by Finn, Thia
“Chan, I fucking love it when those muscles tighten up on me like that.”
“I need to feel you NOW, Keeton, please.”
“Not to worry, babe,” he said rolling her over and lifting up her hips. He ran his finger through her juices while spreading her legs apart with his knees. He leaned into her and put the smooth head of his hard cock at her opening mixing both of their juices while bathing himself in her sweetness. Sliding up and down her crease, he briefly stopped at her anal opening causing her to flinch.
“Keeton, no!” Her words were laced with tension.
“Not now babe, but one day,” and then he plunged into the spot that seemed to pull him in and hold him. “You know how much I love the first time I slide inside this warm pussy, babe? It’s all good but the first plunge just fucking makes me want to come so hard.”
He began moving in and out of her slowly hoping to make it last as long as possible. When she clamped down on him with her inner muscles, it was like she could hold him prisoner.
“Chan, I love you so much, babe.” Sitting back on his heels, he pulled her body up to him, her legs straddling his thighs. He wrapped his arms around her middle holding her back close to his chest as he rolled his hips under her thrusting in and out. When he captured her nipple with the fingers of one hand and found her clit with the other, she cried out his name over and over thinking she might pass out. The position they were in was intense and overwhelming to her senses as he was able to drive so deeply into her and hold her tightly so that she couldn’t escape when her orgasm made her too sensitive. Laying her back down, he pulled on her hips as he continued to pump through her orgasm finding his own release. After several minutes, he kissed down her spine, and pulled out of her and rolled her over to look at him.
“I swear the things you do to me, Chan. I love you, babe.”
“I love you so much, too, KeeMac. So much.”
She kissed him on the cheeks, wrapped an arm around his waist, and fell asleep as he pulled the covers over them.
Waking to the sun shining in their room, Chandler made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She couldn’t fathom the idea that she had so much family now and people who she could love and who loved her back. The entire idea of having family and the two bands and their family was almost more than she could wrap her mind around. Dressing quietly, she left KeeMac sleeping and went into the sitting area of the suite.
Ryder came from his room and saw her sitting with coffee at the dining room table. “Did you leave me some of that?”
“Sure. Want me to fix you a cup?” he nodded.
“KeeMac still asleep in there?”
“Yeah, he will probably sleep all day if we leave him alone and he’s so hard to wake up.”
“Don’t think I don’t know how it is. I haven’t had enough sleep for twenty damn years.” They both laughed at this.
With the Keurig brewing another cup of coffee, KeeMac came through the doorway, naked. “Are you making that for me, babe?”
“KEETON!”
“Dude, as much as I know my BABY GIRL loves you, I DO NOT want to see what she loves.”
Fully waking at their yelling, KeeMac looked down, “Oh. Uh. Shit. Sorry.” He stepped back and shut the door quickly.
“I’m so embarrassed. I cannot believe he did that!” Her face matched the red mug she was holding.
“You did say he was hard to wake. Hope he doesn’t do too much sleepwalking like that!” Ryder laughed, and when Chandler was finally able to shake off her mortification enough to find the humor in the situation, she laughed too. “I’ve lived this life a long time, Chan. I understand it. And I’ve seen a lot of crazy shit.”
Returning this time fully clothed, KeeMac apologized to them both for his earlier entrance. Ryder joked with him it would be a story to tell when KeeMac was old and gray like him, then proceeded to tell them a few of stories of all his years on the road that had all three of them in fits of laughter until their sides ached. It was the kind of laugh that felt good, cathartic, like it was healing something, making something whole again.
“Hey, I’ve been thinking about something that I wanted to run by y’all. We would have to get it cleared with everyone, of course. But what do you think Assured Distraction would say about coming out on tour with us? We leave in a week, and it will last four months. Y’all would be our opening act, and it would involve some international stops. I believe it would be a great opportunity for AD, and Chandler and I would get a lot more time together. I’ve just found her and I’m not ready to leave her yet.”
