Easy Glamour

by Maggie Marr

  We’d fucked up our relationship.

  First him with the lap dance, then the naked girl, then me not believing him about the naked girl, then me with Johnny, and finally me not calling and apologizing. He’d called in the beginning. He’d tried. He’d wanted to explain and I hadn’t wanted to hear. I closed my eyes for a moment and let the image of Rhett’s arms around me play out in my head. Being without him wasn’t getting easier, I was simply getting used to it. I kept my distance. I was professional. I couldn’t get any closer without telling him how I felt and what I wanted.

  I wouldn’t do that now. I willed myself to go to the backyard, hand him this towel, and make a lame excuse about a fake dinner meeting I had to escape to. Yes, it was the coward’s way out, but it was also the only way I could be certain that I wouldn’t profess my remaining undying love for Rhett Legend.

  I walked toward the gate that led into the backyard and lifted the unlocked latch. I started to turn the corner toward the pool and the patio and I heard his voice. I heard his guitar. I heard sounds that made my stomach flip and my desires ignite and my love for him burst from the box in which I’d try to pack away my feelings for Rhett. I heard this:

  Girl, you see right through me, to the inside, to my core.

  All I’ve ever needed is for you to come back through my door.

  Baby come back, baby come back, baby don’t let this be good-bye.

  Baby come back, baby come back, this is a love I can’t deny.

  Now I know I ain’t a perfect man, and that I might never be.

  But I know I am the man for you and you’re the girl for me.

  Baby come back, baby come back, baby don’t believe all their lies.

  Baby come back, baby come back, this is a love I can’t deny.

  The day I met you baby, is the day I came alive.

  The day I lost you baby is the day that I did die.

  Baby come back, baby come back, baby don’t leave me all alone.

  Baby come back, baby come back, it’s my heart you truly own.

  Baby come back, baby come back, babe please come back to me.

  Baby come back, baby come back, I’m begging on my knees.

  Baby come back, baby come back,

  I can’t live this liiiiiife …

  Don’t want to live this liiiife …

  Can’t live this liiiiife … without you by my side.

  Baby come back.

  The guitar stopped. Rhett’s voice stopped. But my tears wouldn’t. They streamed down my face. He couldn’t see me like this. I couldn’t be like this. I dropped the towel on the chair beside him and spun around toward the gate.

  “Tash, wait,” he said.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grab for the towel and patter toward me. He caught me and grabbed my arm. I stood stone still. The tears still rolling down my cheeks. I willed them to stop. I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath. I pressed my fingertips to my eyes. Fucking mascara.

  Rhett grasped both my arms. He turned me toward him and then he pressed his fingertips under my jaw and tilted my face up toward his. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t want to meet his gaze. He would know all the weeks, all the days, all the hours and minutes that I’d wanted him but couldn’t call, couldn’t apologize, couldn’t face the fact that I’d been wrong to think he was the same type of man as Johnny. I’d been unfair to him and to us.

  “Open your eyes, babe, let me see those beautiful eyes.”

  And I did.

  And he knew.

  And he kissed me.

  My body quivered with an unrestrained need I’d tried desperately to control for what felt like forever. My mouth opened to his and his tongue twined with mine. Our mouths sealed. I sucked on his tongue and a low growl rumbled in his chest. He pulled me closer and the tender warmth of his kiss burst into a hot and powerful flame. The towel he clutched at his hip dropped. My hands slid over the skin of his chest. Outlining the muscular planes that were so familiar and yet had become a memory. My fingertips stroked over his nipple and again the rumble through his chest. Never would I let this man go again.

  His hands clutched my shirt and with one strong pull the buttons popped and scattered across the patio. I smiled, his lips still on mine and he smiled too, but we didn’t stop kissing. We never stopped kissing. His fingers unsnapped my bra and he slipped the straps and my shirt over my shoulders.

