by A. K. Evans
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I lamented, hating that I’d put her in that position.
Holland shook her head. “It was nothing. I was happy to do it. Besides, it seems like it all worked out for you anyway,” she returned.
I nodded and smiled. “It did. Thank you for helping me facilitate this whole surprise.”
“It was so much fun,” she replied. “I liked that I had this little secret that I knew was going to just make Cash’s night. He’s been so different ever since our first trip to New Hampshire.”
This intrigued me. While Cash had said himself that he was a changed man, it was entirely possible that he was making it seem more drastic than it actually was. For Holland to be hinting at something similar, I thought it was a good thing.
“How so?” I asked.
She finished putting her eyeliner on, turned back to me, and thought a moment. “I don’t know,” she answered. “He’s just not the same, but I mean that in the best way possible. It’s been really nice to see him sort of change his mindset. Cash has always been like Roscoe, Killian, and even Beck when it comes to living the rock star lifestyle. For the guys, that comes with a lot of women.” I started to feel some uneasiness settle in my stomach as she paused a moment and shook her head. Then she continued, “Cash isn’t interested in that anymore. In fact, even if he was interested, apparently, it wasn’t possible for him to follow through.”
“What does that mean?” I questioned her.
She grinned at me. “He told us you broke his dick.”
I gasped. “What?”
Sadie burst out laughing. When she got it under control, she immediately lamented, “I’m sorry. It’s just that… well, I’ve known Cash a long time, and that was completely unexpected.”
Holland giggled, and while I was only slightly relieved she found this funny, which indicated it couldn’t be all bad, I was still very much alarmed.
“After we left New Hampshire, he was a mess,” she started. “Women flashed him or came up to him and grabbed his crotch. It did nothing for him, apparently. That’s the reason we came back to your hometown for our break. Cash needed to see you to make sure he wasn’t permanently damaged.”
Oh my God.
I did my best to ignore how it made me feel to hear that women were flashing Cash and grabbing his crotch and instead focused on the bottom line of what Holland shared. Cash wasn’t turned on by these women, and he believed I was the reason for that.
A coy smiled flashed across my face, and I shared, “Cash’s dick is not broken or even remotely damaged.”
Holland laughed. “I figured that much, which is why I told him we needed to go back to get you. He just needed to give his penis what it wanted, and that, my friend, was you.”
“I’m so happy for him,” Sadie added. “And I think it’s great that he’s settling down.”
That felt good to hear.
As Holland got back to her makeup, the three of us talked a bit more about how things had been for Cash over the last few weeks. Talking with them had really opened my eyes up to how horribly I’d judged Cash. Of course, they hadn’t hidden—neither had he, for that matter—what his life was like before I came along, but it was nice to know that there was far more to the man than what could be found online or in interviews.
Once Holland was done getting ready, she stood and declared, “Come on. It’s pre-show ritual for me to join the boys. We just have to figure out whose dressing room they’re in today.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
With that, we left Holland’s dressing room and didn’t need to search very hard. The noise coming from across the hall was enough of an indication of where the rest of the band was.
She knocked and cracked the door open. “Are we good?” she asked.
“All clear, Holls,” someone answered from inside.
Holland looked at me and said, “I entered without knocking once and saw more than I cared to see.”
Understanding dawned, so I nodded.
We walked inside, and the room instantly grew silent. My eyes went to Cash. His face lit up at the sight of me, and I started to feel all warm inside.
“Everything cool?” he asked.
Before I could answer, Holland did. “Oh, it’s fine, Cash,” she started. “What do you think I did to her?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Could be anything,” he replied.
Holland shook her head. “Nope. We were just discussing the fact that it’s a great thing your penis isn’t broken,” she said. “I’m so relieved for you.”
Cash dropped his head back and looked to the ceiling as the rest of the guys laughed. I didn’t know if I should, but I moved across the room toward him. I slid my arms around his waist and felt one of his slip around my back.
When his eyes came to mine, they were shining.
I felt incredible seeing him like this.
A moment later, he said, “Demi, I want you to meet the rest of the band.” I turned slightly in his hold and directed my attention to the remaining members. Then Cash said, “Demi, this is Beck, Roscoe, Walker, and Killian. Guys, this is Demi.”
“It’s nice to meet you all,” I said as I got similar responses and chin lifts in return.
When another knock came at the door just a few seconds later, everyone directed their attention there. Someone popped their head inside and said, “You’ve got fifteen.”
“Thanks, Raid,” Killian said.
“Hey, Raid,” Cash called.
The man I now knew as Raid peeked farther into the room and brought his attention to Cash. “Yeah?” he replied.
“This is my girl, Demi,” he started. “Demi, this is Raid. He’s Walker’s brother, and he’s our road and tour manager. He handles everything with regard to our stage set up, lighting, and a multitude of other things, including our tour schedule, accommodations, and travel plans. If you need anything while we’re on stage tonight, he can help you out. Right, Raid?”
