I toss my mail on the counter and go to the fridge, grabbing a beer and throwing my keys in the bowl.
Bringing my beer with me to my bedroom, I unholster my sidearm and lock it in the safe in my closet before shedding my clothes. As soon as I’m naked and looking down, I see my dick sticking to itself, reminding me of the wasted condom. I roll my eyes again.
I’ve been with a lot of women. I am not going to lie about that, but never have I ever had a one and done like that before. Jesus. You’d think that I would have had it happen before, but she had no regard for me whatsoever, either that or she thought the little grunts I’d given her were me coming and… I shake my head. It’s not worth dwelling on. At least not if I plan to stroke one out before getting out of the shower.
Being six-three and a solid two seventy-five has its advantages. The girls love the bigger, muscular guys and while I don’t consider myself to be a big guy, they usually do. Not to mention there are not too many guys much bigger than I am. Though Dex has me in the height department by about an inch and his arms are definitely bigger than mine, he’s pretty lean throughout the rest of his body. I guess being a drummer has its advantages in the arms department.
I run my hands through my dirty blond hair, it’s grown out some since being on tour. I usually keep it military short, but lately I haven’t cared much. Since Dex hooked up with Raine while on tour, we haven’t gone out much like we used to. Dex was a regular party animal and womanizer, until her.
If you’d asked me what my ideal woman looks like, I’d tell you to shove it. I haven’t a fucking clue. I’m thirty-four fucking years old and I’ve had less than a handful of relationships that have lasted longer than a week. Usually, because I get bored and move on, stop returning phone calls or change my number. I’ve never once brought a woman home to my apartment, thank god - they don’t need to turn stalker.
The strangest part about this is the fact that I’ve never thought of myself as being a one-woman kind of guy. The idea of monogamy is…I shudder at my own internal thoughts. Basically, I cannot imagine one person I could spend my whole life with.
When Addison hooked up with both Talon and Kyle while 69 Bottles was on tour, I’d started to wonder if that was the type of relationship for me. An open one. I’d never really thought about it before, but I often wonder if I too could handle another guy and a woman.
It’s that thought that makes me shiver and my cock harden.
When Dex and Raine hooked up, and for as many times as Dex and I shared women, I wondered if maybe the three of us would end up together. I could tell from the way Raine looked at me that she was attracted to me and the feeling was mutual. But like any other woman in my life, I managed to brush it off as soon as I got off. When Dex started babbling on and on about her, I knew then that he wasn’t that type of guy at all. I cannot imagine him sharing his woman with anyone.
The idea of a threesome with Dex and Raine morphed into me with two different women at the same time. One curvy and luscious, the other skinnier but she has an amazing ass. The kind I could sink my fingers into as I drill my cock deep into her pussy while her face is buried in the cunt of the curvy, well-endowed partner laying spread eagle on the bed.
I shiver as I take my cock in my hand and start to stroke. Closing my eyes, I let the fantasy fill me. The sensations of hands, hot cunts, and warm mouths is enough to tip me over the edge and into an orgasm that sends my cum flying all over the shower and forces me to brace myself against the wall so I don’t fall over.
I clean up my mess, wash myself off and climb out of the shower, pulling on a pair of pajama pants. I pull my suit from the closet, inspect it, and hang it back on the bar. I’ll need it for tomorrow.
Once that’s done, I go into the living room, grabbing another beer along the way before hitting the couch and watching TV. Jesus, my life sucks.
THREE
I HAVEN’T BEEN up on the top floor of Bold International since before the start of my career with 69 Bottles. Though they are my true priority- well, Dex and Raine are- I often get reassigned for temporary gigs when the band doesn’t really need me.
Since the twins were born, Addison, Talon & Kyle’s, they haven’t had much need for us. Mills usually handles things with them when necessary and then pulls Rusty, another of Bold’s security guys and Mills’s second in command, into the mix when he needs another set of eyes or hands.
