Page 76 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Yes, Sydney, he seems to be really gone.”

Instantly, the mood changed. One less man, one less headache. A lot less talking, all the laughing banter gone. No one came out and blamed me, but they didn’t need to.

Jax had given me the ultimatum. From the moment he did, I’d come between the band. Me. The girl least likely to hurt anyone, had torn apart the five men I—

I now knew that love could come in different shades. Xavier was my blinding bright sun. When he was with me, I couldn’t see anything or anyone else. Devon was my black abyss. I could drown in him and still dive for more. Chase was ocean blue, my calm within my shitstorm. Trent, still being defined. Possibly yellow for friendship and easy to turn into an orange blaze.

Jax. Jax was all colors. Bright pink, vibrant green and pillows of white clouds. It didn’t matter anymore.

An hour later, Devon shared his phone. At least Jax was still talking to someone.

Jax: Let me know tour dates.

Jax: And recording dates.

I didn’t bother sharing mine.

Jax: Coffee. Or kisses. If you change your mind, let me know Jax xoxo

We kept playing pool, drinking and jamming until the early hours. By the time Xavier took my hand, leading me to the staircase, all seemed forgiven.

“Babe?”

“You don’t know what to call me anymore,” I joked.

“I could keep calling you my dirty blonde, but people might start to wonder why.” Xavier didn’t wait for me to rip off his muscle shirt. Honestly, there was nothing sexier than my man, silhouetted by the moonlight.

“I don’t care what you call me, as long as you still call me after lockdown.”

“Babe, I think we’ve—” Xavier started before the door swung open.

“I’m not even asking!” Devon announced, taking two strides before ripping my spaghetti straps over my shoulders and watching the dress fall to the floor.

“So, that’s how this is how it’s going to be, is it?” Xavier didn’t blanche, pulling me against his chest and letting Devon sandwich me. Two hard chests and harder cocks. I was the luckiest girl in the universe.

“How about you let us know when you want one-on-one time date night, Devon answered, kissing my bare shoulder while his hands found their home covering my breasts. “Otherwise—”

“Otherwise, there’s gonna be four in the bed.” Chase didn’t have to open the door. His bulk filling the doorway. I didn’t know how I’d handle all three, but it was a challenge worth facing. Front on, on my back, on my side—hell, I didn’t care how, only that I needed each of these men in my life.

Jax who?

“Welcome to the party, mate.” Xavier didn’t seem bummed that our night had turned into a reunion of sorts.

“Although, when we go back on the road, we’re gonna have to ask for a suite with a bigger spa bath,” Chase joked. Our special time usually involved a bath big enough for two, no room for a third.

“Oh, and here I was thinking roof top and my three men under the stars!”

“As we all take turns washing our dirty blonde clean.” Devon refused to give way to Chase until Chase produced the magic lotion.

I smelt the familiar lavender massage oil before he’d put the cap on the table. “Now, I know what to do with my hands, but if my friends want to help me out, all you have to do, my love, is lie back.”

“And take it like a woman,” I finished. Wishing I had my black heels for full effect, but the guys didn’t seem to mind.

One by one, they joined me on the bed. I didn’t look up to see who was where, lying face down and head over folded arms. “I’ve been under an enormous amount of stress,” I mused. “Think you guys can handle it?”

“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as six hands worked my body. From loosening the knots around my neck, to finding every tight spot along my back. Six hands working in unison from my head, down my spine. Not leaving one spot until I was fully released from whatever stress my body had been carrying.

At first, I knew which hands belonged to Chase. Soft, smooth and firm. Totally in control and knew how to make my skin come alive. But within minutes, Devon and Xavier must have caught on, because coherent thoughts left my brain. My bed had become a pillow of clouds and I didn’t give a flying fuck about anything other than my three men and their six hands.

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