Motley laughed. “You know you like it.” He pushed away from the doorway and approached me. “But I think something else of mine is all over you, songbird.” He kissed me roughly and spoke into my mouth. “All over your skin and all inside your tight body.” Fuck, was he horny? Wait, was I?
My body instinctively melted into Motley’s as his hands wrapped around me. I would’ve bent over and let him fuck me right then and there if my sanity hadn’t suddenly returned. “Wait.” I pulled back. “Twila—what if she wakes up and finds us alone?”
Motley eyed me closely with a cocky grin. “And?” He stepped closer and released a low, vibrating growl next to my ear. “Mmmm. Don’t tell me after everything we did tonight, that you’re suddenly shy to fuck me around your girl?” His hand gently stroked my shaft, and I was suddenly aware of just how hard I was. “Come on, Kash. Let me have one-on-one time withyou. I think I’ve earned that.” Every nerve in my body screamed for him. And I was too weak to fight my urges.
An aggressive desire took control, and I gripped his neck. I moved his body towards the sink and slammed him into it. Motley smiled and watched me as he stretched back against the sink. My grip remained firm, and I leaned forward, his body between my legs, and hovered my mouth above his. “Just try to keep quiet, drummer boy.”
Motley’s blue eyes sparkled. “Yes, daddy.”
TWILA
The sound of running water and hot steam filled the room as it woke me from my deep sleep. My body ached, and I tried to roll when I noticed the light from the crack of the bathroom door seeping through the hot motel room. God, it felt like I must’ve crashed hard. I guess I really needed it if I fell asleep so easily. “Kash?” I groaned. No answer. I searched the bed for him, but he wasn’t there. “Baby?” I tried to sit up and look around, but the immediate physical reminder of what happened earlier in the night slowly hit me. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. I was unbelievably sore. “What the—” My eyes snapped wide open, and I gasped at my sudden memory. I had sex. Not with Kash, but KashandMotley. Both of them. The three of us had been together in many ways, some just me and Kash or Motley, and some of just…them. Vivid snippets of Kash and Motley played through my memory,and I felt a small pulse between my legs. It was so strange to envision myself with another man. Especially as Kash watched and encouraged me. But seeing Kash with another man? Well, it was oddly, and surprisingly, hot. I found myself enjoying it more than I ever expected. And I think…Kash did too. He seemed to really like watching Motley fuck me. But he really seemed to enjoy fucking him.
How interesting.
I twisted the motel sheet in my hand at the pleasing memories while I played with a strand of my hair.
But if we were all here together, where are they now? Where is Kash? Or Motley? Are they… No, they wouldn’t be together without me. Would they? Would Kash do that? Would he want to be with Motley without me? No…he doesn’t like men. Or, so I think. Wait, does he? No. I-I’m only feeling this way because of my own insecurities. Kash wouldn’t do that to me.
Soft laughter stretched from the bathroom door and pulled my attention to it. Steam and light poured from the cracked door, and my curiosity got the better of me. I grabbed a handful of the sheet and wrapped myself in it as I tiptoed quietly to the door. I peeked through the sliver and immediately noticed Motley. He was on the floor with his head dipped over the side of the bathroom tub. Kash was straddling him as Motley’s hands wrapped around his waist. It wouldn’t be such a shocking thing to stumble across if the men weren’t both naked. And smiling.
Kash? What’re you two doing?
I watched as Kash picked up a small bottle of shampoo and poured it into his hands. He began to wash Motley’s hair as the two talked quietly to one another. My gut told me they were talking about me, so I leaned closer to listen.
I could barely make out Kash’s voice. “I’m telling you, she’s more understanding than you think.”
Who was he talking about? Wait, was he actually talking about me? But if so, what would I be so understanding of?
I leaned closer to hear better while Motley rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine someone easily willing to share their significant other. I mean, it was fun, don’t get me wrong. But I-I just don’t think I could do that all the time. I just—it’s not my thing, Kash.”
His thing? What thing? What were they talking about?
Kash delicately scrubbed Motley’s hair. The shampoo suds were changing from white to purple, presumably from his hair dye. “So you’re not going to give it a chance? Even if it meant it was the only way to be?—”
Motley shot forward and almost knocked Kash over. “Enough, Kash. We had our fun, but that’s all it was. Fun. Besides, you know I can’t keep sharing.” Nothing they said made any sense.
Kash stepped back and stood up as he shook the suds from his palms. “Damn it, Motley. We were so close.”
What are they even talking about?
Motley stood abruptly and glared at Kash. “Maybeyouwere close to getting everythingyouwanted. But not me. That’s not what I want.” Motley stepped closer to Kash. “You know what I want.” The two were so close. So oddly close. And the look they held, the way they were so intently locked on one another, was similar to the one they had earlier tonight. When it was just them.
I watched Kash and Motley closely while they stood there. Something was hanging heavily between the two men. Something…intense. But what? What could be between them? Was it some dark secret? Something only they knew? But what? What would make them look at each other in such a way? What could be so intense that—wait. ”Kash.” My whispered breath must’ve been louder than I anticipated, because both mensnapped their heads towards the bathroom door. I quickly took a step back, but it was too late.
Motley swung the door open as purple-tinted bubbles trailed down his cheeks and the color drained from my face. “Oh, um, hey, Twila. I’m sorry, did we wake you?” He looked back at Kash, who seemed just as shocked as I was.
I shook my head. “No! I–I—” God, I felt so unexpectedly embarrassed. Like I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been.
Kash stepped forward and hugged me. “I’m sorry, babygirl. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He pulled back and sweetly brushed the hair from my face. God, he was always so gentle with me. So sweet and perfect. But the look he had in his eyes told me something was off. Different. This wasn’t the same Kash who reached his hand out into the crowd and pulled me on stage. He wasn’t the same man who picked me—chose to love me. The rockstar who spent so much of his time teaching me how to play guitar so I could shine next to him. This wasn’t him. But why?
“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt—” Why were my eyes beginning to water? I didn’t do anything wrong!
Kash’s eyes widened. “Interrupt? No! Baby, you’re fine. I was just helping Motley wash out that damn hair dye, that’s all. Man, you should’ve seen how messy we were after everything.” He smiled at me with that intoxicating smile he always had. God, why was he so beautiful? So fucking perfect? “I mean, well, look for yourself.” His eyes fell down my naked body, and I nearly shivered. I almost didn’t hear what he said. Kash grinned and pointed at me.
I made a face. “What?” Kash walked me past Motley and towards the mirror. He wiped the steam from it, and I nearly busted out in laughter. Motley’s purple hair dye was all over my face and hair, alongside some of Kash’s stage makeup and smears of my lipstick. “Oh my gosh, I’m such a mess!” I turned toface him. “You boys must’ve been really messy too, huh?” They exchanged an odd look. Motley tried to hide a smile as he hung his head and dripped shampoo onto the motel bathroom floor.
Kash rubbed my arms and completely avoided my question. “Why don’t you get in the shower and clean yourself up?”
