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Somewhere behind me, I briefly register an alarm going off, but I don’t stop my ascension to the pussy that I know is wet for only me right now. I give the soft bottom of her stomach a small bite before sucking on the same spot to ease the morsel of pain I caused, and the sound of her sharp inhale is music to my ears. As her hand threads through my dampened hair, I look up at her.

“Tell me this pussy is only wet for me,” I plead to her. I need to hear her say it.

“I’m only wet for you, Sydnee. Please, lick me, kiss me. Anything,” she begs so fucking prettily with one hand in my hair and the other desperately grasping her own heavy tit, kneading and massaging it.

I cave.

I give in to her so quickly. I’d give her anything she wanted, but her giving me not only my own orgasm first, as well as the one thing I asked for? I’ll lick her fucking pussy until my tongue falls off if I have to.

She uses the grip in my hair to pull my head back and make me look up at her while my tongue laps against her clit over and over. I watch as her soft body squirms and moves above me, rocking against me before she’s eventually fucking my face. Holding my tongue out steady, I let her take everything she needs, rocking her hips and her clit back and forth on my tongue, her mound pressing into my nose repeatedly.

There’s a ruckus outside of the door before someone is stumbling in, and her moans halt above me.

“We’re fucking late. We gotta now. Now!” Jackson yells above the sound of the shower. I don’t have to see him to see the pain on his face when he speaks again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I hate interrupting this, but we have to go. Seriously. Fuck, I’m fucking hard. I gotta walk away.”

His footsteps fade out of the bathroom, and the sound of the boys moving around the hotel room begins. Hale looks down at me with the biggest pout.

“I guess we’ll have to finish this later.” A wicked smile crosses my face. I know it. The thought of her being needy for the rest of the day, until one of us has the time in our busy schedule to finish her off, makes my own pussy throb again. I swipe my tongue through her folds once more, sucking on her clit for the last time before standing and letting her taste herself on my lips. Our kiss is quick, because it has to be, and she whimpers beneath my touch.

“I need it.” She grinds her wetness desperately against my thigh, but I know if I don’t pull away now, we really will be late.

“I know, but I promise it will be worth the wait.” I kiss her once more and regretfully leave her in the shower, since she technically has more time to linger than I do, just as Colby enters the bathroom.

“Fuck, so I have to be hard for the rest of the day, then?”

“I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t get off either, thanks to Buzzkill Billy and his need for punctuality,” Hale says back, her sass fully ignited.

I chuckle as I walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel to dig through my suitcase for clothes. All I can hope is that the four of us can make it through the day despite the way Colby, Jackson, and myself want her in very different ways.

TWELVE

JACKSON

You’d think that I would get used to the hustle and bustle of show days, but I never do. We only have a few more hours until we’re due on stage, and I couldn’t be more anxious for some reason. My mind has replayed last night at the diner over and over, and how we all said it would only be last night.

As I stand here watching Hale in her element, I know we were all lying. I can’t possibly let her go.

“Hey, beautiful girl,” I whisper as I wrap my arms around her. She’s just finished applying makeup for the photographer. I won’t tell her that I eavesdropped on most of their conversation regarding polyamory and hoped she was getting comfortable with the idea herself. Plus, she called us her boys. I mean, we always have been, but she said she has to deal with us so that seems pretty damn comfortable to me. I’ve missed her in our lives so fucking much, and this feels like the perfect beginning to having her back. Fuck a one-night thing, or even a one-week thing. I don’t think any of us can pretend this hasn’t felt beyond natural.

“Well, hello.” She gasps when my lips meet the soft skin of her neck, dragging an open-mouthed kiss down to her collarbone. “Don’t you have busy rockstar things to be doing?”

“I figured you wouldn’t mind a visit from one of ‘your boys,’ as you called me.” My hands roam over her body, every beautiful curve begging to be touched and massaged as she giggles and pushes my hands away.

“You caught that, did you?” Hale sighs, causing me to pause my pawing at her body to spin her around to face me.

“Hey, what’s that about?”

“I don’t know. Is it too soon to wonder if this is something? The four of us?” she asks, peeking up at me through her long lashes, the edges of the stage lights catching each speck of pink glitter across the high points of her cheekbones and eyelids. It doesn’t matter if she’s the one on stage in front of the crowd, she’s the star in all of my shows.

“Has it ever been, Hale? Can you really tell me that whatever the feeling is in your chest is something new? Can you look me in my eyes and tell me that before this week, you had not even a sliver of whatever it is you’re feeling or questioning?”

“Well, no?—”

“Exactly,” I cut her off. “It’s not too soon to wonder anything. I promise you, the others are probably thinking?—”

“Hey, man, you busy?” Derek interrupts me, popping our bubble.

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