While I jack him off, I lift one of my feet to rest beside his knees, giving me a better angle, and when he cries out, I know I’ve found his prostate again. Holding that position, I nail his prostate over and over again and stroke his cock in rhythm with my thrusts.

  “Are you close?” I ask as my balls draw up, and a tingling sensation covers my entire body, letting me know it won’t be long before I’m filling him up.

  “S-sooo close,” he tells me, and I pick up the speed of my hand.

  After a few more strokes, warm liquid covers my fist and shoots onto my leather couch, and Bennett shouts, “Fuuuck.”

  He comes, and his channel clamps around me, sending me over the edge with him. My orgasm is so intense it steals my breath and pulls a deep, guttural growl from me as I fill him with my cum.

  Once I’ve emptied my balls, I lean over him and hold him until my breathing has evened.

  “That was amazing,” I whisper when I can speak again, and Bennett nods with a sex- drunk look on his face.

  I gently slide out of him, watching in awe as my cum drips from his hole. “So hot,” I murmur, using my thumb to push it back in and smirk as he shivers from being oversensitive.

  “It feels so slippery and messy,” Bennett notes as more of my cum slides down his legs.

  “You like it, though, right?” I check.

  “Oh yes. I can’t wait until I get to fill you.”

  A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced that, but I bet it will be even better with Bennett.

  “Do you want a shower before we go to sleep?” I ask.

  “Yes. I need to wash the cum out of my ass.”

  I kiss his cheek and say, “Why don’t you run up and get started? I want to wipe down the couch quickly. I think dried cum is going to be harder to clean.”

  “Good thinking. Also, thank God for leather couches,” Bennett says, carefully walking away with funny steps as he clenches his ass cheeks.

  I can’t help but laugh at the sight, but there is also this heady feeling that I’m the reason he’s walking like that. It’s my load in his ass that he’s trying to keep in and fuck, that’s hot. Now I’m dying to know what it will feel like to be filled with Bennett’s load.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Bennett

  The parking lot is empty except for the line of buses and a few random vehicles, and I’m on high alert. Some belong to the paparazzi, while others are just passing through to drop people off. I was warned that at least a few paparazzi would be here today, but the sight of them has my skin crawling.

  I understand they have a job to do, but almost none respect boundaries, which bothers me.

  “Ready for your first tour?” Archer asks, and I nod.

  I still can’t believe how fast the past few weeks have flown by.

  My sexy country music star’s face is lit up with pure joy and excitement. It eases my nerves a little. The way his full lips are turned upright has me desperate to kiss him, but I have to refrain for now. If I pulled him into me, someone would certainly snap a picture, and I’m not ready to be under a microscope yet. That will come eventually, but I like that only those closest to us know about our relationship.

  My parents were ecstatic when I called them, and my mom was immediately fishing to see how serious we were about each other. I wouldn’t be surprised if she starts asking about grandchildren in the near future.

  Two weeks isn’t a long time to be with someone, but somehow, it’s enough time for me to know I don’t ever want to let Archer go. He makes my days brighter and fills them with laughter and light, not to mention the unbelievable sex.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I reply dryly, hating how grumpy the words come across because it causes Archer’s smile to drop. I quickly add, “Don’t lose that smile. I’m just anxious about this whole thing.”

  He visibly relaxes a little. “I understand you’re looking out for me, but we haven’t heard anything from the creepy stalker since the last tour ended. Let’s take no news as good news,” he pleads, and I sigh with a short nod.

  I don’t hold the same sentiments, but there’s no use in arguing. I just have to be on my A-game while we are away from home. This whole tour would have been canceled if I had it my way. Traveling from city to city adds a bunch of variables I don’t like, but I trust my team and know we can keep Archer and the rest of his band as safe as humanly possible. I’m pretty sure most of my apprehension right now is my feelings for Archer. Who wouldn’t want to keep their boyfriend safe?

  I’m confident we’ll do our best, but shit happens. That’s what worries me the most.

  “Who’s ready to rock?” Landon yells as he struts over to us.

  “It’s too early for you to be so loud,” Aria grumbles from where she is leaning against the bus, going over some notes on her tablet.

  “Don’t try to dampen my excitement,” he argues.

  Aria pinches the bridge of her nose and walks over to us. “I know you’re a bodyguard, but is there any chance you’re a hired hitman on the side because I could use that kind of service right about now,” she whispers, making sure it’s loud enough for Landon to hear.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t, but I might know a guy,” I tell her with a shrug and a wink.

  “And here I thought we were gonna be friends,” Landon whines.

  “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to bite the hand that feeds you?” I ask him. “I’m completely aware that Aria is the one who runs things around here. There is no way I want to get on her bad side.”

  Landon pouts, and Aria kisses my cheek. “I knew I liked you,” she says into my ear but is holding eye contact with Landon. “Smart guys are hot.”

  Archer’s brows are lifted when I glance his way, and he’s giving me a what the fuck is happening stare.

