Chapter 29
Luke
The noise.
The only other time I’ve ever heard anything this loud was the day it rained bombs and bullets.
Even the show I saw in Richmond paled in comparison to this.
Granted, the audience is twice the size.
I’m looking around in awe and wonder at the number of people screaming for Sloan.
Their roars ricochet off my ribcage, igniting a spark of jealousy.
Next to me, Jen vibrates with excitement as all the girls and I are gathered on a small platform at the top of the stairs that connects to the stage.
“God, I love watching him play,” she yells in my ear.
Me too, I think. Only not in an arena packed with thousands. I miss him strumming on that old guitar around the barracks. “Look at all of them. They’re un-fucking-tamable.”
“Pretty unreal, right?” Jen grins at me, eating up the energy of this place like it feeds her soul.
On stage, Sloan is completely in his zone. I haven’t seen him like this since our last deployment mission together. He talks with the other members of the band as if the rest of us plus-ones aren’t back here drooling on ourselves.
It’s been too long since that morning I woke up with Sloan clutching me protectively.
With every interaction we have, I kick myself for not giving in a decade ago.
Watching him now, I know it’s time to share what I’ve kept from him.
Only when there are no more secrets where Grant and Hailey Tomlin are concerned can we truly move on.
The thought makes me sick though, because I just got Sloan back and I’m terrified I’ll lose him all over again, but I resolve to tell him everything when he gets home from this leg of the tour.
I watch the entire second half of their concert, clinging to the handrail surrounding the platform. Halfway using it for support and halfway using it to prevent myself from running on stage and tackling him.
He’s playing my favorite guitar solo in Expectation. The song I have on repeat in my car, when he looks over at me from the stage and winks. His fingers move expertly across the fretboard and my heart goes haywire in my chest.
“God, I want him so bad.”
“The look he’s giving you should be telling you he feels the same way,” Jen says, leaning into me.
It’s a powerful aphrodisiac watching thousands of people scream for the man who only wants to hear his name come out of our mouths.
Are you asking me to say your name, Sloan?
I’d rather hear you scream it while you come, Luke.
Fuck, my balls are going to explode. I reach for Jen’s hand, thankful it’s dark on our side of the stage, not that the crowd can see us anyway.
“Jen, I need your help. I’m gonna lose a nut if I don’t come.”
“It’ll be my pleasure,” she yells against my ear.
She moves to stand directly in front of me with her back to my chest. I can still see Sloan over the top of her head and he cocks a wicked grin, clearly knowing what her plan is before I do. It only takes a second before I feel her hands working the button on my pants and sliding the zipper down.
It’s already hot as hell in here but when Jen’s hand grazes my rigid cock through my boxers, it becomes unbearable.
I drape my forearm across her ribcage, splaying my fingers so my thumb is able to brush back and forth over her nipple through her shirt as my cock tries to burrow its way into her ass.
Sloan watches with rapt attention from across the stage as her skin connects with mine and she pulls me through the opening in my boxers and strokes me right here, surrounded by all these people.
Each of the girls with us is too busy watching their man on stage, but technically, anyone could see me getting this hand job if they looked hard enough.
Both of Jen’s hands are behind her now, her right one jerking me off while her left one squeezes my balls.
“Oh…fuck, yes, baby. Your hands feel so fucking good.”
Somehow, Sloan manages to stay on task, but when he mouths come for me, Jen sees it too and tugs on my sack. I’m coming and I don’t even care where it lands. I bury my face in Jen’s neck.
“Oh…shit…uh …unnhhh,” I groan.
I slump against the railing behind me and quickly shove myself back in my pants. Before I’m sure my legs will hold me, Jen is tugging me down the stairs behind her.
“Where are we going?” I ask, entering one of the backstage hallways.
“The guys’ dressing room. They keep extra merchandise in boxes in there. Figured we could both use new shirts,” she giggles.
“Smart and brilliant,” I tell her, even if I hate not being able to watch Sloan right now.
Five minutes later, Sloan crashes through the door to the dressing room.
“Both of you, follow me.”
“How are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be on stage?” I ask.
“I’ve got about six minutes before the encore,” he says, opening a door two doors down from the dressing room. “But they can’t really start without me, can they? Inside. Now.”
He reaches over his head and pulls his t-shirt off, dropping it to the floor as he pulls the door closed. The fabric is so saturated with sweat it lands with a wet smack. He stalks toward Jen, backing her up against the wall, cupping her face with one hand and her ass with the other.
“It’s so fucking hot watching you take care of him like that,” he says as he rolls his hips into her. “And now I’m going to take care of you.”
I watch as he pushes his jeans and boxers to his knees and steps one leg out completely. The prominent vein along his dick is standing out, drawing my eyes. Jen’s wearing a skirt and I now realize that wardrobe choice was done on purpose.
Sloan pushes the skirt up around her waist and actually rips the thong from her body like he’s the fucking Hulk.
With no warning, he places both hands under her ass as he lifts her off the ground.
She must know what’s coming because she wraps her legs around his waist as he brings her down onto his cock and fills her up on the first thrust.
Christ, that’s a lot of dick in one fell swoop.
In the seconds leading up to this, I thought it would be hard watching him and her have this moment.
Being the spectator while the man I love wrings pleasure out of another person, potentially crushing my soul — even if I deserve it, but in fact, the opposite is true.
Watching him push his hips up into her while gravity drops her back down on to him has me getting hard all over again.
“Luke,” Jennifer says my name in a way that makes me pretty sure I zoned out for a second.
“Yeah?”
“He only has another minute. Take your cock out and slap it against his ass while he’s inside me.”
Wasting no time, I do as she says, pulsing my hips back and forth trying to kiss his balls with the tip of my still-recovering dick.
“I have so much fucking cum for you, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?” Sloan asks her as his climax grows close. “But you’re going to share, right?”
“Mmhm. I’ll share if you tell me to.”
“I’m telling you to. I want Luke on his knees licking…oh God…oh shit, Jen. I’m coming.”
He pumps into her and his sounds make me hard as a rock. Now I’m jealous. I want his release. To feel it. To taste it. To savor it.
“I hate to fuck and run, but I really gotta jet,” he says, righting his pants in record time, opting to leave his shirt on the floor.
At the door, he turns back to us. “Luke, I want you on your knees sucking every last drop of my release from her pussy, but don’t you dare come.
That’s for she and I to share at the hotel later. ”