Chapter 16

"What's up?"

I glanced up from my phone to see Emily's beautiful smile. Her eyes twinkled with an eternal, un-ending excitement that I'd come to associate with my brunette sister. No matter who was around, or what was going on, Emily could make the room smile.

"Just Craig checking to make sure I'm making band practice," I said, feeling uneasy about the lie.

"I wish I could come watch too," Emily smiled, laying her head on my shoulder. "But it'll be worth the wait."

I had made the split decision to not tell Emily about Craig's message as to not cause panic or upset her. I didn't feel good about it one bit.

Just then, the front door opened, and Amanda stepped through. She was wearing a white button-up blouse with just enough buttons un-done to display a hint of cleavage, and black, high-waisted slacks that hugged her flawless ass perfectly. Modest black heels were strapped over her bare feet, giving her already spectacular ass an amazing lift. Her long, thick hair was tied back into a neat ponytail, completing her professional attire.

"Hey, Manda," Emily grinned. "You look amazing. How did it go today?"

"Hey, Em. Thanks," Amanda smiled at Emily, then proceeded to all-but eye fuck me when her blue orbs landed on my bare chest. "Today has been pretty great."

Emily gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then bounded to her feet before giving Amanda a hug. "I better let you get Nick to band practice. Can you tell me how your day went later?"

"Sure thing," Amanda said, pulling her younger sister into a hug.

"Hey, Manda?" Emily asked as they parted.

"Yes?" Amanda answered.

"Can we hang out some time," Emily asked. "It's been a while."

"Of course, we can," Amanda smiled. "Let's set something up when I get home."

"Awesome," Emily grinned, and to my surprise—and Amanda's—kissed her eldest sister on the cheek. "Love you both."

"She never fails at being adorable," I chuckled as I stood and crossed the room.

"She's special," Amanda smiled.

Amanda stepped into my open arms, wrapping her own around my neck before our lips met. I felt her tongue push into my mouth, and I met hers with my own as we kissed passionately in the living room.

"As much as I'd rather you keep your shirt off, you had better go get dressed," Amanda grinned, running a finger down my chest and abs to tug at the waistband of my shorts.

"Probably for the best if I do," I grinned. "I don't want to be late."

Even though I'd just dumped a metric boatload of cum into Erica, I was still rock hard. Making out with Emily on the couch and being so close to Amanda right now had my blood pumping and my heart racing for more. But I needed to control myself, I couldn't spend all day every day making love to my girls.

"Go on then. Before I change my mind," Amanda smiled and slapped me on the ass.

I contemplated telling Amanda about the text from Craig, but only for a moment. I didn't want to stress her out before knowing more, and I needed her to act as natural as possible at band practice. If I told her what Craig had said, she might give something away and make it worse.

If things could get any worse.

Thirty minutes later we were pulling into a parking lot in a deserted part of town. It looked like an industrial sector, with carpet factories, steel works and various other industry type businesses laid out on large plots of land. The property we arrived at was a carpentry warehouse that doubled as a rehearsal space for bands. After the shitshow at Craig's uncles place, we'd all decided to look for somewhere better to practice.

Well, Daniel and I decided it best and Craig reluctantly agreed.

"Hey guys," Daniel greeted Amanda and I when we exited the car.

"Hey, Dan," I replied.

Craig came out of the building a second later, and Amanda gave me an awkward smile before greeting her boyfriend with a hug and kiss. Seeing Craig touch her like that made me skin crawl. I wanted him as far away from her as possible, but I couldn't do anything without drawing more suspicion.

"Just want you to know," Daniel said, drawing my focus away from Amanda. "I won't say anything."

"Thanks," I nodded.

"I can't pretend to accept what you're doing, but I can understand how it could come to happen. You don't have history with them, so I get it," Daniel said sincerely. "And trust me, she's better off with you, regardless of your...situation."

"I know it's a lot to take in, it still is for me sometimes," I said. "But seriously, thanks. I really appreciate it."

"No worries, man," Dan grin and lightly punched my arm. "I got your back."

