by K. Webster
And we could have had more time.
But life had its own damn plans.
Now nothing will ever be fine.
Why did things go so wrong?
That’s what I need to know.
My heart aches so damn bad,
‘Cause when you’re gone, I’ll be so low.
And then things begin to change.
My eyes, they’re never dry.
A whisper trickles from your lips.
You say, ‘Son, please don’t cry.’
I want to stay like this forever.
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I want to stay like this forever.
With you here with me.
I took your heart into my palm.
You trusted it to me.
I crushed it without regard,
But still you did not flee.
How can you take this abuse?
Allow me to tear it apart?
Baby, you still promise me all your love,
Even when I break your heart.
I want to stay like this forever.
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I want to stay like this forever.
With you here with me.
Even though our time was short,
It meant the world to me.
I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
That much, you can see.
Now my heart is heavy but oh so full, Dad,
As I remember our good times.
Times of love and laughter,
I’ll try not to be too sad.
I want to stay like this forever.
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I want to stay like this forever.
With you here with me.
Now that I have her,
We’ll never let each other go.
No matter what tomorrow brings,
You’ll be there with me, going with the flow.
Always there by my side,
Even from afar.
Honey, I’ll protect you always,
And our baby, our little star.
I want to stay like this forever.
There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
I want to stay like this forever.
With you here with me.
Forever
Forever
Just you and me.
Forever
Forever
Please don’t leave.
The music ended and I jumped from my chair, running to Bobby. I slung my arms around him and kissed the top of his head.
“Baby, that was beautiful. I love you so much,” I gushed.
He turned to look at me and repeated the last few words to the song, “Just you and me. Forever. Please don’t leave.”
Pressing my lips to his, I kissed him a moment before I pulled away and promised him, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
We had successfully made it through the service and were now enjoying tons of food and fellowship at the reception. I’d rented out an outdoor pavilion, and lots of people were eating and laughing. It was exactly how Dad would have wanted it. After having heard his letter to me, I was ready to take June’s hand and begin our life together. Dad didn’t want me dwelling in the past and living in sadness. No, he wanted me to live—just as he had in his last days.
“That song was awesome, man,” Donnie said, slapping me on the back. “Are we going to play that one on the next record?”
“I think Dad would think that was pretty cool.” Manny and Chaz walked up grinning. “Are you guys ready to hit the studio soon?” I asked them all.
“Fuck yeah, man,” Donnie laughed, as if it were a no-brainer.
“I think we have another gold mine record. Who knew that finding love would create a shitstorm of songs in that little brain of yours,” Chaz joked.
“What about June?” Manny asked.
That was the million-dollar question. What about June? Would she want to come with us? If not, I would record that shit and head back to be with her. I couldn’t live my life without her, even if that meant giving up the career I’d worked so hard for. She and the baby came first.
“It will be up to her, Manny. I hope she’ll want to come with us.”
“Go where?” June’s sweet voice asked from behind me as she slid her arms around my waist.
I pulled her around to face me. “I want you to come with me. You belong by my side. I think hiding behind your cowboy boots and Daisy Duke looks is a rock star chick waiting to lace up her combat boots and get lots of tattoos,” I teased. She giggled and kissed my lips.
“Are you crazy, mister?” she asked, and my stomach flip-flopped as I worried that she would turn down my offer, but she continued before I could have a panic attack. “You ain’t leavin’ me in this shitty town. I’m even gonna talk Momma into comin’ with us. She and your mom have reconnected. You know you can’t get rid of me now.” Then she teased me for good measure. “I went and got myself knocked up to make sure of that.”
God, she was so fucking adorable. Crashing my lips to hers, I devoured her lips and tongue, not caring that the guys were watching. When she moaned into my mouth, my dick hardened against her belly and I wanted to drag her to the truck to give her a proper fucking.
“Get in line, boys,” Donnie addressed Chaz and Manny. “I’m next.” Instead of getting pissed, I never broke our kiss while I flipped him off. He laughed his ass off, and I realized that we were finally back to normal.
I heard the sound of an engine getting louder and people shouting. June and I broke from our kiss to see a big-ass truck bounding toward us before it screeched to a halt not far from us. Stupid-ass Markwayne hopped out with three of his buddies. June gasped in shock.
Donnie cracked his knuckles beside me. “Oh hell no. Chaz? Can we fuck ‘em up now?” He was bouncing from leg to leg like a boxer in a ring. The fire was building again inside me, but this time it wasn’t because of being distraught over losing Dad. It was because Markwayne had a serious ass-beating coming to him.
“Let’s fucking show these country boys that you don’t mess with badass motherfucking rock stars!” Chaz growled, giving permission. He was the band leader, after all.
“Stay here, baby. I need to go break Markwayne’s nose for nearly breaking yours.” Wide-eyed, she just nodded, and I laughed at her permission. Most chicks would have begged their man not to fight. Not my June Bug. She knew it was long overdue. Markwayne so had this coming.
With a snap, we were gone, tearing off toward the truck like we were fucking rock star gladiators. The boys all knew without having to say it who was supposed to take on who. Markwayne was mine.
