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Haze goes to open his mouth but she shuts him down by raising her hand in the air.

“Last time, we fucked up big. This time, I want to do things right. Maybe you haven’t thought about it, but the media will start to ask about the nature of our relationship, and when we start touring again, people will notice you are not dating or sleeping around, and they will make assumptions. What we are doing feels normal to us, but the public will crucify us. And while I don’t give a fuck what the public thinks of my personal life, they will say things specifically aimed at me and will provoke you. It’s you who I’m worried about nothandling it because I’ve hardened to being called a slut over here and a slag in England, but it’s going to drive you insane being with me and the whole world seeing me as such.”

“Babe,” Asher gets off his stool and walks around to her. Jagger does the same. I remain where I am because I have no business in this discussion. Instead, I quietly step off my stool and wait for the opportune moment when Asher puts his arms around her, and she’s distracted to leave the room.

I hesitate in the hallway, caught between the decision to venture upstairs to my bedroom or make my way out through the front door. As the distant murmur of talking abruptly ceases, a sudden clarity dawns—I don't want to spend another minute within the confines of this building hearing Eden’s cries of passion while I’m not the one making her scream them out.

I retrieve the old metal box from my back pocket and flip it open. Inside, I find all the essentials—tobacco, rollups, filters, and a lighter. With everything in hand, I contemplate that all I need now is a pint or two to round off my evening.

Stepping outside, I carefully shut the door behind me, creating a physical and metaphorical distance from my bandmates. Pulling out my phone, I launch the Uber app to check how soon I can secure a ride. The farther away I am right now, the better.

Chapter 25

I can’t exactly recallthe moment I lost my clothes. But Asher has a magical touch, and all he has to do is wrap his body around me, automatically sending me imaginary comfort vibes that soothe my soul.

He pulls away just enough to hover his giant body over mine, leans down, and takes my lips, sucking out every distressed thought my mind is plagued with and replacing it with a longing and desire my pussy craves.

There is no logical explanation as to how Asher does it. It’s not just his physical touch; there’s something way more powerful in his ability to reach my emotional core and yank out my troubles and replace them with warmth and lust.

Lots of lust.

Here, I am completely nude with three men in all stages of undress. Ash, shirtless, has moved down to my feet to give me the hottest ever head known to women. A master of Tongue Foo, the guy has a way with his tongue, as he does with his hands when playing the drums.

Precise. Dynamic. Rhythmic. Explosive.

Oh my fucking god! I’m doing my best to hold on before I explode because I want this moment to last.

I grip onto Haze’s nude thighs behind me. He lost his clothes about the same time I did, and I can feel his erect monster poking at my back, desperate to find its way in behind me. But right now, he seems content with eating my neck out as I lean my entire weight into him.

I flick my eyes open to watch Jagger cast off the last of his clothing as he tosses his black boxer briefs aside to the scattered piles of clothes and shoes we lost some time ago. It all happened pretty fast.

Heat rushes through my body, and the two men working on me have something to do with that, but my vision is locked on the light brown, shaggy-haired demigod.

The intense gaze of Jagger’s captivating, deep, azure eyes is like sponges drinking me up, absorbing every detail of my body, with an insatiable thirst to get himself on and inside my body. My eyes are drawn to his arms and shoulders that scream strength and power. His chiseled abdominal muscles, which lead down to a V, and a happy trail that almost sends my mouth drooling and my pussy dripping.

A groan of longing rises in my throat as my eyes consume him. Of course, the other two gorgeous men here are probably responsible for the deep, audible cry that escapes me.

Jagger runs a hand over his velvety smooth cock and grins slyly at me. It’s massive, and while he has big strong hands, I’m referring to his cock. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen it, but every time I do, I bite down hard on my lip with anticipation because this man knows how to work that thing so well inside me.

He stares straight back at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes that promises me my life will never be the same after this orgy.

“Ahh,” my attention is brought to the half-dressed man at my feet, whose body is wedged between my thighs while his mouth and tongue are lost within my folds, and he’s done something that breaks through every restraint I have.

Fuck my self-control.

How the fuck can I do that with these three men here, and one has just found my G-spot.

My eyes flutter shut, and moans rip through me as I give into these men’s control. Ecstasy waves splash over me again and again, coming faster and faster until it's impossible for me to resist them.

“Ahhh, fuck!” I yell loudly as the mouth of the one behind me leaves a map of hickeys and bite marks across my neck and shoulder.

“Goddamn you, Ash!” I scream, feeling the second wave approach my senses. I can fucking hear him chuckle into my pussy.

My nails dig into the firm flesh of Haze's thighs once more as my body is taken over by a series of life-altering convulsions. A mouth suddenly locks on mine, and a tongue is forced through my lips justas I’m coming. I open my eyes to see Jagger's chestnut hair over my face.

Kissing him back like a starved animal, I groan deep into his mouth. This time, my voice is laced with a tone of desperation.

I need to be fucked.

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