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“Yeah.” I kiss her jaw. “Always.” I kiss her cheek. “Forever.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “And even after that.”
“That’s good. Otherwise this next bit would be real embarrassing for me.”
I inch back, my gaze slanting. “What next bit?”
A mischievous grin sits on her lips.
“You’ll see.” She pecks my cheek, then pushes me back with a gentle press to my chest. “Now go be a rock star, dude. I’ll see you after the encore.”
I tip my chin to Dean, who nods back and strolls over, pressing his back to the metal frame. While most of our fans are chill, there’s no way I’m having my girl standing in the crowd without some security after I just publicly claimed her. You can never be too careful in this life.
Saint gives me a high-five when I jump back on the stage before I wrap my hand around the microphone stand. He’s waiting for my nod to play the opening notes. But he can wait a second longer.
There’s something I’ve gotta do first.
“Hey, Rixie Moore.” My voice bellows through the mic.
The crowd goes wild, but I don’t look away from her.
The woman of my fucking dreams.
“You are my muse, my melody, and everything in between.”
She stares up at me.
“I fucking love you.”
I see her sharp inhale, her slow exhale, and the way her fingers tremble around the barrier. She presses a hand to her lips and blows me a kiss, before mouthing.I love you.
A beat passes, adrenaline sweeping over my bones and coursing through my bloodstream.
I draw in a breath and nod.
Saint brings his arm down. Carter hits the snare. Axel thumbs the bass.
The crowd surges. The stadium vibrates, and everything dims around me as I tighten my grip on the microphone stand.
Blood rushes through my ears, and I drop my head back, music flowing out of my mouth as we bring in a new era. A new sound for Reckless Abandon. A new legacy to build. A new life to live.
And all of it with Hendrix Moore right by my side.
“Where are we going?”
Hendrix ignores me as she drags me down the Vegas Strip.
An unopened bottle of tequila dangles from her fingertips, the joint Saint tossed her after the show tucked behind her ear. Her white skirt floats around her knees, teasing me with the gaping thigh split that keeps brushing one ink-sleeved leg.
She squeezes my fingers tight as she weaves us through a boisterous crowd on the pavement.
A few of them gawk as we pass.
I laugh.
It’s not every day I’m spotted out and about being dragged around by a woman. Guess there’s a first time for everything.
My body is still buzzing from the show, ears ringing.
To say the crowd responded well to the new songs is an understatement. It’s only been a couple of hours, and the internet is already blowing up with videos and photos.
