Chapter 23
Our final LA stops came sooner than I was ready for.
Our extended, five-person honeymoon on that sweaty, magical bus was about to be interrupted by our normal lives.
We could stay on the bus or in a hotel, but everyone was planning to soak in the chance to be in their homes.
I missed my green velvet sofa and my long naps on it.
I hoped my plants were holding up okay.
Of course Tom had other plans.
He wanted me to just stay at his place the whole time.
I insisted I get dropped off at my apartment and spend at least one night there, but the closer we approached the city, the harder it felt to justify.
I mean, why torture myself with the not-quite-functional air conditioning and light smell of car exhaust from the highway when I could enjoy my boyfriend's acres and very functional air conditioning? Not to mention the perks.
Like Blossom and Buttercup.
And Tom's ability to make me come.
"Hey, let's just go to your place. No need to stop at mine,"
I murmured into Tom's ear, sprawled out next to him in the tiny bunk bed.
"You're sure?"
His eyes lit up, pleased.
"Absolutely."
I kissed him, starting something we couldn't finish since we were just minutes away.
Despite our undying horniness for each other, we pretty much just crashed as soon as we walked in the door. Surprise, surprise, touring is exhausting.
But even as I slept twelve hours straight, some part of my brain noticed how quiet it was with just Tom and me, the other three guys at their respective homes.
It was very peaceful.
I didn't like it.
No time to consider my discontent when we barely had time to ride the horses and shovel our first homemade meals in weeks into our faces before we were expected at Radia with the guys. Wood and Laura thought it would be good press to have the paparazzi catch us before the LA shows. Maintain the rockstar lifestyle brand.
Laura had picked my dress with my stylist, a flashy silver number that they wanted paired with leather heels and smudged eyeliner.
"God, you're beautiful,"
Tom kissed me as I walked out of the bedroom.
Tom's poor en suite bathroom looked like ten sorority girls had prepped for a spring break's worth of parties in there.
The car was at Tom's door promptly at eight.
The usual black SUV.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the rockstar treatment the boys got from the label—so extra, carting the guys around like helpless babies.
But despite my inner eye roll, it was awfully convenient on nights like this.
Tom grabbed my door for me, helping me climb into the tall car in my equally tall heels.
I recognized the driver—Billy, I thought? I'd have to ask Tom.
Regardless, the driver passed me the AUX cord, to my great pleasure, and I started bumping my pregame tunes as the car took me back to my guys.
I was excited to dance without being on a stage for once.
Just shake my ass and be silly with no prying video cameras anywhere.
The huge pro of Radia I was quickly coming to realize.
Tom and I laughed and jammed out the whole ride there.
Oh, how I loved this man.
The flashes of cameras alerted me we had arrived.
I knew they couldn't see in, but they started shuttering away nonetheless.
I doubted they even knew who was in the car, just going nuts with it anyway.
The three steps from the car to the club doors made my nerves spike, but we were inside before I could catch my brain up.
Normal security checks were quick, and the beat already had me ready to shake my ass and drink heavily.
I heard Hunter's laugh before I saw him.
I don't know how a laugh could sound English, but his did.
I saw his tuft of light blonde hair looking my way from the edge of the dance floor.
Mickey and Luke weren't far behind, the guys quickly enveloping me as if we had been apart for years rather than hours.
"Hi, love,"
Hunter murmured into my hair, lifting me off the ground in a bear hug almost viciously tight. Luke and Mickey were tugging me away from him for their own embraces, my giggles floating above the music pounding our ears.
I felt drunk on their touches and attention, music already injecting my veins with the need to dance.
"Let's dance!"
I yelled for all the guys to hear me.
"Drinks first,"
Luke instructed, winking down at me.
We made our way to the bar, our tallest king Luke leading the way through the thick crowds.
A shot of tequila was in my hand within seconds.
I met eyes with Tom, his light nod confirming I was good to go wild.
Two shots of tequila later, we hauled ass to the dance floor.
As unorthodox as the five of us were, it felt nothing but natural to have my four guys with me.
They already moved together like parts to a set; now I was the fifth in the set.
The hazy drunk thought had me smiling and wanting to kiss Mickey, whose arm I was clutching as we found a spot on the dance floor.
But no, so I turned to Tom and kissed him feverishly, crowds forgotten.
The lights sparkled in the darkness, nothing but shadows of bodies moving to the beat.
I could barely make out the guys' faces, but their presence was no less exhilarating.
The tequila shut my brain off, my hips just moving to the music.
