Page 34 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

To his credit, Xavier made a dozen pizzas for dinner. I’d hidden in plain sight, standing next to him at the pizza oven. Beers in hand and without needing to speak. Even when Devon joined us on the wooden furniture that had withstood the three of us, the blissful silence remained.

“I’ll see you later?” I collected the plates and glasses to head inside, before Xavier handed them to Devon.

“Mate, give us a minute, yeah?” Xavier didn’t need to ask twice.

“I love this time of day, it’s almost as if the sun is fighting a losing battle against the night,” I said to the sky. As much as I craved Devon, my heart still only belonged to one man.

“I trust him, he won’t push you too far.”

“I know.”

“There’s something about you, Sydney.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ve taken five of the biggest man-whore assholes and got us all wrapped around your little finger.”

“I don’t care about the others,” I whispered into his mouth. Needing one more kiss before I left. “But you can wrap around any part of me you want.”

My routine didn’t change from the previous night. Shower, fix hair with a light touch of make-up. The same sundress and lingerie which I’d handwashed today. I heard Xavier and Devon in the hallway.

“Be good to her.”

“You should tell her, before it’s too late.”

“What.”

“How you feel.”

“Who says I feel anything,” Xavier scoffed, but even I didn’t believe him.

“Are you really the only one, other than Sydney, who doesn’t have a clue?”

“Just, be good to her.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, she’s your girl and we’re your brothers.”

“Remember before all this started? We were all fighting. You were flirting up a storm with her.”

“You invited me to join you.”

“Are you telling me you don’t like watching her face as we both fuck her? Are you telling me that you don’t feel something fucking amazing when she opens up, trusting us to strap her to the bus?”

“Xav, I feel all that. She’s hot as all shit and I’ll never look at a pool table or the bus the same again.”

“Just don’t be an asshole about tonight. Chase—” I heard Xavier’s voice trail off.

“That was a dick move, but at least he hasn’t tried to hide it. He’s making a serious play for your woman.” Devon barely paused before changing the subject, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll make her come so quick, she’ll be back in your bed before you realize she’s gone.”

“Good luck, mate.”

To my surprise, when I left my bedroom, Devon was leaning against his door. Dressed in his performing outfit of fitted black jeans that cupped his gorgeous tight ass. His white t-shirt featured a torn, stretched neckline—from a previous lover no doubt. His dark hair slicked back, cleanly shaven in the hour since dinner.

Devon was every woman’s version of a bad boy, an alpha male-whore finally willing to be tamed.

And completely mine to be ravaged by, at least until he beat the clock.

From behind his back, Devon produced a single red flower. Not a rose, but I recognized it from a nearby garden. A rusty caravan stood on the cleared block of ash. The previous house had been destroyed in the Australian bushfire. The only thing that remained had been the front garden. Devon had arranged a surprise load of topsoil to be delivered—a peace offering for the loud noise sometimes coming from the pub. I had no doubt the flower was the homeowner’s way of trying to encourage a fairytale love story out of lockdown.

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