It’s true what they say. Don’t ever meet your idols.
Sorry, Loretta and Tanya.
But now that I’ve been touring and working with them both the last few weeks, we’ve gotten into an easy groove and rapport, and they’re both quite nice. Not to mention nice to look at.
But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw them doing! I don’t fancy myself as a prude but seeing them in that sexual setting was eye opening. How will I ever be able to scrub my mind from the dirty deeds those two men were doing together?
And speak of the devil. Or devils, rather.
Court and Rye are slowly walking toward me – swaggering is more like it - now fully clothed with varying expressions on their faces. Court is flat out mean mugging me, while Rye has a sly smile slashed over his sexy face. And they both look freshly fucked and showered.
“Hey Shae, hold up there, darlin. We’ve been looking all over for ya.” Rye’s slow, easy southern drawl always makes me weak in the knees. It’s like honey pouring out of a spigot – thick, raw and gooey.
I’m nearing the sound booth, which was my next stop on my checklist before Rye’s performance tonight. Thankfully, even without my trusty clipboard, I had my notes in my iPad so I could check off all the things to be done today.
What I didn’t have on my list was to “watch Rye and Court go at it with a groupie.”
The tips of my ears heat and my cheeks blaze red as I whip around to face them. They tower over me, their builds so unique and beautifully tailored. Rye being the leaner of the two, all rock star god status with deep rich brown hair layered down past his chin, partially pulled back into a pony, necklaces and bracelets adorning his neck and wrists, tats spread over like paint on a canvas, currently on display under a wife-beater shirt.
And Court, the more reserved and austere of the two, his posture fit snugly underneath dress shirt and slacks – far too formal for this environment – yet it works for him.
Both of them look at me expectantly. Both impossibly gorgeous.
“Well, you found me. Here I am.” I pretend to bow, my hand gesturing in a flourish toward the two kings in my presence.
“Uh…” Rye turns his head to Court, who crosses his thick forearms over his chest, looking to him for guidance. “We need to talk to you.”
I poke at the dirt ground beneath me with toe of my cowboy boot. The red ones I bought a year ago when I saw them in a second-hand store. They were made for me.
I try to downplay it and act unaffected by what I saw them doing as they got their cocks sucked – together – by the same woman.
“About what?”
Court clears his throat, prompting me to look at him.
“Don’t play dumb, Shae. We know you were spying on us and we need to know that you didn’t record it, in the event we have to remind you about your NDA.”
I have the decency to act affronted. “What? I was not spying,” I sputter angrily. “I was coming to check in on both of you, as is my job the last time I checked. How would I have known I would find you both fucking some groupie!”
My voice is agitated and shrill. Probably a little too loud, but out here on the festival grounds, it’s drowned out over the sound of loud, country music playing around us.
I see a vein thumping manically in Court’s thick neck, his face flashing a bit of anger over my defiance. And I notice Rye’s eyebrows raise in a smoldering look, as if to ask me “Did you like what you saw?”
Court reaches for my arm, tugging me off my feet and off in the direction of Rye’s trailer.
“Hey!” I try to argue, but it does no good. He simply lifts me off my feet and swings me over his shoulder, carrying me all the way back.
I should kick, and scream, and put up a fight. But quite honestly, I find this fireman hold kind of caveman-ish and a whole lot of hot.
Court’s hand wraps around the back of my thighs, and another covers my ass, leaving me hanging down his back with my gaze eye-level to his perfectly sculpted ass. The sight, and his hold, does something low in my belly.
And that feeling intensifies when I lift my head to find Rye following behind, his eyes locked on my ass and licking his lips like I’m dessert.
I’m not even sure what to make of all of this.
But one thing’s for sure.
I will never be the same again once these two are through with me.
