Part 8 (1/2)

She dragged me out of the bus and into the packed building that was now overflowing with groupies and fans. I felt like I was naked in a room full of people. I let my hair fall over my face to help hide myself as we twisted through the maze of halls and through security.

Damaged was finis.h.i.+ng up the last song of their set, and as I listened to Tucker's smooth voice sing about love, I completely forgot what I was so worried about. Sarah and I sang along. We swayed to the music as Sarah stared at Eric with a far-off look in her eye.

”I see you staring,” I joked as I b.u.mped her with my shoulder. She shot me a playful glare, tucking her hair behind her ear.

”Nothing in the rules about looking.”

The chorus faded out as the crowd grew impossibly loud, begging for an encore. Tucker waved to the crowd and thanked them for coming, and as his eyes fell on me, his words caught in his throat. I could feel the blush crawl over my body from my toes all the way to my cheeks as his lips curled up in a flirtatious grin.

”Maybe one more song. How does that sound?” He spoke into the microphone and everyone went wild. Sarah and I yelled and clapped along with them, getting lost in the moment. Tucker turned to the band and they all nodded before they began to play. It took a moment to recognize the song as it was being played with guitars and a steady tapping of the drum, but when Tucker began to sing, my heart melted.

Visions of the first time Tucker and I had made love flashed in my thoughts, and I could tell by the look in his eye that he was lost in the memory of us together as well.

I had a big dopey grin plastered across my face as he sang the last line in front of thousands of people, but I was the only one he saw. I had never felt so treasured and beautiful as I did when I saw the way Tucker looked at me.

We were a million miles from our turbulent past, and I couldn't wait to be even further into our future. The idea of a family of our own still terrified me, but I had no doubt in my mind that when that time did come, Tucker would be an amazing father. All of my worries and fears of coming on this tour washed away.

As he stepped down from the stage, he hesitated, his eyes taking in the tiny black dress. His fingers slid over my hip, and he squeezed gently.

”You look incredible.” His tongue rolled over his lips and warmth spread from my belly as his eyes darkened.

”You signing, Tuck?” Terry called from behind us, and Tucker let his forehead fall against mine as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

”Don't you go anywhere,” he said as he took a step back and made his way to his fans.

GOOD GUYS FINISH last.” Terry laughed, hitting Eric on the chest. ”Ain't that right, Ca.s.s?”

”Um . . . I don't know.” I shrugged.

”Don't be such a f.u.c.king pervert,” Sarah scolded him before her gaze landed on Eric. ”They do if they want to hit it again.” She winked, and he grinned wickedly back at her as Tucker slid between them. His hand gripped the side of my neck, and he pulled my lips against his in a sensual kiss. My knees went weak and his other hand looped around my lower back and he held me against him as his tongue slid across my lower lip.

”How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when you wear things like this?” He c.o.c.ked his head to the side as his eyes danced over my barely concealed body.

”It was Sarah's idea.” I tucked a curl behind my ear.

”Smart girl.”

Sarah patted Tucker on the back as she and the guys walked by us to head backstage. His hand slid lower onto my b.u.t.t, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

”You're going to miss your party.” I looped my arms around his neck, desperate to be closer.

”f.u.c.k the party.”

I pushed my lips against his, letting my fingers tangle in his dark messy hair. He groaned against my mouth, and I could feel how badly he wanted me as he pushed his hips against mine.

”If she won't f.u.c.k you, I will, Tucker,” a crazy fan screamed from the other side of the guardrail, effectively ruining our romantic moment.

”I'm sorry,” he whispered in my ear with his cheek pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, inhaling coconut and soap before taking a step back. I hated not being able to hug and kiss my boyfriend in public. It was definitely something that would take some getting used to.

Tucker gave me an apologetic look as he took my hand, lacing our fingers together and pulling me toward the door to backstage.

The party was in full swing, and bodies spilled into every hall. Tucker placed his arm over my shoulder and kept me tucked into his side as we navigated our way to the main room. It didn't take long to locate the band. Chris was standing on a chair and yelling out dirty jokes to anyone who would listen, which, unsurprisingly, was a lot of girls in skimpy clothes. I suspected that he could recite the dictionary and they would still be in awe.

My self-consciousness flew out the window as I watched a woman bouncing topless on the shoulders of Derek from Filth. My heart sank, and I hoped that Sarah was not anywhere near him.

”What's wrong?”

I realized I was squeezing Tucker's hand and relaxed my grip.

”Just worried about Sarah.”

Tucker nodded, running his hand over his hair from back to front.

”What is it?” I asked, angling toward him so I could read his face.

”Nothing.”

”What?”

Tucker sighed and took a step back from me, his eyes going to the drop ceiling before landing back on me.

”She's an awesome chick, and I am glad you have found a friend.”

”But?” I took a step closer to him.

”She's had it rough, and she can get kind of . . . intense.”

I laughed and I saw his face change from concerned to downright confused.

”She's had it rough?” I asked, making sure I had heard him correctly.

”Look, I know you didn't have it easy either, and you turned out just fine. More than fine. But not everyone handles stress and heartache the way you do. I'm not saying she is a bad person. She's a cool chick.”

I c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at his choice of words and he rolled his eyes.

”You know what I mean. She's a nice person. Just be careful. She tends to push people away.”

”I'll be careful.” I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his cheek. ”Thanks for looking out for me.”

”That's my job.” Tucker looped his arm around my neck and pulled my head to his as we continued to navigate through the crowd.

”I don't need anyone to take care of me,” I reminded him as my eyes fell on Sarah and Eric.

”Yeah, I know. You have told me that before,” he joked as he followed my gaze, and the smile slipped from his face.

”You have a problem with those two getting together?”

His arm flexed behind my neck and I knew the answer to my question.

”Those two are a ticking f.u.c.king time bomb, sweetheart. Don't say I didn't warn you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he nodded to Eric who returned the gesture. ”Let's go watch the train wreck.”