Keeley #2
My heart flip-flopped and my belly filled with butterflies. I giggled like a freaking schoolgirl, nervous excitement coursing through my veins. My face flushed until my cheeks were hot, and they hurt from smiling.
I was high, like I was walking on air and floating among the clouds. I was so freaking in love with them. Tonight was magical, incredible, and I never wanted it to end, but at the same time, I was dying to be alone with them.
Spencer held his hand out, and I knew it was for me—a silent invitation to get up on stage with him. He wouldn’t pressure me. He wouldn’t announce it and make me feel obliged. But God, did I want to go up there. The security guard unhooked the velvet rope from our section and waited.
“Go,” Carina encouraged.
I looked at her, pleading. But I had no idea what I was asking her for.
“You love him. You love them. It’s okay to be vulnerable again and let them in.”
I blew out a breath and nodded, then slipped Spencer’s jacket on. I don’t know why, but I needed it in that moment. I jogged up to the stairs, and Spencer met me there, taking my hand. He went to step forward, but I hesitated.
“Brayden?” I asked.
“You want him with us?”
I nodded and he smiled, his eyes lighting up.
He waved Brayden out, and wolf whistles broke out over the crowd’s cheers.
I flushed, my cheeks heating, but I didn’t falter.
I wanted it to be the three of us. This is what that looked like.
Spencer slipped his electric guitar over his shoulder, and Brayden wrapped me in his arms. The band start playing his breakout hit, “Midnight Hour.”
Billy said you’d cry ‘more’
Are you with him?
While we’re aching for you
In the darkness
In the shadows
Waiting
We’re alone, missing you
Yearning for you
In the midnight hour
We feel the touch of your skin
Your taste is on our tongues
Your love in our hearts
He’d changed the words—“I” to “we.” He’d made it my song. My tears flowed, and I clutched Brayden, holding myself back from reaching for Spencer.
He stepped closer, his words never faltering. The theatre around us disappeared. The crowd faded away, leaving the three of us in a bubble.
With the last haunting note, he leaned in and kissed me. I tangled my fingers in his messy, sweat soaked hair and tugged him closer, my tongue tangling with his until Brayden leaned in and cleared his throat. We broke apart, and I brushed a piece of Spencer’s hair from his forehead.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I love both of you.”
Spencer froze and his eyes widened. A slow grin lit up his face. “I love you, too, Keels.”
Bray spun me around, wrapped his arms around me, and lifted me off the stage like I weighed nothing. I cupped his face and laughed, my heart flip-flopping and joy lighting me up inside. I leaned down and kissed him, softly pressing our still-smiling lips together.
“Y’all’d better believe I love you, too, darlin’, and that little girl of yours. She’s our heart too.”
Tears sprang to my eyes. They’d made every one of my dreams come true tonight. They were my dream come true.
***
The afterparty was quickly over and done with after the concert.
At least it was for the three of us. As soon as Spencer got in that room where he was the center of attention, he clammed up and started scowling again.
Then he looked at me, and he struggled to stop his grin breaking free.
People took it as an invitation to talk to him—not what he wanted.
Brayden managed to take a bit of the heat off, subtly reminding people to ask about why he was wearing headphones and sunglasses. But no matter who any one of us were with, conversation quickly turned to what was said up on that stage, away from the microphone.
Cara, Carina, Kamirah, and Cleo covered for us while we made our exit through the kitchen.
The car service dropped us at the staff entry for the hotel, and we ducked inside, heading straight into the elevator.
We tumbled out when it hit the top level, and Spencer and I raced down the corridor ahead of Brayden, our footfalls sounding like a herd of elephants as we laughed and bumped into the walls, trying to get to the room first. Spencer was tipsy—he’d needed some liquid courage to get him through the afterparty—but I had no excuse.
I was just riding the high I’d been on all night.
“Y’all look damn good running away from me, but you’ll look better comin’ on me,” Brayden teased.
“You’ll look better on your knees for me,” Spencer quipped back.
“Maybe I’ll only get on my knees for Keeley.” He wiggled his brows and dropped the swipe card.
I grinned and gripped his shoulder, playfully pushing him down to his knees. “Oh yeah? For me?” I asked.
Brayden smirked, then wrapped his arms around my legs and stood in one smooth move. I was over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold in a split second.
“Brayden, oh my God!” I squealed as he carried me into the room.
