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Need and love could make a man do some seriously strangely things. Like move back into a home he hated, just so he could be near when she visited her parents on break. Things like taking her up on the sassy challenge he'd seen in her eyes one hot, stormy night. Things like sharing her with an overly cocky, egotistical bastard who didn't have the sense to appreciate Dana for the woman she was.
It had been storming that first night when he'd gone to check on Dana. Her electricity had gone out during the storm and he hadn't realized she had company. He ended up walking around the house when she hadn't answered the door and had found her on the back porch, slightly tipsy, wearing nothing but a T-shirt made transparent by the rain and a wide, wicked smile as she smiled up at Mason Caldwell's face.
She hadn't noticed him right away.
If Mason hadn't said anything, Jake could have walked away, suffering nothing more than heartache and jealousy. Well, that and the need to pummel the man's face until that cocky grin was nothing more than a memory.
But Mason had seen him, dipped his head to whisper in Dana's ear. Dana had looked at him and that was all it had taken. He'd been lost to her ... but then he'd been lost to her pretty much from the beginning.
Rain pelted down all around, soaking his hair, soaking through his clothes, puddling under his feet as he came to a stop at the back of Dana's house.
She was soaked through, too, but she did things for that wet T-shirt that were just plain torture. Her nipples thrust against the white cotton, hard and erect, and the wet material clung to the slopes of her breasts, her trim torso and flatbelly, clinging to her hips and making it all too clear that she wasn't wearing anything under the T-shirt. It stopped at her thighs and left the long, golden length of her legs bare.
Water droplets clung to her legs as she sauntered his way, smiling at him through the rain. "Hey, Jake..."
"Sorry. Wanted to make sure you were okay." Forcing the words past his tight throat, he met her pale golden gaze and shook his head, backing away. "The ... ah ... the storm. It's knocked out all the power..."
Mason, the guy she'd been dating off and on since the past summer, slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Over her shoulder, Mason smiled at him, apparently not the least bit concerned about Dana's all-but-bare breasts, or the fact that Jake was all but drooling over them.
Dana leaned back against Mason and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "Hmmmm ... I'm just fine, Jake." She slipped away from Mason and came towards him with a smile on her face. She stopped just a few feet away, and tipped her head back to the sky. She wobbled on her legs and ending up falling against Mason with a giggle. "I love thunderstorms."
He knew that. She'd always loved thunderstorms, even when they'd been children and other kids would run inside to hide. Dana's parents would have to drag her in out of the rain and watched her like crazy to make sure she didn't slip back outside.
Smoothing a hand up her side, Mason steadied Dana on her feet before grinning in Jake's direction. "We were playing truth and dare." There was a smirk in Mason's eyes, a look that made it more than clear that he knew what Jake was thinking, even if Dana was blind to it.
Just barely, he managed to keep from sneering at Mason as he replied, "I stopped playing games a long time ago."
Dana giggled and wiggled free from Mason's arms again. "You should play more, Jake." She stumbled against him, braced her hands on his chest. Lifting her face to him, she smiled and pressed her lips to his. "Wanna play with us?"
Us? Reaching up, he closed his fingers over her upper arms, eased a few inches between them. Hell, he'd play with her any day of the week if she'd stopped seeing him as her friend, her old boyfriend from high school. "You look like you've done enough playing for a while. How much have you had to drink, Dana?"
She pursed her lips and cocked her head. "Two margaritas. One. Two."
Despite the jealous anger burning inside him, he had to laugh. "You're such a cheap drunk." He slanted a look over her shoulder, met Mason's gaze. "I take it you're not worried about the electricity being out."
Mason grinned. "We're doing just fine."
Nodding, he let go of Dana's arms but before he could leave, she threw her arms around his neck. "Awww, don't go, Jake."
Then she kissed him.
Hot, full-on and hungry, she kissed him. Her breasts went flat against his chest, her hands tangled in his hair and as rain pelted down around them, she just about turned him into a raving madman. Quick, hungry kisses, soft, strong hands pushed under his shirt and teased the skin of his back. Her soft belly cradled his cock. She moaned into his mouth and then sank her teeth into his lower lip. "Come on, Jake ... play with us. Just while the storm lasts ... I dare you."
While the storm lasts...
He reached up and wrapped his fingers around her wrists, tugged them down. "Dana, you're drunk."
She poked her lip out in a sexy pout. "Not that drunk ... I just want to play." Her gaze slid down, lingered on his cock, stiff as a poker and so damned hot and hard he hurt with it. "You wanna play, too, Jake. I can tell."
Tearing his gaze away from her face, he glared at Mason. "You want to give me a hand here?"
Mason shrugged, slid a hand down his chest. Rain continued to pour down on them in a deluge, running in rivulets into their eyes. "She's not drunk, McCoy. She had two margaritas and the last one was before the storm started. A good half-hour." His bare feet were quiet on the grass as he came up behind them, cuddling his front against Dana's all-but-naked back.
The soaking wet T-shirt she wore was no barrier at all. Not a barrier to the eyes, or anything else. She pressed against him and through it, Jake could feel the hot, hard tips of her nipples stabbing into his chest.
"Play with us," she whispered against his lips. She licked rain from his mouth and slid her hands under his shirt, easing it up. "Play..."
Jake was a patient man. But he had his limits. As Dana met his eyes, he reached the end of his. Placing his hands against her sides, he caught the soaking wet cotton of her T-shirt, stripping it upward. "What kind of game are we going to play, pretty girl?" he whispered, dipping his head and raking his teeth along the line of her neck.
She laughed and fisted her hands in his hair. "Whatever kind we want."