CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nick
“Is that my guitar?”
A rough growl rose out of my throat like I was a pit bull about to attack.
Trent snarled right back. “So what, bitch?”
Usually I didn’t care when any of the guys borrowed my shit, but anger was clawing at my soul like a she-devil struggling to get out. A fight would help extinguish the rage growing inside me. It was a rage that had been growing since Katy left.
Since she left? Because that wasn’t true. We left her.
It was the shittiest thing we had ever done.
“Come get some,” I snarled at my band-mate.
Mace was someplace in the giant penthouse hotel suite, but I couldn’t see him. His judgmental stare was practically tearing a hole in my skin. My fists balled up. I was going to give him a fat lip if he looked at me the wrong way.
Sweat ran down my back and chest, soaking into the waistband of my jeans and into the deepest recesses of my pelvis. The Madison Square Garden concert was incredible. It was barely thirty minutes ago, and yet the high was already gone.
I could still hear the girls’ screams ringing in my ear.
Hungry and wild, wanting more. My hands should have been rubbing with glee at the cash the reaction promised. And yet all I could think was, why can't they leave us alone?
After all, the ladies paid to see us for two or three hours of music. Easy enough right? But without Katy, nothing’s been the same. We don’t get high off the women’s screams. We don’t care about the show, the venue, or anything really. All we care about is our sweet, lost girl.
Unfortunately, being back in New York City brought back unwanted memories.
Trent turned toward me, aggression and fury in every line of his face.
“Give me my shit!” I shouted at him, grabbing for my guitar.
“Come get it!” he taunted, like we were two year olds fighting over a toy.
“Shut the fuck up, you two!” Mason snarled from behind us.
“Mind your own business, man!” Trent shouted.
“Fuck off!” I agreed.
Shit, this was bad. We were like wild animals about to tear each other apart. On edge and barely civil to each other, we'd been snarling and raging at each other since the incident six months ago when we ditched our best girl.
It was the biggest mistake ever, bar none.
On the one hand, everything looked fine on stage. We got up there, playing the music, forcing the beats out even if our souls weren’t in it. But offstage, Alpha Prime was at each other’s throats constantly, fighting like a pack of dogs.
This was new to us. Before, we’d never been in love period. But now, we’d had the best thing in the world and lost it in one fell swoop.
Katy. Kitty-Kat.
It was all about her.
We missed the female, and that was the problem.
We couldn’t have her so we were ready to tear each other apart to feel something other than the pain that her absence caused.
All we had left was rage. As useless as the anger was, it helped us forget about our girl sometimes.
Yet the voice in my head spoke again. She isn’t your girl, it hissed. You gave that up because she deserves better. The beautiful brunette deserves more than some life as a dirty groupie trailing three men.
It was the right thing to do, hands down. She deserved a normal relationship and a shot at a good life. In fact, a catch like Katy probably already had a new boyfriend—a stable one who stayed in one place and worshipped the ground she walked on.
She never deserved to be have her virginity snatched by three horny guys who couldn't give her anything but chaos.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, whispered the voice in my head. Maybe it'll stop you from wanting to run back to Brooklyn and begging her to come back.
I spun away from Trent. Looking at his face—a face that was so much like mine—was only pissing me off more and more every day.
“Keep the fucking guitar,” I snapped. “It doesn’t mean shit anyway.”
Because nothing meant anything, anymore—not without Katy here.
“Are you for real?” Trent came at me anyway. “After all this bullshit, you’re just gonna forget it?”
I spun to face him. “Yeah! And forget this shit too! I’m better off without it.”
He looked confused. “What shit? Without what?”
“This piece of shit boy band that we call a rock group. Fuck it and fuck you.”
For a second, he looked shocked. Not like I said something unthinkable but because I'd put into words what was already on his mind. The demise of Alpha Prime. Disbanding because we were so fucking unhappy all the time.
Silence greeted my comment, but we’d finally brought up the elephant in the room. It was like letting some air out of an overstuffed tire. Finally. We could breathe, at least for a little bit.
“Maybe we should,” Mason remarked casually. He stood, arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Yeah,” Trent added as if in afterthought. “This shit is not working for me anymore. Let’s cut our losses. I’ll move to Switzerland like I always talked about. Nick, you can keep the apartment in Florida. Mason, do whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t follow me.”
“Or me,” I snarled. “I don’t want either of you to be anywhere near me.”
After six months of hell, I was ready for some peace.
“You're right, man. This should—”
A sharp rap sounded on the door.
“Who is it?” Trent growled. “We’re busy.”
Then, as though our prayers had been answered, a small, familiar voice spoke. “It’s me. Katy.”
Our eyes widened in unison.
“Is that—is it—” Trent stammered.
“It’s her,” Mason nodded, hurrying towards the door. He unlocked it and opened it. I thought the drummer was going to greet her but he was too lost for words, just like the rest of us.
“Hi,” the beautiful brunette whispered. “Did I come at a bad time?”
Our former assistant looked incredible, wearing black high heels and a low-cut dress in red. I didn’t even like red, but on her, it was beautiful.
“Hey,” Trent growled, blue eyes eating her up even as confusion reigned. “What’s going on?”
