Dare Me, Part Two Dare Duet Sawyer and Billie: Unchained Attraction Series

by Shandwick, K. L.

  “Your song was amazing, Wiggy,” she said, being the bigger person, and I was very grateful she had stuck out an olive branch, when she had no reason to do this.

  Wiggy stopped drying his hair with the small white towel he was using and stared at her for a long moment, waiting for a sarcastic remark. When he realized she was serious, he gave her an uncertain smile and nodded. “Thanks, it wasn’t an easy song to write.”

  “The best things in life are never easy. Look at me, I had to endure ten years married to another man while I waited for Sawyer to grow up.” Wiggy’s dark brown eyes went big and round at her comment, and he glanced toward me. I immediately burst out laughing and Billie did as well. His reaction was priceless, before he gave her a sheepish laugh and shook his head.

  “What can I say, except I was fucked in the head at the time. Glad you found one another, but you need to visit him more often when he’s on the road, he’s been a miserable fuck.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” I agreed, and we all laughed again.

  “Come on, guys, let’s get this meet and greet over with, I’m on a promise later,” Strings called from the bottom of the stairs leading to the dressing rooms. Holding Billie’s hand, I turned to go with Wiggy until she caught my forearm and held me back.

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  I frowned. “Forgetting something?” I repeated.

  “Your friend?”

  “My—”

  “Max, you’re forgetting Max,” she said pointedly then gave me a wicked smirk.

  “Billie, I …”

  “Nuh-huh, nope, all’s fair in love and vibrators. Best hurry or you’ll be late to meet your fans. And, I’ve changed my mind, you’re going to introduce me to them,” she added in an authoritative tone. Tugging me in the direction of the dressing room, she smirked and I chuckled because I knew there was nothing I could say in my defense after what I’d done to her in her place of work.

  * * *

  Five minutes later, I looked like I was heading off on a hike at any moment with the plaid shirt Billie had borrowed from one of the road crew and tied around my waist. My flacid cock was snug inside the plastic vagina, and I walked like an old movie star from the days when Westerns were all the rage.

  Entering the meet and greet room, my eyes met Hammer’s and he immediately came toward me, his face full of concern. “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, it was Billie’s fault, the woman can’t keep her hands off of me,” I said, directing his attention to her as punishment for making me wear the damned Max machine. For a second I had forgotten she had the remote, and my reward for embarrassing her was the tingle in my groin when she played with the app of the vibrator wrapped around me.

  “Fuck,” I cussed when she ramped it up instantly and the damn thing near turned my cock inside out.

  “Oops,” she mouthed and turned it down to a slow regular pace.

  Taking a deep breath to control myself I stalled and glanced around me to make sure no one saw anything was amiss. For a second or two I could have sworn I heard the squelch of the lube I’d applied before I’d stuck my cock inside. I shot Billie a pleading look, but she just smiled back sweetly like everything was normal.

  “Billie, I know you’ve missed him but you need to let him focus, you can molest him all you want tonight after he’s finished as the front man of our band.”

  I sat down gingerly, perching myself right on the edge of an arm of a couch, thinking at least if my balls had some space, I’d somehow manage the constant distraction. Billie surprised me when she came and sat down on the couch beside me. When I glanced at the wicked grin on her face and our eyes connected, I saw they were full of mischief. Fuck. I decided the only way forward was to get the meet and greet over as quickly as possible.

  My plan had been working quite well, and I’d been banking on Billie not really knowing what to do with the app. My thoughts were that after a while I’d get used to the constant pace of the appliance and my cock would get bored with the same dull buzz and go soft.

  That worked quite well until the fifth girl wandered over, her sexual aura screaming ‘fuck me any way you want.’ Huge tits and ass, her hips swung like a clockmaker’s pendulum as she approached me. Her collagen-filled lips only served to heighten my awareness of the vibrating machine buzzing away in my pants, in charge of my cock right then.

