Red Haze Bonus Scene
ARLO
The final show of our short tour was drawing to a close. Fifteen shows across the UK, and now we were going on an extended hiatus.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
The days of worldwide stadium tours were long behind us.
Not because our popularity had waned—if anything the opposite had happened—but because I was staring down the barrel of forty with my bandmates all having hit that milestone already.
The last thing any of us wanted to do was travel internationally for months at a time.
Not with everything we all had going on.
If you’d told me a decade ago that we’d all be married with kids, I wouldn’t have believed you…especially if you’d told us who we’d each end up with. But there was no denying that we were all with the people we were meant to be with.
Even if it had taken some of us a while to get there.
Jack was waiting for me in the wings. He’d lost none of the muscle over the years, just adding more silver to his hair. The man was ageing like a fine wine and I was here for it.
His expression was stern as he scanned the crowd beyond the stage. He wasn’t my bodyguard anymore, but he still couldn’t switch that part of his brain off, especially where I was concerned.
And with the twins? Fuck, you’ve never seen such safe playdates. All planned with military precision, naturally.
Liam and Keira exploded into our lives two and a half years ago, after Jack’s sister kindly agreed to be our surrogate. Since that day we’d known nothing other than noise and chaos.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jack had stayed home while I’d been on tour, juggling his responsibilities with Phoenix while also parenting the twins. I’d already known he’d be the best husband I could hope for, but I hadn’t realised the ease with which he’d step into his role as a dad.
Hadn’t expected it to be as easy as it had been for me either, not with the childhood I had, but it was pretty simple. I just thought about what my parents would do in any given situation and did the exact opposite.
As a result, our children were thriving. Everything about my life was perfect.
Everything, that was, except for one thing.
Jack and I needed to have sex.
And I’m not talking about a quickie blowjob in the shower before the kids woke up, I’m talking full throttle, eyes rolling back in my head, screaming out his name kinda sex.
Basically, the type it was almost impossible to have with toddlers in the house.
Tonight though, I was going to get my wish. The twins were with their nanny overnight. The tour was done. Jack was here.
All I needed to do was wait until we got back to the hotel. I could do that…right?
As I walked offstage and into Jack’s waiting arms, I knew the answer was going to be no.
I’d basically been edging myself for weeks now, restricted to nothing more than hurried phone sex at night while I was on tour.
With Jack’s strong arms around me, his familiar scent filling my nose, I realised I couldn’t wait.
Why bother when I could have the best of both worlds? A quickie here to take the edge off, then we’d both have more stamina when we got to the room. We’d be able to take our time without worrying about one of us having a hair trigger and ruining it by coming early.
“Need you,” I murmured into his ear, ignoring the buzzing activity backstage. “Now.”
Jack groaned, cupping my rear and tugging me against him. Our erections ground together, showing I wasn’t the only one in this predicament. “We have a room booked.”
“And we can make full use of it when we get there.” I adjusted myself in my trousers before taking a step back. “But I think you’re going to need to fuck me here first. Then when we get to the hotel, I’ll fuck you. Then we can swap again. Just all the fucking until one of us passes out.”
Jack chuckled. “Babe, I think you’re forgetting I’m almost fifty. I have limits.”
I grinned as I grabbed his hand and tugged him backwards. “I haven’t forgotten. I love finding your limits…then pushing you past them.”
Silas winked at us as we passed, mischief in his baby blues. “Have fun, boys.”
I flipped him off with my spare hand. It was alright for him and Kai—they were on tour together. They could have fun sex every night.
Luca had already disappeared, no doubt off to find Ollie with the same plan that I had. Which meant our dressing room would be empty…
“Yes!” I crowed as I led Jack into the silent room and flipped the lock behind us. “Fucking finally.”
“Sure you want to do this here? I can wait.”
“That would be more convincing if you weren’t literally stripping me right now,” I said. Jack smirked as he threw my T-shirt to the side and opened my jeans. “Besides, you might be able to wait, but I fucking can’t.”
Jack lowered his head with a growl, kissing me with a heat that hadn’t diminished in the slightest, even after all these years together. His big hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it just the way I liked it.
“Lube,” I said on a gasp as I broke away. “I don’t know how long we have until someone tries to come in.”
