Page 29 of Worth Your Wild

I love every version of him.

I don’t bother to hide my feelings while he sings “Worth Your Wild”, blowing him a kiss when the song ends and the standing ovation carries on for several minutes. He watches me recede backstage while he continues the show, but not before he makes me a sensual promise with his eyes. “Don’t go far, June Bug,” he says into the microphone, his voice deeper and darker than a pitch-black country sky.

And I listen.

I stay right at the edge of the stage, waiting for my man.

When he comes for me, he moves like a charging bull.

TEN

Deke

It’s almost scary to feel this awake. This alive.

June has done this to me. Reminded me what it’s like to feel amused and confused and happy and excited. Reminded me that there are good parts to life that don’t involve the bottom of a whiskey bottle. She’s made me want to go out and seek those good things again—with her. I don’t want to do anything without her. How did she resuscitate me so fast? Was she sent here by God? Is she an angel?

That’s exactly what she looks like glowing in the shadows as I finish the encore.

I hand the tech my guitar on my way off stage and scoop June up, grunting my satisfaction when her bare legs wrap around my hips, like she’s been waiting to climb me the entire show. And I waste zero time going to work on that sweet little mouth, laying into her with my tongue right there in front of everyone. Loving the way her neck loosens, her head falling back with a sound of surrender, no problem with me claiming her so publicly.

Trusting me. Trusting Daddy.

Fuck, that single thought, along with her acquiescence, makes me hungry as hell. I’ve got a fat, horny cockstand and she needs to take it now. She wants to take it. The way she’s opening her mouth so wide to receive my tongue, her pussy restless against my belt buckle, leaves no room for doubt of that fact.

It takes an iron will to break the kiss, but I need to get her somewhere alone.

The closest place is the dressing room about twenty yards away and I stride in that direction now, frankly, in heaven thanks to the kisses June plants all over my face. “You did it. You played it.” She beams up at me. “You made so many people happy.”

“I only care about making you happy,” I say, thickly, because apparently, I’m just showing my whole ass now. Holding nothing back from this twenty-year-old redheaded whirlwind who makes me feel like my old self again, but a million times better.

I kick open the door of the dressing room, scaring the shit out of a seamstress. “We need the room,” I bark. “Don’t let anyone in here.”

“N-no, sir.” She scurries past me. “I won’t.”

“Oh God, if I don’t get myself inside that hot little pussy, I’m going to fucking die,” I growl through my teeth, propping June against the closest wall and fumbling with my zipper. “It better be good and wet.”

“I’m so wet, Daddy,” she moans in my ear. “I’m ready to be fucked.”

“Tell me what’s got you so wet, baby,” I demand, dipping my knees slightly so I can get my dick and balls out of my jeans, every part of me so swollen and heavy, it’s a miracle I don’t bust into a big puddle on the floor. Fisting my cock, I press the dripping tip to the lacy strip of her panties and jerk off furiously, panting like I haven’t fucked in a year.

“You always make me wet on stage,” she says, looking up at me with her big, green eyes. “But tonight, you let go of your pride. There is nothing hotter than that.”

Christ, I wish she hadn’t said that.

There’s a knot in my throat now.

A twist in the center of my chest.

I love this girl. Somehow, I know. I know I love her.

How did it happen so fast? So irrevocably?

She fuses her sexy mouth with mine, shifting her hips up and back to rub the seam of her panties against my cock. “How did it feel to sing ‘Worth Your Wild’?”

“Terrifying. At first. I was going to let out all my demons to run free. But they weren’t demons at all, they were just memories. Memories I didn’t want to acknowledge for the longest time, because I never thought I’d be as happy ever again as I was when I wrote that song.” I kiss her hard, with every ounce of feeling in my chest. “But hell, I’m not sure I even knew what happiness felt like until now, June Bug.”

I choke out the words and her eyes flood with tears. Desperation to get inside of her claws at me, because I want to feel her emotions with my body, too. I want to be sealed inside of her. I don’t want any separation between us. Not a centimeter.