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She laughed. “He’s hoping for a girl but I’m praying for a
boy. I can’t imagine him with a daughter. He’s so protective.”

“Yeah he is.” Jason shared in her laughter. “Come to think
of it, that daughter would have about ten protective uncles.”

“Yeah, I’d thought about that.”

Jason guided them along the dance floor and allowed the
stranglehold on his thoughts to loosen. “I’m going to miss you.”

She looked up at him. “You going somewhere?”

“No, but you are. Things won’t be the same without you two
at the club. You’ll have a place of your own to get off the ground and a little
rugrat to deal with soon.”

“Yes, which is why I fully expect you to be right there
rolling up your sleeves to help.” She poked him in the shoulder. “We’ve been
through too much for you to get off that easy, Jason Ashford. You are stuck
with both of us and any and all rugrats.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Hearing the positive affirmation that their friendship would
endure whatever the future held helped. Whether the sentiment was true or not
remained to be seen. All Jason knew was that it was time to move on. He’d been
saddled by what-ifs long enough and drowning in a morose pool of shit he’d had
no business thinking about.

It was time to live life to its fullest and forget about the
woman now sliding out of his embrace and into the waiting arms of her grinning
husband.

“I remember those times. You were crazy wild,” Tyler stated.
“Those were epic times.”

“Yeah.” Jason couldn’t help but laugh. “I seem to recall one
event that you probably don’t consider epic.”

Silence followed the statement but he could tell his friend
was working through the past to get back to that night.

“Fuck you, Maverick. That was one of those nights we swore
to never talk about.”

Jason laughed. “Oh come on, dude. It’s hilarious now that
it’s over with.”

“Easy for you to say. You got laid and I got splayed.”

* * * * *

There wasn’t anything more therapeutic than new venues, wild
parties and hot women. Tyler collapsed beside Lamar on Jason’s sofa.

“How long should we let them gorge before we cut them off?”

Tyler shrugged. Weed brownies weren’t his thing. “Probably
should’ve cut them off after the first one. If Jason cooked them he probably
fucked it up.”

“Yeah.” Lamar fell silent for a moment and shifted on the
couch. “So what’s up with him lately?”

Tyler wasn’t sure what the hell to say. It didn’t take a
fucking therapist to figure out Dan’s wedding—or rather Jean’s featured role in
it—did a number on Jason. It wasn’t any of his business though.

Jason came over holding out the bag of jacked-up brownies.
“Hey, Goose. You want some?”

The stage name he used when performing with Jason—aka
Maverick—had stuck and there wasn’t any losing it. He sighed. “Nah, man. I’m
cool.”

Lamar motioned toward the other side of the room where
Anthony was sifting through another bag. “I’ll get him moving so we can get to
the airport.”

Jason watched their friend head off with an intense scrutiny
only hydro could cause. The good quality marijuana meant a better high. “What’s
his problem?”

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.”

He took a deep breath in response and looked away. “Leave it
alone.”

“Fair enough. You know where to find me.”

“You’re not my type.” Jason laughed. “But thanks, man.”

Tyler nodded.

“I got the call last night. They had a girl.”

“So you decided to numb yourself with a batch of hydro
brownies.”

“Yeah, figured I could give it a shot.”

“Too bad he screwed it up.” Anthony slapped him on the back.
“Dude, if the recipe wanted an ounce of regular weed, you shouldn’t have added
an ounce of hydro.”

“Whatever.”

Tyler knew a lost cause when he saw it. There was no
reasoning with him now. All he could do was wait it out. Sooner or later he’d
crash and they’d deal with the fallout.

“We might need to hurry this up a bit,” Lamar added.

Anticipation fed the restless energy on the way to the airport.
The road tour was guaranteed to be crazy given the group of guys they’d
gathered. The ticket line was long and they were loaded down with the gear
they’d need for the show.

“Hey, man. Hook me up with another brownie,” Anthony
demanded.

“He doesn’t have them with him, man. Later.” Lamar crossed
his arms and leaned over to whisper to Tyler. “This will be an interesting
flight.”

“Shit. I just saw that it will cost a hundred bucks to check
the wheelchair,” Jason said.

“Fuck that!” Tyler stated.

Anthony laughed and motioned toward the wheelchair. “Tyler,
get in the wheelchair, put on my glasses and pretend you’re blind.”

“No way,” Jason responded.

“I’ll pay to see you do this,” Lamar offered. “Remember, you
gotta stay committed or you’ll go to jail or something.”

