Colors of Love (13 page)

“Hundreds,” Seth answered. “Maybe even thousands.”

She’d turned to Luke. “Has a groupie ever tried to give both of you a blowjob at the same time?”

Desire had flared in Luke’s eyes. “Not a groupie, no. But I tried once. Failed miserably. Almost gave myself whiplash.” Luke had kicked off his pants.

He’d made his way to meet them in the center of the loungeroom, and Kaz’d slid to her knees and buried her face in Seth’s groin, inhaling his musky scent. Luke had pressed up close to Seth. So close their thighs melded together, and Kaz grasped Luke’s cock in her other hand and held it beside Seth’s, skin to skin.

Then she’d had to pause for a moment, because the sight before her took her breath away. She’d held two erect penises in her hand. Not one in each hand. Two in one hand. She couldn’t have wrapped her palm around both of them, their combined girth was too wide, but then she hadn’t needed to. The instant Seth’s cock touched Luke’s, the two men had ground against each other, providing the friction Kaz couldn’t.

She’d never seen anything as arousing. Her mouth had watered for a taste of both of them. It wasn’t as if the men were gentle. No, they ground with a force that she’d thought would be painful. But from the rapturous sounds escaping them, there’d been no pain involved, only pleasure.

Drops of precome had dampened the tip of Seth’s slightly curved cock—all the invitation she’d needed. She’d lowered her head and licked away the drops. And once she’d licked Seth, she could hardly ignore Luke. When she’d opened her mouth as wide as she could and taken both of their cockheads inside, swirling her tongue around them, the blood had burned like fire in her veins. She’d looked up to find Seth and Luke kissing, their mouths melded, their expressions blissful. She might have felt excluded, had Luke’s hand not found its way to her shoulder and caressed her the entire time, and Seth’s hand not tunneled into her hair, massaging her scalp.

She’d given herself over to the sensuality of the moment, using her mouth when she could, her hands when she couldn’t and simply enjoying the continual heated grind of cock against cock.

Seth had come first—with an erotic growl. Seth always came first, Kaz realized. Luke would not give in to his own release until he’d been assured of Seth’s. Kaz watched as he’d spurted. One, two, three streams of come shooting from his cock and landing on her hand and Luke’s shaft.

Luke had followed moments later, and Kaz caught his release in her mouth. His seed mixed with Seth’s, their combined flavor bursting on her tongue, a little bitter, a little salty, a whole lot delicious.

And when it had ended, neither man had wasted time treating Kaz to a similar delight.

Together, they’d knelt at her feet and tongued her into oblivion. Between the combined feel of a tongue in her slit, a mouth over her clit and the tantalizing sight of two men kissing over her pussy, she’d lasted all of two minutes before reeling over the edge.

Chapter Eight

The muscles in Luke’s neck seized. For the third time since the concert began, Nathan sang off key. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t missed his lead-in to the previous song, forcing the band to play the opening notes again. Or if he hadn’t refused to sing “Loving Eyes”, a ballad that inevitably brought the house down.

Onstage, Seth and Zachary exchanged yet another concerned look, then Seth caught Luke’s eye, and the worry on his face told him he was just as unhappy with his oldest brother as Luke was.

Nathan was off his game because Sophie had disappeared, and he’d been forced to leave Sydney without her. Although both Nathan and Luke had asked Kaz to help them track Sophie down, Kaz had refused, rationalizing that Sophie must have had her reasons for taking off. If she’d wanted to be found, she’d have contacted Nathan herself.

“Luke?” Kaz’s hand found his arm now with a comforting squeeze. She’d obviously sensed there were problems.

“Nathan’s fucking up the concert,” Luke growled and said no more.

Kaz didn’t push him to speak further, which was just as well. He was in no mood for talk. Nor did she move her hand. She left it there, and Luke didn’t try to shove it off. He couldn’t deny he appreciated the warmth that seeped through his arm from her touch.

It wasn’t Nathan’s performance or Kaz’s fierce protection of her friend that had Luke’s gut twisted in a bleeding knot. It was Seth.