Dex and Raine, though they go out frequently, usually tell me to take a hike, which is fine, but I usually don’t go very far. But Dex is the band's drummer and while he’s insanely hot, he’s not the popular target that Talon is as the band’s lead.
Mouse and Peacock, 69 Bottles’ guitarists, have Casey, who from my understanding is around them a lot of the time just as friends. Hell, the last I’d heard a couple weeks back was that Casey had moved in with them temporarily. Which I thought was rather odd, given the fact that they just got married about a month ago. Oh well, not my monkey, not my circus.
“Cami is ready for you,” Cami’s assistant says from behind her desk. I actually kind of miss having Raine up here. But she’s doing a damn good job making a name for herself by helping Addison out and taking on more clients.
“Thanks,” I mutter as I pass her and knock on the door to Cami’s office.
“Come in,” Cami says from the other side and I open the door.
Sitting at her desk, Cami is a petite little pocket rocket of a CEO. The girl has no qualms about expressing who she is. Often showing up with multi-colored hair and clothing that makes no secret of the tattoos she wears. When I say she wears them, she wears them and not the other way around. Sitting across from her in one of the two chairs is Mills.
Mills is tall, same height as me, but a little wider in the shoulders. He’s ex-military and it shows. Not just in the short buzz cut, but the way he carries himself and his ability to think quickly and efficiently. I guess that may be why we’ve bonded so well. Though he is ex-Marine and I’m ex-Army, the respect for each other is mutual.
“Thanks for coming in on such short notice,” Cami tells me as she stands up. Mills joins her and we exchange handshakes and pleasantries before she gets down to the brass tacks of why I’m here.
“We need your help,” Mills tells me.
“I figured as much. What’s up?” I ask.
“We have a client. Alyssa Serin, who will be doing a worldwide release tour for an upcoming movie. She needs a small detail team to travel with her.”
“Why the detail?” I ask. There usually isn’t a need to add a full detail unless there have been issues arising either with her current staff or outside influences.
“She’s had a bit of a problem with her current head of security. He’s unfocused and frankly, she’s concerned that her safety is in jeopardy when it comes to big, public events,” Cami answers. Mills hasn’t said anything at this point and I start to wonder why he’s here.
“Will I have to work with this idiot?” I ask.
“No,” Mills states firmly. “We’re working to reassign him to someone who is on a much smaller scale than Alyssa. Someone who can afford a distracted guard.”
I curl my lip. “Why not just fire him?” I ask. “I mean, it’s none of my business, but obviously he’s not doing his job very well.”
“Well, we’re getting there. But often times when we see a distraction, there are other underlying factors and in this case, I’m pretty confident that is the issue,” Cami tells me.
“Regardless of that. You’d have a small team of three, including yourself. One spot is already filled with Troy.” I nod my approval. Troy joined 69 Bottles’ security team about halfway through the tour, after a couple of unfortunate incidents involving Addison. He’s good people, and very efficient at what he does. I’m honored to have him as part of any team I am on. “And the other spot is up to you.”
“What about Casey?” I ask. Casey is a great choice as a third person. He’s efficient enough and he follows directions well. Not
to mention that the little shit is quick and has an uncanny ability to sneak up on you. A great tactic when trying to stay incognito.
Mills and Cami both look at each other, before Mills turns back to me and replies, “We’d planned on asking him.”
“Good, I think he’d be a good bet,” I tell them both. “When does this so-called tour start?” I ask them.
“You’re scheduled to return from the album launch on the fifteenth, so that will give you a little over a week. The tour starts here in Los Angeles on the twenty-fourth.” She looks to Mills. “We’ll have to figure out Dex and Raine’s schedule, whether they’re going from North Carolina to New York or coming back here then going.”
“Dex and Raine are going to North Carolina?” I ask, puzzled. Neither one of them has said anything to me about this trip.
“Yeah, they’re leaving later this week.” Cami gives me a puzzled look in return.
