Mikayla was lounging by her pool. The hot sun was shining down, and she didn't have a care in the world... except that she missed her boys terribly. They had been on the road for three weeks, and she longed for some attention. She was glad that AJ and Nick had become so close before they left. Maybe they could comfort each other if the strain of touring got to be too much. Who knew?

Manigo walked out of the french doors onto the patio, holding a tray with a cold drink and the telephone.

"Mistress, you have a call," he said, rolling his eyes. He didn't like Mikayla's boys. He thought they were all pretty boys who didn't deserve her special talents.

"Thank you, Manigo," she said, taking the phone and drink.

"Hello?" she said, hoping it was someone she really wanted to talk to.

"Hey," said the voice on the other end of the line. Nick... her baby.

"Hey baby," she said softly into the receiver. "I miss you. Are you having a good time?"

"Yeah, I guess. But I miss you too. Come see us. Me and AJ were talking about you last night, and I want you to fly out to meet us in Dallas. Maybe you could stay with us for a few days?" he sounded so lonely and anxious.

"Ok, baby boy. I'll be there. Just tell me when I need to leave," she said, secretly glad that he was miserable without her. He gave her all information, and she was to leave the next day for Dallas. Nick would have a car pick her up at the airport and bring her to the hotel.

"Mikayla, you don't know how much I need to see you," he said, sounding relieved that she was coming.

"What's the matter, Nicky? Not getting much action on the road?" she laughed.

"Not the kind I want," he answered, his voice heavy with innuendo. She laughed again and hung up.

She sat and wondered what she would do about Brian and Kevin. They still didn't know anything about the others. She wondered how they would take it. Brian would probably be ok, but Kevin would likely be jealous to no end. Oh well, she'd think about that later. It was time they all knew anyway.

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The next day, Mikayla's plane touched down in Dallas. Just as he promised, Nick had a limo waiting for her, which deposited her at their hotel. She went to the front desk and was told that her suite was on the 18th floor, and there was a note from Nick:

Mikayla,

We're going to be in rehearsal all afternoon. I'm sorry I won't be able to see you until after the show, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I've left your ticket at the door. Ask for Jim and he'll bring you backstage after the show.

-Your Baby Boy

PS AJ doesn't know you're here, so surprise him!

Mikayla went to her suite to freshen up for the show. When she walked in the room, the fragrance of jasmine and roses was almost overwhelming. There were at least 20 vases of fresh flowers all over the room. Ahhh Nick. He knew how to please her. God did he know how to please her.

That night, Mikayla sat on the front row for her boys' show. Watching AJ dance was turning her on so bad, she didn't know if she could stand it. She felt a tingle of excitement in her stomach knowing that he could be hers after the show. AJ glanced down into the audience and spotted her immediately. A huge smile crossed his face, and he pointed to her and nodded. He was obviously very happy to see her. He crossed the stage and said something to Nick that was inaudible to the rest of the audience, and they gave each other a high five. The rest of the show, AJ directed his attention toward her, which she found slightly embarrassing. At one point, he threw his sweat drenched towel directly at her. She caught it and made a face at him, holding the towel with just two fingers. The girls on both sides of her were shrieking in her ears, so she handed the wretched towel to one of them, hoping they would shut up. Unfortunately, this just made them screech louder. Mikayla looked up and saw AJ laughing. She raised her eyebrow and shook her head at him to let him know he would receive his punishment later. He laughed and mouthed "I don't care!" His eyes were wide with excitement as he reached for the neck of his white wifebeater shirt, ripping it off to reveal his firmly muscled torso, then blew her a kiss. Mikayla nodded encouragement, and he threw the shirt to her also. She ducked out of the way and laughed at him, enjoying this game they were playing.

After the show was over, Big Jim took her back to the aftershow party. When she entered the room, Kevin was the first one to see her. His eyes grew huge, and he choked on the beer he was drinking. He glanced over to a table in the corner where his wife was sitting and talking to Brian's wife. Mikayla smiled at him, but walked over to Nick, who had his back to her. She ran her nails lightly up his back and he shivered as he turned around.

"Mikayla!" he exclaimed, grabbing her in a bear hug and picking her up off the ground.

"Nick, put me down!" she yelled.

"Sorry," he said,"I'm so glad you're here. Let me get you a drink." He ran off like a puppy to fetch her something suitable to drink. Beer was not an option for Mikayla.

She glanced around the room and spotted Howie sitting at a table with a girl. As usual, Mikayla wasn't intimidated by other women. She intimidated them. Realizing that this was an opportunity, she decided the girl had to go. She stared at the poor girl with such obvious contempt that she got up and left. Howie shook his head and turned around to face the rest of the room. He saw Mikayla standing alone. His eyes raked over her body, and a slight smile crossed his face. He motioned for her to come over, but she shook her head no. He took this as a challenge, and he got up and walked to her.

