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  “Go right in,” she says. “She isn’t with a client. I love your new track ‘Obsessed’ by the way.”

  “Thank you,” I tell her. “I wrote it about Tenielle.”

  I leave her with her mouth gaping and walk towards Tenielle’s office door. I’ve only been here twice before, but her office is easily located. I knock twice then open the door, to find her sitting there with a laptop in front of her, a happy smile on her face.

  “I didn’t know you were coming to see me today,” she says, standing up and giving me a quick kiss. She’s wearing a white shirt with a fitted black skirt and looks fucking edible.

  Like a naughty librarian.

  Thoughts surface.

  “I wanted to surprise you, thought maybe I could take you out for lunch.”

  She glances at her watch and bobs her head. “I could take an hour lunch.”

  “Good. Now let’s leave this room before I lift your skirt and bend you over the table like I want to,” I murmur, glancing out the door.

  I’m surprised when she walks over to the door and locks it, then turns to me with a mischievous look on her face. She then lifts up her skirt, showing off her lacy black panties.

  “You have fifteen minutes,” she purrs.

  I stare at the door. “What if someone comes in?”

  My voice is low and husky—fuck I want her.

  “Live a little,” she smirks, undoing the top few buttons of her shirt, exposing her black bra. She pulls the cups down, and my gaze is locked onto her large brown nipples.

  My mouth waters.

  Storming to her, I lift her up and kiss her mouth simultaneously. Walking with her to her desk, I sit her down on the edge, my hands wandering up her skirt, feeling her thighs. I slip a finger inside her panties, finding her slick with wet heat. I make a deep sound in my throat, pleased to find that she wants me as much as I want her. I gently push her back so she’s lying back on the table, get down on my knees and lower her panties. When they are around her knees, I lean forward and spread her thighs. Glancing at her passion-filled faced, I then lower my head and taste her, loving her fresh clean scent that invades my senses. She moans a little too loudly for the setting, so I soon pull back and undo my jeans, pulling out my straining cock and gently pushing it inside her. She moans again so I kiss her to keep her quiet as I thrust into her, making sure to rub against her clit with each movement. A few more thrusts then I pull out and lift her so she’s standing in front of me. I then spin her around and bend her over the desk.

  Never say I don’t keep my word.

  She sticks her ass out, her chest pressed against the table. I take a moment to enjoy the view before I slide home, the table shaking a little with the force. Knowing we don’t have much time, I reach down and find her sweet spot, bringing her closer to orgasm with every thrust. When I feel her coming around me, I let go and join her in ecstasy.

  Fuck.

  So. Fucking. Good.

  “I love you,” I grit out. “So fucking much.”

  “I love you too,” she replies in a hoarse voice, and my body stills.

  This is the first time she’s said it.

  Sliding out of her, I help her up and turn her to face me. “You do?”

  I knew she did, but I never expected her to admit it to me so soon.

  “Yeah.” She smiles, and it reaches her eyes. “I do.”

  I help her dress, feeling dazed, like I was on cloud nine.

  I fix myself up then plop down on her chair and pull her onto my lap. “Come with me.”

  “I just did,” she replies with a little grin.

  My lip twitches. “I don’t want to live half a fucking year without you. Maybe I could cancel?”

  But I didn’t want to let the rest of the band down. I couldn’t do that.

  “You can’t do that,” she says, sighing. She runs her fingers through my hair. “My boss said he can give me six weeks off and that’s it.”

  “Better than nothing.” I suppose.

  “Are you sure we can do this?” she asks, vulnerability coming through in her tone.

  “I think we can do anything,” I tell her earnestly. “I want this to work with us. There is only you for me Tee, and I mean that. I don’t want anyone else, and I never will.”

  She leans forward and kisses me slowly. “Okay, let’s try and make this work then.”

  I feel relief that she isn’t going to run. Thank Fuck. I don’t know what I would do if she decided she didn’t want this anymore, that it wasn’t worth the effort. “When can you come?”

  “Probably a month after you leave, I’ll join you then,” she says. “Are we still going to get lunch?”

  I grin. “Yeah, come on. I can’t leave without feeding you.”

  “I fed you,” she murmurs, causing me to laugh and lick my lips.

  “My life is going to be boring without you in it,” I grumble. “Who is going to tell me dirty jokes?”

  “Boring? You’re touring the world, and you’re famous. You don’t get to complain,” she replies, shaking her head at me in amusement.

  “If I had you by my side babe, I would never complain,” I tell her, kissing her on her nose.

  She makes a whipping sound.

  I smack her ass.

  Then we go and eat with what little time we have left of her lunch break.

  *****

  My parents passed away when I was fairly young, so it was just Kidd and me growing up. They left us their house, which Kidd still lives in to this day. He has the money to move, but I think it’s more sentimental to him. All our parents’ belongings are still in this house, and it’s where we used to practise when we had just formed our band. The place holds good memories—for all of us. I haven’t been by to visit Kidd in a while, so I decide to drop by unexpectedly after my amazing lunch date with Tee. That woman has a wild side about her that I can’t seem to get enough of.