Dan's willingness to look past the relation between the girls and I was a huge weight off my shoulders. I'd like him since the first day we'd hung out. The wave of relief that washed through my body was short-lived as I thought about the message I had received from Craig.

"I think he may know," I said quietly.

"Craig?" Dan frowned. "He isn't very sharp, so it would be surprising. But then again, Amanda has been acting different lately."

"Different how?" I asked.

"Well. The first week after you arrived, she was in a grouchy mood, especially around Craig. As I said, he isn't the sharpest pot in the box, but even he noticed it. But more recently she has been happier, ever since she has been coming to band practice with you," Dan explained. "So, he may have figured something out. What has he said to you?"

I pulled my phone out and opened the message thread from Craig, showing the screen to Dan. He glanced over it for a second while running a hand over his long thick beard.

"Yeah, that doesn't look good," Dan sighed. "Let me see if I can get something out of him. We've known each other for a while now, and even if we don't always get along, we're still friends to some degree."

I nodded, then sighed heavily as I prepared for what I was about to say. "About Jen."

"We didn't know each other at the time, and you'd arrived in the country," Dan cut me off quickly, as if he'd been expecting this conversation. "I don't blame you. I would have done the same thing in your situation."

"It's not just about that," I said. "Craig is under the impression Jen and I are still sleeping together."

"How'd he come to that conclusion?" Dan frowned.

I explained the meeting with Jen at the house, the conversation—leaving out the light flirting—and how Craig arrived and jumped to the conclusion that Jen and I were still sleeping together, and how he wouldn't say anything. Dan listened quietly, nodding as I wrapped the story up.

"So, you didn't correct him?" Dan asked once I finished my short tale.

"No," I shook my head. "Sorry...I know I probably should have."

"It's alright," Dan sighed. "I believe you, and I trust Jen. I couldn't give two shits what Craig thinks. The fact he is willing to keep quiet about something like this just shows me exactly what kind of an asshole he is."

Craig came within earshot a few seconds later, so I switched the topic to the set-list for our show coming up. It had been clear Dan and I had been in a far more serious discussion, but I thought we covered it well enough.

"Ready to get into?" Craig grinned at me, clapping me on the shoulder.

"Let's do it," I nodded.

Before long we were all set up in the practice room, and the sound of individual instruments going through set-up phases and sound checks filled the cramped space. Paul was positioned towards the back of the room, next to the AC unit, while Craig set-up directly in-front of his brother, with Dan on one side and me on the other. Amanda sat on a stool by the front door, which was conveniently positioned my direction, with Craig's back to her.

Typically, we would have been facing away from the drummer, but in this small room we positioned our amps facing Paul, and we all stood in a kind of circle—facing inwards—so we could hear each other better. This wouldn't be an issue on stage as we'd all have our own monitors that the sound guy would mix through. Although I'd heard from plenty of friends in bands that it was a coin flip whether your sound guy was professional, or just someone's mate that ends up downing one too many free beers by the time he starts work.

Once we were happy with our sound levels, and everyone was in tune, we ran through our set from start to finish without break. This was an idea Dan had brought to the table last time we rehearsed. The idea of no breaks was supposed to condition each of us to not fuck about on the night and fix things on the fly.

I had a suspicion that their last show wasn't so smooth, although no one said anything specific.

Once we were done, we ran the set another two times before powering our amps down for a short break. The room was uncomfortably warm with so many people packed in, and the exertion from playing for over an hour straight had me sweating like I'd just spent a session at the gym.

I glanced around at each of my band mates to see each of them were sweating as badly, with our drummer in a worse state. Even with the AC unit blasting his way, Paul had gone shirtless after the first set.

"You sounded great," Amanda said to Craig as he approached her.

"Thanks, Babe," Craig said, giving her ass a full grope in-front of everyone before glancing at Dan, then nodded to me. "Going for a smoke, wanna join me?"

"Sure thing, "I replied, pushing down my urge to slug Craig in the face. "I'll be out in a minute."

