23. Chapter 23
Living in a house with three men, I rarely get a night to myself. Tonight is the exception. Cole left this morning for a two-week training camp, and Foster is at dinner with his parents, who are in town again. I wasn’t invited, so I had to push him into going. I’m not entirely alone in the house because Talon is in his studio having a video meeting with his manager and record company.
I’m halfway through my third episode of a cooking show when Talon comes up from the basement and joins me. I pause the show.
“Good meeting?” I ask.
He looks apprehensive when he answers, “Pretty good.”
“It doesn’t look like it. What’s up?”
“My management and the label want me to do more live shows. They want a few showcases on the West Coast and a reunion concert for charity with No Left Turn. Plus, they want a commitment for future dates on the East Coast.”
“That sounds like it would get you a lot of attention and is what you expected. What’s wrong?”
He sighs and pulls me close to his side. “I’m nervous.”
“Like stage fright?” I ask.
“No, my nerves ramp up before a show, but I use that to fuel my performance. I don’t know about being on the road. Being here with you, I haven’t given a thought to my addiction. But I’m afraid that being on the road could lead to temptations. It’s a cliche, but partying is part of being a musician.”
I hug him closer to me, unsure if there’s anything I can do for him. I understand that falling off the wagon is a genuine fear for him, but I can’t be with him all the time to keep him sober.
“Will you be gone for long?” I ask him.
“No longer than a week at a time.”
“Then think of it as a practice run. You’ll know what to expect and can make any adjustments before you go out on a longer tour. You can do this.”
He looks down at me and kisses my forehead, “Thank you, Kitten. I needed to hear that.”
“And if you relapse, we’ll ensure you get any help you need.” I reach up to cup his face, meeting his eyes. “I love you, Talon, and I’m so proud of you for getting clean and caring for yourself.”
He smiles, and I think I see tears in his eyes. “I love you too, Blake Knox. You’re amazing. ”
His lips meet mine, gentle at first but quickly become rougher. His hands wander as I open my mouth and pull his bottom lip in. My hands snake their way up his shirt when we hear the front door open. I reluctantly let Talon pull away.
“That must be Foster. He’s going to need you now.”
He gives me a gentle kiss and gets off the couch. Foster walks in, and they cross paths with a nod before Foster plops beside me. He lays his head in my lap and looks up at me. I run my fingers through his silky brown locks, massaging his head.
He moans, “That feels so good, pretty girl.”
After we sit in silence for a minute, I ask him, “Do you want to talk about how it went?”
He sighs, “It went…fine.”
And nothing more. So I poke him in the side. Foster doesn’t hold his feelings in, so I know he’s holding back to protect me.
“More. I can take it,” I tell him.
“They just don’t get it. I don’t care if they never do, but they could at least support me. Even tolerate it.”
“And they don’t?”
“Maybe. They listened when I told them I wouldn’t be part of a family who looks down on my choices.” I open my mouth to argue, but he puts his hand over it. “I know you don’t want me to push my family because of you and our relationship, but its more than that. They refuse to accept me and what I want for my own life. That’s not going to work.”
I kiss his hand over my mouth, and he lowers it. I lean over and press my lips to his forehead.
“I love you, Foster Holland. And I love that you’re willing to fight for us and this strange family we’re building for ourselves.”
He smiles at me, and the lines that marred his face disappear. “I love you too.”
I’m all the way in with these men.
While living here for the last few months, Ive been training with Foster. Hes encouraged me to learn self-defense moves and strengthen my body. Its been empowering and energizing to hit the gym several times a week. Today, I wake up feeling high anxiety and need to burn off some energy, so I go down to the gym by myself.
When they told me there was a gym in the house, I expected a treadmill, bench, and some weights, but theres so much more. In addition to all the equipment you can imagine, a boxing bag hangs from the ceiling and mats on the floor. I dont know why this surprised me, knowing that fitness is a big part of Fosters job and Cole needs a place for his workouts.
My goal is to get a little cardio in. I get on one of the bikes and start my playlist. I want to quiet my brain for at least thirty minutes before finding something else to do.
Cole has been away for a week at training camp and still has one more week to go before coming home. Then it’s on to the preseason games. Talons album was a huge hit, breaking all kinds of streaming records. Hes been back in LA the past few days, doing interviews and sold-out shows. Im so happy for them and their successes, but that small part of my brain fears having them far away from me. They have constantly communicated, reassuring me when I need to hear from them, but our history rears its head and makes me anxious.
When my time is up on the bike, my legs feel like jelly. I get off and sit on a bench to decide what to do next. I’m considering starting yoga when the door opens and Foster strolls in.
Hi, pretty girl. I thought I might find you here. What are you up to?
At the moment, trying to get my feeling back in my legs.
We can do some one-on-one if you feel up to it.
I agree, so Foster lays down mats for us. My brain stutters when he pulls his t-shirt off, one-handed over his head, and he’s left in just his basketball shorts. He catches me looking and smirks.
The bastard knows what hes doing.
I can’t even hate myself for ogling. His body is a sculpted work of art.
