Page 18 of Contentment
BRIGGS
My eyes crack open, the sun is beaming in from what feels like every angle, and I feel hungover, but I had nothing to drink last night. I roll to the edge of the bed and grab my phone from the nightstand.
As I open one of my social media apps, I’m hit with a carousel of pictures of Scottie and I on stage. It’s not only ones where I’m on the platform with her while she’s drumming, but also the longing stares from her as I’m jumping and moving around the stage. The love gleaming in her eyes as she stares down at me.
?* Headlines and PR managers have been calling all goddamn night and morning. It’s always been a rumor that Scottie and I were messing around. We never were until a couple of months ago. I peeked at the headlines before finally drifting off to sleep last night, well, technically early this morning, everyone seemed split down the middle.
Some were happy for us, and some were down right pissed.
You can’t please everyone.
My first thought when I roll back into the bed, pulling Scottie into me and she doesn’t budge, is the other body in the bed, isthat we better get used to being in the headlines for the time being. I think to myself how much more complicated things are just because we’re famous. That’s precisely why I’ve shielded us from this shit for so long now. But hiding Scottie had been bad enough. And now that our relationship—I guess that’s what this is now—is out in the open, I refuse to hide Felyx from the world too.
Once Felyx and Scottie wake up, we will have to talk all of this out. I hate to be the one who needs reassurance, but neither of them is going anywhere if I have anything to do with it. We’re now a packaged deal, or I hope we will be.
Do I know how to be in a relationship with two people simultaneously?
Hell no.
Will we learn together and grow from it?
Of course.
I don’t want to mess around with anyone else anymore. It was never about not wanting to “settle down” or whatever the douche canoes say these days. It was always about protecting Scottie and the band. I know Erin would have made a whole press release, and we could have announced everything slowly, and not shocked the world. But that wouldn’t have been as fun.
A spot deep in my brain knows I was also protecting myself from the prying eyes. No one wants to plaster a relationship to the world, and let it be perceived for whatever the tabloids and the newer fans feel that day. Especially a relationship between two bandmates.
Yeah, there were always rumors about Scottie and me messing around, but our fans that have been around since the beginning were sure to shut them down. I feel like a piece of human trash for lying to them for the last bit, but I can only hope they will understand…
While staring down at their sleeping forms, I know they’re it for me. I’ve known for a while now that Scottie was mine, but we never made it official. Then Felyx popped up and wrecked our little bubble, which we were way too comfortable in. Maybe it was just me who was too comfortable, and Scottie pacified me, not wanting to rock the boat.
I could’ve lost Scottie.
I need her more than I need my next breath, and I know it’s fast, but I can already feel that Scottie and I have that same connection with Felyx.
I lock my screen and throw my phone back on the nightstand.
That can all wait.
I’m soaking up the time we have here alone in this room for a little bit longer. Even if I’m planning on forcing Felyx to stay here with us all weekend. Leaning over, and rubbing my hand down Felyx stomach, and finding his cock behind his briefs. I gently trace over his length, loving how it’s growing even more.
“You going to do something with my cock, Singer Boy? Or am I going to have to beg?”
I lift my head, looking over Scottie. “I would like to hear how well you can beg…for someone that has made us do it all night.”
“Oh how the tables have tur—” I’m cut off by him climbing over Scottie, tossing his leg around me. He gets me to my back, and he’s straddling me in seconds. Not even having the chance to blink. “That shouldn’t have been that hot. Now I’m going to be the one begging…”
He slides down my legs, simultaneously pushing my knees up and wide. His eyes land on my puckered hole, inspecting it to his liking. I start to feel a little shy, but then he purrs, “Please let me fuck this slutty little hole.” He’s practically panting, and fuck, do I like hearing him beg. Now I get why he’s always having us do it. “Tell me you want this.” His tone is very serious now.
“I do, Sir.” I don’t think I can wait for him to prep me, I need him now. “Fuck me. Use me. Stretch me, just like we did Scottie last night.”
“Are you sure?” The concern lacing his face makes me even more convinced that Felyx is the right man for me—for us. That thought has me turning my head and coming face to face with a sleepy Scottie. Me using her name must have pulled her from her sleep.
“Now, Felyx, please.” I use his real name instead of Sir to try to make him realize how serious I am.
How desperate I am.
I feel the head of his cock pressing and circling my hole once he finished covering himself in a generous amount of lube. My breath hitches at the cold feel of the gel.
