I call Rafe over as Conal and Bron begin to move. At first I suck on him, but before long I can’t concentrate well enough, so he fucks my mouth while his brothers stroke in and out of me.
I come so many times I lose count, before each of the men finally follows me over the edge. They don’t pull out right away, and we all cuddle together for several blissful minutes before they gently disengage and we get cleaned up.
I’m hungry for more, though. I reach for them in the night, and by morning they’ve joined with me in every possible configuration. I’m very tired, but very happy.
The men leave me sleeping and go downstairs. When I finally come down, it’s almost lunchtime, and this time I feel guilty. Once in a while is okay, especially when it’s all of us together, but I don’t want to be the pampered princess who lies around while her men are working.
Sure enough, Jack tells me that the men have been in the studio all morning, playing up a storm. I don’t interrupt; instead, I put together a build-your-owntaco bar, and bake some sweet corn muffins for their lunch.
When they emerge, they have huge grins on their faces. Conal grabs me and gives me a resounding kiss, followed by Rafe and Bron.
“The magic is back, babe,” Conal says. “This album is going to be amazing.”
“Thanks to you,” Bron says to me, and I blush and grin. I know I only play a tiny role in their success, but I’m glad for it.
CONAL
“Mom, Dad, this is Hazel. The best thing I ever did was marry her, and the worst thing I ever did was almost lose her.”
Next to me, Hazel smiles shyly. She’s surprised when my mom steps forward and pulls her into a hug, but accepts it readily.
“We’re delighted to meet you, Hazel,” Mom says. “From everything we’ve heard, you've been wonderful for our sons.”
“They’ve been wonderful to me, and it’s very nice to meet you, too.”
Mom and Hazel talk for a few minutes, getting acquainted, then Mom pulls out her phone. "They weren’t always big, famous rock stars. Would youlike to see some of my favorite pictures of them from when they were little?"
“I would love that!”
The two of them go off into another room, and my brothers and I are left facing Dad. He’s pretty old-fashioned, and I wasn’t at all sure how he would react to all of us being involved with Hazel. Not that we’ve officially announced it, but when we all three went down to get her after she left, online rumors of polyamory started to fly, and we’ve deliberately not refuted them. We don’t want to live a lie, and neither does our wife.
The silence lasts long enough to get uncomfortable before Dad says, gruffly, “She seems like a good woman, by all accounts. Glad she came back to you. You count your blessings, now, and keep ahold of her.”
“Yes, sir,” we all say.
HAZEL
The stadium is packed. Even where I am backstage, I can feel the energy. Eager fans are waiting for the Black Pythons’ first concert since their new release dropped, a double album that’s already produced the most hits in the band’s history.
I try not to think about the fact that almost all of those hit singles are about me.
Earlier, before the audience arrived, I got to walk through the lobby, where promotional photographs are displayed along with merchandise for sale. Some of those photographs were taken by Maggie, the pro who came that day, and some of them are mine—selected by Roddy and Maggie herself. I’m ridiculously proud of that.
I took photos from the seats during the sound check. Right now, the opening act is finishing up, so it won’t be much longer before the Pythons go onstage. I visited my men in their dressing room earlier, where I took more photos before they initiated me into the backstage version of the mile-high club.
Conal assured me that they’ll be ready for round two once the concert is done. “Performing always gets our motors revving, babe.”
I’m not complaining. Apparently, I’m the kind of woman who gets turned on by having covert sex in a dressing room with strangers just a few feet away on the other side of the door.
I’ll be their number one groupie, now and forever.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m not such a bad fit for this rock-n-roll life after all.
I smile as I take a few shots of the opening band from just offstage, in the wings. I’m pretty confident in my style now, and I’m putting together collections of photos, with an eye to maybe releasing some books in the future. I’m also getting requests now from magazines and websites to license my images. It’s so exciting that my hobby is turning into a career, and it’s so much more rewarding than crunching numbers.
My mom and my sisters and Bliss, along with Ember’s men, are in the audience with VIP passes. So are my in-laws, the Currans. We’re all going out to eat afterwards.
It’s going to be a great night.
