Page 59 of His Last Chase
Daddy gave me a sweet morning kiss. “Should we dress and face the firing squad?” My stomach rumbled. “That’s a firm enough yes for me.” Daddy peeked through the curtain. “Door is closed, come on.”
Hurriedly we dressed before Seltzer had a chance the fling the door open and reveal our naked assesto whomever lurked on the other side of it. He’d seen mine before, but I wasn’t about to let him see my Daddy’s. That was my ass for my viewing pleasure only.
#jealous
Another fun, new thing I just learned about myself.
Not that I didn’t trust Daddy or my band brothers but…yeah. Mine and all that jazz.
“Well, well, well,” Seltzer crossed his arms over his chest. “They hath risen.”
I flipped him off and headed for the Keurig. “Coffee?” I asked Daddy.
“Yes, please.” He stood behind me with his arms around my waist.
“Breakfast is in the oven,” David said. “Jordan is on Rhone’s bus working on today’s meal plan.”
I glanced over at the table and there sat Rhone. “Morning.”
“Morning? It’s noon. You guys must’ve had quite the work out.” Great, now Rhone was in on it as Seltzer snickered beside him.
I coughed into my hand. “Fuck off. Sorry, something stuck in my throat.”
“I bet there is.” Fucking Seltzer didn’t miss a beat.
David shook his head. “Let it go, man. Not cool and Chase never fucked with either of you.”
Nope, wasn’t my style. Plus, I had been so stuck inside my own head I’d missed half of what went on around me.
“Sorry, man, just razzing ya.” Seltzer meant well and I knew these guys would throw down for me if the need ever arose. Which I hoped like hell it never did.
But I was beyond happy it was David and Jordan Daddy and I shared a bus with.
Daddy handed me two plates and I loaded them up with breakfast burritos and hash browns before we joined the others at the table.
“What time is soundcheck?” I asked around a mouthful of burrito.
“Not until three,” Rhone replied as he loaded up the PS3 and handed Seltzer the other controller. David was glued to his Switch likely feeding hisAnimal Crossingpeeps as he called them.
Sikes came out of the bunk area. Snipe must’ve still been asleep. How both those burly men fit in one bed I’d never know.
Shit, they shared a bed on the regular.
Lightbulb…
“You okay?” Daddy whispered in my ear.
“Yeah. Ask me again later when we’re alone.” He side-eyed me. “Private convo not about us.”
We ate then finished getting ready just as Jeremiah showed up to escort us inside.
“Is it just me or does every dressing room no matter the venue look the same? Nineteen seventies crushed red velvet porno couch with more come than a high school?” Daddy nearly choked at Seltzer’s comment though he was pretty fucking spot on with it.
“You’re not wrong, my friend.” Rhone stared down at the latest furnishings, shook his head and decided to sit on a plastic chair across the room. Thank fuck they’d brought those in with the folding tables and staged them in our room, likely at Ely’s request for meal service. Now that Seltzer pointed our possible previous couch uses, I didn’t think I’d be able to sit on another one of them.
Needless to say, the rest of us joined Rhone at the tables until we were called for soundcheck.
Daddy followed me everywhere and I loved it. I finally had my person, and he was interested in not only me, but my life. I mean, who just up and packed a bag and came on the road with you if they weren’t working in the same field as Jeremiah and Mickey’s men did?