“We need to be calm.”
“Screw calm,” I told him.
He tried to touch me, and I pushed him. He stumbled across the lobby. I’d had enough of being calm. Being cold and rational only gets you so far in this life. Then I walked over to where the girls were standing.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” I demanded, shifting my gaze around them. “Are you senseless, the whole damn lot of you? The police will be here soon, and there’s no way I’m letting any of you off. You will not get away with this.”
They cringed but didn’t say anything, just mumbled. Not one of them even looked repentant.
I needed to get back to Polly.
“You’re too good for her!” one of them yelled out.
I spun around. “Well, I’m sure as hell too good for you. Crazy bitches, attacking someone like that. You call yourselves my fans? Well, don’t bother with that any more. Don’t come to the concerts. Don’t buy our music. Just fuck off, the lot of you. Maybe go spend some time in therapy.”
There was a chatter of voices after that, nothing distinguishable.
Polly groaned, and I rushed to her.
“Get something to clean this blood up,” I said to the manager. “NOW!”
The manager scurried off.
I cradled Polly’s head in my arm. “Are you okay?” I asked her.
She looked so frail and broken, but I knew she was tougher than that. She could survive this.
“I’m fine,” she said. Then she grimaced as she tried to stand up. “My guitar hands are still working.”
She flexed her fingers to prove it. I smiled at her.
“Fuck. I can’t be here. I can’t be with you,” she said, rising to her feet. She took off, unsteady on her feet as she walked away from me across the lobby.
“It’s okay,” I said.
“No. I’m leaving. I’m leaving the tour. I need to get away.”
She was walking off, but I couldn’t let her go. Not like this. Not without telling her how I felt.
Chapter 37: Damo
“Wait!” I yelled.
I didn’t want her to leave. Hell, that was the last thing I wanted. I jumped up and chased her.
“Polly, stop. We need to talk.”
She kept walking. I wasn’t even sure she should be on her feet. If I didn’t let her know how I felt now, the moment would pass, and she’d hate me forever.
I grabbed hold of her hand, but she shook me off.
“There’s nothing to talk about. You want me off the tour? Fine. I’m off. Maybe we’re both better off that way.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s not like the thing between us meant anything. At least not to you.”
I had no words to explain how I felt, so I swept her into my arms, hugging her as tight as I could. At first, she struggled.
“It’s okay,” I said, smoothing her hair.
“It’s not okay. I’ve ruined everything. I heard about tonight’s show. I can’t be around you if it’s going to hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” I said again.
She relaxed, melding against my body.
“I’m sorry, Damo. I’m sorry I caused a scene onstage. I’m sorry I embarrassed you. I just can’t...”
She put her head on my shoulder.
“You don’t need to apologize. I was too harsh. I don’t deal well with people. I’ve distanced myself from the world for so long, I need to learn to be more human. I’m the one who’s sorry.”
She started to say something, but I remembered what Elijah had said: to kiss the words into her.
My lips found hers. I needed her, and I wanted her beside me forever. Those were the words I put into that kiss. I’d need to tell her in real, actual words at some time, but for now, kissing her was saying enough.
She responded the same way, her kiss telling me that she forgave me. That I was the only thing she cared about. The two of us were such opposites, but we could be stronger together than we’d ever be apart. I didn’t want to change or tame the wild side of her. I wanted to embrace it.
When we finally broke apart, her eyes shone.
“Damo, you might be one of the most annoying people I’ve ever met, but I’d rather be annoyed by you than be with anyone else in this world. I don’t know if that’s going to overwhelm you and send you running, but I have to be honest about how I feel. Otherwise, I can’t do this.”
I gave a little laugh. “That’s all I want. You and me together. If you can put up with all my faults, that is.”
“I think I can try,” she said, then pressed her teeth into her bottom lip. Then she broke out in a smile.
That pretty smile. Those liquid eyes. That warm feeling that filled my body when she was about—those were all things I couldn’t live without. That would make a great song, but right now, songs could wait. I needed to kiss her again.
This time, the kiss held no words, just a fuck-ton of unreleased passion.
Her body rubbed against mine. The two of us just fit. That much was true.
I nuzzled against her neck, and she moaned softly. I’d thought I’d never hear that sound again, I realized as I ran my hands down her body. I worshipped this woman. It wasn’t a feeling I was used to, to have another human being be so precious to me, but I’d prove it to her every moment of every day. She’d melted the coldness in my heart.
I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but I had her backed up against the wall, and her leg was wrapped around me. I ran my hand up her thigh, and she laughed breathlessly.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “It’s not hurting?”
