by Ella Goode
Her pussy clenches, squeezing my cock so hard my toes curl in my boots. “You’re going to smell like me.” I shaft her harder. “Every roadie backstage will know not to even look in your direction because my scent is all over you.” She throws her head back. “Cream on my dick, baby. Come for me.”
She tenses as the orgasm builds. I drive into her with hard, even strokes. Her thighs are going to be bruised. Her cunt’s going to be sore. When she walks, she’s still going to feel me and that makes my eyes roll back into my head. She comes a half second after me, her juices gushing out of her, wetting my thighs and hers. I shoot about five tons of spunk into her.
A hard knock on the door grabs my attention. “We’re up in three. You good to go?” Benjy says.
I gently lower Cherry to the ground, kissing her sweaty forehead. “Yeah. I’ll be out in a sec.”
I am good to go. I have her scent in my lungs, her taste on my tongue, her cream soaking my dick. There’s no better way to start our stadium tour than in this exact condition. I swipe her panties off the floor and stick them in my back pocket. She watches, a tiny bit dazed, as I pull her skirt down and straighten her T-shirt.
“You ready, Cherry?”
She shakes off the stupor and pushes away from the door. “I’m ready.”
I give her another kiss on the forehead.
She frowns. “What’s with the baby kisses?” She points to the spot on her head.
I give her a sly wink. “When I perform tonight, I’m going to be tasting you with every note. Bet it’s going to be my best performance ever.”
And I was right.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cherry
“You left me.” I roll to my side in the tub. Linc stands there with a sleeping Bailey in his arms. Her head is resting on his shoulder. Seeing him hold her never gets old. It warms my heart each and every time.
“Can you blame me? Look at this tub.” I laugh before going under the water. He stands over the tub looking down at me. I come back up for air. “We basically have a small pool in the bathroom.” He holds the back of Bailey's head so he can lean down and kiss me.
“I got us food.” I let out a sigh. As much as I love this tub, we all know that I love food more. Plus, I know I won’t have any problem getting Linc to get back in with me after we put Bailey down for the night. I grab a towel, drying off my hair the best I can before pushing it back and snagging my robe.
When I enter the living area of the hotel suite, Bailey is shoving mashed potatoes into her mouth like a crazy woman. She definitely gets her appetite from me.
“How was the press today?” He pulls out a chair for me. I start to sit in it but he slips into it first, pulling me down into his lap.
“We rocked it, didn't we, Bailey Bells?” Bailey swings her arms around in agreement. “Press is easy when you have a baby. She steals all the attention. No one gives a shit who we are when she’s around.”
“I bet Nick doesn’t like that.” He lives for the spotlight.
“I don’t know. He was carrying Bailey yesterday and got hit on three times. He asked if he can take her out tomorrow.”
I laugh. “Nick does not need help picking up girls. They fall all over themselves in front of you guys.” I lean forward, pulling one of the silver covers off a dish.
“Cheese plate.” I moan, snagging a few slices. “You’re trying to get lucky tonight.”
“Already lucky.” His hands slip under my robe to rest on the inside of my thigh.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of room service, but I do miss your breakfasts.” We’ve been on the road a lot. Sometimes I don’t even know what city I'm in. It always feels as though we’ve only landed and then we’re boarding again in no time. Then if the venues are within a certain distance from each other, we’re on the bus. I just go wherever Kate tells me to. She’s been a godsend since they got rid of Hal. I enjoyed watching Linc knock him on his ass. He’d cost us the one thing we couldn’t get back: time.
I have so many regrets about the time we lost. I should have known Linc would have been there in a second if he knew I was pregnant. I think a part of me had been selfish because I wanted him to be there because of me and not only because he found out I was pregnant. We learned a valuable lesson. No one will ever come between us again or make us question what we have.
“You over being on the road?”
“I didn't say that. I just said I miss your homemade breakfast. I don’t care where I am. As long as my family is together.” I grab a grape, popping it into my mouth.
“We need a home.”
“We have the apartment,” I remind him.
“I think we can afford something better. It’s tiny. Bailey needs her own space.” I know he’s right, but I like that we are all so close together.
“Maybe I like being crammed in with you.” I turn on his lap, straddling him.
“I love being crammed inside of you too, Cherry.”
I smack him on his shoulder and shake my head at his comment. “I’m being serious.” I rub myself on him a little, feeling his hard cock press into me.
“Me too.” He pulls the shoulder of my robe down and peppers soft kisses along it. “Let me buy you a house. I want Bailey to have a yard to play in and”—he pauses and I turn to look at him—“I want her to have siblings. Sooner rather than later.”
“We have all the time in the world.” I lean down, brushing my mouth against his. He deepens the kiss.
“Bailey.” Linc pulls back from the kiss. I can see the mashed potatoes in his hair.
“You got him good.” I turn in his lap to hold my hand out for a high-five. Her little fist hits it and she lets out a giggle.
Linc pulls his shirt off, using it to wipe the mashed potatoes off him. “You sure you want me?” His hand slips around my stomach, pulling me back into him.
“I want another one.”
“Linc, I’m not on anything and you’re inside me every morning and night. What do you think that means?”
“That I’m missing getting inside of you in the middle of the day.”
“Maybe.” I drop another kiss on his mouth. “Why don’t we eat dinner, give Bailey a bath and then you can give me a bath since you interrupted my last one?”
“Deal.” I try to get off his lap, but he doesn't let me up. “You can eat here. You’re the one who likes cramped spaces.”
