by Anna Edwards
“I’ll be waiting for them.” I smile at Zoey as she scurries off to sort out the executives. It’s then I realize I used the word, assholes. I chuckle to myself as I turn back to watch the rest of the concert.
“What’s so funny?” Gabe asks, staring down at me.
He looks very much like Liam with his dark hair and eyes. He doesn’t have any tattoos, though, that I can see, and he doesn’t set my nerve endings alight with his smile and touch like my husband does. I feel Liam even when he isn’t close, and I can sense where he is in a room even if I can’t see him.
“It will probably sound silly to you, but I said the word asshole. That’s a naughty word, and where I came from, I would have been punished.”
“The cult?” Gabe questions.
“Yes,” I reply. I don’t want to talk about it and sour my mood. “It’s a horrible place. I’m glad I’m free.”
I look over at Liam, who’s in the middle of an energetic segment in the concert and is banging loudly.
“Fuck,” Gabe says, and I tilt my head up instantly to look at him.
“What?”
“Have you said that word yet?”
I shake my head. “No, that’s one of the really bad ones.”
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? You said you were free? If you are going to be spending the rest of your life with my brother, you’ll certainly hear it being said. I think he uses it in most sentences.”
Gabe isn’t lying about that. I’ve noticed Liam and all the band members using that word a lot, along with several others.
I test the start of the word on my lips. “F…” I giggle like a little schoolgirl. “I can’t.”
Gabe folds his arms across his chest, daring me. “Fuck, Shit, Piss, Cunt.”
“Gabe!” I exclaim in shock.
“They roll off the tongue easily when they need to. Come on. Try it.”
I test the word again. “Fuck.” My voice is tiny and almost indistinguishable against the music around us.
“Louder,” Gabe orders.
“Fuck,” I say it in a half scream.
“That was pitiful.”
“Fuck,” I scream in my loudest voice, and a big smile adorns my face. A few of the people around us stop and stare. “Everything’s all right,” I inform them, “I’m just learning a new word.”
Gabe throws his head back and laughs. “I can see why my brother likes you. It makes it even harder that I have to do this.”
“Do what?”
Before I can stop him, Gabe slams his lips against mine and steals a kiss from me. I struggle against him and eventually push him away with a hard slap to his cheek.
“What are you doing? I’m not that sort of person. I love your brother. How dare you do that?”
“I’m sorry,” Gabe apologizes, but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s knocked to the floor directly in front of me by an irate Liam.
Chapter 15
Liam
#MotherFuckingCockSuckerImGoingToKillHim
Even I can hear Yivi screaming ‘fuck’ from the top of her voice at the side of the stage. It sends a thrill through my body to know she’s learning dirty words. The thrill doesn’t last long when I see Gabe force a kiss to my wife’s lips.
My own brother!
Yivi stands rigid at first before she starts to struggle to get him off her. I know she doesn’t want it.
He’s a dead bastard!
I’m over my drum set in a matter of seconds, sending it flying everywhere as I race toward where my brother, my fucking brother, is forcing himself on my wife, my wife.
I’m vaguely aware of the music stopping around me as I send my fist into Gabe’s face. Another punch follows quickly, sending blood splattering across his cheek. We roll around on the backstage floor, Gabe trying to escape from me, but I’m not going to stop until I kill him.
Yivi screams.
Zoey screams.
The next thing I know, two strong arms are wrapped tightly around me, and I’m being pulled back as I continue to kick out and scream.
“You’re dead, Gabe. I’m going to kill you.” I struggle harder and manage to get free from the person holding me, I have tunnel vision—all I can see is my brother with blood flowing from his nose. I want to make him bleed more. I send another kick at him before I’m pulled back again. “You’re my brother. How could you do that? I saw it all. She didn’t want you kissing her.”
I realize Austin and Cameron are both holding me now when Tate helps Gabe to his feet. There’s a look of thunder on my bandmate’s face. It’s not just directed at Gabe but at me as well.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tate growls.
