Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never heard Leo sound anything less than what we deem is perfect but there was something else in her voice last night and fuck all if it wasn’t from another plane of existence.
Leonor’s vocal range, what she can do with those golden pipes… She’ll growl in your fucking ear and hit you with the nastiestbleghyou’ve ever heard, making you feel the vibration right down to your very soul then Leo turns around and belts out her words in fucking cursive, dropping notes so goddamn gorgeous, so fucking haunting they make angels fucking weep and the saints sing her praises.
I swear to god, Leonor was celestial last night.
When I said something to her about it, pointing out how incredible she’s sounded lately our girl just shrugged and blamed it onall the orgasms,but that’s not it. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a day that went by during our first decade where Leo didn’t orgasm at some point and while she sounded phenomenal then, something is different now and climaxing has nothing to do with it.
At least, I don’t think so.
I’m coming more than I have since I popped my first boner and couldn’t keep my hands off the thing but I sound the same.
So do the guys.
We all sound good, real good actually but I just… Something is fucking different with Leonor and while I love it, it also worries me.
Essentially because everything with Leo worries me right along with everyone else who’s in love with her.
Am I glad that she seemingly has a new lease on life and has goneballs out,as she put it, with bringing normalcy back into the game? Hell yes, I’m thrilled and even though I trust that she knows herself, that Leo knows what’s best for her and where she needs to set limits or boundaries, I’m still wondering if maybe this is all too fast.
Scrubbing a hand over my face and beard, I open my eyes and look around at the photos displayed all over the room.
We’re featured in quite a few of them, us and The Horsemen, Static White, Bleak December and Razor Thin Ledge. Rory Black is one of the most talented fucking photographers out there and she definitely found her niche when she started touring with her brother’s band.
Stage shots, pit shots, the crowd and the bands. I think Rory got photos from every angle imaginable during the shows while she was the photographer for Vintage, and no one handled backstage shit the way she did.
Groupies ran scared, roadies didn’t try shit unless they were given the okay. She worefuck around and find outthe same way Leonor does. Rory is a tough cookie, and I think that’s why we’ve always gotten along, and why we won’t ever let anyone else photograph us.
“Sorry, Marky Mark,” the woman of the hour says as she blows in from the back of her studio like a fucking hurricane. “The new chick must have thought she was supposed to file them underPoe,even though I told her y’all have your own cabinet labeledThe Ravens.”
“It’s cool.”
Rory arches a brow as she hands over the envelope. “You look like you have a crowbar shoved up your ass right now.”
“Excuse me?” What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“Tense, Mark.” She pops her hip against her desk then folds her arms across her tits. “It might have been a while but I know what a tense musician looks like and you, my friend, are so tense you might pop.”
I rub my hand over my hair with a sigh then continue dragging it down my face and through my beard. “Long flight.”
It wasn’t, it was only an hour and a half but it felt like an eternity because this is the first time I’ve been away from the guys and Leonor since our life tried to implode either time, and yeah, I guess I’m a little stressed out by it.
“Wanna fuck in the back?”
My eyes snap to hers and before I can remind Rory of the way too many details about ourpolyamorous bubbleshe asked for a few weeks ago, her pale blue eyes shine with mischief.
“I’m only kidding,” she says as she nudges my leg. “I saw the way y’all were looking at each other before you told me about the inner workings of things. Just trying to lighten the mood a little so you don’t burst a blood vessel.”
She’s joking now, but that’s not the first time Rory’s asked me that exact question and if things were different, I would have taken her up on it. All five of us have slept with her and we all agreed that she’s a great lay, I doubt time has changed things but that kind of shit isn’t on the table anymore.
“You guys are good, though, right?”
I nod and try like hell—and fail—to keep the goofy fucking smile off my face. “Real good.”
Rory nods, smiling as she chews the barbell in her lip. “Beautiful. I love that y’all are in love, it gives me hope for my crazy ass to find it one day. So if you sat here and told me any of you broke up in a matter of weeks, I’d be devastated.”
“No.”You and me both.“I’m just the only one stable enough to fly right now.”
“Markus,” she scolds with a grin as we shoot the shit for a few more minutes.
