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Layla
“Normallywedon’tplaycovers at these big shows, but tonight, there’s just something we have to say to someone.” Jones glanced over at me where I stood off to the side of the stage, waiting for them to get finished so we could go back to the bus as fast as possible. “If you know the words, sing along. Help us close this show in a special way tonight.”
The first few chords brought up a lifetime of memories and just as much emotion. When Jones leaned closer to the mic and sang the opening line, I knew I was a lost cause. They had my heart.
Mack joined at the chorus and their voices harmonizing raised goosebumps all over my body. “Every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn.”
I wrapped my arms around myself and held on tight as I let the song wash over me. All it took was closing my eyes to see my mom and dad singing it to me. I felt like I was standing in the sunshine as I watched Mom and Dad dance around me with giant smiles on their faces. They’d always been so happy that being around them had made life magical.
I opened my eyes and looked at the guys. They’d made life magical, too, in their own way. I’d never felt so full of happiness with anyone else. Even during the weeks of torture when I’d been so determined to stay away from them, I was still happier than I’d been with Matthew. They noticed things about me that Matthew never had. They did things to take care of me, even if it was frustrating at times. They were protective and they’d remembered the song. The song was the thing that pushed me over the edge of whatever hesitation I had left.
Mack winked at me as they finished the song. They closed with their normal goodbye and my heart beat faster and faster as they closed the distance between us. I couldn’t contain myself and jumped into Mack’s arms when he was close enough. He gripped the back of my head and kissed me hungrily while walking us farther backstage. Locking my arms and legs around him, I ran my hands over his sweat-soaked hair and tugged.
His hands gripped my ass and he growled against my lips before pulling back enough to look at me. “I want that welcome after every show.”
“You guys sang the song.” I bit my lip and looked up at Jones and Xavier. “I-”
The sound of screaming grew closer and I watched their faces transform from happy to intense and stern as they swung away from me and put themselves between the space where Mack held me and a swarm of fans. Seeing so many people rushing towards us with excited expressions was terrifying when you weren’t expecting it, or used to it. I let out a startled cry and tucked my head into Mack’s shoulder.
“Get her out of here!” Jones’ shout was barely audible over the crowd of screaming fans, but Mack held me tight and ran.
As soon as the cool night air filled my lungs, I lifted my head and saw that security was closing the back door to the venue, shutting Jones and Xavier inside. Panic struck me and I instantly struggled to get out of Mack’s arms. “You can’t just leave them in there! They’re going to get mauled to death.”
He held me tight. “The worst they’ll get is smothered by the tits of all those women. Stop fighting, Layla.”
I glared down at him. “You think women are taking their tits out right now? Go, get them, Mack!”
He charged across the parking lot, nodding to security as he went. “Jealous?”
I struggled harder. “No, I’m not jealous! I’m just… That’s dangerous. Women shouldn’t throw their tits at them. I keep a clean stage, but you never know. A cord could’ve come loose. They could trip and lose a nipple… I just… Dammit, Mack! Why are you so strong?”
He slowed down as he laughed but his grip didn’t loosen. “You’re nuts. They’re fine.”
“Do they like getting tits shoved in their faces? Do you? Is that just something that happens?” I stopped fighting because I realized we were at the bus and I wasn’t getting away. “How did those women even get past security?”
“Baby, you were raised on the tour circuit. You know tits are just a part of it. I can’t imagine your parents were able to hide everything from you and Jagger.” Mack went straight to the bedroom at the back of the bus and dropped me on the bed. “Security sometimes get distracted by tits, too. Most of the security slips that happen are because a security guard gets flashed. Or more, depending on the determination of the crowd.”
Sprawled out across the mattress, I watched as he reached back and ripped his shirt over his head. I was almost lost in the shine on his muscles and the way they flexed when he unbuttoned his pants. “I… I saw things, I guess, but I wasn’t involved with those rockstars. It’s different.”
He left his pants open and leaned forward to drag mine over my ass and down my legs. “Involved? Is that what you’re calling this?”
I felt my cheeks flush. “I don’t know.”
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, leaving me in just my panties and bra. I’d lost my shoes somewhere between the door and the bed. He frowned at my bra before taking it off with the ease of a man who’d done it way too many times. Then, he stepped back and just stared down at me. “We passed involved a long time ago, baby.”
I pressed my legs together, refusing to give him what he wanted most right then. “You didn’t answer my question. Do they like it? Doyoulike it? The tits, I mean.”
His eyes were wild as they touched every inch of my body. “We’re men, baby. We like tits. Before you get all cranky with me, let me finish.”
I sat up. “Please. Go on and tell me about how you like all the tits you see.”
He knelt on the bed at my feet and groaned. “I know you think you’re doing something right now, but let me tell you a secret. Seeing you get jealous and bratty over us is such a fucking turn on. All I can think about is ripping these ridiculous panties off and fucking you with my mouth until you come all over my face.”
I pressed my foot against his chest to stop him from coming closer. “You were saying something about liking tits?”
He pressed his mouth to my ankle. “Tits are great. Yours are the only ones I want to see or touch, though. I know it’s the same for Jones and Xavier, too. You’re in deep, Layla. All of your thorns are buried so fucking deep that all we can do is get used to them.”