  He ducked his head and he pulled my nipple between his lips. His other hand slid over my bare back and I moaned. I could feel his erection against my hip. I tilted my body and pressed into him. His hand slid down my back and tugged down the zipper of my skirt. It dropped to the ground. I stood before him in heels and a lace thong. His cock pressed against me and my hips rolled toward him. I shifted and pressed my sex into his hard maleness. I wanted him inside me. I needed him inside me. His mouth left my breast and a soft moan came from my lips. He trailed across my skin to my other breast and rolled the tight bud into his hot mouth.

  My hand fisted around the base of his sex. The skin was so soft. I stroked upward to the wide head. His belly tightened and he gasped. His hands reached around and grasped my ass. He kneaded my bare flesh, his hands pulling me closer with each stroke.

  “Tasha, baby, I’ve missed you. I can’t live without you. Please don’t ever make me live without you.” He pulled my thong over my hips. His fingertips brushed through my curls and he stroked my hot center. Slick and wet and wanting him. I wrapped my arms around his body and deepened our kiss. He stroked tight circles on my nub. My body, my hips mimicking the motion.

  “That’s it baby, that’s it.”

  I pushed my hips against him, wanting him to know that I wanted his hard cock. I needed him between my legs. He slid two fingers into me, while his hand continued to press against my sensitive spot. I threw my head back and he kissed long hot kisses up my neck. He took his hand from my sex and gently wrapped his arms around me and we knelt to the ground. We lay side by side on the soft warm grass beneath the stars.

  His hand found my sex and I grasped him.

  “Please, Rhett, please.”

  He gently lifted me and rolled onto his back. I straddled him and held my body above him. In the soft glow of the rising moon, I saw him. All of him. His eyes were filled with a pure and tender love. A love that I knew now I could trust. His fingertip stroked over my clit as I held myself above him. His cock ready for me. He tensed when I wrapped my fingers around him and positioned him at my entrance. Slick and hot. I tucked the head of him up to my edge and slowly, ever so slowly, with our gazes locked I slid down his long hard shaft.

  “God, Tasha,” he gasped as I lowered myself onto him. His hands grasped my arms and his hips pressed up ever so slightly to meet me. We were eye to eye; even in the darkness of the oncoming night, I could see the outline of Rhett’s face. So intimate. So close. So mine.

  “Baby, you’re so tight,” he whispered in his whiskey voice.

  I slid further down his shaft, giving him the sweet agony of slowly filling me, stretching me. His hand grasped my breasts. His fingertips plucked my nipple and rolled my breast in his hand. He pressed his other hand flat to my belly and pressed his thumb to my throbbing clit. He massaged me in slow, soft circles.

  My body tightened with his touch. My sex clamped around him. Rhett was so beautiful beneath me. He was everything I wanted and everything I feared.

  “Baby, it’s been so long, I’m going to come so hard.” His hips arched up and he pushed into me. My body hot and wet and filled with need. The knowledge that he’d been only with me, that he’d wanted no one but me, made me wet and I slid farther down his shaft. His cock stretching me open further, taking more of him into me.

  “Fuck baby,” he yelled. I rolled forward, my breasts pressing against his chest. I lifted my hips and slid down harder and faster and taking all of his shaft deep within me. A moan came from my lips. I pressed my lips to his and he opened his mouth, a deep and lustful kiss with uncontained passion an
d want. I let our tongues entwine as I pulled and pressed my body up and down his shaft, riding him in long drawn-out thrusts. I pulled apart from his kiss and sat up. He grasped my hips and pressed up into me. I leaned back and let his thumb again press against my clit. Slow drawn-out circles as the orgasm built inside me, rising and rising, my sex tightening and pulling. The scent of our lovemaking enveloping us in the night air.

  “Rhett, baby, I’m going to come.” He captured the nape of my neck with his hand just as my orgasm burst through me. A spasm deep in my core that pulsed outward until my entire body trembled. He thrust into me. I moaned and came harder with each movement.

  “Fuck!” Rhett yelled and his body pounded into mine, pulling my hips up and then down. Claiming me as his with each hard thrust. I watched his face contort, ravaged by his lust for me. He grew harder and thicker and the muscles in his body tightened and quivered.