Because Katy was even more beautiful now. So why was she here? The curvy girl had gotten even heavier, every bit of her luscious enough to bite and lick all over.
My eyes moved hungrily over her form and I saw Mason and Trent do the same thing.
The dress on her was tighter than she intended. It hugged her in all the right places. Giant tits swelled creamily, and it flowed over her bigger belly, luscious thighs and ass. Still, I could see where skin met the fabric. My eyes were wide with wonder.
“Katy?” Mason said her name like it wasn't obvious.
Hands propped on her thick hips, she stared at all of us with challenge in her pretty brown eyes.
“Hello,” she said dulcetly. “May I come in?”
The three of us were silent, but at least Mason opened the door wider, letting her pass. She waltzed in, swaying those hips as if in a tropical breeze before arranging herself prettily on the hotel sofa.
Oh god, oh god. What was happening? This girl had to get out now. She was a lamb in a lair of wolves, and deserved better than to be ravaged by three beasts.
But Katy had a purpose. Fixing us with determined eyes, the girl spoke then, her voice unwavering.
“I’m here because I’m pregnant,” she announced. “This is your child,” she said, cupping her hands around her belly. “I wanted to let you know.”
The three of us stood around in shock. What in the world? How could this have happened? Because Helena was supposed to make sure that all the girls were on birth control. Had the pill failed somehow? What in the world had happened?
“How?” Trent grunted, eyes fierce. “Why?”
Katy looked back at us evenly.
“You know why,” she said in a husky voice. “We never used protection and all three of you came in me multiple times. Again and again,” her voice stressed.
My mouth opened but then snapped shut. She was right. We’d never once bothered to use a condom, and the pill is only 99% effective. Maybe we’d been in that one percent of accidents.
But Katy turned challenging eyes to us then.
“So, what are you going to do now that you know I’m having a child?”
I wasn’t sure what to say, to be honest. Fall to our knees and thank her for coming back to us? Bury our faces the carpet while begging her to stay?
So I was careful.
“Sweetheart, I think the better question is, what do you want? After all, this is new to us.”
“It’s new to me too,” she shot back sassily, eyes flashing. “I’ve never been pregnant before.”
Trent nodded slowly, holding both hands up.
“Of course,” he rumbled soothingly. “Of course not. But we want what’s best for you.”
At that, Katy stood angrily, hands on hips while shooting us death glares.
“Oh really?” she asked sarcastically. “So why did you clear out of the hotel room without a goodbye? Leaving me like a dirty groupie who meant nothing to you? Letting Helena,” she spat, “do your dirty work.”
The three of us exchanged shamed glances because everything Katy was saying was true. But there was a reason for it.
“Sweetheart,” I began again.
“Don’t sweetheart me,” she spat once more. “Don’t even try it.”
I nodded thoughtfully.
“Honey, I mean, Katy,” came my apologetic voice. “We did what we did for a very specific reason. And it had nothing to do with your pregnancy. If we’d known you were having our child, there’s no way we would have left.”
The brunette waited, hands on her hips, chin determined.
“And?”
“Well,” drawled Mason slowly. “We did what we did because we wanted what’s best for you. To have a normal life with a husband who adores you and dozens of kids in the backyard. You can’t have that with us,” he said, gesturing to the luggage strewn around the hotel room, the obvious signs of constant travel. “We’re rock stars, and we jet around the world constantly. You deserve more than that.”
But Katy shot us a disgusted glance.
“You’re hiding behind travel?” she asked in a disbelieving voice. “That’s why you dumped me?”
“We didn’t dump you,” I said quickly. “Again, it’s all for your own good.”
The brunette really snapped then.
“Don’t patronize me,” she said angrily, fire shooting from her eyes. “What do you mean, it’s all for my own good? And don’t start up with that ‘We’re rockstars and travel a lot bullshit.”
Her attitude should have riled us up but all it did was make us want her more. Because this was our girl, filled with sass and fire, a true equal to the three men who adored her. And eyes filled with emotion, I spoke again.
“Sweetheart,” I said, ignoring her warning glance. “You deserve better than us. Better than this,” I said, gesturing at the messy hotel room. “You deserve a man who worships the ground you walk on. A man who will take you to heaven and back, just because he loves you so much. A man who will make your every dream come true because that’s what rocks his boat.”
She was silent for a moment, eyeing us warily.
“And that’s not you?”
Oh shit. The million dollar question was here. We should have lied, but we couldn’t. Not when the stakes were so high.
“Sweetheart,” began Trent slowly. “We adore you, but there’s three of us. You’ll be surrounded by scandal non-stop. People will talk when you walk in the room, and not because we’re rockstars. But because you’re in a relationship with three guys. Short-term means nothing, honey, the months you spent with us were the happiest of our lives. But long-term? That’s a different story. Are you ready for the tabloids to label you as a whore? A slut? A woman who’s with three men?”
And that’s where we underestimated Katy. Because the brunette looked at us again, eyes searching.
“Don’t you know me by now?” she asked softly. “I’m not afraid of anything. Not with my men by my side.”
