“Trick, please,” she begged, sliding her hands into his silky hair. “Don’t—”
“Shh.” He cut her off with a kiss, cupping her in his warm, rough hand, pushing his fingers in deeper, his thumb gliding over her clit harder and faster. Her hips rocked forward, matching his rhythm, urging him deeper inside as her body wound tighter and tighter, heat gathering in her core, pulsing through her limbs…
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.
That’s all it took. She shattered in his arms, pressing her mouth to his shoulder to muffle the sound of her cries of pleasure, her body writhing against him as she came with a shudder. Her legs nearly gave out, but Trick held her tight; she knew without a doubt he’d never let her fall.
“My beautiful Sunshine,” he whispered, making her smile once again. “I believe that was a record.”
A rap on the door startled them both.
“Trick?” Sounded like the manager. “Ready for the second set? Got about three minutes to go.”
Trick grumbled under his breath, but Layla knew how excited he was to get back on stage. She pulled away, straightening her dress.
“Be right out, Tasha.” To Layla, he whispered, “We’ll pick up where we left off after the show.” He pushed her glasses back up her nose and kissed her again, a gentle promise of more to come. “Unless you have other plans tonight?”
“You mean, with someone else who sent me a plane ticket and a limo, and wrote a song for me, and pulled me into an office on his set break and made me come in record time?”
“Someone else? Don’t even joke about that, Sunshine. Someone Else would get his ass kicked.”
Layla laughed.
For a moment they held each other’s gaze, taking each other in. Layla felt breathless and alive, hopeful, like she was standing on the precipice of something great and had only to jump.
“This is my gig now,” he said softly, tracing the edge of her jaw with his fingers. “Small stage, local places.”
She nodded, but there was something strange in his voice now. He sounded… nervous, almost. Uncertain.
Her brow furrowed with concern. “Trick? Are you—”
“I just…” He pulled away from her and ran a nervous hand through his hair, leaving it sticking up everywhere. If there was room in the tiny office, Layla was certain he’d be pacing.
“I want you to know that whatever I decide going forward,” he said, “I’m not doing a damn thing that keeps me away. Not anymore.”
She pulled him close again and smoothed down his hair, fixing the mess he’d made. “Away from what? Trick, what are you saying?”
“I’m going on tour again,” he said. “But a different kind. Full year. All local places, small like this. Cross-country. No flying, no bus, no roadies—just me in my car on the open road.”
“That sounds… that sounds amazing.” She took a step back, trying to process it. Tour? For a whole year?
Trick gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look into his face. His sea-blue eyes blazed with something powerful and huge.
Not nerves, she realized. Hope.
“Come with me, Layla.”
“But… what?”
“This whole time… I never stopped thinking about you. Not for a fucking day. And I don’t want to spend another three months or even three minutes on the wrong side of the country from the only woman I’ve ever written a song about.”
Layla’s heart hammered in her chest. He was asking her to… for a whole year… together… “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.” Trick flashed that cocky, all-knowing grin, sending her stomach tumbling. “Hey. Twelve months on the road together? The way I see it, we’ll either kill each other or end up married.”
Married?
Layla’s heart leapt up into her throat, and she waited for the fear to take over. To remind her that she didn’t deserve another chance at happiness. That taking a risk like that would only end in broken hearts and tears.
But she waited… and waited… and… nothing. That fear just wasn’t there. She’d kicked its ass in California, and in the months that’d followed, she’d replaced it with strength. Inspiration. Hope. Love. Possibility.
Anything is possible…
On the road for a whole year. With Trick. Seeing the countryside, listening to his shows, writing in every state…
The timing was actually perfect. Her next Royal Hearts on Fire project was well underway, and as long as she had a laptop, she could write from anywhere. A change of scenery had always inspired her, and so had unexpected adventures. After all, it was a change of scenery and an unexpected adventure that had brought her into Trick’s life in the first place.
No more thinking. No more doubting. She’d come this far, gotten on that plane with no more than a spark of hope in her chest. Now, it was time to leap off that precipice and see what awaited her on the other side.
Layla slid her arms around his neck again, a smile stretching across her face. “All right, Boy Band. I’m in. But I’m bringing my hippie farmer’s market incense with me. I can’t write without it.”
“Fine. Long as you don’t bring your tape gun. I don’t plan on respecting your boundaries this time.” He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her lips. “In fact, I plan on being on top of you, below you, or inside you pretty much any time we’re in the same square mile radius together. Hope you’re good with those terms.”
Layla smiled against his lips, melting once again into his eager kiss.
Those were definitely some terms she could sign her name to. Tonight. Tomorrow. The next day.
And maybe, her heart whispered, fluttering warm and excited in her chest, forever.
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Snowed In with the Bad Boy
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