  “Tasha!” He came with a loud growling sound that tore through his chest as if to say that I was his and he was mine and we never would be parted again. His eyes, his dark eyes, showed love and joy. I brushed my lips over his face, peppering his sweet skin with kisses.

  “Oh my God, Tasha,” he said. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight. We pressed together, trying to claim our breath. Ragged breath after ragged breath became more even. I lay there, my face pressed against his chest. Not wanting to move. Not wanting to change this moment. This perfect moment that I’d longed for since what felt like forever.

  “Tash?” He slid out from under me and tilted his body so that I might lie beside him. I looked into his eyes. What would he say? That this was just a one-time thing? That we couldn’t be together? It had been too long and too much had happened between us to ever recover our love? My heart ached with the thought that this moment could be my final moment in Rhett’s arms.

  “Baby,” he said. His voice broke as though tears were heavy in his heart. “Are you mine again?”

  My heart nearly burst with joy. I pressed my lips to his. Excitement pulsed through me. “Yes, Rhett,” I said. “I’m yours again for forever and always.”

  Rhett

  We hadn’t yet been to sleep when Amanda got home from Palm Springs the next day. Sex. Food. Wine. Words. For nearly twenty-four hours we discussed the ins and outs, the errors, the joys, the things that we would do differently this time. Promises were made.

  We fucked. We fucked like two people who had lost their minds. And we made love. The carnal pleasure led to lots of naps. We ate the amazing food my baby sister had left for us. We drank two bottles of wine.

  Tasha listened to me play and sing every damn song I’d written for the next album. And that included the one that made her cry, the one that finally brought her back to me, the one titled “Tasha’s Song.”

  When Amanda walked into the kitchen I wore a pair of boxers and Tasha wore one of my T-shirts and nothing else. I held my guitar on my knee.

  “I’m guessing this isn’t a Left Coast business meeting,” Amanda said. She walked to Tasha and gave her a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. I got a big hug and the eye as to what I was wearing.

  “We did have some business to discuss,” I said. “But it wasn’t all Left Coast business.”

  The tiny blush that made my girl adorable flushed up her neck and blossomed in her cheeks. Damn, I would never grow tired of this girl.

  “Seems you two may have come to an agreement as to your relationship?” Amanda said. “I think I’m going to just head on over to Lane and Dillon’s see if Lane doesn’t need some help with the baby’s room.” She pulled her phone from her bag. “Oh, look at that! A text from Lane. She needs me to come stay with her tonight. Something about contractions and Dillon going out of town.” She slid her gaze to me and winked. “Lucky me. I still have my bag packed from Palm Springs. Okay, you crazy kids. Enjoy the house. Enjoy the five days. You,” she pointed at me. “I expect to have at least one meal with before you leave for Tokyo, okay? I know you’re in love, but that doesn’t mean you get to bail on your baby sister.” She turned to Tasha. “And you? I am so happy!” Amanda squealed. She was so excited she was nearly bouncing. “Okay, bye-bye.” And with that my sister was gone … again.

  “We’re a couple,” I said. I clasped Tasha’s hand in mine.

  “We’re a couple.”

  “I leave for Asia in five days.”

  “My company owns a plane that can fly to Asia. I even have an office there.”

  I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. “That’s the way to live.”

  “What can I say? It’s easy glamour. A private plane. A long flight. Whatever will we do?”

  “I guess we’ll figure it out.”

  She smiled. “I guess we will.”

  Chapter 21

  Sophia

  “Sophia, would you get off the damn Instagram?”

  “What? How can I not take pictures of my baby-rock-star brother in love?” I snapped another pic and posted it to all my social media accounts. I’d managed to grow my Twitter account by nearly five hundred thousand in less than ten days. Getting the cover of Cosmopolitan as well as being a Legend set my social media on fire. “I do have to tell you, though, all this lovey-dovey stuff is going to ruin that bad-boy rocker image that you’ve cultivated your entire life.”

