He fucked me through it, not letting up. He built up a steady rhythm, the force of his fucking lifting me off the bed. My entire body felt the impact of those thrusts. He shuddered and groaned, and I knew he was close.
He stiffened behind me and I felt the flood of him rush into me, coating my insides. My arms gave out and I fell onto the bed face-first. I turned my cheek to the side to keep from suffocating myself.
Jayce withdrew his cock slowly and collapsed beside me, leaving me quivering and panting. Neil sprawled out on the bed on my other side. They each wrapped an arm around me, Jayce’s around my shoulders and Neil’s around my hips. My hair clung to the back of my neck, sweaty from the exertion.
The taste of Neil still coated my tongue, and I was acutely aware of my sticky thighs from when Jayce came inside me.
I wanted them both again, already.
The three of us lay there panting heavily for several long, quiet minutes. Neil laced his fingers with mine and pressed the back of my hand to his lips. Jayce took my other hand and held it to his chest, over his heart.
“So, what happens now?” Neil asked, breaking the silence, voice still breathless.
“I don’t know,” I confessed, still trying to catch my breath. “All I know is that I want you. Both of you. I think we can make this work. That is,” I faltered. “If you still want me, too.”
Neil pressed another kiss to my hand. “Always.”
Jayce ran his hand up my spine and kissed my bare shoulder. “We’ll make it work. I promise.”
“We promise,” Neil added, squeezing my hand.
My heart filled with warmth at their words. Despite all our false starts, maybe we really could make it work.
The three of us together.
AFTER THE SITUATION with the crazy stalker, there had been some discussion among the music executives whether to cancel the tour or not. If anything was going to put a stop to it, a crazy fan attacking one of the band members was going to be it. They’d flown down one of their representatives to talk to the band. I’d been pulled into the meeting because I was at the center of it all. We piled onto the tour bus for some privacy while we discussed our options.
The entire band had protested when canceling the tour was brought up. They’d worked so hard and didn’t want to disappoint their legions of fans. Jayce, in particular, was adamant that he was fine to go back on stage. The police had kept the whole thing quiet, and news of the incident hadn’t yet been made public. No one outside the employees at Dark Sound Studios, Neil and myself included, knew what had happened. In the end, Kell made the final veto, and Deena gave in.
There were still a lot of questions about how the fan had managed to pull off her attack.
“She had a fake staff badge,” one of the police officers had explained. No doubt she’d been following the band across the country and attending every concert. There would have been plenty of opportunities to run into a staff member and get a look at the badge. They weren’t very complicated. Anyone with a good knowledge of photo editing software would have been able to mock one up.
“We’ll make sure we come up with something better next time. We’ll make it less easy to copy,” Deena had assured us.
“But how did they know to follow Ailey?” Ren had asked. “She was jealous of whoever ran our social media accounts, but how did they know it was her?”
“That’s my fault. I went and outed myself online.” I glanced briefly at Jayce. I wanted him to know I didn’t regret it, that he shouldn’t put any of the blame on himself. “Everyone who follows me knows what I look like now. Any fan of the band would know they have someone acting as their social media coordinator. If the fan saw me at the concert with a staff badge, it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together. A lot of my followers figured out I’d been doing something cool this summer, even if I couldn’t talk about the details.”
As soon as the music exec left, Kell, Morris, and Ren fell upon me.
“Are you really okay?”
“You sure you want to continue with the tour?”
“Are you scarred for life?”
I huffed out a laugh. “No, Kell, I’m not scarred for life. It was scary,” I admitted, “but I’ll be fine. I have you guys to look out for me, right?”
They all nodded adamantly, Kell the most adamant of the three. Jayce gave me a warm smile and my insides gushed.
When Neil, Jayce and I had woken up the next morning, things had surprisingly not been awkward between us at all. Instead, everything felt right. I shared sappy smiles with each of them as we’d worked out who got the shower first. I worried about leaving Neil and Jayce alone while I cleaned up, but it was for nothing. The two of them were discussing the filming schedule, no stiffness between them at all. They’d both turned to look at me as I exited the shower wrapped only in a towel. They had both taken in the sight and exchanged a glance, smirking at each other, and I had known exactly what they were thinking.
We barely managed to make it to the concert venue on time.
After the guys took off for rehearsal, Deena pulled out a stack of papers.
“Your job contract.”
I took the papers from her hands and went over the details. Even though I was going to drop down to part-time studies, I was still worried about juggling school and a full-time job. The contract eased some of my worries. I’d be working thirty-five hours a week, dates and times to be flexible based on my availability and the band’s schedule. If there was a conflict, I would speak with Deena directly and we would decide what to do on a case-by-case basis. I didn’t mind missing a class or two to take care of band business, but there’s no way I would miss a final exam. Deena assured me she took my education just as seriously as I did and would make sure I never had to do something to comprise that.
The salary almost made me choke. This was certainly no minimum wage student job. It was daunting to know they were giving me so much responsibility. I pushed back those thoughts and sat up straight. Deena thought I was awesome. I was awesome. I was good at my job, and this salary confirmed it. I had no reason to be intimidated.
