The guys go out, and after several minutes, one of the security team escorts Bliss to our door.
“What a zoo out there!” she says before giving me a hug.
“Is this what things are like for you every day?” my mom asks me.
“It’s mostly quiet at the house where we’re staying.” As I say this, I realize that in the rockstar life,quietmeans the security team is always present, other musicians and crew come and go, along with assistants and managers. We’re only truly alone in the bedroom at night.
“Well worth the trouble to be with those men,” Bliss says.
We visit for a while, along with the men when they eventually come back inside. All too soon, it’s time for us to head back to Las Vegas. As the men load up, my Mom pulls me into a tight hug. “Thanks for coming. It was nice to meet them, and it’s good to see that you’re happy; but if that ever changes, it’s okay to do whatever you need to do.”
I nod, surprised by the edge of pessimism in her goodbye. That’s not my mom’s usual outlook, but I understand her concerns, when the life I’m now living is all so new and unexpected.
It was wonderful to see her and my sister, but as we fly back to Vegas, I realize that wherever my men are is starting to feel like home.
BRON
The house we’re staying at to record the album is fine, but I’m filled with a yearning for home when we return to it.
It was great meeting Hazel’s family and seeing where she came from. Our mom would like hers, and she’d love Hazel. Maybe we can arrange our own visit home on our next break.
As soon as we’re inside the door, I drop the bag I’m carrying and scoop Hazel into my arms. I spin her around, then dip her low and give her a kiss.
She squeals as she hangs on tight. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you?”
I lay a line of kisses up the side of her neck. “It was torture sleeping on the couch last night.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Was it uncomfortable?”
“It was perfectly comfortable. The torture was knowing what you and Conal were doing in your bedroom.”
Her sympathetic expression immediately shifts to worried concern. “Could you hear us?”
“No, but I knew what must be going on in there.”
“The bed was really small,” Hazel says, as if that should make me feel better.
Rafe nudges my back. “We need to get to work, and before you get carried away, let me remind you that Hazel will be spending tonight with me.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you sure about that? I didn’t realize we had a signup sheet.”
Rafe starts to defend his position, but Hazel interrupts him. “How about …we all spend the night together again? If you want to.”
“If we want to?” I spin her again, loving the way she laughs. “Are you kidding? We want to.”
When I set her down, Rafe steps in to kiss her. “We want to right now.”
“We definitely do, but the crew is waiting on us,” Conal says, taking his turn, kissing her longingly before he herds us down the hall.
The afternoon passes with the speed of a glacier. Hazel makes pasta for dinner, and the three of us eat it much faster than we should.
We send her up to the bedroom, promising we’ll be there very soon, and we wrap things up with the crew, telling them we’ll make up for lost time tomorrow.
Of course, Hazel’s been on my mind all day, as she usually is, but I never could have imagined what we’d find when we finally get upstairs.
Our sweet little innocent Hazel is dressed in sinfully sexy black. She’s not wearing much, but what she is wearing is jaw-dropping perfection.
There’s a bra held up by the thinnest of straps, and her breasts are on the verge of spilling over the top. A tiny scrap of lace covers her pussy, but it’s the garter belt that launches her into sex kitten category. Straps from the belt connect to fishnet stockings, which lead down to dangerously-tall black heels.
