an order than an invitation. She padded back to the patio with a swagger in her step he couldn’t help but notice.

  He sat beside her on the swing and ignored the heat of her body when she pressed closer. A soft sigh escaped her parted lips as she gazed into the distance. “We’re losing him. Little by little the man I fell in love with is dying and God help me I have no idea how to save him.”

  “He’s got to want to save himself before anything we can do will help.”

  “Don’t you think I know that?” Her body trembled. She allowed the tears to flow down her face. Each one sliced into Jason but he kept his distance, somehow managed not to draw her into his arms. “Every goddamned day I wake up and scramble for a shard of hope, a new sliver of possibility to reach him—to make him want to be here for me. For Vanessa.”

  She reached out and took his hand. The contact was a knockout to his libido. Her tentative gaze as it met his made his breath cease. “And every day I watch as you fight like hell to keep my world from upending entirely even though I, for the life of me, have no idea why the hell you’d care after everything…”

  He silenced her with a finger to her lips. “Don’t. Never, ever think that whatever happened back then will ever have an impact on our friendship, Jeans. I vowed a long time ago to always be there when you needed me. I fully intend to keep that promise.”

  “I don’t deserve you.”

  The words were a haunted whisper, a tendril of need he clung to as he leaned into her jasmine scent until it hung heavy in his nostrils. He couldn’t stop the grazing of his mouth across hers. “No, you deserve so much more than me.”

  He could almost feel the weight of the statement drag them to another reality where only they existed. Nothing mattered beyond her. Them.

  Their tongues collided in a duel he knew he should stop—one with no good end. Yet the taste of her had imprinted on him, firing blood to his cock and inciting a hunger that the score of women he’d chased lately hadn’t come close to sating. Before his mind caught up she was straddling him, capturing his face in her hands and devouring him with a voracity that made his soul ache.

  But he knew this couldn’t happen. She wasn’t his. “Jeans, stop.”

  She tugged the shirt from his waistband and continued the sultry, seductive tongue duel as she undid his jeans.

  “Jeans.” One last plaintive attempt sank within his throat as she kissed him again. To hell with doing the right thing. He’d never been a saint—far from it.

  Her hands were hot, hungry against his hard dick. He slid his hands up her exposed thighs, thanking whatever god of sin had adorned her in a short skirt, and brought it up to her hips.

  They groaned in unison as she slid onto his thick, hard shaft. Shock kept him still for a moment. He’d expected none of this, yet more. She rode him hard and fast, the fury of her existence transformed into the glide of skin on skin.

  He was balls-deep in her and couldn’t help but relish the feel of her pressed against him, the weight of her body, the smell of her hair, the softness of her flesh beneath his hands. Neither spoke, as if one word would cease whatever this moment was.

  Their releases came on the heels of one another, although Jason would’ve been hard pressed to know who was first. He rode the wave of agonizing pleasure, knowing the crash to reality would be brutal.

  She held his face between her hands as their breathing returned to normal and the shock of what they’d done, the full impact, struck Jason dead center in the chest. “Jesus, Jeans.”

  “Don’t.” She pulled off him, smoothing her skirt back down and looking around as though they hadn’t just…

  Jason swept his hand in his hair and dragged his jeans back up. What the hell had they just done? He was all for a quickie but son of a bitch, that’d been downright…

  Crap. Dan would kill him. “That can’t…”

  “Don’t.” Her voice rose. Her eyes widened as he looked at her. “Just don’t.”

  She stormed into the house and slammed the door. Well. Clearly she’d chosen avoidance. What the fuck was he supposed to do with this?

  No. She didn’t have the right to take the avoidance road. She’d crawled onto his lap. Like it or not, this was something they needed to deal with. A weight pressed heavily in his chest. He recognized that weight. Hel
l, he thought he’d gotten rid of it a while ago but clearly it’d just skulked into the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to strike.

  It wasn’t fair. He deserved more than a five-second ride in a porch swing, yet as long as he was here doing whatever the fuck they’d just done he knew there wouldn’t be anyone else. Who the hell could hold up to her?

  Fuck the “don’t”. This conversation was going to happen.

  Now.

