Soul-Mates Forever

by Vicki Green

  Taking her hand, I begin rubbing circles with my thumb. “It’s normal to be scared but isn’t it better to know for sure? It will stop your worrying about it and then we can go on with our lives. Either way, I’m there for you, beauty. I love you.” She nods slowly, and I pull her lip from her clenched teeth and rub it. “Ok. I’ll be right back. I’ll let Hulk know I’m leaving on the way out.” I stand and lean over to kiss her. “Everything’s gonna be ok, baby. I promise.”

  Leaving the store, I make quick time to get to my car with not only several tests but also some beer, a few groceries and a red rose for my girl. Fumbling with my bags, I’m shoved into the side of my car with an “Omph.”

  “Fuck, homie. Thought I’d never get you alone,” a deep and dark voice hits my ear. “What you did to me was wrong, homie and after everything I did for you. Tsk… tsk… tsk… Sucks to be a stool pigeon, huh?”

  “Darndage. What you did for me? You made me into your runner, your seller and pimper. Fuck you! You made my already horrible life even worse. You didn’t help me. You kept me from having a better life, you asshole!” I sneer as I try to push back, but he has me held firmly against the car.

  He pushes me harder against my car, my bags being smashed in between. “Watch it brother, you’re already in deep shit. I am so going to enjoy your pay back to me. I am already envisioning fucking your girlfriend and setting my seed in her before I kill your ass.”

  I struggle wanting to kill him with a vengeance, but I am released that fast, and I turn around quickly to find him nowhere in sight. Dammit! He needs to be found and stopped! Getting in my car, I place my ruined bags in the passenger seat and retrieve my phone out of my pocket, scroll down until I find the number I need and hit call.

  “Stiles. Darndage just cornered me at the grocery store and threatened Pax and me again. What in the fuck is going on with finding his ass? Yeah. Ok. Yes, I will definitely let Hulk know when I get home. Ok. Thanks, man.” I set my phone down in the dash tray and rev up my car and squeal the tires as I race home.

  Hulk rises from his chair as I run up the stairs. He grabs one of my bags and looks at me with a concerned look. “What’s up, boss? What happened?” I relayed everything that happened, not leaving out any details.

  “Stiles says he’s getting a team out to look for him right now. Keep your eyes open and let your guys know. I’m going to be sticking to Pax like glue until that motherfucker is caught and put behind bars or killed. I’m hoping for the latter.” He slaps my back and hands me the bag back and heads down the porch stairs. Fuck! I hope they catch him soon. If anything happens to Pax, I can’t go on anymore.

  I’m sitting on our bed while Pax is in our bathroom taking the pregnancy test. My leg is bouncing up and down in my impatience. God, I hope she’s pregnant. It feels like it takes fucking forever, but I look up fast when she walks out of the bathroom door and quickly walks to me. She sits down next to me and hands me the test tube. My arm wraps around her, and she begins to cry softly into my chest. “Hey, now. It’s ok. We have tons of time. We’re young, healthy and love each other. It’ll happen when it’s meant to,” I tell her as I rub her arm. Finally, she stops crying and looks up at me with those red, swollen and tear filled eyes. “And damn, are we gonna have fun trying to get you pregnant!” I say seriously, wiggling my eyebrows.

  She bursts out laughing and throws her arms around my neck. “I love you so much!” We stay like that for a long time until we finally break free of each other, and begin to kiss in a frenzy and make love for hours. Whelp, no time like the present to start trying.

  Once we’ve cleaned each other up from our love making and have eaten some late, very late, lunch, I call the guys to come over and practice in the studio. Pax said she needs to get back to a normal life of some kind, so we thought this would be a great way to start. We end up practicing late into the night and return to our love making around three in the morning. Hell, I thought she would be exhausted, I know I am, but apparently not too tired to have several orgasms. After cleaning us both up with a washcloth, I slide into bed behind my sleeping girl, put my hand in between her legs and close my eyes.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The next week is pretty uneventful, well with the exception of being totally exhausted from our baby making. Ok, not really complaining but damn my girl has a thirst that can’t be quenched. I don’t think I have had this much sex in my entire life and in my man whoring days, I had a ton. Between that, work and band practice, I think I need to buy some vitamins. We’re scheduled to play at the bar tonight, and Pax will be singing a few songs with us to see what our crowd thinks. She is so nervous she is driving me crazy.