And that’s when we knew the game was over. Because our girl is everything we dreamed of, and yet so much more. Our girl was willing to take a chance on a life with us, non-traditional and gossip-ridden. But also satisfying, fulfilling, and filled with light and love. Who knew that this would happen? That our brave, bold and beautiful Katy would make us so happy, holding our hearts in her hands.
“Are you sure?” I rasped, the words coming from the bottom of my soul. “Are you sure Kitty Kat because once you say yes, there’s no going back.”
I could sense Trent and Mason nodding beside me, emotion high in their chests.
And slowly, a beautiful smile broke over her face.
“Yes, Nick. Yes, Trent. Yes, Mason. I can do it. I can handle it. I want to be with you because I love you, and because you love me too. We can do anything if we stay together.”
And once the words were out, we descended on her like ravenous animals desperate for their woman. Our hands caressed, our lips touched, and the curvy woman fell back into our embrace, giving her all.
“Yes,” she murmured again. “Yes, Nick, Trent and Mason. Yes, Alpha Prime. I’m yours.”
It was too good to be true. City lights spilled in through the floor to ceiling windows. The stars burned down at us. Cars rushed through the streets far below us in a ribbon of light, and yet we saw nothing. Because Katy was back, the answer to our dreams. So I buried my nose in her soft throat, whispering against that milk-white skin.
“Thank you honey,” the words came out slightly choked. “We won’t ever leave you again.”
She mewled and held on tight, her soft body trembling like a leaf caught in a rainstorm. Our girl clung like she would never, ever let go.
“Do you promise?”
“I promise,” I rumbled into her ear.
A growl of possession flashed through me. Because she was ours, the answer to our dreams. We would survive, both as a band as a quartet. Alpha Prime was on its way back to the top with the girl who made it all possible.
And I had to tell Katy. I had to make sure there was no confusion whatsoever when it came to our love and adoration.
“We love you, Kitty-Kat,” I rasped. “You are the answer to our dreams, you and the baby now. You belong to us.”
She mewled in assent, tilting her head back as we stripped that lush form bare. And finally, the woman was nude. Trent took her hand and tugged her all the way back to the living room of our suite, by the big windows overlooking the city. She walked like Aphrodite strolling through a garden, hips swaying like a pendulum while those beautiful breasts bobbled with each step.
At the window, the gorgeous female stopped and turned to face us.
Standing in front of the sky-high windows and surrounded by all that New York light, Katy was absolutely perfect. Her jugs were even bigger than the last time. Her curvy hips had filled out more, that giant belly heavy with child. Again, one hundred percent perfection. My hands itched to caress her all over.
“We missed you, baby,” Mason rumbled. “Show us. Give us your all.”
And Katy knew exactly what we needed. Our sweet girl licked her lips like she was starring in a movie. She spread her legs and leaned back against the triple-reinforced glass, parting those puffy folds with one hand.
Oh fuck, it was beautiful. Our girl held her nether lips open, letting us glimpse the glistening ruby red within. She used the other hand to signal us closer.
“Now you show me, all of you,” she murmured, caramel eyes bright. “Tit for tat.”
And that’s what I loved most about her. Because Katy was different now. Yes, she was the girl we’d fallen in love with, but she was also so much more. The brunette was a woman in full now, someone who had needs and desires, who stood up and asked when it was her turn.
And right now, that was happening. Our girl wasn’t going to do a show without asking us for the same. And we gave, both with our bodies and hearts.
“Yes sweetheart,” growled Trent, blue eyes penetrating as he undid his zip.
“Absolutely,” rasped Mason, his shaft already out, dripping onto the floor in a long, wet stream.
And finally me.
“Honey,” I rumbled. “This time it’s for real. Are you ready? Because there’s no going back. After we take you with our child already inside, you’ll never leave our sides. You’re ours, through and through, forever. Can you handle that?”
And the new Katy smiled, this time cupping both breasts in her hands.
“Yes, Mason, Trent and Nick. Yes, my alphas. I’m yours.”
And like animals, we descended on her then, kissing and loving every inch of her creamy skin while worshipping that heavily pregnant belly. Because sometimes, things turn out different than you anticipate. We’d hired a personal assistant cum stewardess, thinking she’d be the next notch in our bedposts. Someone we’d tantalize and tease, to be discarded once we were done.
But our beautiful girl turned things on their head. Because Katy was our personal assistant, but so much more as well. She was giving, sweet and vulnerable, helping us to become the best men we could be. The brunette showed us that there was more to life than crafting tunes and selling records. There was peace, harmony, and most of all love.
So how will things work out? I can’t say for sure. After all, Katy can’t marry all three of us, polygamy isn’t legal. But there are different ways to lead life and we’ll figure it out. Maybe it’s a big mansion in the desert where no one knows. Or fuck it. We’re Alpha Prime, and anything’s possible. This band came from the darkest depths, only to succeed beyond our wildest expectations. Who says dreams can’t come true?
So yeah, maybe we’ll live with Katy out in the open. Maybe we’ll parade the curvy girl around, showing her off for the world to see. Because she’s our most important fan, the beautiful brunette who made life worth living … and we’ll never let her go again.