  He followed her into the house, stalking from room to room until he found her curled on the sofa in the entertainment room. “You may not want to talk but I sure as hell do. I can’t do this, Jeans. This push and pull is dragging us both underwater when neither of us has the strength to swim.”

  “Do you think I’m proud of what we just did?” She stood and poked him with a finger. “Besides, you fuck everything with a pulse and tits. What difference does it make to you?”

  Anger rose within him. “Who I do or don’t fuck stopped being your business when you put that ring on your finger. The next time you need a release, I suggest you buy a couple of batteries and help yourself.”

  The slap stung but the tension between them hurt more. He left before the retort on his tongue made the situation worse. Although he knew whatever the fuck it was between them was intense, too much so to ignore, a part of him felt cheapened by what they’d done.

  Had it meant anything to her, or was he just a dick with a pulse?

  The thought kept him chewing on his anger all day as he worked at the bar that night. By the end of the shift, he was sick of wallowing in his thoughts.

  “Hey, Maverick.”

  The sultry voice stroked the boredom plaguing Jason with a promise of excitement. Tia and Heather leaned against the bar they were supposed to be scrubbing with a flicker of curiosity in their gazes. Nolan smirked as he continued wiping down tables and dealing with the chairs.

  It’d been a bitch of a week and he wasn’t in the mood to babysit the curious minds of the two girls. They were hotter than hell, hornier than shit every Saturday night and currently stuck in Dan’s bar until the place got cleaned. It was a recipe for disaster on just about every front and Jason couldn’t help but let his dick take charge for a change.

  He’d spent all day thinking about what’d gone down between him and Jeanie and no matter how many ways he spun it, he was still feeling as if she’d used him. He’d become an outlet for her tension—her need.

  While he’d probably been okay with that the fact that she hadn’t wanted to discuss it pissed him off to no end. He was exhausted. Mentally and physically spent and wound tighter than a drum.

  Hellacious hours between the bar and the club had left him little time to let loose—and you couldn’t get much looser than the two hot women calling his name a second time, as though any sane man with a pulse and a dick could’ve ignored them the first time.

  This was Jeanie’s fault. What happened this afternoon had been too impulsive, too fast. Too fucking intense, yet nowhere near enough. It’d left him aching for more. Desperate to prove he could feel that kind of connection with someone else, anyone else but her.

  “Yeah?” He paused his sweeping.

  “You’re wasting your time, Tia. Maverick’s all tucked away right now so that Jason can be a good boy for Dan and Jeanie. We’ll have to wait until Colton’s shift tomorrow. He and Nolan would do it.” Heather’s voice was laced with amusement as she regarded her friend. The two smirked as they regarded Nolan and Jason.

  “Don’t drag me into whatever this is you two are cooking.” Nolan flung the towel on his shoulder and headed toward him.

  “What’s up?” Jason asked.

  “Well, we only have a couple of days left here before we start college up again and we were hoping y’all would show us some of your signature moves. You know, seeing as how neither of us ever gets over to the club when y’all are there.”

  The invitation buried not-so-subtly in her words slid through Jason like a shot of good bourbon after a great smoke. There was little doubt this would end with the two of them bent over and filled. They’d both flashed their sexy assets for a few days now and he was finally in the mood to do something about it.

  “You know…” He made his way to the women and smirked when their eyes widened and they gulped. Yeah, they’d poked the caged tiger and he was about to break free. “Maverick’s best moves are off the stage but I bet you two aren’t ready for that.”

  Heather grabbed his shirt and dragged him forward until his body rested against both of them. She ran her hand across his stomach and looked over at Nolan. “Oh we’re ready. The real question is whether or not you play nicely with others.”

  “I play very well with others,” he whispered as he leaned down and kissed Tia’s neck just below the ear. She emitted something resembling a purr during a sigh and his dick hardened in response.

  Nolan swept his arm around Heather and Jason knew there wasn’t any turning back. Group play was a hell of a joy ride as long as you went into it with your dick already hard. The mental gymnastics of seeing another man and his goods getting serviced had a way of messing with the libido.

  This wasn’t Jason’s first rodeo though. He’d been saddling unspent sexual frustration for weeks now and earlier today had awakened the beast within him. Knowing he finally had an outlet—albeit it in a crappy location—calmed the agitation racing through his veins. Need, raw and potent, took root in his balls.

