I watch in awe as he opens his mouth, groaning out a “Fuck, yes,” and he shoots a ribbon of cum over his taut abdomen. It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
And I’ve never felt more blissed out and happy as I do in this moment.
8
We spend the rest of the day either wrapped up in each other’s arms in bed or snuggled in some variation on the couches or loveseats on our way to the next stop on the tour. Never in my wildest dreams would I have envisioned this happening when I took the job as Rye’s personal assistant.
Sometime after dinner, I pull out my guitar, tune it up, and Rye and I strum some country tunes, harmonizing the songs together beautifully. Handing me a beer, Court sits down on the seat across the aisle from me, leans forward with his elbows on his knees and asks me a question I never would have expected to hear.
“Shae, you are an unbelievably talented singer. What would you think about me managing your career?”
My jaw drops open, as my wide-eyed gaze fly from Court over to Rye, whose smile quirks up at the corner of his mouth, before I return my gaze to Court.
Stammering, I shake my head. “I-I don’t know what to say?”
I set the guitar to the side and Court extends his hand forward, placing it on my bare knee. Even though his hands have been everywhere on my body over the last 24-hours, this touch sends jolts of excitement up my leg straight to my heart. I try to keep myself from becoming overly excited over this prospect, but what an unbelievable opportunity.
“Listen, I have a small client list. It’s basically this asshole here. But we’ve been in the business now for over five years, and Rye’s a well-oiled machine…”
“Sex machine, that is,” Rye muses, waggling his brows.
I choke on my beer and roll my eyes playfully, which only makes his smug smile grow broader. “Don’t I know it.”
Court snaps his fingers trying to regain our attention from our sex-addled one-track minds.
“Concentrate, children. Can you focus, please?” His tone is clearly amused, but I return my attention to him. “We could get you in the studio as soon as we get back to Nashville. Rye can produce your EP and we can get you a recording contract and get you out on the road as the opener for Rye’s gigs. What do you say?”
Interlacing my fingers through Court’s, I pull him closer so we’re inches from each other, our knees knocking together.
“I’d say I’d be a fool not to say, yes. But…”
My hesitancy captures their undivided attention, and both men stare at me. Court with a frown and Rye with head cocked to the side in question.
“But what? Don’t you trust me? Trust us?”
I curl one hand around the back of Court’s neck, loving the warmth and feel of his short, cropped curls tickling my fingers, and bring his hand up to my breast, above my heart.
“I trust you with all my heart. But I also don’t want it broken. And after what we did this weekend, well, I guess I’m just worried that once the affair or fling, or whatever it is, ends between us, it would affect our business partnership.”
Rye stands up, leaving his guitar on the couch, and kneels in front of us, taking both of our hands in his.
“Shae, darlin’, that won’t happen. This isn’t a fling with you. For either of us. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us and you’re with us now. We’re family. My feelings for you are just as strong as what I feel for Court. I can’t explain fully what this connection is between the three of us, but I know it’s true and I know it’s strong. And I want both of you in my life. I love you.”
Someone get a rag to wipe me off the floor, because I just melted into a puddle.
“And I feel the same way, sugar. I love you. And I love my brother, Rye. I can’t imagine my world without you both in it. I want you in my bed, Shae, and in my life now and forever.”
“Amen, brother,” Rye pipes in, slapping Court on the back of his shoulder, and their sentiments makes me smile like a goof.
And that’s all it takes. The love of two impossibly gorgeous, strong and talented brothers to turn my world upside down and bring love times two into my world.
“I love you both, too. Then I guess my answer is yes! Now let’s get started on writing some songs.”
Rye’s eyebrows raise in that cocky, sexy way and he leans in and cups my cheeks in his palms.
“First things first.”
And then he kisses me. With fire and passion and pure male persuasion.