  I pull out my old house key that I haven’t used in ages and open the door. I can hear the TV on in the lounge room, so I head that way.

  “Kidd! Do you want to…” I stop talking and come to a standstill when I see my brother, naked, sitting on the couch.

  That’s not the problem. The problem is he isn’t alone.

  Another naked body sits next to him—looks of shock and surprise on both their faces. Maybe even a little fear.

  I look at the man sitting next to my brother, my own shock written on my face. My brother is gay?

  I blink twice slowly, not sure what to say over this plot twist.

  Kidd clears his throat. “Ummm.”

  I can’t help it. I start laughing at the awkwardness of the situation. I couldn’t care less who my brother sleeps with, so I wasn’t sure why he was keeping this a secret.

  “Is this why you’ve been acting weird lately?”

  He sighs. “The label didn’t want me to come out.”

  My amusement fades. “Why the fuck not?”

  Better yet, how did the label know before I did?

  He shrugs and looks at his partner, or whoever the other man was. “They want the screaming fans I guess, I don’t know. And they found out because a picture of me surfaced but they somehow contained it.”

  “So we’ll find new management then. You shouldn’t have to hide who you are. That’s not who we are— you should be proud.”

  Kidd groans. “Tee has turned you into a fucking sap.”

  “I wanted to see if you wanted to head to the gym with me, but I can see that you’re busy. And clearly you’ve already exercised,” I smirk.

  Shit Tee must really be rubbing off on me.

  I sigh—too many good jokes for that one.

  “I’ll see you later bro,” I say.

  I turn to leave but Kidd calls my name.

  “Yeah?”

  “Thanks,” he says, flashing me a small smile.

  “For what?”

  He shrugs. “Just… thanks.”

  “If you want to thank me you could tell your
boyfriend to cover up his junk right now,” I reply.

  Kidd laughs. “His name is Darren.”

  I smile at Darren and say hello.

  Then I head home with a smile on my face.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tenielle

  “Holy fuck you scared me!” I call out as Layla’s intense husband Chase walks into the house.

  His eyes widen. “What are you doing in my kitchen?”

  “Layla said I can move in here for a few weeks,” I lie—just to annoy him.

  The look on his face is priceless. “What’s wrong with your place?”

  “It has rats,” I lie once more with a straight face.

  “I’ll pay for an exterminator. Hell I’ll buy you a new fucking house but you’re not staying here,” he growls.

  He’s a charmer isn’t he?

  “How much money are we talking for this new house?” I ask, genuinely interested now.

  He opens his mouth but then closes it. “Hey wait a minute, your new boyfriend is even richer than me. I’m sure he could sort you out.”

  “I know,” I reply, nodding sagely. “But those rats scared me, and I really need to be with my sister right now. Maybe she will let me sleep in her bed with her?”

  His eyes narrow on me. “You want something don’t you?”

  I grin. “Layla’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to buy her a puppy. She’s always wanted a husky ever since we were kids. So... I thought I’d do the responsible thing and ask you first, since you’re like her damn bodyguard.”

  He thinks it over.

  “Come on Cole would love to have a pet too,” I coax.

  He groans. “They would both love it, so fine.”

  “Awesome,” I say through a smug grin.

  Layla walks in with the dress of hers that I wanted to borrow. “I finally found it, here.”

  I take it off her and sigh. “It’s so fucking pretty.”

  “Is this one of those things where you borrow something and never return it?” she asks good-naturedly.

  I nod my head. “Yep.”

  “I thought so. So how’s things with Saxon. He’s seriously good looking,” Layla says.

  We both ignore Chase’s growl.

  “Good actually,” I say vaguely. “I think he may be my Chase. But hotter. And richer. With nipple rings and a bigger p…”

  “Layla control your sister!” Chase calls out as he leaves the room.

  She slaps me on the arm. “You scare him you know.”

  I cup her cheeks in my palms. “He’s a smart man. Do you want to go shopping?”

  “Yeah! Mum has Cole until this evening so I’m free.”

  Sometimes there’s nothing better than a day out shopping with your sister.

  *****

  Returning home with my hands full of bags, my eyes widen when I see Saxon sitting by my door, waiting for me.

  “How long have you been waiting?” I ask, feeling bad.

  His eyes light up as they land on me. “Ten minutes.”

  He kisses me and takes the bags out of my hands. “What the hell did you buy?”

  I pull out my key and unlock the door. “Everything.”

  “I can see that,” he says as he walks inside and puts my bags on the kitchen table. I sigh and open my kitchen drawer, pulling out my spare key.

  “Here,” I say a little shyly, placing the key in his hand. “No more waiting for me. I should have given you one earlier.”

  Especially since he gave me one to his. I thought it was kind of rushing things, but we’re at this point now, and I need to stop second guessing the permanence of this relationship.

  “Thanks,” he says softly, sitting down on the kitchen barstool and pulling me onto his lap. “I missed you today.”

  I wiggle on his lap. “What did you get up to?”

  “Recorded another song,” he replies. “We have another interview tomorrow. I can just imagine the questions they’re going to ask about you.”

