Page 29 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“I prefer that way of describing it,” Xavier laughed. “And I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“About?”

“The way I feel.”

“Shit. Xav, I—” I needed to hear him say it, but what would that mean? Would he expect me to say it, too? What would it mean for this whole situation?

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to use the L-word. That’s what I’m trying to say. I’ve never used it with a woman before and we haven’t been together that long.”

“And, like you said, this whole thing is complicated.”

“There is that. Babe, it might not be love, but what we have isn’t nothing.”

“Maybe you should write a song about it,” I sighed, knowing if he did, I’d play it on an endless loop.

“Not a bad idea but it’d be another thing the guys would want in on. It’s the way we all feel. Not a relationship, but not nothing.”

“You know how to make a girl feel special.” I pretended to be upset but couldn’t evade his kisses.

“Babe, Sydney from Sydney, whatever your real name is, where have you been all our lives?”

“I’m just the right girl, right time, right place. After all, what other woman’s gonna put up with all of you guys?”

“So, the bus, huh?”

“The bus, you, me and Devon—unless you want to invite someone else to the party.”

“Sounds good.”

Not surprisingly, Devon needed no convincing and by the time I climbed aboard the old touring bus and made my way to the back, make-shift bedroom, the boys were ready. Not even their shorts could hide their anticipation. I unbuttoned and dropped the shirt borrowed from the laundry hamper. It was Jax’s shirt but no one needed to know it was the only thing that I could find to wear over my outfit. Groceries hadn’t been the only home deliveries and with a couple of good days on the online poker table, I’d decided to splurge.

A teal green bustier, laced together with thin black leather straps, with more straps attached to the matching boy-cut brief. The sheer stockings didn’t need a garter belt but showed every contour of my legs, and were well worth the purchase of four inch black heels. Black and teal green against my tan and blonde hair, designed to get my men hard on impact, and satisfied at first contact.

I’d even pulled my hair into a high ponytail with four long braids, they could have two handles each, able to pull my head in any direction they desired. My body glistened with a generous coating of lavender scented massage oil. I needed to relax and remember that I could trust these guys. They weren’t part of my past. But still, one good experience with Devon and Xavier hadn’t erased my fear.

“Ready boys?”

Watching each cock twitch in unison, I made space to sit at the base of the bed between them. Xavier to my right. Devon to my left. It made sense; I was right-handed.

Kissing Xavier and starting long strokes before stopping Devon from pushing down his shorts.

“No, no, no you don’t.” I wasn’t in the mood for impatience or disobedience.

“What?”

“No. The shorts stay on until I’m ready to play. Right now, I’m still not feeling the vibes.”

They could smell that I was lying.

“Tell me what you want.” Xavier and Devon asked me at the same time before punching each other, playful but not playful.

“Fuck man, that’s my line,” Xavier sneered.

“Yeah! Well, it’s lady’s choice.”

Laughing, I kissed them both. Xavier first, then a leisurely exploration of Devon. “What do I want? Easy. I want you both to put this lady at the top of your list of things to do.”

“And what exactly do you want?” Devon didn’t wait for Xavier to ask.

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