Raid nodded. “You got it,” he confirmed.
With that, he backed out of the room and closed the door. The rest of the band fell into their own conversations. I turned back into Cash’s hold and squeezed my arms around his waist.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“For what?” he returned.
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. When I thought I had it under control, I whispered, “I didn’t mean to make your cock stop working.”
His lips twitched. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it worked just fine last night and earlier today, did it not?” he countered.
“It did,” I assured him.
“Good. Then let’s not bring this up again,” he begged.
I giggled and buried my face in his chest.
Cash brought his other arm around me and hugged me tightly.
I never felt happier in my life.
Eighteen
Demi
“And here I thought this life was all glitz and glam for you.”
Cash looked up from where he was sitting on the couch in his great room with a pen and a notepad in his hands and smiled at me.
“Hey,” he returned as he set the notepad and pen down and held out his hand to me.
Just like that. No matter what he was doing, he dropped it all so he could hold me in his arms. I loved it.
Not wasting any time, I moved toward him and settled myself in his lap—something I’d learned rather quickly that Cash preferred. Truth be told, I didn’t mind it so much either.
It was late Sunday morning, and we were expecting his bandmates to arrive soon for the barbecue. We hadn’t woken up that long ago because we’d had another late night.
Following their incredible performance, which affected me much like the one the previous night had, we made our way backstage. There was a common area set up for the band that had a bunch of booze, food, and comfortable seating. Very comfortable seating.
Initially, I thought it was strange. After playing a show, I would have thought they’d want to head hom
e and get some rest, especially considering they’d played two nights in a row.
That wasn’t the case.
And not more than a few minutes after we’d arrived backstage, the door to that room opened and a bunch of people had entered. Most of the people were women. It seemed My Violent Heart didn’t just give a backstage pass to the girlfriend of the lead singer. Passes were also given out to fans.
I understood that, and I guess I kind of already knew and expected it. But it definitely caught me off guard, and I certainly wasn’t prepared for it.
Things had started off innocently enough, especially because the fans were slightly cautious when they first entered. But the band was extraordinarily welcoming toward their fans; they always had been. Because of that, things quickly escalated from simple and innocent things, like pictures, autographs, and conversation to things that were much less virtuous, like excessive flirting, touching, and even kissing.
Luckily, Cash was incredible. He made me feel safe and comfortable, and beyond the pictures and autographs he offered for the fans, he kept his focus and attention on me the entire time.
But I’d have been lying if I didn’t admit to myself that I wondered how things went down with him when I wasn’t around. Would he be just as disinterested in the company in my absence as he was in my presence?
Unable to stop myself, I asked, “Do they ever come back?”
“Who?”
I jerked my head backward while directing my eyes toward the fans and said, “The groupies. Like after a show, do they ever come back with you guys to the hotels when you’re on the road?”
“Yes,” he answered.
Something tightened in my belly at his admission.
Cash must have known I was reacting to that information because his voice got gentle and he promised, “That’s not for me anymore, Demi. But I’m not going to lie and say that it hasn’t happened in the past. I’m with you right now, though, and I’m very happy.”
I nodded slowly, trying to indicate that I understood, but I still felt wary. I had a feeling I would for a long time.
“I promise you have nothing to worry about,” he added.
“Okay,” I replied because I didn’t know what else to say.
And considering he hadn’t given me any reason to doubt him, I had to at least take him at his word. Yes, I knew my jealousy wouldn’t just stop right there, but for now, I was with him, and he was being beyond attentive.
By the time we left and got back to his place, I’d forgotten all about my worries regarding that because the sexual tension between Cash and me was running high. It was a wonder we even made it back to his place before tearing our clothes off.
In fact, the drive back was a little spicy. I spent the vast majority of the drive with my mouth on his neck, his cheek, his jaw, and his ear while one of my hands massaged his inner thigh and occasionally gripped his cock.
We barely made it inside the house before we were clawing at each other’s clothes. I ended up losing another pair of panties in the process, too.
I loved the fire that blazed between us. There always seemed to be such passion and emotion bottled up on both sides that when we had the chance to be intimate with one another, we just ignited.
We eventually got to sleep, and once again, we slept in this morning. Shortly after we woke up and had something to eat, I told Cash I wanted to take some time to go through my emails for work. He didn’t seem to have any problems agreeing to give me that time and offered up a quiet space in his house to do it.
Now I was here, and I hadn’t expected to find him like he was.
“Why does it seem like you’re concentrating so hard?” I asked. “Isn’t today your day off? I feel like you work harder than your job implies.”
Cash laughed at me and asked, “What does that mean? What do you think my job is all about?”
“Having a lot of fun,” I guessed.
“Well, that’s certainly part of it,” he assured me.
“It’s exhausting,” I declared. “I don’t understand how you do this. Performing, traveling, and partying. It seems like you’re constantly on the go, even when you’re supposed to have some downtime.”