  He looked around and motioned toward the back. “Let’s head to the back. There are too many windows up here.”

  The women giggled as they wound around the bar and headed to the back prep area. Cases of supplies took up most of the space. There weren’t many options for locations but it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t as if he or Nolan intended to take their time. He headed toward the walk-in cooler and tugged the door open.

  “In there?” Tia asked. She shivered against his side. “It’s going to be too cold.”

  “I’ll keep you warm, sweetheart.”

  He half pushed, half dragged her into the space and claimed her mouth before she could argue. The easiest way to shut down an argument was kissing. She melted against him. Pliant lips followed his lead. He blocked out all thoughts of Nolan and Heather and enjoyed the pleasure of her touch under his shirt.

  “I’ve wanted you so long,” she whispered.

  Confessions like that weren’t something he needed to hear. He didn’t want to hear anything, truth be told. He tugged her top over her head and tasted the swell of her tits, which fit nicely in his hands when he cupped them.

  He pinched her nipples through the thin material. A soft moan echoed through the frigid space. “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes.” She clawed at the shirt he had no intention of removing. “I want to feel your skin against mine. Please.”

  To hell with it. He made quick work of his clothes and hers. Icy air swept across his skin, his dick. The cooler wasn’t the most brilliant location. He pumped his cock a few times and got on his knees. Evidence of her arousal coated his finger when he slid it into her pussy. He swiped his tongue across the same path and tasted her on his tongue.

  She began rocking her hips when he fucked her hot channel with his tongue. He held her in place and increased the tempo until her moans became uncontrolled gasps between forced breaths. Knowing she was close kept his dick hard. Pleasure gravitated to his balls.

  “You taste too good,” he whispered. “I can’t wait.”

  In his peripheral vision he noted Heather on her knees, her head bobbing up and down as she pleasured Nolan’s dick. Whatever. He ignored the scene unfolding on the other side of the cooler and lifted Tia’s slight frame.

  Her hands grasped his shoulders and her eyes widened. “You’re so strong.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.”

  He impaled her on his dick. The heat almost made him shoot right then and there but he had every intention of enjoying her and her cohort in crime.
The two of them had tormented the shit out of him for weeks now.

  He fucked her savagely, letting her help keep the frenzied pace up. Each slide of her pussy down and then up his shaft made his balls tighten a little more. His entire body shook with the added need of keeping her in position for the intense fuck.

  She came quickly, which he’d expected. He relished the silent victory of first climax—a little game he and the guys played in times like this. He kept her hips in place and walked to the wall. She gasped at the cool impact of the cold surface on her back but said nothing else. Fingernails dug into his flesh and he grimaced. What the fuck was up with chicks and their nails?

  The carnality of the situation made him fuck harder and deeper. No foreplay, no niceties. He pulled her hair when she closed her eyes. He wanted her to watch him take her—wanted her to know all she could do at this point was focus on the flesh-on-flesh impact and the pleasure sweeping between them.

  Her second climax came on the heels of his. Their breaths mingled in the brief aftermath. Tentative hands swept down his chest and arms.

  “You were awesome.” Tia sighed. “I can’t wait to do this again.”

  Yeah, that wouldn’t happen. Jason smacked her on the ass then rubbed the spot slowly. Euphoric from their fuck frenzy, she settled into his side like a kitten with a belly full of warm milk. Damn if that didn’t make him feel like a god.

  Nolan glared at him from the other side of the cooler. Heather diligently pumped his shaft with her hand while nibbling on his neck. Ha. He’d been there before. Getting hard after you’ve seen another dude get off wasn’t easy and it didn’t look as if it were going to happen for his buddy tonight.

  He swatted Tia’s sexy ass again. “Why don’t you go see if you can help Nolan out? I bet that sexy mouth of yours will do wonders on his dick.”

  Her eyes widened slightly but she nodded mutely and padded across the frigid room. Funny how he hadn’t noticed that the cooler was downright cold until she’d stepped away. The zone didn’t feel the weather. It was the weather.

  His dick hardened as potential scenarios ran through his mind. He could do the righteous thing and get dressed, let Nolan have his action. Or he could make sure neither of the ladies forgot him anytime soon.