Chapter 20
Right after the Philly show, I made a major misstep.
"Hi, sorry to just break in, I need Aria's—"
I froze, currently scrambling off Luke's very nude lap, all the other guys around me in various states of undress.
We should have waited to get started until the bus had officially left. Damn it.
The expression on Katie's face was so many different things at once, every possible emotion flashing as I scrambled to wrap a blanket around my nude body. Luke covered his dick with a throw pillow, a sight that would have me rolling with laughter later—the very tall man with the very small pillow.
I saw her eyes flit around the room multiple times, the door luckily long closed behind her. I felt confident no one else had seen in.
Thank God, Katie was enough to deal with.
"Oh my god,"
Katie whispered as everyone at least had the basics covered. She looked like she was buffering, totally dumbfounded by what she had just seen.
Tom, my savior, jumped into action.
"Guys,"
he said quietly, nodding for the guys to follow him to the back bedroom. They grabbed their clothing as they all shuffled back like misbehaved teens who got caught, while I stood still covered in a throw blanket.
Once the guys were gone, Katie seemed to stop buffering, her mouth finally catching up to her brain.
"Aria,"
she whisper-hissed at me, both authoritative concern and absolutely humorous pride in her tone, battling for dominance in her response.
"Put on clothes, then we can talk."
She stepped fully into the bus to lean against the kitchen counter, eyeing the seating with new suspicion. Justified suspicion.
I threw on the nearest t-shirt and pair of boxers. Why oh why did this have to be how Katie found out? Why did Katie have to find out? I cursed any gods around for their terrible timing and sense of humor, while trying not to laugh myself.
Turning back to Katie, she had on her boss face, so I knew I was in for a talking-to.
"Talk me through this one, Aria,"
her skeptical tone making my throat feel tight.
"Well—"
I couldn't get further than that before Tom was emerging from the bedroom fully clothed.
"Hi Katie,"
he smiled genuinely, a little sheepishly, at her as he sat down next to me, pulling me into his side.
The physical contact felt good, like he was tethering me to the earth, literally grounding me.
"Hi Tom,"
she said, her tone skeptical and annoyed but affectionate. Like a teacher and a mischievous but lovable child. She was only a few years older than Tom but gave the air of someone double our age sometimes.
"This is my fault, Katie. I should have made us wait until the bus had left."
"Well, based on what I saw, you weren't that involved yet,"
Katie said with an annoyed tone but humorous affection in her eyes.
"Fair enough,"
Tom chuckled, allowing me to take a breath and let some tension out of the room.
"So I take it this is a thing that y'all do."
It wasn't a question so much as an astute observation, but I nodded nonetheless.
"Does Wood know?"
"No,"
Tom's tone was flat.
Katie just nodded, clearly trying to plot out what to say or do.
"So you don't want anyone to know, I assume?"
Katie made clear eye contact with me.
"God no,"
I shook my head.
"This is just a summer thing, a tour thing."
Katie nodded, fully in serious business mode again.
"Well, I guess then you already know everything I am going to say."
I nodded in agreement. I knew what she was about to say. She said it anyway.
"Be careful, don't let anyone see, don't tell anyone—you know the deal. Does anyone else know? Lacy?"
"No, you're the only one besides the five of us,"
Tom affirmed for me.
"Okay."
Katie took a ragged breath, deep sigh showing her mask crack.
Some humor laced back into her expression and eyes, the need to laugh clearly starting to bubble up as the tension fully dispersed.
"You can laugh, it's funny,"
I gave her permission as my smile cracked, her giggle erupting. Tom's chest heaved with deep chuckles, our laughs growing and growing.
Part of me felt so much better now that someone else knew. I hadn't realized how much I needed someone else to know.
"Okay, well, Aria, I need your signatures real fast, then I will leave y'all to it,"
Katie said, tears in her eyes from the laughter as we all slowly calmed.
She handed me a pen and pad of papers as I started quickly signing. The other guys emerged from the bedroom, sheepish looks on their faces making Katie and me burst out laughing again.
