by Anna Edwards
“Have you thought about going to the police?” Zoey asks. “If you don’t want to go back there, then I don’t see how they can force you. Surely you can get an injunction or something against them to make them stay away from you?”
“N-no, I can’t,” I stutter my reply.
The thought of talking to the police about where I used to live scares me to death. I know the police have visited there a few times asking questions but to talk to them would be wrong. I just want to forget I came from there and live my new life.
“I’m sorry. I just want to forget the place. If it comes to it, I’ll consider going to the police, but I think I’m just a bit shocked to see my face plastered all over the headlines. I didn’t realize the extent of the band’s fame and that someone as boring as me would be of interest, because I’m associated with you.”
Liam pulls me close and kisses me on top of my forehead. “You are far from boring.”
I snort a laugh, wanting to try and stop everyone from worrying. I know the band has an important concert tonight, and they should be enjoying the build up. “You’re only saying that because I like sucking your dick.”
“See not boring at all.” Liam chuckles.
“What I would do to get my dick sucked before the concert.” Cameron grabs his groin. “I really need to let out some nervous energy.”
“I can assure you I’m not going to offer to help. My mouth is for one dick only.” I find myself teasing Cameron.
“It better be.” Liam throws a mock punch at Cameron. “We all know that happens when someone tries it on with my girl.”
“As if. I’d take you down in no time at all,” Cameron retorts.
“Then I’d knock you both out,” Austin adds, and the three guys look at Tate.
“I’ll just watch the blood and teeth fly as I get my dick sucked by Zoey, thank you.”
Everyone in the room bursts into fits of laughter, the solemn mood of earlier dispelled. It allows me to put my fears aside. I know each and every person in this room will do everything they can to protect me from my past.
“We better get ready for the concert,” Tate announces, breaking the hilarity of Liam, Cameron, and Austin, who are now play fighting.
All three stop throwing pretend punches and salute Tate. I’ve noticed he’s the unofficial leader of the band, and the others always support his decisions without question.
“That’s how I’ll get my dick sucked. I’m sure the costume department will have a nice little lady to get me off.” Cameron gets excited and heads to the door.
“Don’t upset anyone!” Zoey shouts after him.
Tate shakes his head. “Seriously, that guy needs to take a break from getting off. I bet his dick is crusty with chafing.”
“You can talk.” Austin laughs. “You and Zoey are like Energizer bunnies.”
“I can’t help it if I find my fiancée hot as fucking hell.” Tate smirks and grabs hold of Zoey’s backside. The two of them wander off together, probably to find somewhere to be alone.
Austin heads to the gaming console set up in the room. “I’m going to check out the latest challenges in my game. What are you two up to?”
I’ve learned this about the guys. In the last few hours before a concert, they all go into a mode where they stay apart from each other. Austin always games while Cameron goes around chatting to people. Tate and Zoey find some alone time, whether it’s spent going over songs, band business, or being intimate together.
Liam doesn’t have a set routine, though. Most times, he heads to the bus with his sticks and practices a few rhythms before having a shower and a nap. Occasionally, he’ll join Cameron chatting with people. One time, he even had a driver take us shopping. He doesn’t have a routine until five minutes before he’s due on stage. It’s at that time he’ll take up his drumsticks and fall silent. He’ll shut his eyes, and I know to leave him alone. All I’ll see is his body moving as he practices beats in his head. I watch him every time he does it because it’s mesmerizing, and I love it.
“I think we’ll head back to the bus and chill out,” Liam informs Austin and takes my hand. “Is that all right with you, Yivi? They should have the press under control by now, but obviously there’ll still be some there.”
“It’s okay.” Butterflies flitter in my stomach, but I calm them down.
I’m wife to Liam Romero, drummer for Saving Tate. I have his love, and he has mine. The entire world knows that now. I’ve got nothing to be scared about.
Liam leads me back to the stage door. There’s security with us, including one I recognize as Liam’s personal detail. He travels everywhere with us while on tour.
“If it gets bad, I want Yivi escorted at high speed to the bus. Is that understood?” Liam addresses the bodyguards, and they all reply with a nod of understanding.
The door is opened, and the shouts of the assembled press, now firmly trapped behind a security barrier, start up again. Liam holds my hand tightly, and we walk quickly toward the bus.
“Come-on, just one picture of the two of you together,” one shouts.
“Why are you being so secretive about being married?” another questions.
It suddenly hits me that by hiding away we’re fueling their desire for more information. My face is already out there. I might as well give them a good photo, and then hopefully, the intrusion into our lives will die down a bit.
“Wait.” I dig my heels into the ground and pull Liam to a halt. The security detail stops as well, putting a protective circle around us to shield us from the press. “Let’s give them a photo of us together.”
“What?”
I lean in closer to Liam. “Maybe they’ll concentrate on the concert later if we give them what they want now.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I reply, smiling up at my handsome husband.
He nods at the security, and they part, allowing Liam and me to stand together in full view of the press. Liam puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close to him as we smile for the sea of cameras flashing brightly before us.
“What’s it like being married, Liam?” one reporter shouts out.
“Fabulous. Best thing I ever did,” Liam replies.
