Chapter 176: Matt

He called for a car, and watched her dress and gather a few of her personal items. They spoke little and both men watched her closely.
Matt knew Stephon would never seriously hurt her. He had too much control of his inner demons, and when they got to be too much, he found relief in pain to his own body. Stephon needed to talk with her and place all his cards on the table, but Matt couldn't make him.
They entered the suite and Stephon changed into workout clothes and left with little more than telling them he'd be a while. Jewel took a shower and Matt could only stand her crying for a few minutes before he joined her.
"Shh." He pulled her against his chest. "Talk to me."
Her tears slowed. "I didn't mean to make him so angry." Her fingers bit into the skin of his back.
"He's not angry at you. Only himself."
"But why?" She still didn't lift her head.
"He needs to talk to you about that. He would never harm you-redden your ass maybe, suffer through you squirming and sighing with a ball gag, but never go past a certain point. He has demons, hell we both do, but his are more internal. Give him time and I think someday he'll share them with you." He pushed her gently away and grabbed the soap, making quick work of washing her body. She stayed quiet and after drying her off, he took her to bed and held her close. She fell asleep within minutes, but Matt waited for Stephon.
More than an hour passed before he heard the front door open. Stephon went into the bathroom and took a quick shower before joining Matt and Jewel on the bed. Even in sleep, Jewel's body sought Stephon's out. She turned and snuggled fully into his chest, allowing Matt to spoon her against his body and place his hand on Stephon's shoulder. The other man's fingers settled on Matt's hand and the night drifted away.
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They made it through the week and managed to tie up loose ends while Jewel worked at the cafe. George and Starla spoke to a realtor and made the decision to move within a month or two of Jewel's relocation. The rest of the band headed back to California for some down time with no practice schedules or concerts.
Stephon went out of his way attending to Jewel's needs, from multiple orgasms each night to shopping and buying her a new wardrobe. He kept his promise and destroyed each work uniform she possessed, but he did it playfully and had her laughing while running from him trying to dodge his determined hands.
Her hips and ass had several bruises from their rough treatment, but when she discovered they turned Stephon on, her bratty behavior temped him to cause further marks.
He purchased her first corset and the last night in Houston they took her to the club and teased her with a flogger and tawes. The Club El Diablo would always be a second home to them, but they had another club they visited in Los Angeles that catered to their lifestyle.
Damian provided his private plane for their trip home and after kisses and hugs goodbye to Starla and George, they managed to get Jewel to their California home. He loved her enormous eyes as they shamelessly showed her around the property and then made slow, sweet love to her in the backyard gazebo.
Within two weeks they settled into a routine of sorts. Jewel cooked occasional dinners, and made several batches of muffins on the weekends because the band seemed to figure out the baking schedule and descended when she gave them an open invite. Jewel attended rehearsals, changed the twice-weekly house cleaning crew to her preferred schedule, and agreed to help Angela with her charity for young mothers. Overall, Jewel made their lives complete in such a short amount of time that it seemed she had been part of their dynamic forever.
Matt watched Stephon closely, seeing his friend fight his inner demons for Jewel's sake. He knew eventually it wouldn't work, but Stephon had to figure it out on his own. Jewel had a way of bringing Stephon out of his deep moods and making him laugh.
At the end of the second week they took her to the bank and opened an account in her name.
"This doesn't feel right," she whispered in the large banking lobby as they walked to their scheduled appointment with a financial consultant.
"It does to us." Matt took her hand and kissed her fingers.
"I have everything I need and the two of you spoil me rotten as it is."
"Take the money, love, or I'll redden your ass so you don't sit down for a week." Stephon's tone was playful but stern.
"Yes, Sir."
She squeezed Matt's hand tightly when she saw the balance on the account book handed to her, but she didn't protest.
The money was solely in her name and guaranteed that if something happened to the two men she would be cared for. If she left them, the money went with her, and though they didn't want to think about it, Stephon brought it up more and more.
"Then fuck it all and marry her, damn it," Matt said one afternoon while they worked out in their home gym. Jewel was running errands with Angela.
Stephon slowly lowered the weights pressed above his chest. The bar landed on the rack with a clang and Stephon stood up and started pacing the floor.
"Why would I marry her and not you?" he finally asked.
"Does it matter which one of us does it? Hell we can get divorced every year so she can marry the odd man out. I don't really care if we marry her at all. A piece of paper won't change how I feel, but I'm sick of hearing your doubts. If it will make you more secure, then stop this shit and put a ring on her finger."
Stephon sat down on the bench and put his head between his hands. "Christ. I don't know why I do this shit."
Matt wasn't going to tell him, because he knew deep down Stephon knew exactly what he needed to do. But Stephon needed to take that step on his own.
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