Page 50 of Euphoria
Chapter 17
Bambi
Phoenix smirksas they call for the first dance and I don’t understand why he’s so ecstatic. He walks me over to the Center of the ballroom and I take him In. Phoenix and I both changed from what we wore earlier.
He’s wearing a white dress shirt and charcoal pants complete with suspenders and what makes me want to cry. Gray converse with the letters XO on them. I bite my bottom lip as I lift the bottom of my two-piece ensemble: a puffy skirt resembling the bottom half of a ball gown wedding dress. The midriff top is a long sleeve lace that I see through from the shoulders to the sleeves and down my back.
Phoenix realizes what I'm trying to show him. The converses that my parents claimed they got for me as a high school graduation gift. Charcoal gray high tops with the letters XO in red. Phoenix smirks and winks at me just in time for me to realize what our first song is. I gasp as someone strums the electric guitar and the drums join in. I face the live band as the lead singer, my husband, Bowie Hanlon, begins singing the beginning of my favorite song, The middle by Jimmy Eat World. I stare at him as he sings, I take him in. He’s wearing similar clothes to Phoenix with the suspenders and charcoal pants, but his shirt is a silk black one with the top unbuttoned. Bowie is remarkable to look at as he only wears one half of his suspenders, the other half is hanging by his waist.
I scream as I forget my composure and sing along with him because it’s one of my favorite parts. Phoenix grabs my hand and spins me around, into his arms and then out of them. He joins me in the chorus. I forget about the guests as we both jump to the chorus like they once did with me in my bedroom when I was sad. I shake my head, not caring If my hair is in my way. We might look crazy to the world, but in our world, this is the best day of my life. Phoenix lifts me up and spins me. I let go, shutting eyes, and I spread my arms wide open. The intense emotion that I feel deep within me takes over and tears fall down my face.
When the electric guitar solo begins, I lose my mind and Phoenix knows it's because he lets me go, so I can take it all in. I run towards the stage as I watch in amazement at how much Bowie’s band has perfected this song. I wipe the tears that keep flowing. I’m so grateful for Bowie, much more than he realizes. When the chorus hits again, I sing along. Bowie winks in true Rockstar fashion. He does this hip sensual move that has me gasping and he jumps off the stage. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and passes me the mic. I shake my head, but he sings with me. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as we both sing the last verse of the song. There’s always been something about Bowie that I can never shake off and I’m happy I never did. Bowie faces me and is so close that others would call it inappropriate, but I can’t because I want him to kiss me. Speaking of husbands, Phoenix steps in between us, separating us by our foreheads. He cocks his brow at Bowie and Bowie smirks. He gives me another wink before he goes back to the stage. Phoenix grabs my jaw and I look up at him, he gives me one of his drop-dead gorgeous smiles and I fake like I’m going to faint.
Phoenix catches me in time and chuckles. I gasp because Phoenix laughing is a sight to behold. He’s so beautiful and I hear the tunes of the song change. Bowie sings the middle slower, and it turns into a sensual song with Bowie’s powerful yet raw voice. Now, this is the sex Rockstar god I know and can proudly say I’m a fan of. His band plays a tune that I tilt my head at, I’ve heard it before and before I can guess it, Bowie sings the first verse like a man starved, Daddy’s Home by Usher.
Phoenix bites his lip and I know Bowie selected this song. I cock my brow, “Really?” I say.
“You do not understand how we both want that,” he says.
I smile. “Tell me.”
He smirks and I’m tempted to roll my eyes at him. He grabs me just as Bowie’s voice causes a change in the air. I swear his voice makes you want to get sexed up by him right away. He sings this song so sensually yet in a soft rock and R&B mix. It makes me release a small whimper as Phoenix pulls me close to him. He moves my body with his and I don’t miss a single beat.
Phoenix spins me and my back is flush to his front. Phoenix rocks me with him and I shut my eyes because tonight is the best night ever. My body takes over with the urge of Bowie’s voice as he hits a high note that could make a woman cry and cum at the same time. Fucking Rockstars or is it just because this rockstar is all mine?
Phoenix turns us. “Open your eyes,” he says.
