Chapter 195: Luke
This was the first time I'd seen Machala dressed casually. Her hair was down, sunglasses propped on her head, an unbuttoned blouse over a tank top and shorts that displayed her long legs. My dick ached. It was hell to stay away from her all week. I wasn't good at denying myself. I told her I'd jerk off to thoughts of her, but I lied. I managed to keep my hands off my dick because she was worth all the torture my cock lived through during the week. Now I just had to make it through another one. At least one more week of self-denial was part of my plan. Fuck.
She brought a bag and assured me she had a suit packed along with sunblock. Her olive skin could probably handle more sun than mine could, but the thought of her oiled skin was playing havoc with my junk. The guys would get a kick out of this.
We drove to Krispin's in near silence. Machala's nervousness brought out a tender side to me that wasn't there before I met her. I knew my friends would love her and make her feel welcome, but she had to meet them and learn it for herself.
When we entered Krispin's home, I heard voices in the backyard, so I steered Machala outside. My bandmates were relaxing in the pool. Stephon, Matt, and their girlfriend, Jewel, sat on the edge having a conversation with Krispin. Angela rested in the circle of Krispin's arms in the water, so I couldn't see her large baby-filled belly. I didn't notice Wade or Rocky, but knew they were close by. Getting Wade away from the band rarely happened and we'd all been paying close attention since his slide from sobriety. Rocky would be monitoring Wade and when he left off another of us would pick up.
Living the rock-and-roll lifestyle wasn't easy if you were a recovering addict or alcoholic. I was the only one who had a drink or two on occasion when the others weren't around. I loved them too much to tempt them and I never wanted to return to the early days when the drug and alcohol-filled lifestyle almost ended the band and our friendship.
I gave an apologetic smile to Machala because this was too good to pass up. I removed my shirt and toed off my shoes before I started running. The cannonball was epic and had Stephon, Matt, and Krispin swearing as I came up for air.
"You fucking moron. You are so drinking the bathwater." Matt dove in and reached me first.
I loved these guys. I heard Angela's squealing laugh as she exited the pool.
Two seconds later, as we were dunking, fighting for breath, and getting on the rough side, Wade and Rocky joined us with their own large splashes. Of course, Wade had Krispin's back. The man worshiped every breath his boss took. Krispin had taken him off the streets, dried him out, and given him the job of a lifetime. Now Wade took care of all of us, including Angela and Jewel. Wade had the gift of fixing unique problems associated with a rock band. He made sure the many facets of our lives ran smoothly and took a huge weight off our shoulders. He ran interference, kept us on schedule, and generally made us look good. He played in our kinky world and was fuck-all sexy when he got his groove on.
The day Machala left me was not the first time I'd topped him. I think he'd be a far better top or Dom than bottom, but he needed to take the reins in his own time.
The heavy weight of Matt landed on my back and Stephon pushed on my head from the front. I went under, but managed to grab Stephon's balls. He released me and I slid from beneath Matt.
When I came up for air, Stephon was taunting Matt. "Come rub my balls. Lefty thinks I like it rough, but you're the only one with the perfect touch."
"I'll rub your balls if you rub my cock." Matt climbed from the pool, grabbed his junk, and shook it at Stephon. Jewel climbed out too and whispered something in Matt's ear. His arm circled her waist and he pulled her close.
Stephon followed, walking over to them as he spoke. "Don't take his side, Jewel. Remember what he did last night. I think you should torture him a little longer and make him pay."
"We need that information, Jewel baby. What did Matt do now?" Rocky yelled from the pool.
"I give up." Jewel swayed her hips walking a few feet away from her guys.
Rocky pulled himself from the water as Angela walked back over. I did a double take because she was holding Machala's hand.
"Hey, everyone. Lefty brought a friend and left her all alone so he could make a splashing entrance. This is Machala."
I could see the reserved look on Machala's face and knew I should probably have resisted the urge to cannonball the pool. Rocky got to her before I could and wrapped her stiff body in a wet hug, welcoming her to the party. Machala's eyes sought mine in slight panic mode.
"Lay off, Rocky," Angela said as she pushed him away from Machala. Of course, he turned her way and gathered her close in a gentle hug because of her pregnancy.
"You know you love us, Mommy," Rocky said.
She laughed. "You don't need more women to love you. Try settling down for a change."
"Throw Krispin out and I'll take you on, baby cakes."
Krispin eased himself from the pool. "Get your hands off my woman. She'll ground you guys from visits if you're not careful."
Rocky placed a loud smacking kiss to her cheek and she laughingly pushed him away. It was nice to see the change in her and Krispin. The band's first baby was another positive. Five years ago we never saw this coming. Our fame was our downfall, but now our lives were about more than the band. It was about family, friendship, and music-in that order. These kinky guys were my friends and family all rolled into one. Of the group, only Wade played at my home on occasion. I knew Machala enjoyed our scenes with Wade and I didn't mind giving into her fantasy. She was the only woman I'd ever limited sharing.
Krispin welcomed Machala as the others, minus Wade, stepped out of the pool and did the same. I waited for them to finish before placing my arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek. It was my way of apologizing for leaving her when we first came in. She exhaled slowly, giving me a tight ice-smile. This was a first for both of us. The intensity of our relationship kept things far from casual. Today was about relaxing with my friends and acquainting them with the person I hoped would be a fixture in my life. Now, I just had to convince her.
Wade finally walked over, leaned in, and kissed her other cheek. "Welcome, Machala. It's good to see you." Machala did the unexpected-she disengaged herself from my arm and hugged Wade. His arms tightened around her. My last scene with Wade ended my relationship with Machala and Wade took the blame onto his own shoulders. I refused to allow him to contact her and I know it ate at him. I wasn't jealous of Wade or any of my bandmates. We respected each other's boundaries and all of them knew how Machala was involved in my life. They also knew I wanted more.
"You want to go in the house and change?" I asked after pulling Machala back into my side.
Her body subtly stiffened. "Sure."
"I'll show her where," Angela said taking Machala's hand again. "Follow me so I can find out all the inside goods on Lefty. He's a quiet one and I never have anything to use against him."
Angela led her into the house, leaving me out with the guys. Oh and Jewel. She was still a little shy, but slowly gaining her feet.
"I'll go gossip with them so you guys can non-gossip in peace," she said with a touch of spitfire that had me smirking at Matt and Stephon.
"Non-gossip?" Stephon yelled as she went into the house.
She glanced over her shoulder. "Yeah, guys talk as much as women they just don't admit it."
She ignored Matt's mumbled, "Her ass will pay for that one," but the rest of us laughed.
Rocky gave Wade a shove. "You didn't tell us how hot Machala is. What's up with that?"
Wade looked to me and winked. "I didn't want to insult your mother," he said when he turned back to Rocky.
"My mother?"
"Yeah, I fucked her a few months ago and knew if I made a comparison you'd be pissed off." Wade took off running for the pool followed by Rocky.
Yeah, these were my boys.
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