But still… I couldn’t help but wonder what might have been.
The drums hammered out again, and Cas nudged me, his lips to my ear.
“Head in the game, Cherry,” he said, his deep voice rumbling. Cas was one of my guitarists, and he could read me like a book when he wasn’t destroying a hotel room or trying to set things on fire.
I closed my eyes and breathed out before forcing a smile onto my face. I let my eyes open as I stared out at the thousands of fans in the sold-out stadium.
“Hello, New York! How the hell are you tonight?”
The crowd roared back just like they always did.
And me?
I sang for them just like I always did.
This was my life now.
“We havethe Grammys coming up. An interview with Risqué magazine, two interviews, one of those being for a big YouTube channel. We have to shoot the new photos for the promotion Trackmaster wants done, and you have Ellie’s ballet recital coming up,” Anson said as we settled into the back of the limo after the show. We were nearing the last handful of shows before the tour ended. A little downtime for me, finally.
I felt like I hadn’t breathed in the last four years, not since my first album release went double platinum. I’d gone from a nobody to a someone overnight, it seemed. And it hadn’t stopped. I never seemed to have any peace.
I groaned and rested my head against the seat.
Anson chuckled. “I scheduled us time away, too, LeeLee. I thought we could go somewhere quiet so you can rest and spend time with family.”
I cracked my eyelids open and gave the handsome man who had become one of the most important people in my life a smile. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”
He grinned at me, his blue eyes glittering. “I thought you kept me around because I can cook.”
“That too,” I said, my eyes locked on his as I moved closer. He glanced around before reaching out and pulling me onto his lap.
His soft lips met mine in a possessive kiss, his hands tight on my waist. The limo had blacked-out windows, and the partition was up. I kept my relationship status a secret. In fact, my entire family life was a secret. Anson did an amazing job ensuring it stayed that way.
Typically, behavior like this was off-limits when we were outside our home, but I needed him.
“Fuck,” his voice rumbled against my lips. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for hours now.”
“Mm, well, here I am,” I replied before deepening the kiss.
He pushed the straps of my dress down before he massaged my breasts. I broke away from him, breathless, and his lips descended on a nipple, sucking it into his mouth amid my whimper.
“Shh, LeeLee,” he murmured, kissing along the soft mound. “I don’t want anyone to hear me fucking you, baby.”
He had such a dirty mouth.
I loved it.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“What about your rules?”
“Fuck the rules. I want you.” He shoved my panties aside and ran his finger along my slit, his lips back on mine.
He pushed his finger forward, making me moan softly against his lips again. He was quick to swallow it down before pulling the digit out and breaking off the kiss.
I watched with parted lips as he sucked his finger into his mouth.