The look on their faces was all he needed for an answer.
“Well then, call up your band and manager, and let’s get the fucking wheels rolling on this AD/Steel tour.”
Epilogue
“Do I really have to deal with all of this right now?” Chandler gave her parents’ lawyer an annoyed look, once again.
“No, honestly, you don’t have to do this yet but the sooner you get it all over with the faster you can move on with your life, Chandler.”
“OK, I want you to look at all of my parents’ charities and let’s make a nice donation to each one. Then I want to set up two scholarships, for male and female aspiring musicians, at my mom’s high school. That’s two decisions I’ve already made. I will think about the rest but get started on the whole legal part of the Will.” With that she got up and left the attorney’s office.
Meeting KeeMac back at his house, Chandler started thinking about what she wanted to take with her on the European leg of the tour with Steel. She was still in awe with the idea that not only was the band going to benefit from this tour but she was going to get to spend more time with her dad. Everything in her life had changed quickly, and most of it was for the better.
“Chandler, babe, what are you doing?” He wrapped his arms around her as she stood at the foot of the bed sorting clothes for her suitcase.
“I was thinking about how great the tour was going to be with my two favorite men on it.” She giggled and turned in his arms to hold on to him. “This is going to be the best time of my life.”
“I do believe I am going to fucking love having you to myself again on a bus for several weeks.” He pulled her in and kissed her until her head was spinning.
“OK, well, that has to stop or I’m not going to finish packing,” she said as she unlaced her fingers from his hair.
“Yeah, I see how’s it’s going to be,” he teased. “I didn’t think the honeymoon phase would end so quickly.”
“Honeymoon? We haven’t even dated yet.” With her back to him, she continued rolling clothes and carefully arranging them in the suitcase.
“Sure we have. We’ve dated all over the western half of the U.S.” He couldn’t see her face to judge how she was receiving this info so he moved around and lay across the bed to watch her.
“No, we haven’t. We’ve had sex all over the western half of the U.S.” Her tone was light, and KeeMac couldn’t decide where she was going with this.
“Wait, Chan.” He sat up, grabbed her hands and pulled her around the corner of the bed toward him. “Are we OK? I mean, with everything that’s gone on, I just want to know that we are good. You know I love you and I know it happened fast but I’m all-in on this. You still feel the same, right?”
“Of course I do, Keeton. I love you with all my heart. I’m just excited about spending time with my dad, is all. I want to really get to know him, and I’m glad you will be there to get to know him, too. We’ve only been together a short time, though, and we need to get to know each other better, too.” She kissed him lightly and pulled him in for a hug, trying to reassure him that everything was great between them.
“Whoo, you had me scared there for a moment. I guess I need to up my game with you while we are on the road. Dates, huh? I think I can handle that. Just think, not many couples can say their first dates in different countries all over Europe during the first year of their lives together.” He kissed the
top of her head and held her close. He knew things between them were still new but he was head-over-heels, and he had never felt anything like this. He knew she was the one for him, but didn’t want to push her, she’d had a lot to deal with in the past few months.
Chandler stood and went back to packing. “So, what kind of shit do you think is going to be problems this time around with the band? I would like to be a little more prepared for band problems this time.”
“You know exactly what’s going to be a problem: Krissy. I think she must have spent the entire time she was home, nursing Janae back to health or something, getting her head filled with all sorts of propaganda about keeping her man in town and that there’s more to life than music. She wants Ryan to step off this crazy train and stay with her. I hate to tell her this, but her bitching and nagging isn’t going to get him to change his mind.” KeeMac picked up a red, lacy lingerie Chandler had folded on the bed and rubbed it down his cheek. “Babe, you know I have a thing for red, right?”
She snatched the tiny piece of lace away from him. “Keeton, I have this all matched together. I’ll be sure and tell you ahead of time when I’m going to wear it on stage.” There wasn’t much folding to a g-string but she wanted all of the bras and panties matched together in the suitcase so she refolded them and put them in the designated section.
