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  Jake started shuffling the deck and then said, “Actually, why don’t you do it?” He handed them to Teddy and then looked at me. “How you feelin’, Kyle?”

  “Pretty damn good, Jake.”

  He flashed his white teeth at me once more. “I think you might be feeling even better in a while.”

  Teddy started dealing and I said, “Wait a second. I’ve never played poker before.”

  “Never?”

  “Nope.”

  Jake started laughing and then gave me a quick lesson on poker—the basics, mind you, but I’m afraid the art and nuances were lost on me, as was everything subtle that evening. Way too much vodka will do that to you. But I did get out of it all that a pair was better than nothing and two pairs even more so, and that having a handful of cards in the same suit was good but so was having five cards in a row (even if they weren’t in the same suit or even the same color), but the best thing of all to have in my hand was a royal flush. If I remembered correctly, it was a ten, jack, queen, king, and ace all in the same suit, and it was better than anything else. Of course, three of a kind and four of a kind kicked ass.

  Aw, hell, who was I kidding? I had no clue. Too much to learn, too little brain power.

  I started the game knowing I was going to lose. We were playing seven-card stud, whatever the fuck that meant.

  But both guys kept coaching me, laughing as we played, and somehow I managed to win several hands while they began losing articles of clothing. Yeah, my shoes were off, but they were bare-chested halfway through, and that was when I switched to water. I’d seen them both without shirts onstage before, but there hadn’t been anything sexual about it. Now the stakes were high, so to speak, and if I got to see their everything, I wanted to be as sober as possible. Unfortunately, I’d already drunk a week’s worth. Sober wasn’t an option.

  I didn’t know the game well enough—and the hands went by so quickly—to know if I was really winning hands or if they were just fucking with me, but Jake scooped up all the cards of another hand and said, “Damn. You and the beginner’s luck, Kyle.” I’d had three of a kind, but I hadn’t had the wherewithal to determine what the guys had. They were going too fast. And, at that point, Teddy peeled off his jeans and Jake stood up. “I’m down to the last, my friends. I’m afraid I’ve lost.”

  Whew. I could already tell what he was packing with his underwear on. They left little to the imagination—black boxer briefs that hugged his ass and his package, and if my eyes hadn’t been so damn fuzzy, I probably could have made out the outline of his cock. Instead, I was busy trying to catch my breath after a bout of alcohol-induced giggling.

  Teddy shook his head and made eye contact with me. I was still grinning, even when I turned my head back to Jake. He waited until I was looking to begin pulling his underwear down. He teased, taking them just low enough to show a little pubic hair, but then he pulled them back up. “I’m too shy.” I burst out laughing then, because Jake was the least shy person I’d ever met. At that point, he yanked them down and off.

  I couldn’t help it. I was staring. Yeah, I was, and my jaw might have even been hanging—I don’t remember. Not only was the dude well-hung, but he was semi-erect. I got the feeling just stripping for this little audience of two was a little arousing. I said something, but I don’t recall what. I think I said, “Nice.”

  Whatever it was, he replied, “Thanks, babe.”

  Oh. That was CJ’s name for me. And I didn’t want to think about CJ right now. Maybe never again. So, stupidly, I grabbed the almost-empty bottle of vodka and poured myself another shot. So much for sobering up.

  Jake asked, “Want me to play the dealer? Find out who’s the winner of this thing?”

  Teddy nodded. We played a few more hands, ones I actually lost, and I was down to my bra and panties. I was glad they were matching so I didn’t look stupid. Then again, when most of your wardrobe (undies included) is black, it’s hard to go wrong. Lacy black bra and hip hugger panties. I’d tried thongs but hated how that fucking string rode up my ass all day. Besides, I didn’t have panty lines with jeans or the black leather pants I wore onstage anyway—and, after my experience with thongs, I would’ve gone commando before wearing those stupid ass things.

  The guys didn’t seem to care that my ass was a little covered. Before I sat back down after taking off my pants, Jake said, “Turn around, babe. Let us see all your curves.” I giggled again and then twirled around. “Nah. Slower.” I brought my hand to my mouth, my eyes crinkled in a grin, and forced myself to turn around once more. I tried moving slowly, but then I felt dizzy and I lost my balance.

