Chapter 35

Iwasn’t joking.

Now that we’d finally spoken our truth, there was no stopping the intense need to show each other what we meant.

Ronin’s eager hands delved into my pants while I sucked on his neck, marking him.

“Get these fucking jeans off, now,” he demanded, shoving my jeans down, gripping my ass cheeks so tight I knew I was gonna have bruises there tomorrow. “Get naked and fuck me.”

Fumbling in the dark, we were a frantic tangle of grunts and moans, hard bodies, and soft sheets. There was hardly any space in here for Ronin, never mind the two of us, but to me, it was the sexiest place to fuck. Ever. Everything was more intense because there was no separation between us. It was heady—the smell of our combined arousal, the echo of our sighs and moans, the air charged with electricity.

I reached frantically under the mattress to find the lube, then slicked up two fingers.

Ronin pulled his knees to his chest, opening to me.

When I slid one finger over his hole, teasing him, he growled so loud that I swear the walls around us vibrated. I pushed inside him, slowly, and he canted his hips, taking more.

“Hurry up,” he hissed.

I drilled deep inside his ass, then crooked my finger and tormented his prostate.

“Yes!”

Ronin’s shout was booming.

I added more lube and a second finger, not wasting any time but making sure he was good and stretched for the hard fucking both of us needed. My hands were shaking with want. I used my other hand to tug on his dick, so heavy and hard.

“Don’t need any more,” he groaned. “I’m ready.”

Pulling out of his body, I wiped the rest of the lube over my dick and slid into his tight hole.

Ronin pushed his ass towards me, taking me in, while I rocked my hips, slowly, pushing inside him inch by inch, until I was fully seated.

There was enough light filtering through the curtains, enough that I could see Ronin’s features clearly. He bit his bottom lip, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over. So beautiful, and all mine.

“Love this, love being inside you,” I panted as the heat around my cock intensified. Nothing between us. “Need you. Love you.”

“Love you more,” he replied as his body shuddered underneath mine. “Always.”

“Yes.”

My hips snapped, and I pushed inside him, as deep as I could go. It wasn’t enough.

His big hands slid down and cupped my ass, pulling me in tighter, nothing between us. I fucked into him with short, tight strokes, face to face, my control slipping fast. I stroked his cock with the same frantic rhythm, tugging quick and hard.

“Ronin,” I moaned.

“Baby,” he called out, a husky plea that filled up all my empty spaces. “Fuck me full of your cum.”

His words drove me right over the edge. Both of us jerked hard, coming in a heated rush, skin slapping together. My hips jerked hard, and I came so fast, I could barely breathe. Ronin’s ass tightened, strangling my dick as I filled him up with my cum.

He reached up, taking my lips in a mauling kiss, sucking on my tongue. I let myself be devoured by him, consumed by the aftershocks that rolled through my body. The wild pleasure had me unable to stop, thrusting inside him, unwilling to let go. This, right here, this was where I was meant to be.

“I love you,” he whispered over and over, kissing my cheeks, my temple, and then my lips again. “Only you.”

I breathed in his words, letting them sink inside me, the trembling taking hold of me again.

Slowly, I eased out of him, and looked down, watching my cum slip out of his ass. The sight was so sexy, so freaking hot, shivers ran up my spine.

“I love you, too,” I replied, clutching tight to him, burying my face in his neck. “Ronin.”

I gave his skin a teasing lick, then kissed my way down over his pec, sucking on one of his nipples. Needing more, I leaned over and licked the edge of his armpit, tasting musk and sweat and something that was all Ronin.

I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to lick all of him. He clutched my hair tight in his hands, letting out a filthy moan.

Suddenly, he wrapped his legs around my waist and rolled, taking me under.

“We need to rip out the top bunk so I can sit up and ride you,” he growled.

“I’m down with this plan,” I grunted, sliding my hands over his ass, rubbing down his crease, rubbing my cum into his skin.

“How about you buy your own fucking bus so the rest of us can sleep?” Holls suddenly yelled out.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” Ronin shouted back.

Shaking his head, Ronin gave me a wicked grin and leaned forward to kiss me. Our dirty moans couldn’t be contained.

“I think I preferred the shouting!” Holls added.

“No problem,” I replied. “Just wait.”

A few hours later, after Ronin and I had fucked, mauled, and marked each other with as many love bites, and as much cum as was humanly possible, we ventured out of our bunk to grab a much-needed snack.

The bus wasn’t moving anymore. We must’ve arrived in Miami already.