“So you think she would cause problems for him to try to persuade him to stay home? I mean I know she can be bitchy but she knew what she was getting into from the beginning, right?”
“Yeah. That’s what’s so fucked up about it. She knew we were going to be touring and that’s been the goal from day one. She needs to back the hell up and let this happen for him and for the band.” KeeMac stood and walked in his closet returning with his own suitcase.
“You mean you’re actually going to pack early this time?” Chandler laughed a little.
Giving her his smirk, he opened it on the bed by hers. “Well, if I’m going to be dating my best girl here, I need to go prepared, don’t I?”
“Good plan. Hey, later today, I am going to need some help. I need to close up my little house and move the few things out and back to my new old home.” The look she gave him wasn’t too happy though and he knew it was going to be hard for her to face her parents’ home as being hers.
“Chan, you know you don’t have to live there. Move your stuff here. We’ve only got a few days until we leave and after we get back, you do plan to stay here permanently, right?” He stopped what he was doing waiting for her answer.
“Why Mr. MacDonald, are you asking me to move in with you?” Her voice was laced with a southern drawl. “I thought we were just talking about dating.”
He reached out and grabbed her hand pulling her flush against him. “Yes, I am asking you to move in with me. We are about to spend the next few months eating, sleeping, fucking, and yes, dating. The absolute last thing I’m going to want is for you to live somewhere else when we get back. We have plenty of room here and this place is so much closer to everything in Austin. I mean, I know you have a really nice home out in The Hills, but it’s so far away. But hey, if you want to live there, we’ll work something out. I don’t really care as long as we are in the same place.”
Jumping up and wrapping around him, she gave him a hard, sweet kiss. “Yes, Keeton MacDonald, I will move in with you. We’ll figure the rest out when we get back. Let’s enjoy the tour and not think about this ‘adulting’ thing until we get back.”
To be continued...
Ryan’s story continues the fun with Assured Distraction...
Excerpt from His Distraction
Book #2 of Assured Distraction Series
Who tha fuck wa tat?” Carter’s drunken speech was difficult to decipher.
“Awe, ‘ell. It ‘as Krissssssyyy.” Ryan drew out the last few letters as though his brain couldn’t remember the word was finished. They had been drinking on the bus since they left Denver almost a day and half ago, heading home to Austin. Chandler had disappeared during their stop in Amarillo the night before and the guys had picked up the pace of their alcohol consumption trying to help calm Keeton down.
“She’s pissed ‘cause Imma drunk in th’ middle of th’ dayyyy.” Ryan took another pull off the long neck beer.
“That’s realll nice bro. That’ll be some gooooood make-up sex for ya’ when ya’ getto ‘er.” Carter mimicked the act from his sitting position spilling beer everywhere.
“Awwwe, shit man,” Ryan started laughing at him and fell over sideways on the couch. “Nooowww it’s like ya’ pissed yourself in th’ chair.” He couldn’t stop laughing while Carter attempted to brush the liquid off his crotch.
“This sucks. Wasted almos’ a whole fuckin’ brew.” Still wiping at it.
Laughing so hard he could hardly talk, Ryan tried to get out, “Wha the fuck are ya’ doin’, asswipe? Ya’ can’t wipe beer off.” This caused him to laugh even harder until he passed out and let his own bottle hit the floor and roll away, spilling beer across the living space of the bus.
KeeMac and Gunner were already passed out, and when Ryan closed his eyes and stopped laughing, Carter put his head back on the chair and fell into drunken slumber, as well.
****
Waking up to the bus coming to a halt in the middle of the parking lot where they had boarded the bus two months ago, they were all happy to see Austin again. KeeMac left the bus in a run to get to Chandler. Where ever she was he was going to find her. With a rent car sitting there waiting on him, he ran into the office to grab the keys and left half of the tires on the pavement getting out of the lot.