  “What are you going to say?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “I’ll tell the truth. That’s what Ryder did and now they leave him alone—apart from asking how Lexi is.”

  “And what is the truth?” I ask him, peppering kisses down his jawline.

  His breath hitches. “The truth is that I’m in love with an amazing woman.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I whisper, my lips curving into a smile. “What are we doing tonight?”

  “How do you feel about going camping? I thought we could go for a night or two, just you and me.”

  Best. Idea. Ever.

  “I fucking love camping!” I announce, feeling excited.

  He pushes my hair back behind my ear and grins. “I know, I remember you told me that. I have a tent and sleeping bags. What else do we need?”

  “I’ll organize everything else,” I say, mentally making a list.

  I love planning and organizing shit.

  I kiss him once then jump off his lap and grab my overnight bag from my bedroom.

  “What are you doing?” he asks as he follows me into the room.

  I look up at him. “Packing.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “You really do love camping don’t you? I should have offered to take you earlier.”

  “Yes you should have,” I smirk. “It might have sweetened me up a little.”

  He comes up behind me, his fingers digging into my hips. “You were worth the chase.”

  “I know.” I look into his brown eyes. “Can we stop for jam donuts on the way?”

  “Anything you want babe,” he replies, spinning me around and kissing me, dipping my body backwards. His tongue delves into my mouth, making my head spin. This man makes me feel… everything.

  He amplifies my every emotion.

  It’s like he was made for me.

  How fucking cheesy is that? But it’s the only way I can explain it.

  The kiss turns heated, and he pushes me back onto the bed.

  “Sex then camping?” I pant as his mouth leaves my lips to pay attention to other areas.

  “Yes,” he grits out. “I can’t get enough of you. Will wanting you ever stop?”

  “I fucking hope not,” I reply, pulling off his shirt. I lick his nipple ring, unable to stop myself. He undresses me quickly, ripping my panties on the way.

  “I liked those panties!”

  “I’ll buy you more.”

  We make love, and then we pack to go camping.

  Life is good.

  Chapter Twenty

  Tenielle

  We spend two days alone—camping in the woods. Nothing exists except the two of us.

  Nothing.

  And it’s perfect.

  As we get ready for bed on the first night, Saxon lies me down on the sleeping bag and starts to undress me. As he pulls my pants off, I sigh.

  “What?” he asks¸ his voice deep.

  “It really annoys me when you do that.”

  “When I do what?” he asks, staring down at me.

  “When you take off my panties with my pants,” I say. “It should go top, then pants, the bra then panties. In that order.”

  He looks down at where he’s pulled off my pants and panties together.

  “Why?” he asks, drawing the word out.

  “Because, I don’t know. You’re supposed to admire me in my bra and panties I guess,” I say. I don’t really know why to be completely honest.

  “Babe, sometimes I just want inside you. I really don’t think about all those things,” he says, his lip twitching in amusement.

  “Yes sometimes it’s all about how fast you can get naked, but other times it’s nice to savour.”

  He leans over me and kisses me briefly. “I’ll savour you all night long.”

  He pulls my pants back up, then starts with my top.

  Slowly, so slowly he seduces me, until it’s me begging him to go faster.

  That will teach me to open my big mouth.r />
  *****

  “Good morning,” he whispers to me, lifting his head.

  “Morning,” I reply, laughing at the twigs sticking out from his hair. “Rough night?”

  He smirks at me and tickles my ribs playfully. “Someone kept me up last night.”

  I look around. “Who? Because I slept like a baby.”

  He laughs. “Come on, let’s make some breakfast.”

  I get up and open the zipper on the tent, then walk out and take in my surroundings. “Nothing like fresh air.”

  Needing to pee, I grab some toilet paper and walk behind a large tree. I pull my pants and panties down and am about to go when Saxon walks up to me.

  I scream.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I screech, trying to pull my pants up.

  Saxon laughs, clutching his stomach. “I was worried, I didn’t see where you went.”

  I stand up, toilet paper in hand. “This here is a boundary you cannot cross my friend.”

  He laughs harder.

  I scowl deeper.

  I wave the toilet roll in the air and point back to the tent. “I’m serious, and I really need to pee!”

  “Okay, okay,” he says, raising his hands in the air.

  His laughter follows him back to the tent.

  I finish my business, clean up, and then we start cooking breakfast on the portable stove we brought with us.

  We then take a swim in the river, playfully splashing about and kissing in the water.

  All good things must come to an end and soon we’re driving back into Perth from down south.

  “Did you have fun?” Tee asks me, tilting her head to the side. “I particularly liked the skinny dipping in the river.”

  I liked that too.

  “Do you even have to ask?” I say with an easy grin. “You looked fucking beautiful in that water.”

  Like a mermaid. Or a siren.

  Or just the most beautiful woman in the world.

  She laughs. “I did show you a good time, didn’t I?”

  “Always,” I reply, my lip twitching at her remark. She really is a joy to be around—she’s always laughing or joking. Even when she gets mad, it’s cute as hell. She’s smart, witty with her comebacks, and always has something interesting to say. You never know what will come out of her mouth next.