  Jake caught me as I started to teeter. “You okay?”

  My smile was huge. “I’m great.”’

  Suddenly, I was in his arms with his hand in my hair, and his pupils grew large. I drew in a deep breath and swam in the dark ocean of his eyes.

  Let me pause here. Some of you from time to time will write me or message me and ask me whatever happened to Jake. He’s now an independent model. Yeah, I know…from music to modeling, but trust me. It suits his personality and his lifestyle. In fact, that night might have been one of the catalysts, because he discovered that he likes to be watched and loves to be admired. And he has a lot to be admired—well-developed pecs and abs with a smattering of tattoos, no chest hair (or very light—I can’t remember), and a dark line from his bellybutton to his naughty place, pointing like an arrow to what I was most interested in. His long hair and facial hair matched his dark eyes and gave him a bit of a mysterious, exotic look. The guy was fucking gorgeous.

  And he was kissing me.

  It was an explosion inside my head, and it was seconds later that I realized I was wet with anticipation. My nipples grew rigid too, and I’m sure it didn’t hurt that his warm cock was pressing into my belly with insistence.

  When his lips released mine, I asked, “Are we gonna finish the game?” He laughed then, and I realized Teddy was right beside me. If I hadn’t been drunk, I might have freaked out. Instead, I smiled and said, “Hi.”

  Jake’s hand was still in my hair. “You ever do a three-way before, Kyle?”

  Oh. Yeah. I guessed that was what was getting ready to happen, and it was then that I felt Teddy’s hot lips on my shoulder. I took in a deep breath of air. “Yeah…but not like this.”

  A slight smile turned up his lips. “What was different?”

  “It was me and another girl and a guy.” I might have flushed remembering that hot night with Liz and Vaughn, but it was honestly something I’d tried to block from my memory—because, when I really thought about it, I realized that Liz had been in love with me. Yes, with me…and it was easier to pretend that night had never happened. Yeah, she’d been more than willing to fuck Vaughn with my help, but she’d gone for it solely because I’d agreed to it. And I hadn’t realized until we were full in and Vaughn’s cock was ramming down my throat…and Liz had been kissing my shoulder just like Teddy was now—only her fingers were exploring other places on my body.

  Yeah, I needed to forget that shit.

  Fortunately, Jake helped. “Ah. That can be fun too, but two guys and one girl? We can make you feel like a queen, bring you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”

  I swallowed. Damn, that was hot, especially now that I felt not one but two cocks pressing against my flesh. I smiled and closed my eyes while Jake brought his mouth down on mine. Teddy was kissing my neck now, having moved my hair out of the way on one side, but Jake’s hand was still in my hair on the other side, while his tongue transported me to another plane. I could feel my hands pressed against his pecs but I was sandwiched between those two guys and not able to move much.

  Not that I was complaining.

  “First things first.” He signaled Teddy with his eyes, but I had no idea what that meant, and I found it odd, because Teddy had acted like he felt a little uneasy at first…but he seemed balls deep now. They separated from me a little bit and then Jake said, “We nee
d to remove these silly things.” That was when I felt Teddy’s fingers working the clasp on my bra and I inhaled slowly, enjoying all the sensations, first of the bra loosening its grip around my frame and then how it tickled my arms as he pulled it down. I almost shivered. Meanwhile, Jake looped his fingers around the sides of my panties and pulled them gently down over my hips. He could have let them go at that point and they would have fallen to the ground; instead, he deliberately and slowly dragged them down, the fabric teasing the flesh of my legs while his eyes stroked me in a different way.

  Jesus. My temperature couldn’t rise any more. These two guys had me feeling beyond hot and ready to orgasm on the spot…but they were going to take it slow. I closed my eyes so I could focus on just the tactile sensations. Jake stood up again, his hands on the back of my legs sliding up until they rested on my ass. Teddy’s hands also returned to my body. He pushed my hair to my left side, pushing it over my shoulder so the right side and back of my neck were exposed, and then he cupped my breasts with both his hands from behind while touching his lips to my neck.

