Page 66 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

For a moment, she looks like she’s going to argue, but then she sighs, her shoulders sagging slightly. “It’s just... there’s no margin for error tonight. We’re leaving immediately after the show, and I didn’t book us a hotel room.”

“No hotel?” I echo, narrowing my eyes.

She crosses her arms defensively. “It didn’t make sense to book a room we wouldn’t use all night. We’ll be back on the bus, heading straight to the next stop.”

I groan, running a hand through my hair. “Emily, why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask. So, unless you’ve got a magic wand to summon an extra night, we’re stuck with the bus,” she replies, her tone clipped.

I want to complain, but the look on her face stops me. She’s stretched thin, and the last thing she needs is me giving her a hard time. “Fine,” I mutter. “But I’m holding you responsible for your morning sickness tomorrow.”

Her lips twitch like she wants to smile, but she holds it back. “Noted.”

As she turns to walk away, she suddenly glances back at me over her shoulder. “I’m disappointed too,” she confesses in a low voice, a gleam in her eyes.

The hours tick by in a blur of activity. The amps issue is resolved, the crew finishes setup, and the band runs through a quick pre-show rehearsal. I catch Emily checking the supply room, and after glancing around to make sure nobody’s watching, I follow her in.

“Sam?” she says in surprise. “What are you–”

I cut her off with a rough kiss. “I came in here to ravish my wife.”

Her eyes dart to the closed door behind me. She bites her lip, but I see how her cheeks flush and her breath quickens.

“What if we’re caught?” she whispers uncertainly.

“We won’t be if we’re quick,” I state huskily, pulling her toward me.

My hands go to her waist, helping her strip off her tight jeans and panties. I unzip my jeans, releasing my already stiff cock. Turning her to face the wall, her hands pressed against the surface. Stepping eagerly between her spread legs, I reach down to check if she’s ready. Grinning in satisfaction at her dampness, I grip her hips, pulling her toward me, and surge into her from behind, impaling her on my hard shaft.

I utter a low groan as her warmth envelopes me. Then I start to move, urgently pumping in and out of her, my hands on her hips. It doesn’t take long before she starts to whimper, and I reach out to cover her mouth with my hand, muffling her soft moans of pleasure.

Not slowing my pace, I continue until I feel her clamp down on me, milking my response. Before she has time to recover, I follow her in my release. Being sure to keep quiet.

Afterward, she hurriedly gets dressed, while I straighten my clothing.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she hisses as I press my ear against the door.

“I don’t hear anyone,” I say, turning to her and giving her a brief kiss on the lips just to silence her. “The coast is clear–you go first.”

She slips through the entrance while I stand there waiting a few moments. Cautiously, I open the door and walk out. Looking up, I spot Nate casually leaning against the opposing wall.

“Nate,” I greet him, “how long have you been there?”

“Long enough.” He winks, and without saying another word, he saunters away.

Twenty-One

Emily

The performance is another success. The crowd roars with excitement, their energy feeding the band as they deliver hit after hit. Cass commands the stage like the rockstar he is, and the rest of the band falls in with his rhythm, the music flowing effortlessly.

Sam is on stage, and I feel his eyes as he glances toward the wings a few times. But I avoid his gaze. I have to be prepared in case anything goes wrong, and he’s a distraction—albeit a good one. Through it all, I stay alert, my eyes constantly moving so as not to miss a thing.

The final encore ends, and the band exits the stage. I watch in approval as the crew moves quickly, packing up the equipment as the band heads to the dressing rooms.

I’m already coordinating the transition to the next stop, my phone pressed to my ear as I speak with the bus driver.

“Are we ready to roll?” Cass asks as he approaches me.

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