  “But what if they hate me? What if they start throwing stuff at me? I don’t want to be covered in liquor!” She rambles while pacing back and forth in our bedroom as we try to get ready.

  After putting my shoe on, I stand up and grab her shoulders, careful of her mending arm, and stop her in her fast tracks. “Beauty! Calm down! You’re just nervous. It’s normal. Now, go get your pants on and finish getting ready.” I kiss her pouty lips quickly and smack her butt cheek. Leaning down to her ear I whisper, “Not that I don’t love you parading around in your panties. Mmmm.” Standing up on her tiptoes, she kisses me back, her tongue invading my mouth and we both moan in unison. Fuck, we’re never gonna get out of here on time. With our mouths still interlocked, I slowly pull her panties down. We break our kiss long enough for me to bring them all the way to the floor and for her to step out of them. My mouth hones into hers again as I pick her up and lay her down on our bed. Guess we’re gonna be late.

  “Damn, dude! We’re about to go on! Where the fuck have you been?” Spike yells as Pax and I enter the backroom of the bar. Setting my guitar down, I pull my girl close to me. Spike rolls his eyes and waggles his brows at Granger and Turner. “Oh! I see how it is. Well the place is fucking packed tonight. I mean wall to wall. Better get a move on!” The guy’s head towards the stage while I give my beauty a good luck kiss.

  “I’m so nervous. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Maybe I…” I cut her off with another kiss. Our kiss starts to deepen when I hear the crowd start to yell and scream.

  “You’ll be great, baby, don’t worry. It is a little nerve racking at first but I know you’ll get used to it and love it! You’re gonna rock this shit!” She kisses me passionately until I hear the faint beat of Spike’s sticks. I take her hand. “Come on, beauty. Let’s get you and your rockin’ angel voice out there.” I see her swallow. Her eyes go wide, but she puts on her beautiful smile, and we head to the stage.

  I leave her at the outskirts of the stage so I can introduce her first and get in front of the mic. “ARE YOU READY TO ROCK THIS HOUSE?” I scream. The crowd goes crazy, jumping up and down and screaming. ‘WELL ALRIGHT THEN!” I stand there and let everyone calm down a little before I speak again. “I wanna introduce you all to someone special. She has an amazing voice, like a rockin’ angel and she rocks the shit outta our songs. Paxton Davenport is in the house!”

  Looking over I see Pax wringing her hands, her bottom lip in her teeth. Dammit, come on girl, you can do this. I start to move to go get her, but she squares her shoulders, takes a deep breath and walks up the stairs to the stage. The crowd hushes as she gets in her place at the mic next to me.

  “GIVE THE LITTLE LADY A BIG HAND, FOLKS! SHE’S HERE TO ROCK YOUR SOCKS OFF!” The crowd starts to clap slowly and then begins yelling and cheering. Spike clicks his sticks together in front of his mic and the others begin to play the first song of the night. It’s one of our first songs and the crowd’s favorite. I begin to play and sing and turn my head towards Pax and give her my best smile. She smiles slightly and then puts her hand on the microphone. Her eyes stay glued to mine as she starts to sing. My smile couldn’t get any bigger. As her timid voice begins to get louder, the crowd starts dancing, singing along and cheering. Once the song is over, I can tell Pax is relaxed and having a blast. She even danced a little while s
inging. That’s my girl!

  When our first set is done, and I announce we are taking a quick break, the crowd hisses with awwwww’s and booooo’s. I take my girl’s hand and lead her through the thick crowd trying to get to our table in the corner. People are patting her arms and back and congratulating her and telling her how much they love her. I think she is loved by the crowd more than I am. I’m ok with that.

  We get to the table, and Allie, Cassie and Lana are taking turns hugging Pax while Shane, Jessie and Buck man hug me and slap me on my shoulder, while Hulk stands guard right by us. “She’s a big hit, mate. Proud of her,” Shane tells me as he hands me a beer. “Hate to say it but I think she completes your band, makes your songs sound even better.” I clap my hand on his shoulder and smile.