This was the sort of shit Tyler enjoyed the most. Impromptu
challenges alleviated the boredom on the road, between performances or
whenever. He positioned himself in the wheelchair and put on Anthony’s
sunglasses.

“Dude, use these. I’ve already got one bag to check.” Lamar
handed him bongo drums.

The ruse worked and they wheeled through security and to the
departure gate. Tyler banged on the drums and noted the attention he and
Anthony were drawing. The six-foot-four Venezuelan pushing him had a way of
commanding attention.

Tyler banged on the drums harder when they drew near a
couple of hotties who waved at them. Anthony waved back but pushed the
wheelchair at the same time, forcing it into the opposite direction as he
headed over to the women.

Shit. This was gonna hurt.

The wheelchair slammed into the wall. He could almost feel
the shock of the people in the terminal as a collective gasp echoed through the
area near them. Tyler reached out and felt along the wall as though he couldn’t
see what he’d gotten shoved into.

The ladies ran over to him and soft hands skimmed his arms
and shoulders.

“Are you okay?” One of the girls leaned down in front of
him, offering a nice visual of her gorgeous tits pushing up from a lacy white
bra.

“I’m better now.” Tyler smiled. “You okay, Anthony?”

“Sorry, bro.”

“You did that on purpose. I saw.” The woman glared at
Anthony as she touched Tyler’s face. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Don’t worry, girls. He is my friend and I hate him.” He
grinned.

Tyler laughed. “This is my best friend, Anthony. He’s always
joking around.”

“Well, I want you to call me so I can check on you.” She
scrawled her name and number in a slip of paper and slipped it into Tyler’s
hand. “Get your friend to help you call me.”

He fought the impulse to read the paper and learn her name.
Blood surged to his cock. “I definitely will, sweetheart. Where you headed?”

“We’re visiting a friend of ours. Girls’ weekend.”

“You have fun.” Tyler waited for a few moments as Anthony
made nice with the girl’s friend. They departed and he couldn’t help but think
this road trip was exactly what they all needed.

* * * * *

Jason was glad to get to the hotel and have a little
distance between himself and his well-meaning friends and their prying
questions about his recent temperament change. So he’d embraced his wilder side
and flung his typical caution out the window.

What did it fucking matter?

He’d encouraged them to all hit the bar so he could grab the
room keys himself. As he made his way to the woman behind the counter he
couldn’t help but get turned-on remembering the conversations he’d had with her
the past couple of weeks. The innocent flirtation had opened Pandora’s Box
during a time when he needed a diversion more than anything.

She’d been perfect with her soft but sexy voice. The
whispered promises had sounded more like wanton taunts. She probably didn’t
think he’d have the balls to follow through with his end of the naughty ideas.

He’d anticipated this encounter the entire flight, had
contemplated it long before that. Long brunette hair framed an oval face. Lush,
red lips turned into a slight smile when he approached the counter. Long lashes
fluttered and partially obscured brown eyes.

“Welcome to Sunset Lodge. How may I help you?”

They’d run through a few scenarios. Her breathing had gotten
heaviest on one in particular—one that he was more than ready to fulfill. He
remained silent and let his looming presence in front of her settle in her
mind.

Her eyes widened. Her lips formed a sexy O he couldn’t wait
to feel around his cock. He looked around to make sure what she’d said was
true—the lobby was dead after ten. Hopping the counter was easy enough. She
backed up toward the small office she’d been teasing him with all week.

“We don’t have much cash here but take whatever we have.
It’s right there in the register beneath the counter.” She pointed in the
general direction with a wary glance. “I won’t call the cops.”

“All I’m wanting is a little bit of personalized service.”
His gaze slid over her and paused on her button-down shirt. The short skirt
would slide up her thighs easily enough.

She backed into the corner and widened her gaze. “Please
don’t hurt me.”

The words gave him pause. The nametag read Maria. What if
she’d changed her mind? He edged close enough for his breath to fall on her
cheek. He noted the way she trembled and sighed softly when his hand settled on
her waist.

Oh yeah, she was totally into this.

“Open the door or we’ll finish it right here where everyone
can see what a bad girl you’re about to be.” He paused to let the statement
hang between them when she shivered. “I might have to drag you over to the
couch by the door and bend you over it. I bet they’d hear your screams of
delight from the bar as I fuck you from behind.”

She fumbled with a key she pulled from her pocket. Her
fingers shook as she slid it into the keyhole. Warmth greeted his hand when he
settled it atop hers and squeezed gently, an unspoken promise that he’d make
sure she enjoyed every moment.