Craig wrapped an arm around Amanda and walked her towards the door. My lover glanced over her shoulder quickly, shooting me a concerned look before vanishing from sight.

"He knows," I said softly.

"Looks like it," Dan replied.

I glanced towards Paul to make sure he wasn't paying attention to us. He sat behind his drums still, a beer in one hand and his phone in the other, totally oblivious to the rest of us.

"You coming outside?" I asked Dan.

"Yeah. Gimme a minute."

Craig and Amanda stood just outside the main entrance, by the parking lot. I was expecting to see Craig all over my sister once again, but he looked to be dicking around on his phone as he typed rapidly. I wondered if he was actually talking with Paul and worried his brother had been spying on Dan and me after all.

I lit a cigarette up and strolled a few metres into the parking lot, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence between Craig, Amanda and myself.

The front door to the building opened, and Dan came out, followed by Paul. Craig stomped out his cigarette as soon as the pair appeared, and took a step closer to Amanda, pulling on her hips until she pressed against him.

My blood boiled seeing his hands on her, and I had to fight to control my jealousy and anger over seeing him touch my woman. What made it worse was I felt like he was putting on a show for everyone. Rubbing it in that he could do this in-front of me and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

"If everyone's done, we should get back to it," Dan said after a few minutes of Craig being overly affectionate with Amanda.

"Let's do it. I got someplace to be," Paul said, as oblivious as always.

Craig nodded, then glanced to me. "You good to go man?"

"Yeah, I'm all good," I replied.

Dan headed back inside first, followed quickly by Paul and Craig. Amanda's path crossed mine as we reached the door and she stopped to hug me. The others had already vanished inside, but we had to be quick to avoid any suspicion.

"What's going on?" Amanda asked in a hushed tone.

"I'll talk about it later," I said, cupping her cheek with one hand.

Amanda nodded and smiled, but the worried expression never left her face.

Rehearsal continued on as normal for the next hour and a bit, with plenty of awkward silence as we packed up and loaded our cars. Once again, Craig displayed far more public affection towards Amanda than I'd ever seen from the man. Usually, he left her hanging for every little drop, often too absorbed with his phone and friends than his own girlfriend. Amanda went along with it, but it was clear that my lover was uncomfortable.

Amanda and I loaded my borrowed gear into her car as quickly as possible, while trying to maintain as much normalcy as we could. Craig seemed distant at times, as if he were thinking, but then he'd suddenly shoot a grin my way and act like my best friend.

With a quick goodbye and a handshake with the guys, Amanda and I loaded ourselves into her car and were the first to leave.

"What's going on?" Amanda asked before we made it to the end of the gated driveway, which Dan would lock up when leaving.

"Craig sent me a message earlier," I sighed heavily. I had wanted to avoid worrying her about this. But it was clear something was wrong.

"What did he say?" Amanda asked, glancing my way, but keeping her eyes on the road.

"He said, 'I know what Amanda's up to, we need to talk,'" I said, repeating the text message that seemed to burn itself into my mind.

"What does he know? What did he say to you?" Amanda asked with a touch of panic in her voice.

"I don't know. We didn't even get a chance to talk," I said, placing a reassuring hand on Amanda's leg as she drove.

"He was acting so different today," Amanda said. "He hasn't been that affectionate in months. It took me by surprise."

I tensed my jaw thinking about Craig's hands on Amanda. Just the thought of him breathing the same air as her made me angry. He didn't deserve a woman like her, and it brought out a primal rage in me to even consider them being together.

"Don't worry, Nick," Amanda took my hand in hers, giving it a squeeze. She must have sensed something was bothering me. "I love you, not him. I promise you. I'm yours from now on."

"What if he tries to get you back?" I asked.

Amanda was quiet for a moment before turning off the highway we had been travelling down. I hadn't memorised the route we'd driven here, but I knew this wasn't the way home. The road was barely wide enough for two cars to pass one another, with no lines dividing it. Amanda drove for another minute or two before we pulled up to an empty parking lot.

"Where are we?" I asked.

