by Amiee Louise
I hang my head actually feeling ashamed that I kept the baby secret for so long.
“I-I was in a bad place, Mum. I was certain he was going to leave me once he found out, so I kept putting it off.”
Her face is filled with concern, and she hugs me.
“Oh, my darling girl, not every man is like Callum. Surely you can see that now?”
I nod, willing myself not to cry again.
“I was terrified he’d run, but he is over the moon. I feel so ashamed that I kept it from him. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, we wanted to wait for the right moment, tell everyone together.”
She smiles brightly.
“I understand, sweetie. I’m so happy I’m going to be a grandmother, but I want to be Nana, not Granny. Granny makes me sound old!” We both laugh, and she kisses me on the cheek. “Your father and I are going to go back to the hotel soon.”
“Thank you so much for coming, Mum, I miss you.” I see her lip tremble. “Don’t start crying, Mum, please, you’ll set me off.”
“I’m so proud of you, my darling; you’re making your father and me grandparents. It looks like I’m going to have to buy another hat for your wedding.”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Mum, I promise.”
She hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. “Love you, Peyton.”
I smile. “I love you too, Mum.”
She pulls away and leaves me standing in Lori and Marlowe’s living room. For the first time in a long time, I am actually genuinely happy and looking forward to the future.
15
Peyton
The next morning, I wake to the sound of Sam vomiting in the bathroom. Cole had driven us home around two AM this morning, and Sam was completely wasted. I am so glad he had a good time, and I have to say, he makes an adorable drunk! Cole and the boys had put him to bed, and I was grateful for the help.
Today is the day we leave for the boys’ ten-year anniversary gig in Las Vegas, the city of Sin. I have only ever seen Vegas on T.V, and I am curious to know what it is actually like. I have sorted cover for the shop, and I know I have left it in the capable hands of Seb, Parker, and Harley while I am gone. I did mine and some of Sam’s packing when we got home this morning. I feel rested and ready for our ten-hour flight on the boy’s private jet. I pull on Sam’s t-shirt and walk to the bathroom. Sam is hugging the toilet, a term that Ruby and I used to call ‘worshipping at the porcelain throne and praying to the porcelain God’.
“Baby, are you OK?”
He groans and covers his eyes with his hands.
“Fuck me, angel, I’m hungover to shit. I’m never drinking ever again.”
I laugh, and I can’t recall the number of times I have said the exact same phrase when I am suffering from a killer hangover.
Two hours later, Sam and I are at the airport, and after being almost mobbed by a crowd of Rancid Vengeance fans, we are ready to board our flight to Vegas. Sam is wearing a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, biker boots, a black beanie hat, and aviator sunglasses—the epitome of a rock star. As we walk to the boys’ private jet, the sight in front of me takes me aback. The aeroplane is sleek and black from the outside with the band logo emblazoned on the side and the name ‘Air Vengeance’ in large silver lettering; it looks extremely impressive.
As we step on board, I am in awe of what I see. The interior of the jet resembles a large living room. It is decorated in masculine black, white, and gunmetal grey tones with matching furniture and accessories. It has two, large, dark-grey sofas opposite each other on either side of the plane, with a large oblong shaped table in front of it, which seems to be bolted to the floor. There is a large flat screen T.V mounted on the wall, four black leather recliners in a line towards the front of the plane. As I move further inside, I am greeted with a small bathroom complete with modern chrome and black power shower cubicle, a toilet, and a small square glass sink. There is a bedroom with a large double bed and a black bedside table with three drawers underneath. Sam comes behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“So what do you think then, angel? Do you approve of our extravagant purchases?” He smirks. Smart arse.
“I most definitely approve, baby, this is amazing.”
His stubble tickles as he nuzzles my neck. “Glad you like it, babe, we’re taking off in the next ten minutes, it takes ten hours to get to Vegas. They’re eight hours behind, so it should still be early when we get there.”
I yawn, and Sam chuckles softly.
“Tired, angel?” I nod. “Hold on until take off and you can sleep for a while? How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
He kisses me tenderly on the lips, and we settle in for take-off. Soon after we are in the air, the seatbelt signs are turned off, and Sam reaches over me to unclip my seatbelt.
“Come on, angel; let me take you to bed.”
He pulls me to my feet, and I stumble into his hard chest. He catches me before I fall and our eyes lock.
“I need you to fuck me, Sam,” I whisper seductively in his ear, and he cocks his pierced eyebrow.
“Do you fancy joining the mile-high club then, angel?” he rasps, and I nod.
I feel my pussy clench with white-hot lust at his words. He pulls me towards the bedroom and the other boys wolf whistle and cheer as we walk past them. Sam flips them the bird and closes the door behind us. His green eyes are hooded and blazing with pure carnal lust. He backs me towards the wall and traps me with his hands on either side of my head.
