“You hit three parked cars, blew through every red light possible, and ended up going the wrong way on a one-way street, asshole,” the second cop yelled.
Nash looked at me and grinned. “Worth it, babe.”
“Come on, rock star,” the second cop said.
“Wait,” I yelled. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, we do,” the first cop said. “Even if it is Nash.”
He cuffed Nash’s hands behind his back.
“I’ll call Toby,” I said to Nash.
“He knows what I did,” Nash said. “He’ll be here soon. Or the jail. I’ll worry about that later. I love you, Liv. I fucking love you. You leave and I’m going with you.”
“I love you too,” I yelled to him as a smile crept across my face.
The cops walked him away.
His hands in cuffs.
I then ran forward and grabbed Nash and turned him around.
“Step away, ma’am,” the second cop said in a deep voice.
I grabbed Nash by the face and jumped up to kiss him again.
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry… or punch him in the face.
No moment for us could ever be normal, could it?
And this was going to be the rest of our lives together…
“Hey, babe,” Nash whispered.
“What?”
He grinned and winked. “I’m going to need you to somehow spin this story into something good.”
19
NASH
“You know, I could get spoiled here, Nash.”
A fancy hotel in the heart of the city and Liv stood on the balcony wearing a hoodie. The coffee in her hand cost more than the damn hoodie. But that’s how she was. And goddamn did it drive me crazy.
I walked to the open door and put my hands above my head and stretched.
“You know, we’re on the other side of the country, Nash,” she said.
“And your point, babe?” I asked.
“These hotels and buildings are very close. You’re giving everyone a show.”
I looked down at my dick and shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing for me to hide.”
“That’s what you want? Naked pictures of yourself to pop up on social media?”
I folded my arms and spread my legs a little. Just so if anyone dared to snap a pic, they’d see the definition of all three of my legs.
“And what would you write about it?” I asked.
“I don’t do that anymore. Remember? I’m not affiliated with the band.”
“Ah, that’s right,” I said. “You get yourself an agent and you walk away from the music business. Too bad.”
“I’m not complaining,” Liv said as she wiggled her eyebrows at my dick.
“Why don’t you put that coffee down and come try something a little stronger than caffeine?”
“Please, Nash, don’t turn into that guy.”
“What guy?” I asked.
“The one who claims that swallowing cum is healthy. Or gives you good skin. Or is better than coffee.”
“Only one way to find out, babe. I’m all for experimenting.”
“Rock star to scientist, huh?”
“Hey, it’s for the good of mankind.”
Liv laughed. “Wow. That’s almost desperate.”
“Almost?”
Liv put the coffee down and stood up. “Almost…”
She grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and took it off as she walked into the hotel room.
There was nothing under the hoodie.
Except a pair of panties.
I gritted my teeth and shook my head.
Before her hand could grab me, I dropped to one knee before her.
I took her hand and said, “We need to talk.”
“Nash…”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, Liv. I’ll fly a million miles a week to see you. To be with you. We can chase each other across the world. You know that, right?”
She slowly nodded. “I know. I’m only here for a week.”
“And we’re playing a few small gigs to announce our new contract. Which is fine.”
“Okay…”
“I’m going to pay out the ass for taking that SUV.”
“I thought you said you got out of it.”
“For the most part,” I said. “I mean, your story was perfect. A bee had gotten in the SUV. And I’m allergic to bees. Where does that come from?”
“I guess I’m just good at my job, Nash. Maybe you should have paid me. I would have stuck around with the band.”
“Nah, babe, you’re all for me. Which is why… I’m on one knee. I wanted to just say…”
I took her left hand and grinned. Then I curled my lip and tossed her hand away. I grabbed her panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I tore her panties like a bag of chips.
Left side.
Then the right side.
“You’re not wearing these anymore,” I said.
“I can see that. They’re ripped.”
“No, babe, you’re not wearing panties ever again. New rule.”
“New rule?”
I moved forward and kissed her soft and forbidden skin.
She let out a gasp. “Okay… fine… new rule…”
I flicked my tongue between her legs, tasting my own morning dew.
“Shit, Nash…”
She grabbed my hair.
I slipped my hands up the back of her legs and slowly turned her and pushed her toward the bed. Without hesitation she put her feet on the bed and opened her legs, giving me the rest of my breakfast.
As I dipped my tongue down to her sweetness, she pulled at my hair again.
“Goddamn you, Nash,” she cried out.
“I know, babe,” I said, talking to her other lips. “I’m the worst.”
I teased her clit into submission, feeling her nails digging at my head as she came faster than I ever saw her do before.
I kissed up her perfect body, telling myself that the only thing that mattered in my life was kissing every inch of Liv’s body. And when I was done, I’d go back and do it again. And again. And again.
She reached between my legs and pulled my full thickness to her.
With one hard thrust, I was inside her.
I put my lips to her ear. “Good fucking morning, babe.”
“Shut up, Nash. Just shut up and fuck me.”
There was no need to complain about that demand.
“OhmygodIfuckingloveyou!” the voice squealed in my ear.
I stood next to the sound equipment, drinking whiskey like it was water. The crowd was still cheering, chanting for Filthy Line.
The smaller shows were sometimes my favorites.
The rest of the guys walked off stage and went to the back of the club.
I stood there with a woman in a skimpy tank top, tits jumping at me like two kangaroos in a race.
No shame in staring, right?
“I swear I love you,” she yelled.
“What’s your name, babe?” I asked.
“Steph,” she said.
“How’d you get back here?”
“I have my ways,” she said.