Chapter 31
Sloan
Thankfully, the bus ride to the hotel is short.
The guys and I are exhausted and I can tell everyone, myself included, is headed for a major crash now that the show is over and the people we love are here with us.
We discovered the hard way that none of us sleep well on the road without our partners.
A low hum permeates the bus preventing complete silence but it in itself is comforting.
“Sloan, that show was unbelievable,” Luke says from the floor of the back room of the tour bus. The guys graciously gave the three of us the only privacy in this vehicle and Jen’s curled up on the opposite end of the couch, looking like she’s ready to fall asleep.
“Thanks. The second half was definitely more fun than the first.” I playfully shake Jen’s foot closest to me just to keep her in the conversation but she’s totally checked out. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, just been a long day, you know?”
“Bet I know a way to wake you up,” I tease, trailing my hand up the side of her thigh.
She smiles and stretches but turns in a way that cuts off my access.
“I’ll bet you do. But you and I were the last ones to get off back at the arena.
I think it’s his turn again.” She nods at Luke and my insides melt at another chance to focus completely on him, to learn the best ways to wring pleasure from his body.
So that I don’t pop his dick-cherry in the back of the tour bus like some groupie, I switch gears to small talk, trying to deflate my cock for the rest of the twenty-minute ride to the hotel.
It barely works and when we pull up outside the building, I’m ready to break every protocol and drag Luke and Jen up to the penthouse with me, not giving a single damn about the fans and reporters outside the bus.
But I can’t. That would be reckless for multiple reasons.
“Okay, I’ve gotta get out with the guys and get in the middle of the security sandwich. You guys and the other girls will wait until security comes back out for you and escorts you in. Do not get off this bus without them,” I tell them emphatically as a fist beats on the door to the bus.
“Shit. I’ve got to go. This is the worst part.
Just get inside and it’ll calm down. As soon as you get to my room, I’ll properly thank you both for coming all this way for me.
” I push off the couch and give Luke a quick kiss since he’s in front of me on the floor.
Quickly, I open the door to the back room, taking my place behind Brett, in front of Ryan, as we file off the tour bus to more screams, camera flashes, and groping hands.
I’ve made it all of four steps toward the hotel doors when someone flies into me from the side, lips connecting with mine before I even have a chance to process that this can’t be Jen or Luke.
Just like our PR team instructed, I don’t try to push the person off of me, but instead, try to turn my head away while holding my arms in the air, waiting on security to get this person the fuck off of me.
Before Jasper can react because he’s in the front of the pack and the crowd has really pressed in, I hear my name being yelled and all the blood drains from my head, making me sway on my feet.
“SLOAN!”
He screams it now the same way he did the day he took that bullet for me and all of a sudden, I don’t care about anything but holding Luke in my arms.
I’m about to fuck this security protocol just like I fucked my unit leader’s orders to stand down that day in hell.
Shoving the aggressive fan away from me, I realize it’s a dude as my hands connect with his chest.
Shockingly, that’s a first and undoubtedly what prompted Luke’s reaction.
“Luke!” I yell, trying to guide him to me through the throng of people. Behind me, and towering over everyone enough to see better than me, Ryan reaches behind him and barks an order.
“Luke, grab my hand.”
Jasper tries to push the crowd back from the front of our group, which has come to a dangerous standstill in the middle of this out-of-control chaos, while Luke elbows bodies to get to me.
As I keep one arm up to make sure no one else catches me unprepared, I see Ryan grip Luke’s wrist and yank him violently toward us. My love for our bassist triples, as he shields Luke and I with his massive fucking frame while I hug Luke in a vice grip.
“Don’t ever fucking scream my name like that again.” I’m embarrassingly close to tears.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven when Luke speaks frantically against my ear, “I don’t ever want to lose you again. Can I kiss you now? Fuck it, Sloan. I’m all in. Kiss me. Let them all see. You’re not available anymore. I can’t stand knowing that fucker’s mouth was the last one—”
I silence him by gripping his face in my hands and giving him a kiss I’m pretty sure we’ll both remember for the rest of our lives. I don’t care about the cameras going off or the people shouting around us. At some point, Ryan begins walking into us, herding us toward the door.
Turning to grip Luke’s hand, I see Jen in the window of the bus. Her arms are wrapped around herself and Emma is beside her, gripping her waist.
