One night standards, p.17
One Night Standards, page 17
“No, they didn’t.” Laughing, Lyle taps my shoulder and points to the huge banner at the top of the bar that says “Booze + Bad Decisions = Baby.” “This is awesome.”
“We decided to make the soft opening double as you and Lyle’s baby shower.” Raven scampers over in her heels to give me a hug. “Believe it or not, Anika planned the whole thing.”
“Really?” I say, my eyes combing the room until they land on hers. “You would organize my baby shower in a bar!” I shout, feigning offense.
She shrugs and laughs. Our relationship is slowly becoming less strained.
“Yeah,” Aiden says, coming out of the woodwork. “We’re real classy around here, sweet cheeks. Get used to it.”
“Did you know about this?” I twist my head to question my husband while Aiden squeezes the breath out of me.
He shakes his head, smiling ear to ear. “Just as shocked as you are.”
I scan the room, taking in all the faces that have quickly become familiar since moving here. The guys and their wives, of course. Anika. The security team and road crew and their wives. Then my eyes land on my three closest friends standing off to the side, and I do a double take. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest with pure joy.
Abandoning my husband, I run over and say hello. “What are y’all doing here?”
“Anika invited us.” Darci beams.
“We wouldn’t have missed your baby shower for the world.” Margo immediately reaches out to touch the bump. “You’re really starting to pop, chick.”
“Hush,” Lizzie’s chastises. “She looks amazing.”
“I can’t believe you guys are here.” I fan my eyes, trying to dry the mounting tears before they drag mascara down my face. Once I’ve regained my composure, I bring my besties over to meet my new friends.
They instantly hit it off. Even Anika is pleasant. Guess you only get the royal treatment from that one when you’re dating a member of the band.
“What’s your glass say?” I take Darci’s mimosa from her hand, smiling at the inscription. “Poppin’ Bottles” on one side and “Showering baby Livingston” on the other.
“Cute, right?” Korie gushes. “The guys got Koozies that say, ‘There’s a baby brewing.’” She snorts.
“This is too much.” I laugh when I see the boys and Anika engaged in an intense game of “Binkie Pong.” “Who knew alcohol themed baby showers were a thing?”
“If there’s something booze themed, this gang’ll find it, all right,” Lizzie muses.
“What are you looking at?” I ask, following my sister-in-law’s line of sight. “Or should I say who?”
“Oh, my God. Stop staring.” Her cheeks flame.
“You got a thing for Frank, bestie?”
“Shut up.” She elbows me in the arm, tearing her eyes away from where he’s posted near the door.
I throw my hands out in surrender. “Just saying, I could probably arrange a date.”
“Don’t bother.” She sighs.
“Why not? Frank’s great.”
“He is,” she agrees. “But he’s also permanently stationed in Nashville now that the band is, and I’m in California.” She shrugs. “Not really into the whole long-distance thing. I have the kids back home, and my parents would die if I moved them away. It’s just not a good idea to start something that could never go anywhere.”
“Good dick is always a good idea,” Raven offers, listening intently to our conversation. “But remember, ladies.” She points up to the sign above head. “Booze plus bad decisions makes babies.”
“Speaking of,” Nick says, coming up behind his wife, “have another, pretty girl.” He swaps her empty glass out for a fresh mimosa.
“Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, Mr. Potter?”
“Mmmhmm…” He nibbles along the curve of her neck, giving me the damn goosies.
“Woo,” Darci says fanning herself with a stack of napkins. “I don’t know about you,” she says to Raven. “But I think I just got pregnant.”
Margo nods, and holds out her glass. “Hear hear!”
“What are we toasting to?” Ray asks, her glass hovering in the air.
“To you and this fine man here reproducing.” The redheaded minx rolls her tongue.
Nick reaches around his wife forcibly tapping her glass with Margo’s. “We’ll drink to that.”
Raven’s head whips around in his direction. “The hell we will!”
