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By:Rachel Van Dyken


I felt like I couldn’t speak.

So, when Andrew said, “Maybe.”

And both Ty and Trevor’s eyes lit up.

I knew.

It was time.

I grabbed Ang’s hand and nodded. “I’ll make some calls.”

“Oh, one more thing…” Zane grinned. “I want extra marshmallows added to my contract.”

“You’re a freak.” I laughed.

“But I bring in the zillions, man, come on.” Zane started taking off his pants.

Thankfully, Fallon was there to deter him with her mouth.

They started kissing.

“Families tour with us.” I swallowed, locking eyes with all the guys. “None of this groupie bullshit.”

Ty groaned.

“Unless you’re single.

He perked back up.

Ang laid her head on my shoulder and sighed.

“What do you say?” I whispered, “Come on tour with me… again?”

“Hmmm.” She grinned up at me, “On one condition.”

“Anything.”

“You sure about that?”





IT WAS MIDNIGHT by the time we made it back home. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed and just… exist.

And then Will started taking my clothes off, and I forgot all about existing on my own, and began to think about licking my way down his body instead, or up, I wasn’t picky.

“Mmm.” I groaned when his lips slid down my neck. “That feels nice.”

“You feel nice,” he murmured stealing another kiss. “I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

I couldn’t help the sleepy smile that spread across my face at his words. Or the desire to press my palm against his chest. And when he gripped my fingers like a lifeline, unbridled passion flickered across his handsome features as the lean muscles of his stomach seemed to ripple in the moonlight. I couldn’t resist the feeling of power it gave me to know… that expression was for me.

He leaned down and mapped my body with his tongue, I whined when he stopped and lifted his gaze to mine, a wicked smile teased his lips.

“More,” I pleaded.

“Thought you were tired.” He started to pull away.

I hooked my legs around his waist forcing him closer. “Never too tired for your kiss.”

My legs tangled with his as he picked me up with one fell swoop and walked me out to the balcony.

I tried to hide my disappointment when he grabbed a blanket and then sat me on his lap.

Both of us still naked.

And I could feel his arousal pressed against me, I just wanted more, more of him, more of the moment.

A perfect ending to the day.

“You made me hate the stars,” Will whispered. “They reminded me of your eyes… so clear, so pretty.” He shuddered beneath me. “So I hated them, because I hated you.”

I stiffened.

“Hate. Such a strong word. A word I think you can only truly understand and use when you’ve loved like we have… and lost. Hate happens when there’s loss.”

I turned in his lap, my legs dangling off the side of the chair. “What do you think about the stars now?”

Will tucked my hair behind my ear and said in a husky voice, “I think they pale in comparison — to the real thing.”

“You gonna kiss me again, Will Sutherland?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Nope. I had something else in mind.”

I hauled in a breath and tensed.

He explored my breasts, as he moved me, and nudged my knees apart. He invaded me. Filled me. My body gave way to his maddening movements. Waves of pleasure crashed, they pulsed.

I greedily took them all in.

Every sensation. Every feel of his muscled body as he focused on me and only me.

I wrestled with the need to touch him, as tremors built, causing me to gasp and grip his hands.

His voice quivered as he kissed down my back reverently, then rested his cheek against my skin. “Marry me.”

Tears filled my eyes.

And when they spilled over.

I realized.

I didn’t need him to kiss them way. To catch them.

Because I knew who I was.

Whose I was.

His.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes.”

Hours later, I was almost asleep in his arms when he whispered, “What was the condition?”

“That we move in together.” I yawned. “But this…” I scooted closer as he wrapped his arm tighter around my body. “So much better.”

“Sleep.”

“Okay…”

He relaxed.

“Will?”

“What?”

“We should have a no door rule…”

He tensed. “Why?”

“So we remember.”

“Remember?”

“How it started — that no matter what it started rocky, it may get rocky, but it’s good… so good.”