“Come on. Let’s kick some white-trash ass!” Markwayne ordered to his minions.
Markwayne and I slammed together with such force that it nearly took both of our breaths away. We hit the ground and rolled, each one trying to gain the upper edge. His hands gripped my throat, but it gave me the freedom to punch him hard in the nose.
“Fuck!” he spat as blood gushed from his nose.
This time I hit him hard in the jaw, hard enough that he must have seen stars, because I was able to roll him underneath me. Still dazed from my unexpected hits, I used it to my advantage as I began pummeling him.
“This is for being an abusive asshole!” Bam! He was going to have black eye from that hit. “This is for being a liar!” Bam! “This is for trying to force yourself on her!” Bam! His nose suffered another blow.
I raised my hand to punch him again but was pulled from him. Chaz nodded over to where the minions all lay on the ground moaning. They’d just gotten an old-fashioned beatdown by a bunch of tattooed, pierced, badass motherfuckers. Fuck yeah!
The sound of sirens pulled me from my internal victory dance. A truck pulled up behind us, and my beautiful girl was inside, smiling devilishly at me.
“Need a ride, boys?” she asked. We all scrambled into the back of the truck and June tore off through the field.<
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When we safely arrived at the house, I hopped out and helped her out of the truck. The guys were laughing and made their way into the house.
Pushing her against the truck, I brought my lips to hers, kissing her softly.
“Baby, I want to taste you here,” I growled, sliding my hand up her dress and into her panties. Using my fingers, I spread her folds apart and stroked her clit.
“Oh, Bobby,” she purred against my mouth, making my dick impossibly hard. I missed her so fucking bad.
“June Bug, I’m going to make you come so fucking hard,” I promised as I put a finger inside her. “You’re going get so wet for me, and then I’m going to take you in that house, where I will fuck you all night, only letting you out of that bed to eat.”
Her panting was becoming ragged as I fingered her, grazing her g-spot with every thrust.
“Baby, you’re so fucking wet. I want you so bad.”
As if my words were a trigger to her orgasm, she came hard around my finger and threw her head back, moaning. Not giving her a chance to recover, I pulled my hand out and scooped her into my arms. She giggled as I carried her across the yard and up the porch steps.
I slung open the door and ignored the catcalls from Donnie as we tore off to the bedroom. Slamming the door shut behind me, I set her down on her feet and pulled her dress up over her head in one swift movement. She looked so fucking hot in her black lacy bra, panties, and heels.
“Oh, June Bug. I’m going to fuck you in those heels,” I groaned.
I quickly shrugged out of my jacket as she removed my tie. Together, we unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt. Her hands rubbed down my colorfully tattooed chest and found my belt while I pulled off my dress shirt. With efficient little fingers, she had my pants unfastened in no time. Latching on to my boxers and pants, she pulled them down to my ankles.
Instead of coming back up to meet me, she took hold of my dick and licked the tip.
“Shit, June! God, your mouth is so fucking perfect,” I praised as she took me fully into her mouth. She expertly sucked and licked every inch of my cock until I was pushing her away so I wouldn’t blow my load down her throat. I wanted to be inside her hot pussy when I came.
Her bottom lip poked out into a pout as she assumed that I didn’t want her sucking my cock.
“Baby, I want to be inside you. Get up on that bed and get ready for me.” She grinned and obeyed. Her breasts were spilling over the top of her bra, and I wanted to suck her nipples between my teeth.
Crawling between her spread legs, I pulled her panties off her, careful to leave the sexy-ass shoes on. Teasing her wet entrance with my dick, I admired my beautiful girl. Her blond hair was spread all around her on the pillow, shining like an aura. Long lashes blinked at me, flashing her glowing green eyes each time they opened. She bit down on her lip as I drank in every feature.
Gone was the vacant, indifferent girl I had reunited with a couple of months ago. That girl had just been waiting for her other half. The half that made her whole. I was that missing piece, and I felt honored to complete such a beautiful soul.
Pushing myself into her, we both groaned in pleasure. She was so fucking tight around my cock that it made me nearly come immediately. I paused a minute to regain my composure before I began thrusting into her. Her body hugged my own perfectly as we made love. This girl was my whole world. The love of my life.
She reached up, grabbing a handful of my hair, and brought my lips roughly to hers. I picked up the pace when she dug her spiked heels into my ass, surely breaking the skin. And in an instant, we switched from making sweet love to raw, needy fucking. With her, we could be rough or gentle, but it was always unique to us. We were June Bug and Bobby, a fucking force to be reckoned with.
A couple of months later….
“Good luck, baby,” I told him, pecking him on the lips. He grabbed a handful of my ass and brought me as close to him as my swollen belly would allow. I could feel his erection poking my stomach.
“You’re my good-luck charm,” he whispered against my lips. His hot breath against them warmed me to my core.
This whole pregnancy thing had me absolutely insatiable, much to Bobby’s delight. He also told me at least twenty times a day how much he appreciated my new “porn star” tits.
“All right, now get your ass out there and blow up the stage. You know the baby likes it when you play.” And it was true, our little baby went nuts bouncing around when daddy played the guitar. We had a future rocker on the way.
