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his free hand and held her steady so he could stroke high and deep, finally giving her all of his cock.
    “So sweet,” he said against her ear before taking her mouth.
    He intensified their rocking, pushing her to the edge again. She felt his shaft swell inside her as his thrusts quickened. They moaned at the same time, and when he ground his body into hers, stimulating her clit, she shattered and came apart in his arms. He swallowed her cries, deepening the kiss as he drove into her three more times. Crushing her to the bed, he ran his hand roughly over her thigh, lifting it to playfully smack her ass once. He groaned in satisfaction as the kiss ended, and then rolled away to lie beside her. They lay panting, the fingers of his left hand brushing her shoulder lovingly.
    He rose and kissed her stomach before he slipped off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. When he returned, he drew her into his arms and began tracing patterns on her chest with two fingers.
    “I love watching your hands. When I found out you weren’t gay, I went to watch you guys practice.  I got pretty turned on watching your fingers move over the keys.”
    He ran a finger over her cheek, then traced her lips. “You want me to play for you?”
    “I’d love that.”
    He got up and pulled his boxers out of his pants and slipped them on. “Hang on.” He went into the bathroom and came back with a robe, which he extended to her.
    She wrapped herself up in it as he put his t-shirt back on.
    “Come on. There’s a piano downstairs.” He reached for her.
    She took his extended hand and followed him. “We won’t wake anyone?”
    “No one’s ever complained. I go down and play all the time when I can’t sleep. Vince loves it, says it helps him sleep.”
    She squeezed his hand. “He might need that tonight.” As they reached the ground floor she glanced to Vince’s door. Was he sleeping or lying awake? What might he be thinking about tonight? She wanted to tell Emerson to try to check on him again, but as he led her into a small parlor he kissed her hand. He looked so happy she didn’t want to bring to mind anything that might spoil it. Tomorrow, he would talk to Vince, and what happened would depend on how honest Vince was willing to be with his friend. She couldn’t blame Vince for being afraid, but even after their lovemaking, she felt Emerson cared for Vince in a deeper way than even he knew. He could hardly go even ten minutes without mentioning him, so she could only guess the extent to which the other man filled his thoughts.
    They sat together at the piano bench, and he began to play for her. As the sweet, soft melody filled the room, she hoped it would reach Vince and soothe him. She felt him calling to her, as if he were in the room, and as she enjoyed the bittersweet sensation she watched Emerson play. She couldn’t blame Vince for loving him—she could feel herself falling already. She leaned her elbow on the piano top and cradled her head, watching his fingers dance over the keys and enjoying the warmth filling her heart.
     
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Emerson rested his hand on the doorknob, hesitant to turn it. Taking a breath, he wrapped his fingers around it and twisted. The knob gave, and he opened the door. He slipped in and closed it again, turning to scan the room. Vince lay on the bed wearing only his jeans. The comforter had been thrown over the foot of the bed, and the sheets were twisted all around him. His head lolled to the side at the sound of the door, and their eyes met.
    “What was that you were playing last night?” Vince asked.
    Emerson went to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, sitting beside Vince and crossing his legs. “Something I wrote. I call it ‘Under the Stars’.”
    “Really? It’s beautiful.” He stretched and closed his eyes. “Made me think of all those nights in your backyard.”
    “That’s exactly what it’s about.”
    Vince opened his eyes again, and the brightness of their