  I twist my lips, silently replying I have no idea because I really don’t. If I were to take a wild guess, I’d say Landon and Aria are hiding something, like a secret relationship. I could be completely off base, but I make a mental note to ask Archer if they’ve always been like this because the animosity between the two of them is coming across like a bad act.

  Thankfully, the rest of the conversations aren’t too awkward as we wait for Joseph and Brandon. Once they arrive, everyone gets settled on the bus, and I excuse myself to brief my team after giving Archer a quick peck on the lips that has his face lighting up with desire.

  I’m seriously beginning to second-guess my decision about keeping things under wraps because I want him to see that look all the time. Maybe it would be best to come out with it now because keeping my hands to myself in public isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

  “Hey, boss man,” Rip greets when I exit the bus.

  “Everyone ready for a quick recap of what is expected today?” I check with my team, and they all nod. “Rip, you will be on the main bus with me. Henley and Michael, you will be on the first crew bus, and Carter and Cole, you will be on the second crew bus.”

  The team is already aware of this information, but I always like to give reminders. It keeps communication open and minds clear.

  “Whenever stops are made, one of you must get off first to confirm it is safe, and the other will bring up the rear. Earpieces are to be worn at all times when we are not on the buses, and your phones are not to be shut off for any reason. If I need to get a hold of you, you better be available. Other than that, today is an easy day of traveling. Remember, I’m always available for a call or text if you think there is information I need to know about.”

  Everyone nods in response, and I smile. “Thanks for being a part of this. You are all amazing men, and I’m positive you will do your best to ensure this tour runs smoothly without any hiccups.”

  With those parting words, most my team walks away to climb onto their assigned buses, and Rip follows me for a final walk around.

  Once I’m confident nothing looks out of order, we enter the bus where the band waits.

  “Are we good to go?” Leo, the lead bus driver, asks after I close the door.

  “Everything looks good on my end,” I confirm.

  He smiles and grabs his walkie-talkie to let the rest of the drivers know it’s time to head out.

  “This is a snazzy bus,” Rip notes, looking around at the posh interior of an extremely expensive tour bus.

  “Welcome to the life of the rich and the famous,” Aria teases. “You were already shown which bunk is yours, right?”

  “Yes, ma’am, Bennett showed me when I arrived this morning.”

  Aria places her hand on her chest and fakes a gasp. “I am nowhere near old enough to be a ma’am. Please do me a favor and never call me that again.”

  Rip chuckles nervously, grabbing the back of his neck, and his cheeks are turning a light shade of red. I’m not sure if he’s concerned that he actually offended Aria or if it’s an attraction thing. “Sorry, would you like me just to call you Aria?”

  “Yes, please,” she says with a megawatt grin, giving his cheek a quick peck of appreciation. “Now, come meet the rest of the crew.”

  Rip follows her like a lost puppy, and I can’t help but think this could be a disaster. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that this doesn’t turn into some sort of awkward love triangle between Rip, Aria, and Landon. If worse comes to worse, I can get another member of our team to switch places with him, but hopefully, it won’t come to that. I like working closely with Rip. My entire team is amazing, and I trust them all with my life, but there is something about how Rip and I work together that makes him an easy choice as my second-in-command.

  Aria introduces Rip to everyone, and I sit next to Archer, who beams at me and gives me a quick kiss before getting comfortable for the drive ahead.

  Archer holds my hand as everyone talks, and it’s crazy how at ease we are right now. You’d think it would be awkward now that we are out of our little bubble, but everyone on this bus knows about and supports us, so it’s like an extension of that bubble.

  Once we go public, I’m sure it will be a different story.

  Thankfully, peaceful moments like this ease some of the stress I’m under and will continue to be until we figure out who the stalker is and get him arrested.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Archer

  The stadium is bustling with workers setting up the stage and making sure everything is perfect for our concert tonight. I love the busy environment almost as much as I love the energy the crowd gives off.

  Touring takes a lot out of a person, but there is almost a high you receive when you hear your fans screaming all the words to every song. It’s what I live for. Writing and recording are cathartic and what pays most of the bills but performing is what fills my soul.

  “Why is there a shrimp platter on the buffet table?” Aria asks a lady with a venomous tone.

  “Oh shit,” I whisper to Bennett, who lifts a brow at me, obviously wondering what’s going on. “Landon has a severe shellfish allergy, and Aria is very diligent about noting that anytime we hire a caterer.”

  Bennett’s eyes go wide. “If they didn’t listen to the instructions, there is a possibility of cross-contamination.”

  I nod, my stomach rolling at the possibility of one of my band members getting seriously sick because of an oversight like this.

  “I’m sorry. I’m just the delivery person,” the lady says, her voice shaking.

  “Take it all back,” Aria demands. “I’ll call Marla and inform her that she won’t be getting paid the remainder of the contracted amount, and we’ll also be requesting our deposit back. This is unacceptable. One of the band members could have been sent to the hospital over this.”

  The lady nods and rushes to pack up the food.

  “What are you going to do?” I ask, walking toward my sister.

  “Call every pizza joint in town and see what they can do,” she says with defeat.

  I place my hand on her shoulder and give it a squeeze. “You’ve got this,” I reassure her.

