Chapter 8 Scottie
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SCOTTIE
Iscan the room key, and the little light turns green. Opening the door, I immediately find the roses scattered all over the floor. Briggs has my suitcase, so I step to the side and usher the guys into the hotel room.
“Uhh oh, roses all over the floor. Are you two trying to tell me something?” Felyx chuckles as he jokes, but he could be on to something there.
* Or maybe he isn’t joking…It’s the one thing I’m trying to figure out.
Is he interested in us?
Is there even an us, with Briggs and me?
I don’t fucking know and I’m over questioning myself in my head, so I blurt out, “Felyx…are you single?”
Briggs' brows pull together. He’s probably wondering why in the hell I’m asking, and sure, this is probably a rude question to ask, but it’s killing me not knowing!
I’m nothing if not a nosey bitch.
Once we’re all in the room, he pulls a sleeping Mildred out of her mesh carrier and sits her on the two-seater couch. She doesn’t even open an eye to see what’s going on.
One thing is for certain, that couch is nowhere near big enough for anyone to sleep on besides Mildred.
She gets settled, stretched out, and covered up with her orange blanket; he gives me the answer I’ve been dying to know.
“I’m single as a Pringle. I’ve been for a while now.
I lived in an old folks town back in Florida…
and sadly, I don’t have an attraction to the senile, old men or women.
Probably the only people I’m not attracted to, being pansexual and all.
” He chuckles, but a sadness washes over Felyx’s face when he talks about Florida.
I want to ask what that’s about, but I’m at my limit for random questions tonight.
I’m sure of it…I make a mental note to ask him in the morning.
I look behind us and see the huge California King bed covered in rose petals.
The chilled champagne is sitting on the side table, and there’s a whole goody bag of fun little things a honeymooning couple would need.
The room couldn’t be cuter, and I’m sure it’s giving a wild vibe off to Felyx, but in reality, we didn’t know he was going to be in here with us.
No matter how much I was hoping he would be.
I turn to look at Briggs and ask him, “Singer Boy, did you book this for us?” His sheepish look tells me everything I need to know, and then he adds a head nod, looking away. For a man who just performed and moved a crowd the way he did, him acting shy never fails to shock me.
But it is my favorite.
A shy, blushing man.
Yep, that’s all I need.
“Okay, so there’s no couch in here…” Briggs announces, as we’re all looking around the room at what could possibly be hidden. “Well, one that’s big enough to sleep on.”
I chuckle. “One bed.”
Then Felyx quickly says, “You know what that means?” We sure as hell don’t, but I hope he’ll say yes to the plan I’ve been scheming up in my head.
Hell, I’ve got my fingers crossed that both of them do.
Briggs and I stare at Felyx, waiting for him to tell us.
“You all are boring! We get to have a sleepover!”
The look on my face says he’s officially lost his marbles.
“With the adrenaline pumping through me, I’m going to need more than a sleepover,” I joke, but am immediately hit with Briggs’ eyes darkening. He knows exactly what I mean and what our after-show routine is by now.
”I don’t care what kind of sleepover or slumber party we’re about to have, but I do know one thing for sure: I need to shower before anything happens. No one wants to smell these pits of mine.”
“Same,” I agree, and before Felyx can argue, we both head into the huge tiled bathroom.
I kick my boots off before heading in and kick them over towards the door, and Briggs is right behind me, kicking his off as well.
I’m so excited to get into an actual shower in a non-tour bus bathroom that I start stripping out of my clothes before I even remember that it’s not just Briggs in the room with me like normal.
When I’m down to my bottom layer, I yell, “Felyx, you wanna join us?! It’s a huge shower with plenty of sprayers.” I don’t even hear him approach, but I feel his breath tickle the back of my neck as his face comes into my peripheral vision, and he whispers, “I was waiting for one of you to ask.”
I turn my head to look at the side of his beautiful face, and his eyes are on Briggs, who is in front of us.
Felyx is watching his facial expressions, while his hands start on the outside of my thighs, slowly starting to trail up to my waist, reaching my stomach, and landing on the hem of my sports bra.
Yeah, sports bra…Throwing your whole body around, beating on drums. Titties will hit you in the face.
Felyx is still staring at Briggs, so I risk taking a look at him.
He’s in his briefs, but behind those black briefs, I can see the huge bulge he’s sporting.
The whimper crawls out of me before I can stop it.
“Briggs.” I shouldn’t be pleading one man’s name while a different man’s hands are on me… but I do.
* And it has him moving towards us. In a couple of quick steps, he’s right in front of me, pressing his front against mine.
Felyx has two full hands of my breasts while he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
Briggs’ hands snake up my neck, and he wraps his hands into the hair at the base of my neck that’s thankfully starting to fall out of my French braids.
His lips land on mine in what I think is going to be a slow, sensual kiss, but the growl that comes from him goes straight to my pussy.
I push through his lips with my tongue, needing to taste him.
I feel Felyx’s tongue run up my neck, as he whispers in my ear again, “You two together…fucckkk—” I press my ass into his matching bulge that’s behind his jeans. Then he says, “But I need green lights from both of you before we go any further.”
I pull my lips away from Briggs' mouth and whisper to him, “I’m good, if you’re good…no pressure though.”
A gasp of shock leaves Briggs before he questions, “Are you kidding me? I’m not passing up on getting you between the both of us. And not in a groupie way, either. I don’t want to make you all uncomfortable about that, either.”
It’s always just been Briggs and me. It’s been amazing, to say the least, but I want to explore the pull I have to Felyx. Even with us not being in an official relationship, we both still care for one another so deeply.
But Felyx’s dominant personality, the more feminine attribute of him expressing himself by wearing makeup, his fashion sense, and then adding the dripping sex appeal in, he’s got my attention to say the least. And I could tell Briggs has been equally as curious.
I just don’t want anything bad to happen to Briggs and me, and I also don’t want to hurt Felyx’s feelings.
But tonight I think we’re going to have fun.
I’m throwing all the expectations out the window.
* THE SHALLOWS - Kae
* SMUT - Jutes