  “Don’t I know it, mate. I’m so proud of her. She was a nervous wreck but I think she did a-mazing!” He nods along with Jessie and Buck. Just then an arm wraps through mine, and I turn my head to see a smiling Pax, holding her beer up in the air.

  “Hey, guys. That was a fucking blast!” She giggles, takes a big gulp of beer and then starts giggling again. “When do we go back on?” Yep, she loves it now. That’s my beauty.

  We stand around talking to our friends getting an occasional congrats and a pat on our backs from fans until I hear the faint tap of Spike’s sticks. Time to get back to work. Everyone kisses Pax and smack’s my arms again as we leave our friends and head to the stage. We rock the shit outta the second set and return to our friends for our last break of the night. Leaving Pax with her girls, I head to the bathroom. Hulk punches my arm as I pass by and gives me his goofy grin. After doing my business and washing my hands, I open the bathroom door and see Claire leaning against the wall across the hall.

  “Hey,” she smiles sadly. I walk until I’m in front of her and she starts crying. “Oh, my God, Tuck. I’m so sorry for what happened to Paxton. It’s all my fault. Fuck! I’m such a twit, clowning around with you, in front of everyone. What in the hell is wrong with me?”

  I pull her into my arms and rub her back as she cries into my shoulder. “Shhhh. No, it’s not your fault, Claire. It’s all good. She just didn’t know we are close friends. Everything is ok.” My head turns to find Pax standing five feet from us, smiling. “Everything’s cool now,” I say as I wink and smile at my girl.

  “It’s more than ok,” Pax states as she walks over to us. Claire stands back up against the wall and watches as my girl comes to me, my arm instinctively wrapping around her waist. “Hi, Claire. I’m Paxton. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Claire smiles, wipes away her tears and shakes Pax’s hand.

  “Oh, my. You are so beautiful. I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding. I promise I won’t ever do that ever again.” Claire’s eyes get watery again, but she smiles sadly at Pax.

  Pax reaches her hand out and lays it on Claire’s shoulder. “Hey, any friend of Tucks is a friend of mine and don’t you forget it. And anytime you feel the need to be crazy on Tuck, be my guest.” She looks at me and winks, then back at Claire. “It’s hard to resist my sexy rocker man.” They both start giggling, and I can’t help but laugh.

  We rock the shit outta the bar on our last set. The bouncers had to get some wild women from climbing up on the stage twice. “WHELP, THAT’S IT MY FRIENDS! HOPE YOU ENJOYED ROCKING OUT WITH RAZERS EDGE TONIGHT. THANKS FOR WELCOMING OUR NEWEST MEMBER, PAXTON. SHE’S AN ANGEL FROM HEAVEN!” The crowd goes crazy and starts yelling for more. I turn my head to all the guys and get nods back. Walking over to the far corner of the stage, I grab a high stool and bring it back by my microphone and take a surprised Pax’s hand. I lead her over, lift her up and set her on it. I return to the crowd and pull the mic off the stand. “THIS IS MY SWEET ANGEL AND I HAVE ONE LAST SONG FOR YOU.” I kneel down in front of my girl, take her hand in mine and start singing to her.

  Let me take you in my arms, let me love you,

  Be my angel forever, be my girl,

  I can’t live another day, I can’t stay away,

  Let me make you mine, forever

  Angel be mine, Angel of mine,

  Let me show you the world, let me make you my world,

  Angel of mine, Angel be mine,

  Let me make you mine, forever

  Marry me, say you’ll marry me,

  I’ll do anything you want, I’ll give you everything you need,

  Let me give you my love, let me give you the world,

  Marry me, say you’ll marry me,

  I want to take you in my arms and never let go,

  Making love to you has never meant so much,

  You’re my world, you’re my everything,

  Marry me, say you’ll marry me. Be mine forever.

  I can’t finish the song as she jumps off the stool and lunges at me. Dropping the mic, I lift her up, our mouths connecting immediately. The crowd roars out with whoops and hollering to deafening proportions. The guys keep playing the song as we continue to kiss. Suddenly, I set her down on her feet, kneel in front of her, and as I pull the ring box out of my pocket, I look up to see her shaking hand covering her mouth and her eyes wide and filled with tears.

