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They had it all and each other...until one of them walked away...
Five years ago, rock star Quentin Nash abandoned the loves of his life and instantly regretted it. Pride and fear have kept him away. But lost, lonely, and burned out, he's come back, and he's praying they can forgive that he tainted their love.
The music world was a hell on Earth for Mel and Tasha Keane. They escaped while they still had their sanity. Now it's back on their doorstep in the form of the one man to whom they'd lost their hearts years before. There's always been a place for Quentin with them, but can they help him find his way without losing their own? 
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...Come on. Weve got a lot of catching up to do. Mel clapped Quentin on the shoulder. I hardly know where to start.
Thats easy. A genuine smile lit his troubled eyes. The oasis. I need its magiche tapped the center of his chesthere.
Tasha understood how he felt. A tall waterfall fell through the rocks, pooling below before shooting down the canyon in two creeks paralleling the road. It was a mystical place of healing, filled with serenity and magic. Rarely a day went by without her and Mel walking to it.
Great. Well run back to the office and grab some water. Mel waved his arm forward and they fell in step beside each other.
The years apart dropped away with every footstep, like theyd never been apart. But they kept to safe subjectsDiversions, their trip to Maui, family talknever mentioning Quentins alter ego Reno. Carrying two liters of water each in insulated sling pouches, they started up the trail to the oasis. Though the walk wasnt long, it never hurt to be too safety conscious.
Conversation stopped as nature surrounded them. Vegetation shaded the dirt path. Palm trees towered overhead. Birds sang with the creeks tumbling along their rock-strewn cradles.
Tasha wondered if the men were remembering past trips, times when theyd been spry enough to run up the trail. Of how they slipped naked into the oasis pool, uncaring of who might see. Of that full moon night they became one for the first time. Memories somersaulted through her, taking her breath, and reminding her of how wonderful it had been.
Before she realized it they were at the head of the trail, standing in the spray of the waterfall. She lifted her face to catch more of the mist, watching hummingbirds dart up to the falls for a drink. The scene energized her spirit, making her want to seize the moment. Decorum made her a tad more cautious. She and Mel had a business to run and a reputation to uphold. But tonight in the privacy of four walls
Boy! I dont remember the water being this cold. Quentin sat on a large slab of rock, bare feet dangling in the water. His shoes and socks were behind him.
Mel laughed and joined him, peeling off footwear as he did so. I know. Its a wonder our balls didnt crawl up our asses.
Guess we were too hot and horny to know the difference.
A look passed between them, sending shivers through Tashas body. There was no denying the want there. It was crazy on so many levels. They hadnt seen or heard from Quentin in five years. Surely catching up was a better idea than rushing into sex the instant they laid eyes on each other. But nothing had ever made real sense in their relationshipnothing, that is, but being together. She knew how much Mel had hungered for Quentin all these years; she had, too, despite their more than satisfying relationship. Theyd quickly realized it wasnt about having a third party in their bedsit was about having him there. No one but Quentin would do.
The mens gazes were locked, hands cupped over each others upper thigh. Erections swelledQuentins somewhat confined by the jockeys she knew he wore; Mels down his leg, nearly peeking from the hem of his shorts leg. All Quentin would have to do was run his finger under the hem to feel the head. Or let his tongue hunt for him.
Her pussy clenched at the thought, oozing thick juices into her panties. Nipples hardened within her bra, begging to be touchedby the mens hands or hers, they didnt care. Mel and Quentin brushed their fingers upward, and opened their thighs for the others touch. A silent gasp parted their lips when they reached testicles.
Tasha pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and edged closer to the waterfall, where shed have a good view of the men and the trail behind them. Though she longed to join them, watching them heated her in ways shed craved to experience again. Besides, they needed this moment to reconnect, and someone needed to be the lookoutif she could focus on doing so and not mirroring their actions.
Even as she cautioned herself to be diligent, Tasha unzipped her shorts and burrowed her fingers into her damp slit. She remembered how it felt to have Mels tongue on her clit while Quentin fucked her ass. How hed bring her to orgasm, then feather his tongue down to Quentins balls and make him come, too. Her breath caught at the memory. She squeezed her breast through shirt and bra, kneading the flesh until she could feel her nipple hard in the center of her palm.
They hadnt noticed her yet because they were too focused on each other. Mel cupped Quentins sac through his jeans and rubbed his thumb over the base of Quentins cock. Quentin fumbled for his zipper with one hand, while the other stroked the ridge of erection straining Mels shorts. Tasha licked her lips, wanting a taste of it, of both of them. Wanting to feel the weight of their bodies as Quentin fucked her and Mel fucked him...
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