“Fuck,” I growl, causing Luke to tense.
“What’s wrong?”
“Jen. Something’s up.” How did this ever work with Grant and Hailey?
We’re ushered through the door and into the elevators prepared to take us all the way to the penthouse suites on the top floor.
We always have the four-bedroom suite when there’s one available but in this hotel, we have two two-bedroom suites.
Ryan, and now Emma, will have one bedroom while me, Luke, and Jen take the other.
Inside the elevator, I feel waves of fury coming off of Jasper.
I assume he feels like he failed on the job.
By the time it pings on our floor, the tension is suffocating.
Brett and Noah follow Romeo to the suite next door and I wave Ryan on, knowing me, Luke, and Jasper are going to need a minute.
Tim and Juan head back down to get the girls from the bus.
I’m about to tell Jasper not to be so hard on himself since this is his first bodyguarding gig and crowds can be unpredictable, but as soon as I say his name, he unleashes on Luke getting in his face.
“Do not ever abandon protocol on my watch, you prick. You could’ve been trampled and I would’ve had to let him,” he points to me, “continue to get tongue-fucked by a stranger so I could pick your ass up off the fucking ground. I can only handle one spoiled man-child at a time.”
Totally comfortable getting sassy subordinates in line, Luke collects Jasper’s anger and force feeds him a healthy dose of humility.
“Tell me, Jasper, were you in the military?”
“Yes.”
Luke pulls his dog tags out from under the collar of his t-shirt. “Me too. In fact, I still am.” He holds out his hand. “Major Luke Blackwell.”
Instead of shaking his hand, Jasper snaps into a salute out of habit.
“Sir.” A faint pink color stains his tanned cheeks.
Luke pulls his t-shirt up revealing the spider-web shaped scar just below his collarbone. “You know what this is?”
“A bullet wound, sir.”
“Ever had one?”
“No, sir.”
“I took that bullet specifically so it wouldn’t hit the man standing beside you.
” Jasper’s eyes widen as Luke continues talking.
“So, until you feel that lead pierce your skin and the shockwave that reverberates throughout your skull, making even your brain cells hurt, don’t tell me what I can or can’t do when it comes to Sloan Alexander because I would happily lay my life down for him to keep his. ”
Jasper salutes again, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “Sir, yes sir.”
When Jasper lowers his hand, Luke pats him on the shoulder. “I pray you never know what it feels like.”
Distance. There’s too much distance. I grip Luke’s shirt and haul him to me, slamming him hard into the wall of the small foyer that houses the penthouse doors because my emotions are getting the best of me and I can’t keep my hands off of him any longer.
“Hey, guys,” Jasper says, obviously uncomfortable with our display. “Maybe you want to take this to the suite? There are cameras in this lobby and I’m certain someone would love to sell this footage for a pretty penny.”
“My room. Now,” I growl, nostrils flared, skin heated.
Luke shocks me when on a whisper, he says, “Sloan, what about Jen? We need to wait.”
“Shit.” He’s right. But I can’t wait any longer to feel him in me or around me. I need him to yell my name in ecstasy and not in anguish. “We’ll leave the bathroom door open. I’m sure the shower’s big enough for all three of us. Please. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”
Thankfully, he nods his consent, after sending a glance at the suite door.
I pull him through my bedroom to the spacious bathroom.
Once there, I waste no time stripping him down.
Pulling his t-shirt over his head, a harsh exhale forces its way from my lungs.
Every time I see his scar it’s like a punch to the solar plexus.
He was in love with me then. He’s in love with me now.
I kiss and bite my way along his jawline as my fingers, usually so deft and skilled on my strings, now clumsy due to adrenaline and anticipation as I work his belt buckle open.
I don’t even wait for his jeans to fall before I plunge my hand inside and find him hard, the tip of his cock already wet as he thrusts his hips forward.
The guys can probably hear my groan from the next suite over. No doubt, Ryan can hear me even though my bedroom separates this bathroom from the living room.
“I’m so conflicted,” I confess.
“Because of Jen? Maybe we should wait.”
Jen’s always been on board with being open as long as I’m honest and honestly, what I want right now is the man in front of me.
“No, Lucky. I’m conflicted because I don’t know where to start. I want to consume every fucking inch of you and I can’t decide where to begin.”