He peppered kisses on my bare shoulder for a few moments before he insisted, “It’s not that bad.”
“I’d hate to see what you define as a demanding schedule,” I mumbled. Directing my attention to the notepad on the table, I asked, “What are you doing now?”
“Right now, I’m trying to figure out if I can get a quickie in with you before everyone gets here,” he started. “Before you entered the room and sat your sweet ass in my lap, I was just working on a few lyrics.”
My eyes widened. “You’re writing a song?” I exclaimed.
Cash laughed and reminded me, “Not anymore.”
“Are you heading back into the studio to record a new album?” I wondered.
He shook his head. “No. Not yet anyway. In fact, I don’t typically work on lyrics or new music while we’re on tour, but sometimes, when the inspiration hits in moments of downtime, I can’t really ignore it. So, I’ll typically just jot down a few words so I have them there when we’re ready to start writing more.”
“That’s incredible. Can you sing what you just wrote for me?” I pressed.
“It’s not done yet,” he replied. “But once I finish it, I’ll sing it for you.”
“Promise?”
He nodded.
I sat there and stared at him, searching his face. It felt like he was doing the same, and I couldn’t quite work out what was happening between us. Even still, I knew we both had something running through our minds.
For me, it was still just a whole lot of disbelief that I was even here and had followed through on taking this step. While I still had some anxiety and reservations about whether this would turn out the way I wanted, I was thoroughly enjoying where we were right now.
“So, what do you think?” he asked.
“About what?”
“Do you think we can get a quickie in?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re insatiable,” I declared.
His hand on the arm that had been draped over my thighs began drifting up my abdomen toward my breasts. He made it there, gently cupped my breast, and stroked his thumb over my nipple. “And you’re far too tempting,” he countered.
“You can’t withstand temptation?” I asked.
“Being able to and wanting to are two very different things, firecracker,” he noted.
I began squirming in his lap because his thumb hadn’t stopped moving and his voice was doing very delicious things to me. It didn’t take long for me to feel Cash grow hard beneath my ass.
That was all it took. His voice, his hand on my breast, and his erection beneath me.
Before I knew it, I had shifted my body in his lap so that I was facing him. Cash didn’t waste any time. He lifted my shirt up and over my head. Then he buried his face between my breasts while both of his thumbs stroked over my nipples. I rolled my hips over him.
With little time to spare, he brought his hands to my waist, pulled on the waistband of my shorts, and urged me to lift my hips so he could pull them off. Once they were gone, he tore off his shirt and his bottoms before reaching for his wallet on the end table. Pulling out a condom, he immediately sheathed himself.
“Come here,” he encouraged softly.
I positioned myself over him. Cash captured my mouth, one of his hands going behind my head, the other going right between my legs. Two of his fingers slid through the wetness and gently rubbed me there. When his hand gripped my hair at the back of my head and tugged back, he plunged a finger inside my vagina and said, “You’re so wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Cash,” I rasped, unable to get out anything more as I began riding his finger.
A second finger entered me, and his thumb pressed firmly against my clit.
My head flew back as I moaned and Cash’s free hand squeezed my breast. He
gave me a few minutes to ride his fingers, and just as I thought he’d send me over the edge, he pulled them from between my legs, positioned himself, and urged my body down over his.
“You feel amazing, Demi. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how incredible you feel,” Cash declared, his voice thick with emotion.
I dropped my head forward to look him in the eyes, and that’s when I realized the emotion wasn’t just evident in his voice. It was written all over his face.
Something profound was moving through Cash.
I would have thought that seeing it would have resulted in me being unable to move, but that wasn’t the case. I ended up planting my hands on his shoulders and riding him hard, my eyes never leaving his.
My fingertips pressed in deeper, my hips moved faster, and my breathing quickly grew labored.
I didn’t care that I was out of breath.
I didn’t care that my hips were starting to fatigue.
I wanted to do this.
I wanted to continue to do whatever it was that was making him look at me like that.
It was so intense, so powerful, that well before I wanted it to happen, I was just seconds away from climaxing.
“Baby,” I warned, one of my hands moving into his hair and landing at the back of his head.
Something new washed over him, his expression changing from what it had been to something much more intense.
I didn’t understand how that was even possible. And it wouldn’t have mattered if I wanted to figure it out because I couldn’t anyway.
Because a moment later, Cash groaned and said, “Come with me.”
That was all I needed. My body was completely overcome by the force of my orgasm, and for the first time since I’d made the connection with his gaze, I broke it. My eyes squeezed shut while my hand at the back of his head pulled him closer to me.
Cash didn’t waste the opportunity. With his face in my chest as we both went soaring, he captured my breast in his mouth and offered just a bit more sensation to my trembling body.
We both worked hard to get through our orgasms and to the other side, and when we did, Cash declared, “You’re in charge of quickies from now on.”
