I smiled brightly because this was great. “You don’t listen to metal?” It meant he actually liked me, and not my status. At least on the surface, but I’d take it.
“I listen to classic rock.” He held his hands up in surrender. “I like the eighties, one-hit wonders. I admit it.”
Donny practically spat his coffee, laughing. “No way…”
Saxon scowled. “Sorry?”
“How about you come to Rocktoberfest and watch me play?”
“Yes!” Donny tossed his empty cup in the nearest bin. “That would be awesome. Please, Daddy?”
While Saxon looked a little unsure, he also nodded. “I have a feeling I’m going to have a hard time saying no to the two of you.”
We were going to be a handful for him, but having a daddy to share, who was also wrapped around our fingers, well, that was sublime.
We walked back toward the entrance since our breakfast was finished. Donny leaned into Saxon’s side and put his arm around his waist. “Maybe you can come back to my place? I’m not far from here.”
“Slow down, Donny. I mean, I know what happened last night, but I don’t normally fool around so fast. I usually like to spend more time with people first.”
“Why did you?” I asked.
“Well, you two are irresistible, but it was also the environment.” Saxon huffed, “I didn’t initially want to go to the party. My friend, Colten, invited me. So…well…you were warm and inviting and didn’t seem to have a lot of expectations. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take it slower now. Right?”
“I agree.” That made me feel a lot more comfortable.
Donny pouted and kicked his foot across the ground. “I get it. I just like you a lot.”
“I like you, too. Let’s keep talking. I’ll call you later.” He pulled Donny into a hug and kissed him. Then I hugged him too and turned my face up for a kiss, and he didn’t disappoint me at all.
Chapter ten
Donavan
The bus ride to the festival was always an exercise in patience and planning, mixed with excitement. I sat at the table in the center of the bus, reviewing paperwork. This year was going to be different in a few ways.
Starting with our buses for the tour. We’d been spoiled on the last leg with Blacksmith Sugar, but we didn’t have a private busthis time. We had to share with Joe. A lot of that was because I wouldn’t be there for every show. I couldn’t. I had a business to run. Harrison had made me half-owner of the LA office, and I had to keep it going and maintain the success he’d built, proving to myself, as well as him, that I was capable.
We had two other buses with us, but they were split up, with Dave and Randy on one and Matty sharing with Pierce on the other. Matty was the most laid-back of all of them. Quiet and unassuming, he was possibly the best equipped to deal with Pierce’s giant ego. Putting Joe and Kay together might give them time to work out a few songs before the end of the tour, making it a good choice. But sharing with Joe when I was there was maybe not great. And what if Daddy joined us? Working that out might be challenging, but one step at a time.
First, I needed to figure out where Bramble Punk was playing. It wasn’t the main stage, but it was better than last year, and at a better time. They were on Friday night before Grindstone took the main stage, so all eyes and ears will be on them. It was a killer lineup on the main for Friday. Not only Grindstone, but ETF and Warrior Black would both be on as well. That hopefully gave Bramble Punk some extra attention.
There weren’t anyopening bandsat Rocktoberfest. They all had individual slots, but it was almost as if the bands on the smaller stages were opening for the main stage, as their times were staggered. The Mastersons, who were organizing this, really knew what the fuck they were doing.
I showed Joe and Kay the information. Joe knocked on the table. “Well, alright. That kicks ass.”
“Just like we’re going to do.” Kay held his hand up and Joe smacked it. “Fuck yeah.”
Joe walked back to the bunks, leaving Kay looking at me with his sweet, brown eyes. “What’s up?”
He leaned forward and whispered. “Have you heard from Saxon? Is he coming?”
“Said he is. He’s off Thursday through Sunday. He has to go back to work on Monday.”
Kay looked worried. “I hope he comes.”
From the back of the bus, Joe yelled, “Who is Saxon?”
“None of your business.” Kay scowled, looking like he was ready to take Joe’s head off.
