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I squeeze her tightly one last time, then relax my embrace, but I’m unable to remove my arms from around her until she sits up, and I begrudgingly let them fall away. She turns and sits sideward on my lap as she places her feet on the floor.

I watch as she looks back at me before she stands up. Our eyes meet, and she halts in her movements. To my shock, she moves around to straddle me instead.

I blink at her as she stares into my eyes and puts her hands on either side of my face before she lowers her mouth to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her back as she parts her lips to allow my tongue access to her mouth.

My cock is painfully hard, and I drop my hand to her ass to squeeze it as I pull her down onto me. Like the kiss we shared in the hotel, this is amazing, and I feel like I’m flying from the ecstasy coursing through my veins.

It all comes crashing down when she breaks our kiss and wrenches herself out of my grasp to finally stand up. She looksdown at my jeans, where my erection makes it obvious how badly I want her. I can also tell from her expression that a kiss is all I’m going to get. I stand from the sofa, and she moves aside to let me pass her.

I turned back to smile at her. “That was one hell of a kiss, Tati. I’m assuming that I’m going to have to go finish myself off now.”

I don’t bother waiting for a reply, and I continue to my room. If Tati wants to follow me, she will, but I’m about ninety-nine percent sure she won’t. As turned on as I am, once I’ve closed the door behind me, the realization from earlier hits me.

I drop onto the bed facing the door that separates me from Tati…the woman I love.

Envy

Def.

17

The Drumsticks

I singthe final line of “Crossroad of Forever” for the show’s encore. I’m hot, sweaty, and exhilarated. It’s been a good show, and I breathe heavily as I stand and walk to the front of the stage. The crowd screams as I join the guys to take a bow.

I removed my shirt a few songs ago, and Gabriel throws his arm around my bare shoulders and grins at me as we walk off the stage. “That was awesome.”

“It really was,” I say with a smile at him.

We make it backstage, and people move about around us, already starting the packing up of the gear to move on to the next city.

“Great show, guys,” Sebastian says as Lita walks over to him, with Mirabella in her arms and Ariana walking by her side.

“It really was,” I agree. “I think that—”

“She wants Papà,” Lita interrupts me as she holds Mira out to Seb.

The little girl gives a big yawn and holds her arms out to him as Lita hands her over. It’s still strange seeing him as a father, but the love for his fiancée and daughter is evident as he looks at them.

Seb laughs and asks, “Does she?”

“Yes. I’m touched out, and she wouldn’t go to Ariana or let me put her down anywhere,” Lita says, sounding frustrated.

Seb takes Mira in his arms and smiles down at her. “Hey, bella. Were you sad without Papà? I’m here now.”

He bounces her in his arms as he sways from side to side, smiling down at her. He walks off toward his dressing room, and Lita follows him as Ariana moves over to give Gabriel a hug.

“Poor Lita. It’s a good thing the concert’s over. I think she was about five minutes from dumping Mirabella onstage with Sebastian,” Ariana laughs. “How was the show?”

“Really good,” Gabriel says. “I’m not sure how we’d incorporate an infant into the concert, though.”

Harrison gives him a thoughtful look. “I’m sure she could probably pull off the guitar solo in ‘Midnight Rebellion’ better than Sebastian does.”

“I like your thinking. We’ll get her onstage at the next show. Is her not being able to speak going to be a problem, do you think?” Gabriel asks, acting as though he’s seriously considering it.

“Not at all. We’ll just have to learn how to harmonize with general wailing. I have faith in us,” Harrison nods.

“You guys are idiots. You know that, right?” I joke.

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