I put my hand over his. “Relax. He’s only curious.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you when it’s serious. Okay?”
“Whatever, dude.”
“Kay, Joe is your friend. And actually, these guys are like family. Don’t be so closed off. It’ll be fine.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. It could blow up everything, Donny,” Kay hissed.
Joe came back and sat on the bench beside Kay and tossed an arm over his shoulders. “Don is right, man. Nothing you do that’s true to you will ruin anything. Threesomes are not unheard of.”
“What if it’s more than that?” Kay stared at his fingers, playing with the edge of the table.
“Whatever your dynamic is…whatever floats your boat. Who the fuck am I to judge?”
I nudged Kay with my leg. Starting with Joe was easier than with any of the other band members since they already had a rapport. Thankfully, Kay took a deep breath. “Saxon is maybe going to be our daddy. You okay with that?”
“Sure. Always thought the two of you were trouble. You need a caretaker.” He laughed, patted Kay’s shoulder, and sauntered back to his bunk.
“See?” I grabbed his hand.
He laced his fingers in mine. “Thank you, Donny. For like everything.”
I kissed him softly. “You’re more than welcome, sweetness.”
Per the usual at this festival, Thursday was spent fucking around and meeting up with people from other bands that we hadn’t seen in a while. As long as we stayed within the designated band areas, we didn’t need to have security tailing us. But if we went to the other side to watch the bands, Alden was available to keep an eye on us. It was still weird having security, but they did a great job as our shadows, and I hoped like hell we never needed them.
The guys from Blacksmith Sugar were there, along with a few other groups we knew. Wolf’s cousin, Harper, was with us and ran off with Blacksmith Sugar. Their bassist was a cool chick, and they were apparently dating, though they hadn’t made it an official thing. They were cute together, though.
We also went out to watch some bands play. We’d already missed Razor Made but wanted to be sure to catch some of the others. I wasn’t surprised to find Jinx and Miami checking out a couple of them as well. They’d been talking about taking on more bands by the end of the tour. They didn’t think small.
At the end of the evening, we all sat around in lawn chairs between two of the buses. Well, all of Bramble Punk minus Pierce. If anyone thought anything of it, they didn’t say. They passed a bottle of Jack around, and I took a swig, but Kay didn’t. He drank a soda. But everyone in the band knew he was on medication and had been very supportive of it. If that’s what it took to get him through the tour, of course, they supported it.
I totally understood how Kay felt about being the frontman. He was still one of the most amazing people I’d ever known, and honestly, his playing had improved tenfold since that stresshad been lifted from him. For now, everyone was cutting up and clowning around, talking shit. But they weren’t drinking too much, only enough to kill the jitters they all had about playing the better stage the following day, and everyone retired pretty early.
As I was getting on the bus, a text came in. “Oh, Kay, it’s from Daddy Saxon.” I showed him the text, even though it was in our group chat.
“Cool. Can’t wait.”
We went into the back of the bus and crawled up on the big bed. “Kay? What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you’d be more excited to see him.” I hoped he was still interested in sharing a daddy.
“Dunno. I guess I’m skeptical about how this is going to work. And if it doesn’t, I’m probably going to be the one left out.”
“What? Why?”
As soon as Kay started talking, though, I got it. “You live in LA. You are home or can be home most of the time. I live across theentire fucking country, but that’s only when I’m home, which is less than when I’m on the road.”
I frowned. He wasn’t wrong. I saw the logic. But. “Things don’t always work in a way that makes sense. I don’t work without you. I’ve thought about it, even before we met Saxon. Finding him was lucky, but whoever ends up with us as a daddy is going to have to end up with both of us. We’re a package deal. Got it?”
“It doesn’t have to be that way. I understand. I’m not—”
“Exactly, Kay. You’re not letting yourself get excited. You’re not investing in it because you’re protecting yourself. And I get it. I do. But no matter what happens with Saxon, I’m still going to be here. With you. I love you.”
“I love you too. I’m not making any decision about it. We’ll see. Open mind.” He tapped his temple. “Now get under this blanket.”
