by K. Webster
“You guys ready for one more song,” I taunt.
The roar is deafening. When I turn to look for Bobby, I’m shocked to discover that they never came out on stage with me.
“Where the fuck are my boys?” I holler, only serving to make the crowd go wilder.
I turn back to the crowd and shrug.
I’m about to yell for them again when I hear a sweet sound.
“Ooooooh…”
It’s the voice of an angel.
The fans go nuts—they know her voice too.
My heart is pounding out of my fucking chest.
“Did you guys hear an angel?” I ask them.
Angel! Angel! Angel!
I chuckle because they want her back too.
“Ooooooh…”
God, she gives me fucking goose bumps. I don’t know where she is, but she’s here. With me. My eyes scan the stage, but she isn’t anywhere to be seen.
Angel! Angel! Angel!
I point at them in the audience and wink, letting them know they’re making me happy.
“Everything…”
Her voice is sweet and just high enough to send a shiver of anticipation through me. These people crave to hear her just as much as I do.
“Is going to be…”
I grin, realizing where this is going.
This time, I point at the crowd and hold my hand up making the universal sign for ‘okay.’
The crowd sings along as she says the next part.
“Okay…”
When the crowd starts screaming, I turn my attention to the other side of the stage. My eyes bug out of my head. Standing on the other side, looking like a fucking vision from Heaven, is my angel.
She smiles at me. It has so much meaning packed into such a simple gesture.
I’m sorry.
Forgive me.
You’re worth fighting for.
My eyes take in her appearance. Her hair’s been curled into sexy waves that cascade all around her. She’s wearing a white halter-top dress that cuts at just below the knees. The fabric hangs unevenly, but it somehow showcases her sexy legs. Her cute fucking feet are in some barely there, strappy sandals that sparkle. I can’t help but slowly drag my eyes along every curve of her body, all the way back up to her face.
Her makeup isn’t all hardcore rock and roll. It’s soft and sweet tonight. Her lips are shiny with a pink hue to them. God, she’s so beautiful.
“Hey there, angel,” I beam.
The crowd loves the exchange and roars with excitement.
“I’m going to sing you a song, good-looking. Feel free to join in when you think you know the words,” she teases but remains on her side of the stage.
I’m dying to go to her, but I can tell she’s planned this all out very carefully and I don’t want to ruin it for her.
“Challenge accepted.”
An acoustic guitar strums softly from somewhere behind the stage, and I grin. She winks at me and begins her song.
You told me something once before,
A simple thing I couldn’t ignore.
You held me tight and kissed my lips.
“Baby, we’re more.”
I struggled because I harbored my own secret,
One later I would come to regret.
A secret that was as big as a mountain.
Why didn’t I just tell you when we met?
At first you gave me such a hard time,
And I struggled with wanting you as mine.
Fate held other plans.
Now I’m singing you this rhyme.
You were patient.
You were kind.
You were a stubborn asshole,
But your love, oh how it shined.
When things got bad,
So very, very bad,
You made sure I knew it would all end well.
That I shouldn’t be sad.
She stops and looks up at me. I sing the words that feel right.
Angel, everything’s going to be okay,
Angel, everything’s going to be okay.
Today might be a bad fucking day,
But, angel, everything’s going to be okay.
She blinks away tears and smiles at me, pulling the microphone back to her lips.
And just like that, you stole my heart.
That little sliver that I had to give.
You owned it. Marked it. Claimed it.
And now I’m ready to give you more.
When she chokes up, I sing my next words as I slowly walk toward her. There are thousands of people here, but right now, it’s just her and me.
Angel, everything’s going to be okay,
Angel, everything’s going to be okay.
Today might be a bad fucking day,
But, angel, everything’s going to be okay.
I reach her after I sing the last part and pull her into my arms. She smell so fucking sweet, and I love the way her arms feel wrapped around me. I slide my palm to her cheek and dip my lips to hers. She kisses me eagerly.
“I”—kiss—“love”—kiss—“you”—kiss—“Chaz.” Kiss.
I’ve waited so long to hear those words. I pull away and press my forehead to hers so I can look into her eyes.
“I love you too, angel.”
I’m about to kiss her again when I hear a God-awful racket on the drums. Donnie has Ryan’s little guy in his lap and he’s letting him go to town. He looks so fucking cute with the huge noise-blocking headphones on his little head.
Ryan giggles, and in that moment, my heart binds with hers. The way she looks at him so lovingly, no secrets holding her back, she’s as bright and stunning as the fucking sun.
Donnie grabs the microphone. “Little J-Bear here has some rules for dating his momma. You best listen up, Chaz. He’s the man of their house.”
I grin at the serious look Jacob gives me. He takes the microphone from Donnie and affixes a fierce look on his face.
“Rule one is you have to buy ice cream for my mommy,” he says in a cute little chipmunk voice.
The crowd is oohing and ahhing. Ryan and I exchange a smile.
“I can do that, little buddy,” I promise.
“Rule number two is you have to make her smile every day. My mommy is pretty, but she is extra pretty when she smiles.”
This kid is wise beyond his years.