Seth, the kid who two minutes before the concert had started had told Luke how much he liked Kaz. How they’d already become good friends. Seth, who’d slapped him on the back and told him he’d done good finding Kaz.

Luke had wanted things to work out like this. He’d wanted Seth to fall for Kaz. Truth be told, he was damn proud of his choice of replacement. Kaz was perfect for Seth, and Seth was crazy about her. Everything was going according to his plan.

So why the fuck did it hurt so bad? Why did he want to clutch his chest as though someone had cracked his ribs and ripped out his heart? No one had died. No one was seriously injured. Better yet, no one was lying on the floor, a victim of Luke’s violent nature. So why did he still feel as though he was about to lose his best friend?

Perplexed by his reaction to his own game plan, Luke took it out on Nathan after the concert. He told him in no uncertain terms to go the fuck back to Sydney to find Sophie, and then threatened that if he didn’t find her, he shouldn’t bother returning to Melbourne.

Although Luke knew in his heart he’d given Nathan the right advice, he was disgusted with his own behavior. He’d never spoken to any of the Pace brothers like that before.

Knowing the band’s reputation was at stake, Luke forced himself to get his shit together. He had interviews to manage, rides back to the hotel to coordinate and another after-party to contend with. He stiffened his spine, squared his shoulders and did his job, deliberately packing more work on Seth’s and Zachary’s shoulders. Nathan was in no state to talk to the press.

While Zachary wooed fans and Seth fielded questions from Fox and ABC—with Kaz at his side as his supposed PR manager—Luke got on the phone and together with the Australian concert tour promoter, organized flights and accommodations for Nathan. No easy feat in a foreign country at midnight. But he did it because that was his job. And because he cared about Nathan.

And because if he didn’t, he’d storm into one of Seth’s interviews, grab the kid by his balls, haul him out the room and fuck him in the darkest corner he could find. Stake his claim. Let Seth know he belonged to Luke. Always.

Only he didn’t belong to Luke. He could never belong to Luke, and Luke’s devastation and inability to reel in his emotions just proved it. Luke ticked away, a time bomb waiting to explode.

When he did explode, he did not want Seth anywhere near the fallout.

Seth spent the night alone with Kaz. Luke pleaded exhaustion and went to bed, alone. It was a bullshit excuse, and Seth knew it.

Fingers of frustration tugged at his chest. He wasn’t any closer to realizing his dream of forever with Lucas. If anything, the dream was further out of reach than it had been before the tour began.

He knew that with Kaz around there was no way he and Luke could get closer. He also knew there was no way Luke was letting Kaz leave anytime soon. Which left Seth in a quandary. He wanted time alone with Luke, but he enjoyed Kaz’s company too.

Yeah, sex with Luke and Kaz was mind blowing, but it wasn’t sex he sought with Kaz. It was friendship, the strong sense of camaraderie he’d felt ever since she’d stepped into his suite in Sydney.

Even now the bond between them strengthened. They sat in Seth’s suite talking. Talking—not fucking. Neither of them was in the mood for sex, not without Luke. Seth ordered an array of platters from room service and watched with a smile as Kaz tucked in.

While they ate, they spoke about anything and everything. Seth expressed his frustration about Luke. Told her how long he’d been in love with him and how much he wanted Luke to commit, but no matter what he did, Luke seemed to hold tight to some invisible barrier he’d constructed between them.

Seth even admitted that he believed Luke had included Kaz in their bed play as a way of reinforcing that barrier. In response Kaz told Seth she understood more than he realized because she’d read it in their auras.

Seth was justifiably perplexed, so Kaz hurried to explain.

“I don’t see the world the same as everyone else does. I never have. I see it in a wash of color. When I look around, every living thing is surrounded by color. The more complex the organism, the more complex the shades that surround it. People have a…well, a rainbow surrounding them, each hue reflective of a different aspect of that person’s life. That’s how I knew you and Luke were in love. When you look at each other, or even when you’re close, it’s difficult to miss the pinks that glow from both of you.”

“Pinks?” Seth said, appalled. “Couldn’t you see reds or blues? Or maybe silvers and golds?”