I settle into him. “You know, most famous rock stars would be out on the town. Partying it up.”
“I’ve got the two cutest girls in the world in my hotel room. Why would I go anywhere?”
“I love you,” I tell him before I take a giant bite of my cheeseburger.
“Good, because I already got us a place and we’re getting married in the backyard next week.”
I pull the burger away from my mouth. “What?”
“I have it all planned already. Brian helped me.” I smile, happy that the two of them finally get along. It was a rocky road to navigate at first, but now they respect one another and Brian is the best uncle to Bailey. Don’t tell Nick and Benjy that, though.
“I love you,” I say again.
“Love you too, Cherry girl. Always and forever.”
Epilogue
At Home With the Biermans
Cherry Bierman is pregnant with Linc’s second child. It’s the first line of the email I receive from the band’s manager in reply to my multiple requests for a feature on the young couple. My prior inquiries—all ten of them—have been ignored. The band manager, Kate Wilson, meets me at the airport and drives me three hours to Shindale, where the band Local Hero grew up and have made their home.
When I arrive at the Bierman residence, Cherry apologizes because Linc’s on the phone with Nick and Benjy. “They’re FaceTiming a session.”
Nick has started producing tracks for other acts and Benjy is also writing music on his own. Linc joins us a half hour later with a big smile on his face. The call went well. He won’t tell me any s
ecrets, though, no matter how many times I ask. Cherry says that he’s always been like this. He doesn’t like anyone to hear the songs until they’re finished. Except for Cherry, of course. Linc surmises that at least half the songs are inspired by her but he won’t tell me which ones.
The need for the FaceTime session is because the band’s on hiatus. Officially, they are working on their second album and taking their time doing so. The smash release of Persona Non Grata, the band’s debut album, was followed by a grueling ninety day tour around the world. Four continents and two years later, it is time for a break.
Unofficially, though, it’s because Cherry Bierman is pregnant. The story of the first pregnancy is well-known band lore by now. Through a series of misunderstandings, Linc wasn’t aware that he had a kid until he went home to play a festival. Local Hero was a rising band, opening for popular acts and amassing a giant following of their own. Despite all the success, Linc was becoming increasingly depressed. Worried that the new band might be a one-hit wonder, the band’s first manager suggested a tour stop at home. When Linc arrived home, he discovered he was a father and told the band he was going to quit. Cherry refused to allow this and agreed to go on tour with them.
When asked if it was a difficult decision, Cherry says it was a no-brainer. “Tours are pretty terrible,” she admits. She sits on the patio of her ten thousand foot custom built house overlooking an Olympic sized pool. A platter of fresh fruit, meat and cheeses are laid out. Linc is on the phone with his label telling them about the progress of the most important thing in his life. No, it’s not the album; it’s his wife’s pregnancy. “She’s twenty-four weeks and the baby’s kicking,” he’s telling his label president. I can’t hear what Andy Treats’ response is, but from the wide grin on Linc’s face, it must be good.
“It’s sort of ridiculous, isn’t it?” Cherry says to me, waving a hand toward the pool and the extensively manicured grounds.
“Not at all.”
“Property in Shindale doesn’t cost as much as in LA.” She’s apologetic about the excess, but it doesn’t look gaudy. It’s a big house and a big pool and a green lawn, but it’s cozy. I like it a lot. I wouldn’t want to leave this paradise either. I ask her if she plans to stay here if the band tours again.
“No.” It’s Linc who replies. He’s done with the phone call and has returned to Cherry’s side. The two are like magnets. No matter how far away they stray, they always return to each other.
I lay down the magazine article on my lap and rub my stomach.
“Did you like the write-up?” Linc asks me. He’s sprawled across my feet, pen in hand, the latest track from Nick playing through the phone’s speaker.
“It’s nice.” I was so nervous about it. I worried I’d be misquoted or portrayed as the evil wife keeping Linc from his music, but that’s not how it read at all. I’d been written as Linc’s savior and his muse, which is weird but nice. Reading about our break-up and the secret I’d kept from Linc didn’t hurt like I thought it would. I’ve gotten over it. We were young and have learned from it. It’s part of growing up together.
When people ask you how are you doing, you always give a social response, right? “I’m doing good, thanks for asking,” you say even when you aren’t doing good. Like, during that year when I was pregnant with Bailey, I’d wake up and see news about Linc killing it on stage, hanging out at strip clubs, being inundated with offers to suck his dick until his eyeballs rolled out of his head. I’d go to the grocery store and while I was picking up my cans of tomato and boxes of pasta, someone would ask if I was doing okay. I’d always say I was fine, but I think everyone knew I wasn’t fine.
How could I be when my only lover, my best friend, and my other best friends were living the greatest life ever and I was stuck at home, unwanted, with a bun in the oven?
Nope, I was not fine at all. Neither was Linc.
But now I’m married to the biggest rock star on the planet. I’ve got a house larger than the country club in the county seat. My man’s lying shirtless just two feet away and our second child is only a few weeks from being born. These days, when anyone asks how I’m doing, I give the same response: “I’m good, thanks.” But now the reply is honest. I am doing good.
I rub my belly again. For a time there, I worried that I’d be alone, but I guess the reporter is right. Linc and I are magnets. We’ll always find our way to each other’s side.
Because you loved Secret Baby and Love’s Secret Baby so much, I had to write another one. This time, I mixed my love for the rock star hero with the baby. Hope you enjoyed reading it. I have another book in the oven. Look for it next month. Until then, stay safe and sane.
XOXO Ella
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