“I’ll just tickle her to make sure that happens,” I tell him and give Ryan a little tickle on her ribs as an example. She squeals with laughter and Jacob gives me a thumbs-up and an ornery grin.
“And rule three. There’s just three because I’m three and three is my lucky number. If she ever gets sad, you have to buy her a present. My mommy likes books and flowers and shoes and necklaces and puppies.”
She raises her eyebrows when he says the last part and I chuckle.
“Little man, I will definitely buy her presents. Even when she’s not sad—just because.”
He giggles and goes back to banging the drums.
I’m stretched out on the hotel bed in just my boxers, waiting for Ryan to return. Her mom and Jacob are in the room next door. She had to read him a bedtime story and will be back to spend the night with me. As excited as I am to have her alone, I’m fucking exhausted. The relief in my heart is palpable. Having her back stitched up the holes and I feel whole again. Tired, but whole.
The click of the door wakes me up. I must have drifted off for a few minutes. Ryan enters the suite and walks up to the edge of the bed beside me.
Her heels are in her hand, but she quickly tosses them to the floor and peels the dress from her body. She’s a fucking sight in her matching white lace bra and panties.
“God, I’ve missed you,” I groan, my cock threatening to rip the fabric of my boxers as it strains to escape.
“I missed you too,” she smiles and unhooks her bra.
Her sweet tits spring free and I want them in my mouth. She slides her thumbs into the sides of her panties and shimmies them do
wn her legs. When she stands back up, I’m rewarded with the glorious view of her perfect body. I can see her ribs, which makes me sick to my stomach as I think of the stress she went through. Now that she’s back, June will add a little meat to her bones with that country cooking she’s so good at.
I lift my ass, pull my boxers off, and toss them to the floor.
“Get over here, woman,” I growl.
She giggles and climbs onto the bed, settling beside me in the crook of my arm. One of her legs slides across me and her knee nudges my dick. She places her hand on my cheek and turns my head to face her.
“Chaz, thank you for being there for me through some dark times—even when I pushed you away. I’m glad you fought for me.”
I kiss her nose before speaking. “I’d wait for you forever, angel. From the moment you walked into the studio for that audition, you captivated me. At the time, you were forbidden, but the longing in my heart was there. I knew all along that the relationship I was in was a fucking joke, and it wasn’t until you came along that I realized it for sure. But please know that I wanted you from that first moment. I knew you were special, meant just for me. Something more. And that is why I do whatever it takes to have you. You were sent there that day for me, and I don’t ever intend on letting you go. You’re my angel.”
A tear slips out of her eye and wets her hair. She lifts her lips to mine and kisses me sweetly at first. But as our kiss deepens, we both give in to the sexual desire that awaits below the surface.
“Make love to me, Chaz.”
I roll her to her back and she hooks her legs around my hips. My mind is telling me to go slow and get her off before I put my dick in her, but my heart can’t fucking wait. I need to be inside her as if my body requires hers for survival. My heart sure as hell does.
My cock is rock fucking hard. I tease her pussy and groan when I realize that she’s already wet. She moans as I push my dick inside her.
“I’m sorry. I can’t fucking wait to be in you. And you feel so fucking good, angel.”
Her breaths start coming out short and quick as I thrust into her. I struggle to not come right this moment. After not having been with her in weeks, I’m about to lose my load over the way her pussy grips me. I slide my arms beneath her shoulders and pull her close to me. This is my favorite way to make love to her—as close as I can be.
She threads her fingers through my hair and gently tugs. “Chaz, I’m about to come. I’ve missed this—us—so badly.”
A long whimper escapes her lips as her wet heat clenches my cock. She tosses her head back, exposing her neck. My girl is fucking hot as hell when she comes. I dive in and suck on her neck hard enough to leave a mark. Her moan is much louder this time as she continues to ride out an intense orgasm.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan as my cock explodes with my orgasm. I fill her up with weeks’ worth of my need for her.
“I love you so much,” she pants.
My dick throbs out the rest of my release and I relax against her. She moves her head to where she can see me again, and I softly kiss her lips.
“Angel, I love you too.”
I tickle her ribs and she screams.
Laughing, I pull off her and offer her my hand. “Come on. I want to clean up my dirty girl.” She goes to swat at me, but I bounce away from her and off the bed. “I promise I won’t tickle you,” I laugh.
Rolling her eyes at me, she climbs out of the bed and walks over to me. “Next time you tickle me, you’re cut off. No more sex. We’re finished,” she threatens without malice and sashays toward the bathroom.
I run up behind her and swat her cute little ass with my palm. The sound echoes across the room and she cusses at me.
“Asshole, I’m showering alone,” she huffs, trying to hide her smile.
I follow her into the bathroom, where I find her turning on the shower. Coming up behind her, I grab her ass in both hands and squeeze.
“I’m showering with you, woman.”
She reaches in a slender arm and tests out the water. “Nope. You can go after me.”
I chuckle at her. No matter how hard she pretends to be mad at me, I know she’s not. This girl, the angel now stepping into the hot shower, loves me. She fucking loves me.
When she starts lathering her hair, I join her. The suds run down her back, which is facing me, and I’m mesmerized how they quickly slide down the swell of her ass.