The last thing I wanted was to make her injuries worse.
“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m sore, but nothing’s broken.”
All the love and forgiveness wrapped up in her smile shot straight to my heart.
The world disappeared. All I knew was the softness of her flesh and the beautiful scent of her arousal. I was inches away from slipping my fingers into that heat, totally unaware of anything but her. Nothing mattered but seeing the look of satisfaction on her face when I made her come.
“What the hell is going on here?”
I spun around.
Elijah and Matt were standing in the hallway behind me. Matt smiled apologetically, then slipped off. Not Elijah. Of course not Elijah.
I’d forgotten we were in the hotel lobby with a whole audience looking on.
“Damo.” Elijah shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Damo. We heard there was a commotion down here, but we were not expecting this. Is this any behavior for a professional musician? In front of a bunch of fans, too.”
He tried to sound stern, to mirror my attitude, but it was Elijah. He couldn’t help his mouth twitching into a smile.
“It’s a behavior,” I said. “Anyway, Polly isn’t a random groupie.” I glared at him to emphasize the difference. “We’re together.”
As I said that, Polly reached out and linked her fingers with mine, squeezing tightly. We both had that thrill of being officially a couple for the first time flooding our bodies. I could almost forgive Elijah for interrupting us just so I could feel that thrill.
“Are you going public?” he asked. “Because I don’t think you can get much more public than this.”
I looked around. Those crazed groupies had watched everything. The hotel staff had seen it, too. This would be all over social media in an instant... and I really didn’t give a damn. All I knew was that I loved Polly, and I wanted the world to know about it.
Before the police came, before the world went mad, I swept her up and carried her to my room. We needed some time alone.
Chapter 38: Polly
When we got upstairs, Damo treated me like I was a fragile doll. Sure, it hurt a bit where those bitches had kicked me, but I wasn’t exactly made of fine china. I could handle that shit, and more.
He sat me on his knee and kissed me gently. I wanted more than gentle kisses, though. We’d been apart too long.
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nbsp; I got up and pulled him into the bedroom.
“We can go easy,” he said.
“Sure, we can, but I don’t want to.” I threw him onto the bed, then climbed on top of him.
Straddling him with my knees each side of his hips, I took off my top. The way he sucked in his breath was more than just him being impressed with my body. I looked down. I had a massive bruise on my side.
“That doesn’t look good,” he said. “Maybe we should ease off for tonight. We’ve got the whole tour.”
An incredible smile spread over his face at that.
“Nope. No way. I’m not in pain. Well, maybe a little bit of pain, but that’s nothing compared to how I felt when we were apart. Let’s get this relationship consummated. Well, re-consummated.”
He ran his fingers softly over my ribs, tracing the bruise.
“I can’t believe they did this to you.”
I shrugged, more interested in how hard his cock was growing beneath me than anything else.
“They were nuts. Are you really pressing charges?” I asked him.
I removed his t-shirt while he was talking.
“Hell, yeah. I’m sick of being held for ransom by possible bad PR on social media. People can’t get away with doing what they like. It’ll be a pain in the ass, but screw it. Those bitches are going down. Hey, what’s that grin for?”
“I like it when you get a bit emotional and irrational,” I said. “It’s cute.”
He laughed, then threw me onto my back.
“I’ll show you irrational,” he said.
Fiery Damo was even better than emotional Damo. Especially with his legs between mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him as close to me as possible.
“That’s nice,” he said, “But it’d be even nicer if we took those panties off.”
He had a good point. Damn panties.
He unwrapped me, then eased my panties down. That still did us no good while he had his jeans on. I flicked the button, then got that zipper undone, making sure I caressed his cock in the process. Man, I loved that cock.
“Hurry up,” he said.
Ha. I had him right where I wanted him.
“Oh, sorry. I’m too injured to move fast,” I said, looking up at him with my best wide-eyed expression. “I’ll have to take this really slow.”
With that, I very slowly removed those jeans, making sure to keep my mouth very close to his crotch, my hot breath on his cock.
“Polly, this isn’t funny,” he said in a strangled voice.
He had a point. Teasing was fun, but sex was even more fun.
He was just as teasing, though, when he moved his fingers inside me. All the tension of the past few days left my body as I became a big mess of wanting him. I bucked against his hand, wanting to come but wanting this pleasure to last forever too.
He smoothed my hair away from my face, kissing my lips, my nose, my forehead as I thundered into one hell of an orgasm. The world turned black, then multicolored, then just a beautiful stillness.
