Page 43 of Perfect Storm

I glance back at Sandy. She stares at me with puppy dog eyes. They’re fucking with me, but I fold anyway and hold out my hand. She hands me the box with a look of triumph, but then grabs my cheek and pinches it.

“You won’t regret it,” she smiles and lets me go.

I huff out a laugh and sit beside Archer as he finishes his laces and stands. He tests out the shoe by banging his feet against the floor. He looks down at me as I finish doing up my laces, a brow arched.

“Fuck off,” I say, not wanting to admit how comfortable they are.

He just laughs at me, then wanders off, kissing Sandy’s cheek as he goes.

I head outside. Everyone’s gathered, waiting for our next instructions. Ciro is standing off to the side, looking across towards the mountains, like the broody motherfucker he is.

Nick and Elsa are lost in their own world. He has her pulled against his chest, kissing her neck. Her head is back, resting on his shoulder with a dreamy smile. I can’t imagine ever being like that with one woman.

I flash back to a different intimate moment between them and my dick twitches in my pants.

Fuck, it surprised me to see her there when that kid was sucking me off.

It hadn’t been planned at all. I didn’t even know his name. I wandered away from all the loved-up couples to check the place out and came across him brushing down the horses. He was shirtless and looking fine, with a sheen of sweat over his muscles.

I’d never push myself on anyone, especially when you don’t know their sexual orientation. I offered to help and unbuttoned my shirt when the work got sweaty. His eyes lowered to my chest and abs, they got hooked on my treasure trail. Then the growing bulge in my pants as I watched him watching me.

I hadn’t jumped him right away. We flirted and teased each other, figuring out if it was mutual. It comprised smoldering looks and small touches before I just grabbed his neck and started kissing him. He’d been anxious about being caught at work, so I’d moved us to the back of the stables before unbuckling his pants and grabbing his cock.

I would have gone down on him because I love and am amazing at sucking cock. He held me up with a hand on my chest before getting down on his knees for me.

He was good, and I’d been lost in his hot mouth on me. That lust and pleasure went into a whole new stratosphere when I spotted Elsa watching us.

For a split second, I thought about pushing him off. Until I saw how her chest was heaving as she stared. First at my face, then her eyes trailed lower and locked on my cock, going in and out of his mouth.

She’d shifted, clenching her thighs and her hand went to her throat. Her lips parted when I winked at her. I didn’t mind one fucking bit if she wanted to stand there and watch me. But she got skittish and left just as I blew my load down his throat.

He spooked when he heard the sounds from Elsa and Nick slipping into the tack room. I let him leave, promising I’d keep my mouth shut, before he scurried out the back door. I pitied him because I could see his hard cock still hanging out of his pants as he fought to zip up.

I like women. A hell of a lot. I could worship at the altar of pussy for hours. I experimented during my one year in college. I’m not turned off by men. It isn’t often I hook up with a guy.

Surrounded by loved up couples, knowing they are all getting it on had me horny and jealous. When that opportunity arose, who was I to turn it down?

The guys in the band know I dabble, not sure they realize how much. I’ve built up a reputation with the ladies since we got to New York. I came out of my shell, when we hit the big time. We slogged for so long and worked so hard, with no benefit.

For a long time, I thought it would never happen. Having Declan come on board was the catalyst, but even that got derailed when he had his accident.

Dec is close with Nash, I know they talk about the accident, but it’s like he has PTSD or something. Sometimes, he goes into a dark place, and we don’t hear from him for a while. I don’t know whether there is more to the whole thing.

He went after his girlfriend, Waverley, just before the accident. She didn’t come back to North Carolina with him. I heard from the guys at the bar she got back with herex-boyfriend from New Jersey, some Motorcycle Club gang member.

That shocked the shit out of me. Waverley was so nice. Tough when she had to be, but she was sweet and had her head screwed on. So hearing she’s caught up in something like that is weird.

Their breakup hit Declan hard. The accident was the straw that broke the camel’s back, I guess. Once he was back on form, though, he threw himself into work.

That passion and drive worked out for us. Here we are, almost a million albums sold, a headlining tour in the works. It is all going fucking great.

Apart from the shit with Riley. I look at Nash and Dylan. They are goofing around while Adrestia is on her phone, probably to that Paul Bunyan lookalike of a best friend of hers.

I watch Nash and although he’s laughing, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

I’ve always got on with Riley. I’d have fucked her if she weren’t so in love with Nash.

Turns out I misread that, we all did. Her cheating on Nash shocked the shit out of me. All of us, really. But that doesn’t compare to what she’s up to now.

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