Bobby grinned, kissing me once more before kneeling and kissing my belly. It was his adorable little ritual that he did before every show now. I smiled as he ran off onto the stage and greeted the roaring crowd. Donnie blew me a kiss from behind the drum set and Bobby pretended to catch it in the air, tossing it to the ground. I laughed at their goofy stage antics.
Little did Bobby know, we all had a surprise planned for him. Since he’d been so busy with the tour, I had to find out the sex of the baby alone. I’d told him that they hadn’t been able tell, but I’d lied. Sue me. When it came time for the “panty song” as I now referred to it, I readied myself to go on stage. Bobby’s mom and Momma were out in the crowd to do their part of the surprise.
Normally during the “panty song,” Donnie would run and pick them up, stuffing them in his pants like the little horn dog he was. But not tonight. Tonight, we were changing up the show.
Donnie started the familiar cadence on the drums but stopped before the guys were to join in. “Ladies! This song is for my man Acey! You know what to do,” he crooned to them, blowing them kisses. Of course they went absolutely insane. It was still weird to me that Bobby went by Acey in the band, but I’d eventually grown used to it.
Bobby looked over at Donnie like he’d lost his mind, unsure of where to go next. But when Donnie sat back down and began beating the drums, they all fell into their parts. Midway during the song, Donnie stood and pointed both drumsticks to the crowd, which was the cue.
And like always, I was mesmerized when the panties began showering down on the stage as the crowd tossed them lovingly to the boys. This time though, they were panties that had been distributed to the crowd with a message to Bobby.
When Donnie didn’t get up to collect the panties like he normally did, Bobby looked over at him, confused. This was my cue. I tried not to waddle as I went out on the stage in front of thousands of people. After scooping up the first pair, I walked over to Bobby and tucked them inside the top of his jeans. He stopped the guitar and pulled them from his pants to look at them. The panties were blue and the words “It’s a Boy” were printed on the butt.
It took him a second to register, but he quickly took off his guitar and handed it to the sound guy who was waiting for it. Rushing to me, he pulled me in for a chaste kiss.
Breaking the kiss, I looked into his eyes and told him, “Babe, I want to name him Sutton.”
His eyes misted over for a minute but he recovered and grinned at me. “It’s perfect. Sutton. Dad would love it.”
And he kissed me harder this time, like we were the only two people on Earth.
We’ve gone round and round, only to come to an impasse every time. I want him to finish the tour without me. He refuses to leave my side. I know Chaz, Donnie, and Manny are all waiting for him to make the call one way or another. Those guys would support any decision he makes, but I can’t let them jeopardize their careers because I’m almost eight months pregnant and can’t travel per doctor’s orders. Up until a few weeks ago, I was able to go everywhere with them. They were able to take a break of a few weeks between tour dates, which allowed us to spend some quality time together away from band mates, family members, sound crew, managers, and most of all, adoring fans. A little too adoring, I might add.
I’m on my side, curled up in the crook of his arm, my very swollen, naked belly poking into his ribs. We’re in the house we closed on a couple of weeks ago. I love everything about it, from the obnoxious terra cotta ti
les on the roof to the yard made of gravel. It’s in a nice, respectable, but not over-the-top neighborhood in Las Vegas, and I can’t wait to finally get Sutton’s room painted soon.
The hand Bobby has wrapped around me twitches in his sleep. A smile stretches across my face. When he does that, I know it’s because he’s dreaming about playing his guitar. The man lives and breathes music—just one more reason why he needs to continue on with his tour without me.
I gently trail my fingertips along the contours of his perfectly toned, colorfully tattooed chest. He works out several times a week, and I am appreciative of the results. It’s quiet times in the early mornings like this that I enjoy studying his body closely and listening to his soft breathing. Pregnancy this late in the game has left me unable to sleep a full, uninterrupted night, and I’m completely exhausted, but I get to watch Bobby sleep. And sleeping Bobby, aside from the tattoos that paint his delicious body, looks very innocent and childlike—reminding me of the young Bobby who left me alone all those years ago.
A low growl rumbles through his chest as he squeezes me tighter to him. His body is taut with tension. Ever since he stopped Markwayne from forcing himself on me that night, he has dreams where he’s protecting me. My heart overflows with love for this man. I lean closer to him and press my lips against his pectoral muscle near his nipple. He relaxes his body but his grip on me remains firm.
When his measured breathing gets quiet, I know he’s woken up. The hand he wrapped around me makes its way up to my hair and he strokes it lovingly.
“Good morning, June Bug,” he says so deeply that I mostly feel it through his chest rather than hear it from his lips.
I turn my head up to see him. “Mornin’, babe.” I smile up at him.
He strokes my hair some more before tugging it back, keeping my head in one place. Leaning toward me, he presses his lips against mine. The arm I have resting on his chest slides up to his neck and into his hair. His free hand finds my hip and grips it gently. The kiss only lasts a moment before he pulls away to stare into my eyes. He’s got the intense, faraway look in his eyes indicating that he’s troubled by something. Unfortunately, it troubles me as well.