“Everything look good?”
I was about to say it all looked great, but I paused. Everyone always said when it came to salary to never take the first offer. The amount was so far above what I’d expected, though. I didn’t know what to ask for. I pretended to frown and examine the contract more closely.
“This is no nine to five job, like you said. If I’m going to be working nights, weekends and holidays, I think the salary should reflect that.”
My heart was pounding as I spoke, and my palms went clammy. Would she be upset I was trying to play hardball? Would she rescind the offer?
Instead, she nodded and took the contract back. “Sounds fair. I’ll go back to the President and see if we can give you a bump in salary, or perhaps work out some overtime pay.”
My heart leaped. It had worked. My very first job negotiation. I felt more pleased with myself than I should have. I held back my grin and settled for a smile and a nod. “Thanks, Deena, much appreciated.”
“Everything else in the contract look good?”
“It all looks great. I can’t wait to start working with you.”
“We’re all excited to have you officially on board.”
A brand new job in the music industry and the beginnings of a relationship with two sexy men.
Being an internet-addicted fangirl really had paid off.
EPILOGUE
MY NEW OFFICE was pretty swank.
It was small, yes, but I had my own desk and a comfy, high-backed leather computer chair. I put a tall, leafy potted plant in one corner. The wall-to -wall glass windows gave me a great view of the city. A small round table had been placed in the middle of the room with three chairs surrounding it for when I had meetings.
I actually had meetings. I felt so grown-up, it was hard to imagine this was my life now.
My phone pinged, reminding me of one of those meetings now.<
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Dark Sound Studios was serious about getting social. As their new Community Manager, they wanted me to have all the tools I needed to make sure our fans stayed hyped up on the brand. I was involved in almost all the decision making, although, at first, I quietly sat in on meetings and learned. When I finally got comfortable enough to voice my opinions, they always took me seriously. I sometimes couldn’t believe that these important people, these music industry executives, actually cared about my opinion.
Neil called it imposter syndrome, feeling like you’re not good enough despite all evidence to the contrary.
“It’s the mark of all high achievers,” he told me. Even he suffered from it, which I found hard to believe. Neil never once looked like he doubted himself when it came to his career.
“It’s all about ‘fake it till you make it’” was his answer when I asked. I’d chuckled and replied that I’d never had to fake it around him. He’d gotten my meaning and given me a wicked grin.
The meeting was being held in the boardroom. It had been a last minute thing, and no agenda had been circulated. Every time we had an impromptu gathering, I always dreaded it was going to be a “sorry it didn’t work out, best of luck” conversation before Dark Sound kicked me to the curb.
Imposter Syndrome, I reminded myself. I straightened my back and pushed open the boardroom door to find Jayce, Morris, and Ren already there, lounging easily in the boardroom chairs.
“Hey, guys!” I hadn’t expected to see them. They were always so busy doing promo work. The tour had been a huge success, and they’d sold tons of their sophomore album. I wasn’t sure how many copies exactly, but I knew it was enough for Dark Sound to start putting some real money toward promoting the band.
Morris and Ren greeted me warmly. I gave Jayce a secret smile, and he returned it.
Although it was true to say I rarely saw the band, plural, I had been seeing a lot of Jayce. It seemed like we spent every free moment together, which, granted, wasn’t much. I was busy with my job and school while Jayce was busy with band stuff.
It had been difficult, at first, trying to have a relationship with both Neil and Jayce at the same time, but it turned out the two got along quite well and had no problems sharing, even at the same time.
I almost let my mind wander back to the previous week, when all three of us had a night off. The memory of four hands and two mouths all over my body made me flush.
I ignored the tingle rising between my legs and sat down on a chair next to Jayce. He gave me a heated look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking about and that he was thinking along similar lines.
Maybe if he didn’t have anything planned after the meeting, the two of us could sneak off and—
My thoughts were interrupted when Kell walked in with Deena. She was as professional and put together as always. I expected Kell to bounce in, chattering excitably, but he was subdued. I’d gotten to see another side of Kell while touring with the band, and I knew he often put on the guise of the high energy, egotistical front man. Kell was smarter and much more perceptive than he let on.
“So, what’s up?” Ren asked. “Why’d you need to bring us all in here?”
“We’ve all been promoting separately the last few weeks, and I needed to gather everyone together at once.”
“You got some news?” Morris asked.
“Yes.” Kell’s eyes were unreadable.
The rest of us waited, some patiently, others less so, wondering what was so important that he needed to tell us all together. Eventually, he spoke.
“I’m going solo.”
The shock was almost audible in the dead silent room. He spoke again as if to make sure we all fully understood.
“I’m quitting Feral Silence.”
The End
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LUST FOR THE OPEN ROAD
by
Nicola Nichols
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CHAPTER ONE
I'd been working the dinner shift at the diner at the truck stop for about a month—ever since Barney got sent up to prison for that stupid robbery that went bad. Before the trial I'd had a nice job as a bank teller, but I took too much time off to see Barney and to go to the trial so he'd see I was there. I'd worked at the bank for three years and been liked, so they were nice enough, and given me decent severance pay. No enough to catch up on the bills though.