Amanda responded by kissing me passionately. She forced her tongue into my mouth while I felt her hands unbuckle my seatbelt, followed by my belt. My cock was freed next, and Amanda wasted no time in taking it between her luscious lips. I groaned in pleasure as she flicked her tongue along the tip of my penis, kissing down and up the shaft before engulfing half my length once again.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, gripping a fistful of Amanda's thick, raven hair.

"I need you inside me," Amanda let out a gasp as she let my cock slip free.

"Back seat," I said.

Amanda scrambled out of the driver's seat and met me on the rear passenger side. My cock was still standing at attention as my jeans dropped to my ankles, and Amanda's hand began massaging my length as we kissed.

I fumbled for the back door, but it was locked.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"I'll get it," Amanda said, slipping by me to lean into the passenger seat and reach around to unlock the door manually.

Her work slacks hugged her amazing ass perfectly, which was now pointed directly at me. I approached Amanda, and grabbed her hips before she could straighten. I gave her cheeks a firm grope before hooking my fingers under the waistband of her slacks and tugging them down. They were extremely tight, but Amanda assisted by wiggling her hips, and before long we were in similar states of dress.

"Please fuck me," Amanda groaned, wiggling her hips at me. "I'm yours and only yours."

I pictured Craig touching Amanda and felt a wave of anger towards the man shoot through my body. But then I felt intense primal arousal shoot through my body as if I needed to prove myself a suitable mate once more.

I slid Amanda's panties down and found her slit to be wet and warm to touch. She was ready, and so was I. I pressed the tip of my penis to her entrance, and her lips parted as her tunnel eagerly accepted my cock. We moaned in unison as we were once again joined as one.

"Mmmm, fill me up," Amanda moaned, then let out a little gasp as I bottomed out inside her.

Aware of our immediate area, I wasted no time. I started with long, hard thrusts that quickly pushed Amanda into a series of moans that drifted to my ears like the sweetest guitar solo of all time.

"You're so fucking tight," I growled, pulling on Amanda's thick hair with one hand as I pressed into her lower back with the other.

"Oh, fuck your cock feels so good," Amanda moaned.

I started to grow irritated with how little of her body I could feel in this position, but I knew we didn't have the luxury of looking for somewhere better. I grabbed both Amanda's arms, and pulled her torso up, linking her arms behind her back and holding them with one hand. With my free hand I fumbled at her blouse, getting most of the top buttons freed before pulling her bra down to expose her ample chest.

"Oh my god," Amanda gasped as I began massaging and playing with hr breasts. "Keep doing that."

Amanda arched her back and began meeting my thrusts with her own. I pinched her nipples and groped her breasts as I continued to fuck her out in the open, with only her car to shield us from anyone pulling into the parking lot. We'd done some stupid things since we'd started our intimate relationship, but I'd do them all again for this woman.

"I'm cumming," I groaned after another minute.

"Cum with me," Amanda gasped.

Seconds later, I was pumping my sperm deep into Amanda's welcoming pussy as she shuddered and spasmed on my cock. I felt the telltale signs of my lover's orgasms as her lady juices soaked my genitals and dripped down my thighs.

"My legs are still shaking," Amanda said after a minute had passed.

"So are mine," I chuckled, leaning in to give he a kiss.

Amanda turned her head and met my lips with hers, my cock still firmly rooted inside her still convulsing pussy as we made out.

"So, I'm not complaining," I said once we'd caught out breathe. "But what was the occasion for this?"

"I wanted to let you know that I'm yours and only yours," Amanda said seriously. "And I needed to feel like yours once again."

I nodded as it began to make sense. I had felt something similar when Craig had touched her. I had felt the need to show her as mine, take her as mine and become lovers once again. She promised she wouldn't sleep with Craig again but seeing him touch her in such a manner—especially with how badly he had treated her since I'd arrived—was somehow just as bad.

"I guess we just have to fuck every time Craig touches you," I grinned.

"Oh no," Amanda bit her bottom lip. "What a fucking shame."