Page 29 of Laying it Bare Backstage

“You’re not making excuses; your nerves have to be completely on edge. I know mine are. Hopefully, they can find the person who stole the car which will be a good starting point since really only one thing points at you being a target. The other things could be interpreted as being random. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to add to your stress by talking about it.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I touched my forehead to his. “No. It’s okay. We can’t ignore it, otherwise I would. But on a happier topic. No, I’m not ready for the proposal. However, it doesn’t mean I don’t think about stuff like that with you.” While I was waiting at the hospital for him to pick me up, my mind whirled about all sorts of things dealing with our relationship. It was more pleasant than thinking about the condition of my car and the shit transpiring around me lately.

He shot me a boyish grin. “I was hoping I was reading you right. Today, when you called for me to come and get you, you said you wanted to go home. Not come to my place. You called my place home. And I’m not going to lie, I loved that.”

“Being with you, at your house, just feels natural. And even though the word did just kinda slip out; your place does feel like home to me.” Bringing my mouth closer to his, I slid my lips along his.

With his hands still on my face, he tilted my head and didn’t hesitate to lick his tongue along my lips and then press in to tangle it with my own. My mouth opened to his invasion without a second thought. His tongue wrapped around mine before he sucked it into his mouth. While he devoured my mouth, the hint of peanut butter from his ice cream lingered on his tongue and I was sure he tasted my mint chocolate. His kiss sent shivers of excitement to my core and made my pussy tingle. And with the ocean waves as an enchanting back drop; this would have been a perfect place to make love.Even if a small part of me would be nervous about being caught. Although I didn’t need to concern myself with that issue today. Damn concussion. But I knew I had to take it easy, at least for tonight. But hopefully tomorrow or at the latest the next day, we could resume our erotic activities.

He released a growl as he broke our kiss. “I promise I will not push things too far tonight. But I will be sure to make things up to you when we can.”

“This wasn’t your fault, but I don’t mind you wanting to make things up to me. We both would reap the extraordinary benefits of that.” I shot him a flirty smile. And then figured this was the perfect time to talk about our future since he had brought it up earlier. “What happens with us when you go back on tour? I’m okay with a long distance relationship. I trust you. But do you think with our relationship being so new, it will survive it?”

His hands snaked around to the back of my head and he gently massaged my scalp.

The action pulling a quiet moan from me.

Then his face split into a huge ass grin. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking too. I was hoping because you do most of your job online that you would be able to go on tour with me. That even your weekly meetings could be done remotely while we’re gone. Now of course when we have kids, that won’t work. But my plans are to tour for maybe another five years or less and then start producing. That way I can be here for my family. And I can still write and play songs just not on this grand of a scale. And if you would want to and if an artist would need a logo for their album or something, you could help him or her design one.”

My hand drifted to my stomach. I could imagine having Teak’s babies. The thought sent a thrill through me as tears burned the backs of my eyes. Even surrounded by so much uncertainty, he managed to bring me so much joy. “You want to have babies with me? And you would want me to help you with your clients?”Why was I questioning every statement he was making? I was going to blame the head injury.

“I want you to be my wife first and then, yes. When we are ready for them.” He placed his hand on top of mine. “Well, what do you think? Do you think that’s a doable plan?”

“I think that’s a perfect plan. When I just concentrate on us, not everything else that’s going on, this doesn’t feel overwhelming. It just feels right.”

“That’s why I’m content with the way things are, for now. We’ll move forward when the time is right. But I will need to see some of your work before I can commit to having you represent the artistic side for my clients.”

Grinning from ear to ear, I smacked his chest. “I’ll draft something up over the next couple of days for you.”

“For me to see and review or something I can possibly use?” His eyes twinkled with his teasing.

“I’ll create a logo for you. You can use it or just hang the paper on the refrigerator.” My grin grew even more playful. “Like a little kid’s artwork.”

“You’re too cute for your own good.” He kissed my forehead. “I love you. And I might get accused of nepotism, but I’ll give you the job no matter how awful your art work.”

“You are so terrible. But that’s okay. I know my work is fantastic, so no one will accuse you of that.”

“I’m sure it will blow my mind. Because I was curious about more about you; I looked up the online store you create graphics for and they were outstanding. I figured you heard me sing and play guitar; I should get to check out your artwork. And you are incredibly talented. Ascher had said you were a great art student in high school. I can only imagine how much you’ve improved and enhanced your skills over the years. Do you ever do any sketching or do you strictly work with a computer program?”

“I prefer pencil and paper or a paint brush and a canvas. I learned how to use the programs so I could market myself to get a job. I’m actually going to enjoy making your logo, getting to do it old school.”

Shifting me on his lap, he wound his arms around my waist and snuggled me to his chest. We sat like that for a while, gazing out at the waves slowly frothing up the blue. Then before it got too dark, we walked back to the car, brushing off our shorts and legs to remove most of the sand.

“We’re going to make a mess of your seats.” I complained as I hopped in the passenger side.

“It won’t be the first time. I’ll vacuum them tomorrow. That usually takes care of a bulk of the mess. And then it’s just the usual; living by the beach you are never completely sand free.” He shot me a bright smile before turning on the car.

The drive home wasn’t as long as our scenic trip to the beach. And I was glad. I was feeling the effects of my accident. Muscles ached, my head was starting to throb, and I was really wiped out.

When we got home, he offered for me to shower first.

“While you get done, do you want me to make you anything to snack on before bed?”

“No. If it’s okay with you; I only want to go to bed.” It was only ten o’clock, but it would be a little bit before we were actually ready so I didn’t feel too bad about the early hour.

“Hmm, getting to hold you in bed longer. Do I like that idea?” His lips curled into an infectious smile. “I’m not sure I understand the question.”

“Well, I didn’t think rock stars usually went to bed before at least one in the morning.” I gave him my own playful smile.

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