  Holy shit. Having that many hands on me at once made it hard for my brain to keep up, but my body was more than willing to try. I shivered and opened my mouth slightly, and Jake took that as an invitation. He ran the tip of his tongue along my bottom lip before sliding it inside my mouth as his hands squeezed my ass and pushed me closer to him. I think he might have done that to pull Teddy closer too, but I had no way of knowing for sure. Our partner, meanwhile, was massaging my nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and I let out a gasp into Jake’s open mouth.

  I was already past the point.

  Jake finished the kiss and, without opening my eyes, I could feel him shift. I think he was trying to kiss Teddy too, but my rhythm guitarist was having none of it. Seconds later, Jake said, “Why don’t we move to the bed?”

  That seemed simple enough, considering it was just across the room. But we had to untangle ourselves, because it otherwise would have been an inelegant, awkward, and potentially dangerous trip to the bed. So the three of us moved the few feet to it and stood at the foot. Then Jake said, almost in a whisper, “Oh, the possibilities.” He glanced over at Teddy. “So…we’re going to make her feel like she’s died and gone to heaven.” His gaze returned to me when he continued. “What’s your favorite position?” I blinked and started to try to think of all the different configurations and contortions my adventures in sex had taken, but he interrupted my thoughts. “Wait. Scratch that. I asked the wrong question.” I smiled but felt my eyes narrow, because it felt like he was toying with me…that is, until he spoke again. “Position is too narrow…but it might be part of your answer anyway. What gets you off, Kyle? When you’re with a man, what does it for you?”

  God, there were still so many answers to that question—the ultimate answer thousands of miles away from this place, but I wasn’t going to think of him, not right now. I pondered my brain, fuzzy as it was, and thought back over the years. My first male-induced orgasm was brought on by my first boyfriend’s tongue and, continuing to think back, I knew that some of my most intense, earth-shattering, lose-my-mind climaxes were brought on that way too…so why beat around the bush? Jake had asked, so I was going to give him an honest answer. “Oral.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Oh. That’s easy.” He looked over at Teddy. “Now it just comes down to whichever one of us will do the honors.”

  Teddy’s eyes were half closed, looking as though he’d been smoking a joint all night. His amused expression just added to that impression. “I can do that.” He seemed overly eager, as if trying to convince both Jake and me that he was as hetero as they came. Little did he realize that I had already learned over the years that there was no judging sexual experiences on the road, at least not judging people and their preferences. Even people who wouldn’t be considered kinky had their own quirks, their own private fantasies that got them off. Who was I to say what was right or wrong? And I and my string guys were in it for the pleasure—just this night, just us, and we were already in, full bore.

  With that, Teddy’s hand brushed my cheek and urged me to turn my head toward him. It was his chance to kiss me. Jake’s earlier kisses had been hot, but Teddy’s kiss was smoldering—on fire…slow, methodical, exploring my mouth, trying to find any secrets it might have to offer. Jake’s hands were back on my ass, cupping the cheeks and massaging the flesh, and I moaned into Teddy’s mouth as I felt more wetness between my legs, signaling that I was oh, so ready for whatever they had in store for me.

  His hands cupped my cheeks instead of fondling my breasts as they had been moments earlier. My nipples brushed up against the few coarse hairs on his pecs, but the feeling was a little lost on me, as were any other nuances. But I was definitely horny and most certainly enjoying all the sensations.

  I felt Jake’s hands slide around to my front, at first molding to the shape of my hips and then he inched his fingers toward where my legs met, following the creases in my upper thighs. I lost the ability to concentrate on Teddy’s tongue in my mouth then, as Jake’s fingers slid between my legs where they rubbed my labia.

  I let out a sigh around Teddy’s tongue and then realized my fingernails were digging into his back. I hadn’t noticed until then how I’d been gripping him, desperate and aching. “Come on, doll. Let’s take care of you.”