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s news to me.”
“Oh,” Cami says, surprised. “I’d only heard about it this morning, so…”
“We have plans tomorrow to get together, unless they call me before then.”
“Oh, okay, good,” Cami says, flustered.
“If you take the new assignment; which we’re not giving you much choice,” Cami smirks, “When you return from the album launch, we’ll need you to get together with Alyssa to start working and figuring out your plans.” She hands me a stapled stack of papers. “In there is the itinerary, schedule of events and things of that nature. It is a promo tour, so there are premieres, as well as the radio station and TV events that will fill up your days in the various places. Los Angeles and New York are up first, followed by Nashville, London, Berlin and finally Sydney, Australia. Travel will be intense, hitting many places quickly. Alyssa is the lead, so she is required by the studio to be at all these events. There are several hundred other ones, but she’s only taking these main markets.”
“That’s a hell of a lot of pond hopping. Though I’ve never been to Berlin or Sydney before,” I tell her honestly.
“We’ve made arrangements with some of our affiliates to step in and help out on the foreign stops. We can’t expect you to handle transportation and the likes when you barely know the city itself,” Mills tells me, and I nod my understanding and approval.
We continue talking about the finer points that I need to be aware of before I sign my contract and I’m out the door. All the information I need is in my hands. Mills catches up to me after I leave the office. “Thanks for doing this,” he says.
“No problem. I’m assuming you’ve got Dex, Eric and Calvin covered while Casey and I are away?”
“Absolutely. I’m pulling in Leroy, so between Rusty, Tori, Leroy, and myself, it’s handled. They don’t have anything else on the schedule until well after you’re back home.”
I nod and give him a smile. “Thanks for giving me my own team,” I tell him, and I honestly mean it. Though I’ve worked with Mills for a few years, I’ve never tried to step on his toes, which is hard as fuck when you’re trying to advance in this business.
“You’ve earned it, and you deserve it. I’ve met Alyssa and she’s very nice, cooperative, she shouldn’t give you too much hassle.”
I smile again. “That’s good to know, but I’m sure I could handle her if that wasn’t the case.”
He smiles then and extends his hand. “I know you can.” I take his hand and he grabs my shoulder, giving it a squeeze as the elevator arrives. “I’m a phone call away. But I’m sure I’ll see you before then. There’s that dinner thing on Wednesday this week.”
The light bulb goes off. “I’d nearly forgotten. Then I will see you Wednesday.”
We part ways when I step into the elevator and descend back to the first floor and to the parking garage.
I text Dex: What the hell is in Nashville?
Dex to Beck: How the hell did you find out?
Beck to Dex: Been reassigned…tell you more tomorrow.
Dex to Beck: Fuck that, come over tonight.
Beck to Dex: Yeah, alright, be there in an hour.
Dex to Beck: We’re home.
Beck to Dex: Duh, I’m not there…LOL
Dex to Beck: Shut it and hurry up.
I climb into my truck and pull out of the parking garage, turning right instead of left as I head toward Dex and Raine’s condo.
FOUR
“WHAT’S WITH THE monkey suit?” Dex asks when he opens the door.
“I had to go into Cami’s office today.” I hold up my duffle bag. “Mind if I change?”
He opens the door for me to come inside. “Not at all, seeing you dressed like that is unnerving. I want to ask you where the funeral is.”
I shoulder check him when I pass and he laughs.
“What’d Cami want?”
“Reassignment.”
“I knew that. Who? When?”
“Nosy much?” I cock an eyebrow at him.
“Well, I need you to come to North Carolina and Nashville with us, so yeah, you gonna be able to go?”
“What makes you think I want to go?” I snicker.
He rolls his eyes. “Because you’re having so much fun here,” he says, and he’s right. I get bored when I’m stuck in one place too long and Los Angeles is getting on my nerves.
“Yeah, since Cami seemed to know more about it than I do, she would have picked someone else if it would interfere with your trip. So when are we leaving?”
