Maybe I could play something I liked, just for myself, to try the acoustics in this place. The ceiling was high.
Heart pounding, I sat on the sofa and opened the case.
Okay. Here we go.
I hadn’t held one in more than two weeks. That must have been the longest I’d gone without playing since I’d been a little kid.
I plucked on the strings, and the sound resonated in the vast space.
An old thing from my first studio album came to my mind, but I didn’t feel like playing the whole song.
I just stroked the strings, changing between two chords, and an image popped into my head.
Jordy and Monty, naked, standing before the bed, kissing.
They were larger than life, looming above me, two mountains of muscle with round shoulders and powerful thighs, their rigid cocks pressed together. Huge all over. A promise of great pleasure, spiced with danger.
They had been magnificent.
I wondered what kind of music Jordy would enjoy. I imagined something blue and edgy. But Monty was all about brighter tones and simple harmonies.
It started dark and deep, rumbling, with a bit of a disharmonious edge, but then it turned melodic, even happy, and I grinned as I tapped my fingers on the wood between strokes. It sounded a little messy.
Their kiss turned serious, passionate… I brushed over the strings and leaned into it, giving the sound more power.
Yeah, it was messy, but magnificent.
Smiling to myself, I replayed the melody, then returned to the intro. The chorus would be straightforward, only a little bit melancholy. The wordmagnificentmatched the notes perfectly.
I hummed, then sang it quietly. The sound of my voice and the tones from the guitar rose around me, then fell back…and seemed to hug me. I sang the words again.
“Maybe it’s messy, but that must be my fault. Because what you’ve given me is magnificent.”
I changed the verse in my head and tried once more.
“It could get messy, but that would be my fault. Because you’ve been nothing but magnificent. You told me to find joy…”That wasn’t right.“You sent me to find joy, and I searched like a fool. You could have told me I’d find it right here. With him and you…. Between him and you… I searched like a fool, only to find him and you…”
Shaking my head, I struck the strings again. This wasn’t a love song. It was a sex song. A song about pleasure and the delicious taste of forbidden fruit.
“His warmth deep inside me, your warmth all around me, our skin’s slippery, and this joy should be forbidden. But it’s not. It’s magnificent…”
I sang and hummed, looking for extra syllables and shuffling words around.
God, was I really writing a song about Monty and Jordy fucking me?
But I was smiling, feeling giddy. For the first time in ages, I was happy playing and listening to myself, so yeah. Whatever. I’d write a song about my unforgettable threesome.
Find joy.
My career was about joy.
The joy one could find in music—writing it, playing it, and taking it in, dancing and jumping up and down in a crowd of strangers, suddenly feeling connected. Even the saddest songs brought colors to life. Joy.
I thought of the joy I felt sandwiched between my two bears. The lyrics seemed to write themselves, about desire and arousal, about longing to come back for more, but knowing I shouldn’t, and about a temptation bigger than me, larger than life.
The melody broke and scattered. The messy part—that was me, my doubts, fears, and the disappointment I’d inevitably bring them. But even without me, my alphas kept kissing, beautiful and passionate.
“Magnificent…”
