Page 27 of Glory Hole

“Fuck. Fuck I need to be inside you.”

He steps inside and throws the door shut behind him. Not breaking his stride toward me, he pulls the towel off and charges. His mouth crushes mine, and his kiss devours me as he grabs my ass and lifts me up to straddle him. My legs wrap around his waist as he continues to walk. In one fluid motion, he aligns me, both hands gripping my ass, and impales me with his cock. I groan into his mouth. The fullness, the completeness is divine. He never stops kissing me or walking as he uses my ass for leverage to bounce me up and down on his hard length. I’m moments away from coming when I feel my bed beneath my back. He pants into my mouth as the perfection of his thrusts drive me insane.

“I’m going to worship you now.”

And he does.

Epilogue

Glory

Six months later…

“You look beautiful tonight, baby.” Beck kisses my lips softly, his hands cupping the back of my neck. “I’ll see you in just a bit.” He gives me one last kiss before he walks out on stage. I watch that perfect ass go as the crowd of thousands cheers when they see him.

“That man is so in love with you, it’s not even funny. He practically has heart eyes when he looks at you.” I can barely hear Christina above the noise of the crowd.

“It’s entirely mutual.” And it is. No other man has ever come close to making me this happy. I’ve never been so loved or so deeply in love with someone. It’s been a rough few months because his band has been on tour. I’ve missed him like crazy, but we talk on the phone and video calls are amazing and fun. Who knew? Nothing beats having Beck live and in the flesh, though.

He flew me over to England for the week. The band is head-lining a huge festival here, then they have a couple of weeks off before they fly to Italy to perform. I was excited to come. He told me to bring the girls and Wookie and that he’d have a few interviews throughout his days off here in England and didn’t want me sitting alone waiting on him. He’s the sweetest. He arranged a private jet to fly us, and he’s paying for everything for all of us. I have the best boyfriend ever.

I look around at my girls and smile. Life is good for me right now. Real damn good. I have great friends, a good man, and I love my job.

The guys suddenly stop playing, and I look out when the crowd shouts. What in the world is going on?

Tyson talks into the mic and a hush falls over everyone.

“How are you doin’ tonight?” The sound of eighty-seven thousand fans cheering is deafening, and their collective shouts and stomps shake the stage beneath my feet.

“I said, how the fuck are you doing, London?” The crowd goes crazy at this. It’s amazing that this is Beck’s life. It’s still so surreal to me.

“We have a special surprise tonight for one lovely lady.” The crowd cheers again at Tyson’s words and Christina, Evelyn, and Jen join in screaming around me. I look around at each of them, and they are beaming me with huge smiles. Before I can ask what they’re doing, the crowd goes crazy and I turn to see Beckett striding toward me. What the hell is he doing?

He comes up to me and grabs my hands as he leans in and places a kiss to my lips. I barely hear his shouted, “I love you” over the crowd before he starts tugging me out onto the stage. I turn in shock, mouth hanging open as I look at my girls. They are smiling and clapping and shouting something at me but I can’t make out what it is.

Beck stops and turns to face me. I glance out at the thousands of people gathered before me and am awe struck. Holy shit, that’s a lot of people. Fingers under my chin force my head up until I’m looking into Becks’ beautiful face. His eyes are soft, adoring almost, and a small smile paints his features. Those little creases I love at the corners of his eyes make an appearance. He raises a microphone to his mouth, and my heart stops. What the fuck is he doing?

“A few months ago, I managed to be lucky enough to move in next door to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Even luckier that she chooses to let me love her, worship her.”

Beck shoots me a wink, and despite myself, all I see is his head between my thighs. That’s his favorite way to worship me. Mine too, actually.

“There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side as my lover, my partner, my friend. Only you, forever Glory Greystone.”

He releases my hand as he digs into his back pocket. My body shakes with nerves, and tears flood my eyes, my heart is overflowing with love. Beckett Jameson pulls out a velvety black ring box and a sob escapes.

I can’t stop shaking or smiling as tears trail down my cheeks. The man of my dreams is kneeling before me, arm extended, offering me his heart. The symbol of his love for me rests nestled in black silk. A beautiful, large diamond solitaire sparkles under the stage lights. In this moment, I feel like the most special woman on Earth. Out of everyone, he’s choosing me.

“Will you marry me?”

The crowd is silent as they wait. Beck moves the mic toward me, and breathlessly, I manage to answer, “Yes.”

The crowd erupts in chaos, Beck drops the microphone, and a screech echoes through the sound system. He scoops me up into his arms and twirls me in circle as he kisses me senseless.

“I love you, baby. So, fucking much. I don’t want to wait to get married. If you are willing, we fly out to Vegas after tonight’s show. All your family is on standby to fly in and meet us there, if you agree.”

My heart melts even more if that’s possible. I bring my hands up to cup his face.

“Whatever you want from me, my answer is always yes.” I kiss him silly, and he carries me off the stage. The girls attack us with hugs and each of my girls are as much a snotty mess as I am. Evelyn grabs my hand and looks at my ring.

“Fuck. I need a rock star in my life. Can you even lift this hand with that boulder on your finger?” She smiles as she pulls me into her. “I’m so happy for you.”

Christina and Jen join in, and we have a group hug. After we let each other go, we all hold hands. Beck stands behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

“We’re going to Vegas, bitches!”

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