I grin back at him and decide to have a little fun, too. I slowly pull off my baggy t-shirt, exposing my black sports bra and bike shorts. Then I take a drink from my water bottle, letting some drip from my mouth and run down my chin to my chest. From the corner of my eye, I watch him track the water down to where it stops at my bra. Two can play this game.
Ready? I ask as Foster gapes.
He pulls himself together, Yeah. Ive been watching some YouTube videos and found new moves I’d like to try.”
Im game, I reply.
We run through what Foster has ready and others we have already been through. After were done, I starfish on the mats, dead on my feet. My muscles are screaming, but my brains clear.
Foster plops down next to me, holding the water bottle. Youre looking good. Im confident you could win any catfight and maybe a mugger on the street.
I struggle to sit beside him, take the water and drain it. Thank you, but Im not sure of that. Im more of a freezer in a life-or-death situation.
You might surprise yourself now that your muscles know what to do. Yoga time now?
I look down at myself, More like shower time.
Before I can think, Im on my back again, pinned beneath Foster.
Thats a shame. I was hoping to bend you into fun positions, he says as he starts kissing down my jaw and to my neck.
Ewww, we cant get sexy. Im sweaty, and I probably stink, I tell him.
That doesnt stop him from continuing to kiss down my neck to my chest. When his fingers slide down my bra strap, I stop him. No, I want to shower first.
He hefts a big, dramatic sigh. Fine, well go take a shower.
He helps me off the mats and we run to my room together.
I get out of the shower with Foster right behind me. Before I can finish drying off, he scoops me up and drops me on the bed. He’s about to jump on there with me when my phone rings. Foster changes course and grabs it off the nightstand. He shows me the screen. Its a video call from Cole.
I want Foster so badly, but I don’t like to miss my daily call with Cole. It’s a dilemma. I could always rush through with Foster and hope Cole can talk when I call him back.
Foster recognizes my struggle. ”Answer it,” he tells me and hands me the phone.
I prop myself on a couple of pillows against the headboard and angle my camera so I won’t be able to tell I’m naked because we haven’t taken that step in person yet.
“Hi baby, how are you?” I answer, Cole’s face taking up my phone screen.
“Good, ready to be home. How are you?”
“Not bad, missing you.”
“I miss you too. Just a few more days to go now. This camp has been kicking my ass.”
I’m so caught up listening to Cole that I miss Foster’s hand sliding up my thighs. When I feel him tug on them to get me to open my legs, I look up from the phone. He gestures for me to be quiet and pushes on them again. I oblige and spread my legs, interested in seeing where this will go.
Foster throws my legs over his shoulder, and the first feel of his tongue on my pussy has me struggling to hide my excitement.
Cole pauses a story about some of his new teammates to take me in, “Are you okay there, Bumblebee?”
“I’m fine,” I answer, straining to keep my voice regular.
“Next week is Foster’s first coaching game. We all should go support him since he’s always supporting us,” Cole tells me.
“Yeah, Foster is exceptional,” I agree as the man himself looks up from between my legs and smiles.
Foster’s devilish tongue continues to massage my clit, working me up to a frenzy. I try my hardest to hear what Cole is saying, but my ears are buzzing, and my vision is blurring from my impending climax.
Just as I’m about to peak, Foster stops. I look down at him with narrowed eyes and his grins before sliding two fingers inside of me. I can’t contain the noises I make when they fill me up.
Cole pauses and looks at me again. I know my face is flushed, and my pupils are blown.
“Are you touching yourself?” He asks me, his voice low and husky.
“Uh…”
“Show me, I want to see,” he says.
I shrug and angle down the camera so he can see Foster’s head between my legs, then back again so I can see him.
Cole grins at me through the phone. “Naughty girl, does that feel good?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Good, now let me watch you as Foster makes you come,” and as soon as the words leave his mouth, my body tenses, my vision blacks out, and I detonate. When I come back to myself, I’ve dropped the phone, and Foster has emerged from between my thighs.
“Still there?” I ask as I grab my phone again.
Cole has set his phone down, and I can see him sitting on his hotel room bed with no shirt on, pants open, and his cock in his hand. He’s stroking himself slowly.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he says to me, then he gets louder, “Foster, I want her to ride you, and I want to see her tits bouncing while she does.”
Foster gets right on Cole’s demand. He stretches out next to me on the bed. He takes the phone from me, laying it on his chest, and motions for me to climb aboard. I straddle his hips and lower myself down onto his cock. I slide down slowly, torturing us both.
There’s a loud groan when he’s inside me, and I’m not sure if it’s from Foster or Cole. I look down and see Cole stroking himself quicker now.
“Ride him,” he tells me, and I slide up and down on Foster’s cock as Cole strokes his. I match his pace as I feel Foster’s body stiffening underneath me.
“Touch yourself,” Cole demands and my fingers find my clit and rub. My tits are bouncing just like Cole wants as I grind down on Foster and my fingers.
Cole finishes first, and hearing his groans and watching the cum spurt on his abs has me finish right behind him. Foster ends the call and throws my phone on the other side of the bed before rolling me over and thrusting hard and fast into me to his orgasm.
“Well, that was fun,” Foster comments when his breathing returns to normal.
I huff a laugh, “Yeah,” then I cuddle up on his chest.