He slapped my ass, and I could hear the laughter in his voice when he responded, “Always.”
He let me down at the foot of the bed, slowly sliding me along his body until we were toe to toe.
I grinned and pinched his chin. “That’s good because I got something you might enjoy being on your knees for.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, parroting my earlier question.
Spencer came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his smile against my cheek, and I sank back into his embrace, loving being in their arms. They surrounded me, making me feel petite and delicate, yet invincible too.
I felt brave, and I wanted to ride that high like a roller coaster.
“Think he’ll like it?” I asked Spencer. I’d bought our present at his suggestion.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I know I will. We should show him.”
“Strip,” I ordered Brayden. “Show me how much of a good boy you are for us.”
Brayden tugged his sweater off and untucked his undershirt before pulling that off too. “Y’all, we’re supposed to be celebratin’ Spencer.”
“Oh, Texas, we are, don’t worry,” Spencer groaned as all that smooth skin came into view.
Brayden kicked off his Vans and shucked his jeans, boxer briefs, and socks in one go, leaving him naked as the day he was born.
He was as pretty and perfect as Michaelangelo’s David, except for the semi he was sporting. I wanted to lick every carved and sculpted muscle from head to toe.
“Get on your knees, Bray,” Spencer ordered roughly. “Stretch that sexy hole for us.”
“For ‘us’?” he asked, unmoving.
I flushed, desire riding me hard. “For us,” I reiterated, Brayden’s eyes still locked on us.
Spencer tugged my shirt to the side and kissed a line from my bra strap to that sensitive spot under my ear that made me squirm. He slid his free hand up inside my shirt and cupped my breast. Brayden reached for his cock, stroking slowly as he watched the show.
He stepped back and sank onto the mattress, shifting up until he was supported by the countless pillows.
He spread his legs slowly and sucked on two fingers, wetting them, before bending at the knees and giving us a peek at his hole.
It was so tight and pink, but Brayden slid the first finger in easily.
My clit pulsed, my body a livewire as Spencer kissed and licked me, and I watched, unable to tear my gaze away from Brayden working his finger in and out.
He added a second one after only a few pumps, and his eyes rolled back, a bead of precum dripping from his slit down his cock.
“Y’all’re killin’ me,” he rasped. He closed his fingers around his cock and stroked slowly, more precum beading at the tip.
I wanted to lick him.
I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor, revealing my lacy black bra. Brayden moaned, and Spencer looked over my shoulder, then slid his hands up to my breasts, kneading them. I popped the button on my jeans, lowered the zipper, and shimmied them down my legs. But my boots were in the way.
I huffed a helpless laugh, and Spencer grinned against my neck. “Little stuck, Keels?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He spun me around and playfully shoved me onto the bed. I squealed happily and flopped down, my hair haloing around me and the mattress dipping under my weight. He unzipped my boots and slipped them off, tossing them behind him with a cheeky grin. He whipped my jeans off, too, and I giggled.
“I love this, you know? My two favorite people naked and ready to fuck. It’s my lucky night,” Spencer growled.
I shivered, loving the roughness to his voice.
“It’ll be luckier if you get my gift for Brayden out of my bag,” I taunted. “And the lube.”
I turned to Brayden and crawled up the bed, kissing his shin, his knee, and his thigh as I went.
I nuzzled his balls and licked a line over his sac before continuing up the underside of his cock and over his fingers to the tip.
He held it steady, letting me lick him like a lollipop, then suck his head into my mouth.
He moaned, and a burst of precum hit my tongue.
“Need you on your belly, sexy.” I ran my fingertips up the inside of his leg and circled his hole, where he was scissoring his fingers, stretching himself.
His free hand landed on my head, and he gently pushed me down and out of the way, then he flipped over, baring that beautiful hockey butt to me.
His hole was pink and swollen, stretched and staying open just a touch.
Spencer leaned in and bit him, scraping his teeth gently over one of those perfect globes while Brayden braced his weight on one arm.
Spencer drizzled the lube over Brayden’s rim and fingers, and Brayden slid them back inside, adding a third.
He grunted, and his cock flexed, a whole-body shudder passing through him.
Spencer unsnapped my bra, and I pushed down my underwear, shimmying out of both.
“Bend over, Keels,” he growled. I draped myself over Brayden, pressing every inch of my body to his. He trembled, and I bit back a moan. Watching him stretch himself had me so worked up that I was already on edge.