“They’re ravenous for you,” Pete says as the two of them maneuver me onto the shitty couch that smells like old beer and stale cigarettes.
I roll my eyes as Mark presses a kiss to my temple and all but growls, “Starving for you, sugar.”
A shiver runs from head to toe as he and Lucius move so I’m in their lap, an asscheek on each of their thighs. “So, the new pre-show ritual is to get all handsy and start talking dirty when we’re fifteen minutes from playing so I walk out on stage with a slip and slide in my jeans?”
“Hardly,” Norm says with a smirk. “No one would be going on if that was the case.”
“Then what the hell are we doing?”
They’re moving me around like a rag doll, as usual, all up in my business, grazing my nipples and rubbing my thighs. If they’re not careful I will cancel this show myself so the four of them can fuck me in any way they’re able to because if they keep this up…
“Fuck,” I hiss as Norman shoves my thighs open while Pete grabs my pussy through my jeans.
“Taking a picture.” The asshole winks before he and our sweet boy both turn and sink to the floor, Norm between my legs while Pete leans back against him. “The first picture of us as anusbefore we do what we were meant to do.”
“How we were meant to do it,” Lucky whispers as he presses his lips to the space just below my ear. “Happy. In love. All of us thinking about how great the post show sex is going to be now that it’s the five of us having it.”
I laugh at that and hear the soft click of a camera.
My nose scrunches as I turn, realizing Mark’s phone is on a tripod across from us and one of these beautiful men must have a remote or something.
Which is when everything actually hits me.
The levity of the situation, the emotions it’s bringing out of me.
These four men love me, they love me more than anything in the world because they want to, because they chose to, and I getto spend the rest of my life doing exactly what we’re doing right now with them.
For some reason, I feel the urge to cry over that.
Over being with my soulmates, over having parents who were undeniably mine. Missing both of them in different ways.
My eyes well when I realize I’m not just surviving anymore, I’m living, and what a fucking time for that to hit because the second the first tear rolls down my cheeks, I swear it’s like a bomb goes off.
“Leonor?” Lucky asks, his voice full of panic. He moves me around again as Pete and Norm pop up in front of me, the four of them now staring at me with adorably horrified expressions that only make me cry harder.
“What the hell happened?” Peter pulls his shirt off and uses it on my face. “I thought?—”
“I just love you so much,” I say as I sniffle and try to get my shit together. “It just hit me really hard, how far we’ve come, and I, I just love you four so fucking much and I’m so goddamn grateful you all chose to love me back.”
Norm’s eyes immediately well with tears as he leans in to kiss me, whispering those words against my lips before Mark, Pete and Lucky do the same.
“Ten minutes!” Someone shouts as they bang on the door, all of us jumping a little before we get ourselves under control.
I walk over to the mirror and make sure I don’t look like I’ve been crying and when I catch sight of the guys doing what they always do before a show, I decide to watch like a creep.
Lucky yanks his shirt off and tosses it in his duffle bag, his Chuck Taylors and socks following immediately because he only ever plays in his jeans. Pete helps Norm strap in like always, adjusting his guitar strap so he has just enough give when he goes crazy on the strings, then he starts wrapping his dreads into a knot that will only make it through maybe three songs.Markus hands Lucky his drumsticks—he did it the first time we ever played and has had to do it every time since—then closes his eyes, my teddy definitely visualizing every note we’re about to play while tuning his bass for the first song.
This, this right here.
This is my home.
I am so fucking glad to be back.
“You ready, princess?”Pete asks as Leroy’s roadies rush out on stage to dismantle their set before moving ours. “Last chance to back out.”
Tipping my head back, I smile and jut my chin out for a kiss. “I’m ready.”
I take one last look at the crowd, seeing that Ash, Tori and Vince, and Keyton have joined our little VIP section and take a deep breath. One that gets caught in my throat as I catch a hooded figure moving out from behind Vince, facing me fully beforea second onesteps out from behind Max to do the same. They’re less than six inches away from them, standing close enough to cause damage but instead, they just stand there, unmoving and facing me.