Suddenly the ache he’d been trying to numb or fuck from his
system since Jeanie’s wedding was once again gone—if only for this brief
interlude. Maybe if he fucked enough random strangers into heady oblivion he
could sate the need for something more buried deep in him.

The door opened inward and he nudged her inside. “I bet you
have fun in this room a lot, don’t you, naughty girl?”

“H-how did you know?” Her gaze was unsure when she turned
around. A sexy red tint formed on her cheeks.

“Those sexy lips are going to feel real good around my dick.
On your knees.”

She knelt immediately, easing some of the nervousness in his
gut. He’d never done anything this out there. One slight misunderstanding could
land his ass in the slammer.

Maria looked up through half-hooded eyes as though she’d
never been in the position before. He gripped her long hair and tugged hard
enough to hear her soft gasp.

“Suck me. I won’t ask again.”

And there it was. The surge of adrenaline, or testosterone
or whatever the fuck it was that made his dick harder than steel and his balls
titanium. He felt like Hercules right now as she unzipped his fly and grasped
his shaft with her small hand.

Trusting a stranger with his dick probably wasn’t the
smartest thing to do but it wasn’t the first time. Sure, this was a weird sex
role-play scene or some shit he didn’t fully understand but it was a woman. He
was a man. Primal instincts kicked in soon enough.

Her lips were velvet along his shaft as she hovered above it
and her tongue flicked from the head to his balls. A firm tug on her hair
elicited the response he needed—her hot mouth around him. Taking his length
like he’d imagined during the flight.

A few thrusts and he knew he was too close to release. He
pulled her off and motioned toward the curiously empty desk. He lifted an
eyebrow as he regarded the desk, then her.

She smiled and shrugged. “I’m a neat freak. Couldn’t help
but anticipate the need for a clean surface.”

“Then we’d better put it to good use. Get up there and hike
that sexy skirt up.” He swatted her ass and then squeezed. “I want to see that
pussy I’m going to fuck.”

She complied quickly. Her skin was soft beneath his touch.
She trembled when he ran a path from her knee, up her inner thigh and paused at
the sexy white panty covering her pussy.

“I bet you’re all wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

She shook her head.

“Oh, I know you are. It’s not nice to lie.” He dragged her
panties down her legs and spread her legs wider. He spread her lips and licked,
relishing the taste of her on his tongue.

Her soft moans encouraged him. He plunged two fingers into
her wet pussy and played with her clit. Her orgasm came hard and fast. He
rolled a condom onto his dick and thrust into her.

He fucked her hard and fast. The impact of flesh on flesh
became louder, her screams needier. His release came on the heels of her second
one. Her breaths mingled with his.

“Next time I’m stripping you down and taking this nice and
slow,” he whispered as he leaned his forehead on hers. “That was hot, babe.”

“I think that was the best check-in I’ve ever dealt with.” She
wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m glad I answered the phone instead of
Carl.”

“I don’t think Carl’s my type.”

She giggled into his neck. “Just wait until you see Carl. I
don’t think you have any competition from him.”

They clung to one another in a comfortable silence for a few
moments but he knew someone would start hunting him down soon enough. “I left
the guys at the bar. There’s no telling how shitfaced they are now.”

“I fully expect a VIP invite to your room later.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

* * * * *

“This place is awesome.” Anthony looked around the massive
room with reverence.

As the most inexperienced of them all he was the easiest to
impress but Tyler had to admit he was right. The civic center was pretty
amazing.

“This isn’t good,
amigo
.” Lamar motioned toward the
stage. Five feet off the floor and in the dead center of the seating, it
offered a huge complication to the planned set.

“Okay.” Jason sighed as he returned from speaking with the
events manager. “That’s going to be turning during the performance.”

“So it’s a full Monty right off the bat?”

Since the first act called for baring their asses to the
crowd, there wasn’t much of a choice. Someone was going to get a hell of a peek
at the goods even if they cupped themselves.

Dread filled Tyler. “Fuck. I haven’t shaved in a week.”

Anthony and Lamar started laughing their asses off. Jason
grinned but tried to play it a little cooler.

“No worries. He’s already promised the lights will go down
for a few seconds. We’ll grab our junk and that’ll cover up the hairy balls
you’ve got going on.”

Grateful for the decisive plan, Tyler set his anxiety aside
and headed to the back to get ready with the rest of the guys.

“Man, I don’t think I’ve ever danced for this many women
before.” Anthony fist-pumped the air. “It’s gonna be epic.”