  “My beauty, my angel. Would you make this official and do me the honor of marrying me? Would you spend eternity with me, have tons of children with me and grow old with me?” She nods, and a few tears start to make their way onto her face. I take her other hand, take the ring out of the box and place it on her ring finger. I lean over and kiss the ring, stand up and catch her as she throws her arms around me. All the people are shouting their awwwww’s and screaming as we kiss again.

  “I love you my sexy rocker. I love you so much!” She whispers in my ear.

  It takes longer than normal leaving the bar that night. So many people stopping us and congratulating us as we try to make our way back to our table. The guys in the band and all our friends stay around after the bar closes. They drink and laugh with us. It was the best private party we’ve ever had.

  * * *

  Best. Night. Ever! Tuck and I both got a little tipsy, but he straightened up when it was time to drive home. We made love way into the morning hours and then cuddled in our favorite position, and I quickly fell asleep. I was exhausted from being so nervous about singing in public, but then exhilarated once I did because it was freaking awesome. And then his proposal in front of everyone, I about died! The party with our friends afterwards was a blast and making love the rest of the night until just a few hours ago was the most amazing part.

  I’m now lying here wrapped up in my lover’s arms and holding out my hand admiring my ring. It’s gorgeous! I couldn’t have picked out one better. He has impeccable taste. It’s a princess cut diamond in the shape of a heart with small diamonds framing it and is set in an antique mounting. Looking over at him, I watch him sleep, the smooth skin on his broad chest rising and falling slowly with his breathing, his well-groomed beard sets off his gorgeous face and his closed eyes showing his long black lashes any girl would die to have. I am the luckiest woman in the world, no doubt. I can’t sleep anymore so I quietly remove the covers, tucking them around my man, go do my bathroom duties and head down to the kitchen. Wow! It’s already one in the afternoon. I make some sandwiches, grab some chips and sodas and head into the living room. I turn on the T.V. and find a good movie. By the time I got through half of my sandwich, I felt arms around me from behind.

  “Hey, beauty. Whatcha got there? Is that other one for me?” I nod and smile as he kisses my cheek. He jumps over the back of the couch, sits down close and takes a bite of his sandwich quickly. “Damn, didn’t realize how hungry I am,” he says with a mouthful.

  “Well, we both worked up quite an appetite last night,” I smirk. He smiles as he chews and then swallows. I watch his Adams apple as it slides down and then back up his throat. Damn, I’m horny again. He leans over and pulls my bottom lip from between my teeth with his lips and then kisses the hell outta me.

  “You are my appetite,” he says against my mouth
. My heart is racing, my chest tight, and I think I just melted into a puddle. He’s so fucking sexy. He picks up his sandwich again, takes a huge bite, followed by stuffing some chips in his mouth. Ok, he’s a bit of a pig when he eats but a sexy pig. I start giggling. “What?” He says as he chews his food. I can’t help but giggle more.

  We lazy around, eating, laughing and watching a movie until it’s time to get ready for the bar gig again. I am stoked now that I went through with it last night. Of course, we take our time getting ready in the shower, making passionate love and washing each other, and we are late again. I think the guys in the band will either get used to us being late or pissed off. We have another big and wild crowd and rocked the shit outta the bar once again. By the time we get home, we’re exhausted but not too tired to make love again, on the floor in the living room, on the stairs leading up to our bedroom and then on our bed. Damn, we’re like freakin’ bunnies in heat but oh, my God, I can’t get enough of him!

  A week flew by and we practiced in our studio every night, Hulk sitting at a table there protecting us and getting into the music. No word from Stiles about Darndage so I’m feeling like maybe he’s left town and will leave us alone, but I don’t know if we can be that lucky or if he’s just laying low after the airport scene. I still have a really bad feeling. We’re all sitting around with Hulk, laughing, drinking and cutting up when Tucks phone rings. He winks and walks to the other side of the room, his phone against his ear. I’m laughing at something Spike said when I see Tuck roughly put his phone in his pocket and walk out the door angrily. Quickly, I get up and run after him. He makes it to the garage at our house by the time I catch up.

  “Tuck? What is it, what’s wrong? Is it Darndage?” I ask grabbing ahold of his arm. He spins around quickly, his brows knitting together.

  “No, baby. Just… I need some time alone, ok? Everything’s… I just need some time.” I nod and stand there confused as I watch him rev up his bike and take off. What in the hell was that all about?