“Wait. Does that mean you are reforming Banshee?”
“Hell, no,” said Rory.
“That doesn’t let out a reunion concert, or two,” said Jersey.
“We’re making three times as much money,” said Cole, “so why should we stop that?”
“Besides,” said Tobias, “if they went back to one band, we’d have to buy a much smaller house. I don’t think that will work going forward.”
“Going forward?” I said. This was getting to be too much. What on earth could they mean?
“I think we should move on to the practical demonstration of this presentation,” said Tobias. “We are getting bogged down in details better left for later.”
“I like your thinking, lawyer man,” said Cole.
“You get no arguments from me,” said Jersey.
Rory’s dick grew harder under my cheeks, and he moved his hips slightly.
“You feel good, hon,” he said in a low whisper. “Do you know what I want to do to you?”
I lay my head back on his shoulder. “What?”
He whispered his dirty suggestion in my ear.
“I might be up for that,” I said. I’m beginning to have some very racy thoughts. “But you know condoms and hot tubs, are not exactly a recipe for safety.”
“Not a problem,” he said. He gathered me into his arms and stood.
“Let’s take this party into the house, guys.”
Rory proved once again how strong he was as he bounced up the hot tub steps to the deck and the stair toward the house. The colder air hit my skin and my tits jiggled with his running steps.
“Hey,” called out Cole. “Wait for us.”
“As if,” called Rory over his shoulder.
But fumbling for the handle on the sliding glass door slowed him down enough that Cole, Jersey, and Tobias caught up with us. I may have nibbled on Rory’s ear, and that might have distracted him. But over his shoulder I caught the sight of the three naked men, gleaming with running beads of water in the light of the security light from overhead and it took my breath away.
I wasn’t going to do this, was I?
Rory finally pulled open the door and with a jolt ran through the house. I squealed at the sudden movement, and as we entered a doorway, he flew forward, and we tumbled onto a mattress. Cole flew on abashedly to my other side, and then Tobias and Jersey joined us, though more cautiously.
Rory rooted through a drawer in his nightstand and tossed foil packets toward the guys. Then he took out a bottle of lube.
A rather large bottle of it.
I gulped.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s for massage.”
“Massage,” I said not believing him.
“On your stomach,” he said.
“What are you doing, Holmes?” said Tobias.
“You take her neck, shoulders, and upper back, and Jersey, her right leg and Cole, our love’s left leg.”
