Page 43 of Rock On

Tommy and I had both known that Carter also had a thing for him, even if it was just sexual. Everyone knew Carter was bisexual, so doing something so intimate with the two people he had crushes on had disaster written all over it.

We’d just never imagined the specific disaster that was on the horizon.

“Isn’t everything twenty-twenty in hindsight?” I asked finally.

“Usually, yes. But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to make amends, apologize, see things more clearly. There’s a lot to unpack with you, Tommy, and Carter. And while you’ve always done the running away, this time it was Tommy’s turn. He’s probably embarrassed and guilty.”

“Embarrassed and guilty? He’s hurt. Angry. Betrayed!”

“Hurt? Sure. Angry? Maybe. Betrayed? By whom? It wasn’t your idea to have a threesome. And frankly, even under the most perfect conditions, any time you have sex, there’s always a chance you’ll get pregnant. The pill is only ninety-nine-point-nine percent effective. IUDs slip out of place. Condoms break. Even tubal litigations occasionally don’t work. So if you’re having sex, you’re taking that chance. All of you knew that intellectually, and there was no way to know it would happen. Keeping the baby was your choice and your right. That wasn’t a betrayal either. And you were never in love with Carter or cheating, so how, exactly, was Tommy betrayed?”

I faltered. “I’m…not sure.”

“Because he wasn’t. He has the right to feel whatever he feels, but betrayal shouldn’t be part of it unless it’s because you kept such a huge secret from him all this time.”

“This isn’t fixable, is it?”

“I’m not sure what you mean by fixable. If the goal is for you two to shake hands and forget everything that happened, no. It’s probably not possible. But it is absolutely an option for you to talk, get some closure, and move on with your lives in a positive way. Even if you can’t be friends.”

And that was the kicker.

I didn’t want to be friends.

I wanted him.

I still loved him and always would.

The only “fix” that made any difference would be for him to forgive me and somehow find a way to love me again.

Except that was never going to happen.

And that was the one outcome I would never be able to live with.

SEVENTEEN

Tommy

“That’s it, baby…ride my cock like the dirty girl you are.” Harley was on my lap, facing out, her gorgeous body bouncing up and down in time to my thrusts. She was fucking perfect, her pussy tight and wet, strangling my cock with every stroke. Being like this with her never got old, not even now that we were married.

Being on tour just added a level of intensity to everything.

We did it just as often, if not more, than when we were at home, and we definitely did it in more places.

We were on the bus now, having a pre-show quickie as our opening act entertained the audience.

And Harley was entertaining me in my favorite way.

I loved being inside my girl, especially in a place where we might or might not get caught; the risk made something that was already hot even hotter.

“Well, what have we here?” Carter’s voice dragged me out of my lusty haze. “Damn, that’s about the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Watching you two fuck never gets old.”

“Glad to provide some stimulation.” I squinted over at him as I lifted my hands to squeeze Harley’s breasts. She’d stopped moving and twisted her head to meet my gaze. I wasn’t sure what I saw there, but it seemed like a sexy combination of trepidation and excitement.

“It’s okay, beautiful. You know I like to watch.” Carter grinned lazily and rubbed his hand up and down his crotch.

“Come on, babe… don’t stop now.” I pinched her nipples and her pussy clenched in response.

She loved when people watched us fuck, though it made her a little uncomfortable sometimes, depending on who it was. That wasn’t the case with Carter, though. I’d lost count of how many times he’d watched us. There wasn’t a lot of privacy on a tour bus and sometimes there simply wasn’t anywhere else to go. Other times, like now, it was just hot.

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