Luke grinned widely, cocky expression light and clearly already finding the humor as he said to Katie, "Sorry you saw my dick,"
which only spurred Katie and me to laugh more and more.
"Okay, well, bye y'all,"
Katie grabbed my papers and giggled her way off the bus, a sing-song quality to her step as her mind was clearly still reeling.
"Are you in trouble?"
Mickey looked my way, firm concern still on his face.
"No,"
I smiled wide at his care.
"Just slightly embarrassed."
"I'm offended,"
Luke said, clearly not offended.
I threw the pillow he had been using to cover his dick at him, both of us smiling wide.
The bus finally took off, rumbling engine providing a soothing buzz over the whole situation.
"I need a joint,"
Hunter finally piped up, heading to find an ashtray and lighter.
My phone buzzed with a text from Katie:
*GIRL
i ... dont even know where to start
hahahaha*
*very fair*
*I mean
good for you*
I burst out laughing, Tom chuckling as he read over my shoulder.
Luke came over to plop down on my other side, starting to kiss my neck seductively. I knew where his head was at as I giggled from the contact, my body processing the highs and lows of the past five minutes.
But my pussy was on the same page as Luke, longing for him to be back inside me.
"Luke,"
Mickey chided at his advances, his head clearly still in business mode.
"Oh relax,"
Luke turned to him, his massive hand running up my upper thigh.
"We're fine, but my dick is not."
Luke always had me rolling with laughter. I don't know how he was always so perfectly toned and quick-witted for the moment. From anyone else, his comments might sound aggressive or droll, but not Luke. He was like a perfectly mischievous fairy, Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream.
I laughed loudly as I was hauled into Luke's lap, his dick indeed hard against me. My relaxation took all the tension out of everyone besides Mickey, who still seemed concerned. But his broody boy toy Hunter was even coming back around for some fun, I was sure that would distract him plenty.
The bus was starting to smell like home—a blend of light exhaust, pizza, weed, and sweat that had become oddly comforting. I couldn't resist a weed-induced nap in my bunk before we'd even left the New England suburb.
Tom eventually woke me up for food. We'd stopped for Thai.
"How did you know to get me beef instead of chicken?"
I asked, certain I'd never mentioned my preference to Tom.
"Mickey knew your order,"
Tom said, without a trace of anything unusual in his tone.
This whole situation was so weird. How did Mickey still remember my Thai food preferences after all these years? The casual intimacy of it made my chest flutter in ways I wasn't ready to examine.
"Oh,"
I said awkwardly. "Great."
"Come eat, hottie."
Hunter's intonation always struck me like the cool slither of a snake.
"I'm talking to my boyfriend here,"
I replied, half-joking, half-surly.
That dangerous grin flashed across Hunter's face—just barely enough warning for me to squeal as he lunged across the narrow walkway to snatch me out of the top bunk. The confined space meant there was nowhere to escape, not that I wanted to. But he didn't let me slide down his body as I thought he would. Instead, he somehow got my legs wrapped around his shoulders and held my hips up to connect his mouth with my pussy through the cotton boxers I was wearing.
My squeal quickly turned to a moan. The guys' chests heaved with laughter at their friend's antics. Lord knew tour could be so much fun.
My fingers gripped at his blonde head poking out from between my legs, my back pressed against the thin wall of the bunk. I couldn't help the giggle that burst from my mouth as he attacked my pussy mercilessly. He pulled my clit between his teeth and sucked, with my cotton boxers still acting as a barrier between us. The zing of his teeth and his perfectly working tongue had me ready to explode way too fast.
"Hunter,"
I moaned, my hips starting to rock against his face, so desperate for him to make me fall apart. How he was managing this while supporting my weight on his shoulders was beyond me, but I was far too close to an orgasm to think about it.
I felt the guys' eyes on me, no longer laughing as I came. I felt a light gush from my pussy, soaking the boxers that were already wet from Hunter's mouth.