“Pink,” she confirmed. “It tells me that you love each other. Passionately.”

Seth snorted, unconvinced. “I carry my heart on my sleeve when it comes to Luke. Anyone could pick up on that. Tell me more. Tell me what else you see when you look at me.”

She studied him for a long time. “You sure you wanna hear this?”

Seth nodded.

Kaz danced her hand over his head, as though touching something he couldn’t see. “You’re a dreamer, Seth Pace. You spend your time with your head lost in the clouds, thinking up wonderful, marvelous things that are usually impossible to achieve. Most people would stop there. Would dream the dreams and move on. But with you, it’s different.” Now her hand moved to his chest, and she laid it over his heart. “With you, when you dream big enough and when you want it bad enough, you find a way to make it happen.” She hesitated. “More?”

He nodded. “Definitely more.” How on earth could she know all that?

She ran her hand close to his cheek, but she didn’t touch him. “You have a crimson halo just here, all mixed up with a beautiful silvery grey glow, which tells me you’re creative.” She smiled. “And yes, the lyrics of your songs tell me the same thing. But they don’t give hints that you’re in touch with your feminine side. Uh-uh—” she shushed him when he would have objected, “—that’s not a bad thing. Not at all. It just means you understand your emotions better than most men do.” She waved her hand around his neck. “This royal blue tells me you’ve found your chosen path. You’re content with the way your life is going. And this carmine red hue over here?”

“There’s red around my stomach?”

She nodded. “Are you seeking a change of some sort? A life-altering kind of a change?”

He hesitated. “Damn, you’re astute.”

“No, I’m just reading your aura. Actually, this red is the reason I’m here. I’ve been seeing it all over. Seeing it in you and Luke and even in myself. It’s as if we’re all seeking out some kind of change.”

“What change are you seeking?” Seth asked.

She shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. I’m…a little lost at the moment. Jobless and directionless. I don’t know what I want to do with my life. Which is ridiculous. At twenty-eight I should know these things. But there you have it. I don’t. Maybe one of these days I’ll stumble across the right path.” She smiled. “How about you? You actively looking to change something about your life?”

Seth nodded. “It’s like I said, I’m trying to change Luke’s approach to me. Trying to get him to commit. I’m determined, sweet pea. I want him to be a part of my life forever, you know? Not just in a professional capacity. I want him with me. Always.”

And so the conversation went, long into the night. And when exhaustion took its toll, Kaz curled up beside Seth in bed, and they both fell asleep.

Luke found them like that the next morning when he came to get Seth for a meeting. He didn’t try to get into bed with them, just hurried Seth along. He no longer seemed quite as upset as he had been last night, but Kaz could see he was still conflicted and distant—and in no mood to discuss it.

While
Speed
and Luke took care of band business—without Nathan, as he’d flown back to Sydney—Kaz took the time to wander through St Kilda, browse the stores and enjoy a laid-back lunch. She’d known all along she’d be spending time by herself. Luke had warned her about the prescheduled publicity shoots and band practices.

Kaz wasn’t exactly alone. Luke had insisted Bernie accompany her “for protection”. But the man was so unobtrusive
,
trailing a few feet behind her and sitting at a different table
,
that
after the first half an hour of feeling ridiculous about having her own personal bodyguard, Kaz forgot he was there.

It had been ages since she’d had time out, just for herself. Work had monopolized most of her days, and Martin had monopolized most of her nights. In the time since she’d quit both work and her ex, she’d spent long hours searching for another job—to no avail.

The problem was, Kaz had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. She was used to retail, having worked in an up-market dress shop for two and a half years. But clothes held no interest for her. She’d only stayed that long because the pay had been excellent.

Kaz reckoned she was good in retail, she just wasn’t sure what she wanted to sell. Her musings were brought to an end when she stumbled upon a small New-Age store tucked away in a back street. Something about
The Little Shop of Treasures
made her want to walk inside, and when she did, she felt as if she’d come home
.
She felt as if she belonged here, as if her kilometers of walking had led her to this place.