Risk it All

The Morning After: Part 1

Bailey’s POV:
     I don’t know what time it was when I finally regained consciousness. But when I did, the bus wasn't moving and I could see through the open door of the bathroom that it was daylight outside. Throwing my arm to the side, I noticed that the bed was empty. He must have gotten up to do his sound check. I knew that I should get up and get my day started but I just didn't have the strength to do so yet. Hell, I didn't even know if I was able to move. 
      I laid there for a moment and let last night and this morning's activities replay in my mind. I had definitely learned two things last night. One, Brantley was definately not gay and two, the man was a certified freak. I’m talking about a country boy version of Christan Grey. 
     At one point the handsome devil had me tied to the bed with his belt as she pounded into me from behind. That was after he took me in and took me in the shower where we just used the curtain rod as a bar for me to hold onto as he swung me on and on his dick. Then there were the handcuffs and the whip that he had produced out of thin air. So yeah, the man was definitely a freak. But I wasn't complaining because I had enjoyed every damn minute of it, even though I was pretty sure I had teeth marks on my ass from where he had tried to bite a chunk out of it at one point. I knew there would be bruises on my hips as well from his big hands gripping me tightly making sure that I had kept up the punishing rhythm that he had set up. Yep, Brantley had nearly fucked me to within an inch of my life last night. And I was proud to say that I had survived a night of his dose of punishment. 
     Deciding that I needed to get my ass out of bed, I grabbed Brantley’s t-shirt that I saw lying on the floor and pulled it over my head. Snice Brantley had ripped my thong last night, I have no pantied to put on. But since I was short, the shirt covered everything anyway, as long as I didn't have to bend over for anything.  As I made my way into the lounge area, I felt the twinge deep inside me. Yep, Brantley had definitely left his mark. My poor hoo-ha was going to need some time to recover. 
      When I stepped out into the lounge, I noticed my bra lying on the counter beside the coffee pot. I laughed to myself and remembered just how impatient Brantley had been to get it off the night before. Yep, caveman and Christain Grey. I was definitely one lucky woman. 
      Walking over to the coffee pot, I saw a note from Brantley. In it, he told me where I could find the makings for coffee and that he had gone to do some song writing with Chase on the bus with the band. Told me that when I was ready, to come find him.

     After making my coffee and pouring it into one of the travel mugs I found inthe cabinet, I slipped my jeans from last night on my sandals and made my way over to the bus that I usually rode on. Thankfully, when I got there, the crew were all gone so I could shower and get dressed in peace. 
     Making quick work of my shower, I inventoried all my bruises and marts. Just as I had suspected, there were bruises on my hips that match his fingers. I had teeth marks on my ass and my neck. A hickey just about my vagina and marks from the belt and handcuffs on my wrists. I looked like I had been to battle. Even though the sight of him marking my fair skin like that should have freaked me out, I found it pretty hot. 
     As I climbed out of the shower, I dried off and I got dressed, choosing a pair of my old soffe shorts that were light pink and a black racer back tank that sported #BGNation across the chest. As I slipped my sports bra into place, I felt just how tender my nipples were. Brantley had really done a number on them last night.  I threw my hair up into a messy bun and skipped any makeup. I would worry about looking more presentable before the show. Slipping my flip flops on, I grabbed my travel mug and headed over to the band bus. 

Brantley’s POV:
     As I helped Chase with a song that he had been working on, I let my thoughts drift back to last night and this morning. Bailey and I had gone at each other until we had both passed out from exhaustion. But what scared me was that we had both been so caught up in the moment and so needy to tear at one another, we had forgotten condoms. Not once, but multiple times. 
     It wasnt that I was scared to become a father. I loved Luke’s, Justin’s, and Jason’s kids just like my own. And Mama would be thrilled to say the least since she has been on me for a few years not to give her some grandbabies. What scared me was that it would be with Bailey, a girl that I was quickly feeling things for that I had never felt for anyone else. Sure, I had thought that I loved Amber and Jana, but I was quickly learning that if what I felt for them was what I thought love was, then I was sadly mistaken. I was willing to admit to myself that I was falling head over heels for the little redhead that had rocked my world. But just because I was willing to admit it to myself, didn’t mean I would be admitting it to anyone else anytime soon. 

“Earth to BG!” yelled chase as he waved his hands in front of my face. Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up at him. 

“What?” I asked, slightly embarrassed that I had been caught while I analyzed my thoughts. 

“I asked where Bailey was.” repeated Chase, a smirk plastered across his face. Smug son of bitch looked like he could read my thoughts.

     As if on cue, I heard the bus doors open up. Looking towards the door, I watched as Bailey climbed onto the bus. Dressed in shorts and a tank, her face free of makeup, she looked absolutely gorgeous. I watched as she walked over to the sofa and sat down beside me. As she did so, I noticed she was walking a little slower than usual and I couldn't help but do a mental fist pump in the air. She was feeling the effects of last night just as I was. Serves he right for thinking I was gay. 
     I swear, when she had told me that, it had taken everything in me not to tear her ass up. But instead of making it where she couldn't sit down, I had just fucked her seven ways from Sunday ensuring that she wouldn't forget that I had been there for at least a few days. 
     When she sat down beside me, I pulled her into my side and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. When I broke the kiss, I whispered in her ear asking how she was feeling. As a way of answering, she just looked at me grinning before glancing down at her wrists. I followed her gaze and noticed the faint bruising that the belt or the cuffs had left on her skin. Subconsciously, I growled. Or at least I thought I had done it subconsciously.

“Easy killer. It's too early for you to be breaking the growl out.” said Chase laughing. I just shot him the bird. That's when we saw the marks on her wrists. “Jesus Christ, I’m glad that I stayed on the band bus even though Ben snores like a fucking hog. Looks like you two had some wild and kinky monkey sex last night. Is the bus still standing upright? Or did y'all rock that bitch over?”  

“It's still in one piece. Though I think when we make it to Nashville it's going to need some new struts.” I said, shooting him a cocky grin that earned me a light jab in the ribs from Bailey’s elbow. Turning, I looked down at her. “What?”

“Brantley Keith, I swear for god…” started Bailey. 

“Bailey Mae, you shouldnt have accused me of being gay.” I said cutting her off. 

“She did what?” asked Chase, laughing uncontrollably.

“You heard me. She thought that things between Jana or Amber didnt work out beacsue I was gay. Her reasoning behind it was because my home is decorated nicely and didn't look like a bachelor pad.” I said, feeling myself get anger over it all over again. 

“Well, I can kinda see where she would think that” said Chase, smiling. “Most men who live alone have the bare minimum when it comes to things in their home. I know my apartment was bare bones other than the plants I had that my mama had insisted that I have.” 

“Yeah well, my mama wanted my house to feel like a home when I wasn't on the road. I think I proved last night that I am far from gay.” I said looking down at Bailey. I watched as she blushed, her face turning the cutest shade of pink. 

“I swear, Brinleigh is going to have a damn stroke from laughing when I tell her about this one.” said Chase. “Now, how about we finish this song before we have to do sound check and Ms. Kinky Fuckery has to get us dressed for the show.”

“Sounds good to me. I need to finish this because Bailey and I need to talk.” I said looking down at her. Hearing someone say ‘we need to talk’ never left anyone with a good feeling in their stomach. I could only imagine what thoughts were running through her mind right now. As much as I wanted to assure her that it was nothing bad, I didn't want to get into it with an audience. Instead, I just laced her fingers with mine and brought her hand up to my lips before placing a kiss on her hand. Smiling, I dropped it and settled in to help Chase finish his song.