“Testing, testing,” Anika says into the mic, putting an end to the pregnancy negotiations. “At this time, we’d like to call the parents up to open gifts!”
Lyle and I share a smile before walking up and taking the chairs in the center of the stage.
“You can open mine first since it was my idea.” Anika waves a hand at someone backstage. Her enthusiasm surprises the heck out of me.
Reginald comes out with an enormous wicker basket filled with neutral-colored baby items and sets it on the floor in front of us.
“This is so much.” My chest squeezes as my husband and I begin simultaneously holding up items. There are muslin receiving blankets in every shade of white, cream, and tan. A lamb lovie so soft, I can’t help but rub it on my cheek. The most adorable hand knit, stuffed giraffe ever made. Neutral sleepers and bibs and burp cloths. And… “Bows?”
Annie shrugs. “Just in case…if not you can hold on to them for the next one.” She winks.
Thank you, I mouth before continuing. Beneath all the cloth items are bath products, and diaper creams, pacifier holders, and books galore.
“Oh my gosh.” I take the box of Kleenex Darci runs up to deliver and begin sopping up my tears. “Thank you so much, Anika.”
“You’re welcome.” One of those rare but radiant smiles graces her face. “Just be warned—I don’t do diapers or throw up. Or crying!” She cringes. “I just like looking at them and dressing ’em up.”
I snort. “Noted.”
“She’s not kidding,” Korie says, racing to the stage so she can be next. She stands there waiting eagerly while I rip the paper off. “The Baby Rocker LEVO is a must!” She starts pointing out all the features on the fancy baby seat. “Hadley napped in this thing for months!”
“Thanks so much, Kor.”
She gives me a hug then exits stage left.
One after another, our friends come up bearing gifts for our little one. An Ergobaby carrier, more blankets, and so many diapers. Teethers, including an enormous rubber giraffe called Sophie that’s apparently all the rage. A handmade wood rocking horse that will match perfectly with the neutral tones of our nursery.
“Who did this?” I ask when I open a NoseFrida Snotsucker without a card.
Darci’s maniacal laughter instantly gives her away.
“I will not be sucking baby bean’s boogers through a tube. Thankyouverymuch.”
“What in the redneck…” Lyle snatches the box from my hand and literally starts gagging before he finishes reading the back. “Darci…” He shakes his head. “You’re wrong for that.”
Just as my husband and I stand to give our heartfelt thank you speech to the group as a whole, Aiden comes running up with a gift bag. He hands it over to Lyle, bringing a hand to his chest, huffing for breath. “Saved the best for last.”
Oh Lord.
Lyle reaches in the bag and pulls out a book. “The Pregnancy Kama Sutra,” he reads, then jumps up and gives his buddy a one-armed man-hug-back-slap. “Bro, I can always count on you to put my needs first.”
“From your former wingman.” Aiden beats a fist to his chest. “I gotchu!”
“Let me see that.” I snatch it out of my husband’s hand, flipping through a few pages. “This is…ummm…explicit.”
“I expect a full report on each position.” Aiden wags a bossy finger at me.
I scoff. “There’s no way we’re trying all of these.”
“How ’bout a little wager?” Lyle has that look on his face that clearly says he’s up to no good.
“I’m listening…”
“If the baby turns out to be a boy, I can pick any position from that book, and you can’t say no.” He raises his brows. “If it’s a girl, the choice is yours.”
“Bet,” I say holding out my hand to shake on it.
“Ooo, hoo, hoo, hooo,” my husband sings, reaching back. “Better start prepping that no-no hole now, love.”
“Funny you should mention that.” Aiden hands Lyle another gift bag. “It’s cock rings and butt plugs and such.”
What the boozy baby shower hell have I just gotten myself in to?
“How’s it going in here?”
I cease playing at the welcome interruption. “Good.” A huge smile splits my face as I look over at my sexy wife, lurking in the doorway of the soundproof rehearsal room.
