The two of them had met Darla more than a year ago, when he’d gotten high on peyote and found himself more than six hundred miles from home, naked and carrying a guitar, a lonely hitchhiker on an Ohio highway. And Darla had been crazy enough to offer him a ride. Right now? She was riding him. The three were one hot, sweaty mess of arms and fingers, sighs and moans, the slow, deep friction of sharing Darla like a slow song you dance to by rocking your hips in tune to a sultry beat that never hurries, that takes its time. That savors. But Joe was being a jerk. Home from law school and working on the band, he was surly with Darla and only seemed to chill when they were having sex. All three of them. Which was right now. God, Darla was so hot. Lush and sweet and ripe, with eyes that invited you to come and play. Come have fun. Come let loose. Just…come. He had a permanent hard-on whenever he was around her, and no amount of sex satisfied it. Joe seemed to be the same way, except he resented the fact that Trevor lived in the same city as Darla.
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