“Friday,” Raine says as she comes down the stairs. She’s shorter, maybe five-five or five-six with multi-colored hair, everything from blonde, black, red and even some shades of brown about shoulder length. Despite being short, she’s confident and well, gorgeous.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I tell her and she smiles at me.
“Hey.” She smiles as she rounds the banister and comes over to give me a hug.
“You doing alright?” I ask.
“Never better,” she smiles up at me. “We’re gonna be gone for almost two weeks. That won’t be a problem, will it?” she asks honestly.
I shake my head. “Over Christmas and New Year’s?” She nods. “No, so long as I have a couple days back home before taking off for New York. Unless we’re going straight to New York from there?”
“I hadn’t thought about that,” Raine adds. “Maybe we should just make arrangements to get up there afterwards, rather than coming back here?” She looks at Dex who shrugs.
“Whatever you guys decide is fine, I just need to know whether I have to pack all my shit for New York too,” I add.
“Our friend Derek, the one we’re staying with, is sending his plane here to fly us to North Carolina, so whatever luggage you need won’t be an issue,” Raine tells me. Are private planes flying across the country to pick up these two knuckleheads? Must be nice to have friends in high places.
“Well, you guys decide. I’ll let Mills know one way or the other.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Dex chimes in. “Go change, that suit is making me crazy. Get comfortable. We’re ordering in and we have booze,” he laughs as he heads into the kitchen with Raine in tow.
Their condo is nice. It’s modern, open, with massive eighteen to twenty foot ceilings. Their room is upstairs, a loft. They have a guest room downstairs and another room, but that door is always closed. I don’t know what’s actually in there, and frankly, I’ve never asked.
I go into the guest room and toss my bag on the bed and undo my shirt. I’d taken off my jacket before getting in the car, but I threw it back on so I could hang it up when I got inside.
I quickly change into a pair of black button-up flannel pants that look like jeans, but they’re fucking comfortable as hell, and a t-shirt. I left my shoes off. Being here at Dex and Raine’s is nothing unusual for me. In fact, I’ve spent many nights here since they moved in. Usually too tired to drive home after a night out. Or on nights like this when we’re just chilling, talking, drinking, eating, or having a movie ma
rathon. It might be corny, but being around them is often a relief. I actually feel like I belong somewhere.
The fantasy from last night plays through my mind as I leave the bedroom, and thankfully, I don’t get hard from it. That would be a little awkward and impossible to explain, especially in these pants.
“Here you go.” Raine hands me a cold beer as I step into the kitchen.
“Thanks,” I tell her and I take a seat on the stool at the breakfast bar of the kitchen and watch as she and Dex do normal everyday things.
There is something odd about the way Raine moves around him. This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed this about the two of them, but each time, it becomes a little more pronounced. The fact that it’s Raine who hands me my drinks and food doesn’t go unnoticed by me anytime we’re together, and there is always a sparkle of approval in Dex’s eyes when she does things like that.
I’ve often wanted to ask him about it, but it’s never quite the right time, place or circumstances to do so. I toy with the idea of asking now, but instead, I swallow down some beer.
“What’s on the menu tonight?” I ask.
“That Chinese place you like so much,” Raine says with a smile and I smile back.
“Sounds great,” I tell her before taking another sip of my beer. “You sure we’re not going anywhere tonight?” I ask before I keep drinking. If I keep it up, I’ll be good for nothing.
“Nope, we’re staying in,” Dex says as he turns around, holding up his own beer and we clink our bottles together.
“So what’s in North Carolina and Nashville?”
Raine looks at Dex quickly, but goes back to putting dishes away and he answers, “We’re going to see Derek and his wife Dacotah. He’s got a ranch house in the mountains and then Nashville has a couple of things we want to go do.” His voice holds a hint of mischief and is cryptic even for Dex. I want to pester him for it, but I let it go, for now.
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