He worked me through the orgasm perfectly, not letting up until my dripping, shaking mess of a self was practically collapsing against the wall. Only then did he raise his face from my pussy and wink at me, hands still gripping my thighs in the hottest possible way, fingers indented into the soft flesh. That smirk was still etched on his far-too-angular and pretty face.
I couldn't really come back to my senses before Luke was putting his hands on me. His height gave him ease in pulling my body away from Hunter's shoulders and down his torso until I landed with my legs wrapped around his waist.
Hunter wasn't done with me, though. He kept at least one hand on me even as Luke stole me away, his fingers imprinting themselves into the flesh of my hips in a way that felt permanent. Good God, what had I gotten myself into? This wasn't just sex anymore—this felt like claiming, like territory being marked in the most primal way.
My orgasm-hazy thoughts were no match for the impossibly erotic sound of Hunter tearing the cotton boxers away from my hips, accomplishing it with ease and without hurting me one bit.
The energy was thick with intention. All five of us were crowded in the cramped space between the bunk beds, the low ceiling making everything feel more intimate, more inescapable.
Hunter quickly snatched me back from Luke, laying me down in his bottom bunk. The narrow mattress barely fit both of us, forcing our bodies together in the most delicious way.
"I'm going to fuck you,"
he breathed, his voice thick with need and the hot bus air.
"Please,"
I was reduced to begging.
He thrust into me quickly. I was dripping and ready for him. Desperate.
Hunter had his own distinct flavor, so different from the other guys. He moved less affectionately than Tom, with less unrestrained passion than Mickey. But that made every movement a hundred times more potent, more unbearably intense. There was potential in each glance, like the slithering of a snake before it strikes its prey.
As his cock entered me, I was relieved the snake had finally pounced. All those weeks of tension and careful distance had been leading to this moment.
"Look at me,"
he commanded, his usually cool tone now rusty with need.
I opened my eyes to find his piercing blue gaze almost overshadowed by his dilated pupils.
I was hooked.
He sank home, holding my gaze.
Some part of me almost wanted to cry. I somehow needed this so much. The last piece of my puzzle.
"God damn,"
he breathed, the heat sending shivers down my spine. He held still, torturing us both.
"H,"
the nickname came to me spontaneously, ripping a growl from deep in his chest.
With that, he began moving, never letting my gaze break from his. One hand wrapped under my waist to pull my body completely flush against his thrusting form.
We didn't last long like that, my orgasm coming like a blaze in the dark.
He couldn't help but follow me over the edge. Every cell of him felt hot, sizzling as if he had invaded my very essence. It felt like he had.
He dropped his head into my shoulder, collapsing on top of me, attempting to catch his breath after that spiritual experience.
Part of my mind was aware that the guys, including Tom, had left their spots around the bunk where they'd been watching us and were now eating in the kitchen. The sound of quiet conversation and clinking plates drifted through the thin walls. Everyone seemed to have an intuitive way of knowing when anyone else needed privacy—the benefits of very long relationships aboard this bus.
Hunter eventually rose enough to smile down at me softly.
Wow. A smile from the broody Brit, let alone one that seemed so gently warm, affectionate in a way I'd never seen from the notoriously severe rocker. It transformed his entire face, making him look younger, more vulnerable.
"You're mine now too,"
Hunter said emphatically, his cock twitching alive inside me again before he connected our mouths.
He started lightly thrusting again, waiting for me to stop him. When I didn't, he used his come leaking around us to really fuck me this time. His thrusts took on a wild flavor; vicious, punishing.
My moans rose and rose until a quick flick to my clit pushed me over the edge.
"Eyes on me,"
he commanded, his hand whipping to my cheeks to keep my head facing his penetrating gaze.
I came just like that, forced to maintain eye contact with the tattooed British rockstar.
This time, we didn't linger after. A fierce kiss, a pair of his boxers, and an insistence that I keep my tits out during dinner, and we were back in the main cabin, Tom's smile waiting for me.
I couldn't explain how he didn't experience jealousy, especially with the obvious erection tenting his boxers, but somehow the saint of a man seemed thrilled that I was getting a confusing blend of physically and emotionally entwined with his three best friends.