"So you're the famous Howie that I've heard so much about," she said, looking directly into his brown eyes.

"Who told you about me?" he asked, smiling a seductive smile.

"Oh, I don't know. Nick, I think. He said I should give you a try," she said, her voice equally seductive.

Howie's eyebrows shot up. "Give me a try, huh? Well, I'll have to thank him for the compliment, won't I?" Mikayla just smiled. She could tell he wanted her.

Nick returned with a glass of champagne. When he saw Mikayla talking to Howie, he smiled.

"Howie, this is my friend Mikayla. I think you two should get to know each other. You have, um, mutual interests," he said, barely able to contain his laughter. Mikayla and Howie looked at Nick curiously. He had to turn his head away from them to keep his composure.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Nick, a broad smile still on his face. "Mikayla, if you want to bail on me tonight, I'll understand."

Mikayla turned to Howie and smiled.

"Well, what do you think, Howie? Think I should ditch Nick for the evening? Or, should I say, do I have any reason to ditch Nick for the evening?" Her tone was low and flirty.

"Oh, I think I could think of a reason or two for you ditch Nicky for the evening," Howie said, taking her hand and leading her toward the door. On the way out, Mikayla caught a glimpse of Kevin, and he did not look happy.

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Once inside the limo, Howie surprised Mikayla with a long, forceful kiss. His tongue probed inside her mouth as he ran his fingers through her long hair. He caught her completely off guard, but the was so overwhelmed by the passion behind the kiss that she couldn't object. She ran her hands under his shirt, feeling his hard, muscled chest. Her hands moved around to his back, where she dug in her nails lightly and raked a path from his shoulders to his waist. He responded with a moan and his kisses began to descend down her neck. He pushed up the tight little shirt she was wearing, braless, and began to massage her breasts and tease her nipples with his tongue. Mikayla's heart was racing. He was so... so... like HER. He was commanding without speaking, so passionate and forceful... so in control. His used his body to guide her down onto the soft leather. His brown eyes glistened with lust. Just then, the limo pulled up to the hotel.

"Oops, looks like we're here already," he said, smiling.

He pulled her back up, and they exited the car, and walking through a crowd of fans to get inside the hotel. They made their way to the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, Howie grabbed her shoulders, forced her against the wall, and kissed her again, hard and fast. He broke their kiss momentarily to look into her eyes. Apparently, he liked what he saw. He reached over and pushed the STOP button, which brought the elevator to a quick halt. He turned back to her and ran his hands under her shirt, pulling it off over her head. She did the same to him, and he pressed his hot chest against hers, staring into her green eyes. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. Mikayla looked down and smiled. He wasn't wearing anything under them, and his massive hard cock was standing at full attention. She felt his hands under her little skirt, as he slowly knelt in front of her to pull her panties down. As he stood up, he ran his lips up her stomach, then her chest, then he kissed her again. She put her arms around his neck as he picked up her legs and pressed her back against the wall. She felt his hardness entering her and she closed her eyes, sighing. He kissed her neck, as their frenzied lovemaking began. He thrust into her, forcing her back painfully against the cold metal wall. But it wasn't a bad pain. It was a pain she was thoroughly enjoying. His fucking was so incredible, she couldn't believe she had waited this long to give him a shot. He rammed into her over and over again, as she struggled to keep her moans and screams inside. He suddenly withdrew from her and turned her around to face he wall. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his hard cock against her ass.

"Bend over," he commanded in a rough voice. She did as he said, and he gave her a sharp smack on the ass, then a soft caress. The impact of his strike shocked her momentarily, and she almost made him stop. But then she felt the enormity that was his hard cock entering her hot wetness. She drew in a deep breath as his thrusts became harder and harder. He was moaning softly with each one, and she could feel her own excitement building. She felt one of his hands traveling up her back, then into her hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled her head sharply back. She let out a cry of pain, but she wasn't about to make him stop. The pain only added to the incredible experience. His thrusts became more frenzied and she could tell he was nearing his end. She reached between his legs and gave his balls a light squeeze, causing him to come immediately. When she felt him throbbing inside her, she allowed herself to come too, in long, satisfying waves. After he withdrew from her, she stood up and turned to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. He kissed her lips and handed her her panties, smiling.

Mikayla now knew why Nick wanted her to be with Howie. Howie was just like her... A match made in heaven... or hell.. or whatever. She laughed quietly to herself as she dressed. Howie didn't speak as he dressed, but he was smiling. He pushed the button to start the elevator again, and soon they reached the 18th floor. The boys had reserved the entire floor for their entourage. Mikayla made her way to her room as Howie followed. She turned to face him.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked, giving him a sweet smile.

"Nah, I think you've had enough fucking for one night," he said laughing. He then turned and went into his own room, leaving Mikayla shocked and speechless. Nobody ever turned her down. Until now...