“Sam,” I whisper, and he lifts my leg, wrapping it around his waist.
“Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast or slow and gentle?”
I feel so desperate for him to take me. I am panting with desire, and he hasn’t even touched me.
“Hard and fast, Sam, please.”
I bite my lip, and he reaches down, making me release my lip from my teeth.
“Patience, angel,” he says huskily, and I feel liquid heat begin to pool between my legs. He lifts me up effortlessly in his arms. “Wrap those gorgeous legs around my waist, baby.”
I do as he says, and he crashes his lips on mine. A moan escapes as he moves fluidly across the room and drops me gently on the bed. He climbs on top of me and unbuckles his belt. I arch my back up off the bed, desperate for my release. He begins to remove my clothes carefully until I am lying naked underneath him. He takes off his belt, wraps it around my wrists, and fastens me to the metal bed frame. He unzips his jeans, admiring his handiwork.
“Tell me if it’s too much, angel, and I’ll stop.”
I nod and am so turned on. He strips until he is gloriously naked, and I lick my lips at the sight of his taut, sculpted muscles. He reminds me of a Greek god with his perfect statuesque body. He begins to kiss a trail down my body from my breasts to my swollen stomach and skips over the part I want him to touch the most.
“Sam.”
He blows cool air on my pussy, and I writhe beneath him.
“Keep still, angel, I’ll take care of you.” He moves lower, and his velvet tongue sweeps up my slit. “Mmm, you taste so fucking sweet.” He breathes against me, and his stubble tickles my inner thigh. “Tell me what you need, angel.”
“You, I need you, Sam, I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”
He chuckles softly. “I love it when you talk dirty to me, angel.”
He strokes his already erect cock and positions the head against my soaking wet opening and pushes roughly into me. I gasp at the feeling of him filling me to the hilt. He pistons in and out, driving deeper with each thrust.
“Oh, God, Sam. Harder. Fuck me harder,” I cry out.
“Jesus, angel, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I feel him so deep inside me, hitting my g-spot with each hard drive.
“Oh, Sam.”
He increases his hard thrusts.
“Tell me you like feeling my cock deep inside you.”
I bite my lip.
“Oh, God, I love feeling your hard cock inside me, fuck me harder.” I see a thin sheen of sweat across Sam’s forehead. “What’s wrong, rock star, can’t keep up the pace?” I tease.
He cocks his pierced eyebrow, slowing his pace. “Never underestimate me, angel, I can go all night.”
He winks, leaning down to unbuckle his belt holding my wrists prisoner. He frees my hands and scoops me up from the bed, as he moves across the room pressing my back against the wall. He rams his cock deep inside me, pushing me further up the wall, creating a delicious friction. He nuzzles my neck and nips a trail with his teeth down to my collarbone.
“Sam, please, I need you, I need you to make me come!”
He increases his thrusts again, and I am so close to finding my release.
“Fuck me, angel, I’m so fucking close.”
He pistons in and out one final time and we both find our release at the same time. He growls, and I cry out, “Fuck, Sam.”
He stills for a moment, coming down from his orgasm.
“Still think I can’t keep up the pace, angel?” he rasps, and I chuckle mischievously.
“I never doubted you, babe.”
He nips my sensitive nipple with his teeth.
“You little minx!”
He laughs and moves across the room with me in his arms. He pulls out of me and lays me down on the bed. He climbs in beside me and shifts me, so I am tucked under his arm. I lay my head on his chest, and he lazily strokes my hair. Soon, I am a slave to sleep.
I am woken by Sam’s soft, raspy voice whispering in my ear, “Angel.”
I look sleepily at him and smile.
“There’s my girl, we’re about to land in Vegas.”
I stretch out, and I feel deliciously sore after our marathon sex session.
“I didn’t realise how long I’d been asleep.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“It’s OK, angel, you look so peaceful when you’re asleep I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I get up, pull on my clothes, and run a brush through my hair. Sam wraps his arms around my waist, stroking my stomach gently. He moves my hair over my shoulder, giving him access to my bare neck, and he kisses me softly.
“God, you’re beautiful, to think you’ve got a part of me growing inside you, it’s amazing.”
I turn around in his arms and wrap my arms around him, needing to feel as close as possible to the man I love.
“We’re going to be one big dysfunctional family,” I joke and Sam laughs.
“Three rock star uncles and a rock star granddad, what more could a kid ask for?”
Our moment is interrupted by a voice coming through the speaker system.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, as we have commenced our final descent into North Las Vegas airport, would you kindly return to your seats, fasten your seat belts, and return your seat to the fully upright position. Please ensure that your tables are stowed, all personal items and articles of hand luggage are stored securely in the overhead lockers or under the seat in front of you, and that no items are obstructing the exits. After landing, please remain seated with seat-belts fastened until the aircraft has come to a halt and the Captain has switched off the seat-belt signs.”
