Page 78 of His Last Chase
I woke to giggles, the feel of familiar hands on my chest and the sounds of others in the common area of the bus.
“Songbird, we’re not alone.” I drew him in close and held on.
“I know but, Daddy,” he poked my leg with his erection. “It’s been too long.”
“Agreed, but we can wait a couple more hours when the others are tucked away in their own buses.” I kissed him. “Let’s get dressed and find some food.”
Chase puffed out his bottom lip. “Okay, but you promise later?”
“I promise, Songbird.”
We emerged to a near full bus, and I thanked whatever entity pushed me to decline my sweet boy’s advances when I saw who was there.
“We brought you dinner so you wouldn’t have to deal with the dining tent.” Jeremiah pointed to the oven. “It’s in there.”
My smart boy grabbed us each a bottle of water while I carried our plates to the table. Two unfamiliar men scooted over for us while another was curled up on Diamond’s lap.
Odd.
Against the divider sat a padded folded table.
“Sorry, I’m Mickey, bassist for Social Sinners, and these are my partners, River and Benny.” Benny was the one perched on Diamond. Easton sat beside them typing away on his phone as though nothing was awry.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Casey.”
“Sorry to spring this meeting on you,” Easton sat his phone down, “but a couple of things have come to light, and this is the team to best assist us with them.”
That piqued my curiosity.
“River manages our social media and Chase’s announcement during the interview with Octane this morning has sent the internet into a frenzy. Before we issue cease and desists, I wanted to see how you felt about your picture being out there. Needless to say, the fans have put two and two together andyour name has now been linked to the photos.” Easton’s statement came as no surprise.
“Well, as long as nothing goes against Masterson’s policy’s or what you allow, I’m fine with it. Fizzbo had the cameras installed and the guards posted before I left so I trust they’ve ensured our safety.”
“Huh?” Chase said. “Did I miss something?”
Easton and I glanced at each other. I’d nearly given away the surprise, but I’d chalk the nearfaux pasup to a long day.
“Just a surprise I have for you when we get home and Fizzbo helped with it.” Not a lie, but not an overshare that risked the gifts I had for my boy.
“I like surprises.” Chase returned to his food, not wanting to spoil it for himself.
“I know, Songbird.”
“Well, you might want to take a look at this particular headline before you decide,” Easton said and Benny turned his computer screen toward Chase and me.
Chase Prescott has a Daddy!
I glanced at Chase, he shrugged and returned to eating, completely unphased by this.
“I’ve never been one to blast my lifestyle out there but if Chase is good with it then so am I.”
“Noted. River will handle all findings accordingly and if anything comes up, he will reach out to you.On that note, may I share your information with trusted members of the Masterson family?”
“Absolutely. I’d also like to request a meeting with you after the insanity of this weekend is behind us.” The corner of Easton’s mouth lifted in a near smirk. Almost a smile, but not quite. Now I had a goal to bring it completely out sometime.
“Now for the final bit of information before we leave you two to dine in peace. Benny is the Masterson masseuse, and we thought after what you went through today that you could use a massage.”
Just the thought of a massage had my muscles relaxing and I swear I moaned.