He covers my frenzied hands with his own and catches my gaze.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere this time. I’m here as long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever,” I demand. I want him forever.
“Forever.”
I trail one hand over his pec, trying to slow myself down. It’s so damn different touching a man and I’ve forgotten how good that strength and power feel under my hands.
“Promise me.”
“I promise, Sloan.”
He kicks his shoes off and works my shirt over my head, reaching it more easily when I drop to my knees on the floor. It seems I’m in this position a lot when Lucky’s around.
I slide his jeans and boxers down his legs until he’s naked in front of me.
“This is a big step. How are you doing?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I’m good.” Quickly, he amends his statement, “I mean, I’m ready.”
Glancing at his thick, rigid shaft, I know he’s telling the truth. With my hands on the backs of his thighs, I pull him to my face and draw his balls into my mouth first.
“Oh fuck,” he groans immediately, placing his hands on my shoulders to steady himself.
I gently pull again and smile when I hear his hand slap the countertop for better balance. I want him to come undone. I lick and suck until he has a bead of pre-cum stretching from the tip of his dick to the bathroom floor. Only when I feel his legs start to tremble do I plunge my face on his dick.
“This … is going to be … the fastest …I’ve ever come in my life,” he pants.
At his admission, I begrudgingly pull myself off his cock and stand. “Not yet, baby.” I want him riding the edge of his orgasm as long as he can so he’s more than primed for whichever role he wants tonight: top or bottom.
I’m working my own pants and boxers off when he crashes into me, pushing me against the glass of the shower wall. When his tongue hits my neck, I know he has to taste the salt from my sweat, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems content to suck every last granule off my skin.
“I like it when you call me baby,” he admits before going back to exploring my skin.
Did I? Weird. Pet names aren’t usually my thing.
“I don’t know how the fuck I stayed away from you. Or why. Because now that we’re here…fuck, I need you,” he continues.
I flex my fingers in his muscular back as his hands roam my flesh.
“Come on, I need to shower before we take this any farther.” I basically stood in a pool of my own ass sweat for two and a half hours. If his tongue reaches certain places on my body right now, I’m positive he’ll never come back.
Both finally naked, we step under the spray — thank God for double shower heads. As I’m bathing, I notice he can’t stop staring. The lust in his eyes is on full display even as he washes his own skin.
“How’d you get so big?”
I laugh. “I’ve always been this big. No enhancements here. This is all natural.” I soap up my balls and pull on my cock a couple times to alleviate the growing pressure.
He throws me an amused look. “I didn’t mean your dick, although that’s a work of art on its own. I meant you. Your body.”
“Oh. Well, once I got out of the Army, I ate everything I could find for like three years straight. I stopped running and transitioned to mostly weights.”
He looks thoughtful for a minute. “We have a lot to catch up on.” He closes the distance between us.
“But let’s start with where we are now.” His left hand closes around the back of my neck and his right hand lands on my low back, pulling my hips against his.
We let out simultaneous, explicit moans when our shafts collide.
“As if we never hurt each other,” he continues.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admit, desperate for him to understand.
“Show me.”
I shut off the water and pull him out of the shower with me, throwing him a towel. “Do you want to be the bottom or the top tonight?”
I’m fully prepared for him to say the top. Being the top more closely mimics sex with a woman, but to my utter surprise he says, “The bottom.”
“Just to clarify, you realize that means I’m fucking you in the ass, right?”
He licks his lips and smiles. “I understand.”
Next order of business. “Any chance you packed lube? I wasn’t expecting to get laid on this tour so I don’t have any.”
He nods, his smile widening. “Jen told me to bring it.”
Jen. Where is she? The bathroom door is open, but the bedroom door is closed, even still, I don’t hear voices in the suite. We’ll find her when we’re done. I can get her off easily even if my dick will be floating limply on cloud nine.
We move to the bed and suddenly, I’m not shy, but I’m hesitant. This is Luke. “We’re about to cross a line we can’t come back from, Lucky.”
“I know. We should’ve crossed it years ago.”
My chest implodes and I tackle him onto the bed. My last coherent thought before I’m lost to the sensation of finally being with a man again after all these years is maybe Brett and Bri won’t be the only one breaking headboards after all.