Holls, Van, and Brodie were already seated around the table at the front of the bus, a box of pizza between them, and cold beers to boot.

“I’m traumatized,” Holls grumbled as he bit on a slice of pizza.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ronin scoffed and leaned over to grab two slices, passing one to me. I took a large bite, ravenous. The pizza was so salty and good that I let out a loud groan of pleasure. Ronin nearly dropped his slice on the floor.

“The two of you.” Holls shivered dramatically. “I can’t unhear it.”

“You never had a problem listening or watching before,” I countered, raising one eyebrow.

It was true. Rockstars aren’t shy when it comes to the stage or the bedroom.

“That’s different. You guys were with strangers.”

“And?” Brodie smiled smugly and glanced over at us. “I have no problem with it. You guys are hot together.”

Ronin put a protective arm around me.

Van sighed and gave his husband a possessive look. “Really, Dee?”

Brodie turned and winked at his husband. “No one will ever compare to you, honey. But you have to admit, that soundtrack was pretty inspiring.”

Van cupped Brodie’s face and swiped a thumb over his mouth. When Van brought his finger back to his lips and licked it, Brodie sighed.

“I’m done eating… pizza,” Brodie whispered and stood up.

Our lead singer strutted down the hallway, with Van hot on his heels.

“More for us.” Ronin nodded as he ate.

We sat down and finished off the pizza with Holls. And we tried to ignore the loud sex sounds that echoed from the back of the bus.

Okay, maybe Holls had a point.

“I think we’re big enough now, we could each have our own bus. Or, three of them, since me and Ronin would share.”

Holls grabbed a napkin and wiped his face. “I don’t know. There’s something special about the four of us being together. Like when we started out.”

“So, you’re not uncomfortable?” Ronin asked.

“Not at all, I’m just razzing you.” Holls smiled at us. “Never seen either of you smile so fucking big, though. That’ll take getting used to.”

“That’s what happens when you fall in love with your best friend,” Ronin admitted, then kissed the top of my head.

Holls nodded. “Took you long enough to get your head out of your ass.”

I snorted, then nearly choked on my bite of cheese and pepperoni.

“Hey!” Ronin grumbled.

“Who says I was talking just to you?” Holls replied, then aimed his smirk at me.

I took a long sip of my beer to clear my throat. “Hey, I’m a musician, give me a break. It’s not like any of us ever expected to fall. Ever. Right?”

Holls and Ronin nodded in agreement.

All four of us had been single for so many years. The last thing any of us wanted when we started out at eighteen was a conventional life. We wanted our freedom, and we didn”t want to be tied down. Because there was always another show, another city, another man we wanted to explore. How do you sustain a relationship when you”ve always got one foot out the door? And, given our celebrity, there were so many guys vying for our attention. It was heady at the time.

Why choose one person?

In the end, though, we didn”t choose love, it chose us.

This was the year we all turned thirty. A new decade, a new beginning. But deep down, one thing remained the same. We still wanted to play our music, and travel, and meet the fans. But maybe being a working musician and having a relationship wasn”t mutually exclusive. Sure, it would take a lot of work and sacrifices. There would still be times when we”d be separated from our partners. Me and Ronin less so than Holls and Brodie. But it would happen.

There might be occasions when Ronin wanted to play a solo gig or maybe work on his own music. Same thing for me. What did I want to do outside of drumming? There had to be something. Because one day, my knees would give out, my shoulders would too, and I wouldn”t be able to play at the same intensity as I did now.

Plus, there were other things to consider. Like family.

Was that something Ronin wanted? I”d never put much thought into having a family of my own. But now that Ronin and I were together, the idea was floating around in my mind. Having kids together would be a major step, something I didn”t think I”d ever want. But maybe, just maybe, I wanted that with him.

I was getting ahead of myself. Happily so, but still.

Then I noticed that the noises down the hallway had quieted.

Brodie swaggered back down the aisle, like he did on stage, in his unbuttoned jeans, his lips swollen and red, his trademark grin in place. He sat down beside Holls and grabbed one of the bottles, taking a long sip.

“Fuck, I needed that.”

“The beer or the blowjob?” Ronin quipped.

Holls shook his head, chuckling, and held up his beer bottle. “It’s been a crazy ass year, but the best one of my life. And there’s no one I’d rather share it with than you guys.”

“Cheers to that,” Ronin nodded and held his bottle up.

I did the same, clinking their glasses.

“To family,” I offered.

“To family,” Brodie repeated.

The boys of Wayward Lane would always drink to that.