“When will we learn more about the woman who’s captured your heart?” another asks.
“After the concert, we’ll issue a statement.”
I just keep smiling beside Liam, letting him answer a few more questions.
“Yivi, what drew you to Liam?” someone shouts out, and a courage inside me I didn’t know I possessed takes over.
“His honesty and kindness first, then his looks because, damn, he’s hot,” I reply.
Liam leans down and kisses me on the lips. It’s passionate and lingers for a short time, which sends the cameras into overdrive.
When he pulls away from me, he waves at the security team, and they instantly surround us again, and we move as one until Liam and I are safely on the bus. My heart is beating fast. I can’t believe I just did that. I exposed myself to a sea of people. I know I’m in danger, but I trust that in the end, should anything happen, the band will save me. They’re my family now, the one I was destined to have.
Chapter 19
Liam
#ImNotSureMyDickCanGetAnyHarder
“Damn, that was hot!” I pull Yivi flush against my body when we get onto the tour bus so she can feel how hard our display of unity has made me.
“I thought, what’s the point in running away all the time? I might as well show the world I love you. Stake my claim and let everyone know you’re off the market.” Yivi smiles with mischief in her eyes. She may pretend it was a playful act, but I know the truth. It was hard to expose herself that way. I love her even more for doing it, though. “What do you want to do before the show?” she questions and pulls herself away from me. “I know you like to rest. Shall I get your drumsticks for you?”
“Baby, my dick is hard. I want to do nothing more than take you to the bac
k bedroom and shower you with love.”
“I could be persuaded. That seems a good way to spend our time.” Yivi smirks and starts to race through the bus toward the bedroom.
I’m hot on her heels, wrapping my arms around her waist and hoisting her aloft as I carry her into the bedroom.
“Liam,” she squeals, and I hold her tighter.
I kick the door to the bedroom open and throw Yivi onto the clean sheeted bed. The room has been freshened up while we’ve been practicing for the concert. Yivi sits up and licks her lips. Her legs open, giving me a peek of the wetness on her underwear. I know what she wants—before I look after her, she wants to taste me. Her eyelids grow heavy with lust. It’s a look I recognize.
I prowl toward her, undoing my jeans and lowering them down my muscular thighs as I go.
“Please?” Yivi begs, and I wrap my hands around her dark brown hair. It’s pulled back in a ponytail, and I use it to guide her mouth onto my dick that’s standing proudly, waiting for her.
“Take all of me.” I give myself over to her. She licks my length from the base to the tip before circling around the head of my cock with her tongue.
“Delicious,” she moans.
She repeats the path over my cock, and I feel all the nerve endings in my body ignite with pleasure. I need her warmth, and she gives it to me when she brings my cock into her mouth. Lower and lower, she swallows the length of my shaft until she gags. I pull my hips back, and she circles my dick again with her saliva, preparing me for when I take her mouth faster. We continue like this for a few minutes. I watch every second of Yivi worshiping my cock. I adore it. I wish I could freeze time and stay like this forever. She looks up at me, her eyelids heavy with lust and pupils dilated.
“Touch yourself,” I order.
This is something we’ve not done before. She hesitates, unsure at first, but slowly her hand lowers down her body and between her thighs. A soft groan reverberates around my dick from the first stroke she gives herself.
“More,” I urge, and she strokes faster.
Yivi releases my dick from her mouth. “Liam, I need you deeper,” she begs before bringing me into her mouth once more. Then pulling back again she says, “Fuck my mouth like you do my pussy.”
The words leaving her lips shock me, and for a moment, I still. She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Did I say something wrong?” she asks.
“Not at all.”
I wrap my hand tighter around her hair and use it to control her movements as I fuck her mouth. The noises of her gagging on my cock send my senses into overdrive, and before long, I feel the start of my orgasm at the base of my balls. It travels through my body like lightning, and I bury myself deep at the back of Yivi’s throat as my orgasm explodes from my cock. Aftershocks shake through me when Yivi orgasms as well. She’s trying to swallow everything I have while experiencing her own earth shattering moment.
Everything is intense.
It’s perfect.
We fit perfectly together.
I pull back, and Yivi sinks into the comfort of the bed still licking my cum from her lips where it spilled out of her mouth, such was the ferocity of my release.
I collapse on the bed next to her, my eyelids growing heavy.
“I promise I’ll always protect you. Don’t ever be afraid to tell me if you’re scared. I won’t be angry. I yearn to protect you. I was made to love you.” I turn to face my wife. Her makeup is smudged from our exertions.
“Those words would make great song lyrics, maybe you should repeat that declaration to Tate.” Yivi smiles at me.
“No, my lyrical words are only for you. I couldn’t share them with anyone.” I shed the rest of my clothing, and Yivi does the same. “I’m going to fuck your pussy now, and then we’ll sleep for an hour until the concert. It’s going to become my new routine. Even when I’m eighty and still touring, I’ll be here with you before I go on stage.”
“I’m down for that.” Yivi smirks, and climbing on top of me, she rocks me to hardness and another orgasm. The entire time I stare at her and think I’m the luckiest man in the world.
