When I returned, no one asked me what I was doing. I made a cup of coffee and turned around to see Kit was still lost in whatever she was looking at on her phone. She frowned at something, then slapped her phone face down on the table.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, immediately taking a seat to her left.
“My mom is out of jail and moved everything out of our apartment.” She cursed and covered her face with one hand. She took a deep breath and then sat up straighter, swiping her hand through the air. “No, I’m not going to worry about that until I get home.”
“You can stay with me,” I blurted, realizing I had just offered her a place in my home.
“I can’t,” she replied.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to impose,” she said, looking at me from the corner of her eye.
My knuckle bumped her chin, causing Kit to turn her head in my direction. I leaned in and took her lips with mine, tasting the sweetness from the creamer she used in her coffee. I didn’t release her lips until the tension fled her body.
“When are you going to accept the fact that you are mine?”
“Is that what this is?” she whispered. Her eyes darkened as her tongue snaked out and ran along her bottom lip.
“Yes,” I breathed out, capturing her lips for another taste.
Chapter Twelve
Kit
Call me when you get this. Maggie is out of jail and moved everything out of the apartment.
I stared at the message from my uncle after Aiden had finally released me from the kiss that calmed me more than it should’ve with the news I’d just been given. The conviction in my mind to leave my mother to her vices was solid. She’d made her bed, and I refused to let her take me down with her. She was on her own.
“Excuse me,” I mumbled, standing up from the dinette. Aiden started to follow me toward the back of the bus, but I waved him off, leaving him staring after me as I pushed past the bunk area of the bus. Once I entered the back lounge room, I slid the pocket door closed and hit the number for my uncle.
“Hey, Kit,” Roger greeted sadly. He sounded tired.
“How bad is she?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose. Did I even want to know what happened?
“She’s gone,” he answered. “She didn’t even leave a note this time.” Jesus!
“How’s Kylie?” I had to know my baby sister was okay. She was so innocent in all of this. How could a mother run off on her own child?
“Kylie is going to be fine,” he promised, his deep baritone voice strong and steady. “She’s so much stronger than you realize, Kit. She reminds me of her big sister.” We had to be strong in the environment we lived in with her. There’d been several times I’d had to kick out her drug buddies so they wouldn’t expose Kylie to that lifestyle. It was a miracle I didn’t fall into the same pit as my mother. I guess when you’ve grown up in that toxicity, you learn what not to do in life.
“I hope you’re right.” I smiled, knowing he was trying to cheer me up. There was a long pause over the line. I knew Roger was working himself up to ask something, but I could’ve never guessed at what he asked next.
“Do you love him, Kit?” Aiden…he wanted to know if I loved Aiden.
“I don’t know,” I offered, knowing I was lying to not only myself, but the only family I had other than my sister.
“I think you do,” he chuckled. “That man obviously loves you.”
“How can you know that?” I chuffed. If I could roll my eyes any harder, they’d have been stuck in the back of my head.
“No man would send ten grand to the family of a woman he is just friends with.” He paused, then said, “I want you to be happy.”
“You and me both,” I replied, leaning my head back against the couch. “Do you need me to come home?”
I had no idea where we were, or how close we were to Seattle. Our next festival was that night, and as bad as I wanted to, I couldn’t leave the band to run home.
“No,” he answered. “I have everything covered here.” Roger was taking good care of Kylie with my mom out of the picture. The legal documents were solid. That really didn’t matter, because we both knew she didn’t want the responsibility of raising her own blood. She’d made her decision.
Now, it was time to make my own path in life.
“You there?” Roger asked after my long silence.
“Yeah,” I answered. “Just thinking.”
“About?” he pushed. Roger had always been the one with a level head. He could explain the meaning of life in a way that made sense and you’d believe his every word.
“What I want.” I chuckled, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of my eyes.
“Did you figure that out?” he laughed.
“I think I did.” I hung up and stared at the closed door. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed…and he’d been in front of me the entire time. I was just too worried about what I could lose, instead of what I could gain, to see it clearly.