I decided to come in early to make use of the practice space at Booze & Bad Decisions, since our home studio is still in the works. Sammi and I were the first to arrive, but the staff have slowly been trickling in, preparing for tonight’s grand opening. This place is going to be a complete madhouse.
I can’t wait.
“Is it okay if I stay and watch?”
“Of course.” I urge her inside with a tilt of my head. “Close that door behind you, babe.”
It swiftly clicks shut, followed by the scrape of the lock as it slips into place. My pulse starts thumping over the implication of that sound. My girl came here for a hell of a lot more than a private concert.
The little seductress slinks over to where I’m standing with my foot perched on the amp. “I’ve always loved watching you play.” Her voice is low and raspy, her eyes full of fire. “Remember when I used to watch you in your garage for hours after school?”
“I do.” I clear my throat, picking up on a hint of mischief as I stare into those bottomless blue orbs.
She lifts a hand to my nape, her delicate touch causing the hairs to stand on end. “It used to make me so hot.”
“Did it?” My dick rises to attention, becoming uncomfortably tight in these concert jeans. I take the fingers still clutching the pick in my right hand and tip her chin up.
“Yes.” Her response is breathy.
I lean forward, running my tongue over the seam of her lips. “I knew.”
She sucks in a breath.
“Just like I know that pretty pussy’s dripping for me right now.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she slowly nods, confirming my assumption. “Want a taste?” She bites the pick, snatching it from my fingers and spitting it to the floor as she guides my hand beneath her denim miniskirt.
“Fuck,” she moans, clutching my shoulders and buckling at the knees when I pass a finger along her slit, coating it in her arousal.
“Where are your panties, ma’am?”
“In my purse.” She smiles sheepishly. “Took them off before I came in here.”
“That’s some confidence.” My tone is teasing. In truth, I love that she possesses such blind faith that she can count on me to tend to her needs.
“Mmmhmm,” she squeaks as I make another swipe through her slick folds, eliciting a full body chill to flow through her. She’s so responsive to my touch. It’s a boost my ego doesn’t need but greedily feeds on just the same.
I lock eyes with my wife’s before bringing the digit to my mouth and sucking it clean. Fuck, that’s good.
A delicate moan escapes through her slightly parted lips as she stares wantonly. There’s no hiding the fact that she’s turned on as she brazenly watches me sample her dessert.
“Sit.” The lone word is a firm command, one she’s all too eager to oblige. Her ravenous eyes scan the mostly empty room.
“Where?”
I tap my foot on the speaker. “Right here.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, she perches on the edge of the box.
“Close your eyes, love.”
Once she complies, I start the intro to the next track, slow and low, building in intensity as the tempo picks up. Heat surges to my dick as I watch her cleavage trembling with the vibration.
I continue to play, watching with rapt fascination as her head rolls back and soft moans begin to spill from her red-painted lips.
“Unbutton your top for me, angel.” My voice is raw with unfettered need.
Resting back on one hand, she brings the other to the front of her blouse, slowly popping each of the little pearl buttons open.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I growl, picking the strings while she desperately begins grinding down on the speaker. Her full breasts bounce, nearly spilling over the top of her black lace bra as she undulates those sexy little hips.
“Lyle,” she whimpers, past the point of desperation. She’s begging for relief that I have every intention to deliver. But not yet.
I haven’t had my fill. This right here…this is my ultimate fantasy brought to life. Countless times I’ve imagined her just like this, splayed over my amp while I play her to completion. Every note that vibrates up my arm is simultaneously reverberating through her pussy.
She’s my marionette and I her puppet master, bringing her to life with a pluck of my string.
“Touch it,” I urge, reaching the climax of the song. “Play with your pussy, baby. I wanna watch you while you watch me.”
Eyes locked to mine, she hikes her skirt, spreading her legs so I have a clear view of her rolling her fingers over her swollen nub.
“No one can hear you,” I pant, reminding her she’s free to let lose. “Let me hear you.”
I play harder, thrusting into my bass while watching her pump two fingers in and out of her slick center. “Ffff—uck…” The profanity rips from her chest. Loud and uninhibited, she hits a crescendo as she rocks into her own hand.
