Risk it All

If the Bus is Rockin'...

Brantley's POV:
     After finishing the last song of my set and thanking the crowd for coming out, I walked off stage. As I did, I removed my ear pieces and my battery back. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I passed them off to PJ and took the bottle of water and towel he was offering me. Tonight's show had been amazing. The rush I felt with each show was indescribable. As the crowds grew bigger and louder, the more humbling it became to me because if a boy from small town Georgia could achieve his dream of doing music, then anyone could achieve their dreams if they set their minds to it.
     Right now though, I had one dream. Well, more like a mission. More than once during the show I had caught Bailey staring at me as I performed. Just know that she was side stage and watching had me dancing like I never did. The crowd had loved my moves but I knew the guys would never let me live it down. I could already hear them comparing me to Luke.

"Hey, where's Bailey?" I asked PJ as I lowered my bottle of water after nearly drinking the whole thing. "I thought she would have stayed for the whole show."

"She's packing up things so that we could be ready to go when you finished the show." replied PJ.

"Okay" I replied as I made my way to the room that held all the clothes for the shows.

     Each night, she was in charge of dressing Chase and I. While you would think that wouldn't involve much since Chase and I were both simple guys, sponsors and people trying to get us to push their merch would send over tons of shit that neither of us would wear. Which Left Bailey to pack and unpack the shit every night. I don't know what she didn't just pull out jeans and t-shirts and maybe the occasional button down instead of doing them all every night but she did.
     When I reached the clothing room, Bailey was bent over zipping up the last garment bag. On silent feet, I made my way over to her and pulled her ass against my front as I wrapped one arm around her waist and tangled my free hand in her ponytail, tugging slightly.

"Oh, we're definitely doing something with this position tonight." I said huskily, rolling my hips to prove a point. My dick was already heard just thinking about it. "Might even spank that ass while I hit it from behind."

"Brantley Keith!" said Bailey, standing and turning to face me. I saw the look of interest written all over her face at my suggestion. My girl was turned on. I was beginning to see that she was just as adventurous in the bedroom as I was, maybe even a little more. I mean, we've all heard the saying 'red head= hot in bed. And I could tell you first hand that she was just that... hot.

"Bailey Mae." I replied back pulling her to me, making her feel just how seeing her bent over like that had affected me. Then the damn woman had to go and grab my dick, making the brainless wonder twitch with interest and do its best to rip though my jeans. Before I could stop it, a moan slipped past my lips. "You're playing with fire sweetheart."

"I like playing with fire." said Bailey as she stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my lips. Lifting her, ,I backed her to the nearest wall and deepened the kiss. Just as things were starting to get hot and heavy, I heard someone clearing their throat from behind me. Turning, I glared at PJ who looked like he hated to have interrupted us.

"Boss, we gotta get ready to roll out." he said, not meeting my eyes. Over the years, PJ had caught me in some pretty compromising situations but thankfully, he had been professional enough to not judge me for them. For that, I would forever be grateful to him.

"Alright." I said with a sigh. Turning back to Bailey, she was beet red from being caught. "How about we continue this on the bus? Be a hell of a lot more comfortable."

"Race you to the bus." said Bailey as she wiggled down and took off at a run. I caught up with her in a couple of strides, dipping low and tossing her over my shoulder before making a b-line for the buses. When I reached them, Chase was just getting ready to climb on. Seeing that I had Bailey over my shoulder, he shook his head laughing before speaking.

"I can speak from personal experience that when a man throws a woman over his shoulder, he's planning on staking his claim and giving her one hell of a ride. On that note, I'm going to ride the bus with the band tonight. I don't need to hear yall fucking all night long." said Chase laughing. "Just give me five to get some things. Think you two can sustain from tearing each other's clothes off for that long?"

"Shut the hell up Chase." yelled Bailey from over my shoulder.

"You heard the woman. Now hurry the hell up. Get your shit and get off my bus." I said. I knew I sounded like an asshole but Chase knew how it was. He had a woman that drove him wild 99% of the time. I'd heard the stories of him tossing her over his shoulder and the ensuing fight that always happened. Which then led to both of them walking funny for a few days when it was time to make up.

"Okay, okay. I'm going." Said Chase as he hurried onto the bus. A few moments later, he came out carrying a bag. "I'll need to get on the bus at some point tomorrow but until then..." I watched as he threw up a salute and walked towards the bands bus.

"Don't come knocking too early." I heard Bailey yell as Chase walked away. I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Bailey had big plans for us tonight as well.

     Finally, Bailey was all mine. Time to see if the shocks ont his bus need replacing or not.