Chapter 26
Chapter
Twenty-Six
Tobias
Opening night in Lansing was insane.
Some time between the start of the tour and now, it seemed that our band had become the act to see. Crowds lined the streets as our tour bus pulled into the lot, and the line for admission had been growing steadily since we started sound check in the early afternoon.
There were the usual signs in the crowd offering sexual favors, but also new ones sporting the rainbow flag and messages echoing the statement we’d issued after Otis apparently decided to announce he liked men. Love is love.
I couldn’t agree more.
I wondered what they all would think if they knew about our arrangement with Tatum. Polyamory wasn’t exactly common, but it worked for us. My only concern was the way she occasionally implied it was a temporary arrangement.
No fucking way.
I liked to believe Calix would help, but it was always difficult to trust him to do what was in his best interest. I’d just have to keep showing him how perfect she was for us all.
Performing in front of a crowd sober was one of the biggest adjustments I’d had to make. No barrier. No filter between me and hundreds of screaming audience members. My kit felt like home, the beats second nature to me, but the noise was overwhelming.
I swigged water between sets, stealing glances at the gap in the curtains in the wings where I knew Tatum was watching. Waiting for us to finish and come back to her.
A stagehand carried a stool out to center stage, and a wicked thought crossed my mind as Calix stepped into the spotlight with only his acoustic guitar in hand.
Slipping out from behind my darkened kit, I made my way backstage and around to where Tatum stood, quietly watching my twin hypnotize the crowd with his words.
I wrapped her in a hug from behind, absorbing her surprised flinch, waiting for her to realize it was me. She relaxed almost instantly, leaning into my hold as I maneuvered us so Calix would be able to see.
“What are you up to?” she murmured as I cupped her breast, slipping my other hand down the front of her pants.
“Sshh, just watch.”
I knew the moment Calix spotted us. The slight pause in his playing, undetectable to anyone who didn’t live and breathe these songs.
Pushing two fingers inside her, I sucked on her neck until I was sure I’d leave a bruise.
I enjoyed sharing her with the others, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t leave a mark to remind them she was mine.
She gasped as I ground my palm against her clit.
So sensitive. But those sounds were just for me.
Gripping her jaw, I turned her head toward me, swallowing her moans as she shook in my arms.
Calix had given up any pretense of not watching when I looked over again, and when he lifted his chin, I had to laugh.
I wasn’t the only one who was a little possessive.
While Tatum caught her breath, I strode across the stage and shoved my fingers in his mouth, letting him taste the sweetest damn thing in the world. The crowd lost their minds, screaming like they were next in line for Calix’s mouth.
Nice try, but there was only one person who had that honor, and she was currently squirming in the wings. The look on her face was that of a woman begging to be fucked.
Forget the audience on the other side of the curtain. The support staff who might see us backstage. She was ours to do with as we pleased.
And that was an invitation I’d take up any day of the week.