  She offers me a small smile. “I know, it’s always disappointing when things like this happen. Can you let the band know supper will be late?”

  “I’ve got you covered,” I reply and head to the dressing rooms.

  “Is supper ready?” Brando asks when I step into the shared space area.

  I shake my head. “Sorry, there was an issue with the caterer. They had a shrimp platter on the table.” Brando gasps, completely aware of how bad that is. “So now Aria has to find a last-minute replacement.”

  “Shit,” Brando replies. “At least I’ve got a bag of chips to tide me over for now.”

  “Aria always comes through, but this is gonna put things behind a little.”

  “What’s behind?” Landon questions as he enters the room with Joseph and Rip behind him.

  “Supper. The caterer fucked up and somehow missed the note about your allergy,” I tell him.

  Landon growls and balls his fists at his side. “Seriously? Who the fuck does that? I know exactly how Aria words her emails, and it’s impossible to miss.”

  I get why he’s pissed. An incident last year sent him to the hospital and had him missing two shows. Thankfully, the bass player of the opening band was able to fill in for us, but it wasn’t ideal.

  “I’ll be more diligent going forward,” Aria assures everyone, appearing in the doorway.

  “This wasn’t your fault,” I remind her.

  She sighs. “I know it wasn’t my fault, but it still happened. So, from now on, I’m going to do more research on the caterers we use. I’m going to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. I’m sorry.”

  Landon shakes his head, grabbing her hand. “Don’t blame yourself. Clearly, you caught the mistake before I got sick, and I’m assuming you already have more food on the way.”

  Aria’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and she nods, not pulling her hand away from Landon’s, which is interesting.

  “More food is on its way. I was able to find a restaurant not far from here that doesn’t have any shellfish on site. They promised an amazing platter, so fingers crossed that the food is decent. It should be here in about an hour and a half.”

  “See? You’ve got us covered, so stop beating yourself up.”

  When Landon drops my sister’s hand, he continues to stare at her with a look of adoration. If they think they are fooling anyone with their fake fighting, they’ve got another thing coming.

  It’s obvious they are trying to hide their feelings for each other but are doing a piss-poor job of it. I’ll have to bug her about it when we are alone.

  “Is the audio team ready for us to do a sound check now?” I ask Aria, wanting to fill the time with something productive.

  “I’ll check and get back to you soon,” she replies, rushing out of the room.

  “What’s going on with you and Aria?” Brando asks the question I’m sure the majority of us are thinking.

  “Nothing,” he scoffs, but none of us are buying it. “She’s like an annoying sister, but I didn’t want her feeling bad about this.”

  “Suuure,” Joseph says with a smirk.

  Landon rolls his eyes. “Believe what you want, but nothing is going on between Aria and me.”

  “And the sky is green,” Bennett adds, which has everyone but Landon busting a gut.

  Landon flips us the bird and grumbles something under his breath about us being a bunch of assholes.

  “The audio team is ready for you,” Aria announces, sticking her head into the room.

  “Come on, let’s go make sure we sound amazing,” I call out and follow Aria to the stage with Bennett at my side and Rip following behind the rest of the band.

  I thought it would be awkward as hell having this much security, but it’s oddly comforting. Maybe that’s because I love having Bennett with me at all times, or it’s because I’m extremely confident that he won’t let anyone hurt me. I’m still not as anxious as everyone else about my stalker problem, but if they do try to get to me, they won’t get far.

  Arriving at the stage, I smile at the roadie who hands me my guitar and walk out to where a microphone is waiting. I make sure my in-ear monitors are in properly and wait for the cue to start.

  Even though there isn’t a crowd yet, I’m already getting the adrenaline rush of performing, and I allow myself to get lost in the song.

  Once everything is confirmed to be working as it should, we head back to our shared space and wait for the food to arrive.

  The only thing that could make this day better would be the ability to hold hands with Bennet in public. I hate that I’m having to spend hours not touching him because I’m craving it more than I thought I would. At least in private, we get to be together, which matters most to me.

  I never would have guessed I would become the clingy boyfriend type. I want to ask Bennett if he feels the same way, but I don’t want to pressure him into something he’s not ready for. We said we would wait to make our relationship public, and I want to respect his wishes. But if it so happens that Bennett is willing to throw caution to the wind, nothing would make me happier than to shout about our relationship from the rooftops.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Bennett

  So far, tonight has gone perfectly, besides the shellfish incident, but my hackles are up as the meet and greet draws closer. Obviously, this event has been planned with my team for some time now, but that doesn’t make me less anxious.

  Before the main event starts, the band is meeting with Brando’s cousin, Chase, to sign a few things for a charity auction his university is putting on. At least that gives me time to breathe before I’ll be on extra high alert.

  “Look at you, growing up way too fast,” Brando says to his cousin as he walks into the main lounge area.

  The two men hug each other, then Brando turns toward me. “This is my little cousin, Chase,” he introduces.

  “Nice to meet you. The Koala’s killed it last year,” I say, mentioning his college football team. “You’re quite the quarterback. Do you plan on going pro once you’re eligible?”

 

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