We are happy up here in our bubble.
And yes, we’ve even had the talk. The big, awkward, “I live in the city, I have zero plans of giving up my shop, and how the hell do I fit into your chaotic band life?” talk. We needed to be on the same page about what we wanted from each other and how life would actually look now that we’re together.
It took some convincing. Axl tried his famous puppy-dog eyes, and Phoenix threw in a mantrum. Zane, on the other hand, just stared like I’d asked him to burn his drums, or some shit. But eventually, they got it. They know how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am. They even offered to help me out financially, but I haven’t had anyone hand me my success, and I’m not about to change that now. Besides, I don’t need it. Lady Death just celebrated her second birthday, and it fills me with pride knowing I made it this far. The days when I feel like I am failing are fewer and farther between now, and I owe it to myself to keep going.
As much as they wanted me to be with them twenty-four-seven, I wasn’t going to leave my life behind to become their groupie. Besides, their manager, Travis, would grind my gears because he seems like a hard ass. And, in the spirit of pissing my parents off tono end, we even discussed how we’re going to tell them. Tell Jovi. God, I feel sick just thinking about it. We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I'm certainly not in any rush.
Jovi’s reaction is what I'm most worried about. While she may not have told me about the guys being the masked men behind Stone Cold, I don't think it's fair to keep things from her. Axl told me it's because they made her sign an NDA, and they told me that she begged them to let her tell me almost every time I was brought up in conversation. What she didn't tell them, though, was that I was literally a hardcore fan of theirs, and also, there were no“backstage passes”.She had planned the whole thing to ambush them, hoping that they would eventually cave and reveal their identities. She is proud of her brothers and wanted so desperately to share it with her best friend.
I feel a little guilty for reacting the way that I did, but I don't process things as quickly as some people. When I'm overwhelmed, I need space to think. To drown out the noise and work things out one step at a time, and when we finally see her once the roads are cleared, it's her I want to talk to first. I know she accepts the guys being together the way that they are, sharing a boyfriend and all that, but I'm not sure how she'll take them sharing her best friend, too.
I am not leaving them regardless of whether anyone accepts us being together or not, but I would hate for there to be a rift between us. Especiallyconsidering how close she is to her brothers.Speaking of.
“Will you stop using my fucking cords? The joints are all fraying because you just yank them out and stand all over them. How the fuck are you famous?” Axl snaps at Phoenix, who doesn’t look the least bit bothered. I’ve tuned into their bickering at the wrong time, by the sound of it.
“I didn’t do fucking anything, asshole. My shit is wireless. Why the fuck would I need to use your cords? There’s plenty with the rest of our gear back at Carol’s. Will you just calm down?” Phoenix fires back, right before we’re all deafened by the world's worst feedback. I can practically feel my eardrums bleed.
“A little louder, please. I couldn't hear it,” Phoenix says loudly, his deep tone laced with sarcasm.
“Nix, I will fucking hit you,” Axl snaps, and I rise from the couch, leaving them to sort out their own crap. I quietly leave the room, making my way upstairs to our bedroom where Zane is sleeping. It's a miracle he didn't wake up with all the commotion downstairs.
The door creaks as I peek inside, noticing that Zane is sprawled out across the bed like a damn god, his body half buried in the blankets. His tattoos catch the soft, morning hue and I can't help but smile.
Phoenix and Axl weren’t exaggerating.
Zane really could sleep through a hurricane, though he sure does come alive when the sun goes down. I tiptoe closer, careful not to wake him, and gently pullback the covers. He’s so fucking beautiful. His perfect ink stretches over his strong, defined body, and I bite back a whimper as the memory of Christmas Eve and every day since floods my mind.
I was shocked at how much stamina the three of them had. Apparently, they don't have refractory periods. They can go again, and again, but, hey, I'm not complaining.
“You taste so fucking good dripping with our cum,” Zane murmured, cheeks still flushed from the shock of making me squirt with nothing more than candy cane and his finger. His mouth was pressed against my clit, licking and sucking, while I sucked both Axl and Phoenix’s cocks. The way they looked at me, as if I were a grand prize or something, will forever be engraved into my mind, and when they came, they came hard. Hot spurts of cum coated my chest and tits, marking me, claiming every part of my body however they could, feasting on me like I was a delicacy. They make me feel so desired with top-tier aftercare.
“You look so beautiful covered in us, Shi,” Phoenix said, swirling his tongue around my nipple and rubbing my clit with his fingers while Zane fucked me with his tongue. Axl dragged his lips along the skin of my chest, licking and tasting their combined release, and God, it was everything.
He looked up at me, practically drunk on cum, before finally crashing into me, our mouths meeting in a feverish kiss that carried traces of him and his brother.
When Zane actually let Phoenix top him, Axl and I sat back utterly transfixed. It seems our dominant daddy had never bottomed before, despite the guys begging for him to let them fuck him for years, and Phoenix has made me breakfast every day since as a thank you. He's convinced it was my doing. They both think that I am the reason he has softened, and I guess I can see that. As cool and controlled as he is, Zane likes order. I, on the other hand, fight with my calendar daily, so I think we balance each other out.
“How does Daddy like a big cock in his tight ass?” Phoenix teased, thrusting into Zane with unrestrained abandon, and the pure state of euphoria that Zane was caught up in was so fucking hot! “Your words, Zane.”
“Y-yes, I like it,” Zane choked out, and Axl couldn’t help himself. He had a raging hard-on, and he said that Zane had a perfectly capable, perfectly fuckable mouth. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, but I had always known deep down that I wanted a love like this.
A love that had no borders, filled with trust and passion. A love that knew no bounds. And I don’t ever want what we have to end. Who we are, and what we’re building together, even if it has only been a short time, will always be rare and special to me. And how we are, how we've slipped into this comfortable groove, is what makes it beautiful. It's effortless. We accept each other. We always have, and we have a lot of time tomake up for. Screw this town, or anyone else who thinks we're unconventional.
We don’t need them when we have us.
My eyes drift to the Santa outfit laid out on the nightstand, the one Zane wore the other night… which was hot as fuck, by the way. My pussy clenches just thinking about it. The way he made me work for each of their touches. The things we did to get me off the naughty list, ugh… I won’t ever get enough.
My gaze catches on the small golden bells dangling from the tip of each drawstring, and a wicked little idea starts to form in my head.
Payback.
After a week of Zane toying with me, coaxing me close to the edge, then leaving me there instead of letting me come, then acting like being edged was a gift and not complete fucking torture, I think it’s only fair that he gets a dose of what he’s been dishing out. And this is all I have to work with on such short notice.
I crouch beside the bed, shifting out of view in case he wakes up, and I couldn't stop grinning if I tried. Axl and Phoenix will see the funny side of this. Zane, on the other hand… who knows. He is just so calm and serious all the time, and it wouldn’t kill him to loosen up a little. What better way to wake up on New Year's Day?
“Oh, my fucking God!”The words tear out of me before I can stop them. I’m frozen in place at the kitchen window, hand braced on the sink, staring out at the large fucking crowd of townspeople gathered in the snow, all pointing up into the cabin as if it’s some sort of spectacle. A sea of puffer jackets, beanies and horrified expressions all point to me.
“Axl, Phoenix…Baby!?” I yell, and within seconds, they come running into the kitchen, their expressions a mix of confusion and dread, checking me over to see if I’m hurt.