  I almost cried when Jake removed those fingers that had been so damn close to the place where I needed to be touched the most. I wasn’t sure how Teddy did it, but the next thing I knew, I was in his arms, like a bride crossing the threshold in her groom’s strong embrace, and mere seconds later, I was lying on the bed on top of the fluffy bedspread with the two men standing next to the bed, looking down on me.

  Jake almost whispered, “I got ‘er topside, Teddy, if you—”

  “Yep.” Teddy looked down and grinned at me and I pursed my smiling lips, eager with anticipation—and trying not to think much about it.

  The bed was big, allowing Jake to spread out a little bit sideways—probably good, because I could tell Teddy was still feeling a little uncomfortable about the whole arrangement. But he seemed to appreciate the job ahead of him. He spread my legs before kneeling down between them. My entire body started to tingle and neither man had done much. Before I could think more, though, Jake started feathering light kisses on my ear while lightly dragging his fingers down my cleavage, then over my tummy and my breasts—teasing brushes that caused me to suck in deep breaths. And then he moved his lips to my neck and I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to focus on the myriad sensations rushing through my body.

  While Jake truly did take care of me “topside,” Teddy began working on me below. He slid his hands up the inside of my thighs and I felt my muscles clench in response. My body anticipated release and it was so much better if the climb was tight. When his hands got close to my pussy, I felt his thumbs on my lips and he pried them apart. I could feel his breath on my slit and my muscles grew taut again. I wanted to slide farther down the bed, but then that would have pulled my neck out of Jake’s reach, and he’d started tracing lines with his tongue—long, languid hot paths that cooled as he journeyed downward, and before I knew it, his mouth was on my collarbone.

  But Teddy’s tongue was competing for my full attention as he painted a broad stripe down my slit. That alone was enough to rev up my heart, but then he focused all his efforts on my clit. He too moved slowly, eliciting a gasp from my mouth as he drew a slow circle around the hard little nub. I could feel his finger moving below and he plunged it inside me. He was taking his time there too, exploring in time to the rhythm of his tongue and driving me mad.

  Jake stepped up his game, almost as though he knew where my mind was dwelling. He drew a line from my collarbone, climbing up the mound of my breast until he reached my rigid areola. Painting a circle around it, I ached for him to consume me, and then he did, drawing it in his mouth and sucking on it until my back arched almost instinctively, begging the me
n to take all of me. As I moaned aloud, Jake took my other nipple in between his index finger and thumb and pinched it.

  My mind drifted to how fucking dirty this all felt—two guys and me in one bed, and I was getting so damn close and desperate, I would have done whatever they asked at that point. Yeah, me, Kyle Fucking Summers, supposed metal goddess, so sexually aroused and past the point of no return, wanted to be fucked in the worst way. I could hear myself gasping and panting and on the edge, and Jake muttered something that I couldn’t tune into. I was instead absorbed with that strange sensation of feeling filthy…like a dirty girl. And when Teddy stuck a second finger in my pussy and started sucking on my clit, it pushed me over the edge.

  If being a dirty girl made me feel like that, then cover me in fucking mud. I was done.

  No…I was undone.

  Chapter Eight

  THE COMFORTER WAS bunched up in one of my clenched fists, but Jake’s hair was in my right fist, and I had nearly pulled it off his damn head. He hadn’t complained, though, and I didn’t even notice at first. It finally came to the point where I was begging for Teddy to stop—the sensations were far too much, and I felt like I was going to die from too much pleasure.

  He wasn’t listening, though. In fact, he began massaging my clit even harder, causing the waves to crash down more furiously, and my thighs were undulating in response. My legs were trying to clamp, but he held one down with one of his hands; the other pressed against his head. I managed to let go of the comforter in my left hand and I pushed on his head, but that boy was stubborn. I had to shove hard. “Stop!”

  He looked up grinning. The shit. He knew exactly what he was doing. But he finally stopped as I asked and I dropped my head to the pillow. He sucked on my inner thigh, and that too was almost too much, but I could handle it. Jake released my nipple and then asked, oh, so sweetly, “My queen, could you release my hair now?”

  I let out a sigh and giggled, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Not yet. I did, however, force myself to unclench my fist that held his hair way too tightly. “Oh. Sorry.”