Wives of guys who are doing life for murder don't go to the top of most recruitment lists, so I was glad to get the job in the diner. Being at a truck stop it stayed busy, which made the time pass. The evening shift, the dinner hour and beyond had the best tips. Usually the girls with the most seniority get the choice of shifts, but I gave the manager a blow job in the office and that tipped things in my favor. So there I was. The pay sucked, but some nights the tips were good and sometimes the clients would pass along a joint as well. When a trucker told me he had better stuff back in his truck, if I was in the mood and found the guy hot,I’d meet him at the end of my shift. Of course, getting stoned wasn’t usually the main thing the guy had in mind, and I was counting on that too. Barney and I were still married and all, but a girl gets horny when her old man is in prison and he wouldn’t be out for a long time.
I like a lot of the truckers, but my passion is bikers. They are the ones that get my juices flowing. Before Barney had to sell it to pay lawyers he'd had a bad-assed motorcycle. He had it when I met him and maybe I think I loved that thing more than I did Barney. We'd ride it down open roads at night, the wind caressing us and that lovely hog vibrating between our legs. I'd have my arms around him. If we were in the mood, which was often, I’d unzip his pants and play with his cock while he rode. Sooner or later he'd get too excited to steer straight, pull off somewhere, and fuck me silly. I didn't care where. With my body vibrating from that big engine and his cock ramming into me, I came hard.
So yeah, I missed those days, but Barney wasn't getting out until the climate was done changing, as best I could figure. And he didn’t have the bike any more. So I was definitely pursuing my options.
* * *
One night,while I was explaining the allure of our chicken sandwich to some guy, I heard the music of motorcycles in the parking lot outside. Looking through the grungy front window I could see three or four of them, big motorcycles. It gave me a tingle of jealousy watching them. The guys and their old ladies came in, sitting in two booths and wanting coffee and pie. “Damn Bastards” their colors said. I'd heard of them vaguely. They were a big club, loosely organized and with a serious reputation for being hard core.
I spotted the leader right away. He was an older guy, with some gray hair and a few teeth missing. That makes him sound sad, but the truth is, he was fucking hot. Solidly built, probably six four, and long silver hair. A lot of the bikers go to fat but not this guy. And he had a smile that sent chills through me.
“Henry,” he said when I asked. He pointed to my name tag. “Trudy? Really? I never knew a Trudy.”
“Some people get sucky names.”
He smiled. “I fucking like it. It's retro.”
I could see that his girl, an anorexic cunt with short blonde hair, didn't like him talking to me much. Of course she couldn’t say much, but she snuggled up against him in the booth rubbing her tits against him, hoping to get his attention. But a guy like that does what he wants and that’s why I like them. He knew what she was up to and fuck her, right? I liked the attention he gave me and I wiggled my ass more than necessary as I got their orders. That got me a few rather nice pats from him and another guy that warmed me up.
Anyway, Henry kept smiling as he ate, and looking over at me. When I refilled their coffee, he saw me looking out at the bikes. As I bent over to reach his girl’s cup, he ran a hand up the back of my leg and I was in heaven. “You like b
ikes?”
“Fuck yes. They look hot. I bet you get off with the engine roaring between your legs.”
He laughed. “There is that, girl. They can send a powerful rumble right through you, especially when you get on the open road.”
“That’s the best.”
I looked at him and saw that he liked my comment. His eyes had a twinkle that said we’d connected.
I was at the cash register when he came up to pay the bill, and he asked me right out: “Where's your old man, Trudy?” A hot chick like you has to have an old man.”
“Prison.” The answer made him smile.
“That’s rough. What time do you get off work?”
I liked that he asked. He wasn’t just making chitchat. “Around two. Unless there's a rush and I get stuck for a while.” That was three hours away yet, and I hoped that wasn’t going to screw whatever he had in mind up.
He smiled in a way that sent a nice chill down my spine and took a look around. His people were walking out and the diner looked pretty empty. “Doesn’t look like much danger of that tonight.”
“No. Probably not.”
He winked and left. When I went to the table I found they’d left me a generous tip.
The night dragged after that, but finally it was two and I checked out. I wear my uniform to work, but I let down my hair, so it hung to my waist and swung nice as I walked out to where I park my junker car in a corner of the lot.
When a guy like Henry finds something he wants, he tends to go straight for it. I wasn't surprised to find him sitting on his bike right beside my beast.
“How did you know which car was mine?”
A grand wave of his arm made a sweeping gesture of the parking lot. “A girl with her old man in prison and working in a shitty diner won’t be driving a Porsche or upmarket SUV.” He pointed at the parking lot. “We got a shit pot of semis and Porsches and BMWs and lots of out of state cars, and at first I was looking for a pickup, but when I saw there was only one crappy junker with local plates and an expired smog certificate I made a wild guess.”
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