kicked the dirt told me something was bothering him. I swallowed hard, wondering if he was going along with this because it's what the rest of the band signed on for. It wouldn't be the first time but it would be the first time it pissed me off. This wasn't a song on an album or an appearance; this was spending time with my family. It really was more than I ever could have asked of any of them.
“Jon?” I walked over to him, ducking my head so my eyes met his. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it's just...they're so different from what you said. You sure you're okay with this?” And there was the doubt I'd been waiting for. The hint that I'd exaggerated my family's feelings to keep the guys away from them. It pissed me off but not enough to get into it with him.
“Yes, I'm sure. Now can we please get them out of here? It's been a hell of a day and I need to sleep.”
I started to regret riding home with Colton about an hour into the ride as I felt myself nodding off. Falling asleep on a motorcycle at eighty miles per hour was a good way to get yourself killed and I knew it. I squeezed my arms around his middle to get his attention and signaled that we needed to find an exit.
“Everything okay?” Typically Colton would have been the first to say it was time for a break. I loved riding and could do it for hours on a normal day.
“Yeah, but I need some coffee. I'm going to call Mark and let him know what's going on so they don't worry.” I ran my fingers through my hair to comb the wind-blown ends as Colton watched me intently. The look in his eyes would have been creepy coming from anyone but him. “You want anything?”
“Nah, I'm good,” he yawned. I turned back as I walked to the store and saw him stretching. The flutters came back to my stomach as his leather jacket and t-shirt lifted to show a glimpse of his stomach.
Colton laughed as I did jumping jacks in the parking lot once my twenty ounce coffee was gone. I was willing to do anything to make sure I was alert for the rest of the ride.
I threw my leg over the seat, climbing on behind Colton. As I leaned into his back, the scent of leather and Colton flooded my senses, instantly calming me. I'd been a foolish woman to think I had to do this alone.
By the time we got to the house, Matt and Mike had shown Jon and Travis the rec room in the basement. The four of them were shooting pool while Mark stood behind the bar pretending he wasn't watching Travis's ass as he bent over the table. It was a fine looking backside but that didn't mean I needed to watch my brother ogling. He wouldn't understand but it was like one brother checking out another brother; incestuous and wrong on every level, even if they weren't related by blood.
I grabbed a bottle of Blue Moon from my brother and curled onto the leather sectional across the room from the pool table, certain I wasn't going to be good company for anyone. Other than my quick nap in the van, I'd been up for almost twenty hours and I was both physically and emotionally exhausted.
Any concerns I had about my worlds colliding were silenced by the sounds of Mike and Jon debating what bands could be considered classics while Matt and Travis wagered on the next game. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice to see my worlds meshing this way. I'd never truly found peace with being estranged from my family and I could never turn my back on the band. I just wish it hadn't taken something like this to bring everyone together.
“So Mark, did you get my guys monkey suits?” The thought of my band mates wearing suits made me giggle more than it should have. To them, dressing up meant finding a shirt that didn't have a band logo on it. It'd be interesting to see how everyone cleaned up.
“Nah, I figured Jon might kick my ass if I went that far. But don't worry; they'll do ya proud by the time I'm done with them.” He winked at me and I knew he was sincere. Mark understood how difficult it was for me to put them
“Jon?” I walked over to him, ducking my head so my eyes met his. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it's just...they're so different from what you said. You sure you're okay with this?” And there was the doubt I'd been waiting for. The hint that I'd exaggerated my family's feelings to keep the guys away from them. It pissed me off but not enough to get into it with him.
“Yes, I'm sure. Now can we please get them out of here? It's been a hell of a day and I need to sleep.”
I started to regret riding home with Colton about an hour into the ride as I felt myself nodding off. Falling asleep on a motorcycle at eighty miles per hour was a good way to get yourself killed and I knew it. I squeezed my arms around his middle to get his attention and signaled that we needed to find an exit.
“Everything okay?” Typically Colton would have been the first to say it was time for a break. I loved riding and could do it for hours on a normal day.
“Yeah, but I need some coffee. I'm going to call Mark and let him know what's going on so they don't worry.” I ran my fingers through my hair to comb the wind-blown ends as Colton watched me intently. The look in his eyes would have been creepy coming from anyone but him. “You want anything?”
“Nah, I'm good,” he yawned. I turned back as I walked to the store and saw him stretching. The flutters came back to my stomach as his leather jacket and t-shirt lifted to show a glimpse of his stomach.
Colton laughed as I did jumping jacks in the parking lot once my twenty ounce coffee was gone. I was willing to do anything to make sure I was alert for the rest of the ride.
I threw my leg over the seat, climbing on behind Colton. As I leaned into his back, the scent of leather and Colton flooded my senses, instantly calming me. I'd been a foolish woman to think I had to do this alone.
By the time we got to the house, Matt and Mike had shown Jon and Travis the rec room in the basement. The four of them were shooting pool while Mark stood behind the bar pretending he wasn't watching Travis's ass as he bent over the table. It was a fine looking backside but that didn't mean I needed to watch my brother ogling. He wouldn't understand but it was like one brother checking out another brother; incestuous and wrong on every level, even if they weren't related by blood.
I grabbed a bottle of Blue Moon from my brother and curled onto the leather sectional across the room from the pool table, certain I wasn't going to be good company for anyone. Other than my quick nap in the van, I'd been up for almost twenty hours and I was both physically and emotionally exhausted.
Any concerns I had about my worlds colliding were silenced by the sounds of Mike and Jon debating what bands could be considered classics while Matt and Travis wagered on the next game. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't nice to see my worlds meshing this way. I'd never truly found peace with being estranged from my family and I could never turn my back on the band. I just wish it hadn't taken something like this to bring everyone together.
“So Mark, did you get my guys monkey suits?” The thought of my band mates wearing suits made me giggle more than it should have. To them, dressing up meant finding a shirt that didn't have a band logo on it. It'd be interesting to see how everyone cleaned up.
“Nah, I figured Jon might kick my ass if I went that far. But don't worry; they'll do ya proud by the time I'm done with them.” He winked at me and I knew he was sincere. Mark understood how difficult it was for me to put them
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