“You can’t stay mad at me,” I growl.
She starts to say something but her words die in her throat when I press my dick against her lower back and reach around to cup her breasts.
“Told you so,” I gloat.
I drag a hand down to her pussy and stroke her clit with my middle finger. She whimpers but doesn’t move away.
“In fact,” I murmur against her shoulder, “I bet you want me to fuck you in this shower—hard and fast.”
“Yes,” she whispers urgently.
I push her shoulders forward, and she places her palms on the bench in the shower. Nudging her feet apart, I position my cock at her entrance.
“Fuck me, Chaz,” she begs.
I’m a man who lives to please his woman. In one hard thrust, I slam my cock into her.
“Holy shit,” I groan as I begin pumping into her tight cunt.
Her sweet little ass bounces every time I pound into her and it’s a fucking sight to behold.
“I want you to spank me,” she whispers almost inaudibly.
“What?” I ask in shock. She’s never struck me as one to get kinky.
“Never mind,” she says. The embarrassed tone in her voice breaks my heart. Surely she knows I love her enough to do whatever she asks.
“What’s that?” I try again, already knowing what she asked.
“Nothing,” she mumbles.
I slap her ass hard enough to echo against the shower walls. No playful swatting here. Full-on kinky spankings.
“Oh!” she moans.
“Did you like that?”
When she doesn’t answer with words, only a pleased whimper, I smack her bottom again. The flesh is turning bright red and my dick gets incredibly harder.
“Chaz!”
“Ask for it, angel.” I’ve never done kinky shit like this, so I’m so fucking turned on to be trying it with her.
“I’ve been so naughty,” she purrs. “I think you should spank me again.”
I almost come from her sexy-as-shit words, but I hold it in. I’ll hold it in as long as possible to make her fantasies come true.
When I slap her sweet ass a third time, she climaxes hard. Her tight fucking pussy milks my cock and I come immediately inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so amazing, angel,” I praise.
She pulls off me, stands up, and turns toward me. Her hands slide along my chest and around my neck.
“Making love with you is so sweet, and I can’t get enough of it.”
I quirk up an eyebrow at her because I feel a ‘but’ coming on.
“But…”
There it is. My lips curl up on one side in a smug grin.
“But fucking is so hot,” she purrs.
I look down at her and kiss her nose. “Well that’s a good thing,” I laugh.
She scrunches up her nose. “Why?”
I grab her ass and lift her up, leaning her against the cold tile. “Because I’m about to do it again.”
And on that note, I slam back into her sweet pussy without a moment’s hesitation.
“Go fish,” Jacob giggles.
“Do you have a three?” Chaz asks him, wagging his eyebrows.
Jacob squeals and tosses down his cards on the table.
“They really like each other,” June whispers to me.
I turn and smile at her. “Yeah, they really do.”
It’s been three weeks since our reunion, and tonight’s our last show. I’m looking forward to spending time just the three of us. Chaz already said that he’s putting up his house for sale and buying one in
Flagstaff to be near us. Of course, Jason still doesn’t approve of my whirlwind romance with Chaz, but he’s not my father nor is he my husband anymore. Unfortunately though, we share a child and custody, so I can’t just run off to Vegas to be with Chaz. Thankfully, Chaz loves me and Jacob enough to want to be near us.
“June?”
“Yeah, babe?” she asks as she pulls the last of the chicken from the fryer.
“When did you know? That Bobby was your forever?”
She turns and grins at me, her green eyes twinkling. “When I was a small, pigtailed little girl, he pinned me down in a field and shoved a bug down my pants. I hated him then, but I also knew he was mine forever.”
I laugh and turn my attention back to Chaz and Jacob, both in a serious Go Fish tournament.
“Psst, Ry-Bear,” Donnie whispers as he saunters into the kitchen and pulls me in for one of his comforting hugs.
“What?” I giggle.
“They’re distracted by their daily Go Fish game,” he tells me conspiratorially. “Let’s head up to the loft and make baby Donnies.”
I push him away and laugh. “You wish, drummer boy.”
Chaz slaps down his cards. “You win again, little man. Now I have to go beat down Uncle Donnie.”
The next few minutes are a flurry of three-year-old screams and manly grunts as Chaz tackles Donnie to the floor and Jacob eggs them on.
“You a-hole! Find your own woman,” Chaz grunts as he locks his arm around Donnie’s neck.
Donnie wiggles out of his grasp and flips him under him before they grapple some more. “Kiss my big, hairy, white bum, you mother farter!”
June and I are laughing hysterically. After several discussions with the guys over the past few weeks, they have finally started trying really hard not to cuss around Jacob. But he still soaks up everything they say and do like a sponge. Thankfully, Jason let me keep him this whole time, knowing that the tour would be ending soon and we would be back. He can be an asshole, but sometimes he’s tolerable.
“Mother farter! Mother farter!” Jacob squeals and launches himself on Donnie’s back.
“Jacob!” I admonish and pull him off Donnie. “Those still aren’t nice words, buddy.”
He frowns but nods. “Sorry, Mommy.”
The guys stop wrestling when Chaz groans out a, “Fuuuuuuuuck.”
