Page 48 of Timeless: Encore

Ty crouches down and hands her a tiny pancake. “You’re such a patient girl. This will tide you over. Can you go tell your mom and Aunt Zoey breakfast is ready.”

”ThankGoooood. Thank you, Uncle Ty.” Mia kisses him on the cheek and runs back to where Fee and Zoey are watching TV.

Ty touches the spot where she kissed him. “I can’t wait to have this baby.”

“Mia is pure magic,” I agree. “When your kid is born, you’ll never be the same. In an amazing way.”

“Fuck it. Help me set this food on the table. I’m so sick of myself. This is supposed to be a happy time and I’m going to enjoy this experience with my wife and my family. And that includes you, asshole.” He shakes his head, clearly annoyed with himself.

At least he recognizes it when his mind spins these days. When LTZ was on the road, sometimes there’d be long stretches when he’d be so inside his head, we’d worry he wouldn’t make it to a gig. Or worse, that he’d quit. Or hurt himself. It was a constant stress, at least for me.

He always came through, but some days it took every single ounce of his professionalism to walk up the steps to the stage. And shit, he’dslaythe show. I mean, Ty’s front-man status is legendary. Afterward, whoosh. He’d be gone. Back to the bus. Or his hotel room. I guess it’s no wonder he turned to substances to quiet his mind. That led to its own set of problems.

He’s been clean for so long. It occurs to me that emotions—fears—I have about Fee’s Xanax use are tied into Ty’s addiction issues just like they are Carter’s.

It’s exhausting worrying all the time about three of the closest people in my life.

Come to think of it, is there a time in my life when I haven’t worried? Huh. I can’t think of one. Shit. Something else to talk to Lisa about.

Luckily, the rest of the morning and early afternoon are calm and peaceful. Mia and I clean the kitchen. Fee watches a show with Ty and Zoey. I find a way to slip in my ideas about the new custom buses. We even look through the prototype designs I’ve been working on. By the time the three of us head out, I’m convinced Ty and Zoey are on board.

When we get home, I go to the studio to jam for a bit while Fee and Mia hang out and watch a movie. The day I spent helping Ty and Connor produce Fireball in LA was inspiring. My creative juices are flowing. I make demo tapes of riffs, progressions, and solos. Don’t put any sort of restrictions on myself. Let the music flow, so to speak.

“That sounds haunting.” Fee stands in the doorway. I was so immersed, I didn’t even see her.

I switch off the amp and set down my guitar. “Yeah, I like it though. I’m just messing around with it.”

”I love you.” She smiles. A genuine, brilliant, loving smile. My favorite kind.

I motion for her to come close. She crosses the room and stands before me. I take her hands in mine. “Ilove you.”

“Mia’s asleep.” She brings our hands to her lips and kisses my ring-covered knuckles. “It’s nearly eleven. I have a big day tomorrow, I just wanted to say goodnight if you’re going to be down here for a while.”

“Shit, is it seriously that late?” I cup her cheeks with our hands still entwined. Pull her lips to mine. Little nibbles. Then our tongues touch. Tentatively. Teasing. Just the tips. We play for a bit until we can’t resist. Our kisses become super intense. I suck on her lower lip. Then, we devour each other.

Fiona pulls away and straightens up. “I have to get some sleep.”

“Let’s sleep then.” I stand and hold my hand out to her.

We climb the two flights of stairs to our master bedroom, which we’ve decorated in plush, soft shades of purple and gray. Each of us go through our bedtime routine. Fee climbs into bed. I decide it’s time to unveil a little surprise for my wife. In my walk-in closet, I strip naked and come out with my toys.

She’s under the covers reading something on her iPad when I return. Without saying a word, I take it from her and set it down on her nightstand. “Time to play.”

“Oh, Zaney, it’s late …” she says, but her eyes spark.

I pull back the covers. Fee wears a long T-shirt. I toss my surprises on the bed next to her, grab the hem with both hands and pull it up over her tits. “Take this shit off.”

“Bossy,” she grumbles but holds her arms up so I can tug it over her head and throw it on the ground.

I shrug. “I’m about to give you half a dozen orgasms. In this case, bossy is going to work in your favor.” I hook my fingers on her underwear and slide them down her legs. Kiss her toes when I lift her legs up one by one to divest her of the panties.

“Zane …” She looks down at herself and then at me. “Ugh. I’ve put some weight back on …”

I run my palms up along her delectable, creamy thighs and I push them apart. Bend down and inhale her arousal while my hands continue their journey over the swell of her belly. Up her rib cage to her breasts which, I knead with both hands. Pinch her nipples into hard beads. Look into her bright-blue eyes and plead, “Please believe you’re the sexiest woman in the universe. Do not go back to a place where you forget this is me and you are you. I dream about your beautiful body. I am not complete unless I’m balls deep inside you. Do not forget that.Ever.”

“But ...” She tries to sit up, but I press her back against mattress.

“You want it up your butt?” I reach for the little tube of lube and the rose-shaped clit teaser I bought online. “Nah, tonight it’s all about your sweet pussy.”

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