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Holls, Van, and Brodie were already seated around the table at the front of the bus, a box of pizza between them, and cold beers to boot.

“I’m traumatized,” Holls grumbled as he bit on a slice of pizza.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ronin scoffed and leaned over to grab two slices, passing one to me. I took a large bite, ravenous. The pizza was so salty and good that I let out a loud groan of pleasure. Ronin nearly dropped his slice on the floor.

“The two of you.” Holls shivered dramatically. “I can’t unhear it.”

“You never had a problem listening or watching before,” I countered, raising one eyebrow.

It was true. Rockstars aren’t shy when it comes to the stage or the bedroom.

“That’s different. You guys were with strangers.”

“And?” Brodie smiled smugly and glanced over at us. “I have no problem with it. You guys are hot together.”

Ronin put a protective arm around me.

Van sighed and gave his husband a possessive look. “Really, Dee?”

Brodie turned and winked at his husband. “No one will ever compare to you, honey. But you have to admit, that soundtrack was pretty inspiring.”

Van cupped Brodie’s face and swiped a thumb over his mouth. When Van brought his finger back to his lips and licked it, Brodie sighed.

“I’m done eating… pizza,” Brodie whispered and stood up.

Our lead singer strutted down the hallway, with Van hot on his heels.

“More for us.” Ronin nodded as he ate.

We sat down and finished off the pizza with Holls. And we tried to ignore the loud sex sounds that echoed from the back of the bus.

Okay, maybe Holls had a point.

“I think we’re big enough now, we could each have our own bus. Or, three of them, since me and Ronin would share.”

Holls grabbed a napkin and wiped his face. “I don’t know. There’s something special about the four of us being together. Like when we started out.”

“So, you’re not uncomfortable?” Ronin asked.

“Not at all, I’m just razzing you.” Holls smiled at us. “Never seen either of you smile so fucking big, though. That’ll take getting used to.”

“That’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend,” Ronin admitted, then kissed the top of my head.

Holls nodded. “Took you long enough to get your head out of your ass.”

I snorted, then nearly choked on my bite of cheese and pepperoni.

“Hey!” Ronin grumbled.

“Who says I was talking just to you?” Holls replied, then aimed his smirk at me.

I took a long sip of my beer to clear my throat. “Hey, I’m a musician, give me a break. It’s not like any of us ever expected to fall. Ever. Right?”

Holls and Ronin nodded in agreement.

All four of us had been single for so many years. The last thing any of us wanted when we started out at eighteen was a conventional life. We wanted our freedom, and we didn't want to be tied down. Because there was always another show, another city, another man we wanted to explore. How do you sustain a relationship when you've always got one foot out the door? And, given our celebrity, there were so many guys vying for our attention. It was heady at the time.

Why choose one person?

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