  “Fuck the image,” Rhett said. “I’m happy the way I am.”

  “Okay, that is just a little bit too much for me to fathom. You? Happy? The apocalypse must be near.”

  “Very fucking funny. Now will you put the phone away and go sit your ass down? We need to get this thing started.”

  “Right, happy Rhett with the rest of the world, cranky Rhett with me.” I put my phone in my purse, pulled out my compact, checked my lipstick and hair and then exited the backstage area. This little concert, for the thirtieth anniversary of Left Coast records, had all the heavy hitters of Hollywood in attendance. I could definitely handle Rhett’s pissy attitude to be here. Besides, he didn’t really think I was a pain in the ass. How could he? He loved me. Everyone loved me. How could they not?

  I walked down the steps from the stage to the table dedicated to our family. “Excuse me,” I said to the guy in my seat. I plastered my irresistible-you-must-give-me-anything-I-want smile to my face. “But this seat is mine.”

  This guy was all expensive tailoring and Italian shoes, but he was a little old-school, old-money, prep-school uptight for my tastes. He’d probably been fed his baby porridge with a silver spoon.

  “Yours? Are you kidding? I paid a ton of money for this seat. You’re out of your mind.”

  Anger built in my chest. This guy obviously had no idea who I was. How could he not know who I was? The entire world was finally discovering me and my talent. This guy had to be living under a rock for the last six months, because I’d just done the cover of Cosmo and was in talks with French Vogue. Let’s not forget my stints on the runway in Paris, Milan, and New York. “I hate to sound cliché,” I said. “But do you have any idea who I am?”

  “Really? We’re in Hollywood? Who isn’t somebody here?”

  Good point.

  Everyone was someone in Hollywood. Except for this guy. Who the hell was this guy sitting in my seat and refusing to get his ass up? Hot, yes. Arrogant, most definitely. My type? Not even a little bit.

  “No, sir, really, this is my seat. I am Sophia Legend. Daughter of Steve Legend, sister to Amanda, Sterling, and Rhett Legend.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder. “Of course there’s Ellen, too, but she’s just a doctor. No big whoop there. Now, please move. As you can see, this table is reserved for the Legend family. See.” I pointed to the tiny little reserved markers on the table that also had our family name.

  “You’re Sophia? Steve’s daughter?” He flashed me a killer smile. Those teeth were all natural—something you didn’t often see in this town.

  I nodded and smiled. Maybe good-looking-I-should-be-yachting-with-the-Kennedys didn’t live under a rock after all.


  “Never heard of you.” He turned back toward the stage. I stomped my foot. This was entirely unacceptable. Every last bit. I marched toward the event coordinator, Beverly, who was standing at the far end of the room.

  “A very, very rude man has taken my seat.”

  She followed me toward the front of the tent, to where the sound guys were still working.

  “There,” I said and nodded my head toward Mr. Blonde-haired-blue-eyed-Abecrombie-and-Fitch model.

  “That guy? Mr. Warren?”

  “Mr. Rude, is what you should call him. Yes, Mr. Warren, whoever he is. He’s sitting in my spot.”

  She turned to me and her jaw fell open as though perhaps I had been dropped on my head. “I’m sorry, I can’t ask Mr. Warren to move.”

  “What? Why? That is the Legend table and I am a Legend.”

  “I understand that, Miss Legend, honestly I do. But are you aware of who Mr. Warren is?”

  “A big jerk is who he is.”

  “I don’t think so,” Beverly said and nodded. “In fact, I’m thinking most definitely not, due to all his philanthropy.”

  “Philanthropy?”

  “Mr. Warren has donated half of his net worth to charity.”

  “Right, okay, that’s absolutely grand. What? Like a million, maybe five?”

  “Three hundred.”

  “Million?” I cocked an eyebrow. “And that’s half?”

  Beverly nodded.

  I pressed my index finger to my lips. “No worries, then, I think I’ll sit right beside him.”

  The End

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