“He kissed Yivi,” I reply, my voice laced with venomous rage. “I’m going to mother fucking kill him.”
“Enough,” Tate yells with authority. “Yivi, is this true?”
I look to where my wife is standing, shaking. She’s terrified and opens her mouth to speak but can’t. She has tears running down her cheeks. Zoey appears at her side and whispers into her ear. Yivi then looks at Tate and nods.
“Zoey, go and tell the crowd we’re having technical difficulties, but we’ll be back on in a few minutes,” Tate orders, and Zoey disappears.
“Like fuck I’m going back on. I’m going to have this out with my brother.” My nostrils are flaring with rage.
Tate steps away from my brother and gets up into my face. “You will go back on stage, or I will kick you out of this band.”
I open my mouth to argue, but Austin gets there first. “Don’t argue. Let Tate deal with Gabe.”
Tate turns around to face my brother. I’ve seen Tate when he’s mad. It’s not a pretty sight, but he tends to keep his head better than I do. I let my fists do the talking and worry about the consequences afterward. I guess I’ve got the Spanish fire in me just like my mother.
“Talk,” Tate snarls and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I’m sorry, Yivi, I’m sorry.” Gabe wipes his hand across his face, swiping the blood everywhere. “It’s been a shock to find out Liam’s married. I’m worried about him just as my parents are. I wanted to test Yivi, to make sure she isn’t playing him. She pushed me away immediately. I’m sorry for doing that, Yivi. My mother was so upset earlier, and it was a stupid thing to do. I’m not excusing myself, but I was just looking after my brother.”
“In the middle of one of our concerts.” Tate shakes his head. “Cameron, Austin, and I should each get a free punch as well, you fucking idiot. You know us. You know Liam’s like a brother to us. Don’t you think we’ve all wondered about whether Yivi is genuine? We’ve all thought the same as you, but we’ve only had to watch her with Liam to know this isn’t a game or some plan to steal his money. They want to be with each other. They have a genuine, out the blue, smack you in the face love. You should have asked us first, not embarked on some hair-brained scheme that’s possibly ruined one of our concerts.” Tate’s as furious with my brother as I am, but my anger toward Gabe is no longer about seeing him kiss Yivi, it’s now directed at his stupidity and the fact he’s caused my wife distress.
“I’m sorry, Tate. All I can say is I really wasn’t thinking. I’ll leave.” Gabe looks at the ground, defeated and embarrassed.
“No.” I find the words come out of my lips before I even realize I’m saying them. I’ve stopped struggling against Cameron and Austin, and they tentatively let me go. “I understand you were just trying to protect me. I was probably as shocked as you were that Mum was upset earlier and not cursing me in Spanish. I’m sorry for hitting you. I should have known.” I hold my hand out to my brother by way of an apology. He takes it, and we shake.
Next I turn to Yivi, who’s still trembling with shock. I step toward her and wipe the tears from her cheeks. “I’m sorry if I scared you. Gabe is honestly sorry as well. We’re hot-blooded men who do stupid things sometimes.”
“I didn’t like seeing you l
ike that,” Yivi responds.
She looks down at my knuckles and strokes them. They’re swelling up from the ferocity of my punches to my dickhead brother.
“I can’t promise I won’t go Hulk to protect you again, because I love you and I’ll always want to make sure you’re safe.”
Yivi looks down at the floor and then back up at me. “What’s Hulk?”
My bandmates and brother let out a little chuckle.
“A whole new set of films we need to watch.”
“Okay.” Yivi smiles and reaches up to kiss me on the lips. “The perfect taste.” She looks at Gabe pointedly when she speaks. I think my little woman could be a spitfire if needed. “Touch me again, and I’ll slap you even harder.”
“Point taken,” Gabe acknowledges with a bow of his head. “I think I’m more frightened of you than my brother’s punches. I’m genuinely sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.”