I’ve never believed in fate or any crap like that, but I think I’ve been smacked in the face with it. By getting married while drunk, I could have made the biggest mistake of my life. Instead, I’ve been rewarded with a woman who makes my heart beat to a new rhythm, one of devotion and trust in an ever changing world. I would do anything for her if she asked.
Damn it, when this happens to Austin and Cameron, I’m going to laugh so much. They aren’t going to know what hit them. Love is amazing. I’m finally complete.
Chapter 20
Yivi
#YouCantEscapeThePastNoMatterHowFarYouRun
“I think I’m still buzzing after that show,” Austin announces around a mouthful of scrambled eggs and bacon.
It’s the morning after the concert in Houston, and I don’t know how these men put away so much food and still stay the same size. I’ve put loads of weight on since I joined them on tour, mainly because I’ve never tried half the food before, and it’s all so good I have to have seconds. I think I look healthier now than the skinny thing I was before, though.
“I’ve still got chills from the sound of the fans singing Heidi’s song with us. I’m man enough to say I shed a tear,” Tate admits, and as I’ve seen the band do before, they all take a moment to think about Tate’s older sister who died of a drug overdose when she was young.
“I think I shed buckets during that moment,” Zoey adds and squeezes Tate’s hand. She’s holding a slice of toast with jelly on it in her other hand.
“I thought some of the shows in Europe were massive, but yesterday was just beyond crazy. We really have reached the top, haven’t we,” Cameron states.
He’s finished his breakfast after inhaling it in two minutes and is sitting back drinking a strong black coffee.
“And we’re never going back down,” Liam cheers, a mouthful of his huevos rancheros poised at his lips. He was delighted it was on the menu as it’s one of his favorite foods his mother used to make for him.
I look down at the half eaten, Fruity Pebbles French toast in front of me. It’s like a dream on a plate, sugary with fruit and syrup but salty at the same time with the addition of crispy bacon. I think I’m in food heaven and have found a new favorite over everything chocolate…or maybe I’ll just settle for both, one after the other.
“Do you have any other concerts that big?” I ask and take another mouthful of my delicious breakfast. “Is the concert in Florida as big?”
“I think the Hard Rock stadium is about sixty-five thousand. Last night was seventy two thousand. New York is going to be the pinnacle, though. It only holds around twenty thousand, but the atmosphere is said to be one of the best.” Austin gives us the facts about the venues the band will be playing in.
“I can’t imagine singing to that many people? Don’t you get nervous?” I ask, placing my fork down on the plate. I have to take a break from eating so I can make room for the rest of this delicious food.
“It was scary, at first, but now it’s exciting. I long for the interaction with the crowd. We feed off of them. You know it’s going to be a good show if in the first few minutes you’re already bent over in floods of laughter because the crowd is going crazy,” Tate replies, a look of pride on his face.
“It’s the reason we do this. We love music and just want to share it with everyone,” Liam adds.
“You’re certainly doing that. Zoey showed me the rest of your schedule. You really are going all over the world.” I lean back in my chair as we continue our conversation.
“Even though we’re away from home for long periods of time, it’s amazing to travel. We get to see so much of the world and experience many different cultures, more than most people see in a lifetime. I’ll work all the hours God sends and be lonely on the road just for the chance to learn about all the diverse places and people,” Liam replies.
; “I don’t think I could ever do a desk job after this,” Cameron continues, waving his cup at a waitress for more coffee. She’s really busy and ignores him.
“Hopefully, none of us will have to,” Austin adds. “I’d probably go into the computing business if this all ends tomorrow.”
“Design the world’s next bestselling game,” Liam jokes with his friend.
“Already doing that.” Austin winks back. “What about you, then?”
Liam chuckles. “I’d probably just give drum lessons. I’m not really good at anything else. Tate?” The question passes around the table.
“I’d continue focusing on the Foundation as much as I could. I guess I’d probably just try and sell my songs to other bands. I know people often ask if I’d go solo like some other lead singers, but I don’t think I would. I couldn’t do this without you guys at my side. I need someone to tease. Cameron, you’re turn?”
The lead guitarist puffs out his lips. “Honestly, I’ve no idea what I’d do. I don’t want to think about this ever ending. It’s all we’ve known for so long. I’d probably just hide away in my mansion and do a tell-all biography and make an occasional public appearance to keep the money flowing in. After doing this for so long, I couldn’t do a nine to five job. It’d kill me.”
“Make sure we all get a copy of the biography before it goes public.” Tate raises a playful eyebrow at his friend. “I’m pretty certain you’ll recollect events a lot differently than the rest of us.”
“It’s all right. I’d hire Zoey to be my publicist. She’d travel everywhere with me and look after me,” Cameron teases Tate.
“Over my fucking dead body.” Tate raises a fist at Cameron.
Zoey sits there with a fake dreamy look on her face. “I don’t know—that sounds fun to me. I wouldn’t want to travel with another band where the band members go in different directions like you all do. It’s virtually impossible to herd you and keep you out of trouble, but if it was just Cameron, I could be with him twenty-four seven and make sure he doesn’t do anything I wouldn’t get up to. It would be the most boring tour he’d ever been on.”