  The moment she reached me she leaned forward, her tits at eye level, and the smell of her cheap perfume almost knocked me out. I coughed and winced, remembering what I had in my pants. In my peripheral vision I saw Billie glance at her phone and open the app and I steeled myself for what she may do.

  “Oh. My. Gawd,” the girl said, punctuating her words. “I feel like I’m in a dream,” she added standing way too close for comfort.

  The sudden change in pace made my body recoil and I almost head-butted her as I turned to look at Billie and widened my eyes in both fear and surprise.

  “Forgive me, darlin’,” I mumbled trying to keep her attention on me and off the device which I felt was sucking the life out of my dick. “Th … this is my wife, Billie,” I stuttered, my voice sounding oddly higher and shaky, with Billie’s ministrations on the app. My cock went from zero to hero from being sucked slow and rhythmically by the vibrator to the much more forceful suction mode she had selected. Ms. Collagen wasn’t impressed by my intro and glanced at Billie like she didn’t matter, said nothing, and turned to look at me again.

  “Where are you staying?” she asked, unperturbed by the fact my wife was sitting next to me.

  “Nowhere you’d know, we’re not staying in town,” I replied politely. Getting the message she moved on to Wiggy, who was delighted for her carnal attention. Billie slowed the speed of the Max and my relief was instant. I lasted another five minutes and most of the fans responded positively to my introduction of Billie, but the few who behaved disrespectful were shot down in seconds.

  “Oh. Sawyer, baby,” a girl suddenly shouted hysterically and shot out of the line in my direction. She flung her arms around my neck and Billie turned up the suction full-bore making me shoot from my sitting position to stand.

  “Fuck me,” I called out, and the crowd around us erupted in laughter and I realized they thought I was responding to the way she had greeted me. Turning away from her, I gripped the arm of the couch and shook my head in a desperate plea to Billie. Unfortunately, I had been less than forgiving when she was close and Billie returned the favor.

  Trying to look normal while in a standing position and coming was a virtually impossible thing to do, so I feigned illness and dropped to my knees, resting my head on the edge of the couch.

  “All right folks, there’s nothing to see here,” Hammer shouted, signaling for security as Billie turned the contraption off. I sighed deeply and ran my hand through my hair, partly to ensure the top of my head was still there.

  The force of my orgasm almost knocked me out, but when I thought about it, I guessed it had been the result of being kept on the edge for so long, trying to maintain a normal appearance, and trying not to let people find out what the fuck was happening to me.

  Watching the room being cleared, Billie sat quietly, her hands in her lap, her phone tucked beneath them. “I’ll get you back,” I mumbled, as I stood up. Immediately my eyes shot toward her when I felt the same tingling feeling in my groin as before.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” I snapped, grabbing her phone away from her and turning off the app. Billie cracked up laughing, rolled sideways onto the couch, and laughed so infectiously she had the rest of the band laughing.

  “I’m going to take a leak,” I mumbled as I made my exit to the restroom and took the damned thing off. Opening the toilet, I dropped the contraption on the floor, I cleaned myself off as best as I could and, pulled the handle. Stripping out of my jeans I had a quick wash and pulled on some fresh pants.

  When I thought I looked decent again I glanced in the mirror and saw what I�
�d seen a thousand times before. A guy freshly sated by a woman, yet in this instance she‘d gotten me off without actually laying a hand on me.

  Picking up my dirty jeans and the Max, I washed the device in the sink and threw the damned thing in the trash; there was no way on earth I was dealing with that again. By the time I made my way back to the green room my wife was chatting with my bandmates.

  Initially when they all looked at me strangely, I wondered for a moment if she’d told them what we’d done, but it was Billie and I knew she hadn’t the balls for that. Strings broke away from the group, strode toward me and put an arm around my shoulder with a worried expression on his face.

  “Jeez, Saw, you gave us a fright, are you okay, dude?”

  “Yeah, I just got the most terrible cramp in my groin,” I blurted out. It was the first thing I could think of. Billie smirked.