“Fuck,” he said. “We should hurry. I still have that mess downstairs to deal with.”
Damn. I wanted this to go on forever. But it’d only be a temporary break, and then we’d have all night.
I wrapped my legs around him as he entered me, filling me as my pussy tightened around his cock.
He’d only just started when his phone rang. We both paused, looking at each other and knowing we couldn’t stop now. Not this close to ecstasy. Damo shook his head. His fucking turned into a frenzy of pleasure and impatience. I cried out with the pure joy of his cock inside me.
He took me right to the edge again, ramming hard as I dug my fingers into his back. He’d forgotten about me being a fragile doll. I’d forgotten too. All that mattered was us together like this.
Damn, he felt good. Perfect. I couldn’t imagine anything better than this. No matter what happened between us in the future, I knew I’d fight with everything I had to keep us together. We had something magical.
I could barely think as another orgasm rocked my body. I’d thought it couldn’t get any better? My screams pierced the night as the pleasure wracking through my body became more than I could stand.
Just as I reached the peak, Damo shuddered into his own orgasm.
“I love you, Polly,” he whispered.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t count when we’ve just finished fucking,” I told him. “You have to tell me that every day, every moment.”
He nuzzled my neck. “Don’t worry. I will.”
Chapter 39: Damo
She walked into the sound check like she owned the place. Leopard-print fake fur coat, fishnet-covered legs, sunglasses covering her eyes, glossed-up lips and that “fuck me” attitude.
No, she didn’t walk. She swaggered.
I stopped the song.
“Polly, I told you. Don’t distract me during sound check.”
She shot me a grin. A very self-satisfied grin. “Tough shit, babe. You’re going to have to learn to deal with it. Now, get your shit done so we can get onstage.”
Hell, yeah, I’d get through this sound check. The faster we finished here, the faster I’d have her back in bed.
I didn’t want to lose my focus on the music, but I could afford to slacken the reins a little. We were playing one show here in Gelsenkirchen before moving on. I couldn’t even pronounce the name of the place, but it was going to be huge, a much bigger arena than the one we’d played in Berlin. All those people didn’t want a second-rate show because I was too busy with my sex life, but I could hardly walk onstage with blue balls, either.
Elijah turned to Crow to shoot him a grin, but Crow didn’t grin back. He wasn’t staring at Polly but just beyond her.
Fay.
She didn’t seem Crow’s type. I’d never really thought about Crow having a type, but that crazy ball of energy was definitely not the type I imagined him being with. I hadn’t spent much time with Fay, but I knew I’d only be able to handle her in small doses. Putting her with Crow was like putting a kitten with a lion.
Polly scowled. She didn’t like the way Crow was looking at her cousin, that’s for sure. But what could she do about it? The heart wants what the heart wants. I’d learned that much.
We finished up, and Wreckage got onstage. Polly had thought about changing their name now that they’d dumped Miles, but Fartstard had talked her out of that on the tour bus coming here. Too much trouble to change all the promo material.
I grinned at her as she got up onstage. Just one glance from her, and I wanted to stop everything and fuck her senseless. I needed to get a handle on myself—at least hold it together long enough to get through their sound check and back to the hotel.
They ran through a couple of songs. At least the sound techs here were so on point that it didn’t take long.
I hadn’t wanted Polly to do that stupid audition. I didn’t need it. I’d been a bastard even suggesting it, but she’d insisted. Even with the bruising and the soreness, she’d played like a demon. The three of them together had something amazing that had been lacking with Miles as front man. Tonight would be their first show, but if Polly had any nerves, she didn’t show it. She was too busy getting me stirred up.
“Back to the hotel,” I said to her.
“Oh, I thought we’d do some sightseeing,” she said with a cheeky grin.
“I checked the tourist guides. There’s nothing to see here. Nothing at all. In fact, the recommended sightseeing spot is our hotel room,” I told her.
“Eww, you two are so gross,” Fay said. “Come on, Jax. We can find some fun in this town and leave the old people to fool around.”
I was more than happy for them to do that, so Polly and I headed back to the hotel. I wanted to lose myself in her.
“We have three hours,” she said. “Then we have to get back. Let’s not waste any time.”
My life might be crazy and full of drama with her around, but I didn’t want to lose a minute of that
. Elijah had been right: the fuss in the media had died down almost at once.
I grinned. “We have forever,” I said. “I’m never letting you go.”
She twisted her hand in mine, and everything was just perfect.
THE END
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