Ducky smiled at her. “Let the old man worry. Last thing I want is any of my clients getting hurt. You’re not just clients, you’re family. And you never know what could happen. You could misjudge the edge of the stage and trip, and there’s also the risk of your instrument hitting someone in the crowd, orsome pervert waiting to put their hands on you!” We all tried not to laugh at his seriousness. Ducky meant well.
I spoke into the microphone again. “Just let Ducky do his job, Carmen. It’s not our fault if he worries himself to death.” Everyone snickered.
“Ha-ha,” Ducky mocked. “You all pay me to be your manager, so let me manage.” He turned to face Carmen. “Miss Carmen, you want to do a stage dive? Then I’m getting extra security. You got a little boy to think about—can’t have you hurting yourself.”
Her smile faded, and we all collectively realized the truth of his words. He wasn’t just worried because Carmen was one of his clients or a meal ticket. He was worried for her son.
“Damn, Ducky, why you gotta go and be all serious?” Carmen sheepishly asked.
He stumbled to the edge of the stage, eyeing the drop. “Because we both know if I don’t, no one will. I’m just looking out for you guys.”
He turned to face her, and she offered him a genuine smile. “Thanks, Ducky.”
He nodded. “Alright now, you all get your stuff together and head back to your dressing rooms. Miss Carmen, you make sure you tell your boy old Ducky said hi.”
Carmen unplugged her guitar and laughed. “Yeah yeah. You need to come by and see him, old timer. He’s been sitting up in that hotel room driving that poor nanny nuts.”
Ducky chuckled to himself. “Crazy little man. Tell you what, after we get back to the hotel, I’ll take you both out. My son-in-law is dropping his boys off for a bit, so José will get to see them again.”
Carmen nodded. “Still can’t believe he called you grandpa.”
Ducky shook his head. “Well, I see him as my grandson.” The two had such a genuine relationship. And Ducky truly did treat Carmen and her son well. Sometimes I wondered if it wasbecause of his daughter’s death, but I never asked. I was just glad Carmen had someone else in her life to help raise her kid. That boy needed more family.
Twila skipped to my side, gripping the strap of my guitar. “Want me to help you pack this away?” she asked energetically. She had been glowing since our shower this morning, little rays of bliss bursting from her body all day long.
It was impossible not to feel the positive energy seeping from her. It was contagious, and I rather enjoyed it. “Be my guest.” I smiled. She squealed as I wrapped my arm around her. My eyes looked past her face and caught Motley’s. He was shaking his head with a smirk. “Well, come on, Motley. Might as well put those little sticks of yours up too. Would be a shame to lose another set.” His eyes flickered.
Motley shadowed Twila and me, silently following us to the storage room. I couldn’t resist taunting him as my hand fell to Twila’s ass, gripping it, knowing he was watching me. Making Motley jealous was always fun, especially knowing he couldn’t do anything but sit and simmer. Call me sadistic.
Twila opened the storage room door and carefully took my guitar. I remained in the doorway, watching as she made her way to the back. Motley stepped close as his breath hit the back of my neck, and I froze. “Think she’ll see the mess we made?” I swallowed. I listened as Motley loudly sucked on his finger and carefully slid his hand under the back of my jeans, his finger reaching my backside while he leaned closer. “My turn to tease you, songbird.” He began to gently finger me from behind, his saliva making it easier for him to enter me. I shivered at his touch, biting back any sounds as they filled my mouth. My teeth clenched hard, my hand gripping the door as my knuckles turned white. I knew no one was around to see, and the way we were positioned kept what Motley was doing a secret, but my veins filled with the anxious idea of being caught.
“Motley,” I whispered through my tightened jaw.
His mouth grazed my ear, and he breathed a little moan. My dick jumped in response. “That’s right, say my name.” His hot, whispered words made my skin burn with desire.
This is fucking torture.
Motley laughed gently. “That’ll teach you to tease me.”
“What’re you two doing?” My body immediately stiffened, and all the blood drained from my face. Twila was standing in the middle of the storage room, eyeing us with a confused look. I knew she couldn’t see what was really happening, but regardless, we still must’ve looked off to her.
Motley leaned back a little and laughed. “Oh, I was just telling Kash a joke I overheard one of the crew members say. I didn’t want to say it too loudly, though, not with a lady present.” Despite his normal tone and behavior, his finger continued, and I sat there suffering. He was too fucking smooth.
Twila shook her head. “I’m telling you, half those crew members are perverts. Hey Motley, want me to put your drumsticks up in the back while I’m here?”
No, you need to come back over here so he’ll stop fingering me! Otherwise, I’m gonna end up coming in my pants, and there’s no fucking sane reason for explaining why that happened!God, I was stressed.
Motley pulled back a little, allowing me to exhale. “Sure!” He then leaned forward, fiercely shoving a second finger inside as he pressed against me and tossed his drumsticks to Twila. His body pressed against mine as he towered over me, and my eyes nearly bulged. “Make sure you put them in thefarback!” he shouted to her. “Wouldn’t want anyone else taking what’s mine!” Twila nodded and pranced to the back, completely oblivious.
My heart pounded in my chest. Motley leaned down, returning to my ear. “Keep that in mind, songbird.” He licked my ear and fingered me for another few moments. “Mine,”he growled. He then grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I could feel drops of excitement dripping down my dick as I swallowed his breath. And just like that, Motley released me, quickly removing his fingers from my body before slapping my ass hard. My frame sunk in his absence. I had to blink a few times, realizing how he had not only teased the shit out of me, but wound me up just to fucking leave me hanging. He was punishing me for toying with him. My hand grabbed my aching bulge.
“Kash?” I spun, whipping my hand back as Twila looked at me. “Everything okay?”
A fake smile broke out across my face. She was oblivious to my swollen dick, thankfully, but I knew I had to get away before it became too obvious. “Yeah, I just have to head back and grab something from my dressing room real quick! I’ll meet you outside by the car!” Before she could even form a syllable, I had bolted from the storage room doorway and was nearly sprinting to my dressing room.
Pull yourself together! That was way too fucking close!
Truthfully, as mad as I was at the risk of being seen with Motley’s hand down my pants, I think I was more mad that he was punishing me. And that I liked it.