When I do Bowie is staring down at me as he continues to sing like he’s fucking. I watch the tapping of Bowie’s hand on his hip while the other grasps the mic along with the stand. I shudder as Bowie lifts his free hand and runs a hand through his hair. I blink, is this Rockstar witchcraft? I feel Phoenix grow hard on my back and as soon as his hand connects with the skin showing on my mid-section. I feel his other hand move in my hair and he tightens his grip. I shut my eyes, leaning my head back with the force of Phoenix’s tug.
“Nixy…” I forget how much this man drives me crazy.
“You want me to fuck you in front of your favorite Rockstar? I bet you’re so wet right now that If I dip my fingers in your panties and I touch your clit, you’ll cum on the spot.”
“Yessss,” I hiss as his grip in my hair gets tighter.
“You make yourself cum to thoughts of his voice, don’t you?” Phoenix leans in and inhales my scent from the crook of my neck. “Look at him, baby Bambi. Look at how much Bowie is performing for you and wants to fuck you just as hard as I do.” His words make me shudder and I open my eyes. Bowie is looking at me like he’s going to give me one of the best nights of my life right along with Phoenix after this.
I suck my bottom lip in my mouth and Bowie cocks his brow, licking his lips before he sings the next verse. “You want to keep your fantasies then I’ll let you but if you want to explore them. Feel them deep inside of your soul. Let him and me fuck you so good, the whole Island would know that you’re ruined for good. Remember how good it used to be when we both take you. When we show you what it is to be us again. You know what turns me on the most, the way he looks at you, the love he has in his eyes for you. The way his emotions, just like mine but amplified by a million, shows you we would give it all up for you. Look at that dirty fucker with the way he’s staring at you like how he had you before wasn’t enough. Shit, I know when I took you on that altar, it wasn’t enough to imagine how he feels with that little quickie he got. Fuck, I’m so turned on he wants to fuck you. You know I love watching when you are being fucked the most. The way your face contorts, how you look when you’re about to come and the emotions you portray for us to see, especially when we don’t even ask for them. Do you love it when I watch, baby? Tell me, Bambi Morales-Hanlon, are you ready to feel fuller than you’ve ever felt before? Just know this, either way when one of us are inside of you, we’ll be so deep inside of you your heartbeat will match the throbbing of the veins on our dicks, you’ll understand why the fuck we love you so fucking hard. I love you.”
“Oh God, I love you.” This time, I don’t hesitate. I can’t hesitate. I want Bowie to take me again. Show me what Phoenix is saying. I don’t care if it’s in front of the guests or the universe. I don’t care just as long as he takes me. Phoenix tugs rougher and my neck snaps back some more. I don’t have time to open my eyes as I feel his lips. He kisses me like I said I’ve always wanted.
I want you to kiss me like Spider-Man/Peter Parker did Mary Jane In the Spider-Man movies with Tobey Maguire.
Damn, why did I say that back then? And damn it, Phoenix, how dare you remember? I kiss him back just as ferociously, getting on the tips of my toes.
Another song blasts and I stop kissing Phoenix because it’s my mother’s favorite song, my birth mother. Lionel Richie’s All night long. Bowie brings his own way of singing it, and I’ve never in my life admired a man for his musical talents like I have with Bowie. He sings the song and dances, moving his body to the beat provided.
“Can I cut in?” I turn to the voice and realize it’s Orion.
I smile widely. “You dance?” I ask.
Orion scoffs. “Who do you think taught this bastard to dance? Not Andres.”
“Wait…” I say to Orion. I turn to Phoenix before he walks off. “Yes. I want you both.” I say with no fear in my words.
Phoenix stares at me for a moment and smiles like a crazed man. I know that he’s ecstatic with my decision. He bites his lip and walks away.
I giggle like I always do around Orion. He grabs me, pulling me to him with a force that takes my breath away and spins me repeatedly. Orion stops that and pulls me to him dancing, I laugh as others join in. I turn my head to catch the best thing, Phoenix is dancing with his nephew, Kal. Kal is excited and I can tell those two have a special bond. I smile hard.