  “Fuck me, I hope you don’t have a hernia. My dad had one of those and was laid up for a month while it healed. Apparently if it strangulates it can kill you.”

  “You’re one cheery fuck, do you know that, Strings?” Hammer shot back.

  “I think it may have been the salmon I ate for lunch,” I lied again. I hadn’t eaten salmon for almost three years, but they had no clue about that.

  “You think you can make it to the after-party at the Four Seasons? This contact I met said RedA was looking for some new support acts for their tour next year. It would be an amazing opportunity if we could bag it.” Strings was desperate for regular money. I couldn’t blame him since he was the most ambitious of us all.

  “Don’t worry, Strings, I said we’d be there, and we will. Let’s head there now, and if it’s okay I’m going to duck out after a couple of hours. Billie and I only have one more day before she heads back to New Jersey on Sunday, and we have a gig tomorrow night.” When I saw the relief on Strings’ face, I knew we as a band had to be careful to give better support, or we’d eventually lose him to another one.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “Why are you looking so worried?” I asked, as I brought our clasped hands to my lips and pressed a kiss to the back of hers.

  “Being with you when you’re in the spotlight,” she mumbled.

  “Because?”

  She shrugged. “Everyone will be focusing on us.”

  “Us? You still care about that? Darlin’, I told you before. What anyone else thinks about us is inconsequential. You’re just nervous about being put in an unfamiliar situation, Billie. Personally, I don’t notice when anyone looks at me, and if they do, they’ll be looking at me because I have a beautiful wife on my arm.”

  “Right,” she mumbled, and I pulled her head forward and kissed her temple.

  “Your only focus should be that you’re with the hottest man in the universe,” I joked. “Think you can manage that?”

  “You’re all I think about,” she chuckled. “I feel like a lovesick teenager when I’m with you.” My eyes immediately softened and I pulled her toward me and planted a small kiss on her forehead. “Okay, I’m over it again. Let them do their worst.”

  Although she sounded like she didn’t care, I knew her bravery was for my benefit and she’d likely filled herself with doubts.

  “Okay, you remember the games we agreed to, the secret words?”

  “Midnight?” she asked. I cupped her chin and stared intently into her gorgeous blue eyes.

  “What?” she said, her eyes searched my face and I continued to stare for a few more seconds before I dropped my hand and chuckled.

  “That’s what I’m going to do to you when I hear the word midnight,” I teased. “Remember we had two? What’s the other word?” Her eyes rolled up to her brow as she thought then she groaned.

  “Hot.” This time I took her head between my hands and kissed her passionately, my hand sliding to the back of her skull and I pushed her closer, deepening the kiss. When we broke away she panted, looking breathless.

  “Wow,” she breathed in a whisper. I chuckled and cleared my throat because the way she’d kissed me back had affected me as well. I was immediately hard.

  “Let’s hope no one says that tonight or I’ll be swimming in my underwear,” she muttered with a soft laugh, and just like that my no-confidence beauty floored me with a smutty comment out of the blue.

  We had been so involved in our little game, we hadn’t realized the car we’d traveled to the Four Seasons in had stopped. The uniformed driver got out and opened the door. Stepping out first, I extended my hand, Billie slid across the seat and elegantly rose to her feet. I took a moment to appreciate how stunning she looked in the long aqua green dress that hugged her little body to perfection.

  “You take my breath away,” I whispered into her ear, and shook my head in wonder at how our accidental meeting had changed my life in such a huge way.

  Glancing up through her long dark lashes she flashed me the most gorgeous smile, and my heart melted for the umpteenth time when she did that.

  Entering the foyer of the hotel no one would ever have guessed there was a rock band’s after-party in progress. The elegant foyer and front desk area were a picture of decorum and calm. I liked that no one batted an eyelid when we walked through the reception area and wandered up to two hired security guards dressed in slick black suits.

