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fetched us all another drink while I watched Lucas and the others take down the drums and pack up their equipment. When they finished, Amber approached the stage and attracted Lucas’s attention. Jumping off the stage, he just stood with his arms crossed as he listened to what she had to say. My heart alternated – one second it burned in fury and the next it shattered in pain. I couldn’t decide what I should do or even what I wanted to do.
    Lucas disappeared, leaving Amber standing near the stage, making me wonder if he was packing up his truck and she was waiting for him. I took a long drink just as my cell rang. Locating my phone at the bottom of my bag, my heart lifted when Lucas’s name appeared.
    “What?” I snapped.
    He chuckled. “I ditched your friend, Amber. Meet me out front. I’ll pick you up.”
    He hung up as I gaped, my eyes darting from Amber to the front door and back again. Clutching my phone, I looked at my friends. “He’s, um, going to pick me up out front.”
    Bailey snorted, her eyes full of glee. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
    I smiled and shot out of my seat. “See you in the morning.”
    He opened the truck door and I slipped inside, my hands all over him. He returned my eager kisses momentarily before easing me back. “Buckle the lap belt and let’s get out of here.”
    I did as he asked, resting my hand on his thigh. My heart was singing a sweet victory song as my eyes drank in every inch of him.
    As soon as we entered the house, I dropped my bag and jumped on him. He laughed in my mouth as he set me on my feet. “Hold on, can you? I’d like to take a quick shower.”
    “Fine,” I pouted. He kissed my jutted bottom lip before disappearing into his room. Bored, I followed. He grinned at me as he pushed open the bathroom door.
    He raised a brow and nodded at the bed. “You can wait there for me if you’d like.” He entered the bathroom and shut the door.
    A blazing lust burned in my groin as I stood frozen. I heard the water start and then the shower. Breaking out of my trance, I began to strip – I wasn’t waiting.
    Steam poured into the bedroom as I opened the bathroom door. His voice echoed off the walls as he sang an old Eagles song I recognized. I smiled, my face softening. It was sweet – almost boyish – and it made my heart warm.
    Peeking behind the curtain, I grinned as I watched him duck his head under the stream of water, rivulets flowing down the muscles in his back. I jumped at the opportunity and climbed in behind him. Once I snaked my arms around his waist, he started and twirled, eyes wide.
    A crinkly-eyed smile lit up his face as I ran my hands up his soapy chest and connected them behind his head.
    “Were you feeling a little dirty, love?” he asked. I only smiled.
    He pecked my lips as he gripped my hips and hoisted me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist and our position spurred my desire and jolted my heart. His lips captured mine causing me to moan in his mouth. Ripping my lips away from his, I begged him to take me. He obliged as he pushed me against the shower wall. The water soaked his head and trickled down his face, the misty spray cooling my overheated body.
    As we each approached our peak, he withdrew and set me carefully on my feet before reaching behind him to shut off the water. My groggy mind whirled, trying to figure out why he’d stop now.
    “What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
    He yanked a towel off the rack, wrapped it around my body, and then lifted me once more. Carrying me to his bedroom, he dropped me on the bed. He crawled over me, grinning. “Condom, baby.” He kissed me then reached for the box on his nightstand. His hands trembled as he tore at the wrapper. I ripped it out of his hands impatiently and removed the condom.
    “Let me,” I ordered.
    “Oh, no. If you touch me there, it will all be over,” he said and I delighted to see a slight tint on his cheeks.
    I fell back to the bed while he