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salty musk of his cum on her tongue, intoxicated him. Even after three years together, she brought out his need to love and possess her. Only one other had ever brought him to the brink with little more than a kiss.
    When she backed away, the spark of desire in Juniper’s eyes dimmed. “Jacoby.”
    He should punish her for speaking out of turn and using his name. Should want to smother her with kisses until she begged for release. He couldn’t do either. The sadness in her voice combined with his inner turmoil zapped his heart.
    “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
    Jacoby bit down hard on his tongue. He could lie. Parkur Thompson walked away from him, from the both of them, more than a year prior. He’d wanted the band and the fame, not the sanctity of the music. He’d wanted just a wife, not a male lover and a wife. “I can’t be with the both of you. It’s not right.” Jacoby closed his eyes. The hurt, fresh even after the passage of time, gnawed at his soul.
    Juniper cupped his cheek, bringing him out of his silent pity party, smoothing her thumb along his jaw. “What did the letter say?”
    The letter. The damned impersonal correspondence from the record label. “You and I are to be in the Atrius Building downtown at seven p.m.”
    She tipped his chin to meet his gaze. “Think he really wants us?”
    “Fuck if I know.” Parkur’s mood swings were legendary. One moment he’d wanted the threesome—needed them to be solid for the band, the music, for him. The next minute he needed a traditional wife and children.
    Juniper snuggled against Jacoby, resting her head on his shoulder. “We made a good band. The people liked Razrs Edge when we were all together. Despite the sales for our album together, he’s probably realised the new line-up isn’t suited to our music.”
    “But why now? Because the fans hate Rhiannon and her screaming horse-shit songs?” To hide the frustration coursing through his veins, Jacoby wrapped her tight in his embrace. “We’re not here for him to use us to make money. Been there, done that, over it. I like my life, and I love you. Fuck him.”
    Juniper sat silent for a pregnant moment. She’d been a founding member of Razrs Edge right along with Parkur. Hell, she’d been involved with Parkur until Jacoby came along. Instead of reacting with jealousy, she’d welcomed him into the musical relationship. As for the physical relationship, it had taken time and tenderness to get the three of them into a groove.
    “I want to say it’s because he truly needs us. Bone-deep, can’t-live-without-us desire.” Her hand stilled over his and her voice wavered. “But this is Parkur. He’s the only one who knows what goes on in his mind.”
    Jacoby raked his fingers through his hair. “It won’t be the same.”
    “Never is.”
    As if he’d flipped the switch deep within her, Juniper stiffened. Jacoby sensed her fear. The sheer veracity of the love between the three of them wasn’t something that could last. Damned near came apart when they’d first began the tryst. Jacoby kissed the top of her head and rested his cheek against her forehead. “Ju, I feel the worry in your bones.” His heart splintered when her tears wetted his chest. “I love you, flower girl. His being around won’t change things for you and me.”
    “You still love him,” she said in a husky voice he barely recognised. “He is your soul mate. I’m a placeholder. I’ve accepted it.”
    Jacoby shifted in the recliner and cupped her chin, forcing her gaze to his. “We were meant to be three. The music, the laughter, the fucking…it all equalled our magic number.” Time to show her she meant the world to him. “Stand, pet.”
    Juniper complied and scurried off his lap. With her hands at her sides, she bowed her head. Jacoby unfolded himself from the chair and crossed the few steps to her position. “I won’t leave you, Ju. You’re mine. Always.” As he kissed her, invading her mouth with