  One nursed a clipboard with the guest list by the elevator, and he obviously had no idea who I was. Most guys in a band would have striven to be recognized, their main goals being to have fame and fortune, women, and wild nights.

  In that sense I wasn’t much of a front man for our band. The fortune was already there from the start, I’d tired of the women, and since I’d found Billie, I wasn’t interested in partying with random girls.

  As for fame, I couldn’t imagine life walking down the street having fans invading my privacy to pursue me and possibly taking pictures of my every move. That situation never appealed to me. I knew my bandmates were hungry for it, but I much preferred being largely anonymous; in my case, playing in a band was truly all about the music.

  Clearing security, we’d entered the private access elevator that took us directly to the floor where the party was being held. Despite another guard inside the elevator car, I kept my part in the arrangement I’d made with my wife and kissed her until she looked dazed and slightly drunk by the time the doors opened and we stepped out of the car.

  Billie’s fingers tightened around mine as we neared the door and I dipped my head. “Breathe, darlin’,” I shouted, my words were barely audible, even to myself, as I pushed the door and led us inside.

  I hardly knew anyone and related to how Billie felt for once. I noticed Flynn Docherty, the lead singer of the band we’d hoped to open for standing by the bar, his lovely wife by his side. Valerie Docherty’s reputation preceded her as the formidable manager of his band, and from what I knew she was still younger than me.

  From what I could see, Strings was talking animatedly to him and when he suddenly looked toward the door his face lit up, and the look of relief on it said it all.

  “Sawyer,” I had seen his mouth move and was sure he’d called out, but the noise in the room made it impossible to hear anything, except the music. Tugging Billie’s hand, I signaled to him and weaved my way over to where they stood.

  Leaning forward, I saw Strings shout into Flynn’s ear, but Flynn scrunched up his face and shook his head, appearing annoyed. I wondered for a moment what my bandmate had said until I saw him look over his shoulder and said something to a large set guy behind him. I assumed he worked for Flynn and watched when the guy cut his way through the crowd to reach the DJ. Seconds later the volume was reduced to lower level for people to talk.

  “Hey,” Flynn said, holding out a hand for me to shake. I shook it and nodded toward my bandmate.

  “Strings tells me you’re interested in our band for the next US tour?”

  “Yeah, someone mentioned DisKord to my wife as being a potentially good fit for us. Lee recommended you after he went to one
of your gigs in Iowa. Valerie researched you guys and liked what she saw. We’re heading to Europe next week for a month then taking a break, but the US tour starts mid-February next year. I figured if we were going to match up Valerie’s people should get with you now.”

  For a moment I thought Strings was going to dry-hump the guy, but I gave him a look and he reined in his gratitude and adopted a far more appropriate response.

  “I’m sure we can shuffle some stuff around, I mean I don’t think we’ve scheduled much for next year yet, right, Sawyer?”

  I nodded, and knew we hadn’t planned anything yet, with Wiggy’s fuckup and rehab vacation, but I played it ice cool. “Excuse me, sorry, darlin’,” I said, moving Billie in front of me. “This is Billie. Both my beautiful wife and I share a birthday on Valentine’s Day, so I usually try to keep February clear, but I’m sure we can make an exception for you guys.”

  Watching Strings’s eyes widen like I’d just disrespected his favorite band almost made me laugh, but I held it together. Flynn grinned widely like he liked the fact I hadn’t appeared desperate for the gig.

  “Then that’s settled. Valerie, will you make sure all the details get sent over to the guys?”

  Valerie pulled out her phone and took my contact details, introduced herself to Billie, and began chatting with her. I could see her warm welcome had put Billie at ease when I saw her shoulders slump as they spoke, and I knew she felt relaxed.

  After a few minutes I realized we were monopolizing Flynn’s time and nudged Strings, saying we should find Hammer and Wiggy and tell them our news. In truth, I was anxious to know neither of them had drank anything. Hammer I hadn’t worried about in a while, but Wiggy was a ticking time bomb based on the previous times he’d left rehab.