Excerpt of Hiatus by L.A. Witt

“The Riverside Hotel, please.”

The cab driver punched it into his GPS, turned on the meter,
and pulled away from the fairgrounds. The enormous parking
lot had mostly cleared out, but there were still a few
people making their way back to their cars, so I kept my
baseball cap pulled over my eyes. As much as I adored my
fans, and still couldn’t believe they’d recognize me—never
mind mob me—I had somewhere else I needed to be tonight.

In my lap, I turned on my phone and texted my boyfriend,
Cameron.

Then I turned the phone over and grinned in the darkness.
Cam and his husband, Theo, had flown in this afternoon. I
hadn’t seen them in three weeks—not since they’d met me like
this at another hotel in another city—and I’d been climbing
the walls every night. Skyping, texting, and e-mailing only
did so much to make up for the lack of physical contact
while I was out on tour. For the last seven months, I’d been
on the road, only occasionally dropping back into LA, and in
between, seeing them whenever they could meet me. Seven
months down, at least five to go, assuming more dates
weren’t added again.

Technically, we had an open relationship. Especially while I
was out on the road, they had no problem with me hooking up
with other guys. The same went for them. The only rules were
we had to use condoms with other people, and with each other
if we’d been with anyone else.

In practice, though, they were monogamous except for me, and
despite the option being open, I hadn’t touched anyone. My
band thought it was hilarious—now that we’d actually made it
big and could act like the rock stars we’d always thought we
were, I was practically celibate. Go figure.

But I didn’t want anyone else. For the last four and a half
years, the only men I’d touched were the two who’d welcomed
me into their bed and their marriage. I was one lucky
bastard too. They were sweet, generous, and both were
dynamite between the sheets.

Didn’t hurt that they were gorgeous too. They were
different, and yet somehow complemented each other.
Fair-skinned Cam, who never managed to get any color despite
living in Los Angeles. Theo, who could tan just looking at a
photo of a beach. They both worked out and looked the part,
and even though they’d long ago left the world of
high-powered investment banking, they still looked that part
too. Theo kept his dark hair short and professional. Cam
looked studious and serious whether or not he had on his
glasses. Small wonder they’d caught my eye that first night,
since they’d both been wearing shirts and ties.

I shivered. God, those two were the reason business attire
had been invented.

My phone buzzed. I turned it over, and Cam had written back.

I put the phone down again and rolled my stiff shoulders. I
was seriously tempted to ask him for a massage tonight, but
damn it, he hadn’t come here to work. He and Theo were here
so we could fuck each other senseless, which would tide us
over until the next tour stop where they could meet me.