Some songs sparked me to belt the lyrics with the guys, others I just moved, many I ground against Tom.
I could see glints of jealousy in the other guys' faces—Hunter the most aggressively so and Luke pretending to play it off.
Mickey just looked at me how he had through all of college, so I was familiar with his intense yearning attention.
They each snuck touches here and there—hands on my waist, arms, hips.
But Tom owned me in this environment.
We weren't stupid enough to not know there were watchful eyes on us.
Watchful eyes very capable of submitting blind items.
As much as I enjoyed their jealous attention and stares full of promises for later, I wished I could touch the guys too.
I wanted to dance with all of them.
The fun, the good music, the tequila—I didn't want to have to hold back.
I was suddenly struck by a crush of sad wanting for our bus.
Just the five of us at home together, no prying eyes or obligations.
No appearances or social conventions.
"I love you,"
Tom kissed my cheek, moving to my mouth through my giggles as we waited for our next round of shots.
"I love you more,"
I insisted, our lips crashing together in a heady haze. When we broke apart, I couldn't help but lean back against Luke, the crowd shoving his body flush against mine. My head rested on his hard shoulder, Tom's lips moving down my neck. Tom's arm around my waist pulling me flush against his chest ran counter to Luke's hands now holding my hips in place against his hips and obviously hard cock.
Still, I could feel Luke holding back. Mickey and Hunter were on either side of us, and no one was even looking at us, but still, Luke's movements were too measured. Teetering on a dangerous line.
I shoved and moved my hips back against him as best I could, his grip tightening into my soft hips.
"Aria,"
he rumbled lowly. Tom's eyes met Luke's over my shoulder. I couldn't help but moan between them, feeling both of their lengths pressing into me from the front and behind.
"Bathroom?"
Tom asked, low tone and pupils blown as he stared down at me. My nod was quick, grasping Luke's hands on my hips.
"We'll be back,"
Luke laughed to Mickey and Hunter. I could barely register the looks of hunger on Mickey and Hunter's faces, glinting between light jealousy and threats of what would happen after we left this club. I couldn't wait.
We slipped into the bustling women's bathroom. Not the only men I could see in here, but we still rushed down the aisle of stalls to the largest stall at the very end of the row.
"This has to be fast,"
Tom warned and urged, locking the stall door behind him. Luckily the stall doors were long and tall—no way to see there were three people in here unless you saw us walk in.
"God,"
I breathed as Luke made quick work of my panties, ripping the thin lace thong off me and immediately pressing two fingers to my clit, beginning to work me.
I felt some look being exchanged between the two men, a negotiation of what was about to occur.
Then they were working on their belts, keeping me facing Tom and pressed against Luke in the most heady, desperate way. Luke could barely get a hand between us to undo his pants, the other still between my legs scrambling all my thoughts.
"Fuck me,"
I pleaded softly. Tom pulled my attention to him with a fierce kiss, his tongue somehow matching Luke's finger movements.
"Suck my cock, love,"
Tom instructed, helping guide me to a ninety-degree bent-over angle, his cock desperate and waiting for me, already leaking his salty perfect flavor.
Thank God for all the sun salutations in my past.
I swallowed him down without question, hitting the back of my throat and working to loosen my gag reflex.
Suddenly Luke was there behind me, his massive length pressing into my entrance.
I loved that he was bare—not that I would expect anything else, but I was obsessed with the feeling of his hot skin directly on mine.
Once the head was in, both of his hands gripped my hips firmly, just like he had been dancing in the club earlier.
I was quickly impaled down his shaft, Tom thrusting into my mouth at the same time.
I couldn't help the pleading moan that escaped around Tom's thick cock.
I needed to come, I was so close already.
Luke's perfect fingers and cock had me right there, teetering on the edge of falling apart and we had barely begun.
Just a minute or two of Luke's thrusting and I was blowing apart, Tom spurting into my mouth with me.
Luke picked up his pace before I could come down, chasing his orgasm moments later.
The guys cleaned me up with ease and wide smiles, dress back in place before we walked out to rejoin Mick and Hunter.
Who were conspicuously walking out of the men's bathroom looking as though they had just done something similar.
But those heels had been ideal for those bathroom activities to be so nicely lined up with Luke and Tom.
I'd have to remember that.
All of us sated and lovey-dovey, we called the car to come get us.
"Let's just all go back to my place,"
Tom suggested.
"I missed you guys,"
I gushed, holding Mick's arm again.