Jack chuckled. “Well, wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been caught in a compromising position in public.”
I twisted his nipple through his shirt, making him hiss. “May I remind you it also wouldn’t be the first time you’d been caught either? Remember Luca and Ollie’s wedding?”
They’d had a winter wedding up in the Swiss Alps. After a few too many drinks, I’d had the brilliant idea that Jack should blow me.
Outside.
Pushed up against the railing.
On a balcony overlooking the mountains.
Yeah, definitely hadn’t been my best idea, but fortunately it had been Silas and Kai who’d caught us. To this day, I maintained that they were just annoyed because they’d been hoping to get there first.
Jack blushed, but from the way he bit his lip I didn’t think it was from embarrassment. “Remember it? What do you think I’ve been jacking off to the whole time you’ve been gone?”
I shoved at his chest until he fell back on the sofa. His biceps were straining against the white cotton of his shirt, forearms on display where he’d rolled up the sleeves. Just above the first button, the once dark hair now peppered with silver peeked out.
Jack went to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped him. “No. I want you clothed while I ride you.”
“I’ll never say no to that.” He freed his cock, and after rummaging around in his pocket for lube, he pulled me down for a steamy kiss.
Whimpers cascaded against his lips as he prepped me. Years of experience meant Jack knew just how much I needed to work me open. Even so, I didn’t think I’d ever get over the feeling of his rough fingers stretching me. Of knowing his cock was going to fill me. That he owned me.
That we owned each other.
Once upon a time, I’d been a naive boy with a hopeless crush.
Never would I have believed that crush would lead to this—fucking my husband on the sofa backstage.
“I’m ready,” I panted, my fingers digging into Jack’s shoulders. “I can’t wait any more. Please.”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He notched his cock against my hole. “Slowly now.”
Fuck that. If I’d had the capacity to roll my eyes at him, I would’ve done. Jack should really know by now that when I was this worked up, slow wasn’t an option.
I slammed down onto him, hissing at the burn. It was worth it though, to hear Jack’s bellowed curse. To see his head fall back. To feel him throbbing deep inside me.
“Fuck, Arlo.” He clamped his hands around my hips. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Worry about yourself, old man,” I breathed, rising up to his tip before slamming back down. “Don’t have a heart attack while I’m riding your cock. That would be a headline none of us could explain away.”
Jack’s answer was to thrust up to meet my movements. “Wanna see who can hold out longest?”
“Loser has to do the washing up for a week.”
“Oh, you’re on.”
I smirked at him, tweaking his nipples through his shirt as I rolled my hips. I hated doing the washing up, so I was playing to win. “Did you like watching me on stage tonight?”
“You know I did,” he growled, his hips bucking upwards. “Seeing you lost in the music, drenched with sweat. It was all I could do not to drag you offstage to do this.”
“Well you have me now, Jack. Show me what you wanted to do.”
Suddenly I was moving through the air as he stood in one smooth movement. I let out a squeak of alarm, but his strong arms held me firm, his cock still buried deep in my arse.
The cold wood of the door met my back as Jack slammed me into it. He hooked my legs over his forearms, pinning me in place. His expression was near feral as he began to fuck me in earnest.
“This is I wanted to do. To hold you still and remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my hand going down to stroke my cock. Fuck the bet—I needed to come, and I needed it now. “Harder, Jack. Yes.”
The door was banging against the frame, but Jack didn’t slow. Anyone could have been stood outside listening, but I didn’t give a fuck as I moaned and whined. I was a fucking slut for Jack’s cock, and I didn’t care who knew it.
He changed angles, hitting my prostate dead-on, and it was game over for me. My cum flew all over the front of Jack’s shirt, providing more evidence of what we’d just done. I didn’t care, not when he buried his face in my neck and came with a groan.
Outside the room, I heard the distinct sound of Kai and Silas cheering and applauding.
“Not again,” Jack groaned, but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
“Don’t worry, we’ll get them back.” We should have had a tally chart going, given how often we’d all caught each other by this point.
I slid down the door as he pulled his softening dick out of me.
“Wanna call it a draw?” I asked.
Jack had a dopey smile on his face as he tugged me close. “Nah. Let’s go for best two out of three.”