Chapter Thirteen
Aiden
Kit returned to the front of the bus, a soft smile on her lips. My heart dropped into my stomach as I realized she was coming toward me…willingly. The moment I opened my arms, she fell into my embrace. I tilted her head back and took her lips, not caring to hear anything she had to say. I wanted the connection with her to be physical. The rest could wait for later. I heard a throat clear and pulled away from her, looking toward the front of the bus. Our driver smiled broadly as he stopped at a red light. “Five minutes, Aiden.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
“Five minutes?” Kit asked, her cute brow pushing forward. I reached up and smoothed the skin there and smiled. “It’s a surprise.”
“Aiden,” she said cautiously, but I shut her up with another heated kiss right there in the middle of the living area of the bus…with my entire band and crew watching.
No one spoke as the bus came to a stop. Kit started to protest when I pulled her toward the front of the bus, but my hard stare brought her up short. She pressed her lips together and looked out the front window of the bus. I didn’t even respond to her gasp when she saw that we’d pulled up to a hotel.
“You have four hours to get to the venue,” Steven warned as Joe opened the door. “Don’t be late.”
The weather was overcast. A dreary day was upon us, but I wasn’t going to let it put a damper on my feelings toward Kit. Whatever had been said on that phone call caused her mood to lighten enough to forget the absence of the sun.
We entered the lobby hand in hand, neither one of us wanting to let go of the connection. I made my way over to the check-in counter, accepting the key to the room I’d already reserved online. Within a few minutes, we were taking an elevator up to the seventh floor.
“Aiden?” Kit questioned when I pushed the door to the room open wide. “What’s going on?”
“We need privacy,” I replied, tossing the key card on the small desk by the door.
“For?” she asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t afraid of me, and I was thankful for that, because in that moment…I needed her.
It was time.
Dropping to my knees at her feet, I took her hands into mine and looked up into her beautiful blue eyes. “Kit, I need you. I don’t know what the hell is going on with us, but I feel something when you are near me. I fucking crave you.”
“Aiden,” she gasped, squeezing my hand. “I’ve been a complete jerk to you.”
“Because you thought being mine was forbidden, right?” I asked, already knowing I was right. She played by the rules; so much more than I ever did.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice cracking at the end.
“It’s not forbidden, Kit,” I promised. “I’ve fought my attraction to you for far too long.”
“So have I,” she added, then smiled.
“Tell me you’ll be mine,” I begged as I lifted myself from the floor. I’d never been one to beg at anyone’s feet, but I’d
do it every single day for the rest of my life if it meant Kit would be mine, and mine alone.
“I want to be yours,” she said.
She moaned when I lunged for her, pushing her back on the bed and taking her lips in a tangle of tongues and growls of need. Her nails scored my back as she dragged my shirt over my head. My hands fumbled with her pants and, before I knew it, she was completely bare beneath me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I moaned as I pressed against her pussy, feeling how wet she was for me. I didn’t even wait for her to adjust, pulling her legs up and over my hips only a split second before I thrust deep inside her.
“Fuck, Aiden,” she moaned, lifting her hips to help me sink lower into her warmth.
“I don’t know what tomorrow will bring,” I began as I slowed my movements, “but what I do know is that I want you by my side in everything…music and life.”
Her body trembled beneath me. The soft moans that fell from her lips were made just for me, and I growled as I felt her tighten around my cock. “Don’t you dare come!”
“I…please…need,” she stuttered, rolling her head from side to side. Those sharp nails dug into my forearms and the burn registered as pleasure instead of pain. Fuck, she was perfect for me.
“No,” I smirked. “I’m not done with you. We have hours.”
“Fuck me,” she snarled, bucking against me. My little hellcat raised up and rolled her shoulder against mine, throwing me off to the side. She didn’t waste time climbing on top of me and grasping my cock with her hand. “My turn.”
Air hissed through my teeth when she took me back inside, placing her hands on my stomach and rolling her hips. The sensation caused my balls to tighten almost to the point of pain, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from spilling inside her.
“Fuck,” I growled, grabbing Kit’s hips to stop her movements. “We forgot condoms.”
“I’m on the pill,” she purred, a naughty smirk tilting at the corner of her lip. “Now, shut up and fuck me, Aiden Hawke.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, chuckling as I pulled her forward so my cock slid completely free from her sex. She started to curse at me again, but when I tucked my arms under her legs and pulled her pussy to my face, my little sassy bassist shut the hell up.
