After the Concert

(Emily’s POV)

Getting out of the concert was a breeze. Sabrina’s team whisked us through a side exit, past the screaming crowds and flashing phones, straight into the waiting Escalade. One of her assistants leaned in before closing the door: “Ms. Carpenter will be along shortly; she’s just signing autographs and changing. Won’t be long.”

The blacked-out windows shielded us as the SUV rolled forward, tires humming over the city streets. Outside, faces pressed close, trying to peer through the tint, wondering if Sabrina was inside. I wished she was.

My mind kept flashing back to her onstage; those skin-tight outfits clinging to every curve, corset cinched tight, accentuating her curves like they would spill over, boy shorts riding high. She’d moved like she owned every eye in the arena; confident, unapologetic, dripping sex without apology. I wondered what it would look like with Joe’s hands around that tiny waist, fingers digging in, yanking her back onto his thick cock until she gasped and stretched around him. She wasn’t shy about her sexuality; she owned it, flaunted it; and the world judged her for it. She’d worked to shed her Disney image, and her shows never touted to be “family friendly”.

In the short time I’d spent with her, locking down deals and prepping for the project she wanted Joe for, I’d seen the real her: strong, whip-smart, funny, fiercely intelligent, and so fucking sexy it hurt. I had no doubt she could handle Joe’s appetite. Lately he seemed… unlocked. Three times today, he’d fucked me senseless; the dressing room, the hotel room, the shower; and barely lost his breath, cock still hard, still ready. He left me weak-kneed, dripping, and still hungry. Sabrina would take him like a challenge; pigtails in his fists, legs wrapped tight while she moaned his name and begged for more. I clenched my thighs at the thought, fresh slick threatening to stain the plush.

Joe; seated to my right; placed his palm on my thigh, warm and steady. A slow, happy smile spread across his face. “Today has been amazing,” he said, voice low and full of wonder.

Iris sat across from us, eyes fixed out the window, silver dress shimmering under passing streetlights. She’d barely made eye contact with either of us since Sabrina’s onstage tease; since I’d nodded so eagerly at “I bet he can handle both of you,” since she’d curled into my shoulder, cheeks flaming. Joe noticed. He always noticed with her.

He reached across the aisle and took her hand in his; gentle, careful, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Irie,” he said softly.

She turned slowly, emerald eyes meeting his, **** and wide.

“Thank you so much for today; for tonight,” he continued. “I wouldn’t be where I am without you.”

He leaned forward and pulled her to him. His arms wrapped around her; strong, reverent; cradling her against his chest. One big hand settled at the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair, holding her like something precious. She folded into him instantly; eyes fluttering closed, cheek pressing to his shoulder, breathing him in deep. Her small frame melted against his broader one, the tension in her shoulders easing, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

He held her there for a long moment; long enough that my heart squeezed tight in my chest. Then he pulled back just enough to bring her temple to his, foreheads touching.

“You mean the world to me,” he told her, voice rough with emotion. “You both do.”

He let her go slowly, still holding her hand, but his eyes lifted to mine. The way he looked at her… the way she looked at him… It wasn’t just friendship. It wasn’t just gratitude. It was love; quiet, deep and unspoken for too long.

I wasn’t crazy for wanting it but to be real. I wanted her beside us. Not outside looking in. Not holding back. Me. Joe. Iris. Wrapped around each other; bodies, hearts, everything. No one coming between us. Just sliding right in where she belonged.

The Escalade slowed outside the restaurant. A part of me wanted to tell the driver to turn around; take us straight back to the hotel, lock the door, and get this new phase started right now. Strip her slow, kiss her deep, watch Joe take her while I held her hand and whispered how beautiful she looked… but the night wasn’t over yet.

Dinner with Sabrina awaited; her pitch, his future, the project that could change everything. I squeezed Joe’s thigh once; then leaned over and kissed Iris’s cheek, lingering just long enough to feel her shiver.

“Soon,” I whispered against her skin.

Her eyes met mine; wide, hopeful, a little scared. But she didn’t pull away.

We stepped out into the night together; three hands linked, three heartbeats racing in sync.

The restaurant lights glowed ahead. But all I could think about was the suite waiting after, begging her to stay.