Carter woke up and saw the bottle lying in his lap with its contents still causing his jeans to be damp between his legs. “What the Fuck!” His yelling woke up Gunner and Ryan.
“Dude, can you keep it down a little? My head is killing me. What did we do?”
“Looks like we killed a bottle of tequila at some point,” Gunner said rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I think I swallowed cotton.”
“Better than something else you could have swallowed.” Carter laughed when he said it. Gunner just gave him the finger and kept rubbing.
“Yeah, you and KeeMac pussied out on us so soon that we could have pulled some good tricks on y’all.”
Gunner stopped rubbing and looked at Carter who was now standing. “Damn, dude, you were so drunk that you took a piss in that chair!” He now pointed to Carter’s crotch and started laughing himself.
“Hell no, I didn’t.” Carter stood up and the bottle rolled off and onto the floor. “See it’s beer.”
“Cash is going to love this. Piss and beer all on the furniture and floor. He’s going to wonder what went on.” Gunner was still laughing at Carter.
“I’m telling you I did not piss on myself. I’ve never been that drunk.” Carter was starting to grow angry at the accusation.
“That’s a fucking lie right there. Remember that time we decided to...” Gunner was gearing up for a good story.
“Shut the fuck up, Gunner.” Carter knew Gunner had many stories to draw on from all of their debauchery. When the laughter from the three died down, they started collecting their things from the inside of the bus.
“I’m glad we decided to sleep off the buzz we had going because we gotta drive home, and I am so ready to see my own fucking bed.” Carter picked up his bags and headed out the bus door walking bowlegged from the wet crotch. “Damn, I feel like I have on a wet diaper of something.” This gave way to another bout of laughter. When they stepped off the bus in the evening sun, they shielded their eyes.
“Yeah, by the way my head feels right now, I think I’ll sleep a few days.” Gunner spoke, lowering his sunglasses.
Looking over at Ryan, Gunner said, “Who you calling already... no, don’t answer that, ‘cause I already know this shit: Krissy. Didn’t you tell her what time we would be here?”
“Yeah. But she’s not here, and she’s not answering the damn phone.” Ry
an knew she was not all that dependable but he told her almost the exact time to be in the lot to get him. He was dying to see her since their visits had been short-and-sweet during the two-month tour.
“Looks like your fucked, dude.” Gunner bent down to get the rest of the items from storage under the bus.
“DAMMIT, KRISSY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!” Ryan yelled it into the phone when it rolled to voice mail this time.
The guys dug through all the luggage and pulled out the items belonging to them. Ryan set his aside so he could call a cab. He called Krissy’s number one more time and still nothing. As soon as he hit end, the phone lit up with text message from a number he didn’t recognize.
Janae: This is Janae. Krissy’s in jail and needs you to bail her out, ASAP.
Ryan: WTF?! I just got off the bus in Austin. What happened?
Janae: I’m at work, go get your girlfriend, douche
Ryan: Is she OK? I gotta call a cab first. Which station? WTF happened J?
Janae: Whatever, just get her out of jail. She’s been there a few hours.
“This is un-fucking-believable.” Ryan said to everyone standing around. “Krissy’s in jail and I gotta go bail her ass out!” He was beyond angry.
“What did she do to get thrown in jail since you talked to her last?” Carter pulled the handles of the suitcase up to head to his car.
“Hell if I know. Janae texted and said I needed to go get her.”
“Dude, where’s your truck? I’ll take you to it. Get your shit and let’s go.” Gunner was already heading in that direction.
When they headed out of the parking lot, Gunner said, “There is no telling what she did. It’s the middle of the work week and she should be at work, right?”
“Yeah, she should be. She’ll probably get fired now for not showing up and for getting arrested for some dumb shit thing she did.” The more Ryan thought about it, the angrier he became. He knew she was easy to get riled up when she was mad but he didn’t see her doing something so dumb to get arrested for it. She liked to drink a little but she wouldn’t be drinking in the middle of the day, especially after busting his balls about doing it earlier.