Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

slowed in front of the next heavy mahogany door.
    This elegantly decorated and subtle place was definitely not his type of venue. Nor would Kim have liked it, either. Too commercial. Funny thing about Kim - he'd loved the money but hated the attention. Said the whole thing was bad for the creative process. None of the places they'd been recently were his type of place, and it wasn't just that the huge amphitheaters and spacious suites in luxury hotels emphasized how alone he was.
    Their manager had arranged the press conference to be held in this luxurious setting. It suited her, and it suited the Sanders' boys with their suave looks and devil-may-care attitudes. They didn't care how many screaming fans gathered outside the massive front doors of the Vegas hotel...as long as there was no actual contact with those fans, they were cool. To that end, an entire corridor with a suite of rooms that led into the large ballroom where the actual press conference itself would be held had been reserved, marked off and zealously guarded to keep the adoring Devil's Halo fans from actually reaching and interacting with the band.
    What that meant for him was a vast array of doors, anyone of which could be hiding the twins from him. Impatient to get it over with, he opened door after door with the key the clerk had given him. A murmur of voices drifted to his ears. Rik's husky laugh, a soft moan.
    Jesus. Found them. And finding them like this cemented his resolve. He was leaving the fucking band. He couldn't take ten more years of this.
    Rik and Lars Sanders, golden-haired, blue-eyed gods of rock. Never separated, ever. They did everything together. How many times had he held up some wall at a mandatory appearance only to watch them leave with some cute young thing snuggled between them? He'd had enough. The strange looks he'd caught them throwing in his direction the last few months were the last straw.
    The wild and crazy twins who fronted Devil's Halo could sink or swim on the basis of their good looks and sexy voices. Dion Fieri was done writing songs that made them shine, done composing music that people didn't even fucking care about. He was a serious musician, and Rik and Lars were never going to grow up and take the music more seriously than they had that first day they'd walked into his garage years ago.
    He'd dropped his drum sticks, fallen over his cymbal stands and been left gaping as the two sexy teens had draped themselves over his shoulders and announced they should start a band. They claimed that with his talent and their looks they would clean up in the sex stakes.
    He'd known then that working with them would be torture. They were so very beautiful, vibrant, wild. They'd been perfect front men for the band, charming audiences, fans...him.
    Dion had drifted in and out of love with them so often over the last ten years his heart was composed of nothing more solid than fog now. The pain was too much though since he'd lost Kim. The keyboardist had been his lover; the music they made together had been amazing. His dark Asian beauty had chased the twins from Dion's heart and mind, and while they'd been together the band's success had soared. He and Kim had made music that spoke to the hearts of man.
    But Kim was gone. Dead.
    And he was left with strange glances from the weary looking twins, and ...
    Holy fucking mother of God.
    This he hadn't expected.
    He'd known they were otherwise engaged. He'd expected to find them in some sexual enterprise. Maybe with the muscular red-headed chauffeur who'd driven them here this morning. The man had been interested.
    But not this. This burned too close to visions that had haunted him since their teenage years.
    Lars, faded denim rucked down around his knees bent over a low table, ass tilted invitingly up. Rik, on his knees, thick dick in hand, stroking himself as he licked intimately between his brother's buttocks.
    Dion stumbled backwards, unable to look away. He fumbled the door open behind him, flicked the Do Not Disturb sign and let the door shut.
    Blankly he stared at the door. What...? He shook his head firmly. Enough. That just proved that he was right. Leaving was the right thing to do. No fucking way could he stay and work with them, wanting them, when he knew this.
    CHAPTER 2
    "Someone saw us."
    "Relax. Anyone who walked in would have said something by now." Rik hugged his brother briefly.
    "If you say so." Lars shrugged his shoulder and knocked Rik's arm away. Rik