“Pop those tits out for me, Li’l Bit.” My voice is pure gravel.
She lifts them out of the cups. Her nipples are rosy and fully extended, begging for attention.
“Fuck,” I growl, setting my bass aside and dropping to my knees. My blood is on fire as I crawl between her parted thighs. “Tweak those nipples,” I encourage, blowing on her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
I spread her lower lips apart with two fingers, lapping up every drop of her arousal while she grinds into my face.
“I want you to come too.” Her voice is a panting plea as she grips two fists full of my hair and pulls. “Come in me, please. I want to feel you dripping inside me while you’re on that stage tonight.” She moans loudly while I bite down on her clit, rocking into my face at a frantic pace.
“I want…” She loses the ability to speak when I add a finger to the mix, pumping it in and out of her pussy while flitting my tongue over her tender flesh. “I want the evidence of this moment soaking my panties, reminding me who you belong to while watching those girls toss theirs at you on stage.”
With a savage growl, I rise to my knees. My muscles tense as I rip the button of my jeans open, lower the zipper, and wrench my erection out.
Lining up our centers, I slam into her dripping pussy in one hard thrust. Her warm walls tighten around my cock, squeezing me with a vice grip. Slowly her pussy starts pulsing around me, caressing my shaft with a velvet touch.
I dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, gripping her while grinding deep.
“Yes!” she screams, bucking her hips when I hit just the right spot. “God, Lyle, Oh, yeah—harder.”
The sight of her fingers pinching her nipples, still shiny from playing with her pussy has me ready to bust.
It’s a struggle, but I refrain, studying her facial expressions, watching and waiting to unleash fully until her entire body is trembling with her impending release.
Only then do I let go, pounding rhythmically into her, spurred on by her passionate screams.
Fiery heat travels through my shaft. Like a coiled spring, my muscles contract, as I battle against nature in a fight to hold out until her climax hits. She clenches around me, moaning and thrashing, begging me to fall with her.
Sweet relief fires off in spurts as we tumble together in perfect harmony. The first one hard and fast, each subsequent gush waning in intensity.
Spent, I fall to my back, bringing her with me, my dick still buried to the hilt.
I’m lost in a state of complete bliss while she slowly rocks over me, milking every drop of her orgasm. She rides out every wave until, thoroughly sated, she collapses on my chest.
We lay there on the carpet, still joined, our hearts beating to the same erratic rhythm. There’s no sound apart from our labored breaths and the occasional smooch of our lips.
“How bad is it?” she finally asks, picking her head up so I can assess the damage to her makeup.
I swipe a thumb beneath her lip, picking up a little runaway lipstick. “Your face still looks great… Might wanna do something with this though…” I make a point of trying to comb my fingers through her hair. They get stuck about midway down.
“I’m getting off now,” she warns, hiking her skirt all the way up as not to get any mess on it before easing up and off.
She retrieves the package of wet wipes from her purse, passing me a few before cleaning herself up and slipping back into her panties.
“Here.” She tries to hand me another wad of wipes. “You should probably clean your mouth and chin.”
“What for?” I goad.
Her eyes shut and she shakes her head. “So you don’t smell like my vagina on stage.”
I scrunch my nose as if considering it. “Nah,” I finally say, puckering my lips and taking a long whiff. “Think I’ll leave it…”
“How you doin’ tonight, Nashville?”
The packed house goes wild in response to Rhett’s intro.
“That’s good,” he answers. “Well, we’re doing real good too. Super excited you’ve all come out to celebrate the grand opening of our new stomping grounds.”
He pauses for a series of screams and cat calls before continuing. “As you know, me and the guys have been doing this gig for a while now, out on the road.” He turns to face the band in silent acknowledgment. “Don’t worry, we aren’t planning to sell the tour buses just yet.” He winks. “But we certainly look forward to scaling back. It means everything to us to have your support in this new endeavor.”