We go out into the main living area of the aeroplane and take our seats as instructed as we begin our descent into Las Vegas.
After we land, we all exit the aeroplane, and as I step off, I am hit with a wall of heat from the blazing sun. There is a black limo waiting for us on the tarmac of the local private airport. Sam, me, Jax, Brody, Lucas, and J.D. all step into the spacious black limo which is driven by a private chauffeur. Cole gets into the front passenger seat with the driver, and by the way they are talking, they know each other. Sam wraps his arm around me, takes off his beanie hat, runs his hand through his hair raven-black hair, and pulls his sunglasses up on top of his head.
“I can’t wait for you to see my place, Peyton,” Lucas says excitedly, and I smile at his animated enthusiasm.
I look to Sam, and he leans to whisper in my ear, “When we come to Vegas, Lucas always insists that we stay at his house instead of a hotel. It’s more private, and he grew up here.”
I nod at Sam’s clarification, and we begin our journey to Lucas’ house.
Some time passes, and the car has pulled to a stop. We all exit the limo, and we have entered the circular driveway through a set of black wrought-iron gates. There is a large water fountain in the middle, and I am in awe of the building in front of me. From the outside, the house is brown brick and looks to be on two levels. Lucas opens the white, double front doors and punches in a code to disarm the beeping alarm system. We step into an open foyer with a dark wooden floor throughout. There are a series of abstract art paintings framed and hung on the walls. The boys are chatting and laughing with each other, they seem to be in good spirits.
“Do you guys want some coffee? I can fix up some breakfast if you’re hungry,” Lucas says.
All the boys nod and follow Lucas through the house. I am informed that the house is a four-bedroom property, with three bathrooms, a double, and a single garage. There is a large elaborate staircase leading to the second storey of the house. The house is decorated in light taupe, cream, and warm brown tones. It is warm and inviting.
“Make yourselves at home. I can get someone to bring your luggage up to your rooms. The kitchen should be stocked up on food and beer, so we’re all good to go.”
Lucas chuckles, and the boys all cheer. The boys disappear off upstairs, Sam included, and I am left to explore the house. The view from the floor to ceiling kitchen windows is breath-taking. The house looks out onto its very own swimming pool and miniature golf course. I move closer to the window and admire the view in front of me.
“I inherited this house from my parents. I grew up here, but you already knew that, right?” Lucas’ voice startles me, and I jump at the sound of his American drawl. “I’m sorry, honey; I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He strides towards me and stops when he reaches me. He tucks his hands in the pockets of a loose pair of combat shorts.
“My parents were killed, my dad escaped from prison, he raped and murdered my mum. He murdered and brutally beat my step-dad to death with a baseball bat. That’s the reason I moved to the UK. I was seven years old.”
My heart clenches at the thought of Lucas as a little boy, scared and in a country he wasn’t familiar with.
“Don’t feel sorry for me, Peyton, my childhood was awesome after I moved to London. I moved in with my Aunt Ava and my Uncle Kyle, they adopted me as their own. I was loved. I grew up seeing my cousins as the brothers and sisters I never had. Uncle Kyle is a movie director and the actors that came to our house for BBQ and grill nights were just regular Johnny, Leo, Brad, and Sam. At school I was the weird kid with the weird accent until Sam, Jax, and Brody took me under their wing.”
He smiles a dazzling smile at the thought.
“Coming here, having them here, erases the bad memories and replaces them with happy ones. I’ve renovated the whole house and added to the original property since I’ve been in the band.”
I turn around to face him and look at him. He hangs his head, and his face looks so conflicted.
“That night on the tour bus, the night J.D. had his filthy God damn fucking hands on you—” He closes his eyes and clenches his fists. “—it brought back memories from all those years ago. I saw my mum silently pleading with me to help her while he was on top of her. I was hiding in the laundry bin, I was frozen, fucking terrified. If he knew I was there, he’d kill me too.”
He wipes away a tear that has escaped from the corner of his eye, and I take his hand in mine.
“There was nothing you could have done. You were just a kid, you can’t blame yourself, babe,” I try to reassure him.
“I know there was nothing I could have done; believe me, I’ve been through enough therapy over the years. But I felt so help
less, so fucking useless. She was my mom, Peyton, the woman who gave birth to me, and I couldn’t save her,” he says through clenched teeth, and I feel privileged that he has chosen to open up to me. I move closer to him and throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to me. He reciprocates the embrace and buries his face in my hair.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Don’t thank me, babe, I’ll always be here to listen any time day or night.”
Someone clears their throat behind us.
“Sorry, I didn’t-didn’t mean to interrupt you,” an unfamiliar female’s voice interrupts our moment.