They are raw, pure masculinity. And I feel like a kitten – their plaything – so inexperienced and naïve.
Because I’ve remained quiet and haven’t responded to his seemingly rhetorical question, Rye shoots me a questioning look, lifting his dark eyebrow in that way he does on stage. The one that says, “Come hither so I can get a better look.”
“We could have so much fun together, Shae. We’d make you feel so good. And from my mouth to God’s ears, all I’ve thought about since the moment we laid eyes on you is what you’d be like in bed. I can’t help but wonder if you’re really just a wildcat under all this prim and proper southern girl appearance.”
His finger edges over the top of my shirt. I have a tank on underneath my buttoned-up capped sleeve blouse. And he’s right. I do look like a pastor’s daughter in this outfit.
I inhale a breath, which hoists my breasts forward, further capturing their attention, as their eyes land on my heaving chest.
My voice is weak, even though I don’t feel weak. I feel fierce and on fire. Blazing hot with need.
“I don’t know…I’ve never…”
“Been with two men?” Court supplies, cocking his head to the side, his face finally lightening up, eyes now burning with intensity and unguarded lust.
I nod. “Yeah. Do you two, um, do it together?”
There’s a chorus of laughter as they both chuckle with humor at my question. But it’s a valid question, in my humble opinion. I didn’t stick around long enough to find out if they gave each other pleasure, too.
Court leans across the table, pulling my other hand in his, curling his strong and warm fingers around my wrist. There’s sincerity and a warmth that shines through his eyes as he speaks about Rye.
“I love Rye. He’s my brother, but not biological. My parents took him into our home when he was ten and we’ve been together a long time. We share an extremely special and complex bond that no one truly understands.” He glances at Rye and tips his chin. “We experimented early on, as kids do, but didn’t share the same desires for each other as we do women. We figured since we shared everything else, why not just parlay that into our sex life? It makes it pretty fucking phenomenal to watch your best friend and brother giving and receiving pleasure and playing a part in that.”
Rye chimes in. “But to be clear, because Court is a windbag and can never get to the fucking point, we don’t fuck each other, Shae. We only fuck the women we’re with.”
I can’t help but giggle, because even though we’re in this intense and serious conversation, Rye still gives Court a hard time. Just like brother’s do.
“And you both want to fuck me?” I ask, putting that out on the table for consideration.
“Since the moment we met you.”
Court adds with emphasis, “But it isnota requirement of your job. It’s only if you want to and if you’re interested. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for all of us. No pressure and no quid pro quo.”
I don’t even know what that means, but I know that I’ve had no reason to feel anything other than comfortable around both of them since I began this job. And it is another two and a half months on the road with them. It sure would make the time go faster and be a lot more fun.
“Can I think about it?”
Rye leans in and kisses my cheek. It’s not sexual, but not altogether chaste either. His lips linger for just a moment, long enough where I can feel the delicious scrape of his beard against my face.
“Take all the time you need, sugar. You know where to find us.”
4
If I thought Friday night’s crowd was loud and crazy, they had nothing on tonight’s raucous sea of country music fans.
Rye is all set to take the stage in twenty minutes after this other act is through with their set. I just checked on him backstage and he’s as calm, and cool as ever. I get butterflies in my belly every time he goes out there on stage, but Rye is just so Zen about performing. Probably because he knows the crowd and fans love him. He’s also a ham, eating up the adoration and approval like candy from a trough.
Having just finished all my pre-show tasks, including checking in on Rye to make sure he had everything, I head back to the craft table area where other musicians and their entourage are huddled, all chatting amiably over their shared love of music. I scoot past some dude with a cowboy hat and grab a plate, filling it with a smorgasbord of goodies. I haven’t eaten all day, not since breakfast. And honestly, after everything that happened yesterday, my stomach is still in knots and a bundle of nerves.
The discussion I had with Court and Rye continues to play on repeat in my head, and it’s all I could think about last night as I laid in bed contemplating the very explicit and intriguing offer.
Having a threesome with Court and Rye? That would be a dream come true and all my fantasies colliding into one.
But there are also some drawbacks and the source of my hesitation. What if at some point in the next two months it doesn’t work out? What if they get bored with me? Or, I suppose, vice versa. But I suspect that won’t be an issue.
The other worry on top of my mind is the groupies. Would this be an exclusive arrangement, or would they feel the need to sleep around with other women, too?
My thoughts are interrupted with the sound of Court’s deep, throaty whisper behind me, startling me enough that the plate nearly tips out of my control. My skin gets hot and nipples go hard at the sound.