Yivi pauses for a moment. “You were looking after you brother. Of course I fucking forgive you.”
“Wow!” my bandmates and I exclaim at the same time.
“Potty mouth, much,” I add before pulling Yivi to me again.
A cough comes from behind us. When we all turn around, it’s Zoey. She has her hand on her hip and is tapping her foot on the floor.
“While you lot are joking around, I’m trying to keep your fans happy, and they’re getting a little impatient. Are you going to finish this concert or not?”
Tate motions toward my hands. “Can you play?”
I wiggle my fingers. They’re sore, but nothing will stop me getting back on stage.
“I’d have to be dead not to play.” I kiss Yivi on the lips again.
“You run off mid-concert again, and I’ll kill you myself,” Tate adds, following me back on stage.
As I settle behind my drums again, I look back over at Yivi. I was so angry at my brother kissing her I didn’t have a chance to react to the fact she rejected him. It’s the final proof I needed to know she’s ready, and tonight, after I’ve finished all my rock star duties, I plan on taking her and making her my wife properly. This time, though, we’ll both remember it…every last detail.
Chapter 16
Yivi
#IThinkIveFoundMyNewFavoritePastTime
I sit next to Liam in the plush, black leather seats of the limousine. Tate and Zoey are with us. It’s the early hours of the morning after the concert, and we’re all tired but heading to a hotel for the rest of the night. Cameron and Austin have taken a couple of girls back to the bus, and Gabe’s gone with them, but after the stress of the evening, Liam wants to get a good sleep at a hotel.
Tate and Zoey are talking quietly together. When I look up at Liam, he’s staring through the window as the city of Seattle goes past us.
“Are you sure you’re all right with what happened earlier? I don’t want to come between you and your brother,” I ask.
Liam’s been holding my hand, but now he pulls me closer to him and strokes the top of my head.
“Of course, I’m fine. My brother’s a dickhead, but he was looking out for me. It was my fault for the way I told my parents. I shocked everyone. Don’t worry. I’ll call them again tomorrow, and we’ll keep doing that while on the tour. Once my mother gets to know you, she’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s more upset because she didn’t get to fuss over me at the wedding.”
“It must be nice to have people who worry about you that much.”
The limousine pulls up at the Four Seasons hotel again, and as we get out of the car, Liam whispers into my ear, “You do have people who worry about you that much. You’re part of the Saving Tate family now.” He smiles and then adds, “As soon as I get you up into the bedroom, we’re going to consummate our marriage again, and this time you’re going to remember every moment of it.”
My heart flutters, and I feel a weakness in my knees.
Liam leads me through the hotel lobby behind Tate and Zoey. Both the bandmates stop a few times to sign autographs and take photos with fans who have stayed awake just to see them. The hotel concierge doesn’t look overly impressed at the intrusion, but if the fans have rooms in the hotel, there’s nothing he can do. Eventually, we make it into the elevator. Zoey and Tate instantly lock lips, Tate’s hands roaming his fiancée’s body.
Liam again whispers into my ear, “Do you wish that was me with my hands all over you? Caressing your tits and trailing a path with my hands to between your thighs.”
My breathing quickens, and somehow, even though I still don’t understand what these guys consider to be romantic, I know this is Liam’s foreplay. He wants me hot and panting for him by the time we get into the room.
I’ve been a timid little wallflower for long enough, and a strong urge of desire takes over my body. I reach out and rub my hand against Liam’s cock that’s covered by his jeans. He’s semi hard, and he lengthens under my touch.
The elevator dings when we reach the top floor.
“Maybe I just want to run my hands over you.” I wink at him as I get out of the elevator, making sure to sway my hips seductively as I go.
Zoey and Tate quickly disappear into their room, just in time. Tate’s hands were already down Zoey’s pants, and that’s not something I want to see. I’m more interested in having Liam’s hands underneath my skirt.