However, she did scream my name each time I made her come for the next few hours.
“I’m going to make you come over and over…until you finally admit that you are mine.”
“I’m yours, Aiden,” she panted, falling to my side. I pulled her over so her head was resting against my heart. “I think I was yours the first time you touched me.”
“I knew you were mine from the moment you walked into the audition,” I admitted, kissing her softly on the forehead. “I want you to move in with me.”
“I think I want that too,” she whispered, tilting her head back so she could look into my eyes. “I was so stupid to push you away.”
“Are you going to let me help your uncle with the things he needs for your sister?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t refuse me. “If you are truly mine, Kit Ellis, you will learn that I will provide for you in every way. That means helping out with your family, too.”
“I was a fool to think he could do it on his own,” she said, tears pooling in her eyes. I reached up and wiped away the first one that fell over and trailed down her cheek.
“Raising a kid is hard,” I offered. “My mother worked two jobs to support me.”
“What about your dad?” she asked.
“Never met the guy.” I shrugged and touched the side of her face. “I had my mom and that’s all I ever needed…until now.”
“Aiden Hawke,” she smirked. “You sure know how to tell a girl you love her.”
“But I haven’t said it yet,” I teased. She had to know that I loved her. “I do love you, Kit Ellis.”
“I know,” she murmured, touching the side of my face.
Glancing at the clock, I smiled when I realized we had another forty-five minutes before we had to catch a cab to the venue. Kit ran her hands through my hair and captured my lips before I could do the same. Her tongue traced one of my two piercings, and I growled out my pleasure as I sunk back into her awaiting heat.
It was done.
Kit was mine.
Epilogue
2 Years Later
Aiden
“You ready, baby?” I asked, giving Kit a wink.
“I’m so ready,” she laughed, ruffling out her hair that was now a hot pink.
I waited for Joe to open the door before taking Kit’s hand into my own. Four security guys waited for us outside, and as we stepped off the bus, they made a barrier around us to escort us to the stage. People stared when we moved as one through the line of buses and toward the main stage.
Night had fallen in the desert. The roar of the crowd caused a rush of adrenalin to course through my body. Thousands of people chanted our name as we set out to headline the Get Rocked Festival in Las Vegas. Had it only been two years since we were here as an opener? So much had changed since that time. We were now at the top of the charts, selling out arenas everywhere we toured.
“Two minutes,” a tech informed me as he stepped up to our side. “Good luck out there.”
Watching my beautiful wife prepare for our headline debut of the Get Rocked Festival, I realized how thankful I was that she’d come to the audition and blew me away with her talent. We married a year and a half ago at the Justice of the Peace in downtown Phoenix. Her uncle and baby sister were there with Jude and Kade. They were the only family we had and needed to witness our vows to each other.
Kylie was now enrolled in a private school, getting the best education we could buy. Her uncle was living in our guest house, working for me as the caretaker for our home. It was easier that way. Kit could tour and not worry about her family anymore.
Her mother died six months ago, succumbing to the evils that had plagued her. We buried her properly, and Kit stepped up to the plate, putting her sister’s future ahead of any heartache she felt over the woman who gave her life.
“You ready?” Kit asked, bringing me back to the present.
“Yes, ma’am.” I smiled, placing a quick kiss on the corner of her lips.
Jude slipped out to his kit under the cover of darkness. Once he was in place, I nodded toward Kade. He raised his knuckles in our direction as we bumped them for good luck. When we broke away, I waited for Kit to take the three short steps up to the stage before following her. The lights flooded the stage as the spotlight centered on my face. I smiled widely and raised my voice to the air.
“HELLO, LAS VEGAS!”
The End…
About Theresa Hissong:
Theresa is a mother of two and the wife of a retired Air Force Master Sergeant. After seventeen years traveling the country, moving from base to base, the family has settled their roots back in Theresa’s home town of Olive Branch, MS, where she enjoys her time with family and friends.
After almost three years of managing a retail bookstore, Theresa has gone behind the scenes to write romantic stories with flare. She enjoys spending her afternoons daydreaming of the perfect love affair and puts those ideas to paper.
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