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I’ll fuck the stupid idea of this girl right out of you.
It would never work. What girl would want that? Maybe for a night. Or a week. A month at most. They liked to fuck a lot and they fucked rough. Hard. The women they’d shared in the past couldn’t handle them together, so what made Jesse think this girl could? What made Jesse think this girl could ever possibly love them both?
Taylor softly rubbed that sensitive skin behind Jesse’s balls. “Chloe’s different, T. You’ll see.”
“Will I now?” He rolled Jesse over and fingered his asshole. So hot. So tight. Jesse loved that. Did Chloe know how much?
“Mm, yeah, you will.” He inserted a second finger. “I’m falling in love with her. I think maybe I already do.”
His fingers stilled. “You said you haven’t fucked her yet.”
“I haven’t. I won’t until I talk to her.” Jesse pushed against his fingers. “Don’t stop, T. I need more.”
Fingers? Or something more than I can give you?
He wasn’t ready to ask. He shoved three fingers inside Jesse’s tight ass. He squirmed against his fingers.
“More, babe.”
He decided to ask. “Fingers?”
Jesse was thrusting into his hand. Was he thinking of her cunt? “Fuck me, Tay.”
He knew what Jesse was thinking. The bloody bastard was thinking of her—of being inside her while he was inside of him. He should fuck him with four fingers instead and deprive him of his cock, but he wouldn’t. Taylor always gave Jesse what he wanted, because whatever Jesse wanted he wanted too.
And Jesse wanted Chloe.
And that’s why Taylor sat here, hidden away in Dillon’s office. He wanted to see this little bird that Jesse thought he loved. That Jesse wanted him to love too. That was a tall order. Taylor didn’t know if he could. He loved Jesse. He knew Jesse loved him. Why couldn’t he be happy with that? They could bang a little birdie now and then. Satisfy that thirst for a warm, wet cunt. He figured that was the most they could ever hope for anyway.
Jesse wanted to talk to her before he was introduced. Taylor understood that to a point—the girl deserved nothing but total honesty. Still, if he were being honest with himself, he was out of sorts about it. He felt a bit left out. A bit insecure. Maybe even jealous. So he rang up Brendan and volunteered the band to play at the fucking festival. Even though they were all exhausted just coming off tour. To top that off he made an offering of himself. A piece of meat to be gawked at. Just so he could get close to the little birdie, because what bird could resist him? He was a fucking rock god, wasn’t he?
He heard the deep bass of his best mate’s voice. “Together with Charley’s, we are sponsoring a surprise guest to headline this year’s festival. Our very own local, and now internationally known rock band, Venery, is coming home to play the main stage on Saturday night!”
That was his cue.
He chuckled as he left Dillon’s office and walked into the bar.
He scanned the faces in the room as he stood there between the two Byrne cousins, his mates since high school.
Ah, there she is.
Holding onto the hands of the man who stood behind her, the man who thought he was in love with her—his man. She bounced in her chair. Excited to gawk at him. Her creamy round tits bounced right along with her. She certainly was beautiful. Burnished wavy hair that reached her waist. A lovely figure—those tits. He couldn’t take his gaze off the cherry bomb. He thought that even if it didn’t work out the way Jesse wanted, Chloe would be a hell of a lot of fun to fuck.
A soft tap sounded at the tour bus door.
Taylor ignored it. Whoever was out there could just go and fuck off. He was tired and he wasn’t in the mood to be civil to anyone. Jesse hadn’t shown. Kyan was there with the little blonde, but not Jesse. Not the cherry bomb.
He said they’d come. After his appearance at Charley’s they’d talked and agreed that Jesse would bring Chloe to the concert so they could at least have a drink afterward and meet properly. Like normal people do. Not as a fan. As a friend. How was he supposed to know if he could even like this girl, or she him, if they didn’t get to know each other?
Sure, Taylor had technically met Chloe at Charley’s. She’d fangirled all over him and he posed for photos with her and the little blonde—Kyan’s girl. Just like he had with countless other girls before her. She wasn’t supposed to be like other girls, though. Jesse said Chloe was different, and he wished that would prove to be true.
Another tap at the door.
“Bugger off,” he snarled as he poured whiskey into a glass.
He really wasn’t fit for human company. Why didn’t he catch a ride with the other guys? He should have. They walked off the stage after their encore into a waiting limo and were likely home by now. He walked off the stage and passed up the car, to go to the bus. In case Jesse showed up with the cherry bomb. Hoping that he would.
Why didn’t he?