Liam opens the door while I stand patiently next to him. He grabs my hand and pulls me inside. The second he does, my back is slammed against the wall, and his lips are on mine. They search out my taste, my desire for him, and I give him everything.
Wanton moans of pleasure escape my lips as he continues to kiss me hard. His hands trail down my body, over my breasts, and under my skirt. They blaze a hot path of fire where they touch my skin, igniting every nerve ending in my body, especially when Liam dips a finger into my panties and runs it along the length of my slit. He pushes the finger unmercifully inside me, and I cry out with the intrusion. There’s no pain—it’s completely pleasurable. I want it…no, I need it. His thumb finds my clit, and he circles it. All the while, his lips are joined to mine, and our tongues battle in a frenzied kiss.
I feel the onset of an orgasm almost immediately. I try to make what’s happening between us last longer, but I can’t. I have to come, and in a few seconds, I explode around Liam’s fingers. He holds me steady with his other hand as my legs turn to jelly. I moan my release into his mouth, and he captures it and swallows it down as if it’s the finest wine.
“I need inside you.” Liam groans as my orgasm subsides.
He swoops me into his arms, carries me to the bed, and before I realize what’s happening, he’s divested me of my clothes and his are flying in all directions around the room.
“I want you inside me. I want to remember it all this time. I want to know what it feels like to be joined with my husband.”
Liam slides up my body, kissing every inch of my skin. When he reaches my lips, he stills and stares down at me.
“I love you, Yivi.”
“I love you too. I know it may be instant love, but it’s real. I can’t imagine not being in your arms.”
A tear falls from my eye and trails a path down my cheek. Liam captures it with his fingers, and bringing it to his lips, he licks the saltiness of my emotions.
“I’ll be gentle, Yivi.”
Liam tenderly lays me on the bed, so I’m lying on my back. He opens my legs wide and positions himself at my entrance. A look of worry must pass over my face.
“I don’t ever want to hurt you. I’ll make it feel good. I promise,” he reassures me.
“I trust you,” I reply and try to relax my body as Liam pushes into me slowly. I feel every muscle stretching to welcome his hard length. He’s wide and long, and it seems to take forever before I feel his groin pressing against my body.
We still, staring at each other again—our eyes joined just as intimately as our bodies. I don’t remember losing my virginity the first time, but a fleeting memory of the drunken night tel
ls me it was like this. I’m happy.
“Are you all right?” Liam questions.
“Yes.” I lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. “I’ve never felt better.”
The pressure inside me grows, and I breathe faster and faster.
“I need you to move, please,” I beg.
Liam withdraws and then pushes back inside me. I cry out as every nerve ending welcomes what’s happening. My body sings a joyful song of bliss.
“More.” I let the wanton woman hidden inside me out and buck my hips to get Liam to go faster.
He’s still being really tender with me, but my body is telling me I need more. I want to listen to it. I want to obey it. I’ve always been told to deny what I feel, but with Liam, it’s different. He’s taught me I’m not a follower—I’m a leader, and I can do what I want…within reason, of course. What I want to do now is respond to the cacophony of music my body is singing to me.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” Liam grits his teeth as he moves his hips faster.
“Liam, oh God, it’s too good. How can I feel this happy?”
“Because you’ve got my cock inside you, just where it belongs. It’s found its home, and if it has its way, apart from concerts, it’s never going to leave.”
The orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I can barely breathe as my body shudders and pulsates. It’s stronger than anything I’ve felt before and is amplified when Liam roars his own release inside me, and I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my insides.
Having been told all my life that the only reason I was created was to welcome cum and create a child, the thought of a man coming bare inside me should scare me. However, Liam asked Zoey to take me to a doctor, and I was given a shot so Liam and I can enjoy sex together without the risk of a child, until we decide we want one. I think I like this way of life better. I don’t want to be a mother yet. I’m barely an adult, and there’s so much I need to learn.