Three encores.

Madison Square Garden crowds are like no other crowds on the planet. I don’t know what it is about this city or this arena, but every show we’ve ever done here has been balls-out amazing and tonight might have been the best yet.

The excitement built throughout the show and each encore whipped the fans into an even bigger frenzy. We step to the front of the stage and stand side-by-side, arms wrapped around one another as we take our bows. Nick throws his drumsticks into the crowd, and I toss them a couple dozen guitar picks. Jason peels off his already-unbuttoned shirt and hands it to an adoring front-row chick.

This night has been glorious. Absolutely fucking glorious.

We hurry off the stage, the applause not diminishing one bit. That’s when I see her, standing there in the wings, watching.

The woman I love.

The woman all five of us love.

Kelsey is grinning from ear to ear, as thrilled with the show as the band is. I wink as I pass her to hand my guitar to my guitar tech, but she surprises me by jumping on my back, throwing her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist.

“You were incredible!” She has to shout to be heard over the din of the crowd.

Jason is lagging behind, soaking up an extra few seconds of applause since he’s always the last one off the stage. Now Kelsey hops off my back and flings herself into his sweaty arms, pressing against his slick bare chest.

“And YOU! Oh my God.” She kisses him passionately. His eyes briefly catch mine and I grin at my best friend as he kisses the woman I love.

There’s no jealousy at all. She’s as much his as she is mine.

Kelsey walks with us through the arena corridors as we hurry past roadies, security, press, and the inevitable groupies. Ahead of us we see Zilla, Nick and Brandon as they enter the green room. Kelsey tugs on us just outside the door and pulls our heads to hers.

“If I don’t fuck both of you as soon as possible, I’m going to explode.”

“Together?” Jason asks with a dirty smile.

Before Kelsey can answer, three women come rushing towards us.

“Jason!”

It seems like they all squeal his name simultaneously. They’re very young, possibly still in their teens. Quite lovely, too.

“Sorry, girls,” Jason says, “we’ve got plans.” He grabs Kelsey by the wrist and pulls her into the green room.

I hesitate for a second. “Hot, young and willing” used to be our motto. Now I just shake my head, still amazed at what has happened to us bad boy rockers.

The fact is, I don’t need or want groupies anymore. I’ve got everything I could possibly want. We all feel that way.

Ducking into the green room, I lock the door behind me.

I go right to where Nick, Brandon and Zilla stand talking and say, “Hey, Jason and I need to leave now to take Kelsey back to the apartment. Can you guys deal with the press tonight?”

They’re happy to oblige, since Jason and I, as lead singer and guitarist, usually end up being the focus of interviews. The other three will no doubt enjoy their moment in the full spotlight.

Moments later, Jason and Kelsey tumble with me into the back of a waiting limo. We haven’t even stopped sweating yet.

Kelsey immediately unzips my pants, and when Jason sees her, he quickly raises the privacy barrier between us and the driver.

My cock is already hard when Kelsey slides her lips over it, and I look on with fascination as she gives me enthusiastic head while simultaneously reaching a hand over to free Jason’s cock. She’s as horny as I’ve ever seen her.

We arrive at the apartment in no time and must be quite the sight as we hurry past the doorman, two rockers and their gorgeous lady. In the elevator, Jason’s and my hands are all over Kelsey.

We reach the door of the apartment, Kelsey now in her bra with her pants undone. Her shirt remained in the elevator.

Within minutes, Kelsey is naked on her hands and knees in the bed, voraciously sucking me. She moans wantonly as Jason slides his hard-on into her from behind.

I watch her lips work my slick cock in the dim light, and my heart seems to expand. Sure, this is sex, but there’s a special magic in watching a woman you’re in love with perform this enthusiastically.

I look across her body, from her hair to her back to Jason holding onto her hips as he plunges into her. Glancing up, I see Jason staring at me. My longtime buddy doesn’t miss a stroke as he gives me a look, a distinct one that I’ve only seen a few times before: when we signed our first record contract, in the middle of our first show as arena headliners, and when Harem was announced as winners of the Grammy for Record of the Year.

He’s right. Life is fucking wonderful.

An hour later, I lie on one side of Kelsey, with Jason on the other. A Kelsey sandwich, with two members of Harem as the bread. They’ve both drifted off to sleep. The light of New York City comes through the window and casts a silver-blue glow on her peaceful face.

She’s so fucking beautiful. And it’s not just her looks; Kelsey is ambitious, smart, funny, adventurous, great in bed… name any positive trait a woman can possibly have, and she has more than her share of it. It’s almost unfair to other women. And maybe the most important aspect of all about Kelsey: She swooped in and saved Harem when we needed it.

How could we NOT love a woman like that?

The sentiment behind that look Jason gave me earlier was spot-on. It doesn’t get any better than this.

